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Name: What do we call them?

Gender: Male or Female?

Race: What are they?

Age: How old are they?

Physical appearance: Height, Eye color, hair, etc.

History: What have they done? where did they come from? How'd they become a champion?

Equipment: What are they equipped with? Javelins? Slings? Spears and shields? Do they wear armor? Etc.

Abilities: Both Physical and Magical

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Title: What are they called? For example, Alexander called his elites the Silver Shields, or Leonidas and the brave 300.

Number: Limited to 500

Specialization: What are they and how do they fight? Heavy infantry who engage their enemies in a phalanx? Elite shock cavalry who swiftly break their enemies with cycling charges? Fast and agile skirmishers who pelt their enemies with arrows, javelins, or stones?

Description: What do they look like and how are they equipped?

History: What have they done? Who are they? What made them what they are?

Country: You can designate where they're from and even describe what kind of nation it was or still is depending on where they're from. You can be as brief or as lengthy as you want here, just as long as I can sort of see what kind of nation it is. (Please note that the large island south east is taken for story reasons)

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Name: Talvdus Avathi

Gender: Male

Race: Lunaris Elf

Age: 100

Physical appearance: 6'0 ft tall, Dark red eyes, long white hair, a scar on his left cheek. Normally wearing noble clothing except when in the field or away from the kingdom. When in the field, Talvdus tends to wear more casual noble clothing. Not the one for elegant clothing when in the field.

History: The young prince Talvdus Avathi of the Lunaris Elf kingdom of Uzarin. Being the youngest of five and with no magical talent, Talvdus was not expected to inherit anything or gain any title of note. Instead of simply resign to living a life of no importance and just waste time with parties and wine. Talvdus threw himself into training as a warrior. One of the few things he could excel at. Becoming strong and proficient with several melee weapons.

Once he was old enough, Talvdus joined the military and due to his skills but mainly because he was a royal. He was granted control of a
large company of heavy infantry. Mainly made up of lowborns with nobility as officers. Talvdus wasted no time in gauging his troops and seeing that they were a somewhat misfit group. So he started drilling him and getting them into a proper fighting force, despite some opposition from his men. Over time Talvdus found that his company was getting into fighting shape, and soon he would be satisfied but, events within the kingdom would make Talvdus and his company see action.

For relations with the nearby orcish kingdom of Qeazar were tense, and an incident with the champions that were sent out left several dead on both sides. The orcs declared war, and Uzarin would marshal its forces. Talvdus's company would see action several times during the war but, it was during the siege of Osenlian, a key city, that Talvdus and his company would make themselves known. When the orcs managed to destroy a piece of the wall, and a breach was formed with no troops nearby but his to secure the breach. Without orders, Talvdus ordered his company to secure the breach when the orcs started a charge at the exposed wall. Despite the strength of the orcs soldiers and the line held with Talvdus being in the thick of it with his men.

Eventually, the orcs retreated from the breach, and reinforcements came to help Talvdus's company secure the breach. In the end, the orcs were forced to end the siege and retreat from the city. Thus, winning the day for the besieged elves and for their efforts to save the city. Talvdus and his company were commended for their bravery and fortitude in securing the breach and denied the orcs entry into the city despite the odds. Talvdus was only happy that they did their job despite it all and personally congratulated his company.

Talvdus and his men would continue to fight, and the war would end with Uzarin winning the war. By then, the Ebony Shields, as Talvdus called them, had become famous in the kingdom. With Talvdus finally getting what he wanted, a chance to prove himself and be known more than being just a prince. Though this celebration would not last as news of the darkness was spreading and kingdoms were falling one by one. Realizing the coming threat of the darkness, Uzarin joined the growing coalition of nations to combat the threat as they were deciding on who to send to join the coalition's forces. The king, Fovesu Avathi, soon knew just who to send. So Talvdus and the Ebony Shields, after being boosted in size to 500, were sent to join the coalition's forces and helped to stop the darkness from taking over.

Equipment: Talvdus is equipped with ebony-colored steel heavy armor with a large steel shield. With his family's personal crest on his shield. Armed with steel mace with a sword as a backup weapon.

Abilities: Talvdus is a skilled warrior, able to use several melee weapons like a sword to great effect. Along with being an able leader and tactician.

