#edda

[velnna]

Turn me into dust on the walls, they'll know I was here

[chechula]

I have been hiking through Jotunheim(Norweigan National Park) with my friend and he was complaining about the lack of Ice Giants there. So I drew one for him ♥

[bodhrancomedy]

Lake Investigation - Bodhrán M.

The sunlight glittered on the surface of the lake like a million beady eyes.

Edda sat in the prow of the little boat, her gnarled fingers gripping the long spear with a tightness completely at odds with the perpetually mellowed expression etched into her round face. She’d worn a similar countenance for the past fifty years of her life and a suspiciously calm lake with an only-week-old disappearance rate in the double digits wasn’t nearly enough to shift it now.

The boat rocked gently as someone shifted their weight for the third time in as many minutes. Edda looked over her shoulder in vain hopes of seeing either Artos or Moore engaged some useful preparation, and instead saw their compulsory Druid witness, Orlando Grey, leaning his entire torso over the depths which had so recently claimed multiple previous expeditions of his own cohorts.

“Unless you are currently being possessed,” Edda said between gritted teeth, “could you possibly get back inside the boat?”

Orlando disregarded her, leaning further, his brown curls falling over his face.

“Moore –“

“He’s doing what he was asked to do,” Moore said, somewhat defensively. Her bony hands never stopped moving as she wove the last of the enchanted thread into the net, needle between her lips. But her gaze flickered between her task and Orlando with less subtlety than she obviously thought.

“He’s endangering himself. And ignoring me. Druid!”

Moore put the net down. “He’s not ignoring you, he can’t hear you. It’s easier for him to… cast his awareness out if he’s blocking four senses instead of five. Besides, water would drown the hearing aids.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Edda saw Artos hunch further towards the stern and carefully busy himself with whatever spellbook he’d dragged aboard.

Coward.

“He is making what I was asked to do by his superior more difficult.”

“He can handle himself –“

Slowly, Edda swiveled herself around on the bench so she could make direct eye-contact with her erstwhile apprentice.

Moore, eight years a journeywoman, glared back at her.

“Let me rephrase that –“ Edda said, “ – tell your boy toy to stop leaning so far over the side of the boat or I will smack him all the way back to the shore where he belongs.”

The moment held, punctuated only by the gentle slap of water against the hull.

Moore opened her mouth to argue but closed it again with a tense snap. Instead, she leant over and gently tapped Orlando on the waist and signed something incomprehensible.

“That better be an accurate translation,” Edda muttered as she settled back to her vigil. She sighed heavily to herself.

Edda never liked assignments which involved outsiders, no matter how competent they were touted to be. She didn’t like having to leave members of her crew behind either: despite Venn’s very sensible assertion that his inability to swim would be dead weight (incidentally, what he was likely to become) in investigating a previously safe and sacred lake. She also understood why it’d been insisted that they have a druid with them – after all, it seemed an animal of some kind was responsible and being able to sense or communicate with it was an undeniable advantage.

It'd have been no problem if Jorah was here with them, she could read his mind without even trying and he hers, but the Druidic Circle had been understandably reluctant to let one of their Elders swan off into such obvious peril.

But three boats of four druids had already been sent and three boats with no druids had already returned, so Edda was getting suspicious inklings that they were playing into the hands – or paws or fins – of whatever had taken up residence.

Perhaps it was just a case of opportunity – druids were mainly the sole occupants of the place.

Or maybe it just preferred the taste of slightly odd, socially isolated individuals who would probably wither into dry husks if you offered them a tunic of any hue brighter than a hunk of moss at the bottom of a well.

It wasn’t even like they weren’t allowed to wear bright colours, Edda thought despairingly, but all the youngsters were depressingly set on it. It made them feel more official, Jorah had said.

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[biskuitt]

sketched out Edda from Worldless! She is longingly looking at a memory she never remembered she had. Oh and Rivulet is sleeping

[skewewe]

Edda doodle (I will prob do Aven soon (yes I know Worldless (yes I LOVE Worldless)))

[ashsomethingart]

Lokabrenna Tarot - Major Arcana 01 - Vitki (The Magician)

Ash Something Art, Adobe Photoshop CC, 2024 10 Hours All art is created by me and is (C) Ash Something Art No AI was used in the creation of this work.

