Clan Name: The Underhall Clan
Represented Color: Deep sky blue.
Race: Dwarves
Breed: Brownbeards
Capital: Dvergadypi
Ruler: Thorfinn Underhall

Type of Government: Clan rule. The ruling family, the Underhalls, oversee a number of lesser families that together make up the population of the clan lands and halls. Their rule is absolute and enforced through both soft and hard power. The hierarchy grants the most power to the ruling family and disperses the further away from them one is related, meaning that the highest ranking are from neighbouring families, like the Deepstone-Underhalls or the Macgregor-Underhalls, and the lowest are partially or completely unrelated, like the Ragnarsons and Sinclairs.

Religion: The Underhalls venerate the clan’s ancient ancestry, supposedly going back all the way to the legendary stoneshaper, Gereg Brownbeard. Each family’s patriarch or matriarch carries the sacred duty to perform weekly sacrifices of food or commodities to their family altar. The oldest child of the previous patriarch or matriarch will take over this duty once they pass on to join the ancestors in the afterlife. In the event of marriage, the bride or groom from the smaller or less powerful family will give up their ancestral ties and adopt their new family’s. This has lead to a culture of bridal/groomal payments where families purchase brides and grooms for their children so they can pass on their line.

At the more powerful a family becomes, the stronger and holier their line, and the harder it is for them to acquire new blood, as everyone else knows they can demand outrageous sums in return. While kidnapping is a solution that is occasionally practiced by the desperate, it is so socially hated that any family to be found guilty of it will be brought to ruin by the rest of the clandom.

The strength and size of one’s ancestral tree is the key to wealth and power, and wealth and power are keys to founding a great dynasty. This positive feedback loop ensures that the clans forever compete to hoard the most power and to secure their children partners early on.

Geographical Location: The Underhall Clan are mountain dwellers at heart and shun open lands like the plague. Dvergadypi is therefore built deep inside the mountains of Everwinter, far away from everything and everywhere. To feed themselves, though, a brave few of the lowest families keep small farms and ranches in the woodlands below.



History:
The ancient family chroniclers cannot say for certain, but a time after the period of the legendary stoneshaper, the Everwinter mountains, pristinely beautiful peaks of ice and death, began to be populated by dwarves, supposedly relatives of Brownbeard himself. Little remains of that time, likely due to the fact that these dwarves suffered immensely at the hands of the elements, scraping by on little but the fruits of the forest below and whatever roots or critters they could find in the peaks. There appeared to be something keeping them from moving down from the mountain, though; whether this was a predatory threat or rival tribes is unknown. Either way, what is known is that, eventually, these dwarves, led by the matriarch of an ancient family known as the Founders, began to dig into the mountain using the magnificent skills of Brownbeard passed down through the stoneshaper’s kin.

They turned the icy caves they had used for shelter into tunnels that led deep into the stone where the cold couldn’t reach them. Within the tunnels, they began to gather materials and resources harvested from the outside world, no longer stolen from them by whatever threat they had been fighting before. They began to document their stories on the tunnel walls with stone murals telling epic tales of mountain travels, battles with demonic foes and the intricate craftsmanship of their tunnels.

And their tunnels grew beautiful. What had started as caves even dwarves had to crawl through, eventually grew into colossal rooms, held up by intricately carven stone pillars and kept warm and alit with massive braziers and bonfires. Tunnel systems to keep the caves ventilated where constructed, and what had once been a people on the brink of extinction grew into an empire underneath the mountain.

