The voice. They call her Clíodhna. It is the gentle song in the night that all men and women hear in their minds and amongst the evening breeze. She keens to them at dusk when deep mists draw through the moors. She leads them without direction. She pulls at their heart each in their own separate way. Legends say no one has ever seen her, save the suitor she pines for each night. The people have long murmured that she lives on a small bog, deep in the loch where the fog and the faerie light hang like breath. Yet none venture to find her. The only man she will see is the one that belongs to her. Death awaits all else.



Lochlund holds host to many races. The disheveled lot that landed here in the time of the Great Rift found quickly that their means to survival lie within each other. Dwarves make up the heaviest weight, with elves, gnomes, ogres, and other such folk a minority in their keep. The woodlands around – with their reaching birches and thick, homely willows – are the lands of the fey. Few see the sight of them, and the denizens of this realm are harassed and worse by their incessant mischief. Pixies have been known to consort with townsfolk the most, though their intentions are never pure. They are an essence integral to this world, larks bent misfortune of its prisoners.



Small and uncounted. The wharf holds enough souls to count as a viable city though humble in wealth and resource. Those who survive these lands are blessed. Those who perish... have a less decided fate. Rumors stir that thousands of souls lost to the deep make their bed in the fen across the loch. A great craft stands in that haunted pace. Even the woodland fey fear it.





The lands of the Loch are harsh, though comical they may be at first glance. In total, the plane is a great fen, bordered by fey-kept wood, further bound by a circle of mountains so high and sharp that they cut through the sky. Dragons and giants are said to tend her cliffs, though no man has ever survived her peaks. They are perhaps nothing more than the night tales mothers give their children to keep them warm in their beds, safe from the sound of the wind. Those poor souls who have survived this prison live in a single wharf town on the edge of the Loch. They keep well away from the folly of the deep and dancing woods, and live from the bounty of the waters beneath and around. They fish her keep and harvest her flora. However, these waters are not kind. No predators roam the lands, but death comes to many who swim weakly or do not heed what words Clíodhna calls in the night.



Nothing is left. No books have survived the damp, no wood has survived the rot, the stories that remain are those which kept the people of these lands alive here and now. They are the tales that guide stray minds from the witchlight. They are the paths that harvest a small catch, the mushroom that feeds without turning your child blue, the bogweed that you can pull out of the depths without it pulling you back.



“Pixies only laugh at blood, and not their own. Stay out of the wood lest you be a joke.” - The first lesson a Loch mother gives. Life revolves around the Loch, the wharf, the small pleasures of this life: still waters and the twinkling lights of the fey from a distance. The lost souls of Lochlund are a miserable lot, and yet they find a kinship and humor in their plight. Small competitions of the muddiest boot are held each night and broken bones are mended with a well concocted bowl of stew. Tales of what one should not do are generally the crux of every conversation. The peak of this advice is staying away from the Big Boat. Its wreckage lies far away opposite the shores of the wharf. And for good reason. It is said that the dead live there, amongst the old ship. The Loch, in its mischievous cruelty, will not even let souls die. They simply gather by the giant craft awaiting passage to the next life in realms beyond.





Though the voices of the Loch and pressures of the wood guide the lives of the wharf folk, there is still an unspoken structure within her midst. Quarrels are dealt with at the local pub and boat races are frequent amongst the neighborhoods (to much fanfare). More chronic disputes are settled by the women at meal times, the greatest form of trail in these parts. Most folk pull their weight and realize their plight in a world. Their neighbor is the key to their survival, or at least necessary for hope at a laugh.



Magics of the fey twinkle even along the dingy boarded streets of the wharf. It dances in the sky and amongst the constant fog that weaves its arms through every crevice of this realm. It is bounding everywhere and even possesses food and drink. Magic is something of a nuisance to people forced to live through its vexing effects. Drinking a pint might well grow your toenails out of your boots if the brewer chose the wrong seed or crossed the wrong pixy in his travels. With the wrong wax, candles are liable to float bottom up. They fey around torture the people of these lands. They are the stumped toe of every joke. And they know it.

