Mountain of Fire (Eldfjall)

I told them the Volcano thing was a bad idea, I said so back in 1783, and I’ll say it again, you can’t just shove a huge slab of rock into an oozing inferno and expect that to be the end of it.
Ok, I admit it solved the whole “suffocating the island in toxic smoke and killing off the few natives that were keeping us alive”-issue, and of course nobody was coming up with any alternatives worth considering, but still, you just knew this would come back to bite you in the end.

My name is Skaði (Skathi) and I am a goddess, no really, just google it. The mountains are my domain and when you take a look around Iceland you realize that that is no small thing. So as an expert I feel my thoughts on the matter should have been taken into consideration. But you know how it is; desperate times call for desperate measures and it seemed like a good idea at the time.  
Like most of the more questionable decicions we have made in the past, this one was breathed into existence and championed by Loki. (Reports of his dimise are greatly exagerated.) Whatever else you might have to say about him at least this is true, he is extremely good at solving problems under pressure. (Although his solutions do thend to lead to unexpected complications which sometimes turn out to be only slightly less devistating than the original problems.)

There was this volcanic eruption way back when which threatened to snuff out most, if not all, of the human population of this little island we have come to call home. Well, GANDALF couldn't have that! (We call ourselves the Gathering of Ancient Norse Deities And Legendery Folk, GANFALF for short, I know, I know, we're working on it.) Not because we are a bunch of philanthropists, (far from it, the things we do to amuse ourselves at your expence. You would be livid.) but rather because it is a matter of survival. Like all gods, we depend on humans to sustain us, after all you invented us and shaped us after your image. We don't eat you, we just need you to belive in us, or failing that to at least remember us, acknowledge that we used to have a purpose, don't let us fade away into the nothing that awaits. Right then and there the only group of people large enugh to sustain us was living on that rock of an island, so we had to act, we had to stop the volcanic eruption and we had to do it right away.

So GANDALF came toghther and we discussed the problem, now I'm not saying it is an excuse but we were all quite light headed owing to not being belived in enough and so it may have impared our judgements just a smidge. 

Loki pitched his idea saying that scince the whole thing was stared by an earthquake tearing up the landscape and opening a hole down into the red-hot, sullfur extruding, bowels of the planet (notably no-one took responsability for that one) it stood to reason that another one would close it up.  Simple.

Ever heard the saying "Easier said than done". Ther's a reson for that you know.

The Past is Calling

Iceland.

A rock island in the Atlantic ocean. Barely a dot on the global chart. Still a youngster on the geological time scale. But it really is a beautiful place, and it is home. 

Home to about 320.000 people, home to a select fiew species of flaura and fauna who have adapted to its sometimes crushingly harsh environment and home to a long tradition of nature related myths and legends, old gods and goddesses, elves, jotnar, trolls and a hoast of other supernatural beings. 

The world in which they were conceived has long passed into the shadows of history, they no longer have a clear purpose, a reason for existing, but they were never forgotten. And thus, in a way, they have remained alive.
But what are they like? Our legends of the past, our myths from darker times? what do they remember and how do they survive today?
They invite you to read on and find out.