HEEEHEEE!! It was always one of mine tricks, Allfather! HAHAHAHAHAAA!! Play the sorry pawn if you like.... I am bored of him already....
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An immortal fly buzzes down from Asgard to Midgard, following Bifrost, The Rainbow Bridge, to its base in Mannheim, in the lands of what men now called the Holy Roman Empire.... It hovered over a still pond in the midst of a meadow blooming with wild flowers, flitting over to the shore, and then transformed into the lithe, darkly handsome youth in black leathers--Loki the Trickster! Gazing a moment at his reflection in the pond, the god chose a fitting guise for his next mission, transforming into a beautiful woman who bore a haunting likeness to a teenaged Princess Philipa.... In "her" hand, she held a lump of agate blessed with the uncanny luck of the Svart Alfar.... Now to Paris, to find my little plaything and give him this token of my affection....
The fly becomes a sneering, darkly handsome youth in black leather jerkin.... What!? A lump of agate that makes him slightly luckier? Hast thou no better boon for the current favorite of Loki? *Sigh!* 'Twill have to suffice.... Loki palms the luck stone and places in Albericht's outstretched palm a sack containing three of Idunn's golden apples of youth....
Loki assumes one of his accustomed forms--that of a fly--and buzzes across the great Ginnungagap in which Ygdrassil the World Tree grew to Svartalfheim, realm of the Dark Elves.... A world of vast caverns and immense tunnels howling with subterranean winds and glowing with volcanic fires.... Impossibly ornate palaces of basalt hang amid colossal stalactites or rear up from the cavern floors amid colossal stalagmites.... Mingled with the faint shrieks of tortured slaves and choirs of Dark Elf minnesingers, the hammering of adamantite hammers on adamantite anvils echoes through the vast spaces from many workshops and forges.... No greater craftsmen existed in all the Nine Worlds than the Dark Elves! Let us see what Albericht can craft for my little mortal plaything, Iommi-Tyr....
Methinks it be time to hasten Ragnarok a bit.... The End of Things must sooner or later be.... Why not sooner? Mayhap I can help start the avalanche of Fimbulwinter by tossing a twig in the cogs!?.... This young Viking son of Magnus, may be a fitting vehicle....
Not to be outdone by an Egyptian god of magic, the divine ghost of Loki, slain in another age at the battle of Ragnarok, visits Dr Allison Jones as she sleeps in her private chamber in the Castle.... The Norse god of trickery and magic takes the form of a fly, and buzzes through a long window into Allison's room, alighting on the sleeping adventuress just long enough to bestow the power of continual mind blank to the legendary Tarnkappe she is wrapped up in.... There, sweet Allison! Let none say that Loki neglects his most powerful adherent.... Sweetest dreams til the dawn wake thee, child.... The wearer of the Tarnkappe now has continuous mind blank in effect....
A familiar buzzing grows closer as a fly buzzes through a window into the fest hall of the Castle.... Hail, doughty Fierce Ones! buzzes the tinny voice of the fly from the Hall of Trials.... I just buzzed by to let thee know not to waste thy time in The Land of the Rising Sun, for The Lord of Monsters tarried there but a short while.... Seek the King in Yellow and The Lord of Monsters in the Empire of Silk and Opium.... For there, on the south coast, lies their abode.... Dim Carcosa, ancient necropolis of nightmares and madness!.... Verily, Fair Allison, the Tarnkappe is most fetching on thee! Having said what he came to say, the talking fly buzzes back out the window through which he entered, and away to the Hall of Trials....
The Lord of Monsters has wakened.... Who is responsible? A sage and craftsman of Nippon.... A creator of dangerous artifacts.... Where must we go to find it? To the Islands of Dawn.... The Land of the Rising Sun.... What is this monster's weakness? A well-sung song.... Will you grant me aid to defeat it? Aye, fair Allison.... I shall tell thee where to find the Tarnkappe.... The Cloak of Illusions! The foul necromancy of Cthulhu has restored to life after many long centuries the monster Grendel, and has set this monster to guard the Tarnkappe within an ancient barrow mound in Saxony.... I shall guide thy quest by causing an aurora of reddish flame to dance over this barrow in the dark of night! Are there more immanent dangers to the earth than this? Nay, none more dire....
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