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Title: Ebony Shields

Number: 500

Specialization: Heavy infantry

Description: Ebony-colored steel heavy armor with a large steel shield and with most using a sword as an main weapon though the group often chooses what weapon they want to use. With the symbol of the kingdom on the shields.

History: Starting as a company of heavy troops that were not tested yet. It was not until prince Talvdus was assigned to command them that things started to change for the company. Their training and drilling under Talvdus made them ready for the war with the orcish Kingdom of Qeazar. Their high note of the war and what made them into the Ebony Shields was the siege of Osenlian. A key city in the region that if it was not for the fast-acting and stubborn Shields. The city would have fallen to the orcs and they were praised highly for it. Officially named the Ebony Shields by Talvdus and would see more action until the war's conclusion. Which by that time, had made them famous in the kingdom and were ultimately chosen by the king to join the coalition's forces in battling the darkness.

Country: The Ebony Shields are from the Lunaris Elf kingdom of Uzarin. A medium-sized nation located in the south, along the Treterel river that is the last river on the right side of the Innistou Mountains. Ruled by the Avathi Dynasty even since its founding centuries ago. The kingdom of Uzarin is mainly known for their scholarly pursuits. Hosting a good amount of libraries and academies. Enjoying good relations with most of its neighbors except for the orcish Kingdom of Qeazar. For they hold grudges against Uzarin over past wars and incidents. Leading to a military buildup in the kingdom in case of a future war. Which now recognizing the threat of the coming darkness, they are preparing a defense of the kingdom if the darkness reaches their borders.

Name: What do we call them?
Karduke
Title:
Iron Bull

Gender: Male or Female?
Male

Race: What are they?
Minotaur

Age: How old are they?
380

Physical appearance: Height, Eye color, hair, etc.
5.25 meters or the size of a two-story building (Being the only one that is able to grow this tall even to the minotaurs. Mostly due to the fact that most Minotaurs don't rest up the age of 200 making him one of the tallest and oldest of the minotaurs.)

History: What have they done? where did they come from? How'd they become a champion?
Being the hundredth child of his father Tolbeast iron hoof and raised within the high lands of the rarian waste or the savage horde. Life for him and so with many of the rarians were brutal and fanatic. Raised to survive and earn his place in the unending war Karduke was in constant threat since his birth. From the occasional raids from both the southern parts of the world or even the massive kingdoms of man, elf, dwarve, and more he learned to wield any weapon that he had gotten from the field. Using pole arms as daggers, ballista as crossbows and even rubble as ammo for their slings, the young war child fought and survive where most should have fallen. Making him into a veteran in his early adult and earning recognition and mates to start his own war herd and venture off on his own.

While magically inept due to his lack of education, he in return learns from countless victories and defeats the brutally and complexity of war. Developing formations and even coordination from his elites who prior to him led their own war parties to ensure that the tribe survives the harsh landscapes of the waste. From raiding the vastly rich city states within the mountains for food, wealth, and even hostages to fund their tribe to hunting the vast monsters that call the Rarian waste their own. His tribe would grow and prosper.

One such hunt made him into a legend when he hunted a dragon with only his most trusted of war band and himself. A natural predator to his kin and the slayer of ten of his kids and his love. A terror of the waste that was known as Ice maw which reign within the icy valley. As such he alone with his trusted elite would go towards the peek where he would make legends. As the ice maw was a giant even to the minotaur which resulted in the death of his elite guards before he soon enough crashed into it with his mighty axe and opened a deep hole into its hide only for the beast to breathe his ice into him causing his body to freeze while also shattering his legendary axe but before he would die the chieftain now enraged would charge into the gap within his body. Grabbing wound with both of his massive arms before soon enough forcing its wound to open wide enough to enter. Forcing himself into its body and slowly eating the beast from within. The dragon unable to get him out of him decided to dislodge him took to the skies above only for it to die moments later mid-air as he had gotten into its heart where it would rip, tear, and eat it until it was no more.

Yet the battle left him with no skin and dying as he was forced out of the monster’s innards as the many songs of the old one tells of how the minotaurs of his tribe desperate to keep him alive fused a burning set of armor into its beaten form creating the iron monster that most see him as now.

