Cog: The predecessor to the modern human ship, the Cog was the first open oceangoing vessel made developed since the fall of the Praelian Empire. It has a single mast, with a forecastle and an aft castle. It was clinker-built with steep sides and a flat bottom. While it is mostly obselete nowadays, it is still used as a cheap transportation of goods or people. They ranged from 50 to 80 feet in length, and could carry around 150 tons of cargo.


Carrack: The workhorse of the seas, the Carrack was developed as a heavier and much larger version of the Cog. It's generally a very powerful and well manned vessel, called 'Greatships' in Andred. It had a high rounded stern with an aftcastle and a forecastle and bowsprit at the stem. It was square-rigged on the foremast and mainmast and lateen-rigged on the mizzenmast. It generally had 3-4 masts and could travel quicker than the Cog, and carry far more while being more stable on rough waters. It's generally 150 feet in length, and at maximum capacity carry 1,000 tons.


Caravel: Larger than the Cog but smaller than the Carrack, the Caravel was built for speed and maneuverability on the open ocean. It had 3 masts of lateen triangular sails, and could carry up to 200 tons of cargo at maximum capacity. While not indefensible, it does not have a forecastle and the sternpalace is slightly lower than a Carracks. It's usually 80-100 feet in length.


Elven Galleon: Avid Seafarers, the Elves have perfected the Carrack and the Caravel designs into what the human's call Galleons. Nearly the size of a Carrack but with the speed to match a Caravel. With 300 tons of capacity and 3-4 square masts, it's a terrifying force on the seas.
Note: The Praelian's use Galleons as well, slightly larger but slower, but superbly built.


Elven Sloop/Schooner: Two masts and a narrow design makes these the fasted vessels on the high seas, low in the water but able to sail circles around most anything they will come into contact with. There have been reports of these ships out-sailing sea beasts.


Dwarf Ironclad: Contrary to popular belief, Dwarves do not hate water. In fact, they have helped developed the Carrack, thinking that a Shipwright is simply another term for engineer. However, if you have just Dwarves thinking of what the best ocean-going ship it would, it would look something like this. A juggernaught of iron and steam, this ship can even survive limited time completely submerged. Able to hold 1200 tons and can smash through any other ship that it comes across.


Northman Warship:
Despite it being so low in the water and with only one mast, the Northmen longboats are still very effective at speed and combat on rough seas. Powered as much by the hearty warriors that sail them as by the wind, they have the capabilities of a cog, with faster speed and a more reliable chance of losing water it takes on.
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In the beginning, there was only one, for all was one, and one was all. He was Truth. He was Love. In his left hand was Creation, and in his right was the Life he would breathe into it. He was the EverGod, and the AllMaker, who the Ra'Sheeks refer to as Hayasham, roughly translated into 'Sunfather.' It was his first act to make the Divine Spirits as his children, those we know today as Gods. Next were the first Beasts (Primordials), alongside the Titans, and the Ancients who wielded the power of the Elements. Next were the Dragons, The Dwarves, and the Saurdraxus (known as the Lizardmen) who still stand vigil to this day.

The unnamed World was barren, but not lifeless. With Mighty tools of World-Forging, the Ancestors of the Dwarves tirelessly shaped the world from beneath. Above ground, the Dragons tore through the earth with their great claws and their fire, reshaping mountains to form the landscape, just as the Titans and their offspring the Giants built and removed huge chunks of earth, digging and filling river ways. The Primordials and the Ancients formed the Seas and the contained the power of the Elements that were gifted to this new world to shape it just as the EverGod intended.

It was over 10,000 years ago that the Ancient War was waged. The Titans, The Elemental Ancients, the Beast God Fal'Hroth alongside the Primordials fought against Dwarf, Dragon, and the Divine Spirits for this new world, for they felt they deserved to call it their own. This great struggle of Titanic forces send the world in an upheaval, undoing the work they had taken millenia to build. The Divine Mikhaḗl, known as Bael in the modern tongue, fought Fal'Hroth for a century before he smote the Beast Lord, sending his shattered fragments to the world below.

The War ended with the banishment and the imprisonment of the four ancients, as well as the Titans fleeing the realm. The Elements and Beasts of Fal'Hroth were then given over to Sendarius the God of Nature, put into his safekeeping. The Fallen Dragons were given a blessing for their sacrifice, and given an artifact of Divine might called the DragonHeart, allowing them to be reborn as Humanoid, yet still Draconic in nature. The new Drabarians would guard the gift with their lives, and took it as their sacred duty to uphold the justice of the Gods, for they were good.

The world was now changed, and somewhere in the Outer Realm, the Elves were having their own chism, as they had been made to aid the Gods in their endeavors upon their plane. Unfortunately, the God of Chaos, known as Malganus, took a weave of the power known as magic from the Eternity Arcane, and sent it to this new world, coating it in energy. The Elves were banished from the Heavens, but allowed to remain in a plane of their own, infused with magic themselves, for they had been made as creatures of it.

Malganus was subsequently shattered by his trespasses, for this was not apart of the great plan. The Dwarves and Saurdraxus were immune to the effects, for they had been made as incorruptible workers. But the Dragons had been made as the first great beings and grew greedy, and supped from the very site the Magic entered the world, infusing it into their own beings and making them beasts of arcane energy. This power warped the beasts of the land, and races such as the giants, forming monsters of all sorts. The power corrupted many of the Dragons however, and they began to wage a war against the Dwarves and their kin, for their lust for power gave them a jealousy and lust for riches. This war Between the Dwarves and Dragons was fought for centuries, only halted once the Eldritch Hordes of the Ether came...



While not pure Demons, the Hordes of the Borag-Mor were otherworldly entities from across the sea of the Great Void. Their Eldritch Masters, great Ether spirits of corruption and hatred, were drawn to this new world once magic was introduced to it, as if following a Beacon lit in the dark. Warp Gates were erected through nefarious means, and across the Globe, Dwarves, Dragons, and Saurdraxus fought side by side together against hundreds of thousands, if not millions of otherworldy entities in a titanic battle that raged throughout the continents.