Yet a more sinister magic also lies in these parts. Far across the loch lies the Big Boat. There amongst the runes of ancient trolls and glyphs of great fishes slumbers a hermit. He is perhaps the only townsfolk to ever use the magic of these lands against the lands themselves. There he gathers a herd of those drowned and lost to the loch. There they wait and drink and make merry within the great halls of that gargantuan wrecked boat. It's not known how he came upon this curse. None even know him by name. Many say he walks among the people of the wharf, studying them and listening to their woes. And at night when he hears the keen of Clíodhna, he learns who he will recruit next.



The fighting body of the citizenry is slim. Perhaps a spare drunken dwarf, one hand with a frog gig and the other with dark ale. Yet the powers of the Boat Man are a great cause for concern. How many generations have fallen dead in these lochs? How many could be called upon should the time come?

Nation Name: Addacian Empire.



Government Form: Absolute monarchy.

Demographics:

Savrianoi (51%): The Addacian Empire’s hegemons, they are bipedal saurians with scales on much of their body and colors ranging from blue to green. Even though their hunched-over posture makes them only slightly taller than the average Human, Savrianoi are much larger, with a very developed musculature. Although omnivorous, they have a strong preference for meat.

Humans (12%): Like the Savrianoi, the Humans of Uboras are from Gaia. They primarily live in the Empire’s remote and wild areas as a multitude of nomadic tribes and are famed for being particularly sensitive to the seven Dharma, a fact seen as both a blessing and a curse.

Kentauroi (15%): A humanoid race that has what resembles a horse's body from the waist down. They are war-like and very competitive, which combined with their anatomy makes for a fearsome warrior/raider culture.

Lykonoi (22%): Bipedal wolf-like creatures. They have a strong pack instinct and thus live in extended friends and family cells known as clans, which can number a mere dozen individuals all the way up to hundreds of them. They have a very potent sense of smell and exceptional hearing.

Population: 9.5 million

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Government Form:
_{Mumlo is a scattering of many different settlements and municipalities, almost always under mayoral supervision. A mayor is often chosen from the populace by democratic vote, but there are some cases of mayors inheriting the position from a close friend.}

Demographics:
_{Mumlo is almost exclusively filled with the jugheads, though there are rare denizens of the rainforest that could be considered its citizens, such as the bumble stumps.}

Population:
_{Small (1 million or less)}

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Plane Description: <sub>Mumlo is a massive island amid an endless ocean. A thick jungle sits upon the island and swathes it in greenery and waterfalls. Above the rainforest and adjacent to any high cliffs are small floating islands with their own little rainforests crowned on top.

The flora and fauna that fill the ocean and forest are notably calm and benign. A few notable creatures beyond the usual happen to be cloudlings, tiny cotton ball sized clouds that seek out sugary treats to saturate themselves with, only to rain and give off tiny crackling pops of electricity. Another creature of similar fun nature is the flufflet, a buzzing ball of wool with big eyes and a curious nature.</sub>

History: <sub>500 years ago, a clan of sorcerers and wizards escaped to the island of Mumlo. There they set up their utopian society based on their powerful magic. Massive towers and endless cities pushed the rainforest to the barriers of civilization. To upkeep these massive settlements and feed the pride of the wizards that owned them, the Jugheads were made — simple wooden frame automatons with clay heads and the need to drink water to remain active. The jugheads themselves were unable to conduct magic, but instead did every servile job for their masters — from smithing to farming. They were happy to help.

200 years ago, however, a war broke out between the most powerful factions among the wizards and with an explosive finish, they excused their entire ilk from existence, leaving the jugheads and the rainforest all alone. Quickly their settlements fell to ruin — except where maintained by jugheads who were sure their friends were soon to return.

Since some time had gone by since then and there were no longer any mages to fix, maintain, or create new jugheads, the fear of extinction and mortality became real — leading to the current crisis.</sub>

Culture and Society:

<sub>Jugheads live in simple societies that are often friendly and democratic in nature. Some live in the same hierarchy from the mage days as if waiting for their old friends to return and for life to pick up where it left off, while others moved on to create their own groups. Either way, the vines of the forest overtook the ancient ruins and the jugheads were forced to live in the rubble.

