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The Red Knot Clan




Jarl/Chief/King Name & Description: Erlendr Guðrunarson, Jarl of Debensfeld
Alias: The Swift

Government Type: Petty kingdom

Location & Important Holdings: Debensfeld


  • Capital: Kynnesburg - The capital of Debensfeld and seat of the Red Knot’s power.
  • 1: Aldershaven
  • 2: Ebbenford


Regional Geography/Resources/Economy Details: The territory of the Red Knot Clan is located along the west coast of the mainland, encompassing vast plains referred to as the central lowlands. This belt of land stretches from east to west across the mainland, south of the dense Nordland terrain. Many rivers run through its land, snaking from mountains further north out to sea beyond. The largest of these is the Weir, which bisects the province.

The region benefits from agricultural, forest and mineral resources. The lowlands contain swathes of fertile soils, in contrast to the forested Nordlands above and the peat-filled bogs below. Many mills take advantage of the Weir and other rivers. These produce flour, lumber, textiles and metal products.



Religion: Each god of the Broken Lands pantheon has worshippers in the Red Knot Clan, but Yorven and Zasha are the highest-regarded of them all. Warriors ride into battle with songs to the Bright God on their lips and decorate their armor with sigils of the sun. Zasha’s name is invoked by farmers and nursemaids alike - fertility both of the fields and of the womb. Debensfeld is regarded as particularly blessed, as the soil is rich in nutrients and well-suited to growing crops.

Clan Description: The Red Knot is a powerful and ancient clan, having dominated the west coast of the mainland for many generations. From this position, it conducts trade with neighboring clans and international powers daring enough to venture this far north. It sustains itself with swathes of arable farmland and industry that capitalizes on water-powered mills. This land, Debensfeld, has been the Broken Isles’ breadbasket for centuries.

The clan uses intricate knotwork to distinguish itself, always with red-dyed cord. This practice originated when the clan’s founder, Gaufrid Askelsen, tied a knot to symbolize unity among his subjects. So thick were the layers that by the time he’d finished, the knot could not be cut through with a swordstroke. Over time, the knot took on other meanings - the heart of Debensfeld, the fire of its people, a solar symbol of Yorven. To this day, knot tying is an integral facet of the clan’s culture.

The inhabitants of the lowlands have a strong equine tradition, using horses as draft animals, to plow fields, for transit and for warfare. The horses bred by the Red Knot are highly sought after and prized. When the clan marches to battle, it rallies around its heavily-armored riders, plumes of dyed horse hair trailing from their helmets. Originally inspired by the cataphracts of the Salisheds, Debensfelder horsemen are the pride of the clan.



Clan History: To be developed.

Important Characters:
  • Jarl Erlendr Guðrunarson

More to be announced.

Non Human Species Descriptions: To be developed.

Relation to other Factions:

  • New Hayastan - When the High King granted the peninsula that would become New Hayastan to Artazvad and his refugees, the Red Knot Clan viewed the newcomers as unworthy upstarts. It had no intention of sharing the coast with a foreign people who had done nothing to earn its place in the Isles. However, trade with New Hayastan proved to be profitable and many foreign influences were adapted to Debensfelder life. The clan has not and will likely never fully embrace its neighbor's culture, but it tolerates its existence - for now.
  • The Stonecutter Clan - TBD

To be developed.

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Volksingen Proper, Vlaanburg Electorates

Olov looked down at the broken body beneath him. Blood pooled into the crevices of the stones at his feet, softly reflecting the light of the dim torch on the wall. Olov could hear his shallow breathing. The man yet lived, although the flesh had been torn from his body in places, and a crimson gash ran from his lips to either ear. If he screamed from the pain, he’d tear his cheeks apart. His treatment had evidently not been gentle.
At the other side of the room a tall figure organized and cleaned blades over a small table.

“What did you learn?” the Elector asked.

“Nothing of value,” the man answered, looking up from his work. His head was shaved to the scalp, and like Olov, his features were gaunt, predatory.
“Says he was given a few grams of mithril powder. Used it to outfit his little company.”

“By whom? Nobody just gives mithril away, Vroz.” Olov said with dissatisfaction. Vroz shrugged and turned away from his tools, leaning against the cell bars.

“That’s the problem. Wouldn’t - or couldn’t say a name. Tried everything I knew to get it out of him. He said the donation was given by an anonymous party. Didn’t know who they were, but they were none too fond of the Archon, either. Foreigners, probably.”

“Who’s the bigger fool?” Olov asked, “The man who funds a hopeless revolt or the one who leads it?” After a pause, “Not a very substantial report to take to the Archon.”

