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The sky rumbles deeply, knowing him,
As the thunder calls out “Valhir!”
A memory of ancient and faded glory,
Beckon from ages past, ever near.

The ground trembles deeply, awaiting him,
The wind howls, carrying the reek of iron,
And earth, starved for centuries, shall soon drink,
The rains of war another time.

Vorrijaard calls you!
And the wild heart within,
By tooth, and with claw, will return!
When Vorrijaard needs you,
To answer the call,
Rise now! Together we stand tall!

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To those who still revere him, the Volibear is the storm made manifest. Destructive, wild, and stubbornly resolute, he existed before mortals walked the Freljord’s tundra, and is fiercely protective of the lands that he and his demi-god kin created. Cultivating a deep hatred of civilization and the weakness it brought with it, he now fights to return to the old ways-when the land was untamed, and blood spilled freely-and eagerly battles all who oppose him, with tooth, claw, and thundering domination.

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