Tag: Ansuz

Lore In the frost-bitten halls and blood-feud assemblies of Saṃsāra, peace is not won through soft words, but through binding law and sacred oath. The vitkir of the high moots forged the Truce-Weaver’s Silver Torque for heralds, arbiters, and skalds sent to break deadlocks between clashing clans. Placed around the throat of an envoy, the…