Of course I had no idea of this deception, only that I was performing strongly in games only to see victory fade away to defeat at the last possible moments.
It was then that the dwarves were set to work fabricating a set of dart barrels out of the tungsten Thor had hewn from the mountain, and when they were done they were so splendid they caused the all father himself to smile in appreciation.
Odin then touched his mighty spear Gungnir upon them, once twice thrice and thus did the highest of the Asgardians both enchantment and a special name imbued herein
The next morning I walked out to where the owl had been and made a most amazing discovery. Set into a tree stump were three dart barrels gleaming in the winter sun. Tentatively I reached out and touched them and instantly was filled with knowledge of their name and purpose and history. They were called Silfr Sigr and were made by dwarves and a gift to me from Odin himself.
Sight your target with unwavering eye
and with a stroke straight and true let them fly.
No truer to the mark than upon what natural
talent can be borne but enchanted yet to give hope's cheer
for one's best is best when one's heart is true.
Fear not then enchantments foul or evil eye.
Heed not self doubt or encroaching fear
but remain instead steadfast still
for Silfr Sigr will see you through.