Jotunfir

The Land Where Giants Tread, and Men Endure

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  Far to the north of Acarus, where the stars hang low and the wind bites with the fury of old gods, lies Jotunfir—a realm of ancient frost, feuding jarls, and looming prophecy. It is a continent of semi-arctic extremes, home to a fiercely traditional people whose ways have remained largely unchanged since time immemorial.   Though distant from the heartlands of Acarus’ civilization, Jotunfir endures—unyielding, proud, and ever watchful for signs of the Jotuntyde, the prophesied return of the world-giants.  

The Land Itself

  Despite its cold reputation, Jotunfir is a surprisingly varied continent in terms of geography and biome. Its lands encompass:  

• Basalt column beaches that rise like black teeth from the sea.
• Frost-shrouded forests where druids chant in the old tongue.
• Frozen canyons that echo with the howls of beasts—and worse.

  The continent is vertically bisected by the Jotunbrow, a titanic mountain range that divides north from south. Everything above it becomes harsher, more isolated, and more hostile. Only the hardiest survive there. Below the Jotunbrow lies the southern region of:  

Sotenheim

The Breadbasket of the North   Also known as “Summer-home” in the tongue of Castillia, Sotenheim is a rare jewel in an otherwise unforgiving landscape. Comprising the southwestern expanse of Jotunfir, it enjoys semi-temperate seasons that allow for consistent agriculture.   It is here that the lifeblood of the continent—food—is grown. Oats, tubers, and root crops are cultivated in abundance, making its jarls some of the most powerful individuals in the North. The economy of many provinces hinges entirely on trade agreements with Sotenheim, and disputes over grain tariffs have sparked more than one cold war between jarldoms.   Among the jarls of Sotenheim, none are more infamous than Jarl Dhal, known as “The Oat-King,” who commands a veritable empire of grain from his fortified farmsteads.  

Culture and Legacy

  Jotunfir's people, the Northmen, are a culture of oral tradition, ancestral rites, and feudal oaths. They venerate gods both old and reformed, build halls from the bones of fallen beasts, and wear their lineages like shields.   While much of Acarus was reshaped—or outright shattered—by the cataclysms of the modern era, Jotunfir remained largely untouched... until the Jotuntyde began. The emergence of giants, monsters, and strange magical forces from the mountains and fjords has cast a long shadow over the land. The tribes are fracturing. The jarldoms wage petty wars even as the Old Gods stir once more.   Yet still, Jotunfir endures.   For it is said: when the giants return, the sons of the Allfather must rise... or be broken beneath their tread.