Lore
Omen is the shadow to Floki's light, the storm to its calm. No one knows how this dark hound came to be. Some believe Omen and Floki were forged together by the gods as eternal counterparts - one to inspire, one to test. Others whisper that Omen was once a Floki itself, corrupted by centuries of thankless devotion, its golden glow slowly bleeding into crimson as bitterness took root. Sightings are exceedingly rare, spoken of only in hushed tones around dying fires. The crimson lightning that courses through its frame is said to be forged from the essence of fallen adversaries, growing brighter with each victory. Most unsettling is the effect Omen has on those who draw near. Veras in its presence grow still and subdued, their vigor draining away as if siphoned by an unseen force. Even the fiercest Bjorn will lower its gaze and fall silent when Omen passes. Where there is Floki, Omen is never far behind, yet they rarely meet. When they do, it is said a legendary battle ensues, each clash so fierce that the land trembles and the sky splits open. Vikings believe these events mark turning points in history itself.
