Vos

The Land of Long Nights. Vos is a cold and barren country; the land below the creeping glaciers is home to little more than lichen, and there are no great herds to match those of the Stormlands.

The Vosiri are clearly distinct from their southern neighbors; taller, with dark skin and slanting eyes. Vosiri legend holds that they originated in the Seris valley, but were displaced by migrations from the east. The Vosiri speak their own language and worship a sky goddess along with numberless lesser spirits. They do not believe in any afterlife or soul, but use ancient family chants to remember their dead.

Most Vosiri make their home on the coast, fishing the long bay and growing a little during the short summer. Wealthier clans commonly keep a breed of woolly cattle as well. On the slopes of the dragonmounts to the west of the Highgate, there is an icy wood, the Forest of Silence; a few hunters stalk these woods for furs to sell in the south. Others, brave or foolish, search the mountains for the rich tombs of the Cold Ones, an ancient and evil race of sorcerers.