The Frozen North

As the name suggested the Frozen North is an almost frozen wasteland. There are mountains for miles, rising up to the sky itself. Forest of white pine as far as the eye can see. Lands covered in snow and ice for the majority of the year. Beasts many times bigger than their warmer climate counterparts. And snowstorm every other day. The North is an unforgiving place, even to those that resides within it. Those that calls this land home are hardy people, relying on hunter the giant beasts of the forest, the monsters of the ocean depth, or other tribes to sustain their own livelihood. Several tribes scatters the land. ruled by Jarls and Chiefs. Each with different ideas, but all believing they can bring the Frozen North together under their rule, and end the Forever Winter once and for all.

Local Mythology:

Eons ago, the North was once a bountiful land, full of life and gifts from the goddess Chuantea. There was a singular tribe that ruled over the land, called the Northern Star. It is believed that these members of the Northern Star are descendants from the gods themselves and see Chauntea has the great mother. Their life was peaceful. Tables filled with luscious bounty. But the High King sired the greatest evil of all. He sired 4 sons, all wanted the throne. The first wanted to receive his crown through friendship. The second wanted to win his crown by combat. The third wanted earn his crown with knowledge. The youngest want to take the crown with magic. Not seeing eye to eye, the 4 sons begin to tear the tribe apart. They led their factions into war and blood were shed across the land. Brothers against brothers. Fathers against sons.

And the Goddess wept as she sees what has become of her children. Seeing her in distress, the God Kelemvor were extremely angered. He judged them all guilty and declares to the sons. "Until the tribes unite once more, the North shall endure a Forever Winter". And with degree, life drains from the North leaving it a frozen wasteland. A great storms picks up in the middle of the blood-soaked battle and blow everyone away. Now scattered across the great plains, the sons and their people settles down and rebuild, hoping that one day, their mistake will be fixed.

And as the story pass from one story teller to another, details fades into obscurity. No one truly remember which tribe descended from the Northern Star. Where the High King's Crown resides. Or if they even exist. But most revered the myth, for their hope is strong. Hope for the day when the Winter ends. And their tribe will rule over all.