The blizzards of the Frozen Wastes are feared 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 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.

Wrath of the Northern Sky

The crystals of the north sparkled with an unnatural light, their sides fluttering with a malevolent energy. A icy wind rushed across the wasteland landscape, carrying with it the shrieks of ancient souls. The heavens above crackled click here with a menacing purple hue, as if the very fabric of reality fractured. This was no ordinary storm; this was the fury of the Northern Sky, and it heralded a shadowy future.

Blackened Blackflame Rituals

Within the shadowy depths of ancient lore lie the secrets of Infernal Blackflame Rituals. These demonic ceremonies are conducted by cultists seeking to summon the unholy power of the blackflame. The rituals demand a chillingoblation and a chanting that resonates with the spirit of pure destruction. Those bold enough to venture in these rituals risk not only worldlyretribution but also the eternaldamnation.

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

The Shadowborn Legion's Wrath

From the depths of the Abyss, a legion came into being - the Shadowborn. Their rage, a flood unleashed, threatens to obliterate the world completely.

They march under banners of skulls and twisted runes. Each member is a vessel for ancient power, their eyes glowing with glee.

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

Heathen Hammer of Doom

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

• Warriors from across the land gather, their eyes burning with a lust for power, ready to wield this weapon of destruction.
• The air crackles with unholy power.
• Legends tell of a cursethat will consume them all. Will anyone be able to survive its touch?

Brace for impact, for the Hammer of Perdition is comingfor you.

The Pact with Those of Old

Within the ancient halls, where whispers echo, a solemn ceremony unfolds. Faithful disciples, 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,|The life essence paints runes of power upon the ground hallowed by time. Beneath a sky choked with stars, they become one to the will of the entities of ages past.

For once you have pledged your soul to these powers.