And so it begins ...

[IanDC]

Don't annoy a short tempered Goddess he thought to himself as he pulled his furs closer to protect against the frozen wind coming in from the north across a sea dotted with icebergs. It was a grim prospect that his unruly mouth had earned them (but the goddess really did have big feet !), dumped in this forsaken land infested with countless large rodents, still if you skinned enough of them you could keep the cold out at least.
His followers hadn't stopped giving him dirty looks since they'd got here but they'd scouted the area and thought the sea should provide food and claimed the rodents were everywhere in vast numbers.

Time to get to work..

[IanDC]

Trapped in our Northern wasteland the Arctic Nomads have watched the expansion & aggression of the mighty French in the paradise to the south. Seeing them crush their neighbour we have seen the inevitable fate that will befall us as they grow stronger and are friendly to those south of them.
The only choice left for the Nomads is to fight for their homeland when the time comes or to ride forth and attempt to conquer or die...

We choose to ride forth, may the earth tremble beneath our hooves.

[bjarkekr]

As much as we love peace we must answer this tresspassing of our lands with the mighty sword. Prepare to die.