Established October 25th, 2014
The Land:
"Behold the northern province of Skyrim, cold and rugged. Climb any one of it's icy peaks and you'll quickly realize why this Old Kingdom is considered the Throat of the World. Skyrim's pine covered peaks holds four out of the five highest mountains in Tamriel, making it a land kissed by sky. To the uninformed outsider, Skyrim only conjures images of snow and mud, and while there is truth in this, it's citizens know Skyrim as a land of breathtaking vistas, mighty rivers, and above all, a place of proving. It is a land where heroes are made, crafted in the harshness of the land's embrace. To know Skyrim, is to know it's people."
The Vision:
Our vision is an ode to the Five-Hundred Companions. Though not all of us were born of the North, within each chest beats the heart of a true Nord. In the tradition of our forebears, we leave politics and power struggles to others. We are arbitrators of honor, defenders of Nord culture, and fierce protectors of the independence of the harsh, hostile beauty that is our homeland. We do not bow and we do not follow for the ordering. We Companions are free to come and go as we wish - to determine our own destiny! The only thing that binds us to our Shield-Brothers and Sisters is our honor and our shared vision. With no true leader since the days of Ysgramor, we instead look to a circle of advisors to show the way, and guide the younger generations, in the tradition of Ysgramor’s circle in the days of the Return. Therefore, prestige and respect are gained by the efforts each member puts forth and earns through merit, not by the arbitrary decisions of a single leader. We put hearth and folk above personal gain or power and adhere to a code of honor. This is the Atmoran way - the Nord way. The Hammer of Atmora rises, held once more in Nordic hands, ready to hammer down the nails of our industry, to crush the skulls of our enemies, to shatter the chains of oppression and dispel unwanted influence from our pristine landscapes. Together, we stand in equality with other like-minded folk from all walks and lands, bound together in our wish to live with honor and die well. Equal offerings of blood. Equal say in council. Equal share of spoils. One saga - to echo through time.
Our Meadhall:
Nestled into the mountain range between The Rift and Eastmarch, we hail from around the area of Shor's Stone and Fallowstone Hall - home of The Companions. Those who hold Skyrim within their hearts are always welcome to stop by for a tankard of mead, or two, or three! Or just wander by to enjoy the serenity of the grounds which is open to the public. The various shrines, dedicated to the original Five Hundred Companions, mingle with the natural tranquility of the autumnal landscape. Even though some of the shrines now lay in ruin, there is a tangible sereneness here, making it a place perfect for contemplation and deep reflection. Unfortunately, the Fallowstone Vaults, which served as a museum and mortuary for the Companions, as well as the former resting place of Ysgramor's legendary Wuuthrad ax, are currently in ruin.
Our Guild Hall:
Ushering in a new chapter in their saga, the Companions of the Hammer of Atmora departed from their humble beginnings among the Companions of Fallowstone and struck out to construct a mead hall of their own in the summer of 2E 585. This hilltop bastion now serves as the Hammer of Atmora’s central garrison. Well stocked and fortified the grandiose Hall brims with relics and trophies of triumphs past; each Companion contributing to the honor and glory displayed by the abundant treasures housed within. The sacred barrow upon the grounds of the Hall serves both as a shrine to the original Five Hundred Companions, as well as a resting place for those who paid the ultimate price in protecting the “land kissed by sky”.
Recruitment:
The Hammer of Atmora is a Companions themed medium roleplay guild that also takes part in PvE and PvP game content. Recruitment for the Hammer of Atmora is on a case by case basis. Please visit our {public forum here} to view our Charter and IC/OOC Code of Conduct. (Accepting 18+ and non vampires)
(Ysgramor Approves!)
Longing eyes turn into the sun
Low in the winter
Grey as a wolf now the wind has come
Cold as a hunter
Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
Hail to the hammer, Hail to the hammer
Narrow eyes turn against the wind
Out from the ocean
Until the day when we sail again
Life is a long pain
Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
Hail to the hammer, Hail to the hammer
To the goddess* of thunder
The goddess* protecting us all
All hail to the giant hunter
And hail to the forces of nature all
Ride across the sky, thunder roll and lightning fly
Gone is the summer
What will keep us warm in the winter
Tales of those who died, sword in hand in times gone by
Hail to the hammer, Hail to the hammer,
Hail to the hammer, Hail to the hammer
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