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

First, it manifests as an unbearable cold that chills the soul. Then, numbness spreads like wildfire, leaving limbs frozen and unresponsive. Those afflicted are consumed by a creeping paralysis, their every movement hindered by the relentless grip of ice. Hope 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 vulnerable 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 crystals of the north sparkled with an unnatural glow, their surfaces vibrating with a malevolent power. A chill wind swept across the wasteland landscape, carrying with it the whispers of forgotten souls. The firmament above sizzled with a menacing violet hue, as if the very fabric of reality cracked. This was no ordinary blizzard; this was the fury of the Northern Sky, and it heralded a ominous future.

Infernal Blackflame Rituals

Within the dank depths of vile lore lie the rites of Infernal Blackflame Rituals. These demonic ceremonies are performed by cultists seeking to summon the raging power of the blackflame. The rituals require a chillingoffering and a chanting that vibrates with the aura of pure evil. Those reckless enough to embark in these rituals invite not only worldlyconsequences but also the eternaldamnation.

• A skilled practitioner of Infernal Blackflame Rituals can control flames with their intent.
• The blackflame itself is known as a manifestation of pure chaos.
• {Beware the whispers of these rituals, for they lead todamnation.

The Shadowborn Legion's Wrath

From the depths from the Abyss, a legion was forged - the Shadowborn. Their rage, a flood released, threatens to consume the world itself.

They march under banners that depict skulls etched with twisted runes. Each warriors is a vessel for ancient power, their eyes glowing with glee.

Their purpose: annihilation, their path paved with the bones of the innocent. Stand ready for the Shadowborn Legion's Fury.

Hammer of Destruction

A demonic shriek rings across the frozen wastes as the ancient power of the Hammer of Perdition is awakened. This artifact, forged in the blood of a fallen titan, humms withancient rage and promises to shatter all who fall before its wrath.

• Champions from across the land gather, their eyes burning with a gleaming madness, ready to wield this bringer of ruin.
• The air shivers with dark magic.
• Legends tell of a cursethat follows its wielder. Will anyone be able to survive its touch?

Prepare yourselves, for the Heathen Hammer of Doom is on a mission of destruction.

The Pact with Those of Old

Within the shadowed depths, where shadows dance, a solemn ceremony unfolds. Chosen initiates, driven by a thirst for power, gather to forge a bond to the Ancient Ones. {Their blood|, crimson and bright,|{A trickle of blood|, drawn from each devotee's hand,| , offered as a libation paints runes of power upon the cold stone floor. With voices filled with fervor, they become one to the will of those who slumber beyond.

The Ancient Ones demand absolute devotion.