The land of Kislev bears a unique magic not found anywhere else in the world: Ice Magic, also known as the Lore of Ice. Countless generations of Kislevites have fought, bled, and died in the snowy tundra of those harsh northern lands, and it is thanks to these brave Kislevite warriors that the Kingdoms of Men have managed to flourish in the south, huddled together in their warm and safe homes, whilst the Sons of Kislev fight till they draw their last dying breath. It is a kingdom that sits forever at the brink of total annihilation. Since the founding of this mighty kingdom, Kislev has been under siege by the murderous Hordes of Chaos. Ruled by a mighty Tzar, Kislev is a nation born from the saddle, the ancestry of the the country's two main ethnic groups (Gospodars, who are more common in the south and in cities, and Ungols who are more common on the frontiers) can both be traced to the mighty horse-warriors of the Eastern Steppes many millennia ago. The inhabitants of Kislev are these very same people, a race of wolf-tough and self-reliant warriors, valiant and determined in the defense of their homeland against the hated marauders of the uppermost North. Only the strongest, most determined people can survive here. Overall, the climate is harsh and unforgiving, winters are long and dark. Heading north, Kislev becomes increasinly cold and barren, before ending somewhere in the marshy tundra of Troll Country. In the south, the climate is somewhat milder, allowing wide-scale farming, although winters are still bitterly cold. Kislev is a land covered in wide-open steppes, deep taiga forest, and thundering icy rivers. Lonely villages stand isolated in the empty wilderness, while 3 mighty cities (Kislev, Erengrad and Praag) rise from the landscape like great islands of stone.
From the Worlds Edge Mountains to the East and the Sea of Claws in the West, Kislev stands at the very frontiers of Human civilisation. The Kingdom of Kislev, sometimes known as the Realm of the Ice Queen, is the most northerly Human civilisation within the Old World, a powerful and war-driven nation that is known far and wide for having some of the greatest horsemen to ever roam the plains of the southern realms. Vitalia Kovash, Kislevite Winged Lancer Look down on us? You should get on your knees and thank us every day!" But for the courage that flows in our veins would your lands be theirs. " You look down on us and think we are little better than barbarians, but you should be glad we are, for without us here, the northern tribes would be dining on the flesh of your children in your burning homes.
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