It is said among the Scyldings that within the deep lonely crags of their southland, lies an ethereal demon of smoke and sorrow. It stalked the travelers who dared to venture among the steep cliffs, snatching them with its thin claws and consuming their souls. This cunning creature made itself known in cautious whispers throughout the land as the leader of shadowy barghest demons. Brazen men from all throughout, full of striking potential, and favored by Fate in the countless past battles they had braved, had been quickly slain by this beast. Hence, the demon, with its looming wolf-like shadow, became known as “Deorgæmihg, the