To the Vlandians, it is a backwater. To the Battanians, a cursed stone pile. But to the Sturgians, Ladogual is the Gates of Grief —the last, stubborn line of defense before the frozen hell of the north becomes an invader's grave.
For three hundred years, Ladogual has fallen only twice. Once to an Imperial Legion that arrived in a freak "dry summer" and promptly lost half its men to dysentery from the well-water. And once to a Khuzait horde that rode across the frozen sea—only to be trapped when the ice broke under the weight of their siege towers. bannerlord ladogual
You see a thousand chimney-fires struggling against the dark. You hear the ring of hammers on anvils, the groan of timber, and the low, mournful chanting of a volva (a witch-doctor) blessing a new-born child with blood from a freshly slaughtered goat. To the Vlandians, it is a backwater