In the land of Midgard, where towering mountains met tumultuous seas and ancient forests whispered secrets of old, there roamed a figure feared and revered in equal measure – the Wicked One, the undead Viking enforcer bound to the will of Myrkul, the God of Death.
Once, the Wicked One had been a fearsome warrior, a chieftain of unmatched ferocity who led his clan to victory upon blood-soaked battlefields. But in a moment of treachery and betrayal, he fell at the hands of his enemies, his life snuffed out like a candle in the wind.
Yet, death was not the end for the Wicked One, for Myrkul had plans for him. A deal was struck and allegiance was sworn to Myrkul and the Undead Lords. Raised from the grave by the dark magics of the God of Death, the Wicked One was reborn as an undead warrior, his flesh rotting and his bones gnarled, but his spirit unbroken and hate smoldering.
Now, clad in armor of blackened steel and wielding a wicked axe forged in the depths of the underworld, the Wicked One strode across the land, his eyes burning with an unholy fire as he carved a path of destruction in his wake.
With each swing of his axe and each roar of his undead horde, the Wicked One brought terror to the hearts of all who dared stand in his way. Villages burned at his command, kingdoms crumbled beneath his relentless onslaught, and those who dared to oppose him met a fate worse than death – for death held no sway over one already damned to eternal undeath.
But amid the chaos and carnage, there were whispers of rebellion, whispers that spoke of a band of heroes who dared to defy the will of Myrkul and challenge the tyranny of the Wicked One.
Led by a dreadful warrior named Terror, the band of heroes embarked on a quest to gather allies and forge alliances, to stand against the light that threatened to engulf their world.
And so, as the Wicked One’s armies marched ever onward, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake, the stage was set for a final confrontation – a battle that would decide the fate of Midgard and the destiny of all who dwelled within its borders.
But whether the forces of darkness could engulf the light that loomed so ominously on the horizon, only time would tell. For in the land of Midgard, where shadows and light clash for control, Wicked had a plan to engulf the whole realm in shadows which would spread to the other realms.