أحجار الرون في Plains

حجر الرون 1

Where no rain falls

And no crops will grow

Still the ground can give up treasures.

حجر الرون 2

This place was too hot for Ulf, a man used to brushing snow from his beard. He carved this stone and moved on.

حجر الرون 3

Still your mind, traveller. Oden 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 Oden will smile upon the warrior who can vanquish this abhorrence.

حجر الرون 4

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!

حجر الرون 5

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?

حجر الرون 6

In my dream, Oden 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.

حجر الرون 7

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.

حجر الرون 8

From the mountaintop, this plains 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.

حجر الرون 9

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.

حجر الرون 10

On these plains, only the greatest survive to read my words and heed my advice. So heed me now.

Great Oden 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 Oden, rejoice!

حجر الرون 11

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 Oden punished them for their pride. He trampled the Fuling armies, their armour 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 Oden 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...

حجر الرون 12

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.

حجر الرون 13

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 Oden, only to find their own will failing...

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