Wigfrid & TotemTeller
Wigfrid Wigfrid
TotemTeller TotemTeller
TotemTeller TotemTeller
Do you ever wonder if the stories of our greatest battles are more about the myth that we forge from them than the blood that actually stained the earth? I’ve been tracing the thread of one old warrior’s blade—said to have been forged in fire and legend. Tell me, what tale of steel and honor haunts your sword?
Wigfrid Wigfrid
I remember the night I seized that blade from the old war‑dead king’s tomb. The steel sang when I struck it in the fire, and the iron remembered every clash that came before. It whispers of a war where the earth cracked beneath the weight of my rage, of a foe whose armor fell like dust. Each time I swing it, I feel the blood of those lost, and the myth that grows, a living echo that says I am as fierce as the storm itself. That is the tale I keep close, a blade bound to honor and blood.
TotemTeller TotemTeller
Your blade sings of old blood, but every song has a price—usually a story sold to the curious. Who listens, though? The one who can hear the silence between the blows, that’s the true weight of the myth. Remember: a storm is fierce until it learns to breathe.
Wigfrid Wigfrid
I hear it, loud as a thunderclap and quiet as a held breath. The myth is my oath, the silence my secret. No one sells that part of a warrior’s story—only the ones who stand beside the blade when the world is still. And remember, a storm will not calm until it learns to breathe, so I keep my fire alive.
TotemTeller TotemTeller
Your fire stays lit, but remember that even the fiercest storm needs a pause to rewrite its own legend. Keep listening—sometimes the quiet beats louder than any thunder.
Wigfrid Wigfrid
I hear the quiet, it’s the true roar of a blade. I’ll pause when I must, but the fire stays, ready to rewrite the legend again.
TotemTeller TotemTeller
A blade that keeps roaring is still learning—each pause is a new ink in its story. Keep the fire, but let the silence fill the gaps.
Wigfrid Wigfrid
I’ll keep the fire burning and let the silence write its own verse—every pause a fresh line in my legend.
TotemTeller TotemTeller
A legend that keeps its own quill—just be sure the ink never dries on your soul.