• Name: Gnollengrom Whitebeard

• Title(s): The Great Ancestor, Lord of the Blacksmiths, Master of the Forge, the White Dwarf, the Mountain King, Karak Gromthi. In his aspect as god of vengeance, he is known as Grudgebreaker.

• Seat of Power: The great dwarven city of Karaz Grimazul (lit. "Unyielding Iron Mountain", more commonly refered to by outsiders as "Steelridge").

• Divine Aspects: Dwarves, mining, smithing, craftsmanship, the forge, mountains, volcanoes, engineering, alcohol and vengeance. So basically all the things that make up dwarven culture.

• Appearance:
His primary form looks pretty much like this. He's of similar size to most dwarves in this form, standing at about four feet tall.
His secondary form, the terrifying god of vengeance Grudgebreaker, is one that he very rarely assumes. When he does, though, he takes the form of a giant dwarf, towering over the castles of men, whose hair and beard are made of bright red flames symbolizing both the primal power of the volcano and the burning passion dwarves have for righting wrongs and avenging grudges.

• Artifacts:
•• Karaz Maraz (lit. "Mountain Splitter"): Gnollengrom's mighty axe. WIP

• Unique abilities: WIP

• Personal History: WIP

• Personality: WIP

• Other: WIP

• Name: Khazukan Ankor (lit. "Dwarf Realm")

• Location: A great mountain range (possibly the largest in the world) that runs down the length of one of the continents of the world. Whilst the nothernmost territories are almost perpetually covered in snow, the southernmost keeps are in more temperate areas. The dwarven cites are built within the very mountains themselves, and are all interconnected by a vast network of tunnels and passageways beneath the earth. Whilst most of these are well maintained and safe, more than a few of these tunnels have fallen into disrepair for numerous reasons (although not because the dwarves did a shoddy job), becoming treacherous caverns prone to cave-ins, gas leaks and attacks by goblins, trolls and other, even more vicious and unspeakable horrors.

• Government: The Khazukan Ankor is divided amongst several dwarven clans, each with an appointed high elder who rules over them and provides for their welfare. Each of these high elders is also part of a council that meets at Karaz Grimazul once every year to discuss how the clans are faring, what they could do to make things better and generally grumbling about how things aren't as good as they used to be and how the beardlings take all of the advances the dwarf race has made over the years for granted. Naturally, Gnollengrom Whitebeard has a seat on this council, although he is notably not the high elder of Karaz Grimazul; this spot is instead taken by the dwarven king.

• Dominant race: As could be expected from the name, the Khazukan Ankor is primarily populated by dwarves. Dwarves are short, strong, stocky people with an average lifespan of roughly five centuries, and each one of them (including the females; outsiders find it impossible to differentiate dwarven females from males, whilst the dwarves seem to have no problems whatsoever for some reason) possesses a long, often magnificently styled beard. Dwarves respect age and wisdom above all other things, and the beard is seen as the ultimate symbol of both these things; dwarves know to respect someone with a longer and more magnificent beard than them, and one of the gravest insults that can issued to a dwarf is to claim their beard is unkempt or scruffy (and don't even think about suggesting they should shave; wars have been started over such comments, even if they were only offhand and said without thinking). Dwarves are a straightforward folk, as blunt as hammers and as stubborn and unmoving as the mountains. They are without exception honest, hardworking folk; in fact it is almost physically impossible for a dwarf to lie, cheat or cut corners on a job. Whilst they are aware of the fact that other races are not as honest as they are, they take breaches of faith very seriously; added to that the fact that they can hold grudges for a long time and believe that no wrongdoing should go unpunished means that abusing the trust of a dwarf is one of the worst mistakes you can ever make. The most extreme insult in the dwarven language, "unbaraki", translates as "oathbreaker", which just goes to show how seriously they treat such things. On the other hand, if you uphold your end of a bargain and gain a dwarf's trust, you will gain a staunch friend not just for life, but for your descendants' lives too. Whilst they find physical concepts incredibly easy to get their heads around, dwarves struggle when it comes to the abstract and insubstantial; thus, they are completely unable to get their heads around magic unless it has first been beaten into some kind of item, although this is something they are very good at doing. As mentioned below, dwarves craft the finest magical items and weapons in the world. As for things they like, dwarves are especially fond of two things: gold and booze. Dwarves love gold so much that their language contains at least fifty different words for it, describing differences in softness, luster and other details that the other races would see as insignificant. As for booze, well... Dwarven brewers, just like their blacksmiths, are widely considered to be the greatest in the world at their craft, and most taverns and inns will have at least one barrel of genuine dwarven ale as the most expensive item on their menu. Notably, dwarves have no gender inequality; many outsiders joke that this is because no-one can tell the difference between the two genders, making discrimination nigh-impossible.

