The Rivlans

Drawn from our peaceful lives in defense of our lands, we stand united against any foe.

The Rivlans, native to the Iron Pines and fertile riverlands, had long lived in relative peace, enduring only occasional internal conflicts and predictable Vadurkin raids. Nothing prepared them for the sudden arrival of the Hadrian Empire. In less than a week after the first signs of the empire were reported, the hold of Goldenfold had fallen, and the Rivlans were officially at war. The Earldoms of the March scrambled to send resources and troops to the West to aid in the fight against the empire. They were willing at a moment's notice to rise to the defense of their fellow Rivlans.

Almost overnight, wheat scythes were reforged to arming swords, and the arrows meant for game now lay buried in men. The Rivlans fought a bloody war against this new threat, raging against their enemy with the ferocity of the bear they waved on their banner. Thanks to the Rivlan knowledge of the terrain and their use of guerilla warfare, the war drew to a stalemate.

Eventually, weakened by starvation and disease, the Rivlan Earl of the West Marches was forced to surrender, ceding the West Marches to the Empire. The Treaty of the Hound ended the open conflict, but peace was short-lived. As the aftermath of Raven’s Roost reignited the resolve of the Rivlan people with the treaty now torn a sundered. With this new resolve, the Rivlans now seek alliances among the diverse peoples now sharing the March. Their banners, emblazoned with the bear, flew high once again, symbolizing their defiance and determination. No longer fighting for survival, the Rivlans were now fighting for their freedom, identity, and the enduring spirit of their people.

Meet your Out-of-Game Leadership

  • Amy Medeiros [Bronwyn]

    Culture Lead

    Howdy Ya’ll! I am an OG Reckoner who found the game following a stint at Weekend Warrior in 2021. I am a child wrangler (aka 4th grade teacher) by day and Rivlan wrangler by night. Cannot wait to meet you all!

    In game, coming in at whopping 5’ 3“ and hailing from the University of Azuterra in Pond Hollow, it’s BRONWYN!!! She’s spent most of her life within the university walls, culminating with a stint as a professor of potions. With the uptick in the weird and strange, she headed out and joined forces with a group of infamous monster-hunters, the Jaegers. She’s recently returned to Pond Hollow to research the mysteries rumored to be hiding deep below it’s surface.

  • Rebecca Dickerson [Linniue]

    Culture Lieutenant

    Rebecca is a seamstress, mom, and veterinarian from north-central Indiana. She began sewing historical garb in 2018 for SCA/medieval and 18th century reenactment. Reckoning 2023 was her first-ever larp, and she was immediately hooked and sought out other games in the area.

    In game, Linniue hails from a small village called Trethton on the Eastlyn side of the Thoreen River. She began her apprenticeship as a potionsmith at 6 years old, and she became the sole healer for her village when her mentor was lost during the fourth year of war with Hadria. Linniue detoured to Schlosswald Garrison in 1023 while on pilgrimage to the Sacred Stones of Danu, where she saw horrors previously unfathomable and took part in her first ritual. During the following year, she contributed to the efforts to rebuild Hillshire by facilitating trade along the Thoreen, and she was named to the Earl's Council of Advisors. Since the Conclave in the Iron Hills in 1024 and the declaration of war with Hadria, she has redoubled her efforts to secure trade routes with the East.

  • Collin McGraph [Patrick]

    Culture Lieutenant

    My name is Collin McGrath and I am one of the Rivlan Culture Lt’s and I play Patrek Blackwood in game. When I’m not LARPing, I can be found playing Warhammer, Dungeons and Dragons, or any number of video games.

    “We swear our oaths to this Land and its people. We swear by Earth and Water. We swear by Fire and Air, we swear by Primordial Blood.”

    It is by these words every Blackwood has sworn to defend the lands of Rivlan. Whether sword to the Council of 3, or to the Primordials who brought the world into being. I was born in Sodmire like all others of my family during the Night of Morrigan some 28 years ago. Born under her watchful eyes it seemed I was destined to have ambition in my blood. From an early age, I seemed to find a way to translate our fighting style to deals and alliances, working to better our families standing through subtlety and manipulation.

    My father Jojen taught me well in the ways of our people, how to turn the environment against our enemies, how to hide and exploit the unaware, and above all to revere the primordials and their children.

    What was a hard but acceptable life filled with song and stories and prayer was abruptly ended when the Ten Years War began. The Hadrians marched from the dragons maw like a swarm of bloodflies set to feast on our verdant land. While the rest of our Rivlan kinsmen were preparing weapons, we already were armed. For how else would one survive against the challenges of this blessed land if a knife and bow were not at their side. How would one stave off the Cursed Ones without blade and spell in hand?

    For 10 years, my family fought and bled against the invaders, and then the Marchers lost faith and bent their Ill-begotten knees.

    For me and my kind, the war will never be over as long as true Rivlans draw breath. At the behest of my father, I travel to Hillshire to lend my support and reaffirm our vows. The path of my river is winding, and only the Primordial know where it will end.

Interested in building a kit for the Rivlans?

Be sure to check out the style guide.