[Down from the shining golden sphere that represented Asgard, a shining pillar of light flared.] Odin Allfather mounted his armies and paraded to Midgard its savior. The Jotun armies were thoroughly routed and retreated to their frozen world.

[Cheers erupted throughout the mortals of Midgard in miniature.]

The mortals rejoiced! The gods had saved them from oblivion, but through defeat was not enough to satisfy the Allfather of Asgard. [He shook his head, leaning forward himself, grinning.] You see, Odin Allfather, sworn protector of the Nine Realms would not suffice at some finite a message. Oh no. He turned his armies around, pursuing the broken Jotun even as they retreated.

[He clapped his hands together and the illusion crumbled in a dazzle of falling gold and green fragments that dissolved to nothing as they hit the surface of the table.]

The message was clear as the powerful Aesir warriors of Asgard chased the defeated king and his crestfallen soldiers to their seat of power in their frozen capital: those who cross the might of Asgard shall be punished. The way to Jotunheim from Asgard was sealed, and the great king of Asgard used the power of his mighty spear to seal all other pathways from the Realm. The Jotun were exiled to their homeworld for their trespass.

They fell into legend, and legend turned to myth. Jotun became a monster used to frighten Asgardian youths into obedience, but freedom and identity were not all the Allfather took from Jotunheim that day. Not at all, but that...is another story.

[He let the finality of his tale fill the air for a moment as he took a long pull form his mead.]

Well?