In there, within the tower looming in the distance, a light flickers, a being stirs. Awakened from its slumber, the horrid creature shambles once more into view, staring down at the world. It's gaze is as cold and creeping as the frost forming upon the landscape, winter mere weeks away. Gripping a wicked staff in one hand, the black robed figure raises it high and opens its maw wide. Echoing across the land, sundering and sorrowful plays the song of his people... the undying howl of metal.
"Yes, believe it or not children I still haunt these lands. Shuddered awake by the call once more, I tear myself from the depths of the void to usher in more delicious blackness. In my soul-journ I have found much, too much to simply gaze upon once a week. No, this time I take you to the raging storm atop the mountain of madness and leave you to be assailed by all that I have found in the months prior. So, prepare yourself as the mighty frozen storm swirls around you and pelts you with the might of metal!" - The Mad Barron
Cracking open a tome, the black robed figure begins reciting words, and each time the storm grows, whether it be violent, cold, silent yet ominous, this monstrous force swells with fury and sound.
I call upon thee YGG and the Hymn of Nature!
I call upon thee Opeth, the Apostle In Triumph... the April Ethereal!
I call upon thee Eoront, The Sun of the Spirit and Wormwood!
I call upon thee Frozenwoods! Woods Go To Their Eternal Rest where One Hour Ago Where Night Was Longer... Beyond The Ashen Snowstorm.
I call upon thee Dreichmere where As Golden Dust we dwell!
I call upon thee Boréalys... Where The Waters Part.
I call upon Fires In The Distance as we gaze upon Reflections In The Ice.
I call upon four black winds: Abamath, Labyrinthian, Ramihrdus, and Tahazu. Ashes Of Forgiven Sins drift down upon us.
I call upon thee mighty, two headed Draconian! Rising with the Moon Over Sabaoth
I call upon thee old Fuath and the Blood of the ancients.
I call upon thee Yoth_Iria to speak the words: Sid Ed Djinn!
I call upon thee Misery, Doom, and The Deep where They Came From Visions summoning Terra Ultrix.
I call upon thee Beleriand howling In The Black Wind The Stars Shall Die.
I call to thee glorious Fellwarden oh beloved Pathmaker.
I call upon thee powerful Arx Atrata. The Traveler. The Broken Man.
I call upon thee Celtachor who wanders The Battle On The Shore.
And lastly, to enrage and empower this frigid tempest, I call upon thee Winterlore!
Bring the Blackened Northern Might! Bring the Winterlore and Spears Of The Dead!
"I have loosed upon that which I have collected and it shall not weaken for a great deal of time, not a storm such as this. Know that I still watch and loom, I wander and listen, even in times of silence and solitude I keep the fires burning, awaiting for when the call of metal stirs the air once more. May this swirling madness hold you unto the next time I stir..." lml
THE MAD BARRON
The Source Of The Metal