The kingdom of Stonemarch was a hearty one, during the winter the land tended to be covered in a blanket of snow, and most of the lakes tended to freeze over. During summer those same lands thaw out creating new life. Winter was a time of hardship for the humans; it was a time when the crops died out and the frail died.
The winter wasn’t liked by many, not much food was harvested in winter instead the common people had to rely mostly on savings. Excess was grown during the warmer seasons to last over winter. The nobles and the fortunate were less dampened as they were able to afford more luxuries, and their clothes tended to be warmer. Their houses tended to be built to be warmer.
Yes, to the human's Winter was a cruel season.
But if humans had anything it was their fortitude, they could not use magic that the elves had, they lacked the brutish strength and durability that the Orcs had and they lacked the prodigious craftsmanship that Dwarves had honed.
Yet the humans survived.
The land of Stonemarch lacked magical energy or at least its magical energy was faint. Too weak to be used by any creature unless it was done through dark, horrific means. For the most part, humans didn’t need it, the creatures of Stonemarch learned to survive. Humans banded together and fought together. They fought through the cold to get supplies; they build castled kingdoms to survive together.
What was once a small settlement was turned into a village, which became a town. Before finally the kingdom of Stonemarch was built. The human race became one of the strongest, not through the ability to use magic, not through mechanical marvels but instead through unity.
Their past isn’t without its skeletons, however.
