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Looking to sharpen your teeth! This week on Friendly?: A DayZ Podcast, Andy and Dave delve into the wild world of Conquest servers and how they can transform you from a fresh spawn into a DayZ PvP master.Ever heard of Arma 2's Wasteland gamemode? Get ready for a nostalgic trip down memory lane as we explore the similarities between Wasteland and DayZ's Conquest servers.But Conquest isn't just a walk in the park (or Chernarus). We'll break down how to utilize these high-action servers alongside the powerful Vigrid tool to:Master the art of combat: Hone your gunplay, movement, and tactical thinking in a fast-paced, consequence-free environment.Learn from your mistakes: Die, respawn, repeat! Conquest servers offer endless opportunities to experiment and improve.Test different strategies: From flanking manoeuvres to mastering the loot economy, Conquest lets you practice it all.Whether you're a seasoned veteran or a curious newbie, this episode will equip you with the knowledge to dominate the PvP landscape in DayZ.Tune in, laugh along, and get ready to unleash your inner warrior! Don't forget to rate 5 stars, subscribe, and join the Discord to share your Conquest server experiences.#DayZ #DayZPodcast #PvPTraining #ConquestServers #Arma2Wasteland #Vigrid #PracticeMakesPerfectAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

In this episode Shawn and David discuss the battle of Ragnarök. We see the deaths of many of our favorite characters of Norse Mythology. ....It uhhhh, does NOT go well for the gods. David also is very excited that he watched a movie this century and was keen to discuss Thor: Love and Thunder. Ways to support us: If you have been enjoying our show, please write a 5 star review on itunes to help spread our podcast to a wider audience: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/between-two-ravens-a-norse-mythology-podcast/id1604263830 Follow us or leave a message on Twitter or Instagram: Twitter: (@TwoRavenPodcast): https://twitter.com/TwoRavenPodcast Instagram: (@BetweenTwoRavens): https://www.instagram.com/betweentworavens/ Check out David's writing:  Prosoche Project (www.prosocheproject.com).  Walled Garden (https://thewalledgarden.com/davidalexander) Our podcast is part of The Walled Garden Podcast Network. The Walled Garden is committed to the pursuit of Truth, Wisdom, Virtue, and the Divine, wherever it might be found.  Visit thewalledgarden.com to learn more about weekly meet-ups and the other Walled Garden contributors. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this epic conclusion to Norse mythology, we cover the entire story of Ragnarok, the Norse end of the world. We tell the whole story, from Balder's death to Loki's punishment, and the battle itself on the field of Vigrid, and the renewed world. We also discuss the dichotomies represented by each of the gods and their enemies, and discuss our thoughts on Norse mythology as a whole. As always, there are many tangents, including a discussion on cynicism, a comparison of the punishments of Prometheus and Loki, Revelations, and how many pencils are on a certain endtable.  Follow us on Twitter! @UlmtdOpinions

I denne episoden ser vi nærmere på en e-post som Tore Tvedt og Vigrid har sendt til norske ungdomspolitikere der Tvedt tilbyr sine tjenester. Vigrid er en norsk organisasjon med ideologi basert på norrøn mytologi og raselære. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

