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https://www.artstation.com/artwork/vb... "Valhalla Calling - Viking Metal Version" and "Valhalla Calling (War Chant Version)" by Miracle of Sound:    • VALHALLA CALLING: Viking Metal Versio...      • VALHALLA CALLING by Miracle Of Sound ...      / @miracleofsound   https://open.spotify.com/album/2lIe3f... https://miracleofsound.bandcamp.com/   / miracleofsound   Born in the frigid mountains of the northern kingdom of Oldegard, Ragnvaldr, the jarl of his clan, was as unrelenting and barbaric as he could be fatherly and wise, his will rivalling that of the old gods and the merciless blizzards of the north. He was taught swordsmanship and marksmanship as a child by his father and mother, that a jarl was to be prepared to protect his or her clan and kingdom with all he or she had. During his childhood, his clan captured a bestial wolf pup, also known as a wolf without a moon, female, on her own in the winter. Unsure of what to do with her, as she wasn’t attacking them, merely snarling when they got close, the jarls kept her at the gates of their town on a leash. If nothing else, her appearance could scare potential raiders. Glancing into one another’s eyes, it was as if a connection had begun to form between Ragnvaldr and the bestial pup. Day by day, their bond grew until Ragnvaldr’s parents were convinced that letting the pup out of her leash wouldn’t bring harm to anyone. Ragnvaldr named her Myrbrur, Moonless. Thus, one respite from the harsh north that Ragnvaldr could enjoy were his loved ones, his friend and companion in battle Moonless, his loving family, his wife Hilde and his son Bjorn. However, the winters became longer and the summers shorter, resulting in a great hunger in the north. Ragnvaldr with Moonless and his ulfhedhnar travelled across the ocean to the west for food, alongside a few of his fellow jarls and their warriors in their own ships. only to discover the dark continent of Vinland. An uncivilized land full of supernatural beasts and energies, some benevolent, others malevolent. Many of the ulfhedhnar lost their minds to the malevolent forces, thus Ragnvaldr decided to make the hunting trip quick, hunting whatever supernatural animal he and his remaining warriors could. One jarl discovered an ancient artefact, a cube of sorts, in an ancient ruined city deep within malevolent energies. Though Ragnvaldr opposed the idea of taking the artefact back, unfortunately, he wasn’t the konungr nor the heir of Oldegard, he couldn’t order other jarls. Ragnvaldr could tell that nothing good would come of taking that accursed artefact. A couple of moons later, Ragnvaldr returned from a few days-long hunting trip on Moonless to find his clan destroyed. One of the warriors, battered and blood-soaked on the ground, who was barely holding on, mentioned an unusual man lead the raid, Le’Garde. Golden locks of a fair maiden, the well-rounded gorgeous face of both a man and a woman, and the symbol of the knights of the midnight sun on his armour, and on the shields of his knights. “He… Wanted… That artef-…” was the last thing the warrior stuttered out before perishing. Hastily checking on his family, Ragnvaldr found both his wife and son dead, along with a few dead midnight sun knights, no doubt killed by his wife. He fell on his knees before them, on his hands, and silently mourned, with only Moonless there to comfort him. Noting the shields with the symbol of the midnight sun, he knew what he wanted to do. Grabbing his enchanted axe with the symbol of his people’s god of storms and thunder, he rode on Moonless to the kingdom where the midnight sun knights were forming, Rondon. No matter how long it took, no matter who or what tried to stand in his way, he would find Le’Garde and avenge his clan. He would deliver justice, and pluck the strings of his own destiny.