[CHAR] Rats in the Mall

[ClocktowerEchos]

Finished NS. Their stats are as follows:

Richness - 5 (+1 from low Military, base 5)
Military - 1 (Skulkers at the Door!)
Population - 3
Control - 3
Knowledge - 4 (+1 from low Ferocity, base 4)
Ferocity - 1 (A Rat or just a Mice)

Sub Total = 17/15

Pack Divided Weakness + 2 Points

Total 17/17

The Most Serene Ratpublic of Origlio

^{The Most Serene Ratpublic of Orilgio}

^{Strength in Gold-Gold, Power in Gold-Gold!}

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_History

While it is the Warrior and the Conqueror who gets much of the glory in the annals of history, it is the Administrator who makes all of their accomplishments possible and their tales record for generations to come. The rats of Origlio proudly claim descendant from Dhogez Goldeneye, a powerful steward for Ironclaw Catslayer who had done the logistics for his army as well as organizing many aspects of Ironclaw’s armies and realm.

In recognition of his services, Ironclaw rewarded Dhogez with a small store called “Orologio d’Oro”. Once a family own watch and jewelry shop in the time of the Creators, had become the Kingdom of Origlio after Dhogez couldn’t quite make out what the words said atop the shop due to him missing an eye. It was not as large or as grand as the fiefs given to the generals or warriors of Ironclaw, but Dhogez was wise enough to understand that Ironclaw had to placate his generals by rewarding them handsomely less they rebelled.

At first, the darkened glass windows of didn’t seem to hold much, but upon exploration it was discovered the Ironclaw had blessed them with a massive trove of gold and timekeepers! So thankful was Dhogez and his followers that not once did they ever try to rebel or show dissent to the great Ironclaw! Using their new-found wealth and timekeepers, the Kingdom of Origlio soon became wealthy from trade and unlocked the secrets of clockwork in the form of Cogsmithing.

As the generations past, it was only a matter of time until a bad ruler came along and forced the hand of the people. King Gutbuster the Greasy had rose to power with more sins than chins and more chins than sins. Completely ineffectual and disliked, he was said to not only eaten Smalls but also other Rats! It was this when the wealthy nobles who would go on to form the Merchant Clans decided to overthrow their king, using their wealth to bribe all his guards and leaving him open for assassination.

With their fat, lazy king now tied up and thrown over the side of a railing, left at the mercy of the Mall, the nobles did something unspeakable and in a case of extreme willpower and goodwill (by rat standards), they decided no one rat should hold all power and thus formed the Merchant Clans and the elected position of Merchant Lord. From there on, the wealth and power of the Ratpublic of Origlio only grew as more and more trade posts sprung up and caravans and ships crossed the mall regularly.

The current Merchant Lord is one Lokier Swiftsilver of House Ritter.

_Leadership

Viewing themselves as “enlightened” and “civilized”, the Ratpublic does away with the cruel, barbaric and simplistic notion of pack alpha is leader. No, instead they are built upon the foundations of representation and voting! Never mind the fact that only a select few people can actually vote and all of said voting is held between feuding Merchant Clans and its governmental wheels are polished with blood and gold, but small details.

In truth the Ratpublic is controlled by a handful of Merchant Clans (sometimes known as Merchant Families/Packs/Dens/Houses/etc) who are headed by a Patrician with notable members of them being called Merchant Princes. Together they vote for a Merchant Lord who has functionally unlimited power but is tether by a council comprising of the other Merchant Clans and serves for life. Whether said life sentence be for five seconds or five years all depends on how crafty and cunning the person in question is. Bloodlines and personal skill are undoubtedly valued, true political clout and power comes in the form of gold backed up by prestige. A rat could be the most well-known and prestigious member of a famous family with deeds innumerable, but if he can’t count any gold to his name, he is nothing.

Famously, while the Ratpublic’s government has little public bloodshed like in some tribal cultures, the amount of politicking, wheeling and dealing, intrigue and assassination that goes on behind the scene can easily overwhelm anyone not born into it. Anyone who isn’t always at the top of their game and on top of their finances can see their power crumble in mere seconds. However, such cut-throat politics has made the Merchant Clans cunning and crafty beyond many other rats in the Mall (if not a little paranoid) and is a mark of pride that they often use to get others to do their bidding.

_{Territory and Resources}

The primary holding of the Ratpublic is the remains of an old family owned jewelry and watch store named Orogoio d’Oro, the Golden Watch, whose name they misinterpreted and used as the basis of Origlio. Their holding is small but heavily built up with many diverse levels and platforms, held up by supports or even hanging from the ceiling. Clockwork machinery is everywhere from manually operated elevators to conveyer systems to contraptions to help with manufacturing. The “capital building” is located in the husk of a large, ancient grandfather clock said to have been older than the Creators themselves with its interior clock face now used as the meeting place of all the patrician families.

Through a system of clockwork gauges and pumps, water is pumped into many hanging gardens or large-scale plant pots now used to grow crops needed to feed the populace. Worms are even raised in select enclosed dirt pastures although only the super-rich can afford to feast upon such a delicacy such as worm roast. There is a constant ticking all through Origlio from its machinery and a constant chattering of merchants in markets and bazars. Locals have managed to drown out such white noise to but many outsiders who visit, the noise is defending and often keeps them up at night and unable to focus, something which Origlian negotiators have taken advantage of in the past.

However, the true extend of the territorial claims of the Ratpublic lies far beyond the mere storefront. The Merchant Princes own a massive network of trade posts, merchant enclaves and scavenging outposts to fuel their mercantile empire. It’s with this network that they have become the wealthiest faction of rats and have eyes and ears over all corners of the mall. However, it’s not uncommon for some of these outposts to fall silent or come under attack and when the Ratpublic isn’t busy trying fighting amongst themselves, they will mount expeditions to reclaim the outposts. Or what’s left of them.

_{Culture and Faith}

Opulence is a blessed life and poverty is a death sentence within the Ratpublic. As such, the pursuit of wealth is considered to at the top of any self-respecting rat’s priorities. They labor daily to feed the needs of the Merchant Clans, more than happy to try and get a leg up on their betters by whatever means they think they can successfully pull off. In such a materialistic culture, it is signs of wealth that are displayed proudly or whatever can be interpreted to mean wealth. The styles and manners of the Merchant Clans are imitated by the common folk in reverence.

Being taught a craft and mastering it is the common expectation for those living in the Ratpublic with both men and women having jobs to preform to gain money. Women typically have jobs they can better preform at home such as weaving or sewing or cooking prepared meals to be sold while men have more physically demanding jobs like smiting and manufacturing. Its long said in the Mall that if you need something, you go to the Ratpublic. And if you cannot find it in the Ratpublic’s markets, public or black, then it does not exist at all.

Those who aspire to go beyond the simple apprenticeship path can look to one of several major institutions of higher learning in Origlio. The College of Coggery is where engineers are taught the fine art of cogsmithing and clockwork that the Ratpublic runs on. The Schola Militarum d’Origlio is where those who hope to make a living by commanding mercenaries and soldiers go. The Collegia Alchema is dedicated to the art of healing and alchemy, and by extension poison. The Chamber of Iudexes trains the law bringers and iudexes to persecuit the criminal (usually those people who are too poor to be able to just bribe their way out). The Schola Fiancia is of course famous and high respected -as well as ludicrously expensive- being based on mercantile pursuits and business management with many Merchant Princes being sent here as well as foreign students.

Smalls are not given much thought of in Origlio. They are expected to work and labor just as everyone else in the eyes of the Merchant Clans (although they will ensure that a Small will never gain enough power to challenge or join their clan). Some Smalls have made a name for themselves by being experts craftsmen or being taken as mistresses by Merchant Princes. And while the government as a while cares little for the actions or wellbeing of the Smalls, being remarkably apathetic towards them in every regard, racism is still displayed by the common folk and if a Darkwing requires Smalls to feast on as part of a contract, the Ratpublic is more than happy to let them take whatever they want. A dark conspiracy floats around the lower levels of Origlio that somewhere, the Merchant Clans actually have a facility dedicated to literally breeding Small for the express purpose of use as living currency with its many mercenaries. Of course, such rumors are just the mutterings of the drunk and delusional. Are they?

