In the beginning of time when dark creatures was roaming the realms, the people of Midgard was living in fear of an invasion by the Evil and Twisted Albions from the south. And in the West a groving darkness was spreading from the Hibernian borders.

It was in these dark times, a small group of people gathered their strength
and combined their forces, to strike back the crippeling evil surrounding the borders of Midgard. Their courrage was contages and soon more people followed in the Crusade to strike back Evil, gaining knowledge and power.

These fearsome heros should be known as the Mighty Danes of Midgaard.

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History:

A cold winter night, the young lone wandering Healer Mcjackal, and the old
but still feard and powerfull Runemaster Thewhite, were sitting by a fire
talking about the situation in Midgard, as they were guarding the Frontier. They both knew of the unspoken need of Great Leaders, and as the night went along they agreed that something had to be done.

Thewhite was a wice old man and he could see the potential in the young healer sitting infront of him. He him self had been a leader in his younger days, but had left hes people to seek one last challange before, he would retire and enjoy hes old age.

They talked all night and when morning came upon them, they traveled to Midgards proud capital Jordheim together, to seek out the servants of the Gods. This was the beginning of a friendship that would soon change the lives of many people.
Mighty Danes of Midgard was taking their first steps in to, what later should be known, as one of the greatest brotherhoods ever.

Mcjackal was a traveler and had friends in many places. Some of these old friends, Mr. Codda and Mrs. Tulle, had aided him with food and shelter when he passed through the lands near Jordheim. When they heard what these two heros set out to do, they joined them emidiately.

Not many days had past when the four companions was roaming through a huge dungeon. It was here they ran in to a peculiar looking thing, it was a huge troll who called him self Wazzup. He was not a pretty sight, but they saw past his uglyness and stopped to ask him what he was doing there all alone ?
The young troll was speachless, he could not get hes eyes of their fine shining armors. At first they thought he wasnt all clear minded, maybe he had been dropped on his head as a child. Trolls were known to be quite brutal, even to their children.
Codda was a clever little Kobold, he grabbed a gold coin in his pocket and flipped it infront of the trolls face and that cought his attention. Then he started talking. But what they didnt predict, was that he wouldnt stop talking once he started. He babled on and on about the huge monsters he suppossdly had killed all by him self and how hes mother was the graitest Warrior of all time. They looked at each other and shaked their heads, but brought him along with them.

Thewhite and Mcjackal took it apon them to teach Wazzup the art of war and leadership. They traveled the lands and dungeons of midgard together and the young troll showed that he was a fast learner. Thewhite was proud and treated him as a son and successor. His own son Hodorn had missunderstod hes true calling and was roaming the realm with another respected brotherhood.

Mighty Danes of Midgard was growing, soon healers like Danebod, spell casters like Pillfinger, fighters like Whiztler and Gil, shamans like Bums and many more joined the crusade.

* rumor says that Gil, the young troll Bezerker was found by Danebod. She was hunting down a wilding, when she saw him dancing naked in the fields, in the lands of Gotar. He was singing about the aincent fathers of Trollheim only wearing a red helmet and two rusty axes. (with this picture in mind, who would have thought that he should become one of Midgards graitest Warlords in the time to come). *

It was at this time Hodorn came home to visit hes father. He hadnt been home long, before the call of war was upon Midgard and everyone was needed in the frontier to defend the realm. But Hodorn didnt return to fight with his brotherhood, instead he stayed to fight with his father and the rest of the Mighty Danes.

The Albions had been defeeded once again, and when Hodorn returned from the battlefield, he was a Mighty Dane.

* it has been told, that the thane Hodorn, son of Thewhite, stroke him self with lightning in that battle. When he woke up again, he had some how changed brotherhood *

Morning became day, day became night and Thewhite wasnt getting younger, he could feel how the age was catching up with him. Then one day he asked Wazzup to sit down with him and Mcjackal. The time had come for the grait old Runemaster to pass on hes leadership. And Wazzup had been chosen.

* it has been told, that Thewhite feard that his son Hodorn would never recover from his incident with the lightning (this might explain why he is jumping all the time) and thefore felt that his son could not be his successor *

Many seasons has gone by since the two heroes Mcjackal and Thewhite started what we proudely call Mighty Danes of Midgard to day and alot of fine people have joined the brotherhood since then. '

The Adventures will go on and the Mighty Danes of Midgard wont stop their crusade untill all evil has been driven back to the realms of Albion and Hibernia from where it came.