While the line was held tirelessly by the Elder races, there seemed to be no end of the Borag-Melek armies, and a century would pass before the Hordes suddenly halted further their conquest to claim the world of their own, as if drawn to another plane...

The defenders of the world were tired, having fought titanic struggle after struggle, and many had been lost in the defense of this world. The Lizardmen found they only had the strength to man the Wetlands to the South, and the Dwarves could only just fill their Thundrims. Dragons took to fallen Dwarf Holds or Caverns of their own forging, and this was when Men came into the light. The race of Men had been made since before the War of the Ether, but were simple creatures in a world full of might and power. As the Dwarves had been hewn of stone, Men was formed from dust, and given life by the EverGod himself, as a final creation in this world.

Now Men rose, fighting Beast and Monster and creating a great Empire of their own. Allying with the Dwarves and given respect to the Dragons, their power grew great, for a time. Until their sins became too much to bear, and the EverGod created the Drain of the World...


This takes place in a World called Maroleth, on the largest known continent, Torek. It's filled with various different biomes and people. I admit I suck at maps and do not have one, but since I'm wanting to 'open' you up into this big world, I'll just give a minor description of the continent and its nations.

Whichever place or people you choose to hail from, PM me to find out more and to answer any questions you have.

From West to East,

At the Center of Torek, like a great red eye, is the Dreadlands. Long ago, when the race of man grew in power and esteem, they began to let loose their inner desires, filling their lives with anger, violence, lust, and all forms of hedonistic sin. Instead of punishing them himself, the Evergod touched the world, and made a 'drain' of sorts, for all of mankind's sins to wash away in. This drain, formed at the center of the Primieval Forest, is now known as the Dreadlands. It's a region of fire and ash, full of demons and cultists who have proven themselves worthy of being able to enter to join its armies. It's a, simply, a hellscape. Before the Downfall of Praelior and after the great demonic war, the Empire joined together with the Elves and Dwarves to form 12 Towers called Mythal- Tiriths to surround the Dreadlands and keep them from spreading. Unfortunately, over the years, each tower fell from DeathKnights or were abandoned, leading to increasing attacks by armies of cultists and demons.

The Dreadlands, the Great Primieval forest that surrounds it, as well as the Fangs of the World, all separate the Northern Nations from the Southland. To the east, one must cross the Khalahar plans and the Arad Luin desert to make it into that uncharted land. Only by ship is it somewhat safe, and you must travel around the continent to reach there. Other than its red skinned natives, Lizardmen, and various Elven races (and the occasional Dwarf hold or two), the Southland remains hugely uncharted.





Ah yes, Magic. The word itself brings wonders to mind in an instant! Magic is a mysterious and curious, but very dangerous thing. Only the Goddess of Magic, and the EverGod who made her, have full knowledge of its depths and Origins. It is a supernatural force that ranges in power from transporting things long distance, to viewing peoples dreams, to even slowing time. Something we do know, that all mages learn, is that magic is dangerous, but more than that....it is addictive. One must have control over themselves, to use magic. It is not as addictive as pleasures of the flesh (to most), and lust for Gold for most (especially Dwarves and Dragons), but it is addictive none the less. Mages who seek power seek it, not only to be more powerful, but also to be able to feel more magic flowing through them. As to how non magic users view it, think of the Warhammer world. Magic is known to be more than mere superstition, but it's not everyday common, and often seen as untrustworthy and suspicious to most.
Magic is everywhere. In the air we breathe and the water we drink and the food we eat. Within us. A Mage's strength is derived from how much magic is initially within you, and how much magic from the surrounding world you can handle. Also, despite everyone having the ability to wield magic, only the educated and the properly trained can hope to cast a spell. Without the correct rituals and practices given by a master or teacher, you have next to no chance at harnessing what magic you possess. This is why there are so few mages.
Spells, Runes, and Incantations are fail-safes for magic. They are not required, but beginner mages cannot wield magic without them, and even Master mages would do well to keep the proper scriptures and phrases in mind. However, once you are no longer a novice, you have the limited ability to wield magic at your will without uttering a phrase or planting a rune. Higher classes can wield magic easily without such precautions (unless it is a particularly powerful spell they are casting) unless of course, they have exhausted themselves. In that event, if they lose enough strength, they will only be able to wield spells through runes, incantations, and mystical phrases.



Things to Note:
Alchemy: Mainly studied in the Arad Luin and Praelior, as well as the Dwarf Thundrims across the land, the practice of Alchemy is a lost art. Most of the great Libraries that housed its studies was lost 3,000 years previous in the Great Demon War. Though some of its knowledge has been regained. The Praelians still have alchemical fire that burns even in water and sticks to skin, for instance.

Mages Guilds: You can make your own if you PM me about it.

Mage Classes: Must be C class or lower.

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The most unified race in all of Torek, as well as the most ancient (aside from Dragons). They are exceptionally strong and heavy for their size, and they are reknowned for their determination and skill in warfare and craftsmanship. Even with their long memories and historical records, Dwarven history precedes even their own knowledge, stretching back at least 10,000 years.

Dwarves tend to keep to themselves, only leaving their underground and mountain homes (or sparse farmlands) to trade or sell their wares. It's rare to see a Dwarven mercenary or adventurer that doesn't have a motive to further his clan or hold. Even a Dwarven lass serving drinks at a tavern will give a small tribute to her family and clan of her earnings. To insult a Dwarf is to insult his family, his clan, his Kingdom, and perhaps even all of Dwarfdom if the offense is great enough.

All Dwarves are governed by a High King, who has 12 lesser Kings that rule great Dwarf holds, and thanes that rule lesser regions and outposts. Each King is apart of one of the 12 original Dwarven clans formed after the great Demon War 3,000 years ago. Every Dwarven Kingdom has a hall for every clan, as well as various guilds, and a separate hall for the priests/runesmiths.

Dwarven surnames can be their ancient surnames, which are akin to a human surname that is passed from generation to generation. They can be a reflection of clan pride, and can be dubbed a clan name such as Ironskin or Fellhammer if allowed by the clan heirs. Or, it can be given by a Thane or King (or even a group of lower caste Dwarves) if they have achieved a particular deed, such as 'Dragonslayer'.

