If I'm not mistaken, the Forsworn were the Reachmen before Ulfric came along and ousted them for Jarl Igmund (or maybe they've been around longer, no earlier than when their land was first taken from them though). Their society may seem primitive (I prefer the term simplistic as primitive carries negative connotations), but that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with it if that's the way they're happy to live (many of the Bosmer of Valenwood are supposed to enjoy a similar lifestyle aren't they? And some that still walk out Earth however few there are remaining). Technically they had a very similar choice to the Stormcloaks, give up their culture at the whims of their new conquerors and leaders, or refuse and fight back.
Even if they were open to taking on some aspects of Tamriel's modern society (they did capture and hold Markarth for a couple years rather than burning it to the ground, that should be telling), it's hard to keep up such a life style when you've been ejected from civilization by someone who wants all your land (and wealth in the form of silver mines). They're not so much bloodthirsty as out for revenge against those who stole their land, and the PC being non-native to the area can easily get caught up in it all even if they were to support them.
It is this incongruity that led me to Markarth, the capital city of the Reach, in search of answers. There, I met one of the native peoples, an old woman who preferred to not be named in my writings. She told me of her family's long history. How she believes they originally came from High Rock, home of the Bretons (which would explain the similar faces and stature of the two peoples). How the Nords came and took their lands, their gods, and their culture from them. When asked about the Forsworn, the old woman would say that they are the "real" men and women of the Reach: those that refused to give in to the Nords. Those that still practiced the ancient traditions that the rest of their people had abandoned in exchange for peace.
In time, I was able to create trust with many more natives in my search that corroborated the old woman's story. By chance, one of them arranged a meeting between myself and what I thought was an elder member of his village. I was shocked to find that I was led to a camp, filled with the animal skulls, severed heads, and still beating hearts that I had read about from the military reports back in the Imperial City. There, I met Cortoran, a Forsworn, who seemed amused at the prospect of me writing down his story. Which I quote in full below:
"You want to know who the Forsworn are? We are the people who must pillage our own land. Burn our own ground. We are the scourge of the Nords. The axe that falls in the dark. The scream before the gods claim your soul. We are the true sons and daughters of the Reach. The spirits and hags have lived here from the beginning, and they are on our side. Go back. Go back and tell your Empire that we will have our own kingdom again. And on that day, we will be the ones burying your dead in a land that is no longer yours."
It's a separate culture, not necessarily a primitive one. There's barely any information on their Hagravens either. They Hagravens are often hostile (so are lots of people when you show up unexpectedly on their land), they worship Daedra (so do Dunmer and many others secretly) and they've made some sort of deal with Daedra in exchange for power that made them unattractive to most human sensibilities (the Companions made a similar deal through the Glenmoril to become Werewolves and they aren't evil); so it's hard to actually say even the Hagravens are evil. They hate the Spriggans, sure, but I kind of do too and I'd imagine I'm not alone in that.



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