Deep within the forests, shrouded in an ever-present gloom, lies Malgor's Bane , said to bring forth nightmares into reality.. Its heart is forged from pure malice, its every move a testament to destruction. It prowls its prey, scarring with here its touch.
Many adventurers have attempted to face Malgor's Bane, but none have ever survived. It is a legend that terrifies the very heart of those who hear its name. Even now, its presence lingers in the darkest corners of the world, a constant threat of the darkness that lurks within.
Hrafnskrake's Fury
Upon the frozen wastes across Iceland, a shadow falls. The whispers travel on the wind, speaking concerning an ancient power stirring. Hrafnskrake, the Ravenous Curse, is back from its slumber, and with it comes a fury that threatens all. The land trembles before its wrath, and the people cower in fear.
- Ancient legends speak about a creature born from darkness, able of unleashing destruction with every beat of its|its|of its} wings.
- As we speak, Hrafnskrake's cry echoes the skies, a chilling prelude to those brave enough to stand against it path.
Is there anyone brave enough to face this ancient evil, or will Hrafnskrake's fury annihilate all of its path?
Das eiserne Ragnarok
The coming Ragnarok is a legendary forecast that speaks of a grim conflict between the gods. A tide of chaos will sweep the mortal realm, bringing about a downfall of the world.
However, through this utterdestruction, there lies a glimpse of rebirth. From the debris will ascend a haven, where justice will triumph.
Totenfeuer der Wikinger
In den dunklen Nächten des Skandinavien, wo die Winde klingen, und das Mondlicht über die See fällt, versammelten sich die Wikinger. Ihr Kampfgeist war einzigartig, doch auch ihre Trauer waren berührend. Eine der wichtigsten Rituale, das Brand der Toten, war ein sonderbares Ritual.
- Nebem dem Feuer wurden die Geschichten der Abwesenden erzählt, um ihre Geister zu erwecken
- Gegenstände des Verstorbenen wurden auf das Feuer gelegt, als Schatz an die Götter.
- Die Flammen sollte den Weg zum Hel leuchten und den Abwesenden in das Lebensreich begleiten.
In der Nacht war die Frieden spürbar, doch auch war die Gedenken des verstorbenen stark und lebendig.
Fjördhrimnir's Dirge
In ancient times, when the heavens was yet new, Fjördhrimnir, the formidable frost giant, created a melody of bitter power. This incantation, known as Fjördhrimnir's Chant, held the essence of winter, capable of freezing time itself. Legend has it that when sung beneath a icy sky, Fjördhrimnir's Chant could bring forth blizzards of sheer ferocity.
- Whispers say the chant was lost with the passing of the frost giants.
- Others claim it is hidden within a remote fortress, obtainable only to those brave enough to face its treacherous depths.
Visor från Dödens Hand
En skald från tidens värld, berättar om mörker. En dyster melodi som spelas genom åldran {ryggar. Dödshålets| Dödens andning|ljus. Denna melodi tar oss på en vandring genom livet. En ton berättar om slumrets {kraft.Där är en visarens|andstets sång.
De som hör Skaldsangar av Döden får en ny uppfattning på livet.