Dwarves are effective tunnel fighters, and infantryman above and below ground. They have excellent siege weapons, and make the finest crossbows in the world (as well as the finest blades and weapons in general). Despite their stature, they have an excellent, albeit uncommon, ranger Tradition. They only have a small cavalry mounted on rams and warboars, used for heavy charges. Despite their short legs, Dwarves hardly tire, and can move vast distances over a short amount of time for the simple fact that they will probably walk through the night, while most armies would rest.

They can smell freshly cut stone, and have an innate ability to see the imperfections and quality of stone and metal. A Dwarf can see in the dark as well as a Dark Elf, and better than all of the other Elven subraces. They are organized, brilliant tacticians, strong willed, and resistant to magic and poison. Their drink is legendary, though often too strong for normal men to endure. Their weaknesses lie in their Gold lust, pride, and closed mindedness.

A Dwarf has the same life expectancy as an Elf, close to 400 years. While some Elves use magic to increase their lifespan, some Dwarves do so out of sheer willpower. A Dwarf stands 4 to 4 1/2 feet tall. Males are typically 180-200 pounds, while females weight between 140 and 160. Their language and secrets are kept closely guarded, but all can speak Northern common. Some northern Dwarves enjoy ritualistic tattoos to show their accomplishments upon their skin.
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Ironskins founded by Toril Ironskin

FellHammers founded by BJÖRN FellHammer

FarForgers founded by Dagni FarForger

StoneCarvers founded by Ragna StoneCarver

Darkfighters founded by Einar Darkfighter

OathBearers founded by Njord OathBearer

Goldnuggets founded by Frode Goldnugget

SkullCrushers founded by Ingvar SkullCrusher

Gemcutters founded by Virket Gemcutter

MountainGuards founded by Gulbrandr MountainGuard

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Little is known of the enigmatic Gnomes. Their prospective origins are only known to a few human scholars. Some fancy them to be an offshoot of the Dwarves, and others believe they are a type of Elf. Gnomes stand 3 1/2 feet in height, and weigh between 40-60 pounds, depending upon gender and build. They have curious eyes, large noses, and males are typically bald with prized goatees. They are known as tinkerers, sorcerers (particularly illusion and transmutation magic), and smiths of jewels and stone. Their largest region is called Cutterstone, located above and below a large collection of hills close to Thundrim Kadrin, a Dwarf Hold that guards one of the few passes that link the North and the Southland. Other than that location, the race is scattered throughout the land, mostly around Dwarven lands. However, some Gnomes find themselves as valued Scholars in great libraries of men.

While they are fascinated by jewelry, stone, and the workings of an engineer, they also have a love of nature and enjoy being outside on a nice day. Gnomes can whittle with the best, and have famous and ingenious pipe designs they both create and use for themselves for a light smoke.



Roughly 3,000 years before the present day, the previously uncharted Primieval forest spilled forth with an army of cultists, demons, Death Knights, and various other hellish abominations. So great was the sin of the world, that their army numbered in the millions. The men of the North at that time were caught completely unaware, doing their best to hold back this new, and powerful threat. The Dwarves were similarly attacked from within their tunnels, holding off the 2nd half of the invasion that tried to hit the humans from below ground, but numbers and powerful magic pushed back the civilized world of men step by step. That is, until the arrival of the Elves.
Twelve years previous, Elven ships that could navigate the stars landed upon eastern Torek, in the fabled land of Shi'Ran. Some began to make settlements in the lush jungles of the eastern world, though the majority of them moved ever westward in search of a new home. Slim and graceful, with powerful but wild magic, the Elven vanguard crashed into the Demonic flank, giving the world of men a small respite to regroup and make a counter attack upon the armies of the Dreadlands. With the combined might of the Elves, Dwarves, and Men, as well as groups from other races such as the Dragons, pushed back the immense invasion and sealed the Demons back into the Dreadlands by creating the Mythal-Tiriths. When the dust settled and the war was over, the world of men was all but broken. Much of their greatness was lost, though with the help of their allies, new and old, they rebuilt and thrived in the north, creating the Empire of Praelior. The Elves moved ever westward, until the last remaining of them settled on the fabled Island of Aléborn, south of the Praelior peninsula and east of the Southland and Fangs of the world. They became known as the Silver Elves. There were some who elected to stay behind in the east of the Primeival forest, keeping the ancient traditions of their people, who are now known as the Great Clan Elves. Some elected to stay in the forest proper, and patrol it, learning to live with the natural world and becoming great huntsman, befriending the creatures like the Centaurs and Sendarius, the God of Nature. These became the Wood Elves. The Dark Elves...you will see.

Over the years, as the Praelian Empire began to collapse, the Elves became more and more isolated in their new homes. The Dwarves owned many lands above ground, but were settled by the Elves unknowingly before the war was over, as the Dwarves were too busy fighting underground to argue the point. However, once they were able to breathe, there were border disputes, and relations have never been friendly, though there is no true animosity either in the modern day. Elves are merciless warriors, learned scholars, and the most feared archers and mages on Torek.

Note: While their bodies are often athletic, certain aspects of the Elves, such as powerful longbows with over 150 pounds in draw weight, should not be easy for someone as slim as an Elf to use. So how do they do it? Through a power they call 'Khala,' what humans now know as 'Ki.' By manipulating the energy in their bodies, Elves are capable of 'split second' feats of strength that otherwise would not be possible for people their size and girth. It comes naturally to them, which means that they cannot control it for longer than an instant, and only use it for short time periods, such as the time it takes to draw back a bowstring. Some small groups of men called Monks have been able to harness their own 'Khala' or 'Ki' thanks to observing the Elves. Dwarves however, are incapable of using Ki.


When someone thinks of Elf in the North, more than likely they'll think of a Silver Elf. Lithe, with a light but undeniable grace and fair skin, Silver Elves are the most 'civilised' and 'advanced' Elven subrace. They make their Kingdom of Leth'Arian along the eastern coast of the Southland, and the Isle of Aléborn less than 100 miles off the coast, parallel to the Fangs of the World. Silver Elves are organized and patient, yet have a love of fine wine and slightly hedonistic tendancies. They hold a great deal of fascination with magic and produce the most powerful mortal mages, but there are no shortages of swordsman/spearman in gleaming armor and superb archers in their ranks. They are excellent seafarers, and there are rumors they have discovered other continents across the sea from their expeditions.