As mortality became apparent, so did the old words of the magisters, particularly when they were told that they did not have souls and as such were exempt from the afterlife. Particularly distressed by this notion, jugheads took to the tradition of collecting the head gears of any broken or dead jughead and to bring them to massive jugheads known as bigjugs that sat immobile under the waterfalls. There, they would toss the gears into the open head of the bigjug in the hopes that the deceased would live on in some way or another.</sub>



Governance and Politics: _{For the most part, the jugheads get along really well with one another, and since the only resources they need is water and magic (and there is no way to get magic), there is not much need for a complex government. Because of this, they’ll assign a mayor as needed to help lead group projects but otherwise act autonomously to each other — but keep each others’ feelings in mind, just in case.}

Technology and Magic:
_{The jugheads proudly use the technology of old, including crop rotation and the forging of steel. While they also have saved the tomes that the magicians of yore once wrote their secrets in, the words are useless on the jugheads — unable to use magic. Despite this, some artifacts left behind can be of use to the jugheads, most notably any rare artifact that could create more jugheads… but those are mere rumors and speculation, a veritable holy grail among the jugheads.}

Military Overview: _{Beyond the rare encounter with a disgruntled creature of mystical nature often found in folklore rather than real life, there is not much need for a military — let alone weapons. Though the few and far inbetween jughead explorer or adventurer might have a broadsword strapped to their side, though that’s mostly for the symbol of their lifestyle.}


Additional Info: _{Some farming communities have been active for the 200 years since the loss of humankind. Jugheads don’t eat food. They are doing this in case someone stops by for dinner.}

Plane Description: <sub>Shatrax is a stubborn land that does not give anything to its inhabitants for free. The plane does not even make it easy for its inhabitants to use the magic that can be felt throughout the world. The plane at face value reveals that it houses a large amount of magic throughout it displayed with countless floating islands that dot the sky over the cloud sea. The land above the clouds is a fair land with good wind for sailing and many large flying beasts that are hunted down for food. Many different islands can be found in the sky ranging from rolling plains to towering mountains or even a lush forest.

The land below the clouds is said to be the land of the gods and any that travel into the clouds never returns to tell of what they discovered. Many tales are told of the massive monsters that appear climbing through the clouds that seem to be guarding the realm of their masters from all the would dare to breach the clouds.</sub>

History:
_{-Gate Opens
-House of Jaraxi rises to power
-Integration of immigrants
-Center of Trade grows
-Merchant Civil War
-Reunified Trade Cities
-Gates reopen}

Culture and Society: <sub>(How do they live? Anything from ritual cannibals, to matriarchal atheists, to a German-Chinese fusion culture. Religion also goes here!

This is my favorite section ^-^)
There are no documentation on how the world was created or how it became broken. Legends passed down by word tell of there being many gods lived among the Zator people teaching them how to harness the magic of the world through binding.</sub>



Governance and Politics:
<sub>The Empress of the House of Jaraxi rules over the Trade Empire as a visible head while a council of eight merchant guilds run the daily operations. The Jaraxi household claims all rights to the throne of the Empire as it rose through the confusion of the gateway opening up to unite the other local Zator clans under their banner. The Empire allows the other Zotar kingdoms to trade through their cities as middle men for a significant fee allowing for exotic items to show up in Jaraxi ports as the location of the Empire is along many major trade lanes.

The position of the Empire makes it troublesome for any of the other Zotar kingdoms to make a move against them as no kingdom trusts the others to control the trade routes. This allows the Jaraxi Trade Empire to prosper from their neutral position and open ports allowing for the ruling body of the Empire to focus on the happiness of their own citizens.</sub>

Technology and Magic:
<sub>Technology and magic on the plane of Shatrax are deeply entwined as magic would not work without the advances in technology that developed the artificers. Magic on Shatrax must be channeled through runes that are engraved onto weapons and objects to give them a range of properties and spells that can be used. The strength of the spells used depends on the amount and quality of the runes engraved on the imbued objects such as giving a ship the ability to be lighter than air by craving hundreds of powerful runes onto strategic locations on the ship. The range of spells that can be used is only limited by the runic alphabet given by the gods which is extensive language.