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The “wealth over all others” ideology extends its hands into religion in the Ratpublic, or the lack thereof. Zeal and devotion cannot buy titles thus making it a worthless endeavor in the eyes of the Ratpublic who pay lip service to both the Cult of the Creators and the Faith of Fire. If anything, they lean slightly more towards the side of the Creators as much of their wealth, knowledge and power derives from the old world.

During the “Great Schism”, the Ratpublic stayed neutral for most of the war, profiting buy selling to both sides and becoming even more wealthy in the process. It was only towards the end did they put their support behind the Creators which even than they only did half-heartedly. When the time for peace talks came, it was the Grandfather Clock of Origlio that was chosen as neutral grounds for peace talks.

That said, there are a few holy folks in Origlio and the Merchant Princes know what kind of money donations can bring in. As such there are a small handful but richly decorated and ornate churches and cathedrals to both the Faith of Fire and the Cult of the Creators that rival the finest temples either side can offer. Such is their splendor that some zealous followers from outside go on pilgrimages to Origlio just to see the masterfully built and exquisite decorated temples and cathedrals and most importantly, leave donations for their “gods”.

_Military

The Ratpublic of Origlio has a pitiful standing, native army, only really counting the personal retinues and household guards of the Merchant Princes and the Merchant Militia levies. The real bulk of the fighting strength of the Ratpublic comes in the form of mercenaries. Some are native born and take up arms to feed themselves, some are exiles or rouge warriors who defected from their home tribes, all united in the taste of gold and glory.

Leading these forces in most cases is a Paymaster and a Household Commander, the former responsible for the payment of all the mercenaries while the latter is the overall commander. The art of war has been turned into a military science in the Ratpublic with the Schola Militarum d’Origlio being dedicated to military science and leadership. Merchant Princes themselves sometimes will take to the field, not as any true test of arms, but because doing so gains them prestige and glory to use in the political carrier.

The most basic unit of a mercenary army in Origlio is the Condottere, mercenaries for hire who are seen in flavors of pikerats, halberdier, swordsrats and crossbowrats. Individually they are formed into their own companies with names and traditions as simple as the “Company of Fratzo Blackhide” to as gaudy and outlandish as the “Ever Victorious Host of the Slayer-Lord Pukpuk Skybreaker the Magnificent of Kalka”.

Above the basic mercenary free companies, the Ratpublic also emplys Marines-at-Arms and Exploraters. Marine-at-Arms is the name given to the soldiers who serve aboard ships and caravans as lightly armored guards. Exploraters are those adventurous rats who go out and hunt for lost relics and mystical lands in the name of glory and gold and while many never find such lofty dreams at best, they are often hired as heavily armored units for a merchant prince’s retinue.

With the ludicrous amount of wealth the Ratpublic has, it comes as no surprise that they can simply buy some extremely exotic allies and equipment. Darkwings (Crows) and Ironbacks (Turtles) make regular appearances in the Ratpublic as mercenaries with Ironbacks even being used to as war platforms to mount things such as the infamous Clockwork Crossbow; a crank operated rapid fire repeating crossbow. The Ratpublic claims to have been the first to successfully hire and field a mercenary Darkwing but are suspiciously tight lipped when pressed for details.

In addition to being able to hire such exotic allies, Origlian Paymasters are notorious for being able to sway and bribe all but the most elite and loyal of warriors from other tribes and factions with their honeyed words and bags of gold. There have been more than one occasion where a host of enemies finds half their army suddenly turned against them thanks to the promise of ludicrous wealth, of which the Paymasters always deliver on. Usually.

Although not readily apparent, the Ratpublic actually holds claim to a sizable store of gun powder (referred locally as “fire dust”). The reason why the Ratpublic doesn’t use cannons or explosive bombs in their arsenal is obvious; they can make a lot more money selling to the people who are addicted to it than wasting it themselves.

[Grammatic]

Big-Killa Pack

Big-Killa Pack

History

No member of the Big-Killa pack alive today can remember how the Pack was formed, but the story of its origins are told regularly to young rats every night. Many generations ago, a large group of rats on the second level of the Mall Plane were being systematically hunted and wiped out by a group of Skulkers. Faced with the risk of extinction, a single rat emerged that would bring salvation for their kin. Tak-Tak the Trickster discovered the ancient devices used to once catch their kind, known as mouse traps. With this knowledge, he laid a trap to deal with the Skulkers once and for all.

Gathering as many mouse traps as he could, Tak-Tak trapped many living mice within the devices, leaving them out in the open. When the Skulkers came to feast on the easy prey, Tak-Tak led the Rat Warriors from the shadows, encircling the beasts. Many rats fell against the Skulkers, but faced with overwhelming numbers and trapped on all sides, the Skulkers were eventually brought down. The rats proclaimed Tak-Tak the leader of them, and named themselves the Big-Killa Pack, in remembrance of their great victory.

Since then, The Big-Killa Pack has expanded greatly, through no small measure of their enslavement and use of the lesser Mice species. They have built a large, multi-leveled settlement in what they call "The Rainbow Palace(a kid playscape they found and claimed).

Leadership

The Big-Killa Pack is led by the Grand Trickster, the cleverest and most ruthless rat among their Pack. His right to rule comes from the belief that he is the great Tak-Tak reborn, and as such is the only one with the right to lead their mighty hordes in battle. They do not think it weird when the Grand Trickster is killed and replaced by another, as it is simply Tak-Tak playing another trick on his people, becoming ever greater each time.

Territory and Resources

The Big-Killa Pack have made their home inside the Rainbow Palace, a massive structure in the already massive Mall Plane. It is many levels in height, with numerous rope bridges and ladders leading up through it. To enter the Palace, one must survive the Sea of Colored Orbs. Many rats have fallen prey to the seemingly easy passage, only to find numerous traps and other deadly machinations planted around the entrance. The only safe way is across a draw bridge that can be lowered across the Sea, the only control for it being a lever in a heavily guarded post on the other side. Near the Rainbow Palace is the Great Reservoir, a magical place that creates water once you push on a small pad. A great canal has been built from the Great Reservoir to the Rainbow Palace, where an entire section has been devoted to agricultural growth, fueled by the single ray of sunlight that breaks through the grey sky above.

Thanks to their history, the rats of the Big-Killa Pack see the mice as a lesser species in every way, and have enslaved them. They act as servants, builders, farmers, and even food sources in time of great need. All rebellions are viciously put down, and the women and children of the mice breed are kept separate from their males, to ensure that they are always working.

Culture and Faith

The Big-Killa Pack are vicious rats. They have enslaved the mice species into a lesser class altogether, using them to do all their manual labor and other tasks. They even use the mice as a food supply if their crops have a bad turn out. They don't see anything wrong with this really, its just the natural order of things. The hunting and killing of Skulkers is a mighty deed many members of the Big-Killa Pack have dedicated their lives to, to follow in the footsteps of the Great Tak-Tak. When warriors rarely bring in the body of a Skulker, they are hailed as holy heroes, with many banquets and feasts thrown in their honor. It is not uncommon for the next Grand Trickster to emerge from the survivors of such expeditions, since few ever return.

The rats of the Big-Killa Pack worship the First Great Trickster, Tak-Tak as the only god. They look up to him as a great leader, and the only one whom shall ever rightfully lead the Pack. Every new leader of the Pack takes the name Grand Trickster, as they are seen as Tak-Tak reborn to take the leadership of his people. Mice are often caught disgracing Tak-Tak, and the accused and their entire bloodline are quick to be rooted out and used as bait for the next Great Hunt.

Army and Warriors

The War-Rats of the Big-Killa Pack are a massive force of troops raised from birth to fight and die for the Pack. Entire generations of rats have been nothing but War-Rats, leading to grand legacies and traditions amongst the Pack. Each warriors is armored in thick leather they gather from nearby leather forest(vest store). The weaponry of the War-Rats vary wildly from warrior to warrior, with most being armed with battle axes(they take the little metal parts from zippers of vests and other clothing and rip it off, before sharpening it and sticking it to the end of bones usually) and spears(same concept). A few warriors, the Grand Trickster among them, are armed with mighty Skulker blades, the claws and teeth of their most hated enemy harvested and forged into weaponry to use in war.

