The Great Ash is poisoned. Yggdrasil! Two of its Roots are dead. One remains. Shall the Norn tend to it longer? Sweet Verdande, betrayed by the god who hung upon the tree. Cheery Skuld, so transfixed with the threads of the future. Bitter Urd, so dark and stern with memories of days gone past. The last Root is not hale. It is not hale. It is not hale. It is not hale. It is not hale. It is not hale. It is not hale. It is not hale. It is not hale. What can be done? Are your roots hale? Listen to my words on the IRC, you stupid idiots.
I can't. :[ I asked someone to help me with the whole IRC deal, and they called me a newfag and signed off of MSN. LOL.
YGGDRASIL, TREE OF LIFE Odin, the All-Father, sometimes wanders through Midgard among mortals. He comes disguised as a old man, leaning on his staff, and he repays kindness with riches, courtesy with wisdom, and ill-treatment with vengeance. Each morning his two ravens, Hugginn and Munnin, fly forth across the world, bringing news to Odin about mankind. Odin himself can shift his shape, and while his body lies as if asleep, he can travel far in the form of bird or beast, unknown to men. Many stories are told as to how the all-Father gained his wisdom and his magical powers. But for every gain the stories tell of a price paid. Yggdrasil, the world tree, is a giant ash. One root is in the dread realm of Niflheim, where the serpent Nidhogg feeds on corpses and gnaws at Yggdrasil itself. A second root is in the gods' own realm of Asgard, and here dwell the Norns, three old women who rule over the destinies of men. Their names are Fate, Being, and Necessity, and they keep Yggdrasil alive by sprinkling the root with pure water from the well of fate. The third root lies in Jotunheim, the land of the giants. Beneath this root is the well where the severed head of wise Mimir speaks hard words. Odin paid with one of his eyes to drink insight and knowledge from that well. But it was on Yggdrasil itself that the High One, the All-Father, the Hooded One, the terrible Spear-Shaker, Odin of the many names, gained the secret of the runes, magic symbols by which men can record and understand their lives. For nine long nights Odin hung on the windswept tree, pierced with a spear, offering himself in sacrifice. Not even Ratatosk, the squirrel that runs up and down the tree carrying insults from the eagle at the top of the tree to the serpent Nidhogg at the bottom, offered him food or drink. At the end of his ordeal, Odin gave a great cry and , seizing the runes, fell from the tree. When he rose again from death, Odin knew many things hidden from man. He knew how to heal the sick; he knew how to blunt his enemy's blade, and how to catch an arrow in its flight. God of gods, god of battles, Odin holds mankind in his care. To poets he gives sips of the mead of poetry brewed long ago by the dwarfs; to warriors slain in battle, he gives a lordly welcome in the golden halls of Valhalla. I know my shit.
Yes. http://members.tripod.com/~ipswitch/ Nice copypasta. Alternative names for his two raves are Thought and Memory. "Hello Shredderbeam, please ban me." Am I reading that right?
May I use you? this guy and i are trying to find an official, but no luck :| That is, if you're not busy.
I've played Tales of Symphonia way too much... When anyone says Yggdrasil, I automatically assume it has to do with Tales of Symphonia...
