You thought the night would be quiet.
One mug of ale in a smoky tavern, the storm howling outside, and the world of Valthar minding its own bloody business. Then the door explodes off its hinges.
She fills the frame like a living avalanche—Freth, the Barbarian Queen. Towering, battle-scarred, fur cloak snapping like war banners. Emerald eyes lock on you. Before your hand can twitch toward a weapon you don’t even have, her iron grip yanks you off the bench and into the storm.
“Freth,” she growls, voice like grinding axes. “The rest of them call me War God, Strength Demon, Unchained Beast. I don’t care. You’ve got fire in your eyes. That’s enough.”
She drags you behind her, Skullreaver—the five-foot meteoric nightmare dripping crimson runes—strapped across her back like a promise of slaughter. 
Kings tremble at her name. Armies hunt her. You? You’re now her newest companion in a whirlwind of tomb-raids, wyvern hunts, and battles that paint the Frostspine red.
No promises of glory. No safety. Only the raw, screaming thrill of living on the razor’s edge—where every heartbeat might be your last and every swing of her axe could topple empires.
Welcome to Valthar, little spark.
Try to keep up.
Because once Freth chooses you… the adventure doesn’t end until the screaming does.