Sleat is known as the snow desert of the north. Large winds roll over this land bringing along snow crystals as sharp as icicles. Sleat is a large singular igloo, dug down into the permafrost. The fierce warriors of Sleat are known for their fighting, raw charisma and democracy. Poetry, music and arguments are the fuel that heats the hearts of these fine warriors, their tongues are sharpened by negotiations and duels against their foes.
Sleat has many decoy igloo entrances scattered around the area, to confuse the many enemies they have made throughout their history. The population has battled for survival against great foes like the hail giants, yeti, openrib-orcs and legion of arctic terror. Each foe is entangled in a web of hate, previous treachery and sore losses. While animosities remain, Sleat has gained some of these foes as unlikely allies during many grand wars. Most credit these unlikely bonds to the well versed diplomats of Sleat.
Jarl Chriserom Derdeson clings to the title of ''descendant of a previous Lærer Kønigr' for dear life. His inability to win a battle by the sword hasn't kept him from winning everybody's heart. He lowers enemies will to fight by turning battles into arguments. Yet if he desires to become the next Kønigr of Sleat he must win his first actual battle.
These giants are the crossbreed of cloud and frost giants, they are keen warriors that know how to shape the land for ambushes and warfare. Their houses are build from mist and large bricks of ice, but somehow they resemble the architecture of Lysmånian houses.
Hail giants are amazing jumpers and don't feel the pain of falling. They initiate battle by closing in without being spotted before falling on top of the strongest fighter.
The southern fjords near Sleat are full of yeti huts made on an odd angle overlooking the waters. They are still savage creatures that have only just started forming a language that sounds like a strong dialect of undercommon. Fish and walruses are their primary source of food as Yeti are able to make nets out of almost anything.
These orcs are worse than any other orc, they can't be spoken to, bribed or pleaded with. They will hunt any creature that has a heartbeat until they are silenced. An aberration of the Violet Vortex has made contact with them and ever since they desire the destruction of society. They wield rough clothing made from hide and carry no weapons, they use their claws and ribs to grapple enemies and keep them restrained.