Artificers are skilled craftsmen and rune crafters that use their trade as smiths and vast knowledge of runes to create magical items or to engrave already created objects with runes. The most advanced technology that Shatrax boasts are the skyships that are the only safe way to travel between the islands that make up all habitable lands. There is no standard among the technology of the plane as each merchant guild and kingdom influences in what direction their money pushes their people.</sub>

Military Overview: _{(This is the space to talk about any offensive/defensive capabilities you have. Now, keep in mind that our people have all been essentially isolated for 500 years. If you have a huge army, I want to know who it is that you've been fighting all this time to justify having a military that tough. If the answer is "Nobody" then, mis amigo, you shouldn't have the huge army.)}

Plane Description:
The plane of Zokution is naturally unstable and volatile. In fact, the only reason why it can be called a plane of existence at all is because of the latent rift, which through some unknown process projects a bubble of reality around itself, making life on Zokution possible. In order to do so, however, it needs to be powered with magic, and so all magic that occurs naturally or enters the plane is drained into it. This means that no magic is possible on Zokution, which has forced the former inhabitants of Gaia to adapt. The habitable area of stability, the edge of which is called the Frontier, has waxed and waned over time, and has been known to grow or shrink abruptly, sometimes in a matter of seconds.

Interestingly, Zokution’s Rift can be found on the sea rather than on land, which proved to be a challenge to the first colonists/refugees. This leaves the plane’s currently habitable area to be a relatively small sliver of coastline along the north of the continent of Efora, and includes a large and a number of small islands. This small sliver of coastline is mostly made up of various types of wetland that are prone to flooding in the southeast, and large, ancient mixed forests to the northwest. There used to be more inland, but the shrinking of the Frontier has made going there impossible.

Zokution is populated by a number of native creatures, many of which are eerily similar to beings that once lived on Gaia. There are giants, dragons, and many other such beings. Despite their looks, these creatures have proven to be quite indifferent to the arrival of Gaian refugees, and have not been a danger to them. The most dangerous creatures that can be found on Zokution are the Vremden. These entities are what’s left over of those who cross the Frontier. They appear as ghostly figures that glow with a white or blue light, and are incredibly hostile.

History:
When the refugees from Gaia first entered the Rift that would lead them to the plane of Zokution, they found themselves not on land, but on the open sea. This proved to be a difficult challenge, and many considered giving up on the whole endeavor and going to a different Rift. Some, under the leadership of a number of Haelfgoder, decided that they’d rather risk drowning on their new plane than dying in the Cataclysm of Gaia. And so, they built small boats, carried them through the Rift, and set sail to find their new home.

Many of these initial expeditions didn’t make it, but soon the island of Astrad was discovered, and it was here that the first settlements were made. Astrad was a rich and fertile land, and in mere decades the population boomed. The Haelfgoder, with their innate capabilities for leadership, became revered kings and leaders, and when the population grew too large expeditions were sent out once again, discovering the continent of Efora.

Efora was a vastly different environment than Astrad. Where Astrad had rich grasslands, the Eforan coast was a confusing mixture of swamp, islands and rivers. Where Astrad had rolling hills, Efora’s northern coastline was low, flat and prone to flooding. The settlers from Astrad soldiered on nonetheless, and soon the wetlands were drained, the woods were cleared and the land was tamed. The plane’s natives, the Haxris, were soon discovered but with Astrad’s leadership a stable peace was maintained and the colonies on Efora thrived.

Then, the first Waxing began, and as the Frontier expanded more of Efora was uncovered, and a new continent was discovered to the north of the Rift. This new continent, Hypugisor, was even more rich and prosperous than Astrad and was chosen to be the new home of the Haelfgoder. With Hypugisor, Astrad, and soon the entirety of Efora under control, the plane of Zokution experienced a golden age that lasted a hundred years. Great technological strides were made during this time, and the people of Zokution even tried to look into ways to expand the Frontier further.

This golden age was not to last. The first Waning, heralded by the appearance of a blood-red comet, began. In mere days, the Frontier shrank drastically, cutting off more than half of the available land. The continent of Hypugisor, where most of the Haelfgoder now made their home, was lost entirely. The continent of Efora fell into chaos as mass numbers of Vremden appeared on the frontier and migrated north. A dark age descended upon Zokution.

However, the might of the Haelfgoder proved itself once again, as a man named Scuvo Dubhuun proclaimed himself King of a small corner of northeast Efora and managed to reconquer the entirety of eastern Efora, an act for which he would be forever known as ‘Scuvo the Great’. King Scuvo even created a number of chivalric orders in order to combat the mass amounts of Vremden that still plagued the land. Upon his death, his kingdom was split amongst his children, and conflict and disunity ruled once more.

