Long ago, during the days of Raphae's infancy, before the great nation sought to build their world in light and grandeur, Molkrath stole himself away in the mountains of Ornuel, keeping well away from the heated and angry hunters of the lands. Their crusades against the few dragons that flew in its skies were terrible and vast, despite the fragility of man and celestine against their leathery wings and scaled bodies. Nevertheless, Molkrath was sure that if he kept to himself, hidden and quiet, he might arise from the mountain to find the land uncontested.

He had a plan.

All dragons but the single other, Zanzilith, had been vanquished from Raphae, leaving only man and celestine to rule its lands. Molkrath emerged from hiding and brought forth something the other dragons did not think to present in their arrogance; knowledge. The dragon was a studious one, and knew that if he portrayed himself as an ally of peace, Raphae would not turn their swords against him. Both parties kept to their promises, and lived in peace from the foundation of Raphae as a true nation to today. Molkrath was given his mountain as thanks, and Molkrath tutored countless many in the ways of agriculture, carpentry, smithing, masonry, and the likes. To this day, Molkrath remains the Lord of Ornuel Citadel, and serves as a Great General in its operations. Though capable of magical feats, he does not continue to practice such things, and left the discovery of further arcane prowess to his students.

He was the tutor of Archmage Helen, as well as many other mages, and serves a seat on the Raphae Grand Council.

Former student of the dragon Molkrath, Helen has since become the highest point of arcane power in Raphae, now defined as the nation's Archmage. Unfortunately for all other mages of the realm, Helen has remained an aloof and child-like character, likely a result of the experiments into immortality she performed under Molkrath's tutoring (at his behest). Ignoring the chants of many different Schools of the Arcane, Helen instead uses her prowess for entertainment purposes, catering to the crowd and other nations alike. Her only redeeming quality is her adoption of a bright-eyed apprentice, Carinna Rogald, who nevertheless progresses slowly due to her mentor's apathetic and lazy nature.

Though seemingly a child, Helen is aged at 79 years, her body held in place as it was 64 years ago due to her meddling into the achievement of immortality. Outwardly satisfied with her life, Helen is secretly distraught by her choices.

Apprentice to the current Archmage, Helen, Carinna was suggested for candidacy by her peers in the Ristane School of Magic due to her high academic scores and proficiency in learning... as well as her dangerous nature. More than anything else, the scholars of the school wished only to get her out of their hair, and what better way than to throw her into the arms of Archmage Helen; it would be a long while before she graduated from her teachings. Carinna travels with Archmage Helen on her journeys, eager to learn, and continually less and less like her old self due to the fact that she must take on the more mature responsibilities Helen refuses to accept.

Daughter to Commander Furine Rogald, she is expected to take on her mother's military legacy, and though not the fighting type, she greatly admires her mother and strives to live up to her expectations.

Commander of the Raphae army, and the direct leader of the Raphae Gauntlet, Furine is known as a rather vexing woman due to her involvement in the military, her stern nature, and her highly questionable festival activities... Furine is often seen as one of the less idol-like individuals in the military, being quick to brawl, faster to bed, and fastest to drink. Despite the power she holds and the faith her men put into her leadership, she becomes the most aloof during festivities -often the most likely to be talked about in the village, or amidst military peers.

One of the two last dragons of Raphae, Zanzilith -like Molkrath- hid himself away during the days when monster hunters roamed their lands, only to reveal himself when all others had been vanquished or thrown from the area. In the same way as Molkrath was wary of inciting fear in humans and celestines, Zanzilith knew better than to take up arms against them; he also lacked any semblance of distaste in them, and easily integrated within their community. Whereas Molkrath offered knowledge, Zanzilith gifted the Raphae military with the might of a dragon's wings.

Now serving as a model of the Raphae military might, Zanzilith enjoys praise all about the nation, given free reign and his own plot of land in the mountains surrounding Ornuel.

The head honcho, the Great General, the direct subordinate to the Queen herself. Famril Rickoll commands all armies, sects, units, etc of the Raphae military, even overseeing Furine Rogald's command of the Raphae Gauntlet. While technically independent of the military, Zanzilith too answers directly to Famril. Though well into his fifties, Famril characterizes a military man, able to easily duel and defeat the men in his army.

National Traits: 7
Size Matters
Trustworthy
Victory Arches
Bread and Games!
All Roads Lead to Rome
Unsoiled Reputation
Arm of the Empire

Population Traits: 11
Squeaky Clean
Clean Streets
Loyal
Brave
The Peoples 'Entertainment'
Law and Order
Fair Law
Public Baths
Aqueducts
Know Your Place!
War Taxes

Academic Traits: 5
University of War
Agricultural Institute
Medicine
Schools
Tradesman Academy

Military Basic Traits: 5
Fearless
Strategists
Heavy Armor
Superior Training
Many Walls

Archery Traits: 2
Monster-Hunters
Dragon Bows

Infantry Traits: 3
Monster-Hunters
Swordsman's School
Weapon Academy

Cavalry Traits: 3
Masterful Cavalry
Cavalry Concourse
Lords of the Joust

Navy Traits: 4
Heavy Ships
Sea Serpent

Airborne Traits: 2
Control the Skies
Wyvern

Tradesman Traits: 9
Farmhands
Ranchers
Master Smiths
Master Stonemasons
Smiths Beyond Equal
Inspiring Edifice
Strong Stone Foundations
Buy Only The Best
Perfectionists

Merchant Traits: 3
Silk Roads
Welcome Sight
Super Caravans

Magecraft Traits: 6
Elemental Fires
Element of Light
Holy Magic
Arch-Spellcaster
Reputation of Gold
Apprenticeships

Monster Traits: 0

Mechanist Traits: 0

Flaws: 3
Code of Honor
All Roads Lead to Rome
Bound by Tradition

Custom Traits:
Custom Trait "The Festival Can't Even Handle Me Right Now" - There are parties, festivals, great gatherings... and then there are Raphae Festivals. Amidst the surrounding world's attempts at holding incredible gatherings of fun and festivities, none can hold a candle to the volcanic inferno of magma that is the Raphae way. It is incredibly difficult, if not impossible, for any race or entity in the world to forgo any fun during the numerous Raphae Festivals that occur throughout the year. Because of their frequency and scope, travelers from outside the nation will more often than not come across a Raphae Festival during their stay, possibly even two, most of which are difficult to ignore or pass by.

Custom Trait "A Face Every Mother Loves" - Either the genes flowing through this country are of top notch, or a wellspring of beautifying magic runs through its earth, because damn. The people of Raphae are known for their good looks, generally having faces and physiques that inspire either envy, lust, or admiration in those of other nations. Even to other races, both Man and Celestine of Raphae appear attractive to a greater degree than those outside the country.

Custom Flaw "Won't You Be My Neighbor?" - The people of Raphae are generally happy-go-lucky, trustful, and excited to meet new people, especially those coming from outside their lands. Upon first meeting with individuals from another nation, individuals in Raphae tend to look at them with a genuine friendship regardless of appearances, hoping to forge good relations and fun times. This is great for immigrants and refugees, but leaves Raphae at a severe disadvantage when dealing with malevolent countries wishing to work against them. Despite a diplomatic individual from another country being antagonistic, the people of Raphae will initially act warmly to them as best as possible, even to the time when they leave, potentially oblivious to the vulgarities and threats issued to them.

Capital City (0) - "Mirare"
Large Coastal City (14)
Coastal (4)
Coastal (4)
Coastal (4)
Plains (2)
Plains (2)
Forest (2)
Large City (10)
Plains (2)
Plains (2)
Plains (2)
Plains (2)
Forest (2)
Forest (2)
Large Mountain Citadel (15) - "Ornuel"
Mountain (5)
Mountain (5)
Plains (2)
Forest (2)
Forest (2)
Forest (2)
Castle (4)
Plains (2)
Plains (2)
Plains (2)
Plains (2)
Tundra (1)

Army: 267/267 Regiment Points
2 Royal Guard Man (12)
Royal Guard Celestine (6)

Elite Celestine Monster Hunter (7)
Elite Man Monster Hunter (7)

3 Experienced Man Heavy Cavalry (15)
300 individuals total
5 Experienced Man Light Cavalry (20)
500 individuals total

6 Elite Man Infantry (24)
600 individuals total
6 Elite Celestine Infantry (24)
600 individuals total
6 Elite Man Ranged (24)
600 individuals total

9 Experienced Man Infantry (27)
700 individuals total
5 Experienced Man Ranged (15)
500 individuals total

28 Man Infantry (56)
2,500 individuals total
15 Man Ranged (30)
1,500 individuals total

Command: 67/67 Command Points
Hero of the Realm Dragon (15) - "Zanzilith"
Hero of the Realm Celestine (6) - "Zorark the Inferno"

Great General Man (5) - "Famril Rickoll"
Great General Dragon (14) - "Molkrath, the Learned"
General Celestine (4) - "Emrir Sahan"
Commander Man (3) - "Furine Rogald"

Arch Mage Man (15) - "Archmage Helen"
Apprentice Mage Man (5) - "Carinna Rogald"

Air Force: 66/67 Air Force Points
3 Elite Wyvern Regiment (66)
120 Wyvern Riders total

Navy: 4000/4000 Gold
Sea Serpent (100) - "Neptas"

