When the Zijkräter fell from the sky eons ago, he crashed into the land of Pudinvaag and immediately was confronted by the giant Dragon God, Kupalo.

Kupalo is born from an ancient dragon and contains the spiritual essence of pure sex and power. It is constantly breathing forth the rawk!

Monoclonius is interesting creature, because much of him is unknown. We know his ancestors were in-prisoned by the great Kupalo. We also know he straight up rawks!

The ghostly spirit of the Duizend Eiken swamp is forever encapsulated within the Swamp Ash body of this deadly guitar.

Drakhetu, the ember-dragon, was chained into wood and string. Drakhetu does not just emit music, it awakens dark fire and molten steel.

The King Reaper rose from the shadowed groves of Pudinvaag, where death itself bound its spirit into the guitar’s ghostly sea green & black-burst body.

Forged in the heart of Pudinvaag’s enchanted forest, Dymitralis is no mere guitar; it is a vessel of the forest’s mythos.

Forged in volcanic fire, the Red Gremlin screams in molten solos, its shriek slicing the air like flame through oil.

Sailors of Pudinvaag whisper that The Blue Gremlin was born from a ritual drowned by the sea, its Blue Marine Sparkle body carrying the voice of the abyss.

Forged from ice and avalanche, her riffs are thrones, her icy chords silence fire and sea, commanding death itself with regal, sovereign winter might.

Forever wandering the grand caverns of Coppepizza Goldtonika and was formed from the molten liquid rivers of gold and silver himself.

Zerathus is a storm-forged guitar woven of lightning and wind. Guided by the forest-born Dymitralis, tempered by the fire of Drakhetu, and forever hunted by the silence of the King Reaper, Zerathus stands as the voice of the skies…

Valpearl rose from shattered columns of ancient Taag, its olive-pearl glow echoing the memory of kings buried in ruin.

Born from the eternal frost, Cryovar is a glacial beast. Twin to Rhaemos, it carries Kupalo’s flame within its frozen heart.

Birthed from the iced lands in San Luis Obispo, Rhaemos bleeds crimson tinged rawk from every pore.

Sir Moonryn, knightly relic of Kupalo, was forged from the silver rain of a starry night. A  blade of starlight forged from the heavens.

The voice of the forest, friend to all, wrath to any who break the balance.

The Gold Eclipse Majesty is silent… until Valthor breathes within it.

The Artisan, lifeless yet pure, reflects only the Great Holder’s will—its smooth, golden-crystal tone humbling even the living guitars.