Clan Sigvardson

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A new clan in the North appears, the leader being Ragnar Sigvardson. Fisherman, tradesman and Ashguardsman. A respected man in the North and West. The legacy begins here!

 

Who can join this clan? Anyone really, with Nordic backstory. We do trading and help sustain Norland. 

Why should you join this clan? It's fun, we can roleplay, fish, trade. Anything you want.

Language: Common

Flag: Green and white squares. Representing our trade.

Discord Server: None at the moment, my discord is yashinoki#0291.

Clan House: Donovan 6, for now. We'll do gatherings there and as we progress, we will buy a proper Clan House.

 

You won't regret joining!

[Ibn Khaldun 7728]

 

Gaisorix paced the earthworks outside Dunrath, poking his head over the wall as he approached the northern side of the wall and the bridge to the watchtower. The mountain-men, aboriginals of Raenrland, had filed downhill in the past few days to pillage some of the jarldom's districts. The shorter dun, the Sprækjom noun for earthen wall, proved an invaluable rallying position for the Rathonian militias who sallied forth from Dunrath proper to drive out the pillagers. The dun stood stoutly dressed with the banners of both the Cinged people and the Jarldom of Dunrath.

 

This particular morning, Gaisorix manned the early shift and paced in both directions along the low fortification and switched between scanning the mountain ridge looming over the road from Dunrath to Grenzstad and the loch south of the wall. He found Ragnar Sigvardson proceeding towards Grenzstad and bid him good-day. Gaisorix found himself ashamed to not recognize Ragnar; a familiar face from travels through Varhelm who often spent his time patrolling and keeping the peace. They continued their conversation with Ragnar craning his head to make eye contact with Gaisorix as the latter stood inches away from the dun's crenellations.

 

"Och' Ragnar, eh've dun' poorly to learn ov' ye beyond yer' name. Ah' ye' native Norlandic or an immigrant much like meh'self?" Gaisorix asked as he braced himself against an individual crenel with his hands.

 

"I'm of Clan Sigvardson and a native Norlandic at that. You migrated here?" Ragnar replied in turn, his voice lingering over the question.

 

"Aye, meh' small tribe left Daeland fer' greener pastures in a way though our origins ah' in t'Grenz ov' Oren," Gaisorix confirmed. Though I know little of Norland, might be that building relations with the clans may open doors for trade or for trust. "Ye' happen ter' have a place in yer' clan fer' an honorary member? Eh'd be interested in learnin' more ov' t'Norlandic ways," Gaisorix continued.

 

"It'd be a pleasure to welcome you to our clan hall. Likewise, I'd be interested in learning more about the Cinged traditions and culture!"

 

Gaisorix beamed a smile with the exchange as he welcomed Ragnar atop the stout wall and they continued their conversation while keeping an eye on the surroundings from Dunrath to the South Dunbar village on the adjacent shore of the loch.