Now comes the tenth telling from the Viking village of Vigra — where autumn’s breath rides low upon the fjord, and the long shadows of the mountains fall across the hall. The air is sharp with woodsmoke and sea salt, and the old timbers remember every word once spoken here.

Tonight, the fire burns high — not for warmth alone, but for memory. Its sparks rise like souls of the fallen, finding their way to the halls of story. Around it, the Skalds gather once more, voices steady as oars in dark water.

These are not tales of the past alone. They are the pulse of what was and what yet may be — of men and women who dared the storm, who held faith when the night was long.

So come closer, friends of Vigra. Let the fire’s glow catch your eyes and the wind carry your hearts. For this is the Tenth Session of Vigra’s Stories — where the flame of the North burns ever brighter.

Hear now, hall-kin, gather near,

“Gather near!” (gather near!)

Six tales are rising through ale and cheer,

“Gather near!” (gather near!)

First comes the fire of a warrior’s path,

“Fire burns!” (fire burns!)

A life carved in battle and brotherly wrath,

“Fire burns!” (fire burns!)

Then comes the shaping of all that is,

“Nine-fold!” (nine-fold!)

From shadow and spark to the cradle of bliss,

“Nine-fold!” (nine-fold!)

“Nine-fold!” (nine-fold!)

“Nine-fold!” (nine-fold!)

Next comes the clash of the host of the gods,

“War calls!” (war calls!)

Spears in the sky where no mortal trods,

“War calls!” (war calls!)

Then a ferryman’s taunt and a thunderer’s roar,

“Who laughs?” (who laughs!)

Two mighty voices call across the shore,

“Who laughs?” (who laughs!)

The forge then glows with a brilliant hue,

“Bridge bright!” (bridge bright!)

A span for the daring, the bold, and the true,

“Bridge bright!” (bridge bright!)

And last comes the tale of a fool, oh told tonight,

“Not his path!” (not his path!)

A step on the rainbow that ends in fight,

“Not his path!” (not his path!)

So raise your cups and hear my voice,

“We’re ready!” (we’re ready!)

The tenth tale-feast endures, we rejoice,

“We’re ready!” (we’re ready!)