For The North

We are the brotherhood from the north, forged with strength and recklessness. We are ancient warriors strengthened by the icy winds and biting cold of our homeland. The winther is relentless and so are we. When the drums of war thunders through the skies, we gather in the great hall. Here we drink the mead flowing from Heidrun and feast on the wild boars, cause tomorrow... We may be dead.