Murasian Sisu - Iron Commanders

Centuries ago, when the Allfather reached our virgin shores, we were few.

Desperate farmers protected by equally terrified húskarls and raiders. 

We made a home from the frozen hills and plains. Straw and dirt became logs. Some became stone.

Then we met the Orcs.

We mistrusted them from the very beginning, creatures from over the mountains.

We traded for a few years. Food, mostly. Our colony of survivors was not self sufficient.

Then, like a farmer raising cattle for the slaughter, they attacked.

It started with skirmishes with small villages.

Attacks with casualties in the single digits. They always denied involvement. Then, they got more daring. 

Troops in arms and armour raiding larger settlements, proudly waving their own banners.

These battles were almost never won, Orcs as a race are stronger than us, and when there are only men and women in their Winter coats against soldiers in chainmail, there is no real hope.

But we endured. 

Our wars with our neighbours are now innumerable. Their forces are almost infinite, thanks to their alliance with the Dark Elves.

But we endure.

Now, we have aligned ourselves towards S.E.B.T.O., their ressources will now allow our people to prosper, even through the endless wars.

And we will endure forevermore.