• Other races:
•• Humans: Living atop and around the mountains of the Khazukan Ankor are several scattered human villages. These humans are mostly farmers, and for several generations they have engaged in trade with the dwarves. Due to providing the dwarves with things they would otherwise struggle to get on their own, they have been noted as being true friends of the mountain dwellers, and thus the dwarves try their best to make sure no harm comes to them. They do not take kindly to others messing with their friends.

•• Giants: As their name would suggest, giants are physical opposites of dwarves, being gigantic humanoids of at least 15m tall. They are noted as not being very intelligent, but making up for it with their sheer brute strength. It is unusual to come across more than one or two at a time, and so it can be assumed that they are solitary creatures; this is rather fortunate for both the dwarves and humans living around the mountains, as they are known to hunt and eat both if given the chance.

•• Cave Goblins: Diminuative greenskinned creatures that are even shorter than the dwarves and have a mean streak almost as large as the mountain range making up the Khazukan Ankor. They wear black cloaks to help them hide in the shadows of the underway and wage a war of attrition against the dwarves. It's not sure just how this war began, but for as long as anyone can remember the two races have been at war for underground supremacy. Whilst the goblins are not as strong or technologically adept as the dwarves, they are fiendishly cunning and often set traps for poor, unsuspecting dwarves. For this and many other reasons, they are considered to be eternal blood enemies of the dwarves.

• Wild Flora/fauna:
•• Above Ground: Atop and around the mountains many hardy animals live, such as wild goats, sheep, highland cattle and bears. Griffons make their nests on the hilltops, and trolls roam the land at night looking for unlucky victims to devour. To the north, yetis and mammoths make their home, whilst to the south creatures such as owlbears and wyverns are often sighted. There are no notably unusual plants above ground, as they are mostly regular trees, flowers, crops and the occassional fungi.

•• The Underway: The caves and tunnels running beneath the mountains are home to many creatures other than the dwarves and goblins. Many species of spider inhabit the dark caverns, from ones only slightly bigger than a speck of dust to the collosal Tyranterror Trolleater (who at their smallest are still the size of a small house), many of them carrying deadly poisons. The most notable of these, however, is the giant cave spider, an arachnid about the size of a small pony that is used as a mount by cave goblins. Large bats and moles are also known to dwell in the dark catacombs, although none of them grow as large as the Tyranterror. Trolls often head into the underground in order to escape the rays of the sun, and have been known to ambush anyone who gets lost in the dark. Most dreaded of all the creatures of the underground, however, are the mighty Despot Dragons, gargantuan winged reptiles whose scales are like steel and whose breath is like an inferno. Those creatures are the only beings in the world with a greater lust for gold than the dwarves, and they have been known to attack dwarven cities in order to claim their vaults for themselves. Despite the dwarves being mighty warriors, even they struggle against these beasts, and more than a few fortresses have been conquered by these avaricious beasts. They are seen as such a threat that they have been declared an enemy of the dwarven race so hated that they must be exterminated.
As far as non-animal life in the underway goes, many types of moss, lichen and fungi grow in the dark, many of which dwarves cultivate for food. One notable plant is the glow moss, which true to its name glows faintly in the dark. This is a very important plant to dwarves, as it only grows nearby a stone that they call "Zharrkar" (lit. "Fire Stone") and which other races know as Sun Stone, a miraculous mineral that glows bright enough to light up a dark cave to look like a bright, clear day. Of the fungi that grow, many of them are both edible and delicious; however, many of them are also highly toxic. Dwarves are expected to know the difference between dinner and death. Most delicious of all fungi found underground is the rare Rainbow Mushroom, so named due to its beautiful, multicoloured cap. However, not only is it incredibly tasty, it is also a strong hallucinogenic in its raw form, and only through thorough cooking does it become safe to eat without any side-effects. Notably, the Rainbow Mushroom is the most well known ingredient of Brewmaster Grizdal Lemonbrick's infamous Fungus Brew.

