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'''"The Nations of the North"''' is part of the [[Histories & Lore]], a special feature in the Blu-ray of [[Season 4]] of ''[[Game of Thrones]]''. It is narrated by [[Kristofer Hivju]] as [[Tormund]].
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"'''The Nations of the North'''" is part of the [[Histories & Lore]], a special feature from ''[[Season 4#Media release|Game of Thrones: The Complete Fourth Season]]''. It is narrated by [[Kristofer Hivju]] as [[Tormund]].
   
==Summary==
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== Synopsis ==
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[[Tormund]] Giantsbane describes the varied clans of [[Free Folk]] living [[beyond the Wall]], from [[Thenns]] to the [[Hornfoots]] to the [[Giants]], all of whom [[Mance Rayder]] has rallied to his cause.
"Wildlings". Tormund supposes that is flattery coming from the [[Southerner|Southerners]] who would kneel to a pig if their daddies did. They call themselves the [[Free Folk]], or at least most of them will not kill Southerners for calling them so. Some will, aye, but that is just the way it in the [[Beyond the Wall|True North]], beyond the Southerners' great white [[The Wall|Wall]], where their laws and kingdoms end and men live free and die cold. For they live close to their land and she is a terrible wife; fail to obey, and she kills you.
 
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'''Tormund:''' ''"[[Wildlings]]". I suppose that's flattery coming from you [[Southerner|southerners]] - you'd kneel to a pig if your daddy did. We call ourselves the [[Free Folk]], or at least, most of us won't kill ya for calling us so. Some will, aye, but that is just the way it is in the [[Beyond the Wall|True North]], beyond your great white [[The Wall|Wall]], where your laws and kingdoms end, and men live free... and die cold. For we live close to our land, and she's a terrible wife: fail to obey her, and she kills ya!''
   
On the [[Frozen Shore]], so deep is the snow that men ride chariots made of walrus bones pulled by packs of [[dogs]]. The [[Hornfoot|Hornfoots]] have it easy in the mountains; the cold so hardens and blackens the soles of their feet that they do not even need boots. The [[cave people]] spend their lives in the dark doing gods-know-what with gods-know-who-or-what. The [[Thenns]] have one of the only nice bits of land up there. A [[Thenn (region)|valley in the far north]] near the end of the [[Frostfangs]] with game, copper and tin for shiny bronze weapons. Better than the rusted old blades most of the Free Folk have. With such advantages, they could be a generous, friendly race. They are not. As young boys, they burn their faces and rub ash and dirt into the runes; scars more than their face, Tormund thinks. They follow their [[Magnar]], who is the kind of man who can rule these kinds of men. Tormund knows what the Southerners think, and no, the Magnar is not a king; more like their god, though not one you would care to follow if you do not sleep with your eyes open.
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''On the [[Frozen Shore]], so deep is the snow that men ride chariots made of walrus bones pulled by packs of [[dogs]]. The [[Hornfoot]]s have it easy in the mountains; the cold so hardens and blackens the soles of their feet that they don't even need boots. The [[cave people]] spend their lives in the dark, doing gods-know-what with gods-know-who... or what. The [[Thenns]] have one of the only nice bits of land up here. A [[Thenn (region)|valley in the far north]] near the end of the [[Frostfangs]] with game, copper and tin for shiny bronze weapons. Better than the rusted old blades most of us have. With such advantages, they could be a generous, friendly race. They are not. As young boys, they burn their faces and rub ash and dirt into the wounds; scars more than their face, I think. They follow their "[[Magnar]]", who is the kind of man who can rule these kinds of men. I know what you southerners are thinking, and no, the Magnar is not a king; more like their god, though not one you would care to follow, if you do not sleep with your eyes open.''
   
Then there are the [[giants]], a proud race as old as the Frostfangs and about as tough. They speak the [[Old Tongue]] when they speak at all, though the understand more [[Common Tongue|Common]] than they let on. They are not the monsters the Southerners think. Once Tormund was caught in a winter storm so cold he knew he would freeze to death before it broke. Lucky for him, he stumbled on a sleeping giant, cut open her belly and crawled right up inside her. It kept him warm enough, but the stink nearly did him. The worst thing was when she woke up she took him him for her babe, suckled him for three whole moons before he could get away. Aye, but there are times when Tormund still misses the taste of giant's milk. He thanks the gods she was in a good mood, unlike the husband. An angry giant? You want no part of that.
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''Then there are the [[giants]], a proud race as old as the Frostfangs and about as tough. They speak the [[Old Tongue]] when they speak at all, though the understand more [[Common Tongue|Common]] than they let on. They are not the monsters you southerners think. Once I was caught in a winter storm so cold I knew I'd freeze to death before it broke. Lucky for me, I stumbled on a sleeping giant, cut open her belly and crawled right up inside her. Kept me warm enough, but the stink nearly did me. The worst thing was when she woke up she took him him for her babe! Suckled me for three whole moons before I could get away, hehe! Aye, but there are times I still misses the taste of giant's milk. I thank the gods she was in a good mood, unlike the husband. An angry giant? You want no part of that.''
   
