We Will Not Fade

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[!] A depiction of Skanarri survivors fleeing from Ikarusbrug under the cover of snow

 

The Skanarri were in ruins. Grejon, their High Chieftain, laid dead at the feet of the Svarlings. More than Seventy percent of their population had been utterly obliterated by just fifty of the Northern Berserkers. Ikarusbrug had been burnt to the ground. What hope was left for the Skanarri? Though they had come out of isolation nearly fourteen years ago to settle and conquer the lands of the south, they now found themselves subject to a foe twenty times as unforgiving and ruthless. In the thirty percent of Skanarri whom still remained, only ten percent were old enough to wield a spear.  Still, a tiny flame of hope remained in the survivors of Fnod's Folk. No matter how badly the Svarlings battered them down and destroyed all they loved, there was still one thing the Skanarri held onto that not even the Svarlings could take away. It was their identity.

 

Fnod's Folk had fought each other for decades to establish themselves as a free culture who bowed to nobody but their own. The Skanarri were not going to simply submit and die as the Svarlings ravaged the place they called home. No, the Skanarri were going to stand and fight. They were going to fight until the last Skanarri warrior drew his last breath. They were going to fight until they had slain those whom had brought ruination to Ikarusbrug. The Skanarri, despite being so badly bloodied, despite losing almost seventy percent of their entire population, now had a flame inside their hearts that burned through their souls and filled them with rage and a thirst for vengeance. In the time that the surviving Skanarri made preparations and built defences in Camp Fnod, a saying began to pass around to each of them. A saying that echoed throughout the cold northern mountains of the Skanarri and Norlandic lands.

 

We Will Not Fade.

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We Will Not Fade.

Edited October 2, 2021 by Gaea_Foundation