[underthetreeshade]

Fulla (Volla) an ásynja whose name means plenitude/abundance and flawless/faultless (?)(found it really hard to translate fullkomlig and I still don't know if it's right ...).

Some see her as the goddess of abundance and service other as the goddess of secrets. She is one of Frigg's handmaids and tend to her footwear and box. She is also the one Frigg tells all of her secrets too and Fulla make sure to keep them. To her you should blota or call to if you have secrets you want to keep secrets.

Both the poetic and prose Edda has written about her. If I remember correctly it's with her help Frigg wins a bet against Oden.

"Óðinn segir, at þat er in meta lygi.þau veðja um þetta mál. Frigg sendi eskimey sína Fullu til Geirröðar."

[occasionalflicker]

I remember that the devs on Twitter mentioned that the dead/crushed enemies are Summum's work, which he did with a certain purpose, and that Ariman killed in the cutscene is not an accident

I think he did it so the two protagonists could develop faster

So this comic is based on that

[okeyaida]

Drew my favourite character ever, Masamune!✨ and also Edda :]b

[bnuuwitch]

Guess who’s back on her Worldless phase?

Meeee….

@octahedral-chaos @spectralgecko @sporadic-doodles @mystic-131 @frontalheadpart1

[velnna]

hear it from the ghosts in the halls

[thequeerlibrarian]

I bought this pretty book because I'm going to Scandinavia later this year 😍

I know some of my mutuals/followers live or went there so if anyone wants to give me tips what I should visit I'd be happy <3

[whencyclopedia]

Viking Prophecy: The Poem Völuspá of the Poetic Edda

The Völuspá (Old Norse: Vǫluspá) is a medieval poem of the Poetic Edda that describes how the world might have come into shape and would end according to Norse mythology. The story of about 60 stanzas is told by a seeress or völva (Old Norse: vǫlva, also called spákona, foretelling woman) summoned by the god Odin, master of magic and knowledge. According to this literary text, the beginning of the world was characterized by nothingness until the gods created the nine realms of Norse cosmology, somehow linked by the World Tree, Yggdrasil.

At the same time, the fate of everything was set in stone by a group of seeresses. In the very beginning, two families of gods were involved in a war, ending with a truce and a wall around their divine citadel of Asgard. However, they would not live in peace forever because the universe has been doomed since the very moment of its creation. Every god has a specific enemy with whom they will do battle and many will be slain, including the chief god Odin.

Context

The Northmen of the 8th or 9th century CE whom we usually call Vikings did not really have any written sources for their religion. They carved some images in stone, they made some wooden idols, and they rather recited poems about what they thought the world was like. A few centuries after the age of these daring seamen, traders, and explorers, some Icelanders wrote down such poems remembered from ancestors. This collection of poems is called the Edda, and it is our most precious source of information about what the myths of the Northmen might have looked like.

It is written in Old Norse, the language people used to speak in Iceland, Norway, Sweden, and Denmark up until the 15th century CE. These poems are found in two manuscripts, the Codex Regius (King’s book) and another book called the Hauksbók, but the order of the stanzas, the groups of four lines making up the poems, seems more logical in the first book. The first poem of the collection is the Völuspá, meaning the prophecy of the völva. Snorri Sturluson, a 13th-century CE Icelandic scholar, also wrote a version of these tales, quoting much of the poems in his book. The version he knew, however, seems different, indicating that the poems of the Edda were very popular among the Vikings.

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[doorstoplord]

I won’t say this is the final design but I’m trying to hammer out something for my transformers OC Edda.

[indiestsnake]

more worldless art!!!!!!!!!! got inspired and wanted to draw more of them

I kinda cooked tbh this is one of the better drawings of Aven I’ve done, im finally figuring out how to draw him like he is in game.

speaking of which. if u wanna learn dynamic poses. sketch his attack animations. bro puts his whole ass into every single strike it’s hilarious

[broomsick]

The young fir-tree withers, that which stands in an unsheltered place; neither bark nor needle shelters it. Such is the man whom no man loves – how should he live long?

The Hávamál, stanza 50.

I hope you all are well surrounded by people who care for you. Remember to treasure your loved ones, and to take care good care of yourselves, as well.