Skorrheim

Eastward, across storm-wracked waters where lesser ships founder, the jagged coast of Skorrheim rises like the teeth of some ancient beast. This is a realm carved by glaciers and tempests, a land of towering fjords cutting deep into frozen highlands, where the wind howls sagas through pine-darkened valleys.

Here dwell the Stormborn Clans, hardy seafarers and fierce warriors who bow only to the fury of the elements and the bite of the blade. Ruled by powerful Wyrmjarls—leaders who claim lineage from both dragons and the ancient giants who once walked these lands—the clans carve runes of power onto their axes and longships, call upon primal shamans to appease or command the spirits of storm and ice, and sail the frigid seas seeking glory, plunder, and survival.

From Vaedrholm, the capital nestled beneath the watchful gaze of the immense Allfather’s Peak, longships launch into the unforgiving waters. Yet, beneath the rugged surface, deeper powers slumber. Within the formidable Ironhowl Range, hidden in fiery, icy depths, lies the legendary Soul Forge – the primordial crucible where giants once shaped races. Though its creators are long faded into myth, the mountain heart of Skorrheim still holds the echoes of creation's dawn.