A hostile land of warring petty kingdoms, the one feared bands of raiders have lost little of their potency in the centuries since they conquers these lands.
What they lack in unity, they make up for in ruthlessness. Whole warbands of Havarrs will pillage their neighbours mercilessly at the slightest provocation.
Centuries ago, the legendary King Havar the Lame led his people, the Havarran, across the treacherous seas to the fertile shores of what would one day be known as Havarrlan. The Havarran were a seafaring people, fierce and cunning, who had long terrorized the coastlines with their swift ships and brutal raids. But as their numbers grew and their hunger for land deepened, King Havar made a fateful decision: to leave behind the life of a marauder and carve out a permanent kingdom in this new, bountiful land.
The region they set their sights on was inhabited by an ancient elven civilization, the Elarathi, whose magic and wisdom had shaped the land for millennia. Undeterred by the mystical prowess of the elves, King Havar led his warriors in a series of brutal campaigns, displacing the native inhabitants and seizing their lands. The elves, though powerful, were no match for the relentless Havarran, who overwhelmed them with sheer numbers and a relentless drive to claim the land as their own.
With the Elarathi driven deep into the forests and mountains, King Havar established his throne in the heart of the conquered territory, founding the kingdom of Havarrlan. He built a capital, Havarhold, atop the ruins of an ancient elven city, imbuing it with both the grandeur of his people and the lingering magic of the fallen elves.
For generations, the descendants of King Havar ruled Havarrlan, expanding its borders and solidifying their control over the land. However, the kingdom's prosperity would eventually sow the seeds of its downfall. Upon the death of King Havar III, the kingdom passed to his three sons: Valdrik, Eirik, and Sovryn. Each claimed a portion of their father's realm, leading to the division of Havarrland into three separate petty kingdoms: Wesvarria in the west, Norvarria in the north, and Southvarria in the south.
This division, while meant to preserve peace among the brothers, instead sparked an era of bitter rivalry and bloodshed. The three kingdoms, each seeking to outdo the others, fell into a cycle of warfare and betrayal. The once-united Havarrlan was torn apart by the ambitions of its rulers, with each petty kingdom vying for supremacy over the others.
As the kingdoms of Wesvarria, Norvarria, and Southvarria waged their wars, a powerful neighbor rose to the east: the Kingdom of Galdoria. Seeing the fractured state of Havarrland, the Galdorian kings began to exert influence over the three petty kingdoms, turning them into little more than puppet states. The proud descendants of Havar were forced to bow to foreign rule, their once-great kingdom reduced to a vassal state.
For a time, Havarrlan languished under Galdorian control, its people yearning for the days of unity and strength. However, the Galdorian Empire was not immune to the forces of time and decay. The Fall belighted the kingdom and fatally crippled it.
With the fall of Galdoria, the kingdoms of Wesvarria, Norvarria, and Southvarria saw an opportunity to reclaim their lost glory. Old rivalries flared anew, and the three kingdoms plunged once more into war. For 500 years, the land of Havarrland has known little but conflict, as the petty kings continue their struggle for dominance, each seeking to unite the realm under their own banner.
Yet, despite the centuries of bloodshed, none have succeeded in restoring the kingdom to its former glory. The land is scarred by endless battles, the people divided by ancient feuds, and the memory of King Haver the Lame fades with each passing generation. The dream of a united Havarrlan remains just that—a dream, distant and elusive, as the cycle of war continues to turn.