Runestone

A runestone is a type of structure in Valheim.
== Description ==
Runestones are large rocks with red runes written on them, containing lore and useful tips regarding certain creatures. Animals also spawn close to "their" stone. For example, the boar stone will have boars wandering close by.
== Vegvisir ==
Vegvisir are special runestones that uncover boss locations and mark the closest location of the relevant boss on the player's world map. When playing with "nomap" enabled, vegvisirs orient the camera towards the location. Each biome has a different area in which you can find a vegvisir.
* Meadows (Eikthyr) - a vegvisir is located on the stone formations surrounding the spawn location.
* Black Forest (Elder) - a vegvisir may be found sometimes in Burial Chambers or next to ruined towers. 
* Swamp (Bonemass) - a vegvisir may be found sometimes in Sunken Crypts or next to ruined towers. 
* Mountain (Moder) - a vegvisir may be found sometimes in Frost Caves or next to ruined towers. 
* Plains (Yagluth) - a vegvisir may be found sometimes near a Fuling Village or next to a stonehenge-type rock formation. 
* Mistlands (The Queen) - a vegvisir may be found sometimes in Infested Mines.
: These magical stones were scattered throughout the lands by Odin as signposts pointing toward the ritual grounds of the Forsaken. --Hugin
:Notes
:- Bosses can be summoned even if their altars haven't been identified with vegvisirs
:- A vegvisir will only reveal the closest boss spawn location from itself, irrespective of whether such location is already marked on the map. If the map location of the closest boss spawn is already known, no new spawn will be revealed.
== Altar runestones ==
Each boss has its own special runestone located at or near its specific Forsaken altar. These runestones contain hints for what players should do at the altar to summon the respective boss.
== List of Runestones ==
Description 	Biome 	Notes
Where the grass grows underfoot
And the sky is blue overhead
There will always be a hearth and a home 	Meadows 	
Long ages past, when the Allfather Odin united the worlds, he threw down the Vanir, the giants and those creatures older than any others. The greatest of them could not be killed but were instead Forsaken, exiled here to Valheim for eternity.
When they tread the earth, the lesser creatures jump like crumbs on a drumskin. You will know them when you see them. 	Meadows 	
Give thanks to Frey for the rain and sun
For the shoots that break the earth's skin
And the fruits of the vine
Give thanks to Odin for the flesh and bone
The smoke from the cooking fire, the warm pelt
And the strength of your arm 	Meadows 	
Hold, traveller, and bear witness to my warning. We are many who have come before you, carried here by Odin's will to do his work. The path ahead is hard and the dangers great. If you hold your life dear, keep to these meadows and make your dwelling away from the trees. Fear the Horned One and spare his kin. 	Meadows 	
Heed these words of Ulf, a poor settler in a strange lane. You will find here good stone and wood, all you need to build a house. You will need to craft a roof to keep out the rain. Then you will need walls to stop the roof from falling down. Finally, you must have a door or it will be much harder to go in and out.
These things Ulf has learned for himself. Now he writes them on this stone to help others. Pray to Odin for his soul.	Meadows 	Ulf
I was Astrid, a shieldmaiden of the forest. I know nothing of my life before I came here but my arm remembers the sword and my eyes see the course of the arrow.
Now the raven guides me and I fight the great beasts in Odin's name. 	Meadows 	
Sisters and brothers of the shield-wall, lift up your hearts! You are the greatest warriors, chosen by the Allfather himself for your courage and valor. Now death has brought you to a land where you can remake yourselves in battle and toil, winning favor and honor from the gods! Leave your memories to rot in Midgard along with your sins, the finest part of you is here! 	Meadows 	
On this spot a tree fell on my head and I cursed the gods. So I leave this stone in praise of them, that they might forgive my reckless words. 	Meadows 	
Pause, traveler. You are well come to the last and most lawless of the Ten Worlds. In Valheim, the air is pure, the water deep and clear and the forests overflowing with bounty. Here is adventure, joy and glory for the taking! 	Meadows 	
A full belly
A full sail
The weight of a spear to your hand
And a song on your lips
Let all the mountains crumble
And the seas boil to salt
One day in the sun is a life well-lived 	Meadows 	
This land is hard and wild but we who are brought here are harder still. Take comfort, traveller, in the gifts before you, the good wood and stone, the fruits and flowers of the forest.
