"Good... as you wish our aid to protect what is yours, then so too will you need to help protect what is ours. On two days of each year, the longest day and the longest night, you will be drawn from wherever you are, whatever you are doing - to this tree. You will venture forth to find and battle the Nidhogg, the great wyrm eating at Yggdrasil until Ragnarok... the wyrm is too great a power for nearly any Asgardian, or even great legions... so you will die." one begins.
"But your death shall buy the tree time to heal and regrow, slowing the beast's predations, and staving off Ragnarok a little time longer."
"Each death shall be new pain and suffering, at teeth, claws, crushing weight, acidic bile and fiery blood... but by the power of the water you have consumed, you will be reborn at dawn, and returned to where you were when you were whisked away."
"You will remember each death, each new pain, with only the next one to look forward to... but you shall have our wisdom, and the Goddess of Hope shall grant Asgard a little bit more precious time with each new death and rebirth."
"But even though you shall be reborn and healed, like the Nidhogg and tree both are... death is never without a price. Each one shall leave a new small scar upon you, some mark suitable for the means by which you died, each one small, insignificant, but over the many years, they will add up, mar the beauty of the Goddess of Hope, and ensure you always know the pain of sacrifice."
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