2 Galleon (500)
3 Frigates (660)
4 Windjammers (800)
6 Barques (840)
14 Schooners (700)
20 Sloops (400)

The Kingdom of Tairre'Tal as it now stands was first unified under the rule of Draanuv Bargagniir, hailing from the ancient High Elven city of Taln'e. Draanuv was the Prince of Tairre'Tal, heir to the ruling Aaytarne dynasty that had ruled that city from its founding, building the Citadel of Sereenost as their place from which to govern. During the time of Draanuv, Tairre'Tal had consisted of only Taln'e and its surrounding small towns and villages, and the city of Taln'e was closed off to access by all non-High Elves. The Aaytarne dynasty had subjugated the city to this restriction since its founding, in order to close off Taiirrean culture from the influence of the perceivably warlike and uncivilized outsiders. This had led to a prospering and unique culture in the city, as well as all of the benefits of homogeneity, but was also a severe economic drain on the kingdom. Merchants from outside of the kingdom's reaches were forced to deal with intermediaries in the small settlements outside of Taln'e, and foreign goods were unpopular even in the border regions of the kingdom. Upon his ascension to the throne, the now King Draanuv lifted the city's race laws, progressively allowing first all Elven species and then the more civilized Humans, Dwarves and other races access to Taln'e. The Tairrean economy received a massive boost, and waves of merchants and diplomats were sent forth to mend Tairre'Tal's relations with its neighbours and establish wider local trade routes. The crown's debt and bad international reputation were both mended, and the influx of coin allowed the Kingdom of Tairre'Tal to fund its first major military expedition.

East of the city of Taln'e stood a massive forest, easily twenty or thirty times the size of the kingdom. The forest was populated by three foes of Tairre'Tal worthy of note. The first, and most innocuous, were the local Wild Elves. The Wild Elven clans tended to stick to themselves in their respective regions of the forest, and some of their clans had even formed amicable trade relations with the kingdom under Draanuv's leadership. Of a more pressing concern to the kingdom was the ever-abundant population of Barghest in the forests. The Barghest, fearsome, monstrous wolves that terrorized the Wild Elves, were occasionally known to pick off wanderers into the deep woods, or even make small expeditions with their wolf packs into the plains surrounding Taln'e, to feed on cattle or a particular unlucky High Elf. Worse still than the Barghest were the most ancient and feared enemy of Tairre'Tal, the one which Draanuv's expedition had been primarily sent forth to deal with: the Goblins. The forests were home to dozens of bickering Goblin clans, with all of their species kind represented somewhere in the deep woods.

Draanuv's expedition (later dubbed the Rasalka, or 'Great Dance'), turned upon the inhabitants of the woods in reverse order of their danger to Tairre'Tal, picking off the weakest first. Slightly less than half of the Wild Elf clans submitted to the might of Taln'e without need of skirmish, intimidated by the sheer size of the army sent forth to conquer them, and eager to find themselves free of having to worry about Barghest attacks or Goblin raids. The first battle of the Rasalka was against the Daennir, the second strongest of the Wild Elf clans. Their clan name would soon become the word for an arrogant fool in Tairrean culture, and for good reason. The Daennir, seeking to prove themselves the mightiest of the Wild Elf clans, sought to punish Draanuv for his conquest of the forests and send his men marching back home to Taln'e. Every single able-bodied Daennir of sufficient age rallied forth and together amassed a great army to fight off Draanuv's expedition. In the ensuing battle, the Daennir found that their decision to stand and fight the expedition was a poor one. Part way through the battle, the Wild Elf clans that had joined Draanuv's side had encircled the site of the battle, cutting off the ability of any of the Daennir warriors to flee. It was an utter massacre. After the Daennir formation broke, those who had fled who killed by their cousins that had submitted to Draanuv. Those who surrendered after the battle had been lost were put into the custody of the Wild Elf clans that assisted Draanuv during the battle. Finally, those who continued to resist Tairre'Tal after the battle was lost, including the Chieftain of the Daennir, found themselves executed.

When the expedition pushed forward to claim the now undefended Daennir villages for Taiire'Tal, they found instead a horrifically morbid sight of ravaged corpses and pillaged buildings. The Goblin clans, having seemingly learned of Draanuv's expedition and rallied together a multi-Clan army of their own, had mistaken the Daennir for one of the Clans sworn to King Draanuv. As a show of their resistance, they'd completely wiped out every single remaining member of the Daennir that hadn't fought against Draanuv and been executed. The second largest and most infamous of the Wild Elf clans had been completely destroyed, with the scant few prisoners taken after the Battle of the Daennir soon assimilated into the respective Wild Elf clan they'd been put into the custody of. The massacre of the Daennir, combined with the lack of success in the first battle against the expedition, was enough to convince the remaining Wild Elf clans that resisted Draanuv to submit.

One of the most recently destroyed villages that the expedition stumbled across was still populated by a small contingent of the offending goblins. Alarmingly, the goblins seemed to have managed to tame the Barghest that plagued the forests, several of them having been pitted on members of the expedition to allow the goblins to flee. King Draanuv, on his horse, with his Royal Guard, slew the Barghest and pursued the goblins out of the village and into the woods. All of the Barghest tamers were caught, and it didn't take much for them to inform the expedition of the (mostly) unified Goblin armies, the location of their settlements and what their leaders were planning. The Goblins were spared, and scouts of the expedition followed them back to the mustering point of the Goblin armies to try and arrange a peace with the clans. None of the scouts returned. Enraged, Draanuv led the expedition south, to the point where the Goblin armies had been told to amass. The Wild Elves accompanying the expedition were sent north, to force the submission of the Goblin settlements north of the wreckage of the Daennir clan. The proven but weary High Elf expedition would have to battle the Goblins and their Barghest monsters without the assistance of the Wild Elves, and on the Goblins' home ground.

Even the march to the Goblin lands was not without challenges. The green-skinned raiders and their fearsome pets assaulted the expedition's ranks at least once every hour—attacking and then retreating, although usually only the former successfully. Once reached, the woods inhabited by the Goblins were relatively easy to distinguish from neutral and Elven lands. Unlike the Wild Elves, who had fluid borders between their tribes' lands and did little to disturb the natural environment, the Goblins were infamous for their cleanly marked divisions of the forest. Crude fences, heads on posts, defaced trees and primitive writings all clearly displayed which section of trees belonged to one clan and which to the other. Helpfully, though, the goblin clan's borders seemed to be missing their guards by the time the expedition arrived. There was no question between Draanuv and his generals what was responsible for the open borders; their guardians have been sent off to join the Goblin army. It was only after several hours of marching deep in goblin-infested forest that the expedition would meet the long told of unified Goblin army. It would not be the last of the expedition's battles with the Goblins.

The Battle of Harym was not an easy one. Named after the segment of woods in which the battle took place (which would eventually become the site of a Tairrean city), the Battle of Harym was the bloodiest fought in Tairrean history. More than half of the expedition force remaining after the Battle of the Daennir and the Goblin raids was killed at Harym, alongside about a third of the overall goblin population in the forests. Draanuv himself and his hundred man Royal Guard all managed to escape completely unscathed, according to legend—during the battle, they'd formed an impenetrable square of swords and shields after the main formation broke, and their isolated regiment was swamped with largest portion the goblin masses. Other Elven regiments found themselves in similar situations, and many of these regiments would eventually fall, surrounded by rings of dead goblins. The order of the battle after the expedition's formation broke is unknown. All that's remembered is that the regiments found themselves cut off from each other, and the onslaught only ended once there were no goblins left to charge at them.

After achieving victory, the severely weakened expedition, cut off from supply lines, limped back north to friendly wood in bitter-sweet victory. They'd buried their own dead in Harym, but neglected the piles of goblin corpses for practical reasons. Once in the lands of the friendly Wild Elves, the expedition was nursed back to health, and awaited reinforcements from Taln'e. When they arrived, the reaction was underwhelming. Most of the properly trained men had already joined the expedition when it had first set out, leaving only a few hundred in the way of reinforcements for the expedition. Draanuv was forced to take on a large number of Wild Elf levies, which represented a potential source of disunity in the expedition's ranks. The Wild Elves did not speak Standard Tairrean, instead talking in a variety of unique dialects only barely comprehensible to the High Elves. Draanuv would end up being proven wrong, though, as the Wild Elves were much more experienced in the goblins' swarm tactics than the High Elves were. Upon the second visit of the expedition to goblin lands, casualties were far less numerous, and expedition forces were better able to deal with the periodic attacks by the remains of the goblin clans. Before the war was over, half of the pre-war goblin population would be dead. Once peace was signed, with the three remaining goblin clans all coming to an agreement of evacuating the forests, all traces of goblin settlements were dismantled. In their place, Draanuv built Harym, populating the city with a mixture of settlers from Taln'e and some Wild Elves who chose to live a city life. The latter were much less common, though; most Wild Elves who were interested in relocating to a city after the Rasalka moved to Enedum, a sister-city to Harym built specifically to house Wood Elves. Over time, both Harym and Enedum would develop the same pluralistic nature that Taln'e had, with the three main varieties of Elves in Taln'e intermixing enough and assimilating into High Elf culture enough so as to make them virtually indistinguishable. Once power in the Tairrean forests was completely consolidated, Draanuv chose to build a great city to commemorate his victory. The city was named 'Aluar', in honour of the tribe on who's lands it was to stand. The Aluar were one of the first Wild Elf calsn that submitted to Tairre'Tal, well before the Battle of the Daennir. Since the tribe's lands were coastal, the city became the only port in all Tairre'Tal. Aluar houses a large population made up mostly of cosmopolitan Elves, who see fit to the Tairrean navy.

