In the frozen heart of the Southern Great Steppe, where winter's icy grip had transformed the land into a vast, snow-covered expanse, the warriors of the Brolgadhr tribe is preparing for a daring raid.
These were no ordinary preparations, but a meticulously orchestrated means of survival, warfare, and tradition that had been perfected over countless generations.
The warriors, their breath visible in the frigid air, moved with a sense of purpose that belied the harsh conditions.
Their horses, stout and sturdy, were as much a part of this war party as the riders themselves.
Each animal is adorned with expertly crafted leather barding, emblazoned with the tribal insignia—a fierce, snarling wolf.
Aeryon did not yet formalized his own banner but for now, he uses the wolf as his symbols.
The weapons of these warriors were their lifelines.
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