The Order is old, older than the even the eldest of the Elders with their long white beards in our towns far north, older than the thick oaks that grow on the graves of our long-forgotten heroes, older than the decaying stone sentinels of the desert wastes…

Ages ago, the Writ tells us, there was an old and proud tribe of northmen. They were fierce and proud warriors, bowing to no one but their gods, creatures of awe and myth, spirits whom they had proclaimed inspired by the flora and fauna of their homeland.

Yet, one day fate turned on the proud men and women. The hunts were no successful anymore, the battles not glorious, the campfires not lit day and night…even the land that supported them so well turned hostile, as if refusing to yield to their efforts.

Rallying all their strength and courage, the Northmen turned to their shamen for answers. For days and nights at an end the shamen performed their rituals, brewed their strange mixtures and fell into their eerie trances.

As unbelievable as it may seem, at the end of the rituals many of the shamen shared a common vision.

‘Listen to me, braves’, one of them spoke, ‘here is what we have learned: the Great Wolf Moragai, greatest and mightiest among all our Gods, has left his granite throne among them and has not been seen again ever since..’ A murmur of disbelief swept through the ranks of the gathered northmen ‘But what has this to do with us?’ ‘What about OUR problems?’ ‘Why would have done something like that?’

‘The visions have answered all your questions’, one of the older men replied,’Moragai left because he cared for us…he feared that too much prosperity would leave us, his children, weak and decadent. He had learned that, forgetting our roots and our true self, we were starting to weaken and soften already..and neither the land nor the Gods have love and favors for the lazy and the soft…so with mighty thunder and roar he arose from his throne in the forges of the celestial smiths and spoke in a mighty voice: ‘

“Tell my children that I have not disappeared yet.
Instead I chose to wander their world…
Tell them to seek me out
and when they find me
only then will I return to my home”
the shaman paused for a second,
“Tell them that wherever I will go,
the guardian spirits of storm and thunder,
will follow my steps.
So when they will look for me,
they will just have to follow the storm…”

And so the brave men and women called for the first Great Hunt as it became known in the ages to follow…
The first Hunt and the few ones that followed led to no real success, and it was then that one of the chiefs, a warrior named Kvalin, who later became known as Kvalin, the First Lord Founder, realized how many resources and how much energy were wasted due to lack of real organization.

It was Kvalin who united all of the northmen under the banner of the Storm Seekers and issued the first Writ, the holy book of the Order. In centuries of questing and crusading the Order has been subjected to quite a few transformations and kept changing til it reached its current, modern form. The most notable of those changes were under the Lords Fenrir Wyrmbane, founder of the Hammers, Skarl the Grey, founder of the Grail Keepers and later known as the first lord usurper, the only Order Lord to have his name deleted from all the Writ pages…and, last but not least, Arghail Firebeard, the Second Lord Founder, the one who updated the Writ and the Order Serment to its modern form.

Arghail had a blessed vision, in which he recognized what the true message of the Great Wolf to his people had been. He realized that the Search itself was serving its own purpose..that through discovery, exploration and quest the original tribe had evolved and grown…that the relentless pursuit of “the storms” had driven them to and beyond the edges of their personal limitations, that it had made them all better men and women

And thus, Arghail Firebeard, Second Lord Founder, with the consent and the blessing of all the other High Lords of the Order of the Storm Seekers, called out the “Search” as it is known to us today..the perpetual and relentless quest for knowledge, the challenge to our strength and our fate, to the ultimate goal of exploring the world to its ends and beyond, as he called it.

Many years have passed since that glorious moment, but the Search has never stopped. The Order has travelled to many worlds and has learned a lot..yet the more we have learned, the more we have realized our own limits and the need to pursue our search…