Talathya, the northern tundra, was the next realm of Tairre'Tal to be annexed. Unlike the others, it was not taken by conquest. Two hundred years after the annexation of the forests, the three cities constructed in the conquered lands were booming, but the High Elves of Taln'e were populating too rapidly to maintain the city's high standard of living. Draanuv made contact with the Eldar Council, the democratic rulers of the city of Nortessa. The city was sizeable, but had only a small population made up of a thin majority of Eldar and a significant standard Elven minority. Draanuv sought to annex Nortessa and its surrounding lands into Tairre'Tal, and offered the Eldar Council positions as regional governors of the territory after its incorporation. The Eldar Council initially refused Draanuv's written requests, and so the King was forced to make an official visit to plead his case. The Royal Guard and Court Archmages travelled with King Draanuv through the Tairrean forests and north, into the tundra, towards Nortessa. Once they neared the city, the royal caravan was beset upon by a lone individual, old and dressed very simply. The figure shouted warnings to the royal caravan, telling them to turn back and not to visit the city, but before he could reach the perimeter of the Royal Guard he was killed on spot by three figures following close behind him on horseback. The men on horseback were members of Nortessa's Guard, under the employ of the Eldar Council. They informed Draanuv that the figure was an Archmage, a firebrand in Nortessa that strongly opposed Taln'e holding dominion of the city. Draanuv was unhappy with the man having been killed, but decided to press onward to Nortessa, eager to expand the Tairrean northern frontier and perhaps discover the identity of the would-be attacker. When Draanuv arrived in Nortessa, he fell victim to what would become known as the Northern Plot.

The Eldar Council Chambers were north of the city of Nortessa itself, and Draanuv was permitted to bring along only only two Archmages and seven of his Royal Guard for the last neck of the journey. The travel to the Council Chambers went without a hitch, but once he entered them, Draanuv found that he had walked into a trap. The doors of the Chambers closed by themselves behind him, then disappeared, where once there had been a door becoming only another section of wall. The Chamber consist of two stories, with nine seats on the second floor and ten on the ground floor. The ten seats on the ground floor were empty, and the nine on the second floor were bathed in unnatural darkness, the space around them illuminated, but the chairs and their inhabitants hidden by shadow. The Council members sitting in the upper story beckoned Draanuv and his men to take their seats on the lower floor, all of them speaking in unison, and all with a determinedly sinister tone. The King refused, and ordered the Council to cease their intrigues and take to their seats for discussion. The Chief Councillor smiled, illuminated his seat on the second floor directly opposite Draanuv, and ordered his compatriots to do the same. The King was alarmed by what he saw—each of the Councillors was dressed exactly like the man who had assailed his caravan upon entering Nortessa. Draanuv quickly deduced that the assailant had been a member of the Eldar Council who had tried to warn him of what his brothers had planning. Before Draanuv could finish his thought, he ordered his Archmages to slaughter every last trace of the Eldar Council members. Surprised by the lack of action after his demand, he turned to them, and found that each of his Archmages and Guards in the Chamber had disappeared, the corpses of Eldar Council members replacing their spots in the Chamber. The nine corpses, plus the one from just before Nortessa, combined to account for the vacancies of the ten seats on the ground floor of the chamber. These nine men had lured Draanuv here for assassination, and killed all of their fellow council members who'd voted against the plan.

Draanuv refuses to relate the events that happened in the Chambers after he saw the corpses of the nine Eldar. It could be pieced together, though, that Arch Mage Kalina, somehow having fought out of wherever she'd been taken by the Eldar Council, had rescued Draanuv and defeated the remaining Eldar Councillors. Nonetheless, it is evident that Draanuv walked into the Council Chambers with nine men, and walked out with only one. The entirety of the Eldar Council was dead, as were all of the Guards taken into the Chambers with Draanuv, and one of his prized Archmages. Draanuv was only slightly wounded, with mostly cosmetic damage to his uniform and little in the way of enduring injuries. The King declines to comment on the details of what happened in the Council Chambers, including how Kalina had managed to sav him. To accentuate his silence, he had the Council Chambers burned down after his men took control of Nortessa, forever turning the memory of the Northern Plot into ashes. The Eldar Council was extinguished alongside their Council Chambers, and an influx of High Elves (smaller than the influxes into the three cities founded in the Tairrean forests by Draanuv) led to a permanent alteration of Nortessa's demographics. The majority of the city is now cosmopolitan Elves, with Eldar forming a large and influential minority.

With Talathya annexed, Tairre'Tal came to its current geographical borders. The kingdom has stood as such for well over a hundred years now, its frontiers firm, safe and undisturbed, and its cities constantly growing both in size and population. The peaceful nature of the largely tamed landscape has led to Elves living much longer than they usually did during the Cataclysm. Without an elderly population to die out every generation, like in human societies, a span of only a few decades can drastically increase the natural population of Tairrean cities. With most of the nation homogenized, at least culturally, and need for more settlements increasing, the Tairreans have looked increasingly to populated the vast forest under their dominion. Small towns are sprouting up rapidly outside of Harym and Enedum, populated almost wholly by cosmopolitan High Elves moving away from the more densely populated cities. This settlement of the forests, in turn, angers Wild Elves. Pressure from High Elves and Wild Elves alike is on Draanuv to expand the horizons of the kingdom to allow more land fit for settlement by High Elves to be taken under firm Tairrean control.

Draanuv, after surviving the infamous 'Northern Plot'—an assassination attempt upon his life proceeding the annexation of Talathya.

The King of Tairre'Tal. Bane of Barghest ('Bargagniir' in Tairrean) and Defender of the Forests. Draanuv is a legendary and immensely popular ruler, and directly responsible for the acquisition of the vast majority of the kingdom's current area. Draanuv belongs to the Aaytarne dynasty, which has ruled Tairre'Tal since its foundation, but has ruled longer than every other Aaytarne King combined. Previous Aaytarne Kings willingly resigned their role within the kingdom after losing the support of the people, but Draanuv has never had to, having earned himself near demi-god status in the eyes of the Tairreans.

Draanuv is tall, even for a High Elf, and has a more human-like complexion than most Elves. He has black hair, an uncommon trait in High Elves but a signifying trait of Aaytarnes, and cuts his hair short, in the fashion of a warrior. He's decidedly stoic, being described as 'passionate but emotionless' by his subjects for his lack of emotional expression. A warrior-king, Draanuv is more of a fighter than an administrator, assigning much of his duties as King to administrators according to merit. The King still holds absolute authority over those roles that he delegates, though, being able to overturn any decision made for any reason he deems fit. Draanuv is a fair ruler, but very stern, unlikely to tolerate disloyalty or disrespect to him or his kingdom.

Foremost commander of the Tairrean military, second only to Draanuv himself. Piline hails from the noble families of Taln'e, and is married to one of Draanuv's cousins. His family has always been one of warriors, going back to the days of the Cataclysm—this served to spur Piline into following his family's footsteps and choosing a military career. Piline has the honour of holding the highest military status that any of his family members, past or present, have ever received. He's a competent commander, but a better diplomat, and was assigned his role to serve mainly as an administrator of war rather than an actual warrior. He's slightly less apprehensive than Draanuv, and a bit more prone to frustration and anger. Piline wears elegantly crafted ceremonial 'armour', made partially out of glass and gemstones, but mostly from various expensive fabrics. He wears his hair long, swept back, in traditional High Elf fashion.

Piline was born early enough to see two Kings before Draanuv, and was assigned his role as Grand General by the second of those. Piline has a paternalistic attitude toward the uncivilized races—he sees conquest of the inferior as ultimately being for the mutual good of both Tairre'Tal and the uncivilized child race. Piline is responsible for a recent increased military presence in the the Tairrean woods, to pre-emptively avoid Wild Elf reprisal against High Elf settlements popping up in the forests. As Grand General, he tries his best to impose High Elven culture over all denizens of Tairre'Tal, making him unpopular among traditionalist Eldar and Wild Elves, as well as less traditionalist High Elves.

The highest ranked Wild Elf in the Tairrean military structure. Sinaur was born in a Wild Elf village in the central Tairrean forests, but spent most of his early life in Enedum. Sinaur is loyal to Draanuv, but highly critical of Grand General Piline, his immediate superior. Sinaur's Wild Elf heritage led him to becoming an expert in Nature, Earth and Force magic.

A High Elf, and expert in the Holy, Light and Fire schools of magic. Niiror is the twin brother of Quainn, and both descend from the nobles of Taln'e. Niiror has black hair, a small frame and large, piercing eyes. He's indistinguishable in appearance from his brother.

A High Elf, and expert in the Holy, Light and Fire schools of magic. Quainn is the twin brother of Niiror, and both descend from the nobles of Taln'e. Quainn has black hair, a small frame and large, piercing eyes. He's indistinguishable in appearance from his brother.

