A serious wip to secure a spot for me.  It's enough for you to get the gist of what I'm going for.

[@Liotrent][@Letter Bee]

This is a seriously flexible idea, so just let me know if you'd like to work with me to get a deeper history going.  My entire faction is wip, so I can modify it to fit the locale better if needed.

[b]Name:[/b]
The Yemarae People

[b]Leader(s):
[/b]The Council Of Chiefs acts as the nearest thing to a central authority the Yemarae have.  Normally the chieftains of the land meet once every year when the days are at their shortest in the winter solstice, though in times of crises or strife a chief in good standing may call his fellows to council. 

[b]History:[/b]  
For many centuries the Yemarae have lived in the mountains and hills of what they call the Karae Skae, the land of the sky.  From the great histories told by the eldest shamans the Yemarae know that it was this land that gave birth to them, that when the great falcon Raehe was struck by lightning and felled it was they that rose from his carcass as the last vestiges of the ancient gods will.  They also know that once they ranged far, from the Karae Skae all the way to the near mythical endless lake in the distant west.  However, those are all distant memories.  The armies of the stunted ones, the armies of the tainted, and the armies of the traitors drove what remain of the Yemarae back to their homeland long, long ago.

Some say that one day the barbarians with their strange weapons and armours will one day move upon the Karae Skae itself, but the elders scoff at the notion.  The Yemarae have lived more or less the same way for thousands of years, and while they have not always bested their enemies in battle, they have never been out witted on their own lands.  The Karae Skae, made from the very bones of Raehe, is as much a part of the people who inhabit it as their own blood.  Only a fool would attack the Yemarae, or so the shamans say.

The truth is that the Yemarae have always lost when invaders came to drive them from their homes.  The land may be a part of them as much as their blood, but since when was spilling blood enough to stop the wicked?

[b]Location: [/b]
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