Their Kingdom is, ironically, organized in a similar fashion to the Dwarves in a way. They have a high Queen, and lesser Kings and Queens that pay homage to her from her throne on Aléborn. It's slightly reminiscent of Andred and Praelian governments too, for they have a loose feudal system, though the common folk are treated with much more respect and opportunity to further themselves than most human serfs. It makes a bit of sense, for the Silver Elves were the ones who had a helping hand in Praelior's rise to power. They stand at 5'5 to 5'7 in height, and typically weigh 130 pounds for either gender. They have long pointed ears that poke out of their lush hair, and long eyebrows and lashes. Hair color is generally black, golden, or pure silver. Brown eyes are rare among them.


After the Great Demon War, some Elves elected to remain in the Primieval forest and patrol it, to halt the flow of Demons from civilized lands, and to protect the forest from other mortals and monsters. These Elves became the Wood Elves. Their Kingdom is called Vérna'thelan, but there are no true borders to it. They consider the Great Forest as a whole, their domain, though they are happy to share it with Centaurs, Furbolgs, Nymphs, and others who are friends to the forest. They live in loose villages within the trees for the most part. There is also a few loose Wood Elf villages located in the north, concentrated on the Kaelic Isle. Those particular Elves tend to wear blue woad, and are dubbed humorously, Woad Elves.

Wood Elves are, of course, masters at guerilla warfare, unparalleled in woodcraft and archery, excellent melee combatants, and all share a fierceness for protecting the land and people they love. They are graceful and coordinated, even compared to other Elves, able to run across the trees almost as easily as solid ground. While slim, they are a bit stockier and slightly more tan than Silver Elves. Golden, brown, and black hair is common, though auburn is not unheard of for a hair color. As is the case with Silver Elves, brown eyes are rare. Wood Elves often have animal companions, and have a limited ability to communicate with them. While tolerant of blundering outsiders, they are ever wary and on guard against outer threats, and Demonic incursions from within.



Some Elves felt that their journey across the Stars and the Eastern Sea led them to lose their original culture, and decided to settle in seclusion near the East of the wooded foothills of the Primeival forest. While they are not as civilized as the other Elven subraces, they are not simple barbarians. The Elves of the Great Clans preserve a way of life that they had before their subsequent cultural shift and journey across the stars.

They are more physical than their counterparts, with thicker and stronger limbs. They grow their hair long and unkempt, and live in simple, earth colored robes. Despite their humble attire, they have wicked and well forged blades, and prefer to fight in melee combat usually (archers are still common, however). The Elves of the Great Clans have a small margin of control over their 'Khala' and use it to increase their attack power and speed for a bit longer than other Elves. They have a shamanistic tradition, and live in scattered villages made of timber, hide, and clay.



During the Great Demon War, the bloodshed was so thick and the armies so large, it was hard to tell who was winning at any discernible time. A faction of Men and Elves broke away from the fighting, and began to delve into the deepest and darkest lore of both of their races, in order to find some way to banish the Demons back into the Dreadlands. It took them three years, until they found an ancient Elvish legend written upon a scroll from across the stars. It was an incantation to summon a being that was Demon nor God, or perhaps both. They gathered their greatest mages, and summoned the Eldritch creature Bal'thamon. They pleaded with him to help them push back the Demons, and he promised them power the like they have never seen. Such was the time of their curse. He touched them, and the Elves suddenly changed. Their hearts were twisted, and the curse of Bal'thamon released them of all inhibitions and brought to the forefront all of their selfish desires just as their skin turned dark indigo and their eyes gave off a faint, eerie glow of either gold or silver. The High born Elves, now transformed into Dark Elves or 'Dorcha' grew a small craving for mortal blood as well. However, they were not dependent upon it like the transformed Men, who became the Vampires.

The Dorcha fought against both Demons and their previous kin, fleeing underground as the last of the Demons were banished and the full might of the goodly races fell upon them.
The Dark Elves have now created vast city states in the Low-ways, finding empty spaces and initially pushing back the battered Dwarven defenders from a few key holds. Their politics are full of schemes and backstabbings, even more than the most vile northern court. Torturers are treated with respect, and females rule with an iron fist. A Dark Elf, while athletic compared to a human, is a tad more full bodied than most Elves.

Something to Note: Bal'Thamon's curse began to wear off after a few generations, but the damage was done to both their view by surface Elves, and to their own society. Now the Dark Elves, with full control over their faculties, grow up in a society that promotes wickedness, hedonism, and cruelty, and therefore treat the world in such a fashion. They have also discovered how to draw their taint and infect others. It is a costly ritual, that requires great magic and multiple mages, but if they capture a Surface Elf, they can curse them just as they were cursed, destroying all moral boundaries of the Elk and making them a full Dorcha.



Due to most Elves living in the Southland or off the coast, it's not a common thing for a Man and Elf to have children, but it does happen. When it does, it creates a Half Elf. With lightly pointed ears, attractive features, and athletic human builds, they can blend in with either community, but not fully. Many Elves will generally see them as a curiosity or a wayward outcast, while it can vary wildly with humans, going from being admired to being shunned. They tend to live 180 to 200 years, and stay youthful longer than men do, even with equivalent age.



A curious union, born within the forests of the Kaelic Isle. The Skayleigh people are what you get when you cross a Wood Elf with a Giant. Standing 7 feet tall and statuesque, the Skayleigh are lithe figured, yet thick bodied and solidly built. They have greater grace than men, with added strength due to their size and natural Giant heritage. They tend to have ears near as sharp as Elves, with blonde or brown hair. Many people are wary of this curious race, and the Skayliegh tend to fight alongside the Woad Elves and Kaelic people against the occupying Andred forces. Giants see them as an oddity and do not accept them as their own, yet they do not scorn them either.





