Most Gorrs worship the indestructibility of stone. Their characters are tempered in the fire of Godgorrat, and their hearts are harder than granite. And only one tribe, lost in the ice, questioned these principles.
The stone is hard, but if you press it, it will fly into pieces. Living in the snowy wastelands, a lonely tribe acquired a new philosophy in the plasticity of ice: they learned to retreat and melt under pressure, in order to then rally and strike with renewed force.
The cruel elements became the basis of the rituals, and over time the bodies of the Gorrs became covered with a crust of ice, providing constant protection. The strength of the tribe grew, and the natural armor of its members became stronger. The cold was no longer scary for them, and they now wore fur coats only upon returning to warm lands, in order to protect their cover from the bright sun or hot flame.