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Kingdom of Skræling

Southern Mountain Pass, Fjallmark


It was the early part of the night in the Southern Mountain Pass, just south of the Kingdom of Skræling. The land for centuries had been contested between the native Svellgotar and the "Alfr" peoples, or more so commonly known as the elf. The Svellgotar made it known they were prideful that the Elves had never been able to truly conquer their lands and make them submit. The Svellgotar even centuries ago raiding from the northern most coast of the region. Now though with the decline of their power they had begun expanding beyond their current protection of the mountains. Their raiding going to the seas, and beyond the mountains to return with treasures from the abandoned castles of old. And, that's just what had happened again today with a successful conquest of a remnant castle in the valley. The elven defenders easily slain and defeated by the Svellgotar forces.

In the midst of the night an orange and red glow could be seen as a beacon in the night, as the sounds of music, drinking, and celebration could be heard. A war band of roughly over a thousand men both Svellgotar and Alfr alike around the fires of the camps. They had conquered yet another castle left over by the remnants of the old elven empire from long ago. The main source of the party was created by the leader of the war band. A man more than likely in the prime of his raiding life in his mid twenties. His long blonde hair tied up into a pony tail to keep it out of his eyes in combat, light stubble on his face as he drank to his hearts content.

He was the heir to Fjallmark province, whose father was occupied with business in Skræling's capital. Styrmir Skardsson, was a tall man of average build. He knew his way around his horse and arrow, a unique skill amongst his men who were more suited for heavy and light infantry. But, his maneuverability on the battlefield allowed him to command well. He was busy downing a drink and enjoying the music of the Mikilalfr who had brought their instruments for the celebration, even testing out some instruments they had found in the castle. Each man was allowed to keep the share they had found. Though his attention was diverted when he saw a messenger approach him, a younger fresh faced male.

"My lord. We have reports of a caravan located a bit south of our current location." He said with youth in his voice as he laid out a map marking their location. From what Styrmir could tell they were close to the border of some sort of remnant kingdom to the south of them. Some sort of nation called Môrogoed. He could see by the scouts map that the caravan was just barely outside of the borders of Môrogoed in basically "no man's land."

"Does the caravan carry their colors at all?" The blonde heir asked his young scout, the scout shaking his head, informing him of they carried colors of no one they had on records. Stymir pondered for a moment, analyzing the situation, they were clearly outside of their borders, and any problems and or consequences fell onto them.



Stymir looked at his comrades, and sounded the horns, rousing them to grab their arms. However, he only took a small group of raiders to come with him. Only about 300 strong to go and take the caravan, Stymir leading the raiding band on his horse as the Svellgotar raider's moved south to the caravan. In the shade of night, and with the element of surprise they killed those in the caravan, but those who ran they allowed to flee. The raid was a success as they burnt the wood of the caravans, taking the supplies and goods they carried, and laying the bodies respectfully off the road for those to come back and collect.

By the time the sun rose, Stymir returned with his band richer than before with those goods he collected with his raiders. The caravan was left with ash and coals, and the dead laying there peacefully. Stymir leading his raiders back north to home.
Kingdom of Skræling

Castle Svertingsson, City of Geirvor, Burordalr


The capital of Skræling was a buzz with activity, as the morning shone over the kingdom of the north beyond the mountains that bordered them to the south. The capital was almost as busy as a colony of bees as various peoples ranging from the typical Svellgotar both male and female mingled with one another as well with their Alfr brethren in the capital. Today was the current meeting of the various clan leaders and the Hargramr to discuss clan decisions that needed to be made from trade, boundary disputes, and other issues that troubled the kingdom. In the center of the city was a well fortified castle that sat high amongst the already tiered city. Inside of it was the hustle and bustle of the many dukes, counts, and clan heads inside.

Inside the grand hall of Castle Svertingsson the long table of the clans were currently full with all the heads of the clans and divisions of the kingdom were sat discussing. At the head of the table sat the Hargramr, King of all Kings, Clans, King of Skræling. The Hargramr was a large man in height and in size as well as he sat in the rather ornate chair that had been passed throughout the various former kings. The chair had remained in the city of Geirvor for the past one hundred years thanks to his forefather's actions in the past. The man at the front of the table was a red haired and bearded man by the name of Njal Svertingsson.

He looked out across the table watching the other clans continue their chats for the day, he was seen as the deciding factor in all discussions if a compromise could not be met by either sides. Down the line he watched as his fellow Svellgotar speak to one another. It was a common place for issues to be solved by a fight or brawl in the earlier days both during and before the empire had fallen. He simply kept his eyes on those who spoke, he had a few clans leaders who were less than cordial with him due to decisions he had to make. But, that came with the politics of clans.