It was around this time, however, that the Founder clan in power grew despotic. Drunk on the wealth and power they accumulated as their people expanded, they turned away from ruling and busied themselves with entertainment and selfish hedonism. Funds and knowledge which had been granted to the further development of the mountain halls went to tomb complexes larger than some of the great halls; farmers and herders were raided and killed in the outside world as the warriors who were supposed to protect them lost their source of payment and instead took up work as bandits in the deeper, lesser known tunnels; neglectful maintenance work resulted in a multitude of cave-ins and crumblings. All these issues culminated in a cave-in in the Hall of Gereg, the centre of the entire tunnel complex. This seventy metre tall, hollowed out space, which had stood for centuries at that point, suffered a catastrophic collapse in the northwestern quarter, causing in total one half of the hall to crumble under the stone from above, its pillars unable to carry all the weight on their own. This resulted in thousands of deaths, including a majority of the Founders. The survivors quickly made certain the Founders were wiped out, however, led by Asgeir Underhall. Asgeir rounded up what remained of their people and began cleaning up the mess left behind by the neglectful Founders, gaining support for his clan in the process. During the Recovery, as the period is named, Asgeir and his clan seized control of the power vacuum left behind by the Founders and set themselves on top of society. They surrounded themselves with allies, and while they made certain to keep the work to restore their home going, they made certain to hoard as many resources as they could to ensure that they would have the advantage in case of any uprisings.

Fifty years passed, and Asgeir’s son Thorfinn has taken over as clan patriarch. While the Hall of Gereg is not longer a massive pile of rubble, the people of Dvergadypi aren’t even close to recovering the strength they once boasted. While the main hall stands, none have heard from the lesser holds deeper in the mountain for half a century, and the strained farmland outside can barely provide enough food to sustain its workers, let alone the people inside the mountain.

Will the Underhalls be able to restore the glorious mountain empire of the Founders? Only time will tell.

Nation/Clan/Kingdom/Tribe Name:
Silverpine Regency
Represented Color:
Dark Blue
Race:
Mostly Human
Features:
A surviving faction of a larger necromancy cult, while the bulk of the Silverpine Regency are living human beings, it's leadership (and the end goal for many of its members) is made up of those who have transcended the mortal coil to become the higher classes of undead. This transcendence is not uniform, for there are different kinds of undead to become and different paths to reach them.

Currently, there is only one higher undead in the Regency.




Capital:
Deathholm
Ruler:
Regent-Lord Jasper Silverpine (Death Knight)

Type of Government:
The Silverpine Regency is a militarized cult. Organized by a structured rank system, the Regent-Lord's word is law, through there tends to be a degree of flexibility in how a subordinate is to achieve the orders given to them.

Religion:
You have found your way here, because you are among the few gifted with true vision in a world cursed with blindness.
You can see through the fog that hangs over this world like a shroud, and grasp where true power lies.
Fix your eyes upon your crude hands: the sinew, the soft meat, the dark blood coursing within.
It is a weakness; a crippling flaw.... A joke played by the Creators upon their own creations.
The sooner you come to accept your condition as a defect, the sooner you will find yourselves in a position to transcend it.
~ Arch Lich Lady Chillblood

The Cult of Undeath was founded by a simple premise: Life was fundamentally flawed and the gods didn't care. Why would they? They were immortal and mortals were nothing more then pieces on the board that they played with for their own amusement. They never had to worry about starvation, feel the deathly grip of illness or feel a body that used to be strong and healthy start to fade away with the passage of time.

The Cult offered a reprieve from the cruelty of the cycle of life and death. A chance to seize ones fate from the hands of uncaring gods and create your own destiny. To become immortal and defy the natural order of things.


Geographical Location:


History:
The Cult of Undeath had humble beginnings. There was a farmer who was nearing his elderly years whom had almost lost everything over the course of his life. His two eldest sons had been drafted to fight a war in the name of their king and never returned. His youngest son and two daughters were claimed by a famine and plague as the lack of men to tend the fields for food caused one and invited the other, leaving him without heirs to pass down the farm that his father had passed down to him. His beloved wife was lost when, while she was milking a cow, something spooked the animal and it kicked her in the head. Taxes were high in order to pay for the war and each year survival became so much harder.

The local church offered plenty of words in service of spiritual rewards, but the farmer found those 'rewards' turning more and more to ash when he noticed how many of the people in attendance were dangerously thin, while the priest was fat and despite the hardship was able to get a beautiful pair of golden candlesticks for the alter.

Angry at a world that had gone so wrong, the farmer sort a way to try and fix it.

He was successful.

Finding others like him who had been beaten down by the world and wanted to change it for the better, the Farmer soon developed a following of supporters. Soon his farm became a rallying point, a haven for those willing to seek out the secrets of transcending mortality via alchemy and ritual. Those without the knowledge of alchemy or a gift for magic started to train and protect those that could with the promise that once the secrets were unlocked, the gift of immortality would be shared with them.

