Before the loss of their ancestral wood, the Sigrun village was peaceful. Calm, quiet, and at harmony with nature. But invaders and terrors came, nearly wiping the village from the face of the star. They kept coming even as they migrated to new grounds. The village began to change. Gone were the days of peace. Instead, they sought new challenges. Training, scouring the wood over for those who could make them strong. Even the workings and teachings within the village changed. Rituals that were meant to make their sisters and brothers stronger. Secrets that changed the pack into proud, fierce warriors.They sat near the border of Golmore jungle, finding refuge on the front lines. Transforming themselves into a warlike and violent sect of viera. They would never forget what the hyur of old had done to their original homelands. They vowed to be a sanguine shield, to never allow it to happen again. Responding to every trespass with blood and glory. Victory after victory.When Dalmasca fell, celebration of its demise howled through the jungle. But those calls, filled with hope and joy, soon turned to the beating of the drums of war. A new foe had arrived. Three-eyed freaks with no ability to shape and bend the mist. But they were a fierce and respectable adversary that challenged even the Sigrun village.A few years ago, the winds changed. A mysterious figure offered information to the Sigruns, more valuable than an elder dragon's weight in gold. The Garleans had a new facility. A wretched lab of experiments. And a weapon so powerful, it could annihilate many villages in just a few moments. All from the comfort and safety of their Castrum.A great council was called. The Modir and Bone Caster spoke of what was to come. What had to be done. Each member of the village, regardless of sex, was given two pebbles. One of stark white, cast to choose exile, to sacrifice their life for all. The other, a dark stone, to be cast if one chose to do nothing but wait for the hammer to fall.

Not a single black pebble was cast into the pot that night. A unanimous decision was made. The Sigruns would sacrifice themselves, to protect the rest of their brethren. Those who could not fight - the infirmed, the untrained, and kits - were sent away to other villages, with a message:We go now to our deaths, knowing our family far and wide will be safe. Celebrate our victory, and do not mourn us. We do this so all of you can live beautiful lives and the wood will be protected. With love in our hearts, we give all we can for you. Be glorious our brothers and sisters.The battle was brutal. Weeks of the enemy slowly pushing their way through the lines, taking more and more territory. Many viera were wiped out. Some by Garlean soldiers and their magitek. Others in the massive explosion that covered several malms of land. In the end, the few viera who remained stood over the crater left behind. Victorious.After the battle was won, the Sigruns were left with only exile. Leaving their homeland behind, the Sigruns began to roam. Exploring the star led them to a new way of life. A nomadic one, inspired by the Xaela of the Steppe. They accepted the changes they had to in order to survive. But the fierce qualities they were known for yet remained.

Bonecaster

An oracle to her people, the bonecaster is the most prestigious rank one can achieve. But not all viera women have the skills or desire to become one. Though her wisdom and guidance is often sought, the viera who holds this position must give up her family and life among the village and live a solitary life. This position only goes to the females of the clan.

Modir

The mother, the matriarch, the ruler of the clan. This position only goes to females of the clan. It is not often passed down through a bloodline, often the current Modir picks a viera who they feel exhibits the best interest of the village and trains them to one day take her place. The also are the one responsible for the clans hearthstone.

Hövding

The generals, field leaders, those the others look to for direction in battle and defense. They must prove themselves worthy of this position through a trail that has claimed many lives. At current there are two of these among the viera, and since the mass exile, the clan has allowed a male to fill this position.

Vakt

Within the Sigrun village, the warden title was a special position offered to few viera. They are those tasked with keeping the peace within the village, investigating any disturbances, and guarding the Modir. This position is granted by the Modir herself.

Wood Warder

Once a position for the men, and a choice for a few women, they lived outside the village. Our first line of defense, the protector of our borders. While we kept the name, their duties have changed. We all live together, and the Warders are still our frontline, or defense. Our warriors.

Salve Maker

Another position that had to change with our mass exile. Our salve makers are those who remain within our camps, women and now men who take care of us. They provide our meals, tend to our wounds. They are the glue that holds us together, but make no mistake, they are every bit as fierce as our warders.

Kit

The young, those who have not yet gone through puberty, or had their genders revealed. Though sometimes if a kit has not picked a place or station within the tribe and lazes about this title can often remain until they can prove themselves worthy of a place within this clan.

Svek

These are the outsiders, those not of the village or viera, this term is often used in a derogatory in nature when spoke. Now, it is also a term for those outsiders to know they have started to earn some measure of respect often the Sigrun clan will stop the use of this term.

The Branded

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Respect and protect nature, the star is a gift, and we do nothing to bring her harm.We live as one now, brothers and sisters alike. No more will clan be separated.

Reclaim what was ours, those things and people taken from us.We are a part of the greater world of the greater world now, learn from our neighbors, respect their ways of lives, laws, and territories.

Protect each other, and all viera. Male or female, Rava or Veena, if one of ours is in danger we shall act as the shield.Work always to better yourselves and the clan.