The youngest mage in Taiire'Tal's ranks, and the second of mixed ancestry. Ilyaa was born of an Eldar mother and an Elven father from Enedum. She was raised in Nortessa, in her mother's homeland, and spent her early years exploring the tundra of Talathya. She has long, flowing white hair and pale skin, matched by striking blue eyes. She's a petite Elf, standing at a height well below the average for an Elvish woman. Illyaa specializes in Nature, Water and Air magic.

The leader of Taiire'Tal's navy. Erschwine is a High Elf, hailing from Aluar. He's a capable personal captain, but is less remarkable at managing logistics, and leaves many of his duties as Admiral delegated to his inferiors. Erschwine is Captain of the Altarya, one of two Galleons operating in the Taiirean navy.

The most powerful mage in Taiire'Tal, Kalina has all of the arrogance typical of a High Elf and then some. She sees herself as completely without parallel, and has a certain amount of contempt for Grand General Piline because of this. Nonetheless, she still manages to remain loyal to Draanuv, but only for his accomplishments and utility to the nation, rather than merely because he wears a crown. Kalina is responsible for saving Draanuv from the Northern Plot, and has served as Taiire'Tal's sole Arch Mage ever since. She hails from Taln'e, and resides in Sereenost alongside Draanuv and Piline.

Nation Name: Arturia

Races of the Nation:
Minotaurs (5)
Men (3)
Cyclops (4)
Draconian (3)
Dwarves (3)

King Eyrar the Restless

Eyrar is a relatively young king at only 25, yet he has ruled the land for 5 years in which he has let enough blood for even King Erasmus to be worried about his record. Any enemy great or small has been taken on and crushed under the thunderous hooves of his medieval war machine. However with all the nearby enemies having been vanquished with none of them proving much resistance, King Eyrar looks abroad; his strategic gaze settling upon the rumored origins of the tall tales about the kingdoms of afar.
Ironfist:

The Chieftan of the Minotaur Tribes, he won his position by virtue of his combat prowess and it is because of this that he holds this position. Whilst he is rather lacking in intelligence and strategic skills he is an awe inspiring sight on the battlefield; the sight of an armoured Minotaur mowing down hordes of enemies never fails to lift morale. Despite all his combat prowess is he surprisingly loyal to King Eyrar, a man who lacks a lot of physical prowess but due to a seemingly endless supply of enemies for his blade Ironfist is more than content with the current situation.
Turok the Clearsighted

The leader of the Cyclops of Arturia, it's quite a mystery how someone as peaceful as Turok was raised to be their king; after all for a tribe of famed soldiers and brutes how is their elected leader is more scholar than soldier? Despite this rather large contradiction, Turok has done much for the Cyclops race in his time; raising them from brutishness and turning them into somewhat of a civilised people although they still have a long way to go before reaching their Men or Draconian counterparts. He serves as an advisor and steward to the king.
Duke Signius

Leader of the Draconian people and the only possible challenger to the rule of Eyrar, Signius has a few centuries of life into him which he feels gives him a level of wisdom beyond any of his counterparts. He however lacks the backing of any of the other races in the land; every other ruler seems content with the leadership of Eyrar and Arturia is not a land very forgiving of revolts against the king.
Duke Rotar of Refuge Rock

The Master Smith of the Dwarven people, he serves as Lord of Refuge Rock and the leader of the Dwarven people in the kingdom of Arturia. His people are quite notably rather peaceful; preferring the fire of the forge over the fire of battle and cotnent themselves with being the masters of industry. He is a smith of legendary skill who's creations command an enormous sum on any market.
Knight-Marshal Cerannius

A man of unrivalled strategic ability and commander of the Arturian forces, he is known for holding the only non-aristocratic position in the kingdom and rather notably having risen from nothing more than a farm boy to claim that honour. He holds this position until his death and is known for being unswervingly loyal to King Eyrar and his cause.

Traits:

National Traits: 4=(Points Spent)
Size Matters
Vengeful
Masters of Horror
Watch towers

Population Traits: 9=(Points Spent)
Loyal
Brave
Brutal
Clean Streets
Executions
March To War
Aqueducts
Live off the Lands
Unquestionable Violence

Academic Traits: 5=(Points Spent)
University of War
Mine Map
Tradesmen Academy
Natural Cultivation
Schools

Military Basic Traits: 5=(Points Spent)
Fearless
Heavy Armour
Superior Training
Right of Conquest
Strategists

Archery Traits: =0(Points Spent)

Infantry Traits: 6=(Points Spent)
Legion
Weapon's Academy
Hold the Line
Witch-Hunters
Monster-Hunters
Testudo

Cavalry Traits: 7=(Points Spent)
Thunder of Hooves
Masterful Cavalry
Monster Cavalry
Cavalry Concourse
Lords of the Joust
Self-sufficient
Cantabrian Circle

Navy Traits: 1=(Points Spent)
Kraken

Airborne Traits: 3=(Points Spent)
Gryphon
Control The Skies
Chimera

Tradesman Traits: 7=(Points Spent)
Master Smiths
Master Stonemasons
Ranchers
Strong Stone Foundations
Buy Only the Best
Generational Horse Breeding
Smiths Beyond Equal

Merchant Traits: 1=(Points Spent)
Super Caravans

Magecraft Traits: 0=(Points Spent)

Monster Traits: 8=(Points Spent)
Beast Catchers (2)
Beast Armour
Chariots & Saddles
Breed them for Strength
Great Wyrm
Hydra
Barghest

Mechanist Traits: 4=(Points Spent)
Steam Engines
Locomotive
Pneumatic Systems
Factories

Flaws:
Cult of Malik
Holy Wars

Custom Traits
4 Hoof Drive (thanks to Elendra for the trait and Asuras for the name)
Your horses are so well bred and trained; their riders so skilled that only the harshest and roughest terrain will slow them down. This includes most obstacles placed by your enemies in order to deter your charge.

Horses Took a Level in Badass (with thanks to Jorick for the name)
Your mounts are almost fearless; monsters and magic hold no sway over them, meaning your men will not lose control of their horses when charging with your beats and it matters little what the enemy may throw at you. Except maybe dragons. Fuck riding at a dragon.

Custom Flaw:
Hokey spells and ancient staffs are no match for a good sword
Your people are so disinterested in magic and the arcane arts that your nation is no longer capable of producing mages from within your gene pool. The only way your ever going to get a mage is by hiring one and they certainly don’t come cheap.

Capital City, Forest = 2,30RP
Citadel, Subterranean = 16, 40 RP
2x Medium City, Plains = 12, 40 RP
2x Fortress, Plains = 12 , 60 RP
4x Forest = 8, 16RP
14x Plains = 28, 80 RP
1x Coastal = 4, 6 RP
4x River= 8, 24 RP
2x Mountain= 10, 8RP

100, 308RP

4x Royal Guard Draconian Monster Cavalry, 400 strong (48)
6x Royal Guard Men Heavy Cavalry, 600 strong (64)
10x Elite Men Heavy Cavalry, 1000 strong (60)
1x Elite Draconian Monster Slayer Infantry, 100 strong (6)
1x Elite Draconian Witch Slayer Infantry, 100 strong (6)
7x Experienced Cyclops Legionnaires, 700 Strong (42)
10x Experienced Men Light Cavalry, 1000 strong (40)
6x Experienced Minotaur Legionnaires, 300 strong (42)

Standing Army: 4400 Men, 308/308 RP
400 Monster Cavalry
1600 Heavy Cavalry (600 RG, 1000 Elite)
1200 Light Cavalry
1000 Legionnaires
100 Witch Slayers
100 Monster Slayers

Points = (0.25*282=72.5= 72)
Minotaur Great General: 7 Points
Cyclops Great General: 6 Points
Draconian Great Noble: 5 Points
1x Men Great Noble: 5 Points
1x Dwarven Great Noble: 5 Points
Men Hero of the Realm: 6 Points
3x Draconian Generals: 12 points
3x Men High Lords: 12 Points
3x Men Lords: 6 points
2x Draconian Lords: 4 points
1x Human Lord: 2 points
Total: 70 points

72 Points:
4x Great Wyrms, 30 Points.
4x Hydra, 20 Points
600x Barghests, 20 Points (Beast Cavalry Mounts)

72 Points:
80x Gryphon Cavalry, 30 Points
20x Chimera. 40 Points

11x Kraken, 3850 Gold

Locomotive: (note: a very downscaled version)

Legion:

Nation History: Before Lothmor became a nation, it was simply a forest called home by a variety of races that were more prone to interacting by raiding than by trading. Things changed many generations ago (422 years ago, according to those who were alive to see it happen) when an ambitious Skaven mage by the name of Tek Foulclaw came into power over the Skaven tribes. He solidified his rule by ruthlessly slaughtering any who might oppose him from his own race, then turned outward to conquer the others of the land. The Murioanthropes were absorbed willingly enough, for their numbers had long been decimated by battles past. The Night Goblins of the deep forests, with their terrifying Giant Spiders, put up a fight but were ultimately defeated and absorbed into the growing unification efforts of Emperor Foulclaw, as he styled himself thereafter. The Draconians who had settled in the mountainous region were under threat of extinction by angered Forest Giants; fighting off the giants at the cost of many men earned both their respect and eventual allegiance, and the gratitude and allegiance of the Draconians. The Wild Elves and Forest Dwarves who had settled on the coast and in the nearby forests were the last to fall, and they made a proper war of it that lasted nearly a decade. Emperor Tek Foulclaw died of old age a few years later, in the recently founded capital city he had named Tekis after himself, and his successors were left the task of keeping a very disparate nation together as a unified whole.

