Before the Hastveric warlords arrived in the north in 940, there were an ancient race of men who lived simple lives, and were thereafter driven from their homes, or killed. In the time between the death of the very gods themselves, the collapse of Hastver, and the rise of Vorenia, their kind had all perished from this world.
And then after Hastver, after it collapsed and Vorenia rose to power, claiming these barren lands for herself and raising undead to rekindle it's people,

The Shard is a mysterious force, and it was created carelessly. It's power has forever changed the nature of the north, and strange happenings have occurred as a result of it's influence.
As a result; these ancient men from a time before history were awoken from their grave, not as undead monstrosities, but as living, breathing flesh; Walking again. Perhaps it was the permafrost which locked their corpses in eternal vigor that allowed this miraculous rebirth; regardless, what is done... cannot be undone.

Who knows how many of their kin now wander the snowy wastes, disoriented, confused, aimless. Old terrain now seems frighteningly new, the people they encounter, however seldom, speak in strange tongues and have strange facial features, carrying odd weapons that they don't recognize. Perhaps most will die as soon as they were raised, returned again to the permafrost before they ever got a chance to realize what had happened. Before they ever got a chance to decide... be it miracle? or be it curse?

But some... the rare few, have found their home here, in Vinturkruft. Here, Jarl Stigrson, Sea-Wolf, Thane of Silfrond guides and protects his people through a future uncertain. You will know them by their Sigil the Krakkin, and by their small but stout statures, with a demeanor proud and imposing. If you be Ylfling, Head east from Castellum Illia, across the Frozen Seaway, until you come across the Pettydocks. Just South of Soljeskov and the Hippah of Grimsa.



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