[@MrDidact] I tried a different angle with the smithing, let me know if it works out. And I'm absolutely fine playing the wildcard wildling! You make a good point about the political edge of the game though, and I might make another character so that I can better interact with that as well (if that is okay). Let me know if I need to make more edits!

[hider=The Thenns][b]The Thenns[/b]
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[b]Seat:[/b] 
Valley of Thenn
The Frostfangs, Beyond the Wall

[b]History:[/b] The Thenns claim that they are the last of the First Men, and they are indeed an old and storied people. Their spoken history stretches back to the Age of Heroes, where legends are still told of the Runed Warrior who made himself a god, killed the Mammoth King, and found a hidden valley in the Frostfangs to make his home. The truth of this and other tales may have been lost to time and vary from telling to telling, but regardless of the reality these tales, the Thenns remain. They have lived for as long as there have been free folk and kneelers, and as long as the Frostfangs stand, they shall remain still.

Within the last decade, the Thenns have benefited from an unprecedented amount of growth. Under the leadership of their new Magnar, Rolf Blackblade, great strides have been taken to advance the once poor people. A mixture of better forged bronze and obsidian weapons has allowed the Thenns to better defend their lands and hunt for game. Their isolation from the other wildling tribes and few years of good hunts and harvests have allowed their population to boom past the boundaries of other clans. The trading of produce for mammoth goods have led to good relations with neighboring giants, ensuring that the Thenns have nothing to fear from the larger species. 

The last of the First Men have used their unique position to push their influence among the other wildling tribes, gaining allies with smaller clans that do not have a history of conflict with them as well as with the Hornfoots and the men of the Frozen shore, but unable to secure the cooperation of the Nightrunners, the cave dwellers, and the ice-river clans. The Magnar of the Thenns has high ambitions to unite the wildling tribes and become King-Beyond-The-Wall, but in order to do so he will require the support of all the free folk clans. Would they name him king, Rolf would march south to take the Northern Lands, completely unaware of the civil war raging behind the Wall.

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[center][b]Rolf Blackblade: Magnar of the Thenns and would-be King-Beyond-The-Wall[/b][/center]
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Born among the snow and sleet of the Frostfangs, Rolf has known the cold of winter his entire life. Though the Thenns might be more prosperous than other free folk, Rolf's life has never been something one could call easy. A sickly child, it appeared for a time that the the babe would not make it past his first two nameless years much less the first two weeks of his own birth, but kissed by fire as he was, Rolf was lucky. When illness had taken him and his parents seemed sure that the child would pass in the night, Rolf was visted by visions of ravens and weirwood trees. The next day, his fever had passed and he had become as healthy as any babe his age should have been.

He grew up a hunter under his father's watch, and as soon as he could hold a spear, he was stalking the hidden valley of the Thenns for game to help feed his family. He had a talent for hunting, an observant and curious eye lending itself well to the killing of game. His young body hardened among the icy stone of Frostfangs, and as all wildling children do he was forced to grow fast up. He killed his first beast at six with his father's help, and managed his first solo hunt at the age of nine. When his father was confident enough the child could kill a beast on his own, Rolf was taken to far edge of the Thenns' lands. Three days they journeyed out into the Frostfangs, fighting both beast and climate for safe passage along the dangerous mountains. After camping the night, Rolf awoke to find his father gone, along with the rest of the supplies he would need to live through the next few nights. A rite of passage among the Thenns, Rolf would need to find his way home from the wildnerness in order to survive. It was on one of these freezing nights alone in the Frostfangs that Rolf was again visited by a greendream far different than the one he experienced as a babe. He saw veins bleeding bronze and obsidian, a broken crown made of the same metal, and dancing, scaled beasts breathing fire down his brow to melt the crown. When he woke, he felt such a drive to search the mountains that his hunger almost disappeared. He spent two days near-starved in the Frostfangs, but Rolf found both a cache of strange black rocks and a way back to the Valley of the Thenns

For six years following, Rolf spent every free moment of his adolescence tinkering with those strange rocks. His body had aged into an athletic form, and years hunting and ferrying rocks from the Frostfangs had shed every once of fat from his body. He was a fine warrior, a good hunter, and were it not for his strange obsession, a spearwife would have claimed him already. By the age of five and ten, however, Rolf's years of effort had finally payed off. He had found a way to edge their bronze swords with obsidian, a material said to be sharper than steel. The first sword he made was crude, impure, but it was his and it cut through flesh better than any other weapon of its make. Rolf had won himself a name, Blackbade, as well as the attention of his clan.

Arming his fellow tribesman had proven to be the first step to Rolf's ascent to Magnar. The better weapons yielded better hunts, which meant happier Thenns. Happier Thenns fought better, worked harder, and killed quicker than before. Every blow struck by an obsidian edged weapon and every sword stopped by bronze armor had Rolf's work put into it. He had become a skilled smith, and earned ther love of his warriors. Rolf himself had proven worthy in battle against a crow ranger, taking the tattered remnants of the Watchmen's cloak as a trophy to remind others of his success. He had taken a spearwife, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/5e/d8/6c5ed8866ad0fabc4908b032bd1014e6.jpg]Willow[/url], and by the end of his tenth and seventh year, Rolf's inherited his father’s place as Magnar. He became a living god to the Thenns, and he was determined to lead his people as a just god would.

Rolf ruled well the next few years. He opened , and more weapons were made than ever before. Hunting continued to prove profitable, and it was rare for a Thenn family to go hungry during those times. There were occasional conflicts with the giants, but Rolf had found that giving the creatures tribute was enough to appease any border disputes. Over time, the large folk become friends to the Thenns, and the trading of produce for mammoth skins and bones became commonplace among their people.  Ranging parties rarely came within their territories, but when they did, Rolf's people only occasionally suffered losses to the Crows. The Thenns had been growing for close to a decade under Rolf's rule, and though life still hard, it was better than before. That, however, was not enough for Rolf Redforge. He would travel to the edge of the Frostfangs with his spearwife's hunting party at times, and see the poverty of neighboring tribes from afar. He knew he could make their lives better, make every free folks' life better, if he was given the chance. He knew the only place that would be even feasible would be South. South of the Wall.

So at the age of twenty and six, Rolf began to expand the Thenn's influence to other tribes. It began slowly first, simply reaching and trading in hopes of establishing trust, but over the course of a year he had found allies among the other wilding clans. Some still resist his attempts at allegiance, true, but the free folk were eager for another chance at life South of the Wall. Many see Rolf Redforge as the only wildling crazy enough to make that happen.[/hider][/hider]