Years passed and their efforts to integrate the various groups into a shared culture largely succeeded. Ruthless executions dealt with criminals and revolutionaries, public baths and the passing of generations in close proximity lessened racial tensions, and if all else failed the Skaven mages were more than willing to put down troublemakers with great prejudice. The combination of knowledge from these races coming together led to a growth in skill amongst mages, fighters, and craftsmen alike. Lothmor, the name that finally stuck for the fledgling nation, was in a prime location for trade, or more accurately for trade passing through: the river passing through their territory was the quickest and safest route from the seas to wealthier nations farther inland, and so the people of Lothmor (particularly those in the coastal city of Visiloth that acted a trade port and rest stop for those intending to take their trade down the river) experienced something of a second-hand economic growth; the Lothmori merchants came into their own soon enough by being unscrupulous enough to sell anything other than other sentient beings, which made Visiloth much loved by sailors. With the quick worldly growth of the nation, and the apparent lack of other nations being interested in their territory, the Lothmor military forces transitioned into becoming more of a mercenary company than an army. Their skilled archers and cavalry (initially made up solely of Night Goblins and Skaven riding Giant Spiders) soon became a rather highly regarded force on the battlefields of other nations, for their skill and training tended to make up for the small size of the races that made up the bulk of the army.

The passage of years saw many additions to the military might of Lothmor, including the creation of a respectable navy (including numerous Dragon Turtles), the advent of horse archers courtesy of the Wild Elves, a few Forest Giants wielding massive battleaxes and joining the ranks, Wyverns bred by the Draconians being implemented for battle, and the introduction of Hyrdas (with archer platforms manned with skilled Skaven bowmen) into the forces of Lothmor. The current leader of the mercenary military is a Draconian named Orix, known as The Cleaver for his skill with a battleaxe, earned his position through blood and sweat, nominated a decade ago by the acclimation of his fellow generals when his predecessor died in battle. Tekis, the capital city, now boasts three institutes of education (one for agriculture, a tradesmen academy predominately focused on woodworking, and a center for magical learning). Magic grew from a rare talent to the point that modern Skaven leaders are those most skilled with magic, with Arch-mage Skarx Foulclaw (an indirect descendant of Tek) sitting as the current uncontested ruler of Lothmor. These growing magical talents were used in ingenious ways with the crafting skills of woodworkers to create functional wooden armor and weaponry that became the hallmark of the military: rather than being clunky and unwieldy pieces of nearly useless garbage, the armor is just as pliable and protective as leather armor and the weapons (almost exclusively axes) as strong and sharp as low-grade steel; armor given the attention of an Arch-mage's power come out as light and pliable as leather armor but with the protective qualities of steel plate, and the weapons come out equal to high quality steel, but these are rather rare as Arch-mages tend to have better things to do than spend a whole day working their magic on equipment for soldiers.

In the sociopolitical realm of Lothmor's recent history, the Wild Elves and Forest Dwarves have set aside their inherent racial differences such that the dwarves are now accepted as equals by the elves and follow the leadership of Anca Cillois, a Wild Elf who has been alive since before the founding of the nation and is second in political power only to Arch-mage Skarx Foulclaw. The Forest Giants look to one of their own for leadership: Oaksmasher, a giant who many years ago helped to fight off Hydras that were encroaching on Lothmor land (and for this became known as a hero of the realm), then later aided the brilliant minds of the little races of the nation who thought to tame some (as much as a Hydra can be tamed, at least) and use them for battle. The various leaders of the races of Lothmor have inspired the loyalty of their people, and civil unrest is rather low... aside from the Cult of Light that has sprung up in recent decades, claiming the Skaven, Murioanthropes, and Night Goblins are inherently evil creatures that must be eradicated, and that their mages using shadow magic is proof of that. This minor detail aside, things have been rather good for Lothmor lately: no serious monster or beast problems, no plague, no natural disasters, and no wars (at least none where Lothmor is anything more than a mercenary presence). The general hope among the populace is that this good luck will continue, but of course everything could change in a heartbeat.

Important Characters:
Arch-mage Skarx Foulclaw - Though he goes by the title of Arch-mage rather than King, Skarx Foulclaw is the uncontested ruler of Lothmor. He is a hairless Skaven (a rare deformity that is pitied but not truly harmful in any way) that claims lineage to the founder of the nation, though it is his magical prowess rather than his bloodline that earned him his position. Skarx is dearly loved by the Skaven, Murioanthropes, and Night Goblins of his realm, and the people of the other races range from feeling the same to at the very least respecting him and fearing his power. Part of this mix of emotions toward the leader of Lothmor comes from the fact that, while he is their king in all but name, he is also an active member of the country's sellsword military, standing as equal in rank to the Lord General but deferring the actual military leadership duties to him most of the time. Skarx is often accompanied both on and off the battlefield by his fellow mages who are an assortment of companions and advisors: the Skaven Moz Earthwhisker and the Murioanthrope Skinripple who are both skilled in water, earth and nature magic, and the Night Goblin Draz Darkrant and the Skaven known as Dreadfang the Shadowbinder who both practice the magics of water, earth, and shadow.

Lord General Orix the Cleaver - Orix was given the name 'Cleaver' for his bloody work with a battleaxe; he was made the Lord General for that plus his military acumen. He is one of the select few to wear wooden armor and wield a wooden battleaxe worked upon by an Arch-mage, these two done by Skarx Foulclaw himself, and he uses them to grand effect on the battlefield. The forces of the Lothmor sellsword army follow him mainly out of respect and loyalty, for he is a hard and humorless warrior that does not inspire the love of the masses, though few of them are foolish enough to lack fear of his abilities.

General Hirol Elfheart - General Hirol Elfheart (a highly honorable Forest Dwarf surname that would be used as an insult among other dwarven cultures) is the second in command of the Lothmori military. He hews closer to traditional dwarven behaviors than most of his kind, who tend to emulate elves and even shave their beards, but the same can be said of most dwarves who have joined Lothmor's sellsword army. Hirol is a skilled warrior and lacks the level of tactical and strategic skill one would expect of a general, but he's charismatic and friendly enough that even if his orders were blatantly suicidally stupid he could probably convince most of his soldiers to follow them anyway. If the soldiers at large make up the body of the army, and Orix the Cleaver is the mind of it, then Hirol Elfheart is the heart.

General Zarex Giantbiter - Every army needs a little bit of insanity, and this role is fulfilled by the devious Night Goblin named Zarex Giantbiter; most surnames of the smaller races of Lothmor are handed down from generations past, but Zarex earned his by actually attacking a Forest Giant with nothing but his hands and teeth and he managed not only to wound (well, scratch) the giant, he also lived to tell the tale.. and repeat it a couple years later, the crazy little bastard. Zarex is the mind behind the more daring tactics of the Lothmori mercenary military (he was the mind behind mounting archers on the backs of the Hydras, for instance), the risky and desperate moves that Lord General Orix's sound strategic mind would never normally conceive of. Nobody is ever really comfortable with the unhinged little goblin roaming about, but they figure better to have him on their side than working against them, so they tolerate his eccentricities.

Captain Gex the Audacious - Zarex Giantbiter was the one to conceive of putting men (well, Skaven) on the backs of the military's Hydras, but it never would have truly happened without a truly brave (and perhaps slightly insane) soldier to step forward and volunteer for the possibly fatal task. Gex was the first Skaven to do so, a highly skilled archer who rose through the ranks rather quickly. His daring choice to test out the Giantbiter's mad plans eventually earned him the rank of Captain, specifically the Hydra Rider Captain, in charge of both the Hydra jockeys and archers in the howdahs mounted on the backs of the Hydras.

Oaksmasher, Hero of the Realm - Oaksmasher was yet another integral part of the creation of the Hydra Riders, though his contribution came much earlier in the process. Decades ago he led the fight against Hydras that were migrating into Lothmor and tearing the place up, as Hydras are known to do with pretty much everywhere they go. His fighting prowess grew and he became known as a great hero of Lothmor, celebrated by all peoples of the nation. Later on, devious little Skaven, Night Goblins, and Murioanthropes who conceived of harnessing the powers of the Hydras for military use; they came to Oaksmasher to ask for the help of him and his people to capture and train the beasts, and the idea amused him enough that he decided to give them the requested aid. Since then, he has simply been a terror on the battlefield, leading his few fellows of military inclinations on a path of unholy slaughter through the armies of nations who were foolish enough to let their enemies buy the Lothmori military's contract. Oaksmasher is the proud wielder of the only giant-sized Arch-mage worked wooden weapon, the creation of which was so horridly exhausting for the previous Arch-mage leader of the Lothmor that he ended up dying from a common illness a week later, thus elevating Skarx Foulclaw to the position.

