“The Norvund do not fear death, but death fears the Norvund” – ancient Norvund Proverb.
From the cold frontier wastes of Norvlund, the Norvund are a fearsome people who centuries ago began raiding the coast of the Mainland – taking everything they could find and killing all who stood against them. They believe it is the natural order of things for the strong to dominate the weak… and everyone outside “The Pack” is weak.
They prefer rare (or raw) red meat and live for the hunt. Norvund LOVE to drink. All the time. Ale especially. Despite their excessive drinking, they are productive people and approach work with the same relentless ferocity they employ on the battlefield. Norvund do not value humor, and are known for being dead serious, even grumpy, at the happiest (and drunkest) of occasions.
The Norvund also don’t believe in social grace or delicacy. If they have a problem with you, they will say it to your face…two inches from your face. Though the Norvund are an extremely loyal Pack society, they do not consider blood a necessity for belonging. Children of defeated people are absorbed into the pack (if they show a fighting spirit) and are raised as Norvund. Because of this, there is a sizable minority of Norvund who are of diverse descent, including Orcs, Humans, and even Elves.
Norvund believe a glorious death in battle guarantees passage into the next life, and potentially a spot in the great battle, Vangarok. Because of this, every Norvund, deep in their heart longs to face the greatest of warriors on the field of battle – win or lose, they are satisfied in the glory of facing a worthy opponent.