For much time, these kingdoms, with their vassal dukes and counts, fought but also traded with and lived peacefully alongside one another. The Frontier sometimes expanded and shrank again, though never as abruptly as the First Wanining. The Eforan wetlands were drained and dams and levees were built to prevent more flooding. In southeast Efora, the House of Soshus began marrying into families that owned counties in the north, from which would eventually come the Duchy of Soshus. The various orders of knights worked together to conquer the Driorian lands and establish the Confederation. In Astrad, merchants began to venture south and trade with the Eforans once again.

The center of power and trade now firmly lay in the Eforan north, which was fortunate as another Waning began. This time, however, the Frontier shrank to more than half of its radius in a matter of hours. Millions of people were unable to make it and perished. The original territories of the Duchy of Soshus were lost in the disaster, leaving only its northern possessions. The only other two states to survive were the Kingdom of Astrad and the Driorian Confederation.

Culture and Society:
Kingdom of Astrad:
Astrad’s society is feudal: that is to say that every social group has legal and sometimes military obligations to one another. There exists a large peasant class, part of which are serfs and part of which are free peasants, which is ruled over by a warrior aristocracy. Land is given in fief by a lord to their vassals, who are obligated to provide military service and pay taxation in exchange for the land.

This system of reciprocal relationships goes all the way from the King to local lords, though via a slew of other titles like dukes and counts. Each lord has their own domain, lands they personally own, on which work large numbers of labourers who work the land to provide for themselves as well as their lord, and which can be called up to serve in the military. There is generally little social mobility, though there have been examples of individuals who were able to climb the ranks through skill, cunning and luck.

The fact that it used to be the center of civilization has left quite a mark on Astrad. There are still many crumbling ruins which can be seen in the countryside, signs of a once great kingdom. The Haelfgoder are still venerated, and many find themselves pushed into positions of power even if they do not want that power. In an ironic twist of fate, this has led many of the Haelfgoder to conceal their identities. There are a great many legends, most of which are passed through oral tradition, which tell about the ancient civilization which used to be present on the island.

Astrad’s economy primarily relies on agriculture, particularly wool, which it sends towards Efora where it is processed into cloth. Astrad is also rich in mineral resources, which it trades with Efora as well.

Duchy of Soshus:
The culture of Soshus is shaped by its geography. The maintenance of the various canals, mills, dikes and locks is so crucial to prevent flooding that everyone is forced to handle them with care. This also means that finances have been carefully controlled in order to make sure there is enough money for maintenance, which leads to a very rational and sober mentality among the people. Rules and regulations are generally adhered to very well, which also happens to be important for trade and bureaucracy.

The northern lands of the Duchy of Soshus are highly urbanized, a natural result of high population growth, increased infrastructure and booming trade. As it became clear that the drained northern wetlands were not as optimal for grain production as the lands in the south, these crop fields were transformed into pasture for animals. This required less labour than farming, which drove more people to the cities.

This urbanization led to increased tolerance, as many people from different backgrounds lived next to one another and realized they were not so different. Cities also need many raw goods, like grain, salt, timber among other things, and so this led to booming trade with Astrad and Drioria. This trade would lead to a mercantile, even proto-capitalistic outlook.

The mercantile outlook and the need to adapt to an environment without magic have turned the Soshusians into explorers and made them inquisitive, leading to many important advances in science and technology, as well as the founding and the promotion of several universities.

Lastly, while the Soshusians might overall be rational and sober, the dukes of Soshus are anything but. The house of Soshus came from the south and its members are used to lavish parties and showing off their wealth, which is directly opposite to the attitude of the common people. Numerous conflicts, especially with more autonomous towns have already happened over this and will likely continue to happen in the future.

Driorian Confederation:
Since Drioria is a confederation of chivalric orders, the ideals of chivalry are highly regarded there. That includes ideas like loyalty, generosity, honour and other such ideas. Drioria is also highly militaristic, which is entirely necessary due to the high concentration of Vremden which constantly pass the frontier. The knights live in stone castles, each belonging to an order, which protects the land around them, and the road between these castles is well-maintained for communication.

The Knights are trained from an early age, and expected to live their lives according to the code of chivalry, as well as to maintain their physical prowess and combat skills in order to maintain combat readiness.

Those are not the only things worth mentioning about Drioria, though. The majority of the Driorian population is actually Haxris, who live in small, tight-knit tribal communities. The Knights and the Haxris mostly leave each other alone, despite the latter having been conquered by the former, and have even been known to help one another out in times of need.

