The blizzards of the Frozen Wastes are infamous 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 seeping into the very core of its victims.

First, it manifests as an unbearable cold that chills the bones. Then, numbness spreads like wildfire, leaving deutscher metal limbs frozen and unresponsive. Those afflicted are consumed by a creeping paralysis, their every movement restricted 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 gems of the north sparkled with an unnatural light, their fronts pulsating with a malevolent power. A icy wind whistled across the wasteland landscape, carrying with it the whispers of lost souls. The heavens above flashed with a menacing purple hue, as if the very fabric of reality fractured. This was no ordinary storm; this was the wrath of the Northern Sky, and it heralded a shadowy future.

Blackened Blackflame Rituals

Within the hidden depths of forgotten lore lie the traditions of Infernal Blackflame Rituals. These dark ceremonies are conducted by cultists seeking to harness the fiery power of the blackflame. The rituals involve a chillingoblation and a incantation that resonates with the spirit of pure darkness. Those reckless enough to engage in these rituals risk not only worldlyconsequences but also the eternaldamnation.

• An adept practitioner of Infernal Blackflame Rituals can command flames with their mind.
• The blackflame itself is said to be.
• {Beware the whispers of these rituals, for they lead to ruin.

Fury of the Shadowborn Legion

From the depths of the Abyss, a legion was forged - the Shadowborn. Their rage, a torrent expelled, threatens to consume the world completely.

They march beneath banners of skulls and twisted runes. Each warriors is a vessel for unholy power, their eyes glowing with hunger.

Their purpose: ruin, their path paved with the corpses of the helpless. Prepare for the Shadowborn Legion's Fury.

Doom's Heathen Hammer

A call to arms rings across the frozen wastes as the primal power of the Doom's Heathen Hammer is revealed. This artifact, forged in the soul of a fallen god, humms withancient rage and promises to shatter all who fall before its wrath.

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

Prepare yourselves, for the Heathen Hammer of Doom is here to reclaim its power.

An Oath Sworn to the Elders

Within the shadowed depths, where whispers echo, a solemn contract is sealed. Daring souls, driven by ambition's lure, gather to forge a bond to the Forgotten Gods. {Their blood|, crimson and bright,|{A trickle of blood|, drawn from each devotee's hand,| , offered as a libation paints sacred symbols upon the altar of obsidian. With voices filled with fervor, they become one to the will of the Great Old Ones.

The Ancient Ones demand absolute devotion.