The tenth of Ten Norse Myths. Ragnarok, the Twilight of the Gods, the destruction of the worlds, the dramatic death duel of light and dark... Ragnarok. The end of the world had been prophesied from its beginning, and everyone across the world knew what to expect when Ragnarok fell upon them. For Ragnarok was the twilight of the gods, an end to the golden years of Asgard, an end to the palaces of delight, an end to the timeless world where nothing could interfere. It was the death of Balder that set the stage for the end of the world, and it was Loki's crimes which laid in place the main characters. And when the events had begun, there was no stopping it. When evil entered Asgard, it tainted all nine worlds. Sol and Mani, high in the sky, paled with fright, and their chariots slowed as they moved with effort across the sky. They knew that the fierce, dark wolves, Hati and Skull would be soon upon them and that it would be only a matter of time before eternal darkness would fall once again. Sol and Mani were indeed devoured by their dread pursuers, there was no light to shine on the earth, and the terrible cold crept into the warm reaches of summer and drew from the soil all that was growing there. Snow began to drift down upon the freezing land, and soon it snowed a little faster, and a little harder, until the earth was covered once again in a dark layer of ice. Winter was upon them, and it did not cease. For three long, frozen seasons, it was winter, and then, after a thaw that melted only one single layer of ice, it was back for three more. With the cold and the darkness came evil, which rooted itself in the hearts of humankind. Soon crime was rampant, and all shreds of kindness disappeared with the spring. At last, the stars were flung from the skies, causing the earth to tremble and shake. Loki and Fenris were freed from their manacles, and together they moved forward to wreak their revenge on the gods and men who had bound them so cruelly. At the bottom of Yggdrasill, there was a groan that emanated the entire length of the tree, for at that moment, Nithog had gnawed through the root of the world tree, which quivered and shook from bottom to top. Fialar, the red cock who made his home above Valhalla shrieked out his cry, and then flew away from the tree as his call was echoed by Gullinkambi, the rooster in Midgard. Heimdall knew at once what was upon them, and raising his mighty horn to his lips he blew the call that filled the hearts of all gods and humankind with terror.  "Ragnarok."  "Ragnarok." "Ragnarok." The gods sprang from their beds, and thrust aside the finery that hung in their chambers. They armed themselves and mounted their horses, ready for the war that had been expected since the beginning of time. They moved quickly over the rainbow bridge and then they reached the field of Vigrid, where the last battle would be fought. The turmoil on earth caused the seas to toss and twist with waves, and soon the world serpent Jormungander was woken from his deep sleep. The movement of the seas yanked his tail from his mouth, and it lashed around, sending waves crashing in every direction. And as he crawled out upon land for the first time, a tidal wave swelled across the earth, and set afloat Nagilfar, the ship of the dead, constructed as it was from the nails of the dead. Such nails came from those whose relatives had failed in their sacred duties, and neglected to pare the nails of the deceased when they were laid to rest. As the wind caught the blackened sail, Loki leapt aboard, and took her wheel – the ship of the undead captained by the personification of all evil. Loki called upon the fire-gods from Muspell, and they arrived in a conflagration of terrible glory. Another ship had set out for Vigrid, and this was steered by Hrym and crewed by the frost-giants who had waited through the millennia for this battle. Across the raging sea, both vessels made for the battlefield. As they travelled, Hel, crept from her underground estate, bringing with her Nithog, and the hellhound Garm. From up above, there was a great crack, and Surtr, with sword blazing, leapt with his sons to the Bifrost bridge, and with one swoop they felled it, and sent the shimmering rainbow crashing to the depths below. Quickly, Odin escaped from the battlefield, and slipped one last time to the Urdar fountain, where the Norns sat quietly, accepting their fate. He leant over Mimir, and requested her wisdom, but for once the head would not talk to him, and he remounted Sleipnir and returned to the field, frightened and aware that he had no powers left with which to defend his people. The opposing armies lined themselves on the field of Vigrid. On one side were the Aesir, the Vanir and the Einheriear – on the other, were the fire-giants led by Surtr, the frost-giants, the undead with Hel, and Loki with his children – Fenris and Jormungander. The air was filled with poison and the stench of evil from the opposing army, yet the gods held up their heads and prepared for a battle to end all time.  