Known as the Doomed Race, or the Race of the End Times. Drabarians are essentially powerfully built Draconic humanoids. They are said to be the bastard offspring of the Dragon God, Thron. No one knows their true origins, but scholars believe their original land was upon the northern Steppes above the Khalahar plains. There are ancient texts indicating they fought the Demons during the last Great Demon War, but they did not truly make contact with civilized humanity until the Praelian Empire was about to collapse. While they came and tried to help the crumbling Empire by slaying the invading barbarians, their approach was seen as a herald of the End. Indeed, when Andred was formed, Bael the God of Justice gave a prophecy to the Drabarian leader, the Ker'gon. He told him that his people would remain scattered, and would only find what they seek at the world's end. It was discovered that they left their original home to find their missing Relic, the Flame Apex. Bael took pity on them, and gave him his blessing.

From then on, the Drabarians have traveled the land, searching for both their relic, and heroic deeds to be done. Truly, every Drabarian is only worth by what they do with their life. Their culture is very much revolved around combat, dedication, and a heroic ideal for serving justice. They are friends to Dwarves, and the human nation of Thangoradrim.

A Drabarian can live to be 250 years old. They reach maturity at age 50, but do not stop growing until they die. Their growth depends on their personal prowess. If a Drabarian lives up to Bael's blessing and Thron's warrior ideal, he will grow larger, and if he is especially lucky, he will grow a tail and perhaps wings like their Draconic ancestors. An average Drabarian weighs over 350 pounds and stands 7 feet tall, but by their 250th year, it is not uncommon for a Drabarian to reach 8 or 9 feet in height and might perhaps weigh 600 pounds. Drabarian's have a breath weapon akin to Dragons, that grows stronger with age and success. They have a natural armor of scales, lightly magic resistant.





Ancient and powerful creatures who have shaped the very land of Maroleth as well as ruled it. While none reach God-like strength, old dragons have been known to rival Elemental Lords or Divine Avatars in power and destructive force. As a whole, Dragons are feirsome foes. They have a gold lust that rivals the Dwarves, a power lust that rivals the most destructive mages, a lust for jewels and artifacts unknown to anyone else, and a particular lust to rule those who are lesser (which pretty much includes everyone). It depends on what type of Dragon you are dealing with for its color, breath weapon, and some abilities, but they do all share common traits. They are long lived. No one knows how long a Dragon can live, but the oldest one known nearly reached 5,000 years. They can sleep for months, and the older ones can sleep for decades. They have amazing senses, able to smell the emotion in another being, and able to see a rabit running through a meadow nearly a mile away. Most have wings, but there are a few ground drakes that do not, and many lesser species of Dragons that are incapable of flight. When dragons attempt to breed, they do not successfully create children half of the time, so the number of Dragons remain low. To curb this though, the women dragons have an intense desire to breed, as much as males in fact, unlike most species. Dragons are rumored to have 2 or more forms. The first one is obviously the Draconic one. Ten feet long seems to be the usual size of a month old dragon, and it will eventually reach Seventy feet or more. No one knows if they can choose between what form they take or not when they do switch forms, although it is generally acknowledged that they cannot switch genders when changing forms. Dragons enjoy eating humanoids, although they generally know that Dwarves aren't tasty and are quite hard to swallow...they tend to bite back. They usually look at humanoids as a humanoid would see a stray dog, or sometimes they see them as we see rats. To anger a Dragon isnt wise, to meet one on purpose is something for the brave or foolish. If you ever are to meet a Dragon, take care and be careful with your words. It is said also that, even in humanoid form, a Dragon is far stronger and swifter than they should be. Dragons can also mate with humanoids in humanoid form, though many Dragons see this as beneath them. If a Male humanoid mates with a female Dragon, they can in fact create Dragons. Sometimes they are a bit weaker or have no wings, but they are true Dragons all the same. If a Male Dragon mates with a Female humanoid, they create the 'Dragonborn.' These are Humanoids with incredible magical potential and lifespans, who often search ancient tomes to increase their Draconic powers, and some have even discovered how to access their true Dragon forms.






Also called the Undying, and the derogatory term 'Leech' (mainly given by Priests and Dwarves, or those with a particular distaste for Vampires). The first Vampire's story is divided. Some say they were touched by the otherwordly being Baltha'mon, along with the Dark Elves. Another tells of a mortal who was touched by both Nar'rogg (God of Death and Destruction) and the powers of the Dreadlands. Becoming both death and demonic, yet neither. These beings hunger for blood and nothing else. Drink and food are merely consumed because of taste, or perhaps habit. Once a mortal becomes one of the Undying, they not only gain immortality, but unholy strength and speed, as well as nightvision and the ability to beglamour their prey. They have a weakness for sunlight, holy items and spells, and silver, along with a stake through the heart. It is currently unknown if they have an actual aversion to garlic. Burn by fire and sun can only be healed if they drink an excessive amount of blood immediately, lest their burns become permanent. From what modern Scholars can tell, Vampires form tight nit 'families' so to speak. They are often ruled by a Master or Mistress. One that sired the rest of them (or sired their first followers, who in turn sired more). Not to say there are not rogue Vampires. But they are few and far between, for without proper guidance from an elder Vampire, a newly Undying can easily lose themselves in bloodshed and become easy prey for those they presume to hunt.


The Origins of this race is long lost, though old tales hint of a wager amongst the Gods. Werewolves are similar to Vampires in that they are made via bite from a different Werewolf. Once you have contracted the 'infection', you must have a priest cast healing magic over the wound and drink a tea of the Wolfweed plant to fight through it. Otherwise you will become a Werewolf.
Much of a Werewolf's abilities depends on age along with trial and error. Initially a Werewolf can merely transform by the light of the full moon. Most often a human, the man grows a foot in height and gains a few stone weight in muscle mass. His skin grows thick fur over the course of seconds and your mouth and nose restructures to form a snout. Your ears, mouth, teeth...all are Wolf like (along with the senses). Only your eyes remain the same. You also get a bushy tail at your back and your hands grow fierce claws.
Once a Lycan becomes more used to his transformation, he has greater control over his transformed state. Eventually, if you are not stabbed with Silver or beheaded, you can transform without the full moon (however, if there is a full moon out you cannot help but transform). Some even gain the ability to talk in their Wolf state.
Ancient Werewolves are able to transform into normal wolves and communicate with them, though so few are so old and many consider this legend (even other Werewolves). You gain a resistance to normal weapons, but of course, if enough of them hack into you you'll eventually die.
A non transformed Werewolf has absolutely no powers unless they are extremely old and powerful.







