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Main Background:Born during the clutches of a snowstorm, Egils birth was auspicious from the start. The Snobar believe a snowstorm is an omen of great events to come, for good or ill.
Son to the chieftain of the Irontusk clan Egil was born into the status equivalent to a prince in the greener lands but this meant little within the clutches of the Shattered Isles. From the age of five he was taught to hunt, to sail and to fight. Living within the shadow of his father, Bjorn Irontusk, Egil sought to live up to his birth. At the age of nine he led a raiding party himself, taking back plunder and riches. Within three years he held command of a small fleet of Drakkar, becoming a name to be feared along the surrounding isles, both from other nations and Snobar clans.
However it was at the age of fourteen that the true signs of potential shone through. His father was killed during a raid of the Sabrebeast clan, killed during single combat. As per traditional the title of clan leader was not simply passed to Egil. Instead every clan member, regardless of status or renown is allowed to put their name forward and participate within the Holrustala, literally meaning Trail by Blades.
Each challenger puts forward their claim, with those deemed to have the best claim most prominent and always fighting first. Under the eyes of Gods and men, a challenger must hold his own against every clanmate who believes they are no worthy to hold the position of Chieftain. The Snobar believe that only the defeat and, more often than not, death of all challengers shows the Gods favour and the aspiring clanmates right to rule.
Without hesitation Egil submitted he name, despite his young age and relative lack of experience. Seventeen challengers strode forth that day, to take their place against him. Despite taking several wounds throughout the Trial each was cast down by Egils sword. Not one could stand before him and as dusk settled upon the Trial the clan knelt, accepting Egil Irontusk as the rightful ruler.
Within days Egil set out to avenge his father, putting the Sabrebeast clan to the torch. But he was not to stop there. From isle to isle his warriors travelled taking word of Egils plan. He sought to unite the Snobar under one rule. Those who resisted were brought to battle and defeated; although in his wisdom Egil never repeated his actions of destruction again, accepting clans surrender when offered.
Within five year nearly all the clans has been gathered under the rule of the Irontusk clan. Though their heritage, names and customs belonged to themselves each clan ultimately were commanded by Egil and his warriors. Each clan leader to accept his leadership was made a general, afforded a position of respect within the new Snobar hierarchy.
Ten years passed from Egils conquest, ten years of peace and stability. Thought feuds between clans occasionally reared their heads the union of the clans was never broken. Now, with his realm secured and the shattered isles under his control, Egil turns his gaze to the outside world, ready to explore further and embrace new riches and wonders.
Loading Screen:Velkommen Egil, chosen of the Gods, Leader of the Snobar Clans. Your auspicious birth, born within the ravages of a snowstorm, was an omen of the greatness to come. Able to hold sail on a raid from the age of seven, young even by the standards of the Snobar, by the age of twelve you had become a terror of the coast, dubbed the Snow Devil by those who feared your gaze.
When your father was killed you took up his mantle, fending off all challengers to ascend to your rightful place of Chieftain of the Irontusk Clan. Despite your tender age you passed through the Trial of Blade victorious, emerging the other side a leader. You took fire and iron to the Sabrebeast clan, taking revenge for the killing of your sire.
From there you united the Snobar Clans under one rule, overcoming obstacles and opposition to place them under one rule. It is you who oversaw the building of the Glittering Caves, now the heart of your new nation.
Oh Mighty Egil you stand upon the cusp of greatness, ready to explore the world and expand your empire further. Go forth, Leader of the Snobar, and lay claim to the riches of the world.
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