And so it was that the ancient enemies came to blows. Odin first met with the evil Fenris, and as he charged towards the fierce wolf, Fenris's massive jaws stretched open and Odin was flung deep into the red throat. Thor stopped in his tracks, the death of his father burning deep in his breast, and with renewed fury he lunged at the world serpent, engaging in a combat that would last for many hours. His hammer laid blow after blow on the serpent, and at last there was silence. Thor sat back in exhaustion, Jormungander dying at his side. But as Thor made to move forward, to carry on and support his kin in further battles, the massive serpent exhaled one last time, in a cloud of poison so vile that Thor fell at once, lifeless in the mist of the serpent's breath. Tyr fought bravely with just one arm, but he, like his father, was swallowed whole, by the hellhound Garm, but as he passed through the gullet of the hound he struck out one last blow with his sword and pierced the heart of his enemy, dying in the knowledge that he had fulfilled his role in destiny. Heimdall met Loki hand to hand, and the supreme forces of good and evil engaged in the battle that had been raging for all Time. Their flames engulfed one another, on and on they fought, striking and hefting, matching each other blow for blow until a crescendo of light burst across the skies. And fell to silence. Heimdall and Loki were no more.  The silent Vidar, Odin's son and God of Justice, came rushing from a distant part of the plain to avenge the death of his father, and he laid upon the jaw of Fenris a shoe which had been created for this day. With his arms and legs in motion he tore the wolf's head from his body, and then lay back in a pool of blood. Of all the gods, only Frey was left fighting. He battled valiantly, and as he laid down giant after giant, he felt a warmth on the back of his neck that meant only one thing. The heat burned and sizzled his skin, and as he turned he found himself face to face with Surtr. With a cry of rage that howled through the torn land, and shook the massive stem of the world ash, Yggdrasill, Surtr flung down bolts of fire that engulfed the golden palaces of the gods, and each of the worlds which lay beneath it. The heat caused the seas to bubble and to boil, and there came at once a wreath of smoke that engulfed the fire, and then, obliterated the nine worlds.  At last all was as it had been in the beginning. There was blackness. There was chaos. There was a nothingness that stretched as far as there was space. The End of the World The earth was purged by the fire and there was at once a new beginning. The sun rose in the sky, mounted on a chariot driven by the daughter of Sol, born before the wolf had eaten her father and her mother. Fresh green grass sprung up in the crevices, and flowers and fruits burst forth. Two new humans, Lif, a woman, and Lifthrasir, a man, emerged from Mimir's forest, where they had been reincarnated at the end of the world. Vali and Vidar, the forces of natural law and nature had survived the fiery battle, and they returned to the plain to be greeted by Thor's sons, Modi and Magni, who carried with them their father's hammer. The Vanir, ancient rivals to the Aesir of Odin's family of Gods, had vanished forever, releasing Hoenir who had been held hostage for millennia underground. And from the deepest depths of the earth came Balder, renewed and as pure as he had ever been. Hodur rose with him, and the two brothers embraced, and greeted the new day. And so this small group of gods turned to face the scenes of destruction and devastation, and to witness the new life that was already curling up from the cloak of death and darkness. The land had become a refuge for the good. They looked up – they all looked all way up – and there in front of them, stronger than ever was the world ash, Yggdrasill, which had trembled but not fallen. There was a civilization to be created, and a small band of gods with whom it could be done. The gods had returned blinking into the light – a light as pure and virtuous as the new inhabitants of the earth – and in that light they gathered forth our own world. End of the ten Norse Myths The next ten tales are stories from Indian Mythology The first Norse Myth is Creation The second Norse Myth is Odin and Frigga And the third tells of the Valkyrie The fourth Myth tells how Thor Gained his Hammer. The fifth tale is about Loki The Sixth focuses on the God Heimdall, the guardian of the Bifrost The Seventh myth covers the story of the Tyr and the Sword of Destiny The Eighth story tells of The Volsungs The Ninth tale is of The Death of Baldur Part of a series on world myths and legends, released through Libsyn, on These Fantastic Worlds SF & Fantasy Fiction Podcast on iTunes, Apple Podcasts, Google Play, Spotify, Vurbl and Stitcher  and more. Also on this blog, These Fantastic Worlds. RSS feeds available on request by email. Text based on Norse Myths, General Editor Jake Jackson. Copyright © 2014 Flame Tree Publishing Ltd. ISBN: 9780857758200. This and other books on African, Indian, Polynesian, Aztec, Greek, Celtic and mythology are available online at flametreepublishing.com and in store worldwide, including Amazon, BookDepository, Barnes and Noble, Indigo, Blackwells and Waterstones. Online production, images and audio © 2022 Jake Jackson, thesefantasticworlds.com. Thanks to Frances Bodiam and Elise Wells,  Logic ProX, Sound Studio, the Twisted Wave Recorder App, and Scrivener. More Tales, More Audio The first 100 tales in this series are new stories by Jake Jackson, on subjects ranging from robots, dystopia, haunted houses, dark fantasy and long shadows, including: Machines Discarded I Machines Discarded II Find Me The Green Man Kingdom of Lies Obsession Time Now Artificial Intelligence Clone Complicit Cosmic Hall Daily Mask Ophelia A.I. And a carousel of 10 audio stories from the podcast with information about submissions. Here's a related post, 5 Steps to the SF and Fantasy Podcasts.

