Mountain Runestones

Lore: Fenring

Watch for him in moonlight

Haunter of the night.

Soft of foot

Sharp of tooth

Slow to stalk

Quick to bite.

Runestone 2

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 Oden give me death or glory.

Runestone 3

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.

Runestone 4

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.

Runestone 5

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.

Runestone 6

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 keep your bow close at hand.

Runestone 7

Great cities do not rise of themselves

Harden your heart, settler in a strange land

Build from the ground upwards

Runestone 8

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.

Runestone 9

When first I awoke in Valheim, I pleaded with Oden 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 Oden?

But now I know. When I pulled up the greydwarfs like weeds from a field or stamped out the surtlings like embers, I did Oden's work. And when I matched my strength against a great wyrm and smote off its head with one blow, I felt Oden's joy within me, deep and proud.

We are Oden's hands, each one of us, and our worth in life is to work his will.

Runestone 10

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.

Runestone 11

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.

Runestone 12

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.

Runestone 13

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.

By biome