Current Status:
Richness-2
Military-3(Unruly Smalls)
Population-4
Control-3
Knowledge-1
Ferocity-4(Unruly Smalls)

[Andreyich]

The Moulden Horde

^{SQUEEEEAAAAAAAK!!!!}

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_{The Great and Wonderful Moulden Horde}

Point allocation: 15/15
Richness: 3
Military: 4
Population: 2
Control: 2
Knowledge: 1
Ferocity: 3

_History

In recent history, there was a great rat civil war. Many perished, and the true victors were not the rat-kin but the skulkers and the stinkers with their ecological niche becoming big-big! Rats needed much to recover, and many recovered in different way. However, one clan had a rather unique way. They were quite a rag-tag of different skills, but at the time were quite few in number. So, they had to compensate. The very first thing they did was find a smaller one of the stinkers (a corgi) with three pups. Threatening their life,
they were able to get the service of the stinkers as mounts and pullers of makeshift carts in exchange for feed; they now have seven total of them. They also found two ironbacks, ready to pledge their allegiance and at some point, they were able to even get two Dark-Wings on their side, though their loyalty is questionable just like the others; they acquired them quite recently, and hold five of their eggs as hostages. At about the same time, the tribe hot the services of several swift-tails after they found
a great big cache of (a seed packet) yum-yums! However, these actions took a considerable toll on the population of small slaves and even the actual Rats of the tribe, which is now only held together by the various servants of the Khan being scared that another servant will turn out to be loyal. And of course, the constant flow of snacks is nice.

_Leadership

The tribe is ruled by a great leader called a Khan, the current one being Norvegicus Khan. It is de-facto a monarchy, since his six favoured sons (albeit he has many he isn't aware of) are the ones he will soon pick from to be successor. The tribe works with only the leader being of a special position, and all else relatively equal. The serving skulkers, stinkers, swift-tails crows and even mouse slaves are also treated quite well but kept under suspicion. However, although the Khan does have absolute power he has to make sure he remains popular, and often runs things based on votes and councils of the whole tribe. Shamans of both the predominant rat-faiths are also quite powerful albeit only in influencing popular opinion.

_{Territory and Resources}

The Moulden Horde is nomadic, so in a manner everything is their territory. However, as it stands they have to rest every night and this is done by having their various carts being stopped, put in a circle as fortifications and then small Yurts being made with a big (by rat standards) fire being made. There are a total of twenty carts they have, each of them pulled by the serving animals of the Khan or by other rats and smalls, carrying food, weapons, water, and various goods to trade if there is a tribe too strong for them to conquer. Inside the carts is where the breeding and nursing takes place since only respected adults sleep in the small yurts and many choose to sleep outside where they're closer to the fire anyway.

_{Culture and Faith}

To an outsider, the Khanate is a devastating, brutal force that has betrayed rat-kind allying with all sorts of enemies just for more riches. But, on the inside it is quite good. Food is relatively plenty, one is free to do as they like, have any faith and even the smalls and other slaves, while carrying a derogatory title have quite a good life provided they don't try something as silly as an uprising. There is very little time for leisure in the nomadic Horde but generally it's spent with music and little dances, competitions of one's skill with blade or bow and other such activities with possible practical ramifications.

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Though long ago they worshiped the creators like all others, the unifying worship of fire swept over the Khanate and now they all praise it, and while not murdering rats of other faiths for that sheer fact they will do their best to convert them as fast as possible. In fact, they are even getting the mice, dogs, and other servants to slowly embrace their faith.

_{Army and Warriors}

The biggest advantage over other rats that the Moulden Horde has is their comparatively large amount of hired paws and claws with in addition to providing their own great shock potential can be used as mounts to double their effectiveness. The rest of the rats generally wear little in the way of clothes or armour, but are expert archers making bows with strings or rubber bands and whatever flexible material they can find, shooting tooth picks and other projectiles upon enemies. When fighting in melee, they like to make use of a rather unique weapon they have: it is chains from jewelry with each link of the chains being sharpened to make a sort of whip-sword which is virtually impossible and producing devastating bleeding It is used in conjunction with shields of cardboard layered with metal sheets or other materials for a truly flexible fighter. However, their nomadic nature and recent history means that the number of their adults is currently quite small, and they have to wait for them to mature. Meanwhile, their force has to be very elite as a result with each rat being expected to be able to take out someone's eye at a considerable distance with a bow, while practice with their blades along with sword-whips is a daily must. Both males and females fight, so the Khanate knows the meaning of total war. As a sort of siege weapon, one of their carts also has a large toy-bow somewhat modified to shoot sharpened pencils, kebab skewers, and other things potentially lit on fire or poisoned to be a great deterrent against larger animals and to destroy or get past what cardboard fortifications others may make.

The Leader of the Moulden Horde

Timurrat Khan

^{For their own good-good, shoot them in the face!}

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_History

Timurrat Khan is the favoured son of his father, Verminujin Khan. He clearly combined astounding physical prowess with intelligence, and was able to ride the Khanate's Corgis while still in his infancy! This brought him great respect, and made him the natural choice for Khan. Soon, he went on a quest alone to find a great wife, and he did find her. Just as an eight-eye had her in his web and was about to bite, he rode up and impaled the filthy thing on his great (a long sharpened part of a metal kebab skewer) lance! Yet, when he rode home he found that his father was dying after a poisoned arrow from a rival tribe hit him in the gut. Vowing vengeance, he rode across and called the enemies to battle. He was outnumbered dozens to one, but he had a mighty plan. The enemy were to rush out at them from between to shelves that were the entrance to their lair, but quietly they had set up a film of tape at the front which the enemy did not even notice in their bloodlust! As they charged, they got stuck upon it, and although it was only a few moments before they clawed through it the Moulden Horde's arrows had made short work of most of the enemies.

Yet, Timurrat was better than them, and forgave them in exchange for one thing; their undying loyalty, and so he had it. Now, he rides across the world seeking new glories.

_Personality

Timurrat does not speak too much, yet when he does it is in a loud, clear and deep squeak. He is very intelligent, and kind to his subjects but he also knows it's a stinker eat stinker world, and that violence is the way of it. Thus, while he does much conquering he makes sure as few as possible die and the living are swiftly integrated.

_Appearance

Because of some inbreeding in his line, he is quite fat and lumpy, yet under that are concealed heavy muscles to rend enemies apart. He wears a fancy little hat he made himself, and sometimes a suit of armour made from bits of scrap metal and plastic held together via string. He is armed with a large lance, a personally made bow with which he can easily take out dozens of enemies before they approach him, and a flail made with a chain at the tip of which is the skull of the enemy chief he killed.

_Relations

to be done later

[Enigmatik]

WIP

^{The creators were fool-fools... We know ALL!}

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_{Cutlak Clan}

_History

If one was to peer in some of the ground floor shops, they would find the most curious of sights. Fortifications- piled rocks,
broken tools and more make up small forts, tunnel entrances into the wall of the mall themselves faintly visible. Atop these madcap fortification scurry rats. These however, are no ordinary rats. Some wear armour, hammered and shaped rather than strapped on. Others direct mice teams carrying boom-powder, chunks of metal, or artifacts to and fro.

This is Clan Cutlak. Quite why they ended up dwelling where they are remains a mystery even to this day, but since the creators left they have been known to dwell where they do. Cutlaks have been fighting the many-eyes since the dawn of the clan, and do so brutally and efficiently. These battles have resulted in them tunneling into the very walls and foundations of the mall itself, where their true expertise is revealed.

The Cutlaks were the first of the great clans to discover the secrets of boom powder. They were the ones to carefully dissasemble the creator's capsules that held them, and this perhaps their greatest achievment. With boom powder on their side, they have fended away even skulkers! To hear a Cutlak speak of boom powder is to have your ear talked off by a fanratic!

_Leadership

Cutlak is, instead of a single rat, lead by the Grand High Council of Arch-Magos Engineer-Seers. (Or just the Council for short.)
These are five rats who have risen to prominence within the clan, be it due to martial prowess, a particularly staggering discovery,
or good old-fashioned skullrattery. How one actually joins the council once they have been recognised has been a matter of some confusion, but most rats agree that following them seems to lead to good things.

_{Territory and Resouces}

There are two main stores that the Cutlaks are based out of. Neither of them are named, but the rats know them as 'The Place of Ratifacts,' and 'Boom Powder Place.' Unsurprisingly, one of them was previously a large hardware store, and the the other was a fireworks store. Besides these two stores are the Tunnels. These are a labyrinthine network inside the walls and foundations of the mall, dug out over generations. Quite where all the tunnels end up in has often been forgotten, and many are now home to creatures that require the constant fending off of by the military. Occasionally, boom powder is set off in one of these tunnels as well, causing it (and any creature within,) to be forever sealed in the stone.

