In the golden light of morning, Edoras rises from the plains like a crown upon the green hills. The city stands proud upon a high knoll, surrounded by a ring of ancient wooden palisades, and watched over by the looming peaks of the White Mountains. A place of strength and kinship—its walls weathered by wind and time, yet as enduring as the spirit of those who dwell within.
In the heart of the Rohan™ rises the Golden Hall, its thatched roof gleaming under sunlit skies like a crown upon the hill of Edoras. Above the hall’s doors, overseeing the hillside, shines a golden sun motif, carved upon the weathered wood. Adorned with rearing horses of the Rohirrim™, the columns stand tall and strong, bearing the weight of Rohan’s ancient lineage.
In those days of bitter winter, there was none who stood taller than Helm, for his spirit was as a mountain of iron in the face of his foes. Clad in mighty helm and armed with sturdy fist, he guarded his people as fiercely as the trolls that stalked the snowbound hills. A warlord king in truth, King Helm of Rohan wielded his strength against all who threatened the Riddermark™, and the shadow of his resolve lay long upon his enemies’ hearts.