Sons of Hearthen
Smoke rolls from Hearthen’s forges even at dawn, molten iron glinting orange in the hearths where Teyranus stands. Around him, the Sons assemble: flaming archers sharpen blazing shafts, musketeers load crisp powder into barrels, pikemen adjust their steel-tipped spears, and ferals—tall, red-furred in their lycanthropy—circle in through gates with howls under moonlight.
They are both sword and flame, faith and fury. When the Hearthic Invasion rose, they boarded ships under Willord’s iron hull, rode into coastal storms, and braved water thought uncrossable. Makimoff taught them to fire true; Gabriella led ferals that shifted shape in the dark.
Each unit carries part of this legacy: the pikes that root in the earth, the flames that scorch the sky, the wild forms that tear apart what order pretends to hold.
To fight with the Sons of Hearthen is to carry the weight of old claims and forge new ones in gusts of iron and red-fur, to believe that the land once theirs can be theirs again.
Type
Geopolitical, Lordship
Leader
Founders
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