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 burrowing 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. 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.

Fury of the Northern Sky

The stones of the north shimmered with an unnatural glow, their fronts vibrating with a malevolent force. A icy wind swept across the wasteland landscape, carrying with it the whispers of lost souls. The firmament above crackled with a menacing indigo hue, as if the very fabric of reality cracked. This was no ordinary storm; this was the fury of the Northern Sky, and it heralded a dark future.

Blackened Blackflame Rituals

Within the shadowy depths of forgotten lore lie the secrets of Infernal Blackflame Rituals. These demonic ceremonies are performed by individuals that to harness the unholy power of the blackflame. The rituals demand a chillingoblation and a prayer that resonates with the aura of pure destruction. Those who dare to venture in these rituals court not only worldlyretribution but also the eternalperdition.

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

Shadowborn Legion's Fury

From the depths of the Abyss, a legion emerged rock musik - the Shadowborn. Their rage, a torrent released, threatens to consume the world in its entirety.

They march under banners that depict skulls or twisted runes. Each soldier is a vessel for unholy power, their eyes glowing with glee.

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

Doom's Heathen Hammer

A summoning cry rings across the frozen wastes as the unholy power of the Hammer of Perdition is awakened. This artifact, forged in the blood of a fallen god, humms withdark energy and promises to crumble all who stand against its might.

• Warriors from across the land gather, their eyes burning with a fanatical hunger, ready to wield this bringer of ruin.
• The air crackles with unholy power.
• Rumors tell of a cursethat follows its wielder. Will anyone be able to survive its touch?

Stand back in fear, for the Doom's Heathen Hammer is comingfor you.

An Oath Sworn to the Elders

Within the ancient halls, where shadows dance, a solemn contract is sealed. Chosen initiates, driven by divine whispers, gather to forge a bond to the Eldritch Beings. {Their blood|, crimson and bright,|{A trickle of blood|, drawn from each devotee's hand,|The life essence paints runes of power upon the ground hallowed by time. With voices filled with fervor, they become one to the will of the entities of ages past.

For once you have pledged your soul to these powers.