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The Siege of Stormkeep: When Orcs besieged the coastal fortress of Stormkeep, Njord unleashed a week-long tempest. Waves battered the walls, lightning shattered siege towers, and only those defenders proven in battle earned spared lives. The story ends with the surviving knights swearing oaths under thunder to never yield.
The Trial of the Roaring Shore: A rite of passage for warriors and sailors. They stand on the high cliffs as storms surge around them. Those who hold steady and return victorious are said to have Njord’s grit; those who falter are cast out — literally washed away by the returning tide. Those that fail are said to rise as 'The Drowned' - an undead creature bound to some Njord for eternity.
Festival of the Wrathwind: On the equinoxes, massive bonfires are lit along the coasts. Those that build these fires test their skill at keeping the fires alight during the storm. A blessing is said to be received - the Storm Kiss - by any who keep their watchfires going until dawn.

Storm & Fury: Njord commands lightning, roaring winds, and crushing waves. Sailors dread and respect his presence: appease him, and he grants safe passage; defy him, and ships vanish in whirlpools.
Anger & Resolve: In his rage, Njord symbolizes both the destructive and galvanizing power of anger. He punishes those weak of conviction and empowers those who channel rage into action.

Power & Meritocracy

Beneath the tempest-scorched ruins of an ancient lighthouse, sailors whisper that those struck by lightning during the “Oath of the Eye” — swearing unwavering resolve mid-storm — gain Njord’s silent favor. Their vision sharpens, able to peer through storm veils and spotting distant foes or hidden coves invisible to others. Yet, with each whisper of power, a sliver of their humanity fades, replaced by the distant roar of thunder echoing in their minds.
In the sunken Forging Fane of Njord, master smiths brave drowned ruins during neap tides. When the sea is unnaturally calm — a stillness that only Njord grants — they forge weapons in seawater and lightning. The resulting blades hum with storm-song: they can crackle with electricity in battle, call forth a gust when waved, or part raging waters with a strike. But to wield such power is to court Njord’s wrath—should the weapon’s storm flicker out, the bearer is doomed to drown in a sudden storm of the god’s making.
A secret sect of shieldmaidens draped in fragments of the Stormcloak once gathered during the Festival of the Wrathwind. By weaving thunderstrands from the cloak into their armor, they became Aegis of the Gale: shields that absorb lightning and release it in a titanic burst, or that conjure gale-force winds that hurl foes aside. Surviving members are said to carry the scent of ozone and the taste of salt on their skin — and their hearts beat with the pulse of a gathering storm.