The Men of Nelqora (or the Nelqorana) were a proud and strong race that lived in the far, far north -- well beyond any current known regions of the world. Their land was one of ice, snow, and frost. But their difficult land didn't halt their rapid expansion across the Orridental and Erub after the fall of Gevurah. Their cities were large and beautiful. Their warriors were terrifying. The Men of Nelqora were above all men of the sea, and their fair sails emblazoned with the golden swan were the heralds of a race come to save a world being harassed by the ancient elves of the east and the remains of the Black King's empire.
Where now are the Nelqorana?
Why do thy kinsfolk wander afar?
Near is the hour when the Lost should come forth,
But dark is the path appointed for thee:
The Dead watch the road that leads to the Sea.
Race of Men, hailing from legend
Tall and proud and strong
Where now are thy fields of green?
Where are thy forests unending?
The land of plenty
Now of glass and snow
How beautiful and sad it is!
The crystal spires
The eagle eyries,
A tremor for Nelqora
Nothing remains but the tremor!
The Cliffs of Salt,
Above them the dappled seaborne clouds
The sky above the ice
Thy throat aches with desire to cry aloud
The cry of a hawk or eagle on high
To cry piercingly of thy deliverance to the winds.
That is the call of life to thy soul
Not of duty
Not of despair
On! On! The heart seems to cry
Though the ice tightens like a noose,
The blood of the Nelqorana is old
The Dead stare at thee
While walking on the hills of glass and snow
You tremble under their gaze but
The road goes on
And despair toucheth not your heart