

2 Óir Starrfhiacail by ElderonEldar, on Flickr
The Highland village of Óir Starrfhiacail (Gold Fang in Gaelic) is located in the Airgid Corónaigh mountains in the North of Lenfald, home of the Faolstarff clan. The mountains hold a tough and hard to mine ore which can be mended and smelted to make Fangsteel. Tougher than common steel and it’s known to last hundreds of years without corroding or showing signs of rust. Although to get hold of such a weapon you must make the journey to one of the clans yourself, they will not sell them on markets, for you must prove yourself worthy to wield such a magnificent sword. Blacksmiths take great care of forging the sword and make sure that the cool mountain air strengthens the blade, as can be seen here (snake smoke credit to Strombringer):

3 Kids practicing from the clans of the north. by ElderonEldar, on Flickr
The clan-leader is called Athair and holds the highest house next to the alchemist. He is mostly a veteran on the battlefield and knows how to wield his Fangsteel sword. Pictured here is Athair Whodyn Faolstarff :

7 Athair Whodyn Faolstarff , clanleader. by ElderonEldar, on Flickr
My hero, Velaryon of Strongborough, has travelled to the north of Lenfald to purchase his own Fangsteel longsword.

11 Velaryon has purchased a Fangsteel Longsword. by ElderonEldar, on Flickr
Deiros: “So now you’ve got your fangsteel longsword, can we finally go south?”
Velaryon: “Yes you impatient loreesi…”
Faylúna: “Uhm you guys, who are they?”
Deiros: “judging by the banner, I think they’re your friends Velaryon.”
Velaryon: “That’s my uncle Vysarion. And with him the master at arms Owain Breakspear and most of the Strongborian Guard.”

12 by ElderonEldar, on Flickr
Vysarion: “Velaryon, your father commands you to return home. He says that, as heir of Strongborough, you should not go on these foolish and childish adventures. If you don’t return with us you will be disowned. We have a horse ready for you, so come on, let’s go home.”

13 by ElderonEldar, on Flickr
Velaryon: “Dear Uncle, I have made it clear to my father that I choose not to reign, when he should pass away. I think my brother Vyncent would be a more righteous and just heir of Strongborough, as I have told my father many times. I just feel that my life isn’t meant to be locked behind the gates of Strongborough. There is so much more in this world that interests me and attracts me. No, I’m afraid you’ll have to disappoint my father, uncle.”

14 by ElderonEldar, on Flickr
Vysarion: “This is your final answer, Velaryon? Are you sure?”
Velaryon: “Yes, I couldn’t be more sure if it.”
Vysarion: “Than I hope we will meet again, in better times. I bid you farewell Velaryon, son of lord Vyctarion of Strongborough, and blood of my blood, I promise you, you shall not be forgotten.”
Velaryon: “Thank you uncle and we will meet again, I swear upon my life. And uncle? Tell mother that I will be coming back. You haven’t seen the last of me, I assure you that!”
And so ends the story of Velaryon heir of Strongborough, and begins the tale of Velaryon, free man and adventurer.
So this was my village, more pictures can be found on my Flickr account, by clicking on one of the pictures. Hope you like and I hope it will rake in another two points

greetings,
Elderon