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Gilgareth

π•²π–Žπ–‘π–Œπ–†π–—π–Šπ–™π– π–Žπ–˜ 𝖆 π•―π–šπ–“π–Œπ–Šπ–”π–“ π•Ύπ–žπ–“π–™π– π–‰π–šπ–” π–‰π–Šπ–‰π–Žπ–ˆπ–†π–™π–Šπ–‰ 𝖙𝖔 π–™π–π–Š 𝖔𝖑𝖉 π–‰π–†π–žπ–˜.
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About Gilgareth

A long time ago, when they were fifth graders, two friends embarked on epic adventures. Their battlegrounds were the sprawling dungeons of a tabletop game known as β€ΊHero Questβ€Ή. However, their desire for adventure soon went far beyond the confining walls of these corridors. The two friends delved deeper into the mystical realms of Aventuria, the world of popular German pen-and-paper role-playing game β€ΊDas Schwarze Augeβ€Ή (or β€ΊDSAβ€Ή for short). Back then, everything seemed much simpler: armed with a few sheets of paper, a handful of dice, and boundless imagination, the friends forged their own heroic tales. But the mists of distant memories have crept over those days when magic was still alive.

Who are these friends? Well, they are us, of course. Many years have passed since then, which we have spent studying synthesizers, visual arts and arcane philosophy. The bond of friendship still exists today, as does our yearning for adventure. But instead of looking back, we decided to look forward. Thus, π•²π–Žπ–‘π–Œπ–†π–—π–Šπ–™π– was born, breathing new life into our cherished nostalgia. Reunited and determined, we return to the heart of Aventuria's Middenrealm. Our sound is deeply rooted in the dark, fertile soil of Black Metal and Dungeon Synth, paying tribute and respect to the tradition. Yet we are not content to dwell solely in the echoes of yore. While we remain dedicated to the old ways, we also strive to develop a distinct and original sound in venturing forth into realms uncharted. Our aim is to bring an innovative, futuristic twist to a genre we love.

And here we are, masters of dungeons and synthesizers. Magic vibrates in our music, an alchemy of memories and imagination, melding past and possibility. May the Twelve Gods guide your paths, adventurers, as you set out on this quest with us!

Tales & Lore
Β»π•·π–Žπ–ˆπ–π–™π–‡π–”π–™π–Šπ–“Β« (β„Œπ”’π”―π”žπ”©π”‘π”° 𝔬𝔣 𝔏𝔦𝔀π”₯𝔱) 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔴!
Dec 12, 2024

Adventurers! Ladies and gentlemen! Fine folk and steadfast friends! Hear ye, hear ye!

Our album Β»LichtbotenΒ« (Heralds of Light) doth unfurl a new chapter, taking ye to the very edge of reality. Though written with the utmost integrity and clarity of purpose, the truths herein may clash with the orthodox teachings of the Holy Bannstrahl. In some parts of the Aventurian Realms they may even be considered heresy. Be ye ever wary and hold open your eyes, no matter the course! May the Twelve Gods, in their infinite wisdom and grace, bless ye and guide your paths!

Postscriptum: A tape-bound version of Β»LichtbotenΒ« shall be revealed in the month of March next year, under common banners with the venerable house Dale of Shadows.

π•°π–ˆπ–π–”π–Šπ–˜ 𝖔𝖋 π•¬π–’π–•π–œπ–†π–‘π–‘
Oct 01, 2024

Once, the lands now called the Shadowed Realms were alive with the arts, where bards, skalds and minstrels roamed freely, their songs echoing through every village and vale. But a great darkness fell, transforming those realms forever: lords, consumed by greed, seized power and laid a heavy toll upon all who gave melodies to the world. Where once the bards, free of spirit, wandered the lands with hearts alight and songs unbound, they now moved like shadows of their former selves. Yet one day, a young bard heard rumors of a city beyond the distant mountains. A place where neither king nor lord ruled over the song, but where all who carried the gift of music were as one and every note was given freely, shared like starlight in the night.
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With hearts heavy, yet kindled by the faint spark of hope, the bards gathered their instruments and set forth upon the long and perilous road. Upon their backs, they bore not only their harps and lutes, but the weight of their people's dreams. The road was arduous, the heat unrelenting, but the melodies within them led the way. And as they drew nearer to the promised place, their steps grew lighter and their songs shone brighter.
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At last, they arrived β€” not before grand palaces or banners of kings, but an open square surrounded by ancient trees. Mighty bonfires blazed, casting their light upon all who gathered. Every singer was kin, and naught but the song mattered. And so it was, beneath the endless skies of Aventuria, their voices, once stifled by the shadow of tyranny, soared again, unchained and free, wild as the winds.
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This tale is shared with a wink, but Ampwall is a truly idealistic, independent project run by passionate people. We’re honored to be part of this community. Thanks to Chris and everyone involved!

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