Know, O man of the restless age, that before the smoke-choked cities strangled the soul of the world—before the thin-blooded scholars buried fire beneath parchment—there strode upon the earth men of might and thunder, born of frost and storm, whose hearts beat to the rhythm of the war-drum and whose veins surged with the blood of gods. From the black fjords of the North, from the wind-lashed cliffs where the sea screams like a mad wolf, there rose a brotherhood bound by fire and oath: The Sons of Thor.

Not idle dreamers nor pale mystics hiding behind cobwebbed books, the Sons are men of sinew and soul, forged like steel in the old fires of Asgard. Their creed is not one of whispered prayers and trembling knees—it is a roar that splits the heavens, a hammer falling upon the anvil of fate. They seek not to escape this world, but to master it—to seize health, fortune, wisdom, and triumph, as the storm-born Vikings once seized gold and glory upon distant shores.

In the smoke of the mead-hall and the silence of the forest glade, in the clash of steel and the whisper of the runes, the Sons of Thor pursue a path carved from ancient stone. They follow no king nor priest but honor the Old Ways—the way of the axe and the rune, of wind and wave, of blood and fire. They do not shrink from the dark, for they know that even in the blackest night, lightning may still blaze.

This is no brotherhood of mere ritual and hollow words. Each man is called to become—to rise as the wolf rises, to grow strong of limb and keen of eye, to awaken the ancient power that sleeps in the marrow of his bones. For within each man lies a spark of the thunder god, a fragment of Mjölnir’s fury waiting to be unleashed.

The Sons of Thor are a hammer-blow against weakness, a defiant cry in a world gone soft. They walk the crooked road of destiny with heads held high and fists clenched. They dare to live not as husks of flesh and fear, but as bold spirits who speak with gods and wrestle with giants.

Here begins your saga. Cast aside the chains of the modern lie. Take up your place among the bold-hearted. Let your journey be one of power, of purpose, of primal truth. For you have heard the call—the call of the North, of the storm, of Thor.

And now, brother, it is time to answer.