Ættaðr

Gods:

 * Faðirinn Vetrsól (Father of the Winter Sun)
 * Móðurinnar djúpit (Mother of the Deep)
 * Flakkari- Ancestor of the Sigla
 * Many unknown children.

Lore:
The belief system of the Sigla is an ancient one, while others have been swayed to the attentions of other kinds. We remain committed to our beliefs. They are known to us as Faðirinn Vetrsól and Móðurinnar djúpit and when they arrived upon the world it was cold and frozen, they soon learnt how to control the elements, Faðirinn Vetrsól mastered the season of winter, leaving the land they lived on green and full of life. His wife, Móðurinnar djúpit mastered the remnants of the melted ice and crafted seas and oceans which brimmed to life and fed the two.

However, Faðirinn Vetrsól was not stronger than nature itself, and ice slowly began to creep back into the world from the northern reaches of land, most of his days he would mediate on keeping the ice at bay, but he soon realised it would not be enough. Leaving his wife at home with their many children, He cast himself to the cold reaches of the world, sacrificing himself so that he may keep the season of winter at bay and in turn forming the sun. Móðurinnar djúpit, overcome with grief, cast herself into the ocean and he anguish created the wind upon which many now sail.

Of their many children, of whom all skilled were in individual arts and worthy of recognition, but alas, much of the history of these gods was lost in the great migration of the Sigla. However, the most notable, and longest remembered of them all was Flakkari. Most adaptable of the children, Flakkari was a keen explorer and travelled the world far and wide, undergoing journeys to the furthest reaches of the land and himself having a wife and children during this period.

However, there is only such much land to explore and by the coming of a colder winter, a bridge of ice emerged in the far reaches of the land. Keen to discover more lands, Flakkari wasted no time in making the crossing, his family in tow. To their avail, however, the crossing was a long one, and by the time he had reached the land he sought, his way home had disappeared like morning dew. Trapped in a land that seemed like endless snow and ice, known now as Flakkari's Land, Flakkari and his family were forced to survive in the harsh and cruel climate. Instead, they thrived.

From his descendants the Sigla tribe grew, living in the far reaches of the world they remained, living off the sea rather than the icey land upon which they lived. Thousands of years since Flakkari's the winter's grew even more harsh until finally the Sigla were forced into a Great Migration to Eldham where the King of the tribe founded the settlement of Horskjarrfjord and named the land Sigland.

As the years passed Flakkari grew tired of his thriving settlement, his desire for exploration was a burning kindred inside him and in the dead of a night during winter he set out to sail the world. However, his children were not blessed with the powers of godhood and remained behind. It is too believed that Flakkari is still exploring all that can be explored. Even watching his descendants on occasion as he travels across the wildlands of the world.