It was unclear when the authorities discovered the growing movement, but the military response to try and crush the heretics practicing such 'vile' magics was not the overwhelming victory that was hoped for. While the professional solders were victorious in that they killed the farmer and a number of those following him, they suffered heavy losses in the process and many of the cultists escaped not only with their lives, but with the discoveries and secrets that the cult had developed by that point.

The Cult of Undeath found plenty of people willing to hear its message among the peasants who had become disillusioned by the war and the strain it was placing on them long after it was over, as well as the increasingly brutal nature that the knights and solders were adapting in order to 'keep the peace' causing many to join up out of a need to avenge family and friends. For a few years the unrest remained at this level: Solders trying to pin down leaders of the cult and committing horrific acts to suppress the heresy with the Cult continuing their studies and trying to protect themselves and their fellow peasants who were caught in the crossfire.

Then the Cult unlocked the secrets of Necromancy.

Almost overnight, what started as a game of cat and mouse turned into a full blown holy war as armies of the undead were created and full fledged battles were waged across the entire kingdom! The fighting was brutal and unforgiving, but in the end (almost a decade after the death of the Farmer who started it all), the Cult of Undeath won.

Victory however proved to be dangerous for the Cult. Without an enemy to unite them, schisms started to form as different leaders within the Cult started to via for dominance. Ideology about what the new order of things should be also deepened the divides and civil war started anew as warlords rose and fell on a regular basis.

One of these warlords was a Death Knight by the name of Lord Jasper Silverpine. A minor warlord who was tactically minded enough to recognize that he was not going to be the victor at the end of the conflict, Lord Silverpine decided on a bold course of action. Gathering his followers together, he launched a raid on a port city in order to secure enough ships and supplies to abandon the war torn kingdom and establish himself on a new, rumored distant land.

Nation Name: Entmoian Tribe
Represented Color: Amber (#ffbf00)
Race: Elves
Breed: Barrow
Capital: Entmo
Ruler: Kvune Wopwe



Type of Government: Monarchy. Until recently it was a tribal confederation of five great families, however, power has been recently usurped by the Kvune Wopwe, declaring himself Nupu of the land. Focusing on centralization, temples have usurped nobles in controlling serfs, all goods must go straight to the temples before being redistributed, forming a sort of palace economy.

Religion: They worship the fallen goddess of the moon, Ke Eshta, who they believe has descended from the realm of heavens to the realm of earth, the first god to do so, becoming the goddess of mist and smoke. Worship of other gods is accepted, but the supremacy of the goddess cannot be questioned. Priests often form masses in the morning among the swamp's fog, though the use of fumes and incense has become commonplace.

Geographical Location: Entmo is located deep in a misty swamp region, in one of its areas most susceptible to floods no less. The city's first building was raised over a small land area called The Wheel (in their language, Entmo) and has since expanded, all houses tend to follow the circular shape of the first outpost.



History:
The line of Barrow Elves Entmoians comes from can be traced to some of those who settled this continent long ago, how long, and if it was one the ancient elven empires or an expedition from another continent nobody knows, as their society degenerated into small tribes and no records outside of myth were kept. Most of these tribes lived in the mountains, underground, but some found that the isolated swamps to the east were quite pleasant, especially thanks to the constant mist of the region.

Slowly elves started to build forts in the region, stone circles in dry regions to serve as hunting camps or storehouses for merchants before they made the trip back to the mountains to the west. Some started to settle, and a protoculture was formed there, and a faith centred around a goddess of mist started to rise, later finding syncretism with the new belief of the moon goddess coming to earth to be closer to mortals, as many who believed such thing were exiled from the mountain communities in the chaos following the disappearance of the moon.

Entmo rose quickly as a local centre of power, formed by five clans who owned fortresses in the area, some old some made of recent immigrants, the village prospered and grew. However, the semi-feudal style of controlling the land with the forts, the safest areas in the swamps, started to grow weak as Entmo grew in size and sophistication, requiring less protection from the wilds and the floods. A popular rebellion was on the horizon but was exploited by Kvune Wopwe, coming from the oldest clan of the five, who allied himself with the priests of the goddess to bring down the old clan nobility and form a government of justice and righteousness, which apparently meant heavy centralization of power.

