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Six Million Dollar Man
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Imagine a world where polytheistic pantheons, like greco-roman or celtic mythology became prominent throughout the respective parts of the world. What if the Norse Pantheon was the #1 most common of them all rather than christianity?
And what if the gods and lore were all real? And we lived in a modern day world of swords and rifles, dungeons, today's fashions, dragons and trolls all at once?...
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A lone lad in grey hoodie, orange vest and dark brown pants was traveling down a road towards the Soft-Hide Inn. Behind him were scattered homes and various stores in a simple town. A short distance away one could see farms and encampments of royal guards and their fires and electric lights combined, milling away after the completion of a night's work.
It had been a long day wrangling boars and taking the meat to market, and now he was lugging an entire beast on his back towards the Inn. It was there he had struck up a deal to assist the couple that owned the place in exchange for a bed and hot food, serving as a hub between his quests. Stepping inside slowly, he saw the silver haired and far larger form of the flannel shirt and apron wearing older man he knew to be Mr. Ostergard. Off to the side was Mrs. Ostergard and her daughter Idun, named after the goddess herself, who greeted the helpful adventurer.
Magnus handed over the boar to Mr. Jorgensen, the older man thanking him as the younger fellow moved over to a bench to rest for a moment, and sipping a cool bit of brandy and taking a piece of bread left out for himself, the customer who seemed to have simply guzzled most of the wine bottle and left the plate full leaving Magnus a treat for his labors.
And what if the gods and lore were all real? And we lived in a modern day world of swords and rifles, dungeons, today's fashions, dragons and trolls all at once?...
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A lone lad in grey hoodie, orange vest and dark brown pants was traveling down a road towards the Soft-Hide Inn. Behind him were scattered homes and various stores in a simple town. A short distance away one could see farms and encampments of royal guards and their fires and electric lights combined, milling away after the completion of a night's work.
It had been a long day wrangling boars and taking the meat to market, and now he was lugging an entire beast on his back towards the Inn. It was there he had struck up a deal to assist the couple that owned the place in exchange for a bed and hot food, serving as a hub between his quests. Stepping inside slowly, he saw the silver haired and far larger form of the flannel shirt and apron wearing older man he knew to be Mr. Ostergard. Off to the side was Mrs. Ostergard and her daughter Idun, named after the goddess herself, who greeted the helpful adventurer.
Magnus handed over the boar to Mr. Jorgensen, the older man thanking him as the younger fellow moved over to a bench to rest for a moment, and sipping a cool bit of brandy and taking a piece of bread left out for himself, the customer who seemed to have simply guzzled most of the wine bottle and left the plate full leaving Magnus a treat for his labors.