![]() ![]() ![]() “So you’ve won eternal life,” Woden roared in mirth. Then the air was rent with bolts of lightning and peals of thunder, and the youth stood bold with blade drawn. Woden laughed, and the heavens above The Wolf trembled. Woden pondered long and deep, for it was written that who could best a messenger of the gods would gain eternal life on earth. ![]() The warrior was truly great, for even the messenger of Woden could not destroy him, and returned to the mountain to admit his failure. ![]() The two met and drew blades and their battle raged for a fortnight of new moons from the white cliffs of the south to the bleak rocky shores of the north. Woden, King of the gods, sent a messenger to destroy the upstart who took tribute from the people and challenged the fates. In time his feats came to the ears of the gods on the high mountain between earth and Valhalla. The young man called himself “The Wolf” and preyed upon the people for his wants. In times of yore when druids roamed the northern forests of England and held their sabbaths in the dark of the moon, a young man grew enamored with battle and violence and studied the arts of war until none could best him. ![]()
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