History

Stormholm was founded after the last cataclysm of the Realm of Legend. It started as a group of mercenaries that banded together and made their way into the wild to find themselves a home. While roaming the wilds they came across some Demons that were destroying the forests around them. The Mercenaries fought the demons and defeated them. Afterwards they noticed trails forming in their path when they walked. The trees and underbrush seem to not bother them. Food became plentiful as hunting became easier. Growing food seemed to yield better crops in their lands. The forests also showed them where monsters were that needed to be cleared out to protect the forests and protect the lands. Over the first few weeks the band of mercenaries decided that this was a perfect place to call home and preceded to clear the land of the foal beasts. All of a sudden, the occupants on the edge of Stormholm's lands found a line of carcasses of various monsters on the edge of those forests. A sign that the lands were both protected and unwanted guests are not welcome. 

Another phenomenon they noticed was that wolves in this land were also protected and loved by the forests. Trails opened before their hunts and the ground beneath them grew strong as they ran. The reason why the wolf became a sacred animal to the mercenaries.

Stormholm was then born from the work and power of these mercenaries, with respect to the wolves, and the acceptance of the forests. 

As time moved on other inhabitants were chosen by the forests and accepted into the ranks of Stormholm. As strangers move through the lands they are watched by the inhabitants of Stormholm to see if they are one of the chosen. 

House Terror

Background

      There is a legend that parents tell their young to scare them of the deep dark forests. Of dire wolves bigger that bears and faster than panthers that live in them. So territorial that wondering to far into the woods invites death. The legend scares many but the truth scares more. In those very woods lies a band of one time mercenaries but now a closely knit family that has done the unspeakable to protect each other. During the cataclysm the only way they survived was working together and defending each other. Creating a bond so strong nothing can come between them. During these uncertain times, when the very land itself is unstable, the only thing certain is staying out of their territory. Because, like those dire wolves they never hunt alone, you never see them coming, and when you do it is always too late. The linens on their very back helps them to blend in the dark forests. Black with the shadows and blue with the moon light. No one know why they proclaimed themselves when they did but it came with a message and a warning. The message was a line of monstrous carcasses on the edge of their forest and the warning clear as day was, these are our forests. To this day you can request aid from them, and they will come to the aid of the worthy when it is clear it is the will of the house and the forest. They help to return lost souls out of their forests. Still the lost ones return with stories of weaving mazes and creatures moving just within sight in the shadows. Never being able to identify what they are seeing. Never knowing how to reach back home till found by a local in black and blue with food and a way out of the forests. Always with the departing warning "These are our Forests". They come to help and seem like good people, just don't ask about their home or what's in the forest cause they will never tell, and their answer will always be... "These are our Forests".