Unknown to many, Lizardmen culture is as old as the Dwarven one, stretching back many thousands of years. Information on it is very hard to come by however. They are extremely defensive of their swamps and hunting grounds, and seem to have a supernatural knowledge of whatever region they call home. They are incorruptible and tireless, having faced the Hordes of the Ether, and the Demons of the Dreadlands. They are masters of guerilla warfare, and enjoy eating all kinds of meat (including sentient beings) though they'll eat plants when need be. A Lizard man stands between 6 and 7 feet tall, though they are often hunched or crouched. They have powerful tails, claws, and can breathe underwater as well as in air. Cousins to Drabarians, while they aren't quite as strong of arm (most of the time) they are still quite powerful, and have an ability to regenerate that exceeds any other race. Their scales provide a natural armor as well.



Gnolls share many similarities with Lizardmen. Both are tall and lean, but muscled. Both are avid hunters, and neither are necessarily evil at heart. However, while the Lizardmen are protective of their homes, Gnolls are nomads. While not evil, they have a particular taste for mortal flesh, especially human and Elf flesh. Even more so than other animals. These creatures are particularly violent, and will literally tear their enemies apart and eat them as they lay still alive. They live in Clans and tend to follow the most powerful mating pair of the pack.



Ogres are huge humanoid creatures, standing 10 feet tall on average and weighing 800 to 1000 pounds. They aren't the most intelligent beings, but they aren't incredibly stupid either, able to speak some broken Northern. These monsters tend to live in clans, but often times wander alone in the forest looking for food. They are favorite subjects of dark wizards or lords looking for creatures to fight in arenas.

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Also known simply as God, Lord, or sometimes referred to as the "AllMaker," "God of Truth", and at times, just called "The Father." At least, these are names for those who worship him. In truth, most of the Known world, while they give reverence to his name, refer to him as the "Absentee God" for he often does not answer prayers, if at all. (There is some dispute to this, for he may simply answer prayers in a different fashion than a manifestation of worldly aid). This is the God that resides over all the others, and interferes the least amount in mortal affairs. His priests sometimes gain access to protective enchantments of light that is fueled by their fatih, but it is often theorized it is simply his residual power that still shows up in pockets of this world. Unlike the other gods, this one does not have an Avatar that roams Maroleth at times. The only Avatar of the Evergod appeared only once, cursing the Praelian Empire for their lack of faith and giving the world of men hope once more.

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Bael: The God of Justice, Combat, Inner Strength and Perserverance, Bael is a favored God among humans. He goes by many names, depending upon the country or people. Mikhail is his true name at the birth of creation, so the ancient texts say. His counterparts are Magni of the Dwarves, and Tholendur of the Elves. Some argue on whether all three are different interpretations of the same Deity, in fact. Bael is the primary God that Warrior Priests adhere to, and many priests will revere him if not openly worship him, for he is the flaming sword that cuts through the dark of this world.

Galena: Goddess of Healing, Peace, Mercy, and some refer to her as a fertility Goddess, as well as a Goddess of Diplomacy. In Praelior, she is also referred to as a Goddess of Philosophy. Galena is favored among mothers, married couples, Diplomats, and of course, healers. Many call to her name in dark times, to ease their mind and their comforts, and to protect them from the world's dangers.

Gaundet: Among the Patron Gods of Andred, Gaundet is perhaps the least popular (thought still with a large following). He retains his original Praelian name, and is also still highly praised in Praelior. He is the God of Organization, Cities, Defenses, Architecture, and to some extent, military tactics and discipline.

Ulfric: The northern God of Battle, Winter, Self Reliance, Personal Honor, Determination, as well as Bravery. He places great value on strength, not only in the sense of a single warrior, but as a military unit as well. He disdains trickery and cowardice. Many see the Bear and Wolf as his sigil animals. Bania and Thangoradrim often worship him, as well as some clans in the Kaelic Isles. The Dwarves view him highly, for a Human God.

Nar'rog: The Dark God of Destruction. Oddly, he is not seen as evil in its entirety. Perhaps because the world's Demons do not follow his edicts, even if they do not halt from destruction themselves. Nar'rog is a fatalistic God, who teaches that destruction and death are natural parts of life. To be alive is to die, and to have creation is to have destruction. While not malicious, he is not a merciful nor understanding God.

Straum: The estranged Husband of the Lady of Waters, Straum is the God of Oceans, Seafarers, and Storms. He's known to be gentle one moment and wrathful the next. He cares not know sails the seas, be they pirates or honest traders, but paying homage to him is smart if you want to continue to sail.

Fineki: Trickster God of thievery and deceit, Fineki has no true church but it given thanks by various bandits and liars on land or sea. He tends to mess with other Gods and mortals as well. His symbol is a hand with two fingers crossed, often worn as pendants on his followers.


1 Gold = 20 Silver
1 Silver = 10 Bronze/20 Copper
1 Bronze = 2 Copper

Character Name: Gallagher Dontan

Race/Species: Human, Banian crossed with Vrettonian

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Role: Boatswain

Skills:

• weapons mastery: he has skill in weapons use, having learned to use various types since first becoming a pirate.
• strength: his muscular build makes him able to lift more than his weight.
• sailor: he knows how to handle a ship.
• boatswain: he knows how to handle sailors and ship supplies, he is able to project his voice when shouting orders.
• languages: he has learnt many different languages on his voyages as a buccaneer.