Represented Color: Slate Gray

Race: Elven

Breed: Dark Elf

Capital: Deepcrest

Ruler: Lord-Trader Haelee Hune

Type of Government: The governmental structure of the West Underwood Trading Company within any overseas territory is overseen by a Lord-Trader, often a matriarchal role, who then establishes a smaller assembly to govern the local people. However, the Lord-Trader must adhere to all Company laws and charters bestowed unto them by the Underwood Monarchy, failure to do so results in immediate termination of employment.

Religion: The religion with the Underwood is a mixed bag, as slaves were brought to the capital were often of other religions and forcing another unto them is to spell endless unrest for the nation. The Dark Elf majority however, praised the Pantheon of the Oracle, a religion revolving around the all knowing Oracle, who knows all events past and future. Any other god within the pantheon is a variation of a god native to the slave population with the Underwood. As such, the West Underwood Trading Company adopts such ideals as well.

Geographical Location:


History:

The story of the West Underwood Trading Company is very simply to be put as less of a colonial venture rather than the economic force within the Drow nation known as Underwood. Founded nearly fifty years ago by the Magistrate Xullda Helvisek, the West Underwood Trading Company had gotten ahead of most trading companies within the Underwood by the pure chance of being back by ruling family of Underwood. Such prestige backing the company made the stock within the company skyrocket and when those who could buy them did so, riches often came as the money that had been used for the stock, rather than being used for any corrupt or undesirable action, would always further the company.

Within a span of ten years, the company had constructed over twelve different trading posts and had bought out two other trading companies. However, the prime rival of the company had invested heavily into exploration before successfully expanding to another, foreign land. This was a worry to Magistrate Xullda as that would allow further expansion while the West Underwood Trading Company would be significantly more limited, however, with a royal treasury backing them, they were swiftly able to put together an exploration fleet to try and sail farther than the other company.

In the end, after a voyage lasting eleven months at sea, the new land has been founded and christened as Xulldaland… only temporarily before Magistrate Xullda shot down the name, believing it to be far too narcissistic. However, with the new land within sight, Xullda did put together what she could, often being caught within the metaphorical red tape of royals. Many nobles scrambled for the opportunity to rule over a new trading post in a new colonial land, however, it was the Magistrate’s own daughter who had been chosen to settle the first town and the first trading port.

Deepcrest was ahead of them, and they knew profit was to be had and slaves were to be taken.

Faction Name: Rhaetia
Represented Color: Teal
Race: Elves
Breed: High Elves
Capital: Arhnore
Ruler: Princess Aranalda Larethaine



Type of Government: The Rhaetians developed a hierarchical government ruled by a Prince or Princess, in close association with powerful mages. They live in rural communities and large urban ceremonial centres. Warfare and magic play an important role in power and prestige. Magic is woven into all facets of daily life and is the major unifying factor of the civilization.

Religion: The Rhaetians worship magic as the ultimate creating and unifying force of the land. Mages are highly powerful both in their ability to wield magic, but also as part of the ruling class. Rhaetian mages are known to range far and wide with small armies looking for powerful magical artifacts. They can sometimes mean risking dangerous journeys through portals to other worlds or mortal planes in search of those same artifacts. Their arrival on this world was triggered by the destruction of the moon and the resulting shift in magical power. As the Moonshards fell to earth and slammed into the earth they created Moonwells, the most powerful of which has drawn Rhaetians in and become the focal point of their new settlement.

Geographical Location:


History:
The Rhaetians came into this world through a portal that allowed them to travel through the cosmos and various planes of being. Their arrival was precipitated by the destruction of this worlds moon, an event so powerful that it sent ripples through the very fabric of magic that unites all worlds and dimensional planes.

Alerted to the cataclysm, and ever aware that the forces of chaos and destruction seek weakened lands to claim as their own, the High Elves of Rhaetia chose to dispatch a powerful force under the command of Princess Aranalda Larethaine to this world that has never known their presence.

