The World of Brawlhalla

"This is it. Valhalla. The Big V. The Show. Now, big fish, you'll see how small your pond really was."

"There must be thousands of warriors. And such strange ones."

"Thousands of lands, thousands of years. You thought only Vikings had great warriors?"

"They can't all be that great."

"Oh really? A Valkyrie picked you and every other warrior here, and they only choose the best. Just keep your head down and learn the ropes. Don't jump into the Tournament. Stick with feasting for a while."

"I will fight tonight."

"Of course. Go find the armory. I'll book a hospital room."

Odin, King of the Gods, built a heaven for warriors and called it Valhalla. The majestic hall rose over hallowed ground in his realm of Asgard, with a roof of golden shields and rafters of spears. Odin decreed that fallen heroes would feast in Valhalla until the end of time, when they would join him in glory at Ragnarok, the final battle between gods and giants.

Odin commanded the Valkyries, beautiful war goddesses, to take to their winged horses and scour the cosmos for legendary warriors to fill the Hall. At the moment of each Legend’s heroic death in battle, the Valkyries would offer them a seat in Valhalla.

Valkyries searched far and wide, fiercely competing to bring back the greatest warriors. Soon, to Odin’s surprise, pirates, cowboys, Mongol warriors, Amazons, even monsters and aliens roamed the Great Hall.

If Odin thought his hall would be peaceful, he did not know his own warriors. Constant battle spilled out of the Great Hall, and Asgard was smashed to rubble again and again. In an effort to keep some semblance of order and reduce his already cosmic cleaning bills, Odin created the Grand Tournament of Valhalla.

Welcome to Brawlhalla.

Soon, Tournament-mania swept Asgard, fueled by the battle lust of the fighters and the wondrous prizes Odin offered the champions. Thor came to a counsel of the Gods wearing a green and gold Bodvar throwback jersey. Dwarvish stadium chants lasted for days, as they recited every heroic deed of Scarlet in exquisite detail.  From elvish Brawlhalla fantasy leagues to lucrative mead endorsements, Brawlhalla is now Asgard’s World Cup, NFL, and UFC all wrapped into one.

This is where we are today. The Tournament rages while gods look on and cheer. Thousands of Valhallan warriors compete in the Tournament, but our game concerns itself with only the very top fighters.  Who among them will vanquish all rivals and seize the mantle of Champion of Brawlhalla?