Settlement:Hammerfell

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**Hammerfell**
*A village like any other*
Mayor
Size 10 Village
Krelos
Population
Unknown
Allies
Kyara Whosville Vallhalla Independent Settlers Fort Mole Rivendell
Enemies
Unknown

The history of the town of Hammerfell

One of the oldest towns in Wurm, Hammerfell had its roots as an unofficial satellite of Whosville. After the fall of WV however, the people of Hammerfell struck out as their own entity. Settling in a narrow valley, we founded a small village and named it Pit because of the location and its mining effort. But the town of Pit was short lived. After a betrayal from within Pit met its destruction and we began searching for a new home. After exploring vast lands, Krelos led us to our home in the mountains. Here we grew in size and power and gained a reputation as some of the greatest road builders. But it was not meant to last.

The great cataclysm struck and all that was ceased to be. We found ourselves in a new land of virgin forests and fierce trolls. It was in this place we finally took the name Hammerfell and grew into a great city. Peace was foreign to this land and raiders roamed free across the world. It was during a time of peace, declared by the gods themselves, that the raiders struck at us. They escaped with such stealth that even the servants of the gods did not see them as they emptied our storehouses of gold. Outraged at the gods indifference to this crime against their decree, we struck back at them in full force and crippled their base of operations. Or so we thought. Over the next few months reports of new attack began to come in. Eventually entire towns were destroyed and many survivors sought refuge with us, telling stories of terrifying warriors who could not be hurt.

In the end we too were assaulted by this mysterious force. They bled out of the forest near Hammerfell and walked toward the walls with steady complacency. Shouts went up and our warriors went out to meet them as the archers climbed the wall. When they reached our men we realised why they were invulnerable. They were the very same raiders we had slain many months before, now walking dead and unable to die a second time. Though there was far fewer of them, they quickly overwhelmed our force and made for the walls even as they were filled with arrows. All seemed lost and we were forced to flee the city with what we could carry. From a hilltop some kilometers away we could see the fires burning Hammerfell to the ground and sending a column of smoke into the clouds. All we had known for so long, destroyed in a single night. We also learned that our close neighbors and allies, Daargard and Asgard, had met the same fate that night.

Those who had the desire to rebuild returned to the city several days later. The long process had barely begun however when a messenger from the gods came. He told us that soon all would be remade, all that was lost would be regained and we would be taken to a new world. That night we went to sleep in our ruined city but woke atop a hill in a place we did not know.

Some of us chose to reject violence utterly and founded the Abbey of Lhasa. Others wanted to learn the dark ways and gain the power that we had seen in the undead. Still others wanted to pursue a peaceful life, much as they had always known. And so for many years, Hammerfell ceased to be. But now our return is at hand and we will raise up a great kingdom, united by the banner of Hammerfell. A kingdom of strength and honor, standing against the darkness that creeps out from the Black Altar.

New Citizens are always welcome, but be warned, thieves will not be tolerated. We are a very laid back, helpful and friendly community. Come check us out!