When the darkness came, he and his tribe along with several of the rarians tribes were forced to flee when he saw more and more of his tribesmen fall to the madness that was the darkness. Where he himself sounded the retreat knowing that they would all die if this continued. A decision that would all too well plague the legend as he led the last remaining rarians back to the safety of the south crushing cities, and even those that prevented them from reaching safety. Thought once the various beastkin were safe he along with the last remaining minotaurs banded together and set off to reclaim their lost valor and honor. While old and his body no longer as strong as it was before the Iron bull is said to have taken a more commander role in this conflict thought man, dwarves, elven, beastkin, orc, and even the darkness would do well not to challenge the iron bull for while he was no longer the powerful warrior that he once was his experience, and his rage knows no bounds.

Equipment:
Weapon
Karduke wields a massive axe longer than he is. While crude and far from elegant due to the dents that he had inflicted in its use his weapons is said to slain hundreds in one swing. While he doesn’t sly away from using his hands to crush or throw boulders from afar his axe is his most used weapon. While this is far from his prized axed the bull axe has been reliable so far.

While like all minotaurs whose hide is strong and able to weather a lot of punishment the additional of iron fused into his body in what is known as Rarian hasty medicine practices or battlefield surgery has not only boosted his defenses but, inflicted fear to his enemies.

Abilities: Both Physical and Magical
Karduke is a massive powerhouse of destruction but, due to his long age had slowed down and become much more depended on his skills in leading his tribe to victory. In terms of Magic Karduke had all but, failed to invest any time in magic to learn even the most basic of spells his herd had learn in their vast migrations within the wastelands they call home.

Title: Iron Horns

Number: 1 War chief, 49 war horns elites, 50 Iron horn recruits, 50 other tribal recruits, 1 Shaman, and 99 support (workers, blacksmith, cooks, craftsman, Mason, and artisans)

Specialization: Monstrous infantry or makeshift defences

Description:
Due to their nomadic nature most of the Rarian tribes mostly had taken up being more mobile then well-armed at that. Opting for light armour and even light weapons like staffs or more common tools like slings. Along with this they excel in using the environment and even the rare weapons produced by their smiths since the smith would mostly create tools for the good of the tribe then that of weapons of war since most of the warriors salvage and create their own making most of the weapons of the band crude alone with their armour.
As such most of their weapons comes from what they could loot or use within the battlefield while using their massive hands to pulverize all that they could see but, when made to pick up defensive positions the minotaurs would use slings which they use to haul boulders with great speed. While only the elite which only number in around fifty (50) including Karduke have their own weapons while most of their kin act as support or conscripts in times of battle. While two rare shamans that know the ways of elemental magic and could call upon support from the land in times of trouble are known to take up residences within the confederation of what is known as the last living minotaurs in the world.

Thought it is noted that the iron hooves have no love for their captives which many of the front had reported them to eat or even raise like cattle within their tribe. Even going as making them into meat shields or traps for the darkness.

History:

Starting as a meek and small splinter group from his father’s tribe the band would soon enough have a rough start. Relying on raiding to keep themselves fed and with their own borders far from respected from the other tribes most of the members at first died off either due to starvation, sickness, battle, or even as a meal for the remaining few. While weak and powerless this hard start paved the way to the creation of battle-hardened veterans over the waste. Surviving with only few and fighting with less the band would later grow to become natural soldiers and survivors. Eating the corpses of their own and their enemies gave them enough to survive and grow while grown bold with the promise of glory for the next life meant that his band would excel in raiding and doing more with less.

Raiding plenty of fortress cities like Algrim and Lesbon soon enough made them more feared within the waste of the north. While this goes to both their own kin and the others as they raid the waste just to survive and even the slaying of Ice maw the minotaurs within the Iron horns would in return become legendary as gruesome monstrous infantry infamous for their cruelty of captive(food) and their battle prowess being hard to kill and harder to withstand.

Before the collapse of the north there were thousands of these monsters but, when the monsters came thousands fell charging into the frontlines. While they killed thousands more then they had lost the battle never ended. Some cheered this on as the coming of their duty to fight the unending battle only to see themselves be corrupted and soon enough forced to fight their families forcing more of the northern tribes back and Karduke never seeing such wanton chaos before ordered his infamous order to retreat to the south. One that claimed millions of the rarians devastating the people of the north as they cross their rocky home to the hot climate of the south. Losing hundreds to the first heat wave of their lives though to survive most of the survivors are the dead making a tradition that was mostly for the desperate or the giants more common for the surviving rarians at that.

