The Old World could no longer sustain us. We were too large in number. We had felled the forests. Our crops withered in the barren ground. The cities and villages overflowed with desperate, hungry people. We cast our fate to the sea and found the Ironlands. A new world. A fresh start.
The weather is bleak. Rain and wind sweep in from the ocean. The winters are long and bitter. One of the first settlers complained “only those made of iron would dare live in this foul place”—and thus our land was named.
We are the first humans to walk these lands.
We live in communities called circles. These are settlements ranging in size from a steading with a few families to a village of several hundred. Some circles belong to nomadic folk. Some powerful circles include a cluster of settlements. We trade (and sometimes feud) with other circles.
Leadership is as varied as the people. Some communities are governed by the head of a powerful family. Others have a council of ...