Look also to the wild boar who roam these lands. They fear fire and the hand of man but they can be taught to obey it. Go quietly to them and let them eat of your stock. Roots of the ground are their pleasure.	Meadows 	Boar
Blue-eyes shufflers in muck, the neck are small lizards native to Valheim. Surly and mean-spirited, they will attack on sight and must be destroyed like vermin. They stay near water because the creatures of the land loathe and abhor them.Yet no creature is all bad. Their tails are delicious. 	Meadows 	Neck
Beware the deep trees, beware the true dark. When the night comes, keep close to your fire. 	Black Forest	
Beneath the ground, the roots of the forest twine together on a great loom. Pluck one thread and the whole weave will move. Chop down one tree and all the wood will know. Make yourself known to the One Who Walks, and he will seek you out. 	Black Forest	
I was Harald, a man from the coast. I remember nothing more of my life in Midgard except that I was a warrior. In my dreams I see the faces of those I killed. I leave this stone that at least my name will remain. 	Black Forest	
Rest awhile and remember Ulf, who carved this stone with his own hand but could think of nothing to say. 	Black Forest	
Beware the Old One. The ravens say that in ages past he was a shoot of great Yggdrasil itself and a force of wisdom in the days when men and trees were friends. Now he scorns the axe and sets himself against the works of the Gods themselves. Odin banished him here for his pride but his roots are deep. 	Black Forest	The Elder
We who were carried here by the Valkyrie are not the first men in this land. I have seen with my own eyes the halls they made beneath the ground and the ruins of their cities. Will the same fate await us? 	Black Forest	
Seven were the creatures banished to this world by mighty Odin in the first days of his kingship. Seven gods and monsters too proud to bear his yoke. I have heard the tread of the Old Ones in the forest and have crouched in the shadow of the Mountain Mother when she flies. Of the others I know little. I will add to this stone when I have seen more. 	Black Forest	
The trolls of Midgard may be fading from your memory, as indeed they are from all the race of man. Few and forlorn, they crouch in damp caves and gnaw on the bones of the weak and foolhardy. The will of Odin has pushed them back into the dark places.
But in Valheim they have flourished. It has been centuries since any in Midgard saw the great trolls stamp flat the land and bring down the trees for joy. Look upon this great and noble sight, wanderers in a strange land! Then take to your heels and run...	Black Forest	Troll
Raised by the Old Man of the Forest from seeds of sin, the greydwarfs clothe themselves in the human forms they once knew, but there is no longer any warmth in their hearts. They live now only to serve the Elder and to protect the wood. Do not let pity for them stay your hand. 	Black Forest	Greydwarf
Which among you was a murderer, a kin-slayer, a renegade? Who turned a blade in their brother's back? Who tore babes from their mothers' arms, set fire to the houses of the plundered? Consider it a blessing that you remember nothing. Each among you is a great warrior, and warriors' souls are never clean.
But Odin has gifted you a second chance... Praise the Allfather! 	Black Forest	
Look to the sky where mighty Yggdrasil reaches out, called by the Forsaken Ones to join itself once more with this wayward world. It is a glorious sight but a dreadful one. For as the great tree bends out across the void, its branches strain and crack, felt in the remaining nine worlds as quakings of the earth, great storms and holy fires. The Forsaken must be slain and balance restored.	Black Forest	
Astrid will not look at me twice. I leave this stone to honour great Freya. O goddess, grant me a beard like Bjorn's that I might win her heart! 	Black Forest	
I have been reborn many times in this world. I have died again and again only to awaken in my own house. Yet still I wonder how many more times I will return like this. Frida was taken by a serpent and her bed lies empty still. Bjarni was bitten in half by a troll and neither half has been seen since...
All around are the ruins of those who came before us but where are the hands that built them?
Perhaps, when a warrior loses the will to remain here, they can no longer return...	Black Forest	
Let all who read me beware of the Greydwarfs, the skulkers in darkness, the soulless ones. They are born from rot and rainfall, they spring like mushrooms from the smoking soil. There is nothing on their tongues or behind their eyes, those who fear nothing should still fear them.
When the soul of a murderer or a great sinner rots under the ground, it makes a hollow cyst which draws rock and wood and moss to it. It gathers up the peat into flesh, braids reeds into bone and takes rags for skin.
