Hammerfall

How long can a cause remain just, when painted in the blood of innocence? They named her the Starhammer once. Hero to some, monster to many more. First into the breach at the Shattering, anointed in the blood of a thousand demons. The last of the legendary Valkyr. But the Starhammer is dead. Or so all the stories tell. Amidst the soaring trees and haunted slopes of the Primals, Selitha relies on the forest to provide, and cares for her family. Nothing is more precious to her than her daughter. It is a simple life. It is a peaceful life. It is a lie. When bandits raid the Primals, burning towns and stealing children from their beds, Selitha has no choice but to lend her axe to the rescue. Volcanic giants spew ash into the sky, demonic bears claw the forest to splinters, and there are even rumours the kin, half-men half-beasts, serve the raiders. All the Terrors of the old world stand against her. With a severed head as guide, to rescue the children, Selitha may need to bring the Starhammer back from the dead. But will it be the hero who rises from the grave, or the monster?