Clans of Kaldheimr
Blessed by Tork
🏔️ Region: Frozen North
❄️ Terrain: Glacial cliffs, frost valleys, sacred passes
👥 Population: ~300,000
🔥 Known Clans: Vetrtred, Skuggkald, Glimshod
🛠 Wrought Beneath: obsidian axes, crowned helms, white pelts
🌊 Notable: Vetrfall, the sacred waterfall said to be the breath of Tork himself
The Grakkari of the North
Kaldheimr is no longer a silent stronghold. Once stoic, now awakened. The Grakkari of the North no longer whisper beneath snow—they chant in thunder, their voices echoing off the peaks like war drums. Their forges burn hotter, their warriors train longer. For Tork has chosen them—not merely to survive, but to lead the reckoning that is coming.
Voice of the Flame
The clans of Kaldheimr do not kneel in silence—they roar. Chanting war songs in the Old Tongue, they gather in flame-lit caverns and forge unity through rhythm and blood. Each battle is preceded by The Godcall Rite, a full-throated call to Tork.
Chosen of the Deep Flame
It was in Vetrfall’s mist that the Ash Priestess beheld a vision: blood upon the ice and Tork’s eye in the waterfall. Since then, the clans have trained not only to survive, but to conquer. They are the hammer that will reshape Serathorne when the old bonds shatter.
Vetrfall – The Thunderfall Gate
Roaring and unmelting, Vetrfall feeds the rivers of Aureholt—but its veins travel the sacred tunnels beneath. There, the Vetrtred Clan prepares for the fulfilling of prophecy. It is said “One will come who is not of you. He will be the catalyst for the Reckoning.”
The Shadow-Axe Warbands
No Grakkari clans strike with more precision—or persistence—than those of Kaldheimr. Their skirmishers move like smoke through ice-thickets, launching raids on Velmaran caravans and Aureholt lumber trails. No season halts them. No campaign breaks them. Each year, their attacks grow bolder, bleeding manpower from the southern kingdoms. Attrition is their anthem—and the forest remembers their blade.