_{Culture and Faith}

Cutlak clan rats are fiercly protective of home. There are few who wouldn't take up their weapons and join the militia to repel their enemies, and even fewer who would abandon their dugout hideaways. Fighting in the cellar is also an essential part of Cutlak society, as many-eyes are a prized delicacy. Arch-Magos' are also known to sprinkle a little venom on their foods, both as flavour and to ensure that a sneaky rat doesn't attempt to poison them.

Cutlak mostly trades for food however. They themselves have very few farms, only a few made to ensure that there's at least a small amount for everyone. Skulkers, when felled, provide food for a long time- the meat being completely buried in a special substance left behind by the creators for many days in order to make sure it will last for a long-long time.

Finally, the Cutlak clan regard smalls simply: Either they work, or they stay out of the way. a small that hasn't been shanghaied into carrying something, holding it down as nails are rammed through it, or isn't digging walls out with the miners is a small that the Cutlak clan is not concerned about. Due to this, the Cutlak clan has never really had issues with small rebellions.

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The Cutlak clan does not believe. It learns. There are no rats hiding behind flimsy walls. There is only boom powder and progress- unending marching progress towards victory! This has obviously angered anyone who believes themselves to be faithful, however it does leave more time for working and figuring out how things work. There is a slowly growing religious group called the 'machine cult' however, which believes that rat technology is actually blessed works, and that engineers are prophets of an unknown deity... But nobody believes in that, right?

_{Army and Warriors}

Defensive Forces:
Really, the Cutlaks are defensive masters. Their weapons of war are mostly so large that it's almost impossible to move them around, but this doesn't mean they aren't effective.

Weapon Teams:

Burn Tower
Using 'the sweet-smell' relic, a member of a burn tower crew must carefully place a lit flame in front of the weapon nozzle, whilst a second rat presses down on the firing pad. This causes great gouts of flame to lash out from the front of the tower, although it has numerous downsides. One is that the towers are rarely good for any more than two or three uses, and the other is that the towers have a very high likelyhood of blowing up. Especially when pierced.

Boom-Boom Mortar
The premiere weapon the Cutlaks use. Boom powder is carefully taken and placed into a tube with great reverence, before ammunition is placed. This ammunition ranges from metal balls made by the creators, to packed rocks, brickwork, and really anything that fits. Then a burn-string is inserted so it touches the powder. Once the weapon is aimed (done by slowly rotating its base,) the burn string is lit, and the crew runs. These are less prone to exploding, but they still have a tendency to misfire, wasting the precious ammo likely messing the barrel up.

Point-And-Boom
Similar to the mortar, these are wheeled tubes that can be dragged into location, and aiming them are significantly easier. Loading them is not however, although they are the safest of all the experimental technology the Cutlaks use.

Infantry:
Hunter Squads:
Against the many eyes, there is but one solution. The Hunters. Armed with flaming torches, the best weapons possible, and armour designed for speed rather than durability, the hunters are in a constant war with the denizens of the cellar. Webs are torched, spiders are pig-stuck, and many a time the would-be predator is made into the prey. Hunters are the most dangerous job possible to do in the Cutlak clan, and the mortality rate for them is even higher than that of Burn Tower teams. They provide an essential service however.

Knight Squads:
Taken from pictures left by the creators themselves, knight squads are kitted out in the heaviest armour that can be provided to them. Carrying hefty spears, axes and swords, they wade into battle mostly fearless. They're no good at anything sneaky though, they leave that to the...

Ranger Teams:
Shortbows and long hooked knives mark the ranger teams. They also tend to wear long overcoats made from the fabric that the creators left behind, and have red headbands. They serve no practical purpose other than making the rats wearing them look cool.

Militia:
The various rats of Clan Cutlak who aren't in the first three groups, or weapons teams. Unusually, Cutlak Clan rats tend to wear fairly decent armour and have weapons that are, at the very least somewhat effective at actually killing things. They wear this fact like a badge of honour.

Wealth:
3. Cutlak trades a lot, but is always having issues with food thanks to a lack of farms and overeliance on hunting.

Military:
4. Cutlak's armies are motivated and well equipped. The distintive 'boom' of a cannon going off is also the rallying cry for great surges of force!

Population:
3. They could probably afford more rats, but experimental weaponry tends to lead to a lot of explosions. Explosions do not agree with the constitutions of living creatures.

Leadership:
3. Unremarkable. The Council does its job, and the rats agree that at least they aren't killing them.

Knowledge:
5. The Council, combined with their boompowder stocks and constant experimentation mean that scientific 'innovation' is a large part of Clan Cutlak.

Ferocity:
4. "RUN-RUN! THEY COME WITH BOOM POWDER AND FLAME! RUN FOR YOUR LIVE-LIVES! THEY COOOOOOME!

Weaknesses:
Skulkers at the Door: Kept at bay by Knights and Cannons, cats are a constant issue to the Cutalak clan. +2

Many-Eyes in the Dark: THEY ARE OUT THERE! SO MANY OF THEM! ALL OF THEM! +2

Extrraticated by Creators:
Whilst they're ameanable enough to fire, thanks to copious amounts of EXPLOSIONS and their tendency of destroying relics in their experiments, anyone who pays more than lipservice to the Creators will find the blatant heresies of the Cutlaks a serious issue. +3

[Lider]

Sorry, posted in wrong place. Stupid me

[Famigliolabuona]

Shrikklik Clan

Fear the Deep-Deep



RICHNESS 2
MILITARY 3
POPULATION 2
CONTROL 3
KNOWLEDGE 2
FERACITY 4

-2 MALUS : Weak blood

History
Fire priests drove us deep-deep. They kill us, slave us, but we run into dark. In stinky holes, stinky rivers, noise of click-click. Many eyes-eyes, many legs, many Silents, and we fight many generations. Creators forget ratfolk, but the Deep-Deep answers to us. Deep-Deep teaches ancients much-much. Teaches secrets of the scents and the rotten meats. Hi-hi! Now Clickers we tame, and we rule the Rottenbarraghs. Our blood now weak-weak, but my sons, you-you strong! Drink, drink younglings, you soon big-big! You soon big rat ready to raid Above. Hi-hi!
- Matki Hundredtits, breeding and instructing the pups.

Shrikklik Clan is one of the many clans which were forced to choose the Faith of Fire or face extermination. They had no choice but to hide in the pipes and galleries left built by the Creators in the World below, even if it meant to inhabit places said to be doomed, clickers, worms, and other repugnant vermins. As life in the dark became a constant struggle, as the light of civilziation faded, the calling of the Deep-Deep was heard in the heads of the sickened and weakened survivors. Yet, from hardship might was born, and even if periodically massacred by the horrors below, they endured, and learn to hunt, herd and stalk the Silent ones. This dreadful existence forced the clan to cope with consanguinity in occasions, and thus their already diseased blood was further diseased.

For a time they were isolated, as the mall was flooded and access to their domains was impossible. Throughout the generations, paths were found, and contact with the surface was resumed. However, the other Clans would see this forsaken insect-hunters as barbaric and unclean, and more even so seeing how they went astray from the faith and revered the Deep-Deep. From mistrust, hate arose and hostilities followed. However soon the Shrikklik found in raiding a way to supply their famished pups and in the recent generations they have gotten used to it.

Leadership

The Ratthausz is the highest counsel of the Clan’s Bloods, and is dominated by the pious, watchful yet cruel Farsniffarh, Lord of Pipes and Stink, Herder of Clicks’, the Wise-Wise, the Pureblood, the Deepsnout. Despite he rightfully rules after challenging the previous Alpha, is is secretly hated by many of the Worthbloods (aristocrats), who lost their privileges after he seized power, who wait Farsniffarh to lower his watch. However, the support of young warriors, the respected owed to him by the Herders and most importantly, the recognition of his strong blood among some Mothers keeps the balance of power in his favour.

Territory and Ressurces

The Rottenbarraghs lies hidden at the end of a broken pipeline, below the ground floor toilets. A soft water current rings debris, corpses and sometimes treasures to the Puaghpools. Around it, the Litterholzs house the Mothers and their spawn. Facing the Foamrun, as the main pipe is known, in the oposite side of the lake, there is the Ratthausz, where all the Bloods assemble to decide over mayor matters. Branching from the Rottenbarraghs, myriads of pipes and secret paths lead to the Aboveworld. Many of them have been blocked and host heards of Clikers, while other lead to the unknown depths, from which few have ever returned.

