Hall of Infinite Doors
"Why are there bones everywhere?" you ask, "What kind of place is this?"
"This is Niflheim! The land of dead things. The land of bitter cold and waste." the warrior's face suddenly twists into a terrible sneer, "These bones are here because of the Anak. The terrible giants."
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"The death of the black wyrm, the Nidhogg, was a great victory. To it many things were sacrificed." Sigord's eyes darken, "For thousands of years, the Anak giants have been slaughtering all manner of men that walk this earth. Mostly my kind, the Formorii Giants, Vrylokas, women, children, slaughtering them by the thousands. Their god demands alot of blood." Sigord kicks a giant skull and then looks about, "Nidhogg and his many children feed on the flesh. For thousands of years these bone piles have been getting larger and larger until it has made its own land. The land of dead things," Sigord looks over at you, maddness reflected in his eyes.
"Anything more to ask, Loste?" he growls.
"This is Niflheim! The land of dead things. The land of bitter cold and waste." the warrior's face suddenly twists into a terrible sneer, "These bones are here because of the Anak. The terrible giants."
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"The death of the black wyrm, the Nidhogg, was a great victory. To it many things were sacrificed." Sigord's eyes darken, "For thousands of years, the Anak giants have been slaughtering all manner of men that walk this earth. Mostly my kind, the Formorii Giants, Vrylokas, women, children, slaughtering them by the thousands. Their god demands alot of blood." Sigord kicks a giant skull and then looks about, "Nidhogg and his many children feed on the flesh. For thousands of years these bone piles have been getting larger and larger until it has made its own land. The land of dead things," Sigord looks over at you, maddness reflected in his eyes.
"Anything more to ask, Loste?" he growls.