Anca Cillois - Anca Cillois is a Wild Elf who has long been the leader of the her race in Lothmor, and more recently became the accepted leader of the Forest Dwarves as well. Her claim to rule (as informal as that rule is) stems from the fact that she lived through the unification of Lothmor, through the decade long war that saw the Elves and Dwarves kneeling before the Skaven and their allies; Anca was in fact one of the main proponents for surrender rather than fighting to the last man. She is very pragmatic and nearly a pacifist, a kind-hearted woman who had a heavy hand in helping Lothmor remain a unified nation after Emperor Tek Foulclaw's death. Her own people adore her, the Forest Dwarves treat her as a queen, the Skaven view her almost as a goddess for the simple fact that she spoke to the great Tek who forged Lothmor through power and force of will, and the others races tend to view her very positively as well. If not for the fact that she greatly dislikes the idea of fighting and has no interest in becoming the ruler of the nation, Anca Cillois could very easily rally the people to overthrow Skarx Foulclaw. Despite her lack of interest in leadership, she has been pressed into becoming the mayor of sorts (which she tries her best yet fails to turn into a purely figurehead position, due to her people demanding that she truly lead them in some fashion) for the city of Visiloth, the coastal trade port that was long ago a tiny city that only the Wild Elves and Forest Dwarves called home, and so she holds great political sway in the nation against her wishes.

Traits:
National Traits: (3)
Nature's Ally
Natural Architecture
Sellswords

Population Traits: (6)
Loyal
Brave
Foresting Instincts
Game Trails
Public Baths
Live off of the Lands

Academic Traits: (6)
Medicine
Academy of Power
Agricultural Institute
Tradesmen Academy
Super Herbalists
Natural Cultivation

Military Basic Traits: (2)
Ambush Predators
Nightmares in the Trees

Archery Traits: (7)
Block out the Sun
Monster-Hunters
Witch-Hunters
Apple Shots
Archery Range
Perfect Fletching
Composite Bows

Infantry Traits: (1)
Lords of the Axe

Cavalry Traits: (6)
Self-Sufficient
Cantabrian Circle
Masterful Cavalry
Monster Cavalry
Cavalry Concourse
Beast Cavalry

Navy Traits: (4)
By the winds
Windriders
Dragon Turtle

Airborne Traits: (3)
Control the Skies
Wyvern
Mageflight

Tradesman Traits: (5)
Farmhands
Master Carpenters
Trackers
Industrious
Bang for your Buck

Merchant Traits: (6)
Silk Roads
Exotic Trade Goods
Underground Markets
The Black Market
Trade Tongues
We got what you need!

Magecraft Traits: (5)
Elemental Waters
Elemental Earths
Element of Shadow
Nature Magic
Arch-Spellcaster

Monster Traits: (6)
Hydra
Monsterium
Beast Armour
Chariot & Saddles
Breed them for Strength

Mechanist Traits: (0)

Flaws:
Cult of Light
Sellswords

Custom Traits
Woodsmithing - Woodworkers in Lothmor are among the most skilled in the world, and what truly sets them apart from the rest is their unorthodox crafts. Through minor uses of earth, water, and nature magics, Lothmori woodworkers have discovered a way to make armor and weaponry out of wood that are not simply hunks of wood carved into the desired shape. The majority of these creations are equivalent to simple leather armor and unimpressive grades of steel, equal in all facets of weight, flexibility, and strength to those standard materials. A very limited selection (limited due to the necessity of an arch-mage being there to work the magic for the crafting) of higher quality wooden armor exists that retains the lightness and flexibility of light leather armor but grants similar protection as heavy steel; weapons of this same caliber exist that are equal to the finest grades of steel. These rare pieces of equipment are held exclusively by commanders of the Lothmori army and leaders of the various races of the land.

Beasts of the Forest - The horses, Giant Spiders, and Hydras of the Lothmori military forces were bred and trained in the forests of the nation. As such, they have greatly increased maneuverability over creatures trained in the open spaces that make up traditional battlefields. For Lothmori cavalry units, fighting in forests is not a hindrance (aside from the inability to give a proper charge), other rough terrain types are only minor annoyances, and they are capable of re-forming broken formations very quickly. The Hydras used by the Lothmori forces are similarly unhindered in forests and barely bothered by other rough terrain types.

Territory:
Forest Capital City - Tekis
Forest Medium City - Korvan
Forest Small City - Kungaz
Coastal Small City - Visiloth
Forest Fortress - Giantclaw Fortress
2 Forest Castles - Castle Shadefang and Castle Whiskermist
14 Forest
1 Mountain
7 River
2 Coastal

254 Regiment Points
63 specialty points

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Army:
1 Regiment Royal Guard Skaven Hydra Riders (12 Hydras total, 1 Skaven at the reins and 6 archers in a howdah for each Hydra)
2 Regiments Royal Guard Skaven Spider Cavalry
1 Regiment Royal Guard Wild Elf Horse Archer
2 Regiments Royal Guard Skaven Composite Bowmen
2 Regiments Royal Guard Night Goblin Composite Bowmen

2 Regiments Elite Skaven Giant Spider Cavalry
2 Regiments Elite Night Goblin Giant Spider Cavalry
2 Regiments Elite Wild Elf Horse Archers
2 Regiments Elite Skaven Witch Rangers
2 Regiments Elite Skaven Monster Rangers
2 Regiments Elite Skaven Composite Bowmen
2 Regiments Elite Night Goblin Composite Bowmen
2 Regiments Elite Wild Elf Composite Bowmen
1 Regiment Elite Draconian Battleaxe Infantry
1 Regiment Elite Forest Dwarf Axe and Shield Infantry

3 Regiments Experienced Night Goblin Giant Spider Cavalry
3 Regiments Experienced Skaven Giant Spider Cavalry
3 Regiments Experienced Wild Elf Light Horse Archers
7 Regiments Experienced Skaven Composite Bowmen
5 Regiments Experienced Night Goblin Composite Bowmen
3 Regiments Experienced Wild Elf Composite Bowmen
4 Regiments Experienced Forest Giant Battleaxe Infantry
2 Regiments Experienced Draconian Battleaxe Infantry
3 Regiments Experienced Forest Dwarf Axe and Shield Infantry

Command:
Skaven Arch-mage - Skarx Foulclaw
Murioanthrope Mage - Skinripple (knows earth, water, and nature magic)
2 Skaven Mages - Moz Earthwhisker (earth, water, nature) and Dreadfang the Shadowbinder (earth, water, shadow)
Night Goblin Mage - Draz Darkrant (earth, water, shadow)
Draconian Great General - Orix the Cleaver
Night Goblin General - Zarex Giantbiter
Forest Dwarf General - General Hirol Elfheart
Murioanthrope Commander - Scrabbleclaw
Forest Giant Hero of the Realm - Oaksmasher

Monsters:
6 Units of Hydras (12 total)

Air Force:
3 Units of Wyverns (120 total)

Navy:
10 Schooners
5 Caravels
5 Windjammers
2 Galleons
10 Dragon Turtles

Men: The normal crop of humanity, they are without exception an average species as a whole and are mostly used by educated men as a baseline by which other humanoid races are measured.
Gnomes: Gnomes are extremely short humanoids with a strong affinity for tinkering and light smith-work. Hardworking, industrious masters of the moustache the Gnomes are often disliked and ridiculed by taller races even going so far as to create porcelain or clay copies in silly poses which they put out in their gardens.
Halflings: Halflings are a somewhat taller than Gnomes, but shorter than dwarves (if comparably round) they have an extreme affinity for gardening, farming and cooking. A generally kind and generous species, with far more hair on their feet than could possibly healthy for a humanoid, they have something of a reputation as sneak-thieves.
Anoredhel: The Anoredhel are two types of elven race generally. The first are elves raised under human rule, forgetting most of their culture, language and inherent talents. Long-lived, often beautiful, they possess a few of their species more innate talents, but as a whole are, mentally, more human than elven. As such however comes the second ‘type’, half-elves born of humans. Accepted without issue in Anoredhel communities they are often scorned by less accepting elf races.
Elves: The elves are one of the long-lived species. Tall and with a talent for magic somewhat increased over humans in general. They tend to be healthy as a rule almost never will one encounter an overweight member of the species.
Surface Dwarves: The Surface dwarves fill a balance between all the others, but at the same time lose a little of their cultural identity. Like the Anoredhel the Surface Dwarves were mostly raised around humans and human mannerisms and behaviour. So while they still have their racial proclivities for certain careers, their potential at those careers is lower, and the rest of their industries are closer to average.
Dwarves: The dwarf-kind is the second of the main long-lived species. Short, stout, strong and with great skill at smithing and mechanics, most average dwarves prefer to live in partly subterranean halls close to the surface. They also tend to admire their beards and alcohol more than is healthy for a human. And don’t tell short jokes around them. Your groin is about axe swing height...

Namare started out small, extremely small even. A huddle of farmsteads and huts grew into a village, which in time transformed into a town. Said town, Caermelor, came to dominate the surrounding countryside until conquest and growth had turned it into a bona fide city with a strong army and sense of organisation. It was in these early stages that the Kings of Caermelor drew an increasing amount of power to them, bridling the influence of the elder council. Namarese kingship was based around the personality of the monarch, which dictated further conquests in order to appease the nobility and general populace. Even in the early years of its existence, triumphal arcs and victory parades command pride of place in Namarese society.

Of course, the founding history has been embellished in order to lend legitimacy to the ruling dynasty. As Namare grew more powerful, so too did the titles of the monarchs. Kings became High-Kings who in turn became King-Emperors.