Culture and Faith

Besides what other clans believe, the Shrikklik are not such uncultured beastrats. Coexistence with the Silent ones have taught them many secrets of the World Below and their sagas remember heros excommunicated from the Fire Faith, so in some ways they are close to the ancient ways.

In their seclusion, they became masters in tracking and hunting the Silent Ones, to trick them and herd them using smells, and to make much valued chitin crafts out of their carcasses. Those among the Shrikklik who know how to sneak into the Silent Ones nests find rich food supply and treasures if they can make it back. The secrets of the insect nests and labyryinthic passageways and Clicker-handling are jealously kept by the progeny of those who dared to plunge in the Deep-Deep.

Having to deal with a toxic environment and avoiding extinction often as they did, life expectancy is short even for rat standards. Healthy Mothers who breed strong rats and with clearmilk have raised to be preponderant and pair the males due to their scarcity and irreplaceability. With pests and malformations occurring many pups, when the pack emerges for a raid, easily risk they act temporarily and easily risk their lives in order to distinguish themselves and secure a bigger ration.

The trauma of exile and the conviction that the Shrikklik Clan was forsaken by the ancients is reflected in their anguishing fear towards the Deep-Deep. Rather than a religion, it is and heterogeneous syncretism with the Faith of the Creators, blending in a corpus of superstitions and myths about the dangers, inhabitants, and accursed secrets revealed in the trance of t anguish and veneration towards the Deep-Deep.

Mice are only now being taken as thralls, after trading with other clans, and are coveted by Worthbloods.

Although seen as a strange folk, the Shrikklik have quickly adapted to the Now-Now times. They are seen as not trustworthy, yet their chitin crafts and parfumes are appreciated. Desperated as they are, one can cheaply hire their raiders with the lure of treasure. It is rumoured that travellers who have unsuspectedly approached their secret passageways have ended up being macabrely sacrificed to please the Deep-Deep.

Army and Warriors

Each Mother is responsible for instructing her pups, selecting them for the working caste or mustering them as warriors. Among their litter, They carefully choose the best males to mate, expecting her litter to distinguish itself and bring honor to herself and the clan. Wealthier Mothers can provide beyond traditional chitin equipment, and they gift metal to the worthiest pups. Truth is, other clans with modern technology our superior could outmatch Shrikklik forces, but the intense training and their mastery at War-Insect breeding, fanatic raiders and skirmish and sly tactics make them able to stand ground. Some of their most notable warriors are:

- Pikemane: Basic rat recruits, young but eager, lightly armoured, with chitin shields and tattered clothes
- Bugcrackers: Veteran insect hunters, they are heavily protected with chitin cuirass and serve as heavy shock troops. They decorate themselves with skulls, antennae or other extravagant trophies.
- Warclicker herdsrats: They rthmically swing odour balls, mesmerizing the clickers. At once, a synchronous clicking is heard, and the herd rushes forward, or follows an smell clue thrown by the herds rat. Legend says that heroic herdsrats from the past tamed huge Silents, but these talent has been either lost or never was more than a cheap tale..
- Deepfreaks: These deformous pups are raised by the priests of the Deep-Deep and trained trained to guard the Deep-Deep. They are terrifying berzerkers subject to the harsh indoctrination of the priests.
- Shroudpaws: Thugs, smugglers, couriers, these nimble fighters who fight poisoned blades, and dirty tactics are the underhand of the Farsniffarh, and are entrusted by him to the most dishonorable subterfuge.

Farsniffarh, Alpha of the Shrikklik

Swear-swear you will feed the Click-clicks off their proud rat-ass! - Haranguing the pack before a raid

History

Farsniffarh, Lord of Pipes and Stink, Herder of Clicks’ , the Wise-Wise, the Cursebreaker, the Deepsnout, is not an ordinary rat. He, born weak-blooded, his skin hairless and covered in bubos, was abandoned to die in the Rotpitts. Left unaided in the dark, he heard the call of the Deep-Deep and survived untold horrors. We would roam lost for long enough to loose a bit of sanity, but he was stronged-willed and finally reached the Foamrun.

He overcame the rejection towards his grim demeanour and to his proud behaviour by proving himself the worthiest of his litter. Soon, rumours about this “demented rat” who came back from the Deep-Deep spreaded. He courted and wooed some influent Mothers despite his unhealthy and emaciate looks, for he proved his blood was untainted. Loved and feared by other common-rats, seen as an eerie survivor of the darkness below, and supported by his mating partners, he took the chance that was offered to him. Unannounced, he interrupted a council session in the Ratthausz, and invoked the right to Duel the Alpha. A slight, unspotted pierce with a oozing fragment of snake’s fang leaned the duel to Farsniffarh’s favour, and thus lawfully became the Alpha

In those days, his Shroudpaw agents became feared, for they would punish any oppositor or offer them as sacrifice for the Deep-Deep. While fear paralyzed the conspirators of the Worthbloods, he gained the favour among the commonfolk by organizing successful raids in the Aboveworld, each time more and more daring. Truth is, that although he started to be more and more brutal, he is a wise administrator and has earned respect among the Shrikklik.

Personality
Fairsniffarh finds any kind of display of violence a small crack of his well-earned ruleship, but, he does not hesitate a second to have a discordant rat, a parasytic noble or boastful stupid Pikemane sacrificed to the Deep-Deep for the good of the clan
The descent into the dark below definitely left a mark on him, twisting his rat soul to monstruous limits. Sharply clever, yet ruthless and tainted, he has ascended to the top of Shrikklik society both because he wished to prove himself back into the pack, but also to purge away the filth the Clan has accumulated. Fairsniffarh finds any need of reasuring his power with violence an annoying fisure of his well-earned ruleship, but he does not hesitate to have a discordant rat, a parasytic noble or boastful stupid Pikemane sacrificed to the Deep-Deep for the sake of the clan

When addressing his subjects, his pretends great devotion to the faceless Deep-Deep, as a well-built character of a mystic charlatan able to seduce the pack with empty promises. He can get to feel compassion, or even empathy to those brave and skilled rats (even from outside the clan), but does not tolerate mediocrity in his closest ranks. In the recent times he has become accommodated though, as years maim his already ruined body and mind.

Appearance

His black fur has many thinnings and for the most part his skin is naked, when not covered in bubes or wounds. He is thin and not larger than most rats, yet his foul appearance makes it for his lack of physical noteworthiness, and is an essential cause behind the aura of fear and admiration he evokes to the Clan. When speaking, sharp, yellowish, long tusks can be seen, which along his long brisks give the lugubrious figure a brisk look.

I might change the banner, perhaps.

[gorgenmast]

The Warren

The Warren

Alone afraid; together brave.

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History

When the Creators abandoned this land, the wild things of the world were allowed to proliferate. From the mammoth whitetails to the lowly field mice, creatures great and small grew to numbers unimaginable during the mastery of the Creators. The wild field mice, in times known only to their modern progeny from oral etiologies, were hunted ruthlessly. Feral skulkers and foxes - numerous now in the absence of the Creators - brought swift and cruel death from the shadows and tall grasses. Deathshadows and nightwings ruled the skies. The life of a mouse in those ancient times was short and filled with terror.

In time, the mice learned the power of cooperation. Driven together by their many predators, the field mice discovered strength in numbers. Mice, when joined together, were able to repulse even the most savage of beasts. It was during these formulative times that the mice adopted their home - the hollowed trunk of a massive beech tree. Its aperture was fortified with palisades and walls of bundled twigs. Rope ladders were strung up into the tree's enormous boughs, and cozy burrows were excavated from the punky heartwood and roots. This great abode was known as the Warren, and to this day it serves as the home of nearly one hundred mice.

In the safety of the Warren, the mice are free to devote their energies to various crafts and arts. Builders, cooks, apothecaries, toolmakers, and many other skilled professions exist within the Warren, allowing the mice an outlet for their creative potential while enriching the lives of their fellows. The mice of the Warren now live long, fruitful lives.