It should not walk but when the night comes it walks. Should you who read this see one with a sword to your hand, lance it and let it out. Or put it to the torch, for it fears the flame.	Black Forest	Greydwarf
Heed the words of poor Ulf and do not build your house beside the murky waters. Bad dreams and a soggy bed are all you will find. I leave this stone as a warning and go now to make my dwelling on higher ground. 	Swamp 	Ulf
Linger not, traveller. The air is pestilent and the water poison. The Draugr walk here and the thing I will not name stirs below the surface, a bitter mass of bone and sin. Tread carefully and quickly until you feel the sun on your face once more. 	Swamp 	Draugr, Bonemass
In this gloomy region you may yet find something which shines. War-flesh, warrior's gold, bread of the forge... Bright iron is here for those who will take it! 	Swamp 	Scrap iron
You who pass, remember me. I am a man whose home was once in the mountains of Midgard, carried here when I thought to earn my rest, to find a life after life in Valheim. There were seven of us before the Greydwarfs came. Now Odin will not hear me and the seas refuse me. Soon this stone will be all that remains. 	Swamp 	
Beware the surtlings, embers of a great fire long ago stamped to ashes. They are drawn to the swamp in numbers but their lights can be seen from afar. Keep to the high ground. 	Swamp 	Surtling
In centuries past, the Draugr walked these lands just as you do now. Pity them, caught between the living and the dead in a shadow of the world they once knew. To destroy them is a mercy. 	Swamp 	Draugr
Below the mist and murk
Bone speaks to bone
Remembering flesh. 	Swamp 	
For long ages, Odin's eye was turned from Valheim. Yet while the gods ignored it, other creatures crept or fell through cracks into the forgotten world. Trolls, goblins and men found their way along these secret paths. Kingdoms rose and fell, and are buried deep beneath the ground.
Walker among the dead, you tread a grave with every step. 	Swamp 	
At this place I killed seven of the draugr and ended their long years of fighting and misery. Now who will end mine? 	Swamp 	
I am Gudrun, no man's wife, no father's daughter. Only my name remains to me. But sometimes when I wake I feel the weight of a babe at my breast and I cry. Great Freya take pity on me. 	Swamp 	
Fear not that the gods have abandoned you. Valheim drifts from the world tree and the Vanir cannot come in arms to this world but still they watch from afar. Keep them ever in your mind. If your faith is strong, they may send you a sign. 	Swamp 	
There is no death that does not bring new life. As worms feed on the battlefield, so did the great corpses of Odin's enemies bring new life to Valheim. Lesser creatures fed on their flesh, fattening themselves on the ancient magic that still clung to them. Their spirits trickled into the earth to renew the soil, or sought out new bodies for themselves.
Do not scorn the dead, you who are dead yourself.	Swamp 	
Long ages ago, the world of Valheim was home to a race of proud and noble people. They built great towers that touched the clouds and delved deep into the earth for precious metals. But their pride was their undoing. They challenged the very gods and went to war against the Aesir and the Vanir, destroying themselves completely. Great Odin levelled their cities and Loki consumed their mines in fire. Mighty Thor broke down their towers and Freya sowed their fields with salt tears.
Now they are sunk many hundreds of years deep. No songs sing of their stories, and the earth has claimed their cities. But pride cannot be killed entirely and the warriors who fought in that final battle will not surrender until their bodies are dust and the dust long gone. They return as Draugr, unholy walkers in ancient armour, creatures of rust and despair.
Break them, bury them, let them know they are dead.	Swamp 	Draugr
Let you who read me know of the Surtlings, that you might not fall prey to their wickedness.
Long ago the great demon Surtr was brought down and destroyed by the First Men, giant warriors of whom you are but a dwindling echo. They smote long upon the body of this Surtr with swords and hammers so that his fiery substance was shattered into many small pieces.
He who was made of the fire was fire in every part of him. You could not say ‘Here is the brain of Surtr’ or ‘Here is Surtr’s liver’ because every part was Surtr. So all the fragments of him were Surtr still, only much weaker in power and in thought and in memory, with no way to become whole once again.
Now we call these fragments Surtlings and when they are found they should be stamped out like the last embers of a fire or doused with water to choke off their flames at the root. They will throw fire from afar and joy in causing terror and destruction. Even in his scattered dotage, the demon seeks revenge on the children of the First Men.	Swamp 	Surtling
Rest, wanderer, and consider the wraiths.
We know that when a warrior dies, their soul cracks open and seeps into the earth around them, thereby to nourish new life and strengthen those who follow after.
Yet if a warrior should die with no great deeds to their name, their soul will be too thin and airy. It will flow upwards instead, like smoke from a hearth. These wisps of souls sometimes catch in the branches of trees long enough to form wraiths, wretched shadows with nothing but bitterness and jealousy to drive them. Blown about the land in despair, they remain only to prey on those who are still living.