In recent times, Haxris chieftains and chivalric orders alike have begun to invite settlers from other parts of Efora in order to colonize the sparsely populated land. This has led to the spread of particularly Soshusian culture, as well as Drioria becoming the breadbasket of Zokution, sending large amounts of wheat east- and northwards.



Governance and Politics:
Kingdom of Astrad: The Kingdom of Astrad is a feudal monarchy. While the King technically has absolute power, in reality their authority is mediated through vassals which own their own lands, and which also have their own vassals. In general (although not exclusively), the vassals perform military service to their lord in exchange for the land, although there are examples of non-military service as well.

Duchy of Soshus:The Duchy of Soshus is not one singular state, but rather a personal union of different territories led by a Duke. Though the original Duchy of Soshus was lost following the most recent Waning, it still carries the same name. The provinces that make up the Duchy do not share any common legislation, although there are a number of common bureaucratic institutions that help the Duke govern their territories. The autonomy of the various territories governed by the Duke varies greatly, with cities particularly having higher autonomy.

Driorian Confederation:: Drioria is really the territory of a number of chivalric orders that have conquered the Driorian region in the northwest of Efora. While traditions between the different orders may vary, the heads of the various orders form a council that runs the state. The leader of the Confederation is the Grand Master, who is elected by all members of all the different orders.

Technology and Magic:
With a complete lack of magic on their plane, the peoples of Zokution have had to adapt by heavily investing into the development of new technologies. The people of Northern Efora have become masters of water management, using systems of dams, canals, dikes, water mills, windmills and hydraulics to drain the wetlands and prevent flooding. Water is also used to power a variety of industrial mills which produce goods like paper, sugar, timber and many other products.

Gunpowder was invented during Zokution’s golden age, and finds important military applications as siege cannons, fire lances, fire arrows and even has limited naval use. Also of note is the use of flamethrowers on ships, which spew out a flaming liquid that is sticky and even keeps burning on water. Advanced metallurgical techniques combined with hydraulic engineering to produce metal ensure a steady supply of weaponry and armor.

Other important inventions include: double-entry bookkeeping which has led to the rise of bureaucracy to govern both states and private businesses better; the movable type printing press which has allowed for a quicker and more efficient spread of information; the nautical magnetic compass, which is incredibly important for trade ships that ply the seas, and there are also other inventions like the armillary sphere.

This is just a small overview of the technological advancements made on Zokution, as to give a complete overview would take up more space than necessary.

Military Overview:

Kingdom of Astrad:
Astrad’s army is mostly composed of peasant levies which support a small group of knights and a variety of trained men-at-arms, each of which hand-picked by their lord to suit their preferences in warfare.

Duchy of Soshus:
Soshus’ military is the most advanced one on Zokution. The Dukes of Soshus have managed to create a professional, well-trained standing army rather than relying on feudal levies to fight its wars. This army is mostly made up of the urban poor, who gladly join the Duke’s military in exchange for pay. Its armaments include gunpowder-based weaponry such as fire lances, fire arrows and siege artillery, though there are also the more traditional medieval weapons, as well as cavalry.

Given that most of the plane is made up of water, Soshus also has a strong navy. This navy exists mostly to protect the shipping lanes from piracy. Naval warfare relies primarily on boarding, though flamethrowers for ship-to-ship combat are also used, and there are even experimental cannons.

Driorian Confederation:
Much like Astrad, Drioria mostly uses Knights and levies to do all the fighting. Unlike the Kingdom, however, Driorian Knights are far better trained, and there are a lot more of them, allowing them to be used as heavy infantry and cavalry alike. Driorian levies are primarily composed of the Haxris, although they generally only volunteer in times of crisis. Given that the Haxris are far taller and stronger than mortal men, they have not dared to force them to serve in the military.


Additional Info:

The Graull Clanship



Government Form
A Clanship is a type of tribalistic society in which the people follow their chieftains by choice, and every clan leader follows a greater Prime chieftain who leads every smaller clan. Although the Gruall do not have to follow the set leaders, they primarily enjoy following one with great strength and natural physique.