This prosperity comes at a cost. Predators, drawn by the multitude of mice living within the hollowed trunk of that great tree, lurk perpetually in the bushes and grasses surrounding the Warren. Hungry beasts sometimes directly attack the tree, hoping to claw their way through the palisades to the tasty morsels within. The dangers of the wilds, while mitigated, are ever present. Able-bodied mice are expected to protect their home and sometimes die protecting their families and home.

Leadership

The wisest and most knowledgeable mouse is chosen by the Warren to serve as Judge of the Warren: an arbiter in disputes between mice and decision-maker on behalf of all those who call the Warren home. According to the oral history, there have been twelve Judges of the Warren since the founding times. The current Judge is Brittletooth the Elder. Brittletooth is by far the oldest mouse in the Warren, being at least three winters old. Brittletooth, despite his advanced age, is as wise and sharp as he ever was. He is well-regarded by all of his subjects, for his time as Judge has been prosperous for the Warren.

Culture

Mousekind, being a smaller and more passive species, are less inclined to violence than the barbarous rats. Mice are certainly weaker than the bellicose rats, but their sense of community and fellowship with their peers gives the mice of the Warren strength in unity. From an early age, the pups of the Warren are taught the value of unity. In their most important lesson, the instructor mouse will take a dry piece of straw and effortlessly snap it in her paws, explaining that a solitary mouse is akin to a single piece of straw. She will then present the pups with several straws tied together in a tight bundle, and invite the pups to try to break it. After the pups have all tired themselves by trying unsuccessfully to break the bundle, the instructor declares that the mice of the Warren are like a bundle of straw: weak individually, but unbreakable together.

Army and Warriors

The Warren has no army to speak of; war is a concept known only to mousekind from stories told by the few rats that have visited the Warren. The Warren protects itself from predators with a militia of sorts. Guardsmice patrol the limbs of the great beech tree, looking down onto the ground below for any sign of predators lurking nearby. Armed with bows or slings, these sentries are tasked with raining projectiles down onto any predator below with the goal of driving them off.

Occasionally, however, the mice must venture out from the safety of the Warren in order to procure foodstuffs or supplies from the the outside world. These expeditions are extremely dangerous, but necessary to the survival of the Warren. These expeditions are led by strong, hard mice, tasked with protecting the travelers from the myriad dangers of the outside world. The greatest of these expedition leaders is Mirrik Bristleback, the Champion of Judge Brittletooth.

[Little Bill]

Clan Whitepelt

_History

The oldest history of Clan Whitepelt is known only to the Elders, illustrated in elaborate etchings into the permafrost of their chamber. Their earliest history, on their most tattered banner, is of Pearlpelt-Riplips. Pearlpelt was their clan founder, an intrepid genius categorized in their history somewhere between a brilliant scientist and half-mad wizard, who was said to have had personal correspondence with Ironclaw-Catslayer. It is unknown when, but at some point, Pearlpelt discovered the fortress of Frostkeep, where he would break away from Ironclaw's pack to found his own; The Whitepelts.

Frostkeep, though cursed to forever remain entrapped in a shivering winter, had food for a thousand-thousand rats, and a tremendous steel door separating it from the rest of the world. After discovering how to control its door through what is now known as "Wiremagicks", Pearlpelt went on to populate Frostkeep with a harem of whitepelts, who went on to make more whitepelts, who would mate with one another to create yet more Whitepelts. If pups who grew old enough for their first-furs found that they lacked their clan's pure white coat, they were simply discarded into the Rottpits, given to the Shrikklik for food, soldiers, or whatever they did. This is the way the Whitepelts have been since they called themselves Whitepelts. From the oldest Elder to youngest pup, they know no other way.

_Leadership

The Whitepelts are ruled by a council of a dozen elders, who live at the highest point of Frostkeep in the coldest compartment, which is said to be conducive to their philosophizing and debates. They are called the Elders of Amerikooler Copyright 2006, for the large writing that was embossed above their chambers by The Creators, though they are almost always simply called the Elders. They are replaced by the wisest civilian rats when they are inevitably taken by the cold, but their pelts are added to the giant blanket shared by council members. Second to the Elders is the Whitepelt War-King, who is simply the strongest living Whitepelt, replaced by whoever is strong or skilled enough to defeat them in physical combat. The position is currently held by Vask Backbreaker, stylized as The Honorable War-King Vask Backbreaker, The Cold Hammer, Protector of Frostkeep, Taker of a Thousand Tails, Slayer of Stinker Blackgums.

_{Territory and Resources}

The treasures of Frostkeep -- frozen vegetables, towering slabs of carcasses hundreds of times the size of rats, towers of boxed feasts of every imaginable kind -- kept Clan Whitepelt alive for generations during their founding, though their reserves ran out years ago. Instead, they now use their icy fortress to store food they have stolen or traded for, eating it when food is scarce or trading it in years to come, when it is rarer and goes for a better price. They hold a treasure called The Last Creamsickle, which is kept in the chamber of their council, to sustain them with small but rejuvenating licks, and frequently manufacture and trade ice with other clans. Their sole territory is Frostkeep, though there are pockets of The Mall where their raiders, traders, and slavers frequent, which are accordingly avoided by anything smaller than a squirrel. As a result, they are frequently contacted with messages by bird or squirrel before they are sought out.

_{Culture and Faith}

Clan Whitepelt is among the most hated of Clan-Packs in the Mall. Some can't get along with the pompous rats near the roof, others try to avoid the strange rats who dwell within the Deep, but nobody likes the Whitepelts. Their culture is based on a belief that they are intrinsically superior to all other rats for their albino uniformity, painting their interactions with other clans in a veneer of disdainful superiority. They use their frozen keep to trade goods when they are rare in order to drive up their prices, and they enslave outsider rats and mice alike, viewing them as practically the same thing. Interestingly, they take in foreign albino rats who are willing to renounce their ways and become indoctrinated to their ways, while they keep albino mice as leashed pets. As mentioned, nobody likes the Whitepelts.

The beliefs of Clan Whitepelt leave little room for beings higher than themselves, though they generally escape outright extermination due to their beliefs having quasi-Creator worshiping roots. They believe in the Creators, though this is about as far as their religion goes in terms of inclusivity. They believe the Whitepelts were created to aid the Creators, and that now that the Creators were gone, the Whitepelts are the last remnants of their Empire. Additionally, due to the belief that they were created for the Creators, the Whitepelt afterlife is known as The Hearthfield, a warm, endless springtime field of grain where the Whitepelts who die either in battle or in service to the elders spend eternity with the Creators themselves, in the plane they have created to escape the horrors of their old world.

_{Army and Warriors}

Clan Whitepelt's army, much like the rest of its culture, is based on a blind faith that they are linked to the creators, that they are intrinsically better than other rats, and complete uniformity. They make use of spears and thin armor made from cardboard tempered by water and ice, and rely on strongly organized formations. Specifically, Clan Whitepelt is known for its wave tactics, sending tight rows of spearmen eager to see their warrior's afterlife, in order to box enemies into corners where they are killed or enslaved. Aside from the military, the Whitepelts have evolved a martial culture based on raiding in order to keep Frostkeep's stock of preserved goods high. The clan does not accept pups as adults until they have added something of value to Frostkeep's stockpile.