Should you see one, kill it and count it a mercy.	Swamp 	Wraith
Few of us found our way to these mountains. We were twenty and now we are two. Agda is dying, a Draugr arrow lies near her heart. I will bid her farewell beside this stone and give her ashes to the wind. Then I will turn my face to the highest peak and seek out the Winged One. May Odin give me death or glory. 	Mountain 	
This marks the spot where the great drake was first seen by me, Ulf, in the third summer of my life in Valheim. She stopped here to leave a pile of dung holding the bones of deer, boar and the skull of a greydwarf. I will never come near this place again. 	Mountain 	Moder
Halt and listen, traveller. On the highest peaks of Valheim, the air is thin and fragile. From here you can sometimes catch sounds from other places, the ring of battle on Midgard, the roar of a feast in Valhalla or the shriek of a Valkyrie as she crosses the space between the worlds. 	Mountain 	
Where this stands I once saw the great drake flying above me and I hid in a bush until she passed. Ulf the Brave carved this stone. 	Mountain 	Moder
Let those who read me know not to tarry on these slopes, far from their hearth and the safety of the greenwood. The beasts of the mountains are fell and fierce, hungry for meat, and the worst of these beasts is the cold wind itself. Wear thick furs, build strong fires and be sure not to disturb the eggs of the great drake if you value your life. 	Mountain 	
Great cities do not rise of themselves
Harden your heart, settler in a strange land
Build from the ground upwards 	Mountain 	
This stone was placed by me, Astrid, in my seventh year in Valheim. At this spot, the Allfather spoke to me. I awoke from a deep sleep to find his words scattered around me on the ground, frozen to pebbles by the deep cold. When I warmed them in my hands they thawed and spoke his message to me, one word after another.
Slay the Forsaken. Chain their heads. I will come. 	Mountain 	
When first I awoke in Valheim, I pleaded with Odin to show himself to me. Where was he? Why had he abandoned me?
For many moons I braved storms and fierce beasts in search of answers. Where were the gods? Was this to be my reward? Where was Odin?
But now I know. When I pulled up the greydwarfs like weeds from a field or stamped out the surtlings like embers, I did Odin's work. And when I matched my strength against a great wyrm and smote off its head with one blow, I felt Odin's joy within me, deep and proud.
We are Odin's hands, each one of us, and our worth in life is to work his will.	Mountain 	
Upon this spot, Otho and Bjorn fought a mighty duel to decide who has the finest beard. Now I, Bjorn, must carve this stone to say that the beard of Otho is as bright and beautiful as a corn-field in summer. May almighty Thor tear my own beard from my face if I lie. 	Mountain 	
In Midgard of old, the armies of man pushed back the drakes from the mountains just as the Vanir threw down their mother and cast her into Valheim. But here they have recovered their strength and their numbers. The beat of their mighty wings echoes among the peaks.
They are fierce and noble creatures, true foes worthy of battle. If they scorn to meet your blade, send your arrows to greet them.	Mountain 	Drake
In these mountains I cannot throw a spear without hitting something that wants to kill me. But from the heights I have seen sunny plains where life will be easier. I go now to make my home there. These are the words of Ulf. 	Mountain 	Ulf
There are friends in Valheim but you must seek them amongst your enemies. Old friends, fire-kin, moon-singers. For centuries they have hunted alongside you, now you must remind them of the old covenant between your people and theirs. Flesh is their delight and must be your offering. 	Mountain 	Wolf
Watch for him in moonlight
Haunter of the night.
Soft of foot
Sharp of tooth
Slow to stalk
Quick to bite. 	Mountain 	Fenring
The depths of the cave promised me riches.
Down, turns out, is easier than up.
The lake helped best it could, but it could only do so much.
It took me strength not to empty it completely, to leave you weary traveller a chance just as I had.
I hope you came here more prepared than I.
If not, there is room here next to me, to just lay down and.. rest. 	Mountain 	Found inside
Frost Cave
This cliff I climbed in in hopes of reaching the top.
Regretfully the cave was too deep.
...
Back here again considering the jump.
Alas, the coward I am is climbing back down. 	Mountain 	Found inside
Frost Cave
Let you who read me be aware of the Frost wyrms, one of the most ancient kins sprung from Ymir's body.
