Jane Foster scheduled, On 2022-07-10 at 2022-07-10:00:00:00 Wanderers: Killer Queen

Blood rains from the cloudy web On the broad loom of slaughter. The fate of cities grey as armor Is now being woven; the disir Will cross it with a crimson weft. Let us now wind the web of war Denied us by a treacherous king. Seals will shatter oaths so undone, No man shall wake no child grow old, A grief that will never fade from mind. We pronounce this foul land destined to fall. - The Battle Song of the Disir, Njals Saga, Chapter 157 Dawn breaks over the Highlands, finally banishing the dark. Yet sunshine never touches the rooftops of Inverness. The disir -- bloodthirsty, immortal murder-hobos bent on revenge -- fulfil their end of an unholy bargain, descending on the ancient capital of Pictland. Men, women, and children lay trapped in an unyielding sleep ahead of a slaughter. If the sun shall rise before they wake, pray they still have souls to take. Risk: High. You consent to injury. Who: Participants of "Who Wants to Live Forever." Notes: Disir are Asgardian-strong undead warriors who tell wretched jokes and eat the living. Groan-worthy humour welcome.