Whatever their differences, one thing unites them. When they look south, they see hundreds of feet of ice piled high, manned by shivering [[Night's Watch|crows in black cloaks]]. Their wardens is pinning them up there, warning them away for warmer lands, softer beds and prettier girls. But the [[White Walkers|cold winds]] are rising. The Hornfoots could not stand against them, nor the Thenns, nor the giants. First they kill you, then they send their dead against you. The Free Folk faced extinction, every one of them. But then [[Mance Rayder]] came to them and rallied every nation of the Free Folk as no man ever has. He was a crow once and knows their ways. For thousands of years, the Free Folk have sucked fear of the Southerners from their mothers' teat. They have been on one side of the Wall and the Southerners on the other. No more. One of these nights, the Southerners will hear a knock on their front door. They had best not answer.
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''Whatever our differences, one thing unites us. When we look south, we see hundreds of feet of ice piled high, manned by shivering [[Night's Watch|crows in black cloaks]]. Our wardens, pinning us up here, warning us away for warmer lands, softer beds and prettier girls. But the [[White Walkers|cold winds]] are rising. The Hornfoots could not stand against them, nor the Thenns, nor the giants. First they kill you, then they send your dead against you. We faced extinction, every one of us. But then [[Mance Rayder]] came to us and rallied every nation of the Free Folk, as no man ever has. He was a crow once and knows your ways. For thousands of years, we've sucked fear of your kind from our mothers' teat. We've been on one side of the Wall and you on the other. No more. One of these nights, you'r going to hear a knock on your front door. You best not answer!''
   
 
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Template:Lore "The Nations of the North" is part of the Histories & Lore, a special feature from Game of Thrones: The Complete Fourth Season. It is narrated by Kristofer Hivju as Tormund.

Synopsis

Tormund Giantsbane describes the varied clans of Free Folk living beyond the Wall, from Thenns to the Hornfoots to the Giants, all of whom Mance Rayder has rallied to his cause.

Narration

Tormund: "Wildlings". I suppose that's flattery coming from you southerners - you'd kneel to a pig if your daddy did. We call ourselves the Free Folk, or at least, most of us won't kill ya for calling us so. Some will, aye, but that is just the way it is in the True North, beyond your great white Wall, where your laws and kingdoms end, and men live free... and die cold. For we live close to our land, and she's a terrible wife: fail to obey her, and she kills ya!

On the Frozen Shore, so deep is the snow that men ride chariots made of walrus bones pulled by packs of dogs. The Hornfoots have it easy in the mountains; the cold so hardens and blackens the soles of their feet that they don't even need boots. The cave people spend their lives in the dark, doing gods-know-what with gods-know-who... or what. The Thenns have one of the only nice bits of land up here. A valley in the far north near the end of the Frostfangs with game, copper and tin for shiny bronze weapons. Better than the rusted old blades most of us have. With such advantages, they could be a generous, friendly race. They are not. As young boys, they burn their faces and rub ash and dirt into the wounds; scars more than their face, I think. They follow their "Magnar", who is the kind of man who can rule these kinds of men. I know what you southerners are thinking, and no, the Magnar is not a king; more like their god, though not one you would care to follow, if you do not sleep with your eyes open.

Then there are the giants, a proud race as old as the Frostfangs and about as tough. They speak the Old Tongue when they speak at all, though the understand more Common than they let on. They are not the monsters you southerners think. Once I was caught in a winter storm so cold I knew I'd freeze to death before it broke. Lucky for me, I stumbled on a sleeping giant, cut open her belly and crawled right up inside her. Kept me warm enough, but the stink nearly did me. The worst thing was when she woke up she took him him for her babe! Suckled me for three whole moons before I could get away, hehe! Aye, but there are times I still misses the taste of giant's milk. I thank the gods she was in a good mood, unlike the husband. An angry giant? You want no part of that.

Whatever our differences, one thing unites us. When we look south, we see hundreds of feet of ice piled high, manned by shivering crows in black cloaks. Our wardens, pinning us up here, warning us away for warmer lands, softer beds and prettier girls. But the cold winds are rising. The Hornfoots could not stand against them, nor the Thenns, nor the giants. First they kill you, then they send your dead against you. We faced extinction, every one of us. But then Mance Rayder came to us and rallied every nation of the Free Folk, as no man ever has. He was a crow once and knows your ways. For thousands of years, we've sucked fear of your kind from our mothers' teat. We've been on one side of the Wall and you on the other. No more. One of these nights, you'r going to hear a knock on your front door. You best not answer!

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