While their forefathers would shun them for such a display Karduke and his elites vowed to take up and follow the coalition and fight to honor their brothers and sisters that fell and to regain their honor.

Country:
The Iron horn came from what would be loosely called the rarian Territories. Savage beastkins that came from the northern waste. Their culture is that of warrior culture that worships the old ones that would lead their race into what would be the endless war and that death is a way into joining the endless war. As such from an early childhood the rarian train not just for survival but, also preparations for this war. While they were not known as the kings and queens of the unforgiving waste their mastery of war and their eagerness had all made them famous mercenaries that would fight with themselves or that of the other races. After the darkness came Karduke led what remained of the rarians of what was known of being Virile and plenty had all shrunk to a size that most other nations could take in their refugee camps signalling the end of the rarians or the True rarians as most would say. Sensing this Karduke rallied his kin the last of the minotaurs in the world and hoped that they could regain the honour that they lost and their homeland at that.

Magical Capabilities:

The shaman is one of the most important members of the tribe which specializes in not just the spiritual needs but, also the medical needs of the herd. Creating medicine and tending to the wounded is the primary goal of the shaman in times of war. While in the field the shaman have the ability to strengthen and encourage the herd making them the second most important member of the war band. While their role is mostly that of support those that underestimate might of the shaman would often see themselves a gory mess under its staff or part of its herbal medicine and remedies.

Name: Jagannath, the God-Eater

Gender: Bull

Race: Gaja (Elephantkin Beastman)

Age: 400-something. Middle-aged among his people.

Physical appearance: Jagannath is monstrously large even among his people, standing fifteen feet tall and weighing over eight tons. His skin is thick and leathery, covered in a huge, chaining web of old battle-scars, and has gained a reddish complexion from its usual healthy grey, thanks to the influence of his spiritual magic. The huge, flapping ears on either side of his elephantine head are ragged shreds, and his right eye is dull and sightless.

History: The elephant-folk, who refer to themselves as the Gaja, form nomadic tribes that cross the breadth of the Etheria, traveling in long, circuitous routes passed down through their tribe's oral history and long memories. Despite being giants among other races, the Gaja are renowned for their spiritual and philosophical wisdom, and are mostly ascetics and pacifists. Their huge size and long lives lead them to being few in number, and grow rarer with each passing year.

The beast that would be known as Jagannath was born long ago to one of the wandering Gaja tribes. His earliest years were simple and happy, traveling with his family, foraging for food, and learning his people's thousands of years worth of history and culture. This came to an abrupt end when his tribe crossed the path of a vicious band of brigands calling themselves the "Carrion Kings," led by Simha Storm-Crowned, a powerful lionkin warrior. The Carrion Kings slaughtered his entire tribe, burned all of their huts, fetishes, and other belongings, and painted the young Jagannath in the ashes of his dead relatives. With that, they took him in as one of their own, one of the "dead men."

Now that he was dead, Jagannath performed menial tasks for the Carrion Kings, and suffered their rages with beatings and whippings. Simha saw the potential in the young Gaja thought, and had him trained in his own sword-arts, taking him on as an apprentice. Wherever the Carrion Kings went, they killed, looted, and burned, and Jagannath watched, learned, and eventually came to join in their destructive revelry, but Simha was still the strongest of all. Once Jagannath was of sufficient age and power, Simha told him that the reason he was undefeatable in battle was because he was secretly a Red Knight, a member of a secretive and barbaric religious order of warriors that granted great power to those bold enough to claim it.

Jagannath left the Carrion Kings, as Simha allowed in and none else were strong enough to challenge him, and journeyed south to the savage land of Mumit, the home of the Red Knights. There, he fought for survival and recognition among the followers of the Red God, and searched ancient, abandoned temples for the truth of the Red God and its barbaric "knights." Eventually through brutal struggle he won the right of ascension in the eyes of the Red God, and offered himself as sacrifice at the God's temple in a volcano's heart. Those that undertake this ritual usually come away maimed for life, and this was true of Jagannath, who lost his right eye to the Red God's caprices. Only one task remained for his ascension to be complete: he had to kill his old master.

