Michael Verkonis, a great-grandson to Odin himself, spent the preceding years forging alliances. He served as a Sage to the Society of Deus, earning favor with those in power. When the "bleeders," as they became known, threatened his people, Sage Verkonis called upon his allies to aid his people.

Damien Vryce, Primus of the Society of Deus, lent his aid. He provided the magics necessary to awaken Verkonis' great-grandfather and the other leaders. His magic opened the portals to transport them to the frozen wilderness of North America. There, the Wolves of the North took it upon themselves to police the Trods. They would defend their new home against the same nightmares which had taken their old one.

Dischordia caught a glimpse of the chthonic, primordial horror of the Nightmare Lands. Aitu, the Crimson Weaver, spread a plague of nightmares, which threatened Dischordia. It spread first from the Wolves of the North, when they sent infected couriers to warn the other domains. The plague infected peasants and nobles, alike, turning them into indescribable tentacled horrors. It threatened to devastate the populations of Dischordia.

The priests of the New Faith, present in many domains, did what they could to heal the plague. After many months of nightmares, they came to court prepared with a solution. They crafted Dream catchers, combining New Faith rituals and Appalachian gems. They were a tangible symbol of hope to combat the fear spread by the plague. Though effective, they were little better than band-aids. The two domains formed a partnership to mass-produce the Dream catchers. Together, they brought the plague under control, saving Dischordia from horrors of nightmare. However, empowered by raw belief, even the slightest doubt would cause them to fail.

In atonement of their part in the spread of the plague, and owing to their fearsome reputation as warriors, the Wolves were eager for battle against the Nightmare Lands. Odin himself led the Wolves to war, and Floki Aesin slew the traitorous Greyheart in single combat. Odin’s godlike resilience proved to be a detriment to his soldiers, however, who were not as impervious to damage when he led them into the thick of battle. After many of his men fell in the assault against of Sargon of Akkad, Odin departed the mortal realm to wander in meditation. Michael Verkonis took charge of the domain in his absence. Feeling that his domain needed a stronger leader, he merged the Wolves with their allies among the Society of Deus to form the Ordo Trismegistus. In protest, the Imperial Smith, Valravn, broke his oaths to the Wolves and joined Appalachia.

When the call to war went out, Odin awoke from the Odinsleep, and the Wolves of the North fell in line. They had waited long enough, and were eager for battle against their enemies. They marched to battle in silent unison, with crows devouring all in their wake. The Wolves faced the armies of Sargon of Akkad. As Odin and Sargon fought, each shrugged off blows that could shatter mountains. Yet Odin's soldiers lacked his godlike resilience. When he led them into the thick of battle, many of his men fell in the assault.

Lord Devil Anse Hatfield of Appalachia, faced the spectral Queen Amytis. Even the the Spectre's corpus was no match for the Redcap's jaws. One taste was all he needed, and Devil Anse would sniff her out from across the battlefield. His relentless pursuit exhausted even the rage of the Spectre of Despair, until she fell to his teeth.

Bartholomew Roberts, Warlord of Bermuda and Aranta-Shadur, inspired his soldiers into battle. He, the Herald of Poseidon faced Mangora, the Drowned Mage of Mu. Bart's armies appeared from the shadows, and the oceans themselves fought at his side. Nothing slowed the archmage. Mangora's wounds healed faster than Bart could inflicted them. Reality twisted at Mangora's whim. Raw magical power overwhelmed the Bermudan lord, encasing him in an metallic prison.

The countryside was alternately incinerated and frozen with magic. The Praenomen, mysterious domain lord of Archive, faced Shokar, the Immolator of Pompeii. The Praenomen, the most magically adept of Balor's generals, called ice down upon his foe. Shokar summoned the fires of his own rage. The magics they wielded destroyed swaths of the battlefield, and armies with it. Neither could best the other. Yet, Shokar surrendered, hoping the Praenomen's icy magic could cool his tormenting flames. Shokar was returned to Dischordia in cold iron chains.

Dischordia had defeated the Crimson Weaver, and his generals had fallen or fled. The Dischordian armies returned to their kingdom, bloody but victorious. They knew, however, that they could not defeat the nightmares forever. They would thrive in this era of fear and darkness, and Dischordia could only weather the storm.

Many of the Wolves opposed the merger with Deus. Yet they could not act against it without violating their Oaths of Fealty. Their fears were realized as nobles of the Society of Deus made many enemies. Their actions entangled the Wolves by association.

Heimdall was the first to foresee Odin's return. Word of his return reached Verkonis, and gripped him with awe, disbelief, and fear. As Odin rode down from the sky on Sleipnir, all present fell to one knee as he passed. He approached his throne, where Verkonis sat. and ended him with a single lightning-quick blow to the heart with his spear. He did not give Verkonis the chance to utter a single word. The Wolves knew their time as subordinates was over, and set to their rebellion with a wave of Odin’s hand.

High Pontiff Bistri of Empyrean Dysambigua saw an opportunity to expand his power and hold over the combined faith of Dischordia. As the Wolves claimed their independence, Bistri sent emissaries offering hands of friendship. He invited Odin to merge his pantheon with that of the Faithful.