The most common form of the wyrm are the Drakes, the small males that cares for the offspring. Most often they can be seen poised by rocky nests guarding the eggs. In contrast, the females are much larger and a rare sight to behold, but once angered they provide a vicious foe. 	Mountain 	Drake
Where no rain falls
And no crops will grow
Still the ground can give up treasures. 	Plains 	
This place was too hot for Ulf, a man used to brushing snow from his beard. He carved this stone and moved on. 	Plains 	Ulf
Still your mind, traveller. Odin speaks to those who listen. Here in this barren land, one of the Forsaken Ones dwells. He is an ancient sorcerer twisted by bitterness, dragging what remains of his broken body across the sands. Surely Odin will smile upon the warrior who can vanquish this abhorrence. 	Plains 	Yagluth
In a land far from here I once saw a star come unfastened from the great curtain of night and fall into the sand. It glowed red when I approached but by morning was cool. Blessed sword-flesh, furnace-food, a gift of strong metal from the Gods! 	Plains 	Glowing metal
Good friend, lay your hand on this stone and remember Harald, who carved it. In Midgard I lost my life on the battlefield but in Valheim it was restored to me. Yet still my battles continued.
In the green meadows I fought Eikthyr the Great Stag and lost an eye to his horns.
In the deep woods I gave my shield hand to the Old Man of the Forest, and took a draugr arrow below my ribs that my fingers can still feel.
On the mountainside I fought the Mother Drake and she bit off my leg at the knee so that I must walk always with a staff.
Now my last battle must be at hand. When I sleep this time, where will I wake?"	Plains 	
In my dream, Odin came to me as an old man leaning on a stick, a wide-brimmed traveller’s hat on his head. He told me to trust the ravens who carry his words under their tongues and to carve this stone that others might know his will. We must kill the Forsaken to find our places in his hall at Valhalla. 	Plains 	Hugin
Beneath the ground are the halls of men and women long since gone, ancient tribes who lived in Valheim even before the Allfather turned his eye upon this place. Delve deep to find their treasures but beware, some amongst them do not yet know they are dead. 	Plains 	
From the mountaintop, this plain looked peaceful and pleasant. But I have found it worse than anywhere else. I always hear the buzzing of those thrice-damned insects. My beard has turned as white as snow. I will build a boat. 	Plains 	Deathsquito
What joy it is to roam abroad
With the wind in your hair
And a blue sky before you.
And what joy it is
To stand tall against your foes
And speak plainly to the world.
And then, what joy it is
To come home from your travels
And find the fire still bright in the hearth. 	Plains 	
On these plains, only the greatest survive to read my words and heed my advice. So heed me now.
Great Odin is not a loving father, kind and gentle, speaking honeyed words. Nor is he a stern liege-lord, arms banded with gold, commanding his thralls on pain of death.
He did not send you here to fight his foes for love or fear of him, but because his foes are your foes. His joy and honour are yours also. You will fight and win just as he once did.
Sons and daughters of Odin, rejoice!	Plains 	
Here on the plains you will find the dwellings of the Fuling, that ancient race who once built towers and cities to rival those of men until Odin punished them for their pride. He trampled the Fuling armies, their armor cracking like snail shells beneath his feet, and tore down their cities.
Only Yagluth, the great sorcerer, would not bend or break before his fury. So Odin tore his body in half and cast the remains into Valheim, where he bled into the earth and crumbled to dust, wept over by the last of his people.
Now the Fuling rule over the plains of Valheim, savage and wild with only hatred and fear in their hearts. But Yagluth is with them still, an unseen force that the Fuling shamans draw upon for their crooked magic, growing again in strength as his people spread across the world...	Plains 	Yagluth, Fuling
The lox are mighty creatures, great earth-shakers who roamed the plains of Valheim long before the Forsaken were banished to this realm. They are quick to anger and will crush any who are foolish enough to approach them unguarded, but they have known the hand of man and can be taught to love it again. 	Plains 	Lox
Know, traveler, that while you cannot die in the world of Valheim, yet you can cease to be reborn. Many are those who have come before you to work the will of Odin, only to find their own will failing... 	Plains 	
Where the air is thick with magic and the earth is quick with life,
The mist breeds wonders. 	Mistlands 	
Wanderers in fog,
Where do you go?
Not knowing what you were,
Nor seeing where you go. 	Mistlands 	
Here lie the Jotunn, most ancient of all Odin's kin and fiercest of all his adversaries. In life they were bringers of ruin but now, in death, they nurture new growth.
What is living must die, and what is dead must be born again. 	Mistlands 	
Trust nothing in the mist. I passed through here in a group of seven people but every time we stopped to count, we counted eight. We do not know who the eighth was, but by morning they were gone. 	Mistlands 	
The raven showed me how to make a staff that set my beard on fire. I will meddle no more with such things.
