Lore of Ispar - The Silverans

Bergard the Swift, Aluvian warrior, swigged another tankard of ale. "So you want me to tell you of the land to the north, the land of the Silverans?" he asked his friend Nayt al-Yad.

Nayt al-Yad nodded.

"Well, they have hair like fine gold and eyes of piercing blue. They are masters of their seas of ice and snow. They were favored mercenaries for the Viamont nobility as the ruffians from Souia-Vey are not to their taste", he said with a slight sneer.

"Anyway," he continued, after another drink from his tankard, "they live mostly on the coast and hunt weird animals, like a sea cow and massive fish bigger than ships, at least that is what I have heard. But myself I have only seen one pureblood Silveran, decked out in the finest furs, all that rare winter white stuff. He was powerfully built and seemed to be smiling at his own private joke. Haven't seen one since."

Bergard finished his ale and ordered another.

Nayt al-Yad finished his tea.

The Distant Past

To many, Silveran is a distant land covered in snow and myth. Little is known of about it other than that the people are oft fair in complexion with eyes of blue. To travel there is difficult, but trade and commerce does occur with lands as far away as Gharu'n. Statments beyond this are pure speculation and until further light is brought forth, I shall hold my tounge.

(I envision the Silverans as the Norse of Earth, blond, blue eyed experts in surviving the cold lands they call home.)