Jormungandr's Quest
It has been a long time since I have seen that imperial and decadent city of my birth Ann Arbor and the river that runs through it, the deep and mysterious Huron. Recently, a cartographer by the name of Google showed me that that very same river empties into my own lake known by locals as 'Ford'. Named after a man who was both famous and infamous. I am now going off in search of where this mystic union happens. It will be a long journey and my boat, 'Jormungandr' is small. My provisions will be slight, but I am wearing the pendant of father Loki on my breast. Please pray to whom you like best for my safe return. My expedition was not a success. I knew my chances were diminished as I set out. The weather was pleasant and there were fewer krakens than I expected. Still, the water was unfriendly and there was enough wind to distract Jormungandr. I passed the familiar landmarks without incident, however I still noted that I was faring further than I ever had before. A...