Frigg

Faithful wife, caring mother, stalwart female head of the Aesir gods.

Overprotective super hag.

Frigg is the picture of wisdom and long-standing stalwart companionship. Bolstering her husband, Odin, and crossing the globe to convince everything in the world not to her poor doomed son, Baldr.

These are not the actions of a sane person. These are not virtues that you should wish instilled in yourself or people you know. These are the actions of a person who was never so much there.

Historically Frigg was a giantess, one of several that found time to get it on with the Aesir and form offspring. Thor, Baldr, Hodr, Heimdall… all children of the giantess. But history also questions whether or not Frigg existed separately from Freyja or if they were regional variants on the same mother/nurturer/hearth goddess theme.

Perhaps the answer is simpler then that. Maybe she’s just a poor imitation of Freyja. A poor puppet brought to life to serve a purpose for Odin that another could not, or would not.

History is a mired and troubled thing. It gives us answers but only to bad questions. Imprecise assumptions, a mirror that shows only what we bring to it and holds no notion of truth.

Frigg may have been any of these things and none of these things. Perhaps the veil of time will be parted at length, perhaps we will learn the truth to these matters.

I hope we are prepared for the answers.

Baldr

The beautiful and tragic son of the gods. Baldr is known in antiquity as the golden one. Synonymous in many ways with Horus, Mithras, and Christ; Baldr is a Messianic figure that will be killed accidentally by his own brother and rise again after the events of Ragnarok.

The legends may be a bit far fetched.

Baldr is a sickly creature, body and soul. Victim of an incurable genetic abnormality, his vessels rot from the core and his compromised immune system is subject to death from even the tiniest of bugs and bacteria that an infant could fight off.

So great is his weakness to disease that his mother, Frigg, has built a suit of armor that constantly rejuvinates and washes his cells, building him anew each day from the ground up molecule by molecule.

Baldr is not just sick in the flesh but also in the mind. A degenerate and hedonistic fool, Baldr takes from the world whatever he may and leaves behind diseased husks. His cruelty is trumped only by his megalomania. The little alien godling has plans. Big plans.

Now if only there was something he could do to remove dear old dad from the picture.

A sniveling beast of a thing, Baldr stands just below six feet tall. His head, neck, and joints are maligned and twisted turning his regal Aesir appearance into something so much more human. And yet, somehow, so much less. He is incredibly vain and nurses his pathetic wispy mustache as if it were a great beard. His bright blue eyes, creamy blonde hair, and pale thin lips create a mask of exquisite frailty and a pitiable beauty.

If only one could stand to be in his presence.

A picture of cracked duality, Frigg protects her little boy from all the things of the world, but, as they say, trial brings us to ourselves. The untested life is a sad and weak thing. A sad and weak thing, indeed.

The Earth Moves

Updates. Updates? Updates!

We will be bringing you lots of them in the future. Oodles.  Bunches.

After starting nearly eighteen months ago, the project is reaching that critical mass stage. The event horizon. The opening of the gates on a Black Friday sale.

The writer is no longer a homeless drifter. The artists are no longer commuting ten hours a weeks. The children are born. The moving is over. The work spaces are set up.

Weekly you will be seeing two new posts regarding characters and the general layout of the world. Sketches from the drawing board will be popping up left and right as we give you a peek into the minds and shape and color of the project.

Script previews and schedule updates will appear bi-weekly.

Your astonishment is guaranteed, your participation is welcome. Your product has already been ordered, and the shipment is now being fulfilled.

Stick around and see what all the buzz is about.

Hawk’s Town

The largest independent village built since Ragnarok. Though Midgaard is larger in size by far, it is a remnant and it is not unified. Hawk’s Town boasts comfort and safety at an unparalleled level to the rest of the world. Nearly 2,000 citizens have found shelter in the hollowed out belly of the great giant Bure.

An active market district and a vibrant source of clean water create the center of this town. It serves as a major trade hub and travel stop for many of the outlying nomadic tribes.

Here the most prominent shrine to Freyja is housed and many faithful believe that if they pray diligently and their desire is strong enough, Freyja’s spirit will rejuvenate them.

The town is organized under the immense prowess of its sheriff, Hawk III, great grandson of the towns original founder. Though a mayor and several prominent citizens operate the central government, the power comes from Hawk and his reputation.

Several graveyards are clustered around the town, segregated by loyalty to a god or a creed. Those that follow Freyja are placed north of the town on the road to Midgaard, the followers of Odin are laid south of town towards the coast. The enemies of Hawk’s Town, the raiders and criminals, are cremated and their bodies fill several large containers at the towns entrances as a sanitary, but ominous warning, of the prowess and force that Hawk’s Town employs to keep itself free.

A family of skalds operates a library in the town. Medical information, old maps, and sometimes technological innovations are carefully gleaned by the family from the stories of the ancients.

A power plant provides somewhat steady electricity to the town which provides light and heat, further compounding the town’s prominence and eye towards safety. Steam rises eternally from the town, causing visitors to marvel at how its streets seem to appear suddenly from out of a fog.

There are rumors of an underground city of dwarves that keep the town operating, but everyone knows the dwarves were killed off with the gods long ago.

Thor

Thor is a big man, a very big man. At just over 6 and-a-half feet tall and weighing in at over 300 pounds the thunder god is back with a vengeance.

Working as a military strategist and leader of an elite special forces squad he was chosen to keep order amongst the scientists and statesman of Ymir on its multi-century journey through the stars.

Instrumental in the quashing of the Vanir rebellion shortly after Ymir landed on Earth, he and his men would go on to combat the giant machinery created by the dwarves that laid waste to the northern valleys of the Ginnungagap.

With his mighty Mjolnir, an etheric high energy plasma cannon, Thor fights the increasingly prevelant and dangerous machines before they can invade Midgard or steal technology from Yggdrasil.

Thor is a bit of a drunk though, and many a victory is celebrated till dawn with his squad, comprised of Aesir and Vanir warriors.

Thor Sketch1

Thor Logo idea and Aesir initial idea.

 

Thor Idea 3