Weary of mist and magic, Ulf carved this stone. Now I go to find a less troublesome place. 	Mistlands 	Ulf
Heed the words of Ulf and do not take the hats of the short ones from their heads. They have no sense of a jest and the only cure for insulting them is to kill them. Also, their hats do not fit common heads. 	Mistlands 	DvergerUlf
The Dvergr are the descendants of the great smiths of old, delvers in the deep earth, seekers of hidden treasure.
Here in Valheim they mine the bones of Jotunn and distill eitr, the stuff of magic. If left alone they are happy with their own plans and care little for the lives of others, but when raised they will defend themselves. 	Mistlands 	Dverger
I have not been happy for more than a day in any place since I came here but this place is the worst of all. Most things are on fire and the fishing is not good. These are the words of Ulf. 	Ashlands 	Ulf
In the forests of the far North, our scouts came across a sleeping boy, sitting naked in the deep snow with his back to a tree. They wrapped him in furs and brought him back to the king, asleep all the while with only his eyelids moving.
We named him the Winter Child and we took him to be a good omen. May the gods have mercy on fools. 	Ashlands 	Sleeping child
When the King of the Emerald Flame flew south to visit the wizard king of the Fulings, his own thegns rose against him and torched the palace with the Winter Child inside. All of us wjo were alive at that time heard the shriek that sounded for the nine days of the fire and echoed in the city's streets for many weeks longer.
Those were the last goood days any of us knew, before the return of our king.	Ashlands 	Sleeping child
The pure fire of a grand drake has the power to give life and quicken the dead earth. Once, they blessed the land and seas with their cleansing flame, bringing new life wherever they passed.
But for those who are burned by a drake's fire, the blessing is a curse. They are killed and quickened at the same time, caught forever between death and life. Such are the unfortunate souls who wander this ruined land, with flames for flesh and agony in every moment. They cannot be destroyed, only pitied.	Ashlands 	
I have watched many warriors throw themselves against the beast again and again, losing a little of their will each time until their beds lie empty. If this is my fate, so be it. These are the words of Björn, who was once a farmer 	Ashlands 	Björn
It was known throughout the land that the two would often sit together as if in talk, the king coiled about the sleeping child with his face close, straining to catch any murmured words.
Nobody knew what passed between them but all saw the change in the king. Justice flared into the wrath and caution deepened into fear. Laws were passed that musk be broken and each time the lawbreakers were punished more harshly.
Tyranny came in a spiral, like a great storm.	Ashlands 	Sleeping child
Know, child unborn, that this was once the greatest kingdom in all Valheim. Here lived the Sons and Daughters of the King of the Emerald Flame. Beneath his wing, we knew strength and security. In his sight, we grew like green shoots.
Now we set this stone among rubble and turn out backs on the land of our birth.
Maybe future ages take warning from us. 	Ashlands 	
I am Astrid of the Long Arm. I came here after much hardship to fight the beast and break the curse that keeps me here. The raven has returned a memory tome and it will not let me rest. I will die as many times as I need to die to see my son again. 	Ashlands 	Astrid of the Long Arm
If the tales are true, the gods long ago abandoned this world. The King of the Emerald Flame was the closest to a god we knew but our prayers to him have turned to ashes in our mouths.
This is the last of our stronghold and in the morning we will die defending it. We offer no more prayers and wish only for clean, free deaths, unburned by the flame. 	Ashlands 	
The stones tell of a great tragedy in this land, many centuries ago. It is hard to believe the creature who stalks this ruined city was once a noble beast and a wise king. Yet we will not stay our hands on this account. When we kill him, we will count it a mercy. 	Ashlands 	
When the king saw the charred remains of his great hall, he swore to show his foes a fire far greater than the little spark they had kindled. With his breath, he razed out city to the ground and then brought war to all the land. Some of the people stayed faithful to the king but many sought to quench his fury.
Brothers fought against brothers, sisters against sisters. The Kingdom of the Emerald Flame tore itself apart. Now only these charred ruins remain, within which not even the death can find rest.	Ashlands 	
War is a fire
And men are fuel.
When the heart-blaze kindles
Their bodies are dry wood. 	Ashlands 	
It is folly for the free folk to say they need no gods. Nobody needs gods and the gods need no one. They owe nothing to men.
But still the wise will seek the powerful as vines will seek a mighty tree to climb. We give our swords to the King of the Emeralds Flame because without him there is only death. 	Ashlands 	
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