They became nomads, traveling through a vast tundra never settling for more than a few days at a time. Gaining water by melting ice, they worshipped the ice as provision from the goddess Shiva. They grew tough and adopted the ways of the samurai as a stable form of government, but they remained the religious and superstitious people they had always been.
Then, on a warm day, under the first moon of Summer, they emerged from the icy wasteland after three hundred years. They did not recognize the land they were in but they spotted a traveler in the distance and made to question him.
The man was a traveling merchant and he told them he was from a grand city across the great mountain range. He told them of his home, Buya, and gave them vague directions to the place.
They set out for this shining jewel of a city at once. And after weeks of travel across a large mountain and through the Du mines, they found a place that would call them friend, and wasted no time bulding homes north of a small village called Sanhae. This golden city was warm and friendly, a welcome treat to the wanderers for they had been slave to the bitter cold long enough during their migration across the tundra.
They would become a clan or great family and call themselves the Tundra as a way of remembering the hardships endured by those who came before them.
The group made the decision to settle in Buya and grow as a people once again, by upholding the practices of their ancestors and living by the honor of the samurai. The community accepted the kind strangers with outstretched arms and the Tundra set out to build themselves a grand hall. But they would soon find that laws of the Great Tribunal forbid such construction without royal approval.
Settlements established, local friends made, they needed only gain the approval of the regions ruler and rise as a respected clan of Buya..