Norville needed supplies.  His physical energies were running out. He was a shell of what he used to be.  He know knew why the emperor looked the way he did.

Norv maxed out his credit card and brought in supplies of frozen pizzas and jolt cola. He emptied his apartment and cleared a large area in the living room.  In the center of the room he had placed his computer. He painted a large black circle on the carpet around the computer.  He thought about painting a pentagram, but he wasn't sure he wanted to let that crowd in.

He fortified himself with a couple of cans of jolt.  He could feel the caffeine running through his veins.  He was wired. He was set.  He could take on the world ... or at least Fredericton.

He sat in the circle.  His muscles were vibrating.  He tried to clear his mind.  He could still feel the creatures he had already summoned.  The kappas and harpies were gone, but he could still feel the others.  He let them loose to concentrate on what was to come.

The World of EverFantasy was spread over several servers.  Each server represented a different region.  Each region had its own culture.  Some were based on the real world like Japan or Romania. Some were based on more fantastical places like Tolkien's Middle Earth or Dante's Inferno. He let his mind drift through the world until he came to the Norse region.

Instead of transporting the entire creature over, he only called upon the image of Freyja.

A luminous cart pulled by two large white panthers erupted from the computer screen.  In the cart was the loveliest woman who ever was. Freya was even too lovely to bear to see. Norv adverted his eyes and bowed his head to the ground.  Around her neck she was wearing her famous "Fire Jewelry".  She had a feather coat draped over her shoulders. She emitted pure waves of sexuality and desire.  Norv was glad he had only called up her image.  The real thing would be too powerful to control.

"Why have you called me here earthling?"  Her tone was dominant.

"Oh great leader of the Valkyries.  Your fiery beauty has been told and retold by bards through the centuries.  But it holds not a candle to the reality. The lands here are impure and are in need of your cleansing.  Call forth your swan maidens to test these morals and find who is pure of heart and worthy of joining you in your hall Sessrumnir. In the cauldron of suffering the true heroes are separated from the dross. Let your cleansing fire clarify the heart of the righteous and turn them to gold."

"Your words are pretty.  This land in indeed dark and overgrown.  I do not know if what we desire can be found here.  I will summon my warrior maidens and we will discuss the matter."

With a casual toss of her hand, she commanded the cats to return to the computer screen.

Damn women.  They always want to discuss everything.