This ancient tome is bound in thick, dark-blue leather. Its edges are reinforced with silvery steel inlays resembling intertwined rivers. The front features a hammered symbol of two dragon heads circling a wheel of stars.
Opening Inscription (Ancient Nordic Script): "The fates of Floki and Valkur, intertwined yet opposed, are written not in stone but in the ever-changing tides of the cosmos. May those who read these words tread carefully, for the gods are but reflections of mortal desire and despair."
Excerpt 1: Floki’s Chance
"In the northernmost peaks of Norska, where even the boldest dare not tread, Floki wandered as a seeker of whim and fate. He was no warrior like his brother but a wanderer, guided by chance alone. When he found the glacial font, its waters nearly claimed his life. Yet in his surrender to the unknown, the divine spoke. He rose, not as a mortal but as the God of Chance, his every step henceforth a roll of the cosmic dice."
A serene depiction of Floki kneeling at a glacial font, bathed in ethereal light.
Excerpt 2: Valkur’s Vainglory
"Valkur, ever driven by ambition, sought dominion over all he surveyed. His wrath burned bright, his hunger unending. When the twin dragons, Fujin and Raijin, banished him to the Plane of Khaos, his fate was sealed. There, Skorn, the embodiment of fury, found him and whispered promises of godhood. Valkur accepted, and so was born the God of War and Ruin, a force of relentless conquest and chaos."
Valkur standing before Skorn on a throne of skulls in the Plane of Khaos, his hands raised to accept fiery damnation.
Excerpt 3: A Rift Apart
"Though brothers by blood, Floki and Valkur represent two sides of the same coin. Floki, the wild wind, the unexpected boon. Valkur, the storm, the inevitable destruction. Mortals find themselves torn between their influences, as every battle is both a test of strength and a gamble of fate."
The cosmic wheel of stars, with two dragons—one of chance, one of fury—chasing each other endlessly.
Epilogue: The Call of Khaos
"The severed bond may yet be mended, but not without cost. Blood must answer blood, or the dice shall fall to ruin."
"When the winds of chance meet the wrath of war, the world shall tremble, and one shall falter."