A harsh land where it takes strength and cunning to survive everyday yet this is may all change as a new power rises across it.
To the rest of the continent its believed its an unbelievable feat of Giant craftsmanship, but in their eyes its is their god that rests until the time comes to walk amongst them once more.
Nomads of the vast tundra of that known for their skills for riding and their deep desire for freedom above all else.
The leadership of the Ruskev Roveni that responsible for civic and military issues by being voted in to by their people to guide them.
A time to dance and celebrate all things that are worth living for with those we care for the most.
The newly created rulership of the continent of Norria that shall bring forth a new age for all to prosper under so long as they reign.
The Crown of the High King of Norria that is only meant to remind the wear of the burden and woe forged to bring about its creation.
A savory tart made from the berries of the tundra to add flavor for special occasions.
In the time before the current world, the Elder Gods attempted to end fate to save themsleves, only to doom them instead.
The Ruling pantheon that holds domain over all of the Continent of Norria hold shape in every part of life and culture of the peoples that rule over them.
A tale of those that believed they could defy fate, only be meet with its cold embrace.
A song warrior sings to honor the glorious dead that they hope to one day join when their time comes.
The servant of Berun, the god of the dead that carries out his duties with the force of winter at its back to watch over and hunt the dead that defy his master's will.
Throughout my life, I have always been a dreamer, of course, I'm not sure it was just me of the ADHD doing but I did it anyway. Of course, like any kid at a young age, I loved to draw and through my drawings, I am managed to bring out my ideas to come to life before my eyes. Of course, like any kid who liked to draw, I wanted to be an artist until my dream was utterly shattered by my parent's hammer of reality and to tell you the truth I was never going to be that good anyway and ever if I was I was going I would be a starving one just trying to make a living by doing commissions for anyone like everyone else. I would probably be doing from a box near an internet cafe to consider no one ever has a lot of money, anyone, to start a life these days. So when high school ended I began my journey to become a writer and man was I lost and my writing looked like Tommy Wiseau's script for The Room. Of course, I had no idea where to start since I never read when I was a kid because when you are forced to read by your parents it doesn't make you want to do it at all. But considering I watched a lot of movies, tv and played video games I had an idea of where I was going. With time I managed to get somewhere, but it was not until I found World Anvil that the horizon seemed to hold endless possibilities for me. Then the man did I just write everything in my head to the point that I tried to post an article every week or several a week just to see my progress and man, oh man I slowly made my way into something good. I have been doing that ever since and I do not feel like stopping anytime soon. So look out world because I going to stick it to you for all the reality crap you kept telling all my life and nothing is going to stop me now.
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