Chapter Three:Isolated in the Ice
Chapter Three: Isolated in the Ice
Iceland is a land o extremes. From the vast glacial expanses o the interiortundra, to the pools o mineral water and hot springs rom the volcanic lakesand baths; rom the urban environs o Reykjavik, to the secluded armlands;rom the ertile shing waters surrounding the island’s peninsula, to the deso-late stretches o rock, crag and shard; rom the seemingly everlasting darknesso winter, to the midnight sun in mid-summer. The island’s inhabitants knowand recognize the limits, paradoxes and boundaries innate to their homeland.Living on this island is not easy, nor is it or everyone: Iceland’s population o barely 300,000 can attest to that act. Yet experiencing the radical fuctuationsinherent in the landscape breeds a certain type o culture, a certain o personand a certain type o monster. Iceland is not or everyone; but everyone livingin Iceland is a product o the land.
Darkness on the Island
The World o Darkness does not belong to the monsters. Sure, monstersroam the land in the most obscure recesses. In many ways they seem to own it,their political machinations and supernatural soirees continually orming theoundation o the human world. But, in the end, it is still the
world – themortals are the ocus and driving orce throughout the lands, and they are theones who infuence the shape o society and culture throughout. Monsters comerom humans and are judged in relation to these humans, despite the monsters’best eorts to argue to the contrary.With this in mind, Iceland contains a unique population o supernaturalcreatures within its shores. This is due to a number o actors. First, with sucha small population, most supernatural creatures cannot exist in large numberswithout drawing attention to themselves. This act particularly rankles somedenizens o the World o Darkness; despite their magnicent works and grandschemes, i too many humans know it will only lead to the monster’s destruction.Second, the supernatural have their own unique orm o natural selection, anevolution that denies them access to certain geographical areas or the plaintruth that a given destination could kill them outright: a vampire cannot livein the barren desert, or example. Third, some places are just too damn weird oranybody but the incredibly odd. Iceland is one o those places; it has a strangeculture that is, i not outright supportive, at least more open to the notion o the “others.”Unlike the deeply entrenched supernatural societies o North America andEurope, Iceland’s supernatural citizenry is composed o a reer, more independentgroup. Or at least that’s the impression they like to give. In reality, Iceland’ssupernatural population is dierent rom other Western societies because only aew types o monsters really want to live there, whether because o the climate,the land or the people.
To put it bluntly, a vampire would not be ound (un)dead in Iceland, atleast not as a permanent resident. The main reason or this is simple: The chat-tel’s herd is much too shallow and spread out. While it may be possible to nda Kindred or two in Reykjavik, which harbors the vast majority o the island’s
If you are ever lost inan Icelandic forest, just stand up.- Magnus Magnusson