Jagannath spent years tracking down Simha, and when he found the old lion again, he was an elderly and feeble man, unable to fight or fend him off. Jagannath had no mercy for the man that made him what he was that day. He ripped Simha in half from shoulder to hip with his bare hands, and ate the lion's heart. In that moment, he had the full blessing of the Red God and had truly become Jagannath, the Red God's greatest monster.

In the many years since, Jagannath has been a scourge on the "civilized" nations of the world, and has been the subject of much rumor and myth. Tales of an unstoppable juggernaut, sometimes accompanied by other beasts, sometimes alone, always an engine of death and ruin, are whispered of in cities and temples. It is said that the temples of other gods are his favorite to sack, desecrating their altars and burning their sacred texts. This has given him the epithet of "God-Eater," as it is said that by destroying the sacred relics of other gods, his Red God rewards him by adding their power to his own.

Equipment: Jagannath wears little armor, as his leathery skin is proof against many blades and arrows, and there is not an armorer alive that could make a suit to fit him. Rather, he fastens huge, bronze sheets to his limbs, and has a stylized iron helm the size of a bathtub, which he uses to protect his head and sensitive trunk. Serrated metal blades have been bolted onto his long tusks, making every part of him a dangerous weapon. In terms of armament, he carries into battle a pike hammer as heavy as a human man, as well as a longbow made from a salvaged ballista that he can use to fire huge bolts across the battlefield. His most favored weapon is the blade Ruin, a massive sword made to suit Jagannath's enormous size. An enchanted blade infused with the fury of the Red God, Ruin carries with it the elemental essence of warfare and destruction, and its influence drives others to supreme acts of savagery and brutality.

Abilities: Jagannath is a veteran of hundreds of battles and thousands of duels, and he has never been bested in combat. His huge size and tremendous power are supplemented by extensive and diverse martial training, as he has studied under many schools of martial combat and warfare. Not only a masterful warrior, but also a skilled commander, as his studies on the nature of warfare and massed battles have aided him in his numerous struggles. Jagannath also has the ability to use powerful spiritual magics to enhance his physical abilities to supernatural levels, and imbue his flesh with the power and heat of the Red God. His magics often take the form of a corona of crimson flame that ripples across his skin and armor.

Title: Red Knights

Number: 100 Knights, 400~ slaves, apprentices, followers, etc

Specialization: Elite Shock Infantry, Raiders, Cavalry, Linebreakers

Description: The Red Knights are an eclectic group made up almost entirely of savage, predatory beastmen. Every true Red Knight is a seasoned killer, for whom murder is a religious act, and had to kill their predecessor to "earn" their knighthood. All of them have made a flesh sacrifice to their Red God, many in the form of limbs and extremities, but others have given up less obvious parts of themselves. Apart from these commonalities, each Red Knight is a unique combatant, though their intense bloodlust and martial prowess lend them best toward smaller engagements, mounted combat, and any battle where they can tip the spear.

History: The origins of the Red Knights are lost in the ruins of Mumit's long-dead civilization, a thousand years buried in volcanic ash and rock. Those ruins that still carry some of their creators' legends tell of an age where the Red God walked the earth, and appointed its knights personally. In the modern day, the Red Knights are more of a myth to the wider world than a known force. Beastman brigands and raiders are not unheard of in Etheria, and the savage attacks led by Red Knights often go unremarked upon. These occasional attacks by wild fanatics are the most visible mark on the world left by the Red Knights, the vast majority of whom go unnoticed among common soldiers and mercenaries as they ply their bloody trade. Becoming a Red Knight is not an easy ordeal, and many have this life of death and depravity thrust upon them rather than seek it out willingly. Only the most vicious and committed of warriors can survive their training and trials, and to earn a knighthood one must kill their master and take their title for their own. Ostensibly this would mean that the number of Knights stays the same, but their numbers seem to shrink and swell despite that fact.

Country: Mumit is not a country as much as it is an ungovernable no-man's-land. A tropical, volcanic land in the furthest southern reaches of Etheria, Mumit's inhabitants are primarily savage, feral beastmen that live in bestial competition with the unforgiving landscape. It is rumored that tribes of wild men, elves, and even dwarves live among the ruins of Mumit's extinct civilization, outcasts from their people that live as though they were beasts, themselves. The closest thing to an organized body within this anarchic wasteland would be the Red Knights, a bloodthirsty religious order dedicated to the Red God worshiped by the people that were swallowed by the awakening of Mumit's volcanoes.