Wolf and Raven

The wind howls over the fjords, carrying the scent of salt and pine. The sky, streaked with crimson and gold, watches over the blood-soaked earth. The clash of steel and the cries of warriors have become a song sung too often in these lands. Two clans, bound by fate yet divided by blood, carve their legacy into the bones of Midgard.

You stand upon this battlefield, a soul entwined with the war between the Raven and the Wolf.

The Clan of the Raven, sworn to Odin, claims wisdom and fate as their guiding stars. They see war as a path to enlightenment, their seers whispering of visions where the Allfather himself ordains their rule. They are cunning as the trickster Loki, striking from the shadows with precision and guile. To them, the battlefield is not just a place of slaughter, but a game of strategy where the wise endure and the foolish perish.

The Clan of the Wolf, devoted to Fenrir, embraces the raw force of battle, believing only the strongest deserve to rule. Their warriors fight with unbridled fury, howling their war cries as they charge into the fray. They do not fear death; they welcome it, knowing that only through conquest can they carve their names into eternity. The weak exist only to be devoured, for the Wolf does not share his kill.

The gods watch with amusement as the clans spill each other’s blood, but fate has other plans. An ancient prophecy has surfaced, whispered among shieldmaidens and skalds alike: When the Raven and the Wolf meet under the eclipse, the fate of the gods shall be decided.

And now the time draws near. The sun wanes, and the moon prepares to swallow its light. The leaders of both clans seek warriors, spies, and champions to secure their victory before the prophesied day arrives. Will you pledge your sword to the cunning Raven, seeking wisdom in battle? Or will you run with the savage Wolf, carving your path through fire and steel?

The war drums thunder in the distance. The gods watch. The ravens circle. The wolves prowl.

And fate calls your name.