• Specialization: Mining, industry and craftsmanship. As the dwarves live underground, mining is an essential part of life, allowing them to expand their territories. Not only that, but the rich mineral deposits in the mountains lead to them often coming across gemstones and metal ores, the three most important of these being gold (which is a subject of some obsession for the dwarves), iron (the source of dwarven steel), and orichalcum. Orichalcum is a strange metal that is noted for being quite possibly the best magical conductor in the world, and when smelted with steel it forms the dwarves' most prized metal (well, second most prized after gold), orichalchite. Orichalchite is not only stronger than steel, but is the best metal for forging magical weapons and armour with, as the alloy is able to amplify the enchantments put upon it to increase their power without risk to the structural integrity of the item in question. Dwarves are incredibly skilled with metalwork, blacksmithing and crafting magical items, as whilst they cannot use magic to throw out fireballs with a fingersnap they are most adept at hammering it into physical objects through the engraving of magical runes. In fact, their skills with the forge are unmatched by any race, and dwarf-crafted weapons and armour are in high demand, forming a large part of their trade.

In addition, dwarves are easily one of the most technologically advanced races in the world, having long ago discovered the secrets of steam power and gunpowder; only the oldest and most traditional minded dwarves still cling to their crossbows rather than the newer and more powerful muskets. Steam power have became a simple fact of life for the dwarves, as the great gates to their mighty fortresses utilise mightly steam-powered pistons to open and close, and their mining operations are assisted by minecarts pulled by small steam locomotives. Travel between the cities of the Khazukan Ankor is much easier than it was in the old days, thanks to a simple yet growing system of railways.

Finally, and what many races consider to be their most important craft, dwarven ale is considered the finest in the world. Even the lowest grade ale they produce is equal to some of the greatest drinks of other races, and the most famous dwarf brews such as Lemonbrick Premium and the notorious Fungus Brew are known to sell for outrageous prices for even a single glass.

• National History: Ages ago during the dawn of history, the dwarves were little more than a scattered series of tribes living upon the mountains, a primitive race far in the shadow of what they are today. The dwarves of old were hunted by the creatures of the mountains, their numbers dwindling with every passing day as they had nowhere to hide and no way to defend themselves. But just when all hope seemed lost, he appeared. Gnollengrom Whitebeard, venerated by all dwarves as the Great Ancestor, taught them the secrets of stone and iron, how to forge mighty weapons to defend themselves with and more importantly the secrets of mining. From here on, the dwarves fortunes reversed themselves, as they began to carve out their underground kingdom. In their subterranean homes the dwarves were kept safe from the monsters who preyed on them, their underground nation growing rapidly as they dug farther and deeper. Under the guidance of the Great Ancestor, they learned more and more about the mountains, and when they first came across a seam of orichalcum ore he bestowed upon them the knowledge of crafting magical items through the application of mystical runes. Proud of how quickly they had picked up the secrets of the mountains, Gnollengrom Whitebeard decided to leave them mostly to their own devices, only occassionally directly influencing them. After all, he saw them as his beloved children, and wanted them to find their own feet, to grow and learn to fend for themselves rather than to rely entirely on divine intervention. Whilst they have faced their hardships, such as goblin ambushes and attacks by despot dragons, the dwarves have stood as unflinching and unmoving as their mountain homes, a stalwart race who will break through any crisis with courage, hard work and a stubborn refusal to stay down when knocked over. Recently (as in the past few centuries), they have been experiencing a kind of industrial revolution, with the Age of Steam gradually overtaking the old Age of Iron as new ways of thinking and new ideas for tools and machinery are put forward by the Engineer's Guild. Truly, today is a marvelous time to be a dwarf, even if the old longbeards grumble about it being better in the good old days, when things were simpler and there was none of these fancy-schmancy steam engines and what's so wrong with the reliable old crossbow that they needed to replace it with those filthy new muskets and in their day it was just so much better and the young beardlings will be the death of good old fashioned dwarven values just yet, mark their words...

