Among the civilizations of Viddheim the human kingdoms are the youngest yet one of the strongest.
The humans begun as a primitive people, barely more sophisticated than beasts. They hailed from the north, living in caves and hunting with spears.
As man spread and grew in numbers the elves turned their eyes to these new inhabitants which settled in the lands under their watch. Intrigued, the elves eventually reached their hands out to this young race, granting them their protection as well as mentoring them, allowing their vast potential to grow and prosper. Wisest and most benevolent among men was Durfas. He became king among men, uniting man under a single banner.
In time King Durfas led mankind to seek their own greatness. They migrated to all the corners of the world, settled and flourished. They were a single, strong people. But peace did not last for long.
Death is the fate of all men, no matter their greatness. Before long even King Durfas was claimed. With the death of their beloved father his three sons took leadership over his people. They each took hold over equal parts of the kingdom.
Derfur the noble, his eldest son, claimed the east.
Borfin the great, his middleborn, journeyed to the merciless North.
Sigmar the fair, his youngest, settled at the western coast.
For many years the kingdom continued to bloom. Derfur continued his father’s legacy by building great cities of stone as testaments of mans glory, Borfin raised a strong and numerous people in the north and Sigmar made his people prosperous by making his people one of trade, both by sea and land. The three kings reigned with wisdom and goodness.
Many generations later things begun to change, however.
The hearts of men have always been capricious. In time their pride turned to arrogance, their valour turned to greed and they turned to conquest.
The descendant of Borfin, King Haldarg, glared to the east in envy. As his people struggled during the increasingly harsh winters of the north the eastern kingdom thrived and grew rich in their gentle climate. In time he decided that these unfair conditions could not keep on.
King Haldarg launched an attack to the east, cutting through the east like an axe through timber. Man turned on man, villages were burned. King Eradun, the eastern ruler at that time, watched in disbelief. Eradun immediately tried to reason with Haldarg but could find none. He sent for help from their sister kingdom of the west, but none was heeded. The west fled the war, being occupied by deadly diseases spreading among their kind.
Bitterly Eradun sent his armies against Haldargs.
The war waged on for many, many years. Uncountable lives were lost. Viddheim was stained with blood.
The northern warriors were stronger and better trained than the eastern soldiers, mercilessly cutting their way through. However, as the war went on, the east found advantage in their far superior resources. While the northern armies wore leather and swung great axes the soldiers of the east donned themselves in plate and handled crossbows. The east travelled on horses and carried sufficient ransoms while the north struggled to keep their armies fed. For every soldier the east lost two new seemed to replace him.
In time the north was beaten back.
When the north was quenched the northern king was executed and his people were sent to exile further north. They never regained a single ruler after that, dividing the north into many tribes. The western people are avoided since the war, seen as deserters and cowards after their passivity during the war.
Mankind has stood divided ever since.