Peoples of the Northlands

 

 

The Wildmen of the Northern Wastes

A group of tribesmen not unlike the Tribesmen of the Great Confederacy of the Woods. There are however some small differences. While they too worship the Brothers Achievement and Potential, they place equal importance on a number of Greater Spirits. Wendigo, Tundra, Wind, Great Bear, Desolation, (make up more here).  In the days before the Tawdonian Empire the Skae had spread deep into the Northern Wastes. However When the Empire began it’s expansion into the Northern wastes they drove the Skae back to the east and began to enslave the populous. Some of the Tribesmen escaped north to join with the Ice Hunters. Others fled to the dark places of the Frozen Marsh. Many of those unfortunates perished there but a small number survived. Even more managed to escape the slave pens of the Empire and returned in small groups to the north. But where there was once a lush and abundant wilderness there lay only empty plains and the bones of dead animals. The Empire had taken all they could find, hunting many herds into extinction, finding and mining rare minerals and gold deposits. Little was left that had not been scared by the greedy hands of the Imperial prospectors.

The Lost and wandering tribesmen soon decided that they too, like the land they lived in, were dead and a great many lay down to die. At this time a great shaman, who some said was the Confederate wiseman Tehcumdeth, others said it was the Spirit of the Tundra made flesh, came among the despairing tribesmen and showed them that even in the desolation there was life. The plants of the tundra began to creep south. Small animals could be seen and in the fall, before the winter that would have seen them all die, a great herd of caribou appeared from the north and gave to the tribesmen a bounty that permitted them to live.

Many of the tribesmen moved to the edge of the Northam sea establishing fishing communities and some trade with the Ice hunters to the north exchanging goods for whale meat and oil that they then trade to the smaller inland tribes. Life is still harsh and a faint shadow of what it once was, but the elders keep the traditions alive, foretelling a return when the Tundra and the Forests would meet and grow together once more.

Many of the peoples are nomadic, traveling through set areas hunting and scavenging for a rude life, eyes always turned fearfully to the south watching for a return of the Imperial invaders.  Others have established fortified towns watching fearfully not only for the Imperial troops but also with one eye always on the Northam Sea, watching for the Raiders of the Crescent Islands. Far to the west the Northern Wildmen trade and raid with the Mon’ghul.

 

 

The Library

A mystic organisation that started with the onset of the Great Plague, they copied many of the books and scribed much of the worlds wisdom before fleeing ahead of the disease into the northern fastness. One mystic knew of a hidden valley far to the north of the Confederacy that was warmed year round. It was into this great valley that he lead the caravans of knowledge just before the great plague struck carrying with them the collected knowledge of the world. For suprisingly this order was not just made up of Imperials, but also of Confederate Shamen and Timekeepers, Wastelander mystics and wise ones of many cultures.

Into this valley they brought masons and quarrymen, hunters and farmers, and there built a small town around what would become over the years the never finished Great Library. A great structure that stands a breathtaking five stories of intricately carved stone, and sprawls over a full twenty acres of land with room to grow into another twenty before it will reach the edge of the encircling town. Perhaps the most impressive part of the great library is the pair of towers that reach into the sky from each end of the Great Library. In the town is an example of every trade, the knowledge kept alive and taught to all who seek the wisdom.

Everyone who lives in this valley is called Scholar. the farmers are Scholar-Farmers, the Tradesmen are called Scholar-Smith or Scholar-Craftsman. Those who work in the Great Library themselves are refered to as Scholar-Librarian or just Librarian. All of the people who live here can read and many have secondary areas of expertise if not more. Many of them speak several languages and can not only discuss obscure astronomical phenominum, they may also be able to birth a calf or build a dam.

The Scholar-Chroniclers travel the world in secret, gathering knowledge that has yet to be recorded into the Great Library. Identifying each other through arcane means and secret passwords they have agents in many of the worlds libraries and holdings.  As these Scholar-Chroniclers travel the world in secret so to is the existence of the Great Library and the hidden valley it resides in.  The wet warmth of the valley rolls out to meet with the cold of the north and turns into a thick fog. Few people try to press into this fog and those who do usually get lost and retreat before entering the valley.

 

The Frozen Marsh

A harsh and unforgiving deathtrap this section of the Northern Wild is filled with dozens of creatures each deadlier than the next. During the Imperial Exploitation a number of Northern wildmen fled into the Marsh to an unceartain life and a certain death. Most of the people that fled here died, but a sparse few survived and were changed, forged through the constant trials into a dour and quiet folk, hardy and wary, always on alert and ready to deal death to anything that threatens them.

The Frozen marsh is home to Tundra Trolls, Swamp hags, Yeti, Ice Vipers and Snow Snakes.  The Marsh is also the Home of the Great Spirit Wendigo, a malevolent spirit who hunts and devours anything that moves. Even the most dangerous of creatures hide in terror at his passing.