“I extracted what I could,” Vroz replied with a wave of his hand. “This man was an idiot with grand ideas, rushing into a situation he didn’t understand. That’s how I see it.” The tall vampire slid the last of his implements into a leather sheath.

“Very well,” Olov sighed. “Do with him what you wish. But this mithril business doesn’t sit right with me. I’ll contact the minister of finance. See if he can dig up a trail. Make yourself available in the meantime. I might need you again soon.”

“As you command,” Vroz said with a nod of his head. Olov gathered his robes and existed the cell. As he retreated down the corridor, he could hear a nauseating tearing sound and the flow of fluid behind him.

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A collab with @Goldeagle1221

Bergen Proper, Vlaanburg Electorates

“My Archon,” a steward declared, voice fluttering with embellished syllables, “the representative of Princess Abigail d'Montigue, Duchess of Kamwell, and soon to be Queen of Lynnfaire.” Archon Vorren nodded to the Lynnfarish emissary, gesturing the man closer to the throne. Vorren sat regally, clad in rich silk robes with a golden band atop his head. He looked more an emperor than he did an elected official. From the ceiling hung banners of previous Archons, a long line of Primordial-blooded vampires. Vorren’s attendants and other members of Vlaanburg’s court sat at attendance, all gaunt, pale-skinned figures that flashed rows of fangs as they whispered amongst themselves.

Luis swallowed hard as he stepped forward; this was not the court he was used to. Not the court of normal people with rosy cheeks. Nevertheless, he stepped with a steady gait befitting his station and bent in a measured bow before the vampire seated before him.

“His Archon of Vlaanburg,” Luis addressed the intimidating figure before him, “I bring the favor of Queen Abigail with me, and an offer of marriage.”

His message was short, but every word caused his heart to leap, each with resting importance that could alter the very world. He bowed his head, “a marriage between his Archon of Vlaanburg and Her Majesty of Lynnfaire.”

Hushed whispers befell the hall, but a wave of the Archon’s hand silenced them. Vorren raised an eyebrow. “A marriage?” he echoed. “Between Her Majesty and myself? I… trust that this is strictly political?”

“Of course, his Archon, purely of politics. It has been many a century since the treaty of eternal peace, it is only her wish to finally cement the sisters Lynnfaire and Vlaanburg in perpetual alliance and care. Her Majesty is in no need of an heir or sire, but wishes herself a marriage to promote only unity.” Luis bowed his head humbly.

“Of course,” Vorren said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “It would mean a great deal to me to solidify the alliance between our nations in this manner.” He turned his attention to those in attendance. “Speak. What say you of this marriage?” A moment passed before a well-groomed vampire stood, straightening his coat and raising a palm to Luis.

“I love a good wedding,” he sang, “but what of the succession crisis in Lynnfaire? I do not call Princess Abigail’s motives into question, but is she not busy subduing Duke William?” A few voices chorused in agreement.

“Where does Vlaanburg stand in this?” another voice asked. “Does Her Majesty expect us to fight on her behalf?”

“Certainly not,” Luis answered respectfully, “with a diet called, William without Rylea and the possibility of joining the kingdoms in unity, Abigail is nigh guaranteed succession to late King Edward, may he have found the mist.”

More whispers. Another palm from the Archon quelled them. “It does my heart good to hear such news,” Vorren said cheerfully. “Extend my best wishes to Her Majesty at the diet. As for the matter of marriage…” Vorren tapped his fingers together. “I see no reason to decline. I'm sure all of us wish to cement the bond between the Electorates and the Kingdom of Lynnfaire,” he said, glancing at the court. Heads nodded, voices muttered.

“She wishes for it to be as soon as possible, and she also wishes to discuss the matter of inheritance and longevity personally. Let it be known though that her stance is to keep the two kingdoms as they are geographically and that there will be no encroaching on the other's holdings through the bond. Strictly, well, political.” Luis bowed his head, “a symbol of bond.”

“Excellent. We will be wed at Her Majesty’s convenience. Strictly politically,” he said with a fanged smirk.
Woah, posting already? Feels like we've hardly collab'ed on anything yet - faction relations, history, political/social hierarchy, religion, even geographic locations haven't been nailed down.
I don't think that the meat of the NS is incompatible with the setting. But I suppose I can see your point in that there isn't any mention of where the Duchy falls in the hierarchy or society of the Great Clans.
I’m not trying to rock the boat here but Dutchy hardly seems in keeping with the “wild” and “Norse” theme of the RP...


...while norse-inspired, we shouldn't feel particularly limited by that in creating the setting.

I'd like to say in advance that I'd prefer to inhabit a warmer region of the Isles. Just for logistics, in case we get to map placement and I'm still writing a sheet.
Solamelike, Wyrm and Voltus are also now gone


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