Stavanger Bay it is a common fault

perhaps, kjalarr allows, unable to recall after so many years, what had been the point that had driven its original iteration to depart the bay, relocate and rebrand to moonspear. perhaps his father's death? perhaps charon's rule? it did not matter now. that was so far into the past. the storms can be a bit harrowing when they come off the sea. but there was plenty of places to take shelter should it be called for.

kjalarr offers a soft smile. there several festivals celebrated thru the year that i would like to perhaps implement, but they are tired to the gods of my people. the northman takes a soft breath, brow furrowing slightly as he considers. i have yet to decide how to strike a balance between my beliefs and not imposing them upon those who join the bay that do not wish to be apart of them. though the simple answer was to make participation non-mandatory.

all the same, he is not terribly worried about it yet. that was a bridge to cross at a later date. as it stood, there was no guarantee. no promise that this revived stavanger bay would even come to fruition.