This fifth Norse Myth is the last tale of Loki, not the charming, trickster of the Marvel Universe, but the dark God of the Vikings Age... The Legends of Loki. Besides the hideous giant Utgard-Loki, the personification of mischief and evil, whom Thor and his companions visited in Jötunheim, the ancient Northern nations had another type of sin, whom they called Loki also. In the beginning, Loki was merely the epitome of the hearth fire and of the spirit of life. At first a god, he gradually becomes “god and devil combined,” and ends in being held in general detestation as an exact counterpart of the mediaeval Lucifer, the prince of lies, “the originator of deceit, and the back-biter” of the Aesir. By some authorities Loki was said to be the brother of Odin, but others assert that the two were not related, but had merely gone through the form of swearing blood brotherhood common in the North.r Loki's Last Crime Loki's last crime, and the one which filled his measure of iniquity, was to induce Hodur to throw the fatal mistletoe at Balder, whom he hated merely on account of his immaculate purity. Perhaps even this crime might have been condoned had it not been for his obduracy when, in the disguise of the old woman Thok, he was called upon to shed a tear for Balder. His action on this occasion convinced the gods that nothing but evil remained within him, and they pronounced unanimously upon him the sentence of perpetual banishment from Asgard. *** To divert the gods' sadness and make them, for a short time, forget the treachery of Loki and the loss of Balder, Aegir, god of the sea, invited them to partake of a banquet in his coral caves at the bottom of the sea. The gods gladly accepted the invitation, and clad in their richest garb, and with festive smiles, they appeared in the coral caves at the appointed time. None were absent save the radiant Balder, for whom many a regretful sigh was heaved, and the evil Loki, whom none could regret. In the course of the feast, however, this last-named god appeared in their midst like a dark shadow, and when bidden to depart, he gave vent to his evil passions in a torrent of invective against the gods. Then, jealous of the praises which Funfeng, Aegir's servant, had won for the dexterity with which he waited upon his master's guests, Loki suddenly turned upon him and slew him. At this wanton crime, the gods in fierce wrath drove Loki away once more, threatening him with dire punishment should he ever appear before them again. Scarcely had the Aesir recovered from this disagreeable interruption to their feast, and resumed their places at the board, when Loki came creeping in once more, resuming his slanders with venomous tongue, and taunting the gods with their weaknesses or shortcomings, dwelling maliciously upon their physical imperfections, and deriding them for their mistakes. In vain the gods tried to stem his abuse; his voice rose louder and louder, and he was just giving utterance to some base slander about Sif, when he was suddenly cut short by the sight of Thor's hammer, angrily brandished by an arm whose power he knew full well, and he fled incontinently. Knowing that he could now have no hope of being admitted into Asgard again, and that sooner or later the gods, seeing the effect of his evil deeds, would regret having permitted him to roam the world, and would try either to bind or slay him, Loki withdrew to the mountains, where he built himself a hut, with four doors which he always left wide open to permit of a hasty escape. Carefully laying his plans, he decided that if the gods should come in search of him he would rush down to the neighbouring cataract, according to tradition the Fraananger force or stream, and, changing himself into a salmon, would thus evade his pursuers. He reasoned, however, that although he could easily avoid any hook, it might be difficult for him to effect his escape if the gods should fashion a net like that of the sea-goddess Ran. Haunted by this fear, he decided to test the possibility of making such a mesh, and started to make one out of twine. He was still engaged upon the task when Odin, Kvasir, and Thor suddenly appeared in the distance; and knowing that they had discovered his retreat, Loki threw his half-finished net into the fire, and, rushing through one of his ever-open doors, he leaped into the waterfall, where, in the shape of a salmon, he hid among some stones in the bed of the stream. The gods, finding the hut empty, were about to depart, when Kvasir perceived the remains of the burnt net on the hearth. After some thought an inspiration came to him, and he advised the gods to weave a similar implement and use it in searching for their foe in the neighbouring stream, since it would be like Loki to choose such a method of baffling their pursuit. This advice seemed good and was immediately followed, and, the net finished, the gods proceeded to drag the stream. Loki eluded the net at its first cast by hiding at the bottom of the river between two stones; and when the gods weighted the mesh and tried a second time, he effected his escape by jumping up stream. A third attempt to secure him proved successful, however, for, as he once more tried to get away by a sudden leap, Thor caught him in mid-air and held him so fast, that he could not escape. The salmon, whose slipperiness is proverbial in the North, is noted for its remarkably slim tail, and Norsemen attribute this to Thor's tight grasp upon his foe. Loki now sullenly resumed his wonted shape, and his captors dragged him down into a cavern, where they made him fast, using as bonds the entrails of his son Narve, who had been torn to pieces by Vali, his brother, whom the gods had changed into a wolf for the purpose. One of these fetters was passed under Loki's shoulders, and one under his loins, thereby securing him firmly hand and foot; but the gods, not feeling quite satisfied that the strips, tough and enduring though they were, would not give way, changed them into adamant or iron. Skadi, the giantess, a personification of the cold mountain stream, who had joyfully watched the fettering of her foe (Loki, as subterranean fire), now fastened a serpent directly over his head, so that its venom would fall, drop by drop, upon his upturned face. But Sigyn, Loki's faithful wife, hurried with a cup to his side, and until the day of Ragnarök she remained by him, catching the drops as they fell, and never leaving her post except when her vessel was full, and she was obliged to empty it. Only during her short absences could the drops of venom fall upon Loki's face, and then they caused such intense pain that he writhed with anguish, his efforts to get free shaking the earth and producing the earthquakes which so frighten mortals. In this painful position Loki was destined to remain until the twilight of the gods, when his bonds would be loosed, and he would take part in the fatal conflict on the battlefield of Vigrid, falling at last by the hand of Heimdall, who would be slain at the same time. The next story tells of Heimdall and his Journey to Midgard The first Norse Myth is Creation The second Norse Myth is Odin and Frigga And the third tells of the Valkyrie The fourth Norse Myth tells how Thor Gained his Hammer. The fifth tale is about Loki The Sixth tale focuses on the God Heimdall, the guardian of the Bifrost Part of a series on world myths and legends, released through Libsyn, on These Fantastic Worlds SF & Fantasy Fiction Podcast on iTunes, Apple Podcasts, Google Play, Spotify, Vurbl and Stitcher  and more. Also on this blog, These Fantastic Worlds. RSS feeds available on request by email. Text based on Norse Myths, General Editor Jake Jackson. Copyright © 2014 Flame Tree Publishing Ltd. ISBN: 9780857758200. This and other books on African, Indian, Polynesian, Aztec, Greek, Celtic and mythology are available online at flametreepublishing.com and in store worldwide, including Amazon, BookDepository, Barnes and Noble, Indigo, Blackwells and Waterstones. Online production, images and audio © 2021 Jake Jackson, thesefantasticworlds.com. Thanks to Frances Bodiam and Elise Wells,  Logic ProX, Sound Studio, the Twisted Wave Recorder App, and Scrivener. More Tales, More Audio The first 100 tales in this series are new stories by Jake Jackson, on subjects ranging from robots, dystopia, haunted houses, dark fantasy and long shadows, including: Machines Discarded I Machines Discarded II Find Me The Green Man Kingdom of Lies Obesession Time Now Artificial Intelligence Clone Complicit Cosmic Hall Daily Mask Ophelia A.I. And a carousel of 10 audio stories from the podcast with information about submissions. Here's a related post, 5 Steps to the SF and Fantasy Podcasts.