Uzumati, Alpha of the Sept of Black Sun, saw such efforts as an act of subjugation rather than benevolence. He warned the the Wolves that Bistri only sought spread his own power. Refusing to allow Bistri to oppress another wyld domain, Uzumati broke his oaths. He fought alongside the Wolves in their rebellion. Uzumati rekindled an alliance with the Wolves, and aided in their independence. Floki extended a hand of friendship to Uzumati, and the Sept of Black Sun joined with the Wolves.

Uzumati had earned the ire of King Bistri and King Pascal, as well as the lords of the Ordo Trismegistus. Bistri would not allow such insults to go unanswered. He declared the Wolves of the North to be enemies of Empyrean Dysambigua. He demanded Uzumati’s corpse as a trophy, and Odin’s remaining eye. Losing the Sept of the Black Sun to Odin and the Wolves displeased Pascal. Pascal had aided Uzumati in the past, and Uzumati had revealed himself to be an Oath breaker. Disappointed, yet resolute, Pascal closed his borders to his former allies. The Imperial Divide became contentious territory between two intractable enemies.

The Wolves rallied against Aether with the most powerful warriors and shed their blood on the front lines. Plagued by nightmares to one side and the Abyss on the other, the Wolves stood at the grim maw of destruction and laughed in its face. The Grove of the Ancients withstood direct attacks for years and emerged full of life and vigor. The energy of the wyld was too much for Aether to bear. Odin made a pact with Fafnir to continue protection of the grove so long as Fafnir protected the North. Under Fafnir's guidance, the Grove grew and expanded. Many abyssal enemies fell to his poison breath, and Fafnir's power grew. Travelers came from far and wide to revere one of the few remaining dragons. And he humbly accepted their blessings. Through many battles Fafnir and Odin would fight along side. Odin was no longer a power of destruction to all. His focus had returned. All the while the grove grew larger, ever more influential, ever more potent. It became a bastion of the north. A place the Abyss could not tread.

Two of their nobles, Floki and Tzeentch, found themselves often at odds. Their constant personal bickering led to a duel, and Tzeentch withdrew from court.

Emelion Kalderash of Empyrean Dysambigua caused further difficulties. Facing his own internal enemies in his domain, Emelion and his vassals fled to the Wolves for safety. Their betrayal drew greater ire from their former domain. The schism deepened between the Wolves and Empyrean.

Among the Wolves' most alarming difficulties was the resurgence of the Nightmare Plague. Unexpectedly, the Crimson Weaver swore fealty to Balor. In that instant, the Nightmare Lands became a domain of Dischordia. Floki built his army in anticipation of war with their oldest enemies.

Floki was eager for battle. He had spent the past year honing his leadership and building his army. He hoped to reclaim the Wolves' Nordic and Germanic homeland. As many other domains focused on Carpathia, Floki was certain his claims would remain undivided.

Floki's first battle in the Netherlands established a beachhead against Germany. Yet his victory was costly. Lazarean forces captured his oldest vassal, the Nameless Baron.

Yet Floki showed little interest in rescuing his baron. Instead, he pressed the attack into Hamburg. His callous disregard for his vassal sowed seeds of distrust among his other officers. Despite their second victory against the enemy, their morale was deeply damaged.

Extending his campaign into Berlin, Floki encountered strong resistance. Survivors from his previous battles had regrouped and fortified Berlin. Traps laid along the way harried his troops and diminished their lust for battle. When they arrived, explosives unleashed cold-iron shrapnel into Floki's army. Many of his Fae soldiers were unwoven, and Floki was wounded. Captured and shackled in cold iron, Floki was a prisoner of war for its duration.

As Europe reeled from Dischordia's devastating attack, Aether seized their chance to cripple both. Cities which had fallen to darkness during the War of Aether bled shadows like an open wound. Abyssal armies swarmed from these tears in reality. Shadow-eaten vampires, spectres, and demons laid waste to surrounding territories. The Aether fought without regard for their own destruction, and inflicted considerable damage.

Dark tentacles moved through the Grove of Ancients. Teleporting between shadows, they moved too swiftly for defenders to match. The mighty dragon, Fafnir, was outnumbered and could not prevent the tragedy that lay in store for him. Though he tried to fight the dark shadows, his dragon’s breath did little and his claws even less. From his own shadow sprung shards of blackened ice, lancing his belly where his armor was weakest. As he tried to take flight, the abyssal arms entwined his limbs, thwarting his flight. They held him down as more of the spears of ice stabbed at his heart until he collapsed, weakened and bleeding. A man, appearing only as shadow, drew his sword and cut Fafnir’s heart from his chest. The grove began withering. Only Garistata’s connection with the land preserved the spirits enough to allow it to live. They chose her as their new guardian.

Following the disastrous conclusion to the war, which saw Floki captured and his army routed in Berlin, the Wolves of the North suffered further setback as a result of the Treaty. Without Floki, the Wolves had no courtly nobles present to negotiate terms of the Treaty on their behalf. As a result, the Treaty called upon them to relinquish Floki's conquest of Amsterdam and Hamburg. Though the treaty called for the return of all prisoners of war, Floki did not survive his incarceration. Imprisoned in the heart of a banal kingdom, Floki succumbed to the cold-iron shrapnel embedded in his wounds.