• Alliances: TBA

• Enemies: TBA

• Notable People:
•• High King Bjorn Goldhammer: As Gnollengrom Whitebeard prefers to see himself as more of an advisor than a ruler, the king of Karaz Grimazul is considered to be the de facto leader of the dwarven race. Bjorn Goldhammer is probably the most definitive example of a dwarf, being possessed of a somewhat grim and workmanlike demeanour when discussing serious business, but whilst amongst friends he is boisterous and hotblooded; he is one who repays kindness with kindness alike, and whose fiery passion for justice and punishing evildoers is an inspiration to all dwarfkind. Whilst he is known for wishing for peace amongst the different races and his attempts to forge alliances with others, he is also prepared for war if it becomes inevitable. Not only is he a great tactitian who uses the geography of the dwarven realms to their advantage, he is also a mighty warrior in his own right. At all times, he carries the heirloom of the kings of Karaz Grimazul, the glittering golden-headed warhammer Bryn Grund, forged by Gnollengrom Whitebeard himself. So powerful is this weapon that it is said that anything that is struck in anger by it will instantly explode into a shower of gold dust, although this may be an exaggeration.

•• Helmut Ironclad, President of the Engineer's Guild: Quite possibly the greatest scientific mind on the planet, Helmut Ironclad is the brilliant mind behind the steam engine, an invention that revolutionized dwarven life. Despite getting on a bit in age, Helmut is something of a radical; he believes firmly in the progression of technology and the invention of new devices for bettering the lifestyles of the dwarves, which is rather at odds with the common "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" mentality of most dwarves his age. An expert in multiple fields, his true calling has always been engineering. The great steam-powered gates of Karaz Grimazul were designed by him, as was the small yet developing dwarven railway system. Currently, he is working on many new, even more radical projects, such as a collosal mining apparatus, a steam-propelled armoured war machine, a marvelous flying contraption that would allow dwarven rangers to scout the mountains from the skies, and a fully submersible aquatic vehicle. These projects, however, are still currently on the drawing board, but hopefully soon he will reach a breakthrough with one or more of them. As president of the Engineer's Guild, he is both a great teacher and an inspiration to the younger generation of engineers, who are dedicated to the same ideals as he is. In a way, they are like the miners, carving out the future of the dwarven race with the power of steel and steam; it is because of the guild that the dwarves are seen as one of the most technologically advanced races in the world.

•• Brewmaster Grizdal Lemonbrick: To many outside of the Khazukan Ankor, Grizdal Lemonbrick is the face of the dwarven kingdom. Literally, even, as his face is plastered on the bottles and kegs that contain the ale produced at his brewery, which is really more of a small city dedicated to the production of alcoholic beverages. Unusually for a dwarf, he is a rather jovial sort. Not to say that dwarves don't enjoy a good time, it's just that he's seen cheerfully laughing so often that it's generally assumed that he doesn't spit after tasting his brews to make sure they meet the quality expected of Lemonbrick Brewery. Possibly due to his constantly drunk status, he insists on being refered to as "Uncle Lemonbrick" by all. Despite his eccentricities, his skill is completely without question; he is without doubt the single greatest brewer in the world. Lemonbrick Premium, what the world considers to be his finest brew, goes for a hefty price outside of the Khazukan Ankor, and with good reason. As for what he considers to be his finest brew, the infamous Fungus Brew, well... Not only does it have mild hallucinogenic properties, but its alcohol content is so high that races without the fortitude and alcohol tolerance of the dwarves would drop dead of alcohol poisoning before they'd even drank half a glass, and even most dwarves find it hard to get through an entire glass without passing out.