Time to remember some people we've forgotten, and try to forget some people we unfortunately can't seem to shake. Patreon.

We take a train to the town of Vigrid, then shoot at angels. Patreon.

Ønsker Christina og Peter flere barn, hva skjedde da Christina skulle på blind-date og hva tenker de om eksponering av barn?? Her er en etterlengtet spørsmålsspesial! :)   See omnystudio.com/policies/listener for privacy information.

Det er missekåring i Mexico, og alle de bulende badebuksene og bugnende brystholderne har åpenbart sendt Tara Lina hodestups inn i puberteten og trassalderen samtidig. Sammen med de to originale parasittene Eirik og Ida, som begge har vært i studio fra dag én, forsøker hun å holde hormonene i sjakk mens årets beste og verste Paradise Hotel-temauker legges under lupen. Yes'm, du leste riktig. Før vi snakker om missekåringen med den Vigrid-inspirerte MMA-kjempen Emil «Valhalla» Meek som dommer og støttekontakt, loser vi dere gjennom påskekrimuken der to anonyme snuter prøver å finne ut hvem som hjelper La Muerte med å knerte halvparten av hotellgjestene. Ta frem runkekluten og tørk av setet på ergometersparkesykkelen, for denne episoden av din favoritt-fitnesspodkast kommer til å hisse deg opp på alle mulige måter. Beklager.