Weapons:

• iron short sword
• concealed dagger
• three barrel hand Cannon

Physical Description: Gallagher is a short but built man, standing at 5 feet. His hair is tied up in a low ponytail behind his head, his hair was naturally brown, after fifteen years of sailing his hair would slowly fade into a premature grey. His eyes are blue like the sea, after many hard days as a sailor they have grown weary, tired, dark bags hang beneath his eyes and one scar cuts deep in the centre between the two eyes. His lips are always dry and salty, puckered as if water made its way into his lips, around his mouth are several blotches of stubble. His shoulders are wide apart and muscular, his whole body is muscular, too muscular for a man as short as himself, more scars make it to his arms and chest, deep cuts on his arms and small scratches on his chest. A tattoo of a small bird can be seen on his left shoulder, a crow supposed to symbolise a girl he was sweet on back home, another tattoo of a dagger encircled by vines sits clear to see on his chest, he got it when he was drunk and now forgot the meaning of it. More cuts and bruises are seen on his legs, muscular, like the rest of his body. His attire consists of a leather vest over a dirty, baggy, white shirt which is tucked into baggy, brown pants, buckled with a large leather belt, the sleeves of the pants are tucked into leather boots, strapped tight. Almost all of Gallagher's weapons are strapped to his left hip, a scabbard for his sword hangs low and another scabbard for his hand cannon sits just above, a secret scabbard is strapped to his arm inside his baggy clothes in the event that he would need to conceal a dagger.

Equipment/Other

• pouch, pellets for his hand cannon
• pouch, black powder for his hand cannon

Mental Description/Personality: A loud man, loud and orderly, when he orders something he will get his message across, if someone does not di their job properly he throws them to the ground and has someone else do it. Gallagher is loyal to the code, loyal to the democracy, he would serve the captain and the quartermaster though he would never want to be captain or quartermaster himself, he was never really good at being a symbol of leadership among men, rather he would carry out their word and law.

Goals/Apirations: His only goal is to sail the seas and live a free life, make some money on the side, live as well as he can until the time comes where he'll be lost at sea, killed in battle or stabbed in the back by traitorous pirates.

Background/History: He was raised as a child in Vrettonia, farming and living a cultured life, at age fourteen he had met the love of his life, a young Mage girl by the name of Jassel Decora. His love would not last, a year later when his mother died of an unknown disease he was taken by his father, a Banian cutthroat, to live on a pirate ship for the rest of his life. For three years he learned the trade of a sailor, a pirate, mastering different weapons, sailing different ships, at the end of those three years he escaped by stealing a small ship with a few overconfident young sailors, they believed they could start their own crew, a band of young pirates who would terrorise the seas. He made a good few weeks at sea before being defeated in battle and made a slave, again he escaped during a battle and was picked up by a trade ship en route to the nearest port where he found his father lying dead in the street, three bullet holes in his chest, next to him was a three barrelled hand Cannon. Years later, Gallagher has sailed the many seas and seen the many sights, he never went home, he wouldn't be accepted the way he is now, like his father, a cutthroat, a buccaneer, a pirate.

Relationships: Gallagher treats everyone who isn't in a specialised position, like himself, as if they were only his acquaintances, strangers who would follow every word he said, if not then they were useless, He could not and will not maintain a friendly relationship with pirate crewmen who weren't in a trustworthy position.

Ava ‘Ed’ Stockett

Character Name: Ava Stockett/’Ed’

Race/Species:Human - Originally from Praelior

Gender:Female, masquerading as a male - ‘Ed’

Age:26

Role:

Skills/Traits:

• Deception - Being a woman dressed and acting as a man means that Ava’s skill to deceive is quite high. She is able to act and pass for male amongst the pirates on the ship and avoid most suspicion. This has given her further confidence to deceive others, both verbally and through action. She finds it easy to lie and to be ambiguous with the truth, something that has worked in her favour on her short journey so far.
• Acrobatics - Ava has trained since she was a child in all things acrobatic. She can backflip, cartwheel, tumble, and perform other stunts easily. Her most impressive particular skill under this umbrella is her ability to pole vault long distances with the use of her Long Pole. Such skills in acrobatics make her evasive in a fight, which is for the best as she has no real combat experience, and if she were cornered by armed enemies she would surely be at a huge disadvantage.
• Athleticism - One cannot perform body-breaking stunts without first being at an utmost level of fitness. Ava has been training since she was a child to journey the seas; even at a young age she pushed her body to it’s limits. She would practice cliff diving, swimming against the current, running uphill with weights. Her whole early life was spent training with her twin brother to reach peak fitness. She can climb, run, and swim with little difficulty.
• Short Sword Combat - Ava is used to the cut-and-thrust style of fighting which she and her brother trained in. She has never taken up arms against a real opponent, so her skill level in this combat style is low and she knows it - so will do all she can to avoid it if possible. Of course, she is not afraid to unsheath it to intimidate someone and show it off where necessary.
• Cooking - Raised to be a baker and general kitchen-hand at her parent’s business, in this occupation she was able to learn a lot. She can skin, gut, and carve a carcass into sections before baking it into the most delicious pie you can imagine. This skill may not just serve her well on the ship, but her fellow hungry pirates too.

Weapons:

• Oliver’s Short Sword
• Dagger

~ As a fighter, Ava is much better suited to being out of direct action. She has not mastered any weapon, and while her muscular build and natural strength mean that she can probably land an epic punch, if confronted by someone armed with a sword (or other) she is at a severe disadvantage. She does better by providing support to peers, and taking a more tactical and thought out approach. Of course she has her brother’s short sword on her person, but the only person she ever trained in sword fighting with was Oliver who was not a real opponent.~

Physical Description: She stands at 5’8” which is less than average for a woman of Praelior, and considerably shorter for a man. Her intense physical activity over the years has given her a muscular frame which gives more weight to her disguise as for the most part her lean and muscular figure conceals what could be a feminine shape were she ever to let the muscle soften.

Ava has muddy brown and shaggy shoulder length hair (she cut it herself!). With this new cut, she looks more like Oliver than herself, it brings her a comfort to look like him. She still bears a girlish face - beautiful bright green eyes set against a paler olive skin with full lips and high cheekbones. Luckily, her strong square jaw makes her face appear far more ambiguous and androgynous.

