Aedelwynn - The Land of the Free

Silent like a slumbering beast, lies the Land of Aedelwynn. Surrounded by storming seas and oceans of starlight, the Frozen Flower rests silently, dead, and dour. Its back is covered in large barren swathes of tundra, matted by thick mystical primeval forests so thick, the light of the bleak sun above cannot pierce their boughs. Great mountains erupt from its frigid surface, like the spines of a dragon, snow capped and filled with beasts lurking deep within.   Hostile, and unkind, this land is. In its bleak, squall beaten beauty, many people find shelter around hearths deep within keeps of wood and stone. They keep to the light, far away from the shadows where the giants, the wolves, the faefolk and the living corpses dwell. They tell tales of people long gone, whose monuments still stand, though now broken and sodden. They hide close to lachlanna, the remnants of pagan and heathen Gods whom these ancient folk worshipped.   In their ruins, from the ancient ones' stones, and against all odds, the Aedel survive, build and thrive. They brave the cold, and the frost, and the days of sunless night to carve out a life of themselves. They formed clans, then kingdoms, then shed the blood of their brothers and fathers, mourned the deaths of their siblings, feeding the silent land they have called their home: Aedelwynn, Edelin, Auld Delwi.