Angerboda\'s wrath...
In the dark, damp, chilled halls of Nielfelheim, Angerboda sat on the blood throne, shaking in uncontrollable rage. Not from the armour of twisting thorns which constantly caused Angerboda's blood to flow, no, it was the news from the hirdman. Beaten again, first the Marverni savages and now Mictian barbarians, it was too much, Angerboda's hand moved swiftly forward, grasping the blithering hirdman. In seconds all blood was drained from his body, the remaining husk tumbled to the floor, breaking into pieces. "Out, everyone out, or you will suffer this fools fate", giants, men, mutants, amazons fled, fighting to escape Angerboda's gaze.
In time Angerboda rose and made her way upto the highest tower in Nielfelheim. Only one thing could sooth her anger and from the paraphet she looked down on the courtyard below and smiled. Five gates stood open, surrounded by dozens of skratti and her lesser kin, there minds bent in concentration to control the monsters that emerged. Countless where there number, they lined the walls of Nielfelheim, waiting the word to march. Besides the creatures from the underworld, giant beasts conjured by the black arts stood, virtually unkillable and unstoppable. "Yes", said Angerboda, "let Mictian have his little victory, Neifelheim is called the land of monsters, it is time all realised how true that was and besides, winter is coming..."
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