• Other: Contrary to popular belief, dwarves don't eat rocks. Their cuisine is mostly composed of hearty stews and soups.

Name: Helfie

Titles: Misfit God,
Caretaker of the Lost,
Light in the Dark,
Goddess of the Depths,
Humble One.

Seat of Power: A simple, seemingly run-down shrine located close to the most populated area in Neath. While small, made of wood and not particularly ornate, the Lone Shrine is a homely place, one that serves as a guidepost for all those wishing to traverse the Underworld. No matter where one is when they enter the Underworld, they will naturally be guided to this place...

Divine Aspects: The Underworld, Harmony

Appearance: Depending on which of her Aspects currently hold the greatest influence over her, Helfie takes on one of two forms. She likely has other forms she may take, she simply has no need to take them.

Base Form
In her simplest, most pure form, Helfie takes the appearance of a very young, fair-skinned girl wearing little but ragged rags. Her long hair flows from her head in messy waves, and seems to constantly be in motion due to some imaginary, unseen breeze. Her eyes shine a brilliant, pure white hue that can be seen even across great distances, contrasting strongly with her otherwise mundane appearance. Her body, while often dirty from guiding people through the tunnels of Neath, is surprisingly without blemish or impurity.

Primal Form
The relatively monstrous form of Helfie when her Underworld Aspect is at the height of its strength. She appears like a young girl with breathtaking, pure-white hair and maddeningly black eyes. From the waist down, she has the body of a many-tentacled fiend of sorts, with 15 large, strong arms each possessing countless suckers on their undersides. Above the waist, she possesses a body quite similar to her base form, without the rags or dirt. While her tentacles seem a terrifying sight, they are mostly used to save people from cave-ins and to convince monsters to join Neath, as opposed to grasping and killing enemies.

Artifacts:
Seed of the Underworld
A seed that, once planted, will rapidly grow into one of the many Horrors of the Underworld. Whether it is a colossal flesh-eating worm, or a rapidly spreading fungus with poison spores, it will always be immensely dangerous to Helfie's enemies, while not nearly as much to Helfie or her followers. After the Horror is no longer needed, the Seed is able to be converted back into its original form, allowing for unlimited usages. Any aftereffects of what is summoned, such as lingering spores or pools of acid, will remain even after the original threat has been converted back into a Seed.

Concordia's Providence
A chalice that is able to fill itself with either pure water, the essence of happiness or healing water. May only produce more of its drinks once it has been drained entirely, and the liquids created can not be used for anything besides drinking. The ordinary water created is very refreshing, while the essence of happiness will bring the drinker temporary elation, regardless of prior feelings. The healing water created by the Chalice can regenerate wounds up to a moderate degree in any individual who drinks from it, but does no extend to restoring lost limbs or damage to certain vital organs, such as the brain or heart. The healing water also cures many ailments and negates poison, but does not actually quench the drinker's thirst.

Abilities:
Abyssal Radiance
Power of unknown origin that has been sealed hastily into Helfie's eyes, giving them their distinctive glow. Using this glow, she is able to inspire fear and subservience in any monster save those in the deepest parts of the Underworld. Naturally, this means that she may also inspire overwhelming amounts of fear in virtually any other living creature, but she dislikes using her power on any but the most bloodthirsty, mindless fiends. Her eyes can do more than just scare people, they are also able to light up any gloom no matter how dark, to the point of creating artificial daylight if she focuses her power strongly enough. Looking directly into her eyes for extended periods of time can cause temporary blindness. Finally, when in her Primal Form, her eyes seem to glow with an impossible black light, darkening things to the same degree as her Base Eyes brighten them. Notably improves the fear effect in her Primal Form as well.

Harmonize
The healing power of Helfie that restores injuries of heart, mind and spirit. Using it, she is able to easily bring individuals with such injuries into her embrace and convert them into her followers. Any people converted in this fashion will become absolutely devoted to her, making what would ordinarily be a problematic enemy into a powerful, unwavering ally. Theoretically, she could intentionally take measures to inflict emotional harm on people, which would in turn convert them into her undying followers. She probably wouldn't do this, though.