Bør Notre Dame få pengegaver så lenge det finnes sult? Hvorfor er Vigrid motstander av Resett? Velkommen til denne ukens episode av Stortingsrestauranten!---Dette er podkasten hvor stortingsrepresentantene fra Høyre, Peter Christian Frølich og Henrik Asheim, tar deg med bak kulissene på Stortinget. Har du innspill? Ris eller ros? Forslag til tema eller gjester? Send oss gjerne en e-post: some@hoyre.no. See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.

Paradise-legenden Vida Lill er fortsatt holdt fanget i boden til Tara Lina og Ida, og ser ut til å ha utviklet et slags Stockholm-syndrom som gjør at hun har gitt opp all motstand. Dermed blir hun med på en gripende reise gjennom Tara Linas indre følelsesliv, krydret med en haug pirrende pærra-parodier og uendelig mange tissepauser. Vi fortsetter å oppsummere superheltuken i Mexico, der hotellgjestene rotter seg sammen mot én stakkar nykomling som ingen – oss inkludert – klarer å huske navnet på. Vida Lill byr på flere freske detaljer fra sin tid som deltaker og Northug-entusiast, mens Ida lar seg inspirere av mobbingen på hotellet til å hetse de to andre hver gang sjansen byr seg. Det hele utvikler seg til å bli et sjøslag av et fyllekalas, så det kan være lurt å skippe slutten dersom du lider av frynsete nerver og lav flauhetsterskel. Lykke til.

Aabel er sekulær jøde, datter av en av de yngste overlevende fra Holocaust under 2. verdenskrig. Nå har Aabel intervjuet grunnleggeren av den nynazistiske organisasjonen Vigrid, Tore Tvedt. Han mener at Holocaust aldri har funnet sted. Hvorfor vil Aabel intervjue ham?

Ved Odin, ved Frøya, ved Tor og Triana. Ved Balder, ved Hod og prinsesse Diana. Vikingtiden har nådd Paradise Hotel, så Ragnarok er nær, det skjønner du vel. Med pandoras' og parsplitt og holmgang og strid, svinger podpraten naturligvis innom Vigrid. Det blir maktkamp når høvdingen snarlig får tredd av, og pærra er blodigere enn den eldre Edda. Egentlig var ikke vikinguken så voldsomt spennende, men denne 110-episoden er ikke så verst. Vi tar nemlig like gjerne turen innom Moses' vandring gjennom ørkenen, Lokes langsomme og smertefulle straff, Heimdal, Trøndelag, Kjuttaviga og Asker. Sistnevte for å ta en prat med den joviale pappagutten Petter, som avslører hvordan man får fin nok frisyre til å rulle med russen. I tillegg hører vi fra spåkona Morten Bottom, som sender en mystisk beskjed komplett med subliminal message og greier. Forresten, stå gjerne over denne episoden dersom du er vàr for fornærmelser av norrønne, jødiske, kristne eller noen som helst andre helligdommer. Vennligst ikke utlys noen fatwa om hverken landsforvisning eller fredløshet, og tilgi oss, for vi veit ikke hva vi gjør, amen.

Departmener og direktorater har brukt flere millioner kroner på mobil'apper - som veldig få bruker. Vigrid vil bruke Stiklestad til dåp og sermenoier hvis bautaen reist av Nasjonal samling graves frem. - Det morsomte prosjektet jeg har vært med på, sier Arthur Buchardt, om å bygge det nye Prøysen-huset, som åpner til uken. Kulturnytt anmelder sommerens største dansefestival og registerer at norsk litteratur er populær i Brasil.

Vigrid ble oppløst i 2009, og står fortsatt oppført som nedlagt på Wikipedia. Men Odins soldater rører seg altså igjen i norske skoger. PST omtaler gruppa som en høyreekstrem organisasjon som de følger tett. Men hvor stor trussel er egentlig unge «krigere» i vikinghjelmer og sverd? En dokumentar av Webjørn S. Espeland.

Vigrid ble oppløst i 2009, og står fortsatt oppført som nedlagt på Wikipedia. Men Odins soldater rører seg altså igjen i norske skoger. PST omtaler gruppa som en høyreekstrem organisasjon som de følger tett. Men hvor stor trussel er egentlig unge «krigere» i vikinghjelmer og sverd? En dokumentar av Webjørn S. Espeland.