Odin wanders the Shroud no longer.
As on this night Sanctum came together to do battle against the elder primal, and emerged victorious.
To commemorate such an event, here is something I have written that I hope you enjoy (no teasing my skills at writing, as I am no bard)
It was a quiet night at the house in mist,
The occupants were tired, worn from the day's events.
As they all relaxed, doing the things they wished.
Some were crafting, others gathering, while a few reminisced.
A cheerful miqo'te, brings life to the house, as he mentions that Odin is still running about.
The adventurers rally, as their excitement mounts,
Preparing for the battle their will is devout.
Rahl and Reaping ready their spells,
Xilean summons his pet, for an argument he knows well.
Jason collects his bow, while practising his songs.
Daisy collects her wand, as a healer she will come along.
Katalina serves food, so her friends are well fed
While her Fairy flies around over everyone's head.
Belle gathers her blades, spinning them in the air.
She calls out a ready check, to see if everyone's there.
As Shadex picks up his sword he looks around,
At the family that is Sanctum he seems so proud.
Now that everyone is ready, onward we are bound.
And on to Urth's Fount we travelled.
To take on Odin, and knock him from the mount where he was saddled.
The Battle went smoothly, like a well rehearsed dance.
The party in sync, almost like a trance.
Odin was defeated, his body is no more
All he leaves in this realm, is his sword evermore.