Hello one and all!
Thaddeus T. Thrustbunion, loyal servant of all who may find themselves reading this, here to spread what knowledge has been acquired these past few days. The rainbows have spread, become ever more popular a sight, and with them, the potential for all to cross the bridges, and find their fortune in the castle said to lay at the end. The Pot of Gold, some have taken to calling the structure, as yet glimpsed only from far off.
Without any more delay, let me tell you of the Nine Rainbow Bridges. There has been no apparent pattern for which of the nine you may find yourself on, parties who have returned from the same bridge have reported different accounts of what has awaited them. Yet, others far away, have reported similar events. These are the nine we yet know of.
The first people have taken to calling the Vanaheim Bridge. Along this bridge you find yourself walking above lush meadows, with bountiful trees, and beautiful beings frolicking in endless summer sun. Those who have traveled this bridge have found themselves too sorely tempted to explore this beautiful garden, and its inhabitants, to go any further. In fact, those who have returned have done so only reluctantly. They say the people of the meadow call themselves Vanir, and appear to be powerful magical beings.
Next is the Niflheim Bridge, where travelers have experiences nothing but snow and ice. None who have gone down this bridge have been able to brave the harsh conditions, turning back before the cold could claim their lives. It is unknown what other obstacles may lie this way.
The Svartalfheim Bridge takes the travelers below ground, into vast caverns. Forges can be spotted, far off in the distance, and airships the likes of which have not been seen before appear to be patrolling. A great stone gate sits across the bridge in this direction, which dwarf-like beings guarding it, refusing to let any pass.
As the cold of the Niflheim Bridge kept explorers back, the heat and flames of the Muspelheim Bridge have been a barrier none have yet overcome. While I wish I could say this is all that stood in the way, those who turned from the heat were harried by demons, fire spirits, and giants. Few have returned.
The Midgard Bridge is one which people have reported the most success on, coming across humans guarding it's way. A tall, fair breed of human, heavily armed, well trained, and almost itching for a fight. Their strength, it has been said, is in their shield wall. The fighting has been fierce on this bridge, and it seems like ground has been gained.
Along the Jotunheim Bridge stride giants, massive monsters of legend. Great is their scale and strength. The land, far, far below the bridge is of snow, rocks, and hills. These monsters have prevented all who tried from progressing along the bridge.
The Hel Bridge is one of darkness and mist, where explorers have claimed to hear the echoing voices of their lost loved one calling to them. None dare go far into this land of the dead, as those who have stepped off the bridge have not been seen again, and all those who have returned have complained of the endless calling of the voices.
Along the Alfheim Bridge explorers will find a folk even more beautiful than those who call themselves the Vanir. Their very presence bringing joy to all who see them. One traveler returned, insane with grief, telling of his companions who had tried to force their way past these beings. Their anger had been swift, their vengeance dreadful, and they had let one leave to speak of it.
The final bridge is the Asgard Bridge. Many have returned from this bridge, claiming only one being blocks their way. A large redheaded man, taller than the average human, with a short-hafted hammer. He challenges all who come along the bridge to tests of strength and skill, and is yet to be bested.
