The Legacy of Drakkenvind
Long before the lands were carved by axe and fire, before the gods turned their gaze away from mortals, there was only the wild — untamed and shrouded in storms. Drakkenvind rose not from thrones or temples, but from the clash of ambition and chaos. It was a whisper in the wind, a fire in the blood, a promise etched into the bones of the earth: that those brave enough to challenge fate would shape it.
In the time of the first clans, warriors battled not for gold, but for honor sung through the ages. The great trials began as rites of passage — long treks through frostbitten peaks, duels under storm-blackened skies, and voyages across seas haunted by wyrms. Drakkenvind was the name given to the storm that followed them — a sacred force of wind and wrath, believed to choose only the worthy. Those who survived its test returned changed... marked by destiny.
As centuries passed and kingdoms rose from ash, the spirit of the trials was nearly lost. Greedy jarls sought to tame the chaos, forging alliances with sorcerers and blood-priests to bend fate to their will. The sacred paths became battlegrounds of corruption, and the gods fell silent. But from the shadows of shattered runestones, a new age began to stir. Wanderers, seers, and exiles heard the call. The storm had returned. Drakkenvind breathed once more.
You are born into this era of reckoning. The blood of ancient warriors burns in your veins. You’ve trained in silence, studied lost languages of runes, and sharpened your soul as well as your blade. Now, as the realms tremble and long-forgotten beasts rise from beneath the mountains, you step into the storm. Not for coin. Not for kings. But to etch your name into the saga of all sagas.
Drakkenvind is no mere tale — it is a living legend, where every battle scars the land, and every decision echoes into the future. Whether you wield axe or spell, travel alone or lead your clan, your path will shape the fate of Midgard. You will cross cursed tundras, delve into the ruins of the world-that-was, and stand before gods made of shadow and flame. This is your test. Your saga. Your rise or ruin.
So draw your weapon, speak your oath, and face the wind. The legacy of Drakkenvind is not given — it is taken by those bold enough to embrace the storm. Will your name be carved into the stones of memory, or lost to the howling dark?