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RICHNESS 3

_{Frostkeep has allowed the Whitepelts to store surplus food for years, as well as trade ice. Slaves perform all menial labor, allowing Whitepelts not stationed as slavemasters the free time to raid, trade, and scavenge for food.}

MILITARY 3

_{Clan Whitepelt's army mostly relies on organized rows of phalanxes, and a cultural belief in destiny and a warrior's afterlife if these phalanxes fail. Aside from their standing army, the harsh martial culture followed by the Whitepelts ensures they are almost always armed.}

POPULATION 3

_{Aside from the many rats within Frostkeep and their slaves, there are many small packs of Whitepelt traders, bandits, and slavers within the Mall. Their only true territory is Frostkeep, though the hallway leading to it is avoided by anything with sentience. The surrounding area is only unofficially their territory,
decorated with their sigil graffiti'd across random surfaces, though those quick, stealthy, or foolhardy enough manage to steal armfuls of their crops every few fortnights.}

CONTROL 3

_{Due to their cultlike teachings, the elders and war-king maintain absolute control over the Whitepelts, though the Whitepelts are outnumbered by slaves who are double their number.}

KNOWLEDGE 3 - 1 = 2

_{Aside from the use of Wiremagicks to open Frostkeep's door, the Whitepelts have a thin grasp of technology, and are fairly barbaric for all their trappings of civillization.}

FEROCITY 5

_{The Whitepelts are hated for their belief of superiority, but feared for their savagery. They frequently enslave captured enemies, using them for menial labor, food, or clothing to protect from their cold environment. The hall leading to Frostkeep is decorated with the crucified remains of hundreds of rats, which serve as a grim warning. Their weapons and armor are decorated with bones, their blades are tipped with the feces and offal of their diseased thralls, and their prowess in battle is known on each floor.}

Half-Feral +1

_{The Whitepelts are universally hated for their pompous nature, practice of rat-slavery, and deceitful ways. Rats are only willing to trade with them when they need to.}

Unruly Smalls +2

_{Given that they keep captured mice and rats as slaves alike, there is a slowly-growing uprising movement within the ranks of the Whitepelt's many, many thralls.}

Exraticated by Creators/Fire +3

_{While acknowledging that something created The Mall, Whitepelts believe they are the chosen ones of that something. Naturally, zealous rats don't take kindly to that, be they followers of the Creators or believers of the Faith of Fire.}

[Lauder]

points

15/15

1. "Hungry-Hungry....FOOD...food.." Your clan is pitiful poor! Maybe you were driven off your old ground, or maybe your Pack-Clan´s land is just a inhospitable place! Yet, at least the hunger picks on the weak first, and your kin has learned how to thrive with little.. Take +1 to your Military, but also gain the "Great Hunger, Sharp Teeth" Weakness with no additional Point!

4. "We-we never Surrender! We-We kill you all!" Your Clans warriors are formidable, either through strict discipline and tactics or the use of fearsome barbarism! (+1 from Richness)

1."YOU-YOU NOT CHIEF! ME-ME AND ALL NOT FOLLOWING YOU IF NOT GIVE FOOD!" The control of the whole of the clan is barely existent, and its members must be motivated by direct personal gain, to act on the behalf of the leader! Many Opportunistic Rats join such a clan...for what it is worth! Gain +1 to POPULATION, but also gain the "A Pack Divided" Weakness with no additional Point! (-1 from Population)

5. "Wave of water? SEND IN WAVE-WAVE OF RATS! There are few clans, if any to match the size of yours, for their number is beyond counting! In the regard of Quantity, few can match your clan, and in the end, almost any problem can be tackled with the right amount of Bodies thrown at the problem! The controlling of said Problem...another task! Take -1 to your CONTROL! You will need a ground to feed and provide for all these hungry Rats, or your will suffer from "Great Hunger, Sharp Teeth" Weakness!

1."WE SMASH!"" Your people are primitive, to a point that even scavenging can be seen as an achievement for your Pack-Clan! You collect, yet don't repair! You learn barley everything, and even armor is barely understood. Yet a simple mind is easy to fill with faith.. Gain +1 to FEROCITY, but also gain the "Half-Feral" Weakness with no additional Point!

5. "Leave One-one alive to tell the tale...yet he needs no tail to do so!" Your Clan´s Name is just a whisper, a tale that makes most rats whimper by the mere thought. Feared and hated, its reputation is enough to make some rethink to fight them in the first place! Brutality, and Bestial Fury are your people's way of doing war. And while such a reputation in itself is its own reward, it can harm a Clans progress and ability to trade Take -1 to your KNOWLEDGE! You also need to act in a way that proofs your Ferocity, or get the "A Pack Divided" Weakness! (+1 from Knowledge)

Weaknesses
A Pack Divided
Great Hunger, Sharp Teeth
Half-Feral

Great Pack Vermintide

^{”Better be fear-feared, rats die easier when cowering”}

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_{The Vermintide}

_History

There is really not many who can remember the past of the Vermintide except for the few elders that have yet to be killed by their clan mates. Yet, they tell of the formation of the tide, of how four packs from the dark-down united to fight off an invasion of clicking things. For many moons they have fought off these creatures, these clickers, before inevitably they were driven off after one decision cost them greatly. Gik-Gik the Corrupted was the cause of their downfall for he saw the chance to gain power by allowing the clickers into their camp and slaughter many of their people. Unfortunately, his plan cost him his own life.

This event fractured the Vermintide and a Great War of the dark-under ensued. For many moons they fought and slaughtered each other along with the clickers before one rat, Qip the True Rat, led a reunification effort to bring the Vermintide back. Miraculously his plan worked, and the Vermintide was eventually brought back to life as the crusade against the clickers became the ringing call for all. However, like many of the Vermintide’s plans, it ended in disaster as they underestimated how much the clicker threat had grown and after the assault on Clicker-Home it became clear they needed to evacuate before the clicker’s assaulted them once more.

Eventually the settled in their barren land, and allowed themselves time to recover before finding it in themselves to raid nearby packs for their food and other necessities. Such is the lackluster the history of the Vermintide.

_Leadership

The Vermintide’s leadership is a cursed privilege to have as hungry upstarts feel they can take the throne when they want! Evidently, the Vermintide is ruled by one singular rat, the strongest and most ferocious of which, they tend to rule through fear and blackmail. Yet, that is of where the leadership stops, the Vermintide is a conglomerate of lacks that have been absorbed into one being, each pack has a leader, or officer, which enforces the will of the Primarch. At the same time, these officers pose the largest threat to the seat of power, and power is like food. Everyone wants it...

_{Territory and Resources}

While the Vermintide may control a large swath of territory, it is all barren and unsuitable for use to what most other packs would believe. This forces the Vermintide into conflict with any clan that lay claim next to it, or it forces the horde of rats to relocate and attack some pack that may be on the other side of the mall before they slump back to their barren home. Yet, it is not all barren for their home is a great ground for metal and miscellaneous building materials that the Vermintide barely uses for they are too simple minded to view it as more than gnawing-scraps.

_{Culture and Faith}

The Vermintide, while being a conglomerate of different packs, is not significantly divided culturally as many would believe as those who are born into the clan or wish to join must make an oath that the entire clan comes first. That being said, it is often ignored as treachery and blackmail run rampant throughout the entire clan as power is what everyone desires. The young are raised to be killers, to be cannibals like their parents, and to know that the weak are never allowed to thrive. Hence, the Vermintide is a powder keg that can ignite into civil war at any moment as officers clash with officers are try to destroy the Primarch’s power.

Such is their miserable lifestyle, the rats’ view outsiders with disdain as they grow jealous of their wealth and luxury. While others live in proper homes, many of their people must sleep in the open, where they are vulnerable to predators. That is why the Vermintide do not allow weakness within their clans, the weak are killed if they do not recover quickly and their bodies provide some food for the others, despite their greed. However, that does not mean they are without homes, there are just very few proper ones with many more ramshackle huts that are filled to the brim with rats.

Finally, the Vermintide spend their pastimes watching other rats duel, sleep, train, or simply do anything to stave off boredom, which would include plotting against their leaders. Yet, they have one Grand sport that they can call their own, something they have mastered, gladiatorial combat! It is one thing to watch a pair of unarmed rats fight but when you include weapons and determination of a slave wanting freedom, then you have a true Vermintide battle of unrelenting savagery! Blood! Death! Violence!

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The Vermintide are believers of the “Faith of Fire”, yet they already have their own segmented belief of it. They fear fire, it has the ability to turn strong into weak and many into dead, numbers mean nothing to a wall of flame for it will consume them all. However, that is simply the majority of their pack, the other is the “Faith of the Creators” which still has its roots in the clan but it is not strong enough to last with the few members that do believe. Unfortunately, many unbelievers are killed for their heresy forcing the few creator worshipers to worship in secret.

_{Army and Warriors}

The Vermintide’s military is an impressive display when one puts in numbers and unrelenting savagery, but it is very ill equipped. Many rats are not armed at all, preferring to use claw and tooth to overtake their enemy, and often times it has worked for this large pack. It is not only their savagery, but also their desperation that drives them in battle, for if a horde were to lose then they would come back with little food and low morale, allowing their Smalls to starve to death.

While they may be poor equipped with but merely rags for armor, the Vermintide’s army has decent organization for its size and that is what allows the horde to move and fight as a singular wave. The army is divided into cohorts, which are lead personally by the officers, or the Primarch, which is then divided down further into ranks, which are typically lead by the biggest and the baddest of the bunch. Order of best equipment follows as such as well, the Primarch has the best equipment, followed by Officers, then the big bads and since they lack the ability to make things themselves, nearly all of their equipment is scavenged from the fallen.

