Serpents of the Sea – february update

Ive added more units to my growing Wolves of the sea army.

The Frostborn

„The strong take what they want. If a man has a finer blade than you, kill him and take it. If a warrior wears a richer pelt, strip it from his corpse. What is wealth, if not stolen?”

The Frostborn are the raiders and thieves. Unlike the other tribes, they have no true homeland—they live and die by the longship, taking what they need from those too weak to defend it. Before Jarl Doom rose to power, they were feared coastal raiders, striking at rival clans and southern settlements alike, leaving only burning ruins and frozen corpses in their wake.

They joined Ssarathan not out of loyalty, but because his path promised endless war—and war means plunder. These warriors do not care for gods or honor; they fight because battle is profitable, because it is better to kill than to toil, better to steal than to build. Their warriors wear stolen armor, wield looted weapons, and decorate themselves with golden rings, foreign silks, and the bones of southern warriors.

But something has begun to change. Their spoils have taken on a strange quality—shields that seem too heavy, weapons that feel warm to the touch, trophies that whisper in the night. The Frostborn ignore these omens, believing themselves too clever to fall into any god’s trap. Yet, when the war-drums beat, their eyes gleam with something more than greed, their thirst for conquest growing darker, hungrier… and something unseen watches from the deep places of the world.

The Coldfangs
„We were hunters before we were warriors. The world is a beast, and we are its teeth.”

Most come from same tribe as Jarl Doom himself. The Coldfangs do not fight in ordered ranks, nor do they march to war beneath heavy armor. They are hunters first, warriors second, their weapons honed not for massed battle but for the silent kill, the careful stalk, the patient strike. Wearing the furs of creatures that roam the tundra, they are as much beast as man, their eyes gleaming in the torchlight like those of predators lurking beyond the fire’s glow.