The Rhaetians have come to collect the Moonshards and, if possible, to put the moon back in the sky, thereby restoring the balance to this world. Failure to do so could create opportunity for races far less wise and well-meaning to open their own portals into this land.

The portal that brought the Rhaetians focused on the single most powerful magical source the world possessed, a greatest of the Moonwells. Their arrival interrupted a clan of Dark Trolls who lived in the region and worshipped the site. In the name of the Greater Good, the Rhaetians destroyed the Dark Trolls and have claimed the region as their own.

Since their arrival the continued destruction of Moonshards by the unwitting and greedy races of the world has led to a continued destabilization of the cosmos. This has rendered the Rhaetians unable to communicate with home or to travel back. They are, in effect, trapped in this new land. Only putting the moon back together may save them from becoming permanent residents of this land.

Notable Characters

Tribe Name:
Ragora

Represented Color:
Bright Red

Race:
Lizardfolk
(See "custom race" bellow)

Capital:
-Not officially settled yet

Ruler:
Thrall

Type of Government:
Oligarchy

Religion:
Razathian

Geographical Location:
The Ragora tribe currently has a temporary colony located in the upper North-Western region of the continent surrounded by coastal beaches, grasslands and forests.

Available Resources:
- Fish
- Wood
- Stone
- Wildlife

History:
The Lizardfolk originate from many places. The Razathian tribes come from the Razathar bloodline. The Ragora tribe is a newly founded tribe of Lizardfolk from their mother-tribe: Rakor. Chief Thrall and a group of other Lizardfolk have been sent away from Rakor to find new lands and grow a new civilization. Traveling with only a fleet of small, crude boats and what little they can carry, they set sail to explore and discover a new land.

Characters
- Thrall
- Gak'vahn
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Settlements
-Reedwood (Capital)

Population

Villager: 300
Militia: 46
Scout: 44
Hunter: 27
Warrior: 13

Total population: 430

Relations
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Name: Thrall

Gender: Male

Appearance: Thrall has a large, muscular build. His scales are colored oak brown, dark brown, bright red, and dark red. He wears a wolf fur robe, wolf hide patch-wear, Bone garments, and Bone bracelets and necklaces. Thrall carries bone and flint knives, a bone-tipped hunting spear, flint-tipped arrows, a longbow, and a bone staff.

Role in Civilization: Tribe Leader

Name: Lizardfolk

General appearance:


Description:

The Lizardfolk are bipedal lizards. Some are feral and savage, while others are organized and civil. They worship dragon gods and dragonic creatures. Some Lizardfolk dedicate their lives to serve a dragon, dragonic creature or deity. Lizardfolk are not very intelligent, but are strong and enduring. Their natural Armour and strength is much greater than a human. Most Lizardfolk Civilizations remain tribal, but some become Kingdoms or Empires. It is uncommon, but still possible to see Lizardfolk converse or even live with other humanoids.

Statistics:

Reproduction: Moderate

Intelligence: Low

Strength: High

Endurance: High

Speed: Slow

Magic: Poor

Food consumption: High

Diet: Meat, Seafood, and Insects

Habitable environments:

- High Habitability: Desert, Tropical, Rain-forest, Savanna, Marshes, Swamps
- Moderate Habitability: Temperate forest, Temperate grassland, Mountains, Coastal, Caves/Underground
- Low Habitability: Woodland, Barren, Wastelands, Bog
- No Habitability: Volcanic, Tundra, Ice Sheet, Ocean

Languages

Many Lizardfolk speak Dragonic, but some speak other languages too. It is nearly impossible for even the best linguist of another race to speak Dragonic, and those who can speak it can only use the most basic of phrases and words. Only Lizardfolk, Dragons, or Dragonic entities can speak Dragonic well because of their evolved speech organs. Usually, each Tribe or Kingdom of Lizardfolk have modified the Dragonic they speak to fit their culture, religion, or even environment. For example, The Lizardfolk Tribe Jakasia speaks Jakainac Dragonic, while the Tribe Ka'thara may speak Ka'thran Dragonic.