Demographics
Swampland Graull: 23% | Jungle Graull: 37% | Primal Gruall: 24% | Dune Gruall: 16%

Population
4 Million: Normal

Primera
A land of dense jungles, arid fields, vast steppe, and sprawling swampland… Primera, better known as ‘The land of Beasts’ is hot and humid, very reminiscent of Earth’s Jungles and rainforests. Other regions are beset by even hotter conditions, and far less rainfall, resulting in vast rolling dunes. In almost every corner of Primera lay some kind of beast, creature, or great monster; from the rather unremarkable Skreever to the mighty Thistledrake; and worse… Primera, however, did not have a native race inhabiting it, leaving the land completely untamed and untainted by civilization. Resources are plentiful, and land is fertile; there is much to gain from such a land, and much to lose… Only the most hardy, macovelliant, and enduring of races and nations will be able to survive Primera and its harsh ecosystem… Oddly though, the nature of Primera is confusing and strange; often accelerating the rate at which species adapt to its biomes, and vastly increases the rate of evolution from thousands of millions of years, down to a few generations; leading to mass genetic diversification in the span of a few hundred years.
History
The Gruall arrived in Primera as a desperate people, once a simple, isolationist tribal society living on Gaia, now reduced to nomads, weary travelers, and foraging clans. Faced with the dangers and horrors of the unknown lands of Primera and the unforgiving jungles it offered them, the Gruall were horribly slaughtered. The remains of their people were collected together and founded the basis of their new society and culture, living off the land and warding off the beasts of the Jungles. Eventually, their people began to diversify and spread out, forming subraces, adapted variants of their species to overcome the various environments and ecosystems Primera offers; now scattered as dozens of independent and organized tribes, packs, and clans. Many Gruall have kept their isolationist ideals, isolating themselves from each other, leading to the vast technological gaps and cultural variations all across Primera.

Culture and Society
Gruall culture and society is very diverse and variant; primarily due to their widespread nature and adaptive subraces… The Dune Gruall, are a scrawny, fiendishly thieving variant that lives in the deserts and arid plains, often taking up nomadic lives at best, and banditry at worst. They often live within giant moving caravans, continuing to move from place to place; hunting, scavenging, stealing and foraging for whatever they need. The Swampland Gruall live within the swamps and marshes, maintaining stationery lifestyles; the Swampland Gruall were the first Gruall to discover the methods of agriculture, learning how to grow the strange and unfamiliar crops of Primera around the swamplands. The Jungle Gruall are perhaps the most common and abundant subrace. They are the most diverse and variant of the others, ranging from nomadic packs to completely stationary tribes; though they all follow a general aesthetic theme and style. Finally, the Primal Gruall are a more feral, primalistic variant of Gruall… Their environmental pressures pushed them to adapt extra strength, size, and endurance, and to invest in physical attributes, though pushing them away from more intellectually demanding processes. Primal Gruall usually live in traveling or stationery packs, functioning more like beasts than an actual society, though their sentience bridges the gap between animal and people. Although some Gruall worship a variety of different deities, none are strongly religious or zealous, and do not show severe relationship or connection to these deities…

Governance and Politics
Generally, Graull follow the largest, strongest of their kind; respecting strength and prowess in battle. Most Graull believe the strongest of their kind are the most capable to rule; each clan is ruled by chieftains, while the Primarch clan is ruled by the Primarch Chief, the supreme ruler of the Clanship… The Clanship is not a single body, but rather, thousands of smaller clans ruled by one massive ‘Primarch clan’... Together, they all collectively form the Clanship itself.



Technology and Magic
Surrounding Primara is a type of magic source known as Primal Magic… Here, most types of other magic becomes chaotically warped and changed, with Primal Magic itself remaining nearly as chaotic and uncontrollable… Mages and Shamans harness the chaotic energies of Primera, and shape them into a specific form of spell and direct it to a certain location; but it is up to the Primal Magic itself what happens next. Primal Magic is much more powerful than some other types of magic, but it is difficult, and sometimes even nearly impossible to control… This factor makes Primal Magic very dangerous, but very beneficial to use.

Military Overview
Almost the entire Gruall population, save for the old, sick, and young, are capable of some level of combat… Although there is a dedicated military force within every clan, nearly every Gruall is taught and able to fight, even if not professionalized… Most Gruall have a very strong warrior/hunter culture and structure, many learning how to fight as early as possible, as the harsh and unforgiving ecosystems of Primera house great beasts and terrible monsters that threaten the lives of the Gruall peoples. As such, the Gruall have formed their societies and warrior castes to combat them. Most Graull armies are led by Shamans and Chieftains.