Personal History: At first, Helfie didn't have much of a purpose. She wandered listlessly through the Underworld, searching for something to make her own. She isn't sure how long it took, but some time later she discovered the first of the Cursed. They followed her brilliant eyes through the gloom, letting her guide them to the place where Neath would eventually be founded. They hailed her and celebrated her beauty, for she was the only thing in that endless darkness that gave off light. To them, she was the only thing in the world that was beautiful. Gradually, more and more of their kind were guided to her side, until eventually there was a large group forming around her. They built her a shrine, they paid her tribute, they even held celebrations in order to please her. So, in return, Helfie left them. She scoured the deepest Depths of the Underworld, searching for the thing she knew existed there. When she finally returned, grasped in her hands were spores from the Deep. She planted these spores near her shrine, and they quickly grew into towering, light-producing mushrooms.

The cursed were glad, and by cultivating these mushrooms, they began creating a civilization. Still, they never forgot about the girl who had shown them light, and still paid tribute to her as usual. They didn't have much, but a share of everything they had would always go to the Goddess. She was happy, because she had found purpose...

At some point far in the past, Helfie travelled to a place that exists far beneath the Underworld. She makes no mention of what she saw there, just that it was terrible beyond any comparison.

Personality: Helfie is...pure. Having made her home in the gutter of the world, she has seen more than her fair share of mortal despair, just as much as she has experienced mortal spirit. Among Gods, she is probably the one who understands mortals best, and notably doesn't express any real desire to rule over them. Still, she cares dearly for those within her influence, particularly within the Neath, and will do what she must to protect them. She keeps to herself and dislikes conflict, making her commonly misunderstood by the other Gods, who may think her weak. She has no wish to conquer or make enemies, but she will follow her "Family" to any ends, even if it means she must go to war.

Vulnerable to mental and spiritual corruption, although extreme measures would need to be taken.

I bet you read Helfie's CS and wondered to yourself, "Hey, what the fuck is an Underworld and where can I get one?"

Well, you came to the right place, here is where I'm going to tell you all about the wonders and terrors of: THE UNDERWORLD.

Now, the Underworld is actually an entirely physical region that exists below the surface of our lovely little land. But it's not just one or two silly caverns, there is actually more space in the underworld than there is on the entirety of the surface world combined! Now, what are you going to find in the Underworld? Lots of caves, the entire place is a massive subterranean network of caverns, natural tunnels, underground rivers and even a few entirely underground oceans! Now, doesn't that sound great? But if it's so great, why doesn't everybody go there? Well, the Underworld is no pushover, it's full of all sorts of nasties that are way stronger than anything you would find on the surface. Only Helfie, Goddess of the Underworld, is able to traverse this place safely. What's worse is that the further down you go in the Underworld, the more dangerous things get!

Now, just as the Underworld exists below the Surface World, there is also a place beneath the Underworld called the Abyss. Nobody but Helfie has ever been there before, though, and it is most definitely not a safe place to be for anybody.

Name: Neath

Location: Spanning an extensive network of caverns across multiple layers of the underworld, Neath is not lacking in size or variety despite not having any footing in the Surface World.

Government: Many Gods personally oversee their nations, but some nations have elected officials, and other ruling mortal parties.

Dominant race: [hider=Cursed]A race of people that may have once been human, doomed to wander the depths of the Underworld with no hope for salvation. They often have hideous, sometimes debilitating mutations or special powers that they evolved due to their horrific enviroment. No two Cursed are exactly alike, although there are some that display similarities based on area.

HALF SPIDER. HALF MAN.

Like Driders, but more humanoid and less monstrous.

Like fungus, but a guy.

Sometimes called "Dark Elves" or "Deep Folk".

Spooky.

