The people of the North are not known as seafaring folk. We love the forests above all; they provide for us, and our Gods live there. We love the green of the leaves and the rough browns and grays of the bark. The ocean blue is foreign to us. Few dare to venture out onto the seas, home of strange creatures and of Gods who are not our own. Most Northmen would be satisfied to spend all of their lives on land, never letting a drop of ocean water touch their skin.
But times of war call for brave deeds. When their King ordered the construction of a mighty navy, the Northmen came. When he asked for volunteers to crew those ships, the Northmen stepped forward in droves. And when their King at last ordered the fleet into a battle against the southron enemies, the Northmen cheered and whipped themselves into a frenzy.
The battle is long and bloody, but the North earns its first major victory upon the high seas. King Domeric is confident that it will not be their last.