The Order of Jormungandr

The Knighthood thrives on gathering those newly arrived to the realm of Cuivienen before they are able to set forth proper roots in this new world. Playing on insecurities, promising a spiritual freedom no one else, not even gods, can offer. They stand united in their effort to cleanse the slate of all realities. With the feeling within their heart of hearts, of this being the last great mythic battle the Order has decided to instead break the chains and cycle placed on them. Their goal is to release the power of Jormungandr, the great fire dragon that twists under them, under all known worlds and bring forth final Armageddon.

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"Let us toast the fallen! To those who left in silence, To those who fell with cheers. To those who passed before, The counting of the years."

Ragnarok [1]

The driving force behind the Order of the Jormungandr is the belief in Ragnarok, or some similar tale from the world your character is from. While the names of the gods, world tree, sun and moon may be different you have found reason either culturally or ethically to believe and put stock this tale as old as time.

Ragnarok "Fate of the Gods" or "Twilight of the Gods", is the cataclysmic destruction of the cosmos and everything in it – even the gods. For the Vikings, the myth of Ragnarok was a prophecy of what was to come at some unspecified and unknown time in the future, but it had profound ramifications for how the Vikings understood the world and the fate of mankind.

Imagine that you’re a Viking. You live in a world that you know will one day be obliterated. The very gods themselves will perish with it. Nothing of value will be spared – not even the memory of anything that ever had value. How does such a world look to you in the present moment, given that the seeds of that final destruction have already been sown, and the world is careening inexorably toward that final decisive moment? Would this not cast a dark hue of tragedy, senselessness, and futility over the world and everything that occurs within it?

Yet Ragnarok also carried another meaning for them, one which complemented yet altered this tragic view of life.

In addition to being a prophecy about the future that revealed much about the underlying nature of the world along the way, the myth of Ragnarok also served as a paradigmatic model for human action. For the Vikings, the tale didn’t produce hopelessness as much as inspiration and invigoration. Just as the gods will one day die, so too will each individual human being. And just as the gods will go out and face their fate with dignity, honor, and courage, so too can humans. In this view, the inevitability of death and misfortune should not paralyze us, but should instead spur us to hold noble attitudes and do noble deeds – the kind worthy of being recounted by bards many generations after we ourselves are gone.

Story

"It was a festive gathering", thought the young dwarf. Looking in someone might think it some grand birthday, or maybe even an engagement party. Dancing, drinking and echoing laughter filled the smokey air of the great hall, lit by countless torches and braziers. Happy faced people, drunken grins plastered to their faces spinning in circles while a full band played in accompaniment. Others embracing each other, gorging themselves on sweet meats or cakes and even those in the deeper recesses of the room half naked or better engaging in more carnal pleasures, modesty aside for those wanting to look in.

Shifting on the milk crate to get a better view of the interior of the old church to some long forgotten god of another world the Dwarf couldn't help but smile in response to the rowdy fun taking place within. This was clearly not the doomsday cult he had heard about from his parents, nor simply a group of stern faced knights patrolling the roads outside of Midvergr. These people were clearly celebrating something; large banners filled with hand written names hung on the fronts of the decorated tables, countless paper fire dragons hanging from the ceiling lit by candles. There was most assuredly magic and life in the air this night.

He was told countless times these folk had little to live for but these people would give the best Dwarven party a run for it's gold. Just the pure diversity of races before him, through the colored glass in between him and them, was baffling. He had to get in there and make the most of this evening. Any initial fear of these people was quelched by his curiosity.

Approaching the great archway into the old temple; he was given pause by a single helm-less knight, great-sword sheathed across his back, clearly standing watch. A quick smile appeared across the old grizzled man's face, between a gray handlebar mustache as he waved the Dwarf inside.

"Welcome to the Festival of Remembrance, Master Dwarf. We celebrate and honor those not with us tonight. Enjoy all the pleasures your body has to offer. There is no judgement within these walls. Fill it with your presence and laughter and you do honor to you and your own."