However, the kingdom had been in almost a decade of peace with the current borders and raiding policies they had in place. But, Njal knew the peace would not last forever with the disparity of riches between clans. Especially with raids south of the mountains into the former elven empire. Njal would have to deal with this sooner or later, before the elves in the south could actually unite and fight back. Though, he knew they would not be ignorant enough to attack them or go on the offensive, it was a waiting game at this point.
Name: Kingdom of Skræling

Location:


Demographics:
-Svellgotar (Humans): Majority of population
-Mikilalfr ("Light" or "Grassland" Elves): Minority, settled around the plains
-Jarnalfr ("Dark" or "Hill" Elves): Minority, settled in the hills or mountains
-Lyoralfr ("Half" Elf): Rare

Climate: Temperate and Alpine Tundra

Description:
The Kingdom of Skræling is nestled far in the northern part of the Sunrise Lands. Nestled beyond the high mountains in the north lays a very isolated populations of people. The Svellgotar natives are people of a culture made to brash the harshness of the climate to the north. Though their clan mentality has not allowed this "kingdom" to truly unite. Skræling is ruled under a single Hargramr or "High King" who sits upon the throne located from their clan's capital. The king is passed down to the first born son of the current King, but the title can be stripped or passed on to another clan if the current king is defeated in combat. This system has kept the clans in relative power to one another, but has disallowed any true unity amongst the many clans in the north.

On the exterior they mean seem brutish and cold like their homeland in the winters, they can also be much like their home in the spring and summer. They are a hearty and hardworking country known for its bounty of grains and potatoes which are a hardy vegetable and a key ingredient in their diet. Due to their location beyond the mountain and the only access into their lands being between valleys they are experts on the sea. Whether they be used to trade their goods along the coastline with the various kingdoms or if a clan is in dire need of food or currency they can easily launch raids that can devastate those along the coast, and be in and out as if they hadn't even been there.

Their relationship with their Elven neighbors is one embroiled in war, and in peace. They are currently in an age of peace with their fellow natives of the north. The elves passing on their knowledge of iron, music, and art with them. It is a wonderful sight to see Men and Elves singing along a communal village pyre passing around alcoholic beverages to one another.
Can't wait to make all the clans and the holdings they reside in. Plus get to write about raids and such. Funsies abound.
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The hill Vikings can kiss our attractive little elf asses. Hmph.


Hey now, some Viking men love the company of the elven ladies. Be more than careful what you wish for. XD
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What happens if you don't get the player pool you want? Aggressive discussion of the map?


I think the people of Skræling would be more than willing to 'discuss' the map with your people. :P
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I call dibs on Nova!!


Then I get dibs on good ole' Namor. He's just Vegeta, but under water.
Maybe we can make a MCU based on characters not used in MCU yet? ie, Namor, Moon Knight, Nova (Richard Rider), Tigra, She-Hulk?
Name: Kingdom of Skræling

Location:


Demographics:
-Svellgotar (Humans): Majority of population
-Mikilalfr ("Light" or "Grassland" Elves): Minority, settled around the plains
-Jarnalfr ("Dark" or "Hill" Elves): Minority, settled in the hills or mountains
-Lyoralfr ("Half" Elf): Rare

Climate: Temperate and Alpine Tundra

Description:
The Kingdom of Skræling is nestled far in the northern part of the Sunrise Lands. Nestled beyond the high mountains in the north lays a very isolated populations of people. The Svellgotar natives are people of a culture made to brash the harshness of the climate to the north. Though their clan mentality has not allowed this "kingdom" to truly unite. Skræling is ruled under a single Hargramr or "High King" who sits upon the throne located from their clan's capital. The king is passed down to the first born son of the current King, but the title can be stripped or passed on to another clan if the current king is defeated in combat. This system has kept the clans in relative power to one another, but has disallowed any true unity amongst the many clans in the north.

On the exterior they mean seem brutish and cold like their homeland in the winters, they can also be much like their home in the spring and summer. They are a hearty and hardworking country known for its bounty of grains and potatoes which are a hardy vegetable and a key ingredient in their diet. Due to their location beyond the mountain and the only access into their lands being between valleys they are experts on the sea. Whether they be used to trade their goods along the coastline with the various kingdoms or if a clan is in dire need of food or currency they can easily launch raids that can devastate those along the coast, and be in and out as if they hadn't even been there.

Their relationship with their Elven neighbors is one embroiled in war, and in peace. They are currently in an age of peace with their fellow natives of the north. The elves passing on their knowledge of iron, music, and art with them. It is a wonderful sight to see Men and Elves singing along a communal village pyre passing around alcoholic beverages to one another.
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