Deep in the wooded lands of Barenheim, stretching farther than the eye can see, a force is growing. These men are wild, savage, and at times unruly. Their name is spread by whisper and fear. They are often considered untamed. Once downtrodden and dispossessed who had no lands, have forged a strong hearth in the woodlands now hail as a united force of fearsome fighters, who are not to be trifled with.
These Celts and North-men have banded together, and their war cries echo through the land. Call them uncivilized, call them barbaric, call them what you will, but never turn your back on them. They fight with honor, strength, and without fear. They fight to defend their lands from all who would oppose them. Call these people outsiders, outcasts, and wanders, but most of all, call them by the name of their clan. Call them...
These Celts and North-men have banded together, and their war cries echo through the land. Call them uncivilized, call them barbaric, call them what you will, but never turn your back on them. They fight with honor, strength, and without fear. They fight to defend their lands from all who would oppose them. Call these people outsiders, outcasts, and wanders, but most of all, call them by the name of their clan. Call them...