Beyond the veil of death lies a meadhall for those who retain the zeal of life. It is a place of fellowship without fear of pain or the creep of age, where all those who died with honor go to celebrate with their ancestors. The hall is filled with endless feasting tables, bottomless barrels of ale, and weapons of divine craft laid aside for all who enter. Beyond its golden doors are countless scores of souls in revelry and playful banter. Battles rage in joy, while combatants fall to each other’s might. And when the battles end their souls rise again to feast, boast stories of valor, and to celebrate the glory of their victories and defeats. They fight wars between each meal with soldiers that never tire and tankards that never dry.

At the head of the massive feast sits a golden warchief with name unknown to those who have yet to enter the hall. Some believe it may be Luminos preparing the children of Adrasil to reclaim the world from the dark. Others believe that the figure is the first warchief of men, whose prowess was so great that they rose to become something divine. Either way, warbands, battle hordes, and legions of soldiers across time have called to the Halls of Val-Noran before charging to their deaths in the hopes that the great warchief would look favorably upon their courage. A glorious death is worth far more than a peaceful life to these few. And the doors of that great hall will only open to those who are worthy.


Saga of the old gods

The Pantheon