She binds her breasts flat with bandages at all times in disguise - this causes her discomfort at times but the sensation is a constant reminder to her to maintain a masculine posture, although she sometimes will slip in the heat of the moment. Finally, she is able to change the pitch of her voice to match that of a mans. Granted, it’s no baritone, but it’s certainly not girly. This practice does take it’s toll on her and so sometimes she will try to go a day or two avoiding speaking in order to rest her voice.

Armor:None

Equipment/Other

• She keeps a locket gifted to her by Oliver.
• Long Pole

Mental Description/Personality: The single most accurate word to describe Ava at this point in her life would be naive. Yes, she is very deceptive, intuitive, and has a lot of book smarts - but she inexperienced with traveling, inexperienced with people other than the regular townsfolk she would see everyday. She is arrogant at all times. She is weighed under with the gigantic chip on her shoulder. Rightfully so, she is angry and out for revenge for the death of her twin brother, but her sole goal to kill Oliver’s killer is a tale as old as time. This burning rage gives her tunnel vision.

This one act of retribution leaves her little time to do anything that is truly for herself - like forming friendships, discovering her own identity, and enjoying her travels. It is the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up and the last she thinks about before she sleeps. She sees every step she takes as one that brings her closer to revenge. This grudge has built a fortress around a once witty, sharp, and adventurous young woman. She has been living in grief and trauma for close to a year. Like a stray dog, if approached the wrong way she is likely to act out and snap - unafraid of consequences.

As Ed, she overacts in a masculine way, often making jokes at the expense of women in order to get other men on her side. She is a caricature of what she typically believes men to be like. While in the disguise, she finds it hard to be around so many men without occasionally feeling lustful - she will often cast a pervy side-eye to those around her. She has not spent too much time with other man, and has had very little romantic experience.

A very typical woman from Praelior. She is dedicated to whatever it is she is doing - when she was a child she worked hard at the Academy and built her skills to an exceptional level. This mindset has carried over into her adult years.

Goals/Aspirations: Her major goal is to kill whomever killed her brother and she does not ever really dare dream of anything else. Part of her wants to live out their shared dream of sailing the seas too. While she is full of anger and grief now, the call to the sea has never been so strong as now. She is doing this as a way to feel close to him again, and to finally take action and slip away from her father.

~ She may not know it, but all Ava wants is acceptance to be who she is. She lived her life fighting for a dream which her father protected and shielded her from. She has no real clue who she is, nor does she realise that part of life and adventure is learning that. Dressing and disguising as another character just detaches her further from herself who deep down she deems unworthy.

To be accepted for who she is - and to be able to release herself from disguise would empower her to make different life choices. ~

Background/History: Ava was born just a few minutes after her twin brother, Oliver. The two were raised not far from the sea, and as children they would often race from their home to see the ships coming in to dock and thus they both fell in love with the open water and dreamed of one day owning their own ship and exploring together.

Ava was the absolute apple of her father’s eye. Oliver - not so much.

Mr Stockett doted on his daughter so deeply and had such a love for her, that when Oliver received his first sword to train with - Ava was given dolls and dresses. He wouldn’t have his daughter put herself at risk of harm with swordplay and dreams of being a sailor. For her whole life her father encouraged her to take other hobbies that would keep her safe and caged. He wanted to keep her from those who would harm her, and keep her from harming herself.

Little did Mr Stockett know, but as the twins got older, they began to train together, with Oliver sharing his swordplay lessons with his sister and pushing her physically to keep up with him. Ava found that she had to work twice as hard as Oliver to get the result. When he started to become a force of brute strength, she became much more nimble and able to bend her body into stunts. Together, with their differences to balance out the other, they were a force to be reckoned with. They managed, somehow, to do this behind their father's back.

At the same time, the two were enrolled in the Praelian academies. Ava, to study history, literature, and skills best suited to women (at the encouragement of her father). Despite longing to be taken seriously enough by him to be taught combat, Ava thoroughly enjoyed her studies and was considered one of the smartest in her classes.

Eventually, she came of age to enroll as a Sailor. Both she and Oliver were in their best physical condition, and ready to take on the seas at last. But only Oliver was allowed to leave, and Ava’s father forbade her from leaving (as expected) and demanded that she stay and put her learnings from the Academies to good use and help in their bakery.

Oliver left, and Ava stayed.

Over the next 5 years Oliver would come back to the town to visit every 6 or 7 months, bringing gifts for Ava from all of the places he had visited. Despite resenting that he was allowed to live their shared dream while she was trapped, she still deeply loved her brother and they shared the same strong connection. On many an occasion, for no reason at all, Ava would awake in the night feeling what she could only describe as being sea-sickness…

One day while kneading bread during work, she felt a pain she had never felt, a pain in her heart - and each panicked breath she took seemed to exhale something from her. She knew that something had happened to Oliver. Oliver was dead and she had been unable to help him.

The report came not long after, that his ship had been attacked and the entire crew had washed up dead on shore.
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Half of her was gone after Oliver’s death. She was no longer who she was, she had nothing to make her whole. They had been inseparable in spirit and now his spirit was gone. Not long after the incident something in her snapped into place and she stopped what she was doing and left her home without care for her family, and for her father. She had only one thing to do - to find whoever who had killed Oliver.

And so, she became ‘Ed’. Leaving Ava behind in the pile of hair she had cut from her head. Ed travelled mostly by land to Seacliffe. Being out in the wild and beautiful nature was exhilarating in a way. Most people might find the journey from Praelior to a place like Seacliffe boring. Those people hadn't been locked away in their home for most of their life. She had heard there was a festival in Seacliffe so instead of travelling on with the same bunch, she chose to stay to see it.

Ava had seen festivals before, but not like this. It was something that most might take for granted or shrug it off as being a bit stupid - to Ava it was a representation of freedom. During the festival, she caught the tail end of a conversation between two drunkards... "Yerrr... 'at Galen Blackmoore ish looking fer a new crew. I woulds do it mysell but the wife you know she don't approve of me avin' that lifestye anymoore..."

Now, she is ready to join a band of pirates on their ship. Her reasons for this are that she fully believes that travelling as a pirate will allow her to explore every inch of the world in it’s glory. Not behind the banners of army ships, but truly free... Now, ‘Ed’ must prove himself useful...

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