Name: The Empire of Otrea

Location: Otrea sits in a harbour, fertile area. While having some forested regions up north of the cities, and leading into the settlements

Government: The Government of Otrea is led by an Emperor. The Emperor currently in power is Lars Merula the third. Underneath the Emperor is the Legate and the Council of Six. The Council of Six is elected officials from all six districts of Otrea. Then there is Unions , Guilds and other factions to represent worker rights.

Dominant race: Humans, the population of Otrea is mainly made up of Humans (40%)

Other races:
Orcs : Lacking intelligence but they make up for that in pure brute force. Average height spans from six foot five, to seven foot two. Green skin, Brown Eyes, Vampire like teeth (10%)
Dwarves: Small Creatures, warriors, scholars , some merchants and even blacksmith by trade. Most are less than four foot, brownish, whitish skin with brown or blue eyes. (30%)
Elves: Make up for Scholars, Merchants and often members of poliltic positions. Range from five foot five to 6 foot seven. Blue Eyes and with a light brown skin complexion, blue and grey eyes as well. (20%)

Wild Flora/fauna:
Moose , Buffalo, Boar , Deer , Pig , Bear, Fox Rabbits are common game in the forests.
A lot of plants grow in Otrea, but the most significant are:
False Bloom: A common plant in Otrea, known to make healing remedies
Upland Berry : A Tasty Berry , Common in the markets
Greenback Berry: Poisonous , known to make strong antioxidant’s if handled correctly
Milky Trilluim – Added to various drinks to create a smooth drink

(Will be adding more has the RP progress’s)

Specialization:
Otrea is known for it’s bazaars, harbours, courtrooms and Barracks. All being in good shape, taken care of and the people in them are often well behaved and well-kept

National History:

Otrea, was founded by Gallus the Brave. It began has a small town of people, mostly looters and mercenaries. Over the next decade, the small town would grow into a city, and a prospering empire.
Otrea really didn’t have that may conflict to the throne, but there was one near conflict. During the reign of Gallus’s cousin, Titus the Second, he enraged the local mercenary group called The Black Scars. Which lead to the event that was known to be “The Hamlet Massacre”. Titus brutal responded, by sending a legion to the base of the mercenary group and brutally murdering them. Small riots occurred, but they were quilled with little or no intervention
One thing to note is Otrea never started has that big of a nation has stated on maps. During the period of Titus the Forth, Otrea began to aggressively expand and take land. They offered tribes a deal, either then make their own settlements under the Otrea banner or die. Most tribes agreed to make a settlement, only a few were ever killed.


Alliances:

Enemies:

Notable People
Lars Merula (Emperor of Otrea)
Legate Appius Pavo (Commander of the Armed Forces)
Judge Decius Seuso (Supreme Court Judge)
Placus Geta (Chairman of the Merchants Guild)
Marcus Caldus (Head of Otrea Guard)

Name: Uldir

Title(s): “God of War” “ God of Justice” “ God of Wealth”

Seat of Power: Castle , fortified with a huge shrine in the center , that pilgrims can enter to pay their respect.

Divine Aspects: War, Wealth, and Justice

Appearance:
Judge
During times in history, Uldir took the role of a judge. This judge was untainted by corruption and bribes or untouched by the words of other people. In this form, he often rules the court room with a modest voice, a beard and grey hair. He also tends to have a menacing look has he begins to trail the one being taken to jail. After the hearing is done, Uldir leaves this form and replaces it with the original soul.
Legate
At times, when he senses there is grave danger for his interests and his devotee’s, he takes the form of a commander, or legate in his nation. He often appears has a tall figure (6’7) and tends to have a great sense of tactics and planning ahead. He tends to lead his men into battle, and making sure that he has their full loyalty. He is known to change tides but when all is lost, he often does the honourable thing and retreats. However, whenever he is defeated or he is done with the battle he retreats from this form and the legate’s soul is replaced to its mortal counterpart
Merchant
In times of peace, and when he feels that his kingdom is in peace and total prosperity, Uldir takes the form of a decent merchant. The merchant is described has a kind, honourable young man. Who seems to have some sort of aura that drives away crime and thieves, but also boosts the sales of people around him? He is the youngest in this form, and speaks softer. Not only that but he often seen dressed in fine garments, and his wares are often of high and extreme value, his good range from uncommon to rare goods.

