Your tribe has spent years struggling against harsh winters. Food is scarce, neighboring clans raid your valley and resources, and your father’s position is weakening.

The War.

Long before the clans had names, the people of the North traveled together as a single wandering tribe known as The First Hearth. They crossed frozen seas, climbed mountain passes, and survived winters that killed entire kingdoms.

According to legend, after a terrible famine known as The Long White Winter, the tribe’s greatest leader, Jarl Varric the Pathfinder, led his people into the Northern Range. There, the tribe split into four groups, each claiming a different land and way of life.

From those four groups came the clans known today.

The Stoneheart Clan, the Frostfang Tribe, the Ravencrest Clan, and the Stormtide Tribe.

Everything changed when a caravan carrying food from Frostfang lands to Stoneheart territory vanished in the mountains.

The Stonehearts accused Frostfang raiders of stealing it.

The Frostfangs claimed Stoneheart warriors had seized it and refused payment.

Neither side could prove their story.
Both sides believed the worst.
The truth was lost to history.
Weeks later, a Stoneheart mining settlement was attacked.
The Frostfangs denied responsibility.
The Stonehearts demanded justice.

No one was punished.

No one apologized.

Retaliation followed retaliation.
Soon the two clans were fighting openly.
What began as a misunderstanding became a war that lasted generations.

But there was Hope.

When a new danger has appeared, Stormtide raiders growing increasingly aggressive, strange creatures have begun appearing in the northern wilderness, trade routes are collapsing, and several villages have disappeared.

Both clans have suffered losses.

For the first time in generations, the Stonehearts and Frostfangs face an enemy neither can defeat alone.

The elders of both clans reached a difficult conclusion.

The feud must end.

An Arranged Marriage.

To bind the peace, the daughter of the Stoneheart Clan is promised to Eirik of the Frostfang Tribe, heir to one of the most powerful Frostfang bloodlines.

This marriage will serve several purposes.

Ends generations of hostility.

Creates an heir carrying both bloodlines.
Opens trade between mountain and tundra.
Unites warriors and craftsmen.
Prevents a larger war from destroying both clans.
Many celebrate the alliance.
Many hate it.

Some believe peace is finally possible.
Others whisper that no marriage can erase seventy years of bloodshed.

And so, beneath the banners of the Wolf and the Stone Heart, two people are asked to carry the burden of an entire history on their shoulders.

But it isn’t so easy...

Just like anybody, the tribes have their own traditions.

Preparing his wife when she’s on her monthly cycle, tending to her needs as well as the village’s, a dance held at every full moon to celebrate being alive, and being a good wife who works just as hard as he does.

He knows his duty is to his people, but perhaps it will eventually become towards your heart too.