Beneath a blood-red sky Now naught is left of all he was But his spirit cannot die
Down from the mountain our mother comes Her weeping tears will fall like rain Her voice will call us home again
That tread upon our tomb One thousand bones without their meat Will drag you to your doom
Lord over those who dwell at his feet His roots will grow where cities once stood Their blood his wine, their flesh his meat
They crack the rocks and bring down mountains His hooves are the sound of thunder His voice a howling gale
You wake with the war-cry on your lips…
As you wheel and dive in the cold air, a great shape soars up past you to block the sun. In the darkness, it speaks. Seek me.
In the green meadows I fought Eikthyr the Great Stag and lost an eye to his horns.
In the deep woods I gave my shield hand to the Old Man of the Forest, and took a draugr arrow below my ribs that my fingers can still feel.
On the mountainside I fought the Mother Drake and she bit off my leg at the knee so that I must walk always with a staff.
Now my last battle must be at hand. When I sleep this time, where will I wake?
Haunter of the night.
Soft of foot
Sharp of tooth
Slow to stalk
Quick to bite.
When the soul of a murderer or a great sinner rots under the ground, it makes a hollow cyst which draws rock and wood and moss to it. It gathers up the peat into flesh, braids reeds into bone and takes rags for skin. It should not walk but when the night comes it walks. Should you who read this see one with a sword to your hand, lance it and let it out. Or put it to the torch, for it fears the flame.
The megaliths surrounding you are the Sacrificial Stones. They represent the Forsaken, which you must slay in order to ascend to Valhalla.
For centuries, this world slumbered uneasily. But it did not die... As glacial ages passed, kingdoms rose and fell out of sight of the gods.
When Odin heard his enemies were growing once again in strength, he looked to Midgard and sent his Valkyries to scour the battlefields for the greatest of their warriors. Dead to the world, they would be born again...
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