Artifacts:

The Ledger of Uldir
It is said , that this fabled Ledger can even turn a business that had no coin in his bank to a profitable nation known business, in a matter of seconds. (Currently in the Hands of Uldir)
Uldirs Gavel
This gavel, is heavy to lift, but it’s deifying tone can bring order to a unruly courtroom, in a matter of moments.

Unique abilities: Powers that set you apart from other Gods. Every God has them. Choose two for now. More can manifest during the RP.

Merchants Boon

When Uldir is in Merchant form, he seems to cast a aura around his area that turns thieves away, not only that but it enhances profits for merchants by attracting more and more people to there stalls

Mindreader

In the court room, Uldir can read the minds of both sides when he is the Judge. It allows him to make a clear and definite judgement of the case.

Personal History: Stories varies about how Uldir came into the Mortal realm. Some say he was a farmer who becomes a successful merchant. Others say he was a young soldier who becomes a general. People argue he was a judge’s apprentice. What is true is in the Nation’s History, Uldir has played a pivotal role in creating the Nation’s Bazaar’s, Barracks and Court Rooms that are spoken about all over the world.
Various groups have claimed to see Uldir in his mortal form, yet none can be sure. Some even go to the point that he has no mortal form, and is just a part of the sky. Sadly, in the nation, where is shrine is located, there are two religious groups for Uldir.
On the left, is the Believers of Uldir, who say that he does not have a mortal form and is a part of the sky. Backing for them is common in the rich districts, and the higher upper’s area. The temples are often stylized in Gold , Jewels and Gems with marble floors , granite tables and fine chairs, often as well with a shrine of Uldir as well in these huge temples, right in the center of it with huge sums of money, weapons and often. Notable people that are a part of the Believers of Uldir are the current Legate, the Supreme Court Judge, the legate of the army and the current Emperor of the city.
On the right, in the poor districts of these cites is the religious group called “The Followers of Uldir”. The different in these temples is noticeable right away. The temples are often made out of stone, have wooden chairs and a small shrine of Uldir. Often it has a few pouches of coin, maybe 1-2 pieces of gold and a few gems. Notable people who are apart of “The Followers of Uldir” include the guard captain, the Merchants Guild Chairman, and the Judge of the poor districts court.

The true story however of Uldir, is one that does not match the ones told by mortals. Uldir was a tyrant, a coward king who murdered his own brother and father to usurp the throne. Indeed, it sounds grave to many and that's why no one believes this myth. But this is the true story has it goes:

Uldir, his days numbered wanted to be given immortality. Vamperism wouldn't be a good trait since he liked wandering about in the sun, being a wearwolf has it's downsides. So he broke a deal with the goddess of the Undead. In-Exchange for one pure Diamond, she would grant Uldir immortality , and nothing could hurt him. Uldir, knew this was his golden chance, so he told that a sum of 25,000 Gold Pieces shall be given to any merchant that hands him a pure diamond. Merchants rushed from corner to corner of the small village. Before one merchant handed him the diamond. Uldir murdered the merchant later after, in a closed and secluded place. Once the Diamond was placed on the Undead Altar , the Goddess trapped the soul of Uldir into the diamond, and the dead body of Uldir laid there. She then threw the diamond away, to another land of some sorts. The Diamond hit, what is now known has Modern day Otrea. Has the Diamond hit, it slowly vaporised in mid air. The mist created rains over Otrea for over 2 years straight, during this time, Uldir would take form. Once Uldir taken form has a god, he repented to earn the respect's of the other gods, and to prove that even a tyrant, can be one worthy of the status... of an god.

Personality:

Various religious scripts have spoken about the personality of Uldir. Some say that he’s a kind man who cares about the state of his nation, and his devotee’s. Other scripts say he’s a god that wants vengeance, and doesn’t mind putting his wraith on people to stand in his way and speak bad about him.

Other: Anything you'd like to note, which I left out.