While everyone from Norvaegard was stressing about the upcoming Styhord, the people of Stellhart weren't that worried.
They had lived their entire lives on the edge of danger. Monster waves, barbarian raids, winters that killed the weak and spared only the prepared, and outer threats.
Generations had been tempered by ice, steel, and fire. They knew death walked beside them daily, and yet they rose each morning stronger than before.
Fear had long since lost its grip on them. No matter what came their way, they fought, they won, they survived, and they always would, today and to the unknown future.
They knew the enemy could be countless, stronger, or crueler than anything they'd faced, yet their hearts were unshaken, their resolve unwavering, their loyalty to Stellhart unbreakable.
Their lord, the Iron Duke, the unbreakable shield of Norvaegard, had never failed them. As long as Vardon Thornehart stood, Stellhart stood with him.