Inevitably, as Caermelor and Namare expanded, they encountered non-humans. The halflings and gnomes were quickly brought into the fold for they were simple farmers, artisans and craftsmen. The elves and dwarves living under Namarese rule had to be persuaded, both having been enemies in wars prior to the signing of concordats and treaties which extended to them privileges almost identical to Namarese citizens. Over the years the stigmata these races initially suffered disappeared.

Namarese tradition and belief is based on a founding legend of a band of brave heroes, led by the ancestors of the imperial dynasty. These ancestors in turn were descendent of Solarion, God of the Sun.

Though possessed of a clear sense of superiority, the Namarese consider non-humans valuable assets to the greater good. They are all subjects of the divine dynasty and strive for the advancement of the nation and its people. However, that is not to say any race is considered thus. Namarese acceptance and clemency usually simply extends to the traditional races of humanoids: elves, dwarves, halflings and gnomes. The more savage non-human races are condemned and considered to be little more than upstart barbarians, vermin and overt threats to the order.

Cahir ap Valerian (ap Dunaver) var Finvarna Solarid, the White Flame, Son of the Divine, King-Emperor of Namare, King Radiant, Shield of Caermelor, Sovereign of Silvernesse, Lord Protector of Einarheim.

Born as the grandson of the previous King-Emperor of Namare, it has been a strange turn of events that have put Cahir on the throne.

The late emperor Dunaver sired a bastard son with an Anordhel servant maid. The boy grew up on the Palace Grounds and was, when he had come of age, legitimised by his father. However, he was not eligible to inherit the throne. As such, Valerian ap Dunaver was no threat to the other heirs and power-mongers of the Solarid court. This also led to him enjoying a more frivolous education and life, making him popular among the people and sons of lower nobility. Nonetheless he married a distant cousin for political reasons that Dunaver dictated.

However, due to deaths in the royal family because of internal strife, assassinations and natural causes Valerian slowly but surely approached the direct line of inheritance. Of Dunaver’s six trueborn sons only two reached adulthood, the eldest falling in battle against beastmen invaders. A conflict erupted between Valerian and his last surviving half-brother Marwedon. In spite of assuring Marwedon that Valerian did not seek the throne, the latter was branded an enemy of the state with the consent of Dunaver’s Privy Council. Emperor Dunaver had grown old and senile, incapable of interfering in this kin-strife about to consume the Solarid dynasty.

Valerian fled to Silvernesse, seeking refuge with the elves, keen to ingratiate themselves with the possible future King-Emperor. Alas, Valerian was not a particularly gifted individual, nor sufficiently ambitious. Dunaver died, and a truce was called by Marwedon as to allow all to mourn the loss of their monarch. Valerian travelled back to the capital to attend to his father’s funeral; instead he walked into his own.

With Valerian dead, Marwedon crowned himself King-Emperor of Namare within a week, thereby disregarding the traditional mourning period. His overt disrespect of the customs and laws of Namare and Caermelor coupled with the treacherous murder of one of the realms most popular personas, facilitated Valerian’s son cause. It was not difficult to start a resistance movement against King-Emperor Marwedon, which soon grew into a full-blown war. Cahir proved to possess a ruthless intelligence and strategic mind. He defeated his uncle in the field on two occasions, leading to mass desertions among Marwedon’s ranks. The King-Emperor retreated into Caermelor proper, hoping to endure the siege.

However, by that time he and his rule had become so unpopular, that a riot started in the streets. The people overcame the garrison and opened the massive gates to the approaching Cahir. History ran its course and Marwedon was removed from the Radiant Throne. The new King-Emperor surprised both friend and foe, seemingly becoming one of the most brilliant rulers of Caermelor.

Cahir’s retribution was swift and pitiless, moving towards his goals with determination. The treachery and injustice his family suffered, steeled his resolve. He picked his officials and dignitaries with care and purged out the untrustworthy, crushing all plots against him in his early years.

Erathain Swiftstring is the commander of the elven commandos. Skilled with bow and short blades, he has spent several lifetimes mastering the art of guerrilla warfare. Cunning and ambushes are his strong suit. As a person Erathain is demanding and terse, preferring to be out and about, spending the nights under the starlit sky.

Albus Proudshaft is the chief engineer of the steam technology programme of Namare. Before being named such, Proudshaft served in the pioneering and engineering corps of the Imperial Army usually working with siege engines. He is known to have an excellent mind for mechanics, metal and contraptions but at a cost of a sensible regard of nature, which oft-times puts him at odds with the elves of the realm. As a scientist, he believes in the subjugation of nature and worldly things in order to experience growth and advancement. Finally, he is an expert runesmith and actively striving to combine runes into the steam engines.

Daifridi Thundergut speaks for the dwarven population of the Namarese Empire on the Privy Council. This dwarf is a gruff diplomat, trying to maintain the bonds with the more traditional dwarves living in the mountain holds, and those that have adapted and taken to the cities. Thundergut is someone of considerable size with a penchant of fine dining and mead consumption. However, one would be wrong to underestimate him, for Daifridi possesses a keen and witty mind and the pragmatic sense of realism one expects from his kind. Staying true to the family name, he has won a flatulence contest against his fellow dwarves. It says a lot about a dwarf and his skills serving in such a high position, in spite of having won a farting contest.

Biber Saddlewell is a political jack of all trades, being a spokesperson for the Halflings and gnome communities of Namare, as well as sitting on the council as one of the older mages of the kingdom. Saddlewell, like most halflings, enjoys the little things in life, and his modesty and dignity is famous throughout the lands. His specialty in the fields of magic are spells concerning luck and fortune, and earth magic.

Salvato Decarno is a figure of controversy, many people doubting his sanity. He is considered ancient and skilled in the more nefarious aspects of the arcane, having researched curses and hexes in order to find answers as to how to defend oneself against the black arts. Perhaps his age and this gloomy field of study have led to his peculiar behaviours and mild paranoia. His most recognisable attribute is his motley hat which has been patched up more often than anyone remembers.

National Traits: 7 = (Points Spent)
Size Matters: Your nation has a penchant for building big. Ranging from massive citadels, intimidating city walls to statues or even big ships! Everything your nation builds is impressively large when they get the chance.
Spies, Spies Everywhere: You have spies... everywhere... your people are skilled at spying, or buying information from those who have it. This can, and does, however make you unpopular at parties. And be careful listening at doors, glass shatters.
Agents Everywhere: The only way to stop a spy is to... well, have someone find him and cut his bloody head off! And the agents are damned good at it. They’ll protect your nation from most of those filthy foreigners... and cut down on the doorknocker population.
Victory Arches: Victory is not something to merely happen. No, to your people true victories are immortalised in monuments and arches commemorating the victory of your people. These monuments can keep your people from collapsing entirely into despair in the lean times. The memories of the past are strong.
For the People: All of your government’s efforts are at least superficially ‘for the people’ this ranges from your leaders handing out gold to the poor to your overlord butchering their neighbours ‘for security’.
Watch towers: No matter what your military is like it is usually best to know BEFORE the enemy is knocking on your gates so you use a system of watch towers to warn you before the enemy gets to close.
Monolithic: Your nation is a monolith. It stands astride the world like a colossus. Or at the least that is the impression it conveys to others and works to cultivate. An intimidating nation might just avoid conflicts it would rather avoid.

Population Traits: 8 = (Points Spent)
Loyal: Your people are unquestionably loyal to the death –whether it is because of love for their ruler or a deep terror that their ruler is worse than any other fate.
Brave: Your people are strong of heart and spirit and will face down monsters, odds and mages with courageous resolve.
Brutal: Your people are not naive when it comes to war. In fact they have no pretentions when it comes to war at all. This leaves them far more brutal in their wars than others.
Executions: Your nation isn’t as fair as the trait above. Instead it deals with criminals in a much more adaptive level. It simply kills all its criminals in grisly and public fashions –and through such controls crime through fear.
Know your place!: The peasantry have been living under the Order for generations and understand their position as though it where a fact of life. The peasantry are hard to incite in to rebellion and devoutly loyal to their lords.
Lament of the Dead: Your nation’s people are a people rich in culture, and the dead are often revered and this is a song of regret and vengeance. The morale all who sing such a song is nearly unbreakable and they will fight beyond the limits of exhaustion under its thrall.
Winged messengers: Through the use of birds, communication within your nation is quick and secure, though the birds do leave a bit of a mess.
Unquestionable Violence: Where others may be squeamish and hesitant about war, blood and brutality, even having the commoners who don’t want it and so on and such your nation has none of that. At the sniff of a war, the hint of a raid, the nation is behind it.

Academic Traits: 5 = (Points Spent)
Medicine: Your people are familiar with herbs and unguents and poultices, this leads to a rather skilled people when it comes to healing. Every now and again sawing a man’s leg off isn’t even the first option!
Schools: Your people value education and require the youth be trained in basic skills they will need in life. This leaves your people mostly literate.
Academy of Power: A mages school that teaches only the most elementary levels of ability to those with the talent. This also helps reduce the level of ostracising that mages receive.
University of War: This is where your officers and generals, as well as possibly admirals, go to learn the craft of war from experienced men who have survived the worse rigours of war. Most instructors are scarred from their time on the battlefield.
Tradesmen Academy: Here your people go to learn advanced building techniques from their creators, or even to develop new methods. This academy is both valued by civilian tradesmen and the siege engineers of the military.

