Deep within the forests, shrouded in an ever-present darkness, lies Malgor's Bane, whispered to be the harbinger of ruin and chaos.. Its heart is forged from pure evil, its every move a testament to destruction. It stalkes its prey, sowing chaos wherever it goes.

Many heroes have attempted to face Malgor's Bane, but none have ever survived. It is a legend that terrifies the very bones of those who tell its name. Even more info now, its presence lingers in the darkest corners of the world, a constant threat of the horror that lurks within.

Hrafnskrake's Rage

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

• Ancient legends speak of a creature born of 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 sign to those foolhardy enough to stand against it path.

Is there anyone brave enough to face this ancient evil, or will Hrafnskrake's fury consume all that stands before it path?

Der eisernen Ragnarök

The coming Eisenenes Ragnarok is a mythical forecast that speaks of a dreadful clash between the deities. A tide of annihilation will overwhelm Midgard, bringing about a downfall of the world.

Still, amidst this ruin, there lies a hint of rebirth. From the wreckage will emerge a haven, where strengthbut will triumph.

Die Wikingers Feuer

In den dunklen Nächten des Nordens, wo die Strömungen klingen, und das Sternenlicht über die Felder fällt, versammelten sich die Wikinger. Ihr Mut war legendär, doch auch ihre Verstorbenen waren außergewöhnlich. Eine der eindrucksvollsten Rituale, das Feuer der Verstorbenen, war ein sonderbares Ritual.

• Um das Feuer wurden die Lieder der gestorbenen Wikinger erzählt, um ihre Lebengeist zu ehren
• Gegenstände des Verstorbenen wurden auf das Feuer gelegt, als Schatz an die Götter.
• Die Flammen sollte den Weg zum Valhalla leuchten und den Abwesenden in das Lebensreich begleiten.

In der Nacht war die Frieden spürbar, doch auch war die Gedächtnis des verstorbenen stark und lebendig.

The Chant of Fjördhrimnir

In ancient times, when the heavens was yet new, Fjördhrimnir, the powerful frost giant, forged a melody of icy power. This hymn, known as Fjördhrimnir's Chant, held the spirit of winter, capable of freezing time itself. Lore has it that when sung beneath a frost-covered sky, Fjördhrimnir's Chant could bring forth blizzards of gargantuan ferocity.

• Whispers say the chant was vanished with the decline of the frost giants.
• Still claim it is preserved within a isolated fortress, reachable only to those brave enough to venture its treacherous depths.

Skaldsangar av Döden

En visare från forna värld, besjunger döden. En svart skaldabok som flödar genom åldran {ryggar. Dödshålets| Dödens andning|ljus. Sann skaldabok tar dig på en resa genom dödens. En ord berättar om mörkret {kraft.Där är en skaldens|andstets tolkning.

Människan som lyssnar Skaldsangar av Döden får en annan syn på livet.