House Lambfyre

"Hammer and anvil, moon and sun"
The Lambfyre name was not always that of a northern noble house. Almost a century before the Bond of Blood, our ancestors were known as Smithfyre. To confess - the scribes' books do not do our heritage justice, for we were not exactly the prominent and outrageously wealthy family that it is sometimes written about.

Our beginnings were forged in the fires of poverty and servitude to our Lords. To state this is not humility nor arrogance - for in honesty there is both strength and virtue. The once widely respected Lord of Hooves, Uther Lamb, had driven the entire northeastern coast to ruin at the permission of his Lord Rower. No inland gold could keep the hungry from the streets and the sick from the grave.
The only thing keeping my family alive was my ancestor Harold Smithfyre, the master smith. In his last act of service to his wife, his children, and his line, he smelted down the gobletore bars he'd kept as heirlooms. The sword spawned from the forge's flame was of godly descent. Silver in sight, polished black fade and razor sharp. He could've chopped down the whole Black Forest in a stroke.
However, the sword was not his to wield. It was meant as a gift to the Lambs. In the Lord Uther's drunken stutter, Harold would be given exactly what he'd hoped for, a miracle from the gods - surely, for Uther had not seen a sharper sword, nor had he seen a smoother polish and finer structure. To repay this artisan for his work, he offered his youngest daughter to Harold's oldest son.

We all know how the story goes. Twenty years pass and the saltfever plague ravages the coast. Lord Rower was lucky to have traveled south, for he and his son were the only to survive. Grangeport, however, was not as fortunate. Could have been luck, it also could have been fate, but the whole of House Lamb succumbed. All except the wife of Harold's son, Edward of House Lamb, or was it Lambfyre?
Perhaps it is all, in fact, a miracle. Perhaps it is a message - a threat to highborn and nobles who play their hand lavishly, as if they themselves are Kings. Priests and priestesses preach this superstitious interpretation as a lesson in holiness. But we know the truth, as do the Hamhearts. They are the hammer of the Peaks, and we are the anvil.

Hammer and anvil, moon and sun

Leader

Jane Lambfyre

Parent Organization

House Hamheart

Location

Grangeport

Controlled Territories

• Grangeport