As a grand rumble moved through the lands of Ulfrheim, a darkness crept it's way into the once peaceful world all had known. With the opening of the portal to Helvalla, ancient magic began to spill into the lands, threatening to taint us all. The Banshee Queen could feel an awakening within her. She threw her head back, wailing out a cry to her fellow warriors, her sisters, requesting their aid in what she deemed to be war. The Valkyra descended from atop of Fenrir's Incisor and moved into the lower lands. It was there that she could smell the plague of Nightfall beginning it's spread.



The Warchief's eyes of burning cinders cast upon you and your fellow sistren's forms. Breathing in deeply, she let out her banshee shriek. "Sisters! The time has come to cleanse these lands of all vermin. We must protect Ulfrheim from the darkness at any and all means!" Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she continued on. "Seek out this abominable filth and purge it."