Below the Thundering skies, among gusts of snowy winds, old Gods are summoned to secret rites as the mystics carve symbols of protection into bone and wood. Witches draped in heavy furs walk among the tall trees to the shores of crashing waves to receive their prophecy! In the distance the drums roar among the cries of strings, the Moon is rising, and the time has come to join the Seiðr!