Okay, so here we are the land of Svarstjorn, a land savaged by a strange cold emminating from the mountains and by the beasts that lurk at the ocean side. Not much is to be found in this barren land, but for a few pines that grow around the bases of the giants. These woods have become the life essence of this land, providing shelter for its people in its infancy, but now a commodity to trade with their nearest neighbour, Dalmatia.
Svarstjorn is a place full of myth and rumour, so infused with daily life that even the most hardened Svarster finds it hard to tell fairy tale from reality anymore. As their ruler, Lady Kasta (who resides in the capital of Letorandvri) reminds them during her infrequent speechs, legends tell that one day the Svarsters shall rise up from this corner of the world and sail across to the godly lands of Khaluk and Eluvium (though to actually say their names is akin to blasphemy) where the grass grows tall and mountains are made from gold.
But for now their world goes on, existing so that one day their ancestors will overcome the monsters of the sea and reach these sacred lands.

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(I hope this is better Redrobes. Feel free to remove the sea lines if it makes things easier )
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