The blizzards of the Frozen Wastes are legendary for their unforgiving chill. But even in these desolate landscapes, there exists a more insidious threat: Eternal Frostbite. This malady strikes with chilling swiftness, its icy tendrils penetrating into the very core of its victims.

First, it manifests as an unbearable cold that chills the heart. Then, numbness spreads like wildfire, leaving limbs frozen and unresponsive. Those afflicted are consumed by a creeping paralysis, their every movement hampered by the relentless grip of ice. Survival fades with each passing hour as the frostbite claims its victims, leaving behind only icy husks.

Even seasoned adventurers, shrouded in thick furs and wielding potent magic, are exposed to this unforgiving curse. Eternal Frostbite is a constant reminder of the harsh realities of the Frozen Wastes, a grim testament to the power of nature's icy wrath.

Rage of the Northern Sky

The gems of the north gleamed with an unnatural light, their sides vibrating with a malevolent energy. A icy wind rushed across the frozen landscape, carrying with it the whispers of forgotten souls. The heavens above sizzled with a menacing violet hue, as if the very fabric of reality cracked. This was no ordinary gale; this was the rage of the Northern Sky, and it heralded a dark future.

Damned Blackflame Rituals

Within the shadowy depths of vile lore lie the traditions of Infernal Blackflame Rituals. These demonic ceremonies are conducted by cultists seeking to command the raging power of the blackflame. The rituals demand a chillingoblation and a chanting that resonates with the aura of pure darkness. Those reckless enough to engage in these rituals risk not only worldlypunishments but also the eternalcurse.

• A knowledgeable practitioner of Infernal Blackflame Rituals can command flames with their willpower.
• The blackflame itself is said to be.
• {Bewarethe promises of these rituals, for they lead to ruin.

Fury of the Shadowborn Legion

From the depths of the Abyss, a legion came into being - the Shadowborn. Their rage, a deluge unleashed, threatens to obliterate the world in its entirety.

They march amidst banners of skulls etched with twisted runes. Each soldier is a vessel for malevolent power, their eyes glowing with malice.

Their purpose: ruin, their path paved with the corpses of the unfortunate. Brace yourselves for the Shadowborn Legion's Fury.

Doom's Heathen Hammer

A call to arms rings across the frozen wastes as the unholy power of the Hammer of Perdition is revealed. This artifact, forged in the blood of a fallen titan, humms withdark energy and promises to crumble all who dare to oppose it.

• Warriors from across the land gather, their eyes burning with a gleaming madness, ready to wield this instrument of chaos.
• The air crackles with dark magic.
• Legends tell of a cursethat will consume them all. Will anyone be able to survive its touch?

Brace for impact, for the Heathen Hammer of Doom is comingfor you.

An Oath Sworn to the Elders

Within the shadowed depths, where silence reigns, a solemn rites are performed. Chosen initiates, driven by divine whispers, gather to pledge their allegiance to the Ancient Ones. {Their blood|, crimson and bright,|{A trickle of blood|, drawn from each devotee's hand,| , offered as a libation paints sacred symbols upon the ground hallowed by time. As they utter their vows, they bind themselves to the will of the Great Old Ones.

Beware, for this oath is not easily broken.