Darts: The True Story of How I Got My New Darts

The amazing and near unbelievable story of how I got my new darts began when I started to become the unwitting victim of Loki, the half giant trickster god who had decided to make sport of me by shape shifting into the guise of my opponents and substituting himself into games to steal victory from me no matter how tantalizingly close I got.

Of course I had no idea of this deception, only that I was performing strongly in games only to see victory fade away to defeat at the last possible moments.

My perils however had not gone unnoticed as Odin himself through his ravens Hugginn and Muninn had seen what had been transpired and both angered by Loki's ill behaviour and touched by my determination decided to intercede on my behalf and bid his son Thor to ride his chariot to a certain mountain and to strike the summit of that mighty summit with his magic hammer, Mjolnir and indeed a mighty blow was struck causing three small pieces of Asgardian tungsten to break free. The thunder god took these fragments and returned to his father.

It was then that the dwarves were set to work fabricating a set of dart barrels out of the tungsten Thor had hewn from the mountain, and when they were done they were so splendid they caused the all father himself to smile in appreciation.

Odin then touched his mighty spear Gungnir upon them, once twice thrice and thus did the highest of the Asgardians both enchantment and a special name imbued herein

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It was on a cold clear crisp March night on a Wednesday. a day that should be noted in days long past was known not as 'Wednesday' but instead as 'Wotan's day' I came face to face with an owl before my home where no such birds have been known to dwell and of which sort of bird I had never in all my life set sight. I was amazed and delighted by the sighting of this bird, but what I did not know on that very night was the own was no owl at all, but rather Odin himself who in owl form had travelled to Midgard, the world of men.



The next morning I walked out to where the owl had been and made a most amazing discovery. Set into a tree stump were three dart barrels gleaming in the winter sun. Tentatively I reached out and touched them and instantly was filled with knowledge of their name and purpose and history. They were called Silfr Sigr and were made by dwarves and a gift to me from Odin himself.

                        Silfr Sigr

                                                         Sight your target with unwavering eye 
                                                   and with a stroke straight and true let them fly.
                                                    No truer to the mark than upon what natural 
                                               talent can be borne but enchanted yet to give hope's cheer
                                                    for one's best is best when one's heart is true.
                                                    Fear not then enchantments foul or evil eye. 
                                                      Heed not self doubt or encroaching fear 
                                                        but remain instead steadfast still
                                                      for Silfr Sigr will see you through.

The enchanted darts, Slifr Sigr.