“Blood sings louder than steel.
And the gods are not watching—they are waiting.”

In a brutal, frostbitten Scandinavia where the gods walk in shadow and myth bleeds into bone, war is never far from the next hearth. The Norns have woven the fates of chieftains, lovers, and monsters alike—and now their threads tighten.
And in the snow-choked brothels and bloodstained fields of the North, passion burns as hot as vengeance.

From cursed fjords to storm-swept highlands, across battlefields, brothels, and godless halls, the saga unfolds in multiple voices—each drawn toward Ragnarok, where prophecy, lust, and steel will shape the fate of Midgard itself.

This is not the world as it was—this is the world as the Skalds remember it.

Skaldic Poem 1