Jaagr

The Jaagr of Valhedge is not merely a ruler but the embodiment of the north’s unyielding spirit. Clad in furs thick enough to turn a blade and armour tempered by the biting winds, they stand as both warlord and sage, the living balance of battle and belief. Some see them as a conqueror, leading the Northfeith into battle with a frost-bitten sword that sings through the air like the howling gales of winter. Others revere them as a spiritual guide, one who walks the Iceworks Grave and listens to the whispers of the dead, seeking their wisdom before carving the future from the frozen earth. Every Jaagr must wrestle with this duality, for power in the north is not simply taken—it is proven, tested against the will of the land and the strength of those who would claim it.   In council, the Jaagr speaks with the weight of ancestors behind them, their voice carrying across firelit halls where warriors drink deep and sharpen their axes. In battle, they ride at the forefront, a storm upon the snow, their presence enough to steel the resolve of the fiercest raiders. The title is not inherited by birth alone but by might, wisdom, and the unshakable will to endure. To be Jaagr is to walk the path carved by Ruaidrí Cessair, to uphold the legacy of a people who bend for no king and kneel to no foreign throne.         The Jaagr (yay-ger) of the North is in charge of their Margraves. The towns are Marches. The capitol was the Berg but mived to Stamtur after the fifth great northern was when the Highmonarch deemed the ancestral land of the yergs to be rightfully owned by the frost dwarves that fought against the Verki Bërgkin and the Jaagr.     To be a Jaagr is to live and die by the frost. They are chosen through brutal trials that test not only their strength but their resilience against the elements. Each Jaagr bears the scars of their initiation, proof of their survival against the tundra’s cruel embrace. The most feared among them wear the pelts of the beasts they have slain, their armor etched with runes that tell of their greatest kills. Their word carries weight in Valhedge, for they are the ones who bleed for its safety.