Military Basic Traits: 7 = (Points Spent)
Fearless: Ten men standing against one Dragon with a thorn in its foot? Let’s do it. Your men have no fear. Of course this can lead to them having no life, but that’s a small price to pay for an army unlikely to run like little bitches right?
Strategists: Your Generals and Admirals are skilled planners and strategists able to predict and control the movements of the enemy to some degree with cunning strategies.
Bring down the Walls!: Your Siege Engineers are renowned for their masterful control of siege engines. (Siege Engineers and Engines are better than average.)
Heavy Armour: Your army is well armoured. In fact, almost totally armoured, despite how ridiculous codpieces look. (Cannot take with Ambush Predators)
Superior Training: You armies training is excellent and few armies could match it directly. Indeed, 300 could even hold a narrow pass against ridiculous odds.
Death before Dishonour: The honourable way is a way of strength. Cowardice isn’t tolerated in any capacity and those found to have cowardly tendencies soon find they have lost-their-head tendencies. As such your people are not going to flee a battlefield unless honour is satisfied.
Right of Conquest: To your nation the right of conquest is not just military. Indeed, part of a soldiers pay in your nation with this trait is the literal right to take any enemy they want and conquer them whether they wish it or not. For many nations the occasional rape is a tragic consequence of war. For this nation it is a right all soldiers expect.

Archery Traits: 3 = (Points Spent)
Apple Shots: Your people have a preference for skirmishers, more specifically archers. Their bowmen, while less organized that normal, are far better shots and survival men.
Bushes Are Your Friend: Your people use the terrain to their advantage –their ability to "go to ground" after a successful raid is legendary.
Crossbows: Your nation has learned how to manufacture the Crossbow, a powerful weapon, but slower to reload and fire than a bow.

Infantry Traits: 4 = (Points Spent)
Hold the Line: Your army is built on infantry. Infantry are known to hold the line at all costs and against all enemies. (Foot Infantry are better than average.)
Weapon Academy: This academy trains your men in the use of most other weapons of war, Maces, pikes, spears and so on and so forth. Thus your troops are more skilled with nonstandard weapons than normal.
Monster-Hunters: Monster Hunters are a specialist unit of troops equipped and trained specifically to hunt and slay monsters, while their talents are wasted on more common monsters they can become truly invaluable should your enemies deploy Dragons or other Legendary monsters to the field.
Witch-Hunters: Sometimes the enemy just has too many, or too powerful, damned mages. Well these men are a specialised unit whose sole purpose in life is putting magic users to the sword, torch or whatever blunt or sharp object happens to do the trick. They are well versed when it comes to mages and how to slay them.

Cavalry Traits: 5 = (Points Spent)
Thunder of Hooves: The thunder of charging cavalry is one of the most traumatic events that an infantryman, let alone archer, can experience normally. This is worse with the thundering charges of people who are one with their horses.
Self-Sufficient: A cavalryman takes care of his own horse, often better than he cares for his woman, unless he is actually a woman at which she takes care of her horse often better than she cares for her man. As such the need for farriers and other Equine specialists is next to none.
Masterful Cavalry: Your cavalry holds pride of place at the head of your army: their thunderous charge renowned world over. (Cavalry are better than average.)
Cavalry Concourse: This is where your cavalry learn to master their art. Your riders are more skilled than might otherwise be the case and more unified in their strategy and warfare.
Lords of the Joust: Your knights have practiced and drilled for many years and have turned the wild rush into a devastating military tactic. Your first charges can end most battle before they begin.

Navy Traits: 3 = (Points Spent)
Heavy Ships: Your ships are big, bigger than usual, heavy and well protected. Able to stay stable in almost any sea or ocean they also carry more heavy weapons like ballistae and catapults.
Eye of Protection: All hulls of your ships have an eye of protection, but this magical talisman is more than a superstitious protective. Indeed, it is a talisman of sorcerous power that protects the ship from attack as well as an inch of steel might.
By Neptune’s Cock!: Bad weather? What the fuck do you mean this is bad weather? The rain’s pelting down, the waves roar high as a dragon’s ass and our men are in good spirits, and I mean the drinking kind. Our sails are full and we’re making good time! This isn’t bad weather, its GREAT weather. Now stop your complaints and row!

Tradesman Traits: 5 = (Points Spent)
Farmhands: Your people produce a great deal of excess Grain, corn, or whatever other foodstuffs you think would grow in your area.
Ranchers: Your people are experts at wrangling cattle and breaking wild stallions. Their breeding-systems make their herds the best out there, no one’s horses can compare with yours.
Siege Walls: The walls are not just built to support men, but in fact expanded platforms have been built that support smaller siege engines upon the walls themselves, sometimes even with hoists to bring up ammunition from the base of the wall.
Industrious: Your workers and tradesmen work hard, long hours day in day out. In fact few can question their dedication without earning a swift punch in the face.
Master Smiths: (Requires Tradesman Academy) Your smiths are true masters of their trade and most metal products to come out of your nation are of a higher quality. Your metalwork is valued the world over, and yet your military has received the benefits of this arrangement too.

Merchant Traits: 3 = (Points Spent)
Exotic Trade Goods: Your Merchants are purveyors and traders of the rare and esoteric items of the far off lands. This lends them a little more mystique which is always helpful.
Underground Markets: These ‘black markets’ have a good supply of goods that other nations frequently consider highly illegal. This leads to thriving trade of the hard-to-get items.
Guildhouses: Your nation will set up a series of safe-houses, warehouses, and the like in other nation's cities for the express purpose of stealing things. This keeps the thieves out of your own pockets and lets them do something useful for a change.

Magecraft Traits: 8 = (Points Spent)
Elemental Fires: Your mages have access to the discipline of elemental flames. This base fire magic is a cornerstone of many offensive magics.
Elemental Waters: Your mages have access to the discipline of elemental waters. This base water magic is a cornerstone of many magics.
Elemental Earths: Your mages have access to the discipline of elemental earth. This base earth magic is a powerful defence, and combined with elemental waters is a powerful healing agent.
Elemental Air: Your mages have access to the discipline of elemental air. This base air magic is strong and used most often as a component in other elemental magics.
Rune Magic: The mages have figured out how to imbue certain symbols with power that lasts beyond the casting allowing for highly complex spell arrangements. Weapons and the like are often enchanted with rune magic.
Holy Magic: Holy Magic is typically belonging to the realm of the priesthood. Curing ailments, dismissing hexes, but it isn’t always. When angered the priests are more than capable of using it to smite the enemy, or attempt to banish the undead.
Scholars of Power: Your sorcerers, witches, mages etc all study the arcane magics, but not just magic, but other elements as well, history, science, religion. They study all sorts of things without hesitation.
Advisors of Old: Your Mages have long held position as advisors to the rulers of your nation, and held that place with pride. This gives the rulers the honour of a powerful Guardian.

Mechanist Traits: 2 = (Points Spent)
Steam Engines: (Required for ALL Mechanist Traits) You have implemented your technology in the creation of a heavy, slow, but powerful tracked vehicle that can perform a number of useful work tasks such as mining and freight hauling.
Steam Powered Siege Equipment: Your ballistae and catapults now cock themselves reducing the crew and increasing the rate of fire, the trade-off is the weight. You try lugging a hue contraption of iron bronze and filled with water around.

6 galleys and 6 galleasses, 12 vessels (1,200 gold)
Galley: The Galley is a three oar banked vessel with eight ballista on each side of the vessel facing the port and starboard respectively; it also has eight Catapults, two fore, two aft, two starboard, two port.

Galleass: This is effectively a three-masted Galley, able to match all but the Windjammer for speed it is the hunting dog of the Rowing fleet, especially as it has its third oar deck is replaced with a ballista deck doubling the number of ballista available.

9 large vessels, 8 medium vessels and 12 small vessels, 29 vessels (3,800 gold)
2 galleons (500)
2 windjammers (400)
4 schooners (200)
9 sloops (180)
3 barques (420)
5 caravels (500)
5 frigates (600)

Sloop: The sloop is the smallest, and yet one of the more capable ships, crewed by less than fifty men it wields five Ballista and can bring three to bear at any one time except to the rear.
Schooner: The Schooner is an exceptionally fast little vessel and has almost identical armaments to the Dhow, though it benefits from an extra two ballista on each side and a prow catapult.
Caravel: The Caravel is a faster more merchantile warship, it has room for cargo, and has twenty ballista, ten port, ten starboard underneath the top deck, upon the top deck six catapults hold pride of place. It has more room for troops than most other sailing vessels.
Barque: The Barque is a larger more powerful vessel than the caravel, it carries twice the weapons though it doesn’t have even a tenth of the cargo space, additionally the Barque is a fast vessel and carries room for even one or two Mangonels.
Windjammer: The Windjammer is the fastest ship in the oceans naturally, it’s powerful sails can let it sail through almost any weather, though only armed as well as a Barque it is larger due to its sails. It is best used to harass an enemy than as a front line warship.
Frigate: The Frigate is your most common warship, with sixty ballista beneath decks and twenty mangonels on deck, it is second most powerful vessel next to the Galleon, but it is also the second slowest vessel out of the sailing ships.
Galleon: The Galleon has the largest crew and eighty ballista and thirty mangonels protecting it, this vessel is the slowest sailing vessel and in poor winds will suffer beneath a rowed vessels assault, though its armaments will give any lone attacker pause. Even a dragon might hesitate for a moment or two… but probably not.