Mjolby
Despite It All, They Persist
"Such was the way of The North, the ebb and flow, to gaze upon a peaceful homestead and opt to tear it asunder; to blow out a quivering flame for the crime of fighting for its right to exist.But those who called this village home, they were the Valkyr, should their light be extinguished they needed only to set it alight once more. Should their flame be blown out a hundred times over, they'd rekindle it a hundred and one."
T
o be a village surviving in The North is quite the uncommon feat, even rarer is a village that stands firm and thrives, and rarer still is one that has failed that challenge only to rise again. Mjolby is a quaint little village nestled somewhere within the vast mountain pass along the entrance into The North. Despite remaining so small over its long and short existence it has a deep rooted history of trials, tribulations, and tragedies; and a longer history of building itself back up from the ashes.
Peace, Quiet, and Wild Magic
Compared to the rest of The North, the village here is actually quite comfortable. Quiet, as well, with a lively community that prefers to lean towards peace, relaxation, and the occasional friendly competition.
You'll also find a dedicated gathering of Shamans, Druids, and other such magic users thanks to the area's vibrant concentration of wild magic. Some may even have services to offer, should you have the coin.
History of Determination
Mjolby sits atop a fountain of resources, fertile in both land and spirit, which has allowed it to thrive each and every time it's been established and reestablished and established again. But, of course, this makes them a valuable target for raiders and wildlife alike.
But they were the Valkyr; those both man and beast who consider them easy targets soon learn these villagers would rather die fighting than let The North claim them.
Bonus Lore
Raids
Mjolby is no stranger to a good ol' fashion band of raiders. With every triumphant defense, with every occasional failure, and with every trophy both taken and reclaimed; the village grows stronger and stronger and stronger again.
Beasts
There is one tale of a vicious beast laying waste to the village, the Rejkajarl, who called upon the very storms themselves to do its bidding.
But even roaring winds and tempests of lightning proved to be nothing in the face of their hunter, Freya; soon claiming its spirit and feeding the village for weeks after the fact.
Betrayal
When Raids failed, some turned to the damn near devilish act of deception and sabotage. To posing as someone in need of help, to gaining the trust of those helping them, and, when both guard and suspicion drop, to robbing from friend and exposing to foe.
But they were the Valkyr, no amount of broken trust or burned bridges would stop them from aiding those in need; a creed that not even The North could tear from their dead, frozen hands.
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Mjolby sounds like a lovely place. If it wasn't getting destroyed a lot.
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