The sky filled with clouds and roared. Thor was up high, riding his chariot and unleashing Mjolnir on the earth. Relit the Old sat alone in his dark tower at Narra, around him was gathered the maps and books of a lifetime devoted to the study of war. On the desk, the book 'Poetic Edda', was open before him.
"So the time has come... Ragnarök." he said, glancing out the window toward the open plains to the west. A moving wall of gray was approaching rapidly. It would be here soon. Slowly he rose, the sound of his hauberk clinking filled his mind with memories, and reached over to take up his trusted pike from its place beside his hearth. With no glance backwards, he went down the steps swiftly toward the city gates.
The gates were open and apparently others had the same idea. Assembled before the gate was every member of the Raven warband. At the front and center stood HungryandBroke, the new Chieftain, in his banded armor. Beside Hungry was Spin, his friend and standard bearer, slowly spinning in circles with the banner held high. The Battle-Brothers, Surtr and Guiness, stood flanking the banner, with faces grim, as usual.Addressing the entire warband, Hungry yelled. "Here we are, at the end. I do not know what is coming my brothers but look at the men beside you and remember who we are! Shields high! Spears ready! Charge!" and with a roar they plunged into the wall of grey. So ends the Saga of the Raven Warband.
