Skjaldor is where the weak freeze and the strong thrive. We are the northern clans forged in ice and blood. While southern houses debate in comfortable halls, we fight for survival against winter itself. Every day. Every season.
We don't have politics. We have strength. We don't have soft words. We have honor codes written in scars. You earn respect through deeds, not birthright. The Jarl rules because no one can best them in combat - until someone does.
We live in longhouses, not castles. Few stone walls protect us. Just our will and our weapons. When dragon fire came for ten years, we had nowhere to hide. We held anyway.
Then Ashley and Trystane did something impossible - they united ALL the clans with Emberwave's knights. The Horde of the North. Barbarians and chivalry fighting together. That miracle won the war.
Now, the war ended just a few years ago. The wounds are still fresh. We're still rebuilding. Still burying our dead. And the celestials reinstated the dragon riders who burned us. Young Liram leads House Mudae now, and other houses debate whether to trust him.
We debate nothing. Our scars are fresh. Our losses are recent. Skjaldor remembers yesterday.
We've always been here. In the frozen north. Surviving. Thriving in longhouses and scattered holds - few castles, just the strength of our clans against winter itself.
Then came the war. Ten years of dragon fire raining on wooden halls. Ten years of watching our people burn because we wouldn't bend. Rhaenor wanted the North to kneel.
Longhouses burn easy. Dragons had clear targets. We had nowhere to hide, no stone castles to shelter in. Just our will. Our fury. Our refusal to break. The clans held through sheer spirit - and we held our own. We didn't just survive, we FOUGHT. But gods, did it cost us. Every clan lost warriors. Every hold bears scars. The price was enormous, but we never broke.
Then something impossible happened: Ashley and Trystane brokered the unthinkable. The Horde of the North - ALL our clans united with Emberwave's knights. Clans and knights. We have a contentious relationship normally - they think we're barbarians, we think they're pompous. But the celestials made it happen, and we brought northern fury and southern steel together against the dragon riders who'd burned our homes for ten years.
Now? The war ended a few years ago. The ten-year siege is over, but our dead are still in living memory. Every clan lost someone. And House Mudae - the dragon riders who burned us - they're "fallen" and "seeking redemption" under young Liram.
The celestials reinstated them. Other houses debate forgiveness.
We're still burying our dead. We're still rebuilding longhouses. The scars on our bodies and our land are FRESH. And they want us to forget? To trust?
Skjaldor remembers. We remember yesterday. We remember last year. We remember ten years of hell. Some of us are willing to see if Liram's different. Most of us aren't ready. None of us will ever forget.
Skjaldor, a land of frozen landscapes and rugged mountains, is home to a fierce and resilient people. The region is composed of several clans, each with its own territory and stronghold. These clans have long traditions of honor, bravery, and loyalty. The capital, Frosthold, stands as a testament to the enduring spirit of Skjaldor's inhabitants. The clans, though often independent, are united under a High Prince, chosen from among the clan leaders in times of great need.
The harsh environment of Skjaldor has always been a significant challenge. The freezing temperatures, relentless snowstorms, and rugged terrain require the clans to be self-sufficient and hardy. Despite these difficulties, the clans often come together to defend their homeland from external threats. Their unity and strength were further solidified through ancient traditions and inter-clan alliances, ensuring mutual protection and prosperity.
This is raw strength across five distinct clans - cavalry, smiths, hunters, raiders, and aerial riders. This is survival. This is "we held when we should have broken, and you want us to forget?" The war ended just a few years ago. Your wounds are FRESH. Your losses are RECENT. You personally know people who burned.
And now the dragon riders are back, "redeemed," under a young prince. Some of you might give Liram a chance. Most of you remember the smell of burning longhouses too well.
You also remember fighting beside Emberwave's knights - clans and chivalry, an impossible alliance that somehow worked. That relationship is... complicated now.
The Great War brought further hardship to Skjaldor as the clans were drawn into the wider conflict engulfing the Rookery Isles. Skjaldor's warriors, revered for their fierce combat skills, played a pivotal role in the battles against Rhaenor's forces. During a critical juncture of the war, the clans released the legendary "Horde of the North," a formidable force of elite warriors united under a single banner. This heroic horde turned the tide of many battles, their bravery and strategic prowess proving decisive. The war left many strongholds in ruins, and the loss of life was significant. However, the unwavering determination and sacrifice of Skjaldor's clans were instrumental in the eventual victory against Rhaenor. Their heroism and martial excellence cemented their reputation as the premier military force in the Rookery Isles.
After the war, Skjaldor began the process of rebuilding. The remnants of House Mudae were integrated into the new order, and the High Prince, chosen from among the clan leaders, was reinstated to guide the recovery efforts. Frosthold was rebuilt stronger than before, and the traditions of the clans were revived with even greater fervor. The unity forged during the dark times laid the foundation for a renewed Skjaldor.
Under the rule of House Sunspear, Skjaldor thrives as a land of strength and vigilance. The clans, led by the High Prince, continue to uphold their traditions of honor and bravery. The shores and borders of Skjaldor are well-defended by the seasoned warriors of the clans, ensuring the safety and sovereignty of their homeland.
Skjaldor experiences a cultural renaissance, with festivals and ceremonies celebrating their rich heritage. The grand halls of Frosthold and other strongholds are once again filled with songs of valor and tales of legendary heroes. The clan leaders, now restored to their rightful positions, guide their people with wisdom and honor.
The strategic alliances with other nations, fostered by House Sunspear, have brought economic prosperity to Skjaldor. Trade routes are secure, and the wealth generated from these exchanges is used to further fortify the land and support the clans. The skilled blacksmiths, hunters, and sailors of Skjaldor continue to excel, contributing to the nation's strength and resilience.
The north doesn't care about your family name or your political connections. Can you endure? Can you fight? Can you survive?
Prove your strength. Earn your place.
Welcome to the frozen north. Welcome to House Dawnstar.
The legacy of the clans of Skjaldor is one of unyielding strength and unity. The trials of the Dark Age and the sacrifices made during the Great War are remembered and honored. Under the vigilant eyes of the High Prince and the just rule of House Sunspear, Skjaldor stands as a beacon of resilience and pride in the Rookery Isles, a land where the spirit of its people and the bond between the clans remain unbreakable.