Deep within the swamps, shrouded in an ever-present darkness, lies Malgor's Bane, a creature of legend and despair. . Its heart is forged from pure hatred, its every move a testament to destruction. It prowls the innocent, leaving behind.

Many brave souls have dared to face Malgor's Bane, but none have ever returned. It is a legend that chills the very bones of those who tell its name. Even now, its shadow lingers in the darkest corners of the world, a constant threat of the horror that lurks within.

Hrafnskrake's Fury

Upon the frozen here wastes across Iceland, a shadow falls. The whispers carry on the wind, speaking concerning an ancient power awakening. Hrafnskrake, the Ravenous Curse, has returned from its slumber, and with it comes a fury that endangers all. The land trembles before its wrath, humans cower in fear.

• Ancient legends speak concerning a creature born in darkness, able of unleashing destruction with every beat of its|its|of its} wings.
• This very day, Hrafnskrake's cry soars through the skies, a chilling prelude to those who dare to stand in its path.

Is there anyone brave enough to confront this ancient evil, or will Hrafnskrake's fury annihilate all of its path?

Eisernes Ragnarök

The approaching Ragnarök of Iron is a legendary vision that speaks of a terrible conflict between the gods. A tide of annihilation will sweep the mortal realm, bringing about a finalend of the world.

Still, through this utterchaos, there lies a hint of transformation. From the debris will emerge a golden age, where justice will reign supreme.

Feuer der Wikinger

In den dunklen Nächten des Nordens, wo die Luftmassen klingen, und das Mondlicht über die See fällt, versammelten sich die Wikinger. Ihr Mut war stark, doch auch ihre Abschiedskulte waren außergewöhnlich. Eine der wichtigsten Rituale, das Brand der Toten, war ein sonderbares Ritual.

• Über dem Feuer wurden die Gesänge der Verstorbenen erzählt, um ihre Geister zu beruhigen
• Werkzeuge des verstorbenen wurden auf das Feuer gelegt, als Opfer an die Götter.
• Die Hitze sollte den Weg zum Hel leuchten und den Verstorbenen in das Lebensreich begleiten.

In der Nacht war die Leere spürbar, doch immernoch war die Gedächtnis des verstorbenen stark und lebendig.

Fjördhrimnir's Chant

In ancient times, when the cosmos was yet untouched, Fjördhrimnir, the mighty frost giant, wrought a melody of bitter power. This incantation, known as Fjördhrimnir's Chant, contained the very core of winter, capable of freezing time itself. Lore has it that when whispered beneath a frost-covered sky, Fjördhrimnir's Chant could bring forth blizzards of sheer ferocity.

• Some say the chant was vanished with the passing of the frost giants.
• Still claim it is hidden within a solitary fortress, obtainable only to those brave enough to venture its treacherous depths.

Visor från Dödens Hand

Ett andetag från gamla släkt, tecknar mörker. En kall skaldabok som sunges genom mörkret {ryggar. Skuggornas| Dödens stilla|ljus. Sann skaldabok tar dig på en vandring genom dödens. En ton förmedlar dödens {kraft.Det är ett visarens|andstets uppgift.

Människan som hör Skaldsangar av Döden upplever en annan uppfattning på dödens.