RHUNE

In the snowy, icy fields of the North, entire tribes of barbarians &ndash, disease-bound servants of the Thrall Lords &ndash, amass, mustering for Ragnarö,k. Their ears tuned to whispers sane men cannot hear, these horrid foes wait only for the guttural command of their masters. Further south, the dead gather among the ruins of pulverized cities, growing stronger in shadows of the Ghoul Stone, the necromantic bridge between Midgard and Neinferth. All the while, the good people of the South stand divided against their aggressors &ndash, the City-States of Vallinar embracing technology as a means to win Ragnarö,k, while the æ,lves and their allies battle to eradicate every trace of it. All the while, the daily tick of the Ragnarö,k Clock marks the passing of another season, bringing every branch of Yggdrasil closer to Ragnarö,k &ndash, the final battle. The long-awaited ,Rhune