For a bunch of stupid rats, they are surprisingly good at this kind of stuff.

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Points

24 points (Skulkers at the Door, A Pack Divided, Religious Turmoil, Ratolution in the Air)

4 Richness -1 = 3 Richness

5 Military

4 population (5 spent)

5 control (6 spent)

4 knowledge + 1 = 5

1 Ferocity

The Spartsion Rat Empire

^{Creators our defenders, Creators, our avengers.}

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_{Spartsion Rat Empire}

_History

The Spartision Rat Empire hails from a proud heritage, which they claim winds all the way back to the Great Pack. Exact records have been lost to time, but they claim that they are the direct and true descendants of the Great Pack. And it could almost seem true; they are truly ancient, and have been in their territory for a long, long time. In recent times they have begun to record their history, bringing with it the first historians and first philosophers.

In their history, they claim the first to find a stable source of food, in the gardening store. Next, they claim the first to begin re-purposing items in the sporting goods store, their home territory. They claim many things, but it is unknown how much of it is actually true. Whatever the case, they are an advanced civilization of rats. In recent years, they have been immensely threatened, however. The now-educated rat populace has clamored for reform, while skulkers have begun to hunt at the edges of their territory with the hopes of killing off the empire that has caused them so much trouble.

_Leadership

It is said in ancient times that the Empire used to be a republic, overthrowing the tyranny of a tribal leader, but memory of that is fleet and censored by the empire itself. Most know it by its current iteration, a vast highly-centralized land ruled by a single iron-fisted leader. It is also an empire constantly racked by civil war, as various generals and politicians have attempted to seize power by leveraging popularity among the citizenry and legions of troops.

The current Caesar is Rattius XXV.

_{Territory and Resources}

There are two important areas controlled by the empire, the sporting goods store and the gardening store. These two stores allow for an excess of metals, wood, leather, and food. Another particularly notable store is a bookstore, which they cannibalize for paper and cloth. Their wide territories, however, are not very valuable to an outsider beyond the garden store. Only they know how to work with the items found in the sporting good store, and what use is a bookstore to the average rat?

_{Culture and Faith}

The empire can almost be called civilized; the average landowner lives in relative luxury, while even the slaves are granted certain rights and amenities. They live a very sedentary lifestyle outside of the military, with the garden store's overgrowth providing rich bounties of food to harvest, even if it is up to luck as to what deigns to grow, as they have not invented true agriculture. Life in the military, however, is much less sedentary. They are expected to keep routes throughout the territory safe, constantly construct new settlements and roads, and strike out to conquest. Life in the military is one of hardships, but also of honor. They are among the most respected in the empire.

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The empire is stuck in a perpetual religious war, as the slaves and lower-folk who follow the burning faith have come into secret -- or in some places outright -- war with the elite and military men who follow the official state faith, the faith of the creators. This is a source of strife in the empire, as they have to commit precious legions of men who could be maintaining conquests or defending borders from skulkers to defending against the angry peasantry.

_{Army and Warriors}

Each legion is an army unto itself, immensely disciplined and maintaining standardization. Each soldier has armor befitting his rank, identical to others his rank. Each soldier also has crudely fashioned throwing spears and a short-sword, as well as a large shield that they can balance on to stand upright better. Each shield is painted the exact same way, further removing individuality and furthering their terrifying visage as not many, but one.

There are many legions in existence, some more notable than others.

LEGIO I - SPARTSION GUARD
This legion is the only one allowed into the capital, located in the sporting goods store. It is among the largest and well-equipped, as well as the most ceremonial. Its sole charge is defending the capital of Spart, and the Caesar himself. It pledges loyalty to none but the Caesar. In practice, it has often been the source of revolutions against Caesars, deposing them and putting their own into power.

LEGIO II - SPARTSIO
This legion is charged with the defense of the sporting goods store as a whole, making the store contain one of the heaviest legion presences in the empire. They are not allowed near Spart, the capital, unlike Legio I. They are controlled by the Caesar directly.

LEGIO III - GARDANIA
This legion is charged with the defense of the gardening store, and is extremely well equipped for its task. Its men are remarkably well-fed and are renowned throughout the empire for their ability to construct fortifications. They are highly experienced, constantly under siege by skulkers and other rats looking for food. This legion is controlled by the regional governor of Gardania, who answers directly to the Caesar.

LEGIO IV - BARKSTARII
This legion is charged with the defense of the bookstore, and is among one of the smaller legions. It is made up mostly of the rejects of other legions, and is not the most effective. However, it holds its ground well enough due to the strict disciplinary measures of its regional governor, who commands the territory in the bookstore.

LEGIO V THROUGH X - CONQUERIA
These legions are the main conquering forces, and answer to their respective generals. They strike out against enemies, and constantly expand outwards. They are the main source of territory and the first line of defense. Their size and level of standardization vary greatly, but they are expected to maintain the glory of Spart and the vision of legion. They receive a dividend of the empire's riches in return for this.

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Clan-Pack Ook Stor

When one better understands the Creators Creators, you stop stop seeing them as something greater greater and start seeing them as equals equals.

Clan-Pack Ook Stor

History

While other Clan-Packs trace their lineages back to mighty warlords, generals or heroes of old, Clan-Pack Rattus's origins were much more humble. It started with a simple meal in the City of Glass before the Great Pack of old collapsed.

Several priests and scholars of the Creators had gathered together to enjoy an evening meal together in celebration of a holiday in the Creators name that time has forgotten the details of. Well fed and in good humor, an after dinner conversation about the nature of the Creators was started. While some common core elements were easily agreed on by all gathered, what started as a casual conversation quickly turned into a heated debate as details were explored. The debate turned into an almost frenzied argument and it was only because a scholar by the name of Sakata slammed his paws against the table like thunder in order to quite down the din was bloodshed avoided.

"Brothers Brothers and Sisters Sisters, fighting among ourselves will not not allow us to understand the Creators. We We must go out and learn learn what we can of the Creators and their works for ourselves before before we can even think think of understanding their nature."

Tempers cooled, the priests and scholars quickly found themselves somewhat excited about the prospect of finding more information on the Creators themselves. Within days of the meal, they had gone out and gathered several expeditions of rats and mice together with supplies for the sole purpose of heading out into the world in order to try and uncover and answer some of the great mysteries of the Creators and their works.

During the chaos of the fall of the Great Pack, the creation of the Field of Bones and the murderous tides of beasts and monsters that filled the world, the fates of many of these expeditions are unknown. What is known is that one of the expeditions was lead by Sakata himself upwards, making the long and harrowing journey up to the land between (the second floor) in order to seek knowledge there.

What they found was a treasure trove of knowledge gathered together in one place that was far beyond their wildest dreams. They found a 'Ook Stor', a place that clearly must have been of some great value to the Creators due to the massive amount of tomes of all shapes and sizes that had been gathered and stored there. So many in fact that even if a mouse or rat could read the writings of the Creators, no single being would be able to read through them all in a single lifetime. The daunting nature of the task didn't stop them through; Sakata's expedition planted itself and began a task that would require countless generations to achieve.

In time, Sakata passed and his expedition took on the title of the 'Ook Stor' Clan-Pack, each generation dedicated to plumbing the depths of the tomes of the Creators to try and gain greater insight into their true nature. That is... until a certain tome was opened up. Inside were pictures of -thousands- of different creatures and beasts that had never been seen by the eyes of rat or mouse, but clearly must exist in some far off, exotic land beyond the roof. Not all the creatures were strangers through...

Among the strange and exotic creatures that Creators either made or encountered (The very idea that the Creators hadn't created all life was mind boggling) were the pictures of a humble rat and a small, given the name of 'Rattus' and 'Mus'. The discovery of the original names the Creators had given them sent a shockwave through the Clan-Pack, both words quickly gaining holy importance while also giving researchers a clear indication that the history of Rats and Smalls went back so far that even the oldest tales from Beyond Time were relatively recent by comparison.

When the civil war between the Faith in the Creators and the Faith of Fire began, Clan-Pack Ook Stor quickly threw in its lot with the Faith in the Creators. While there were some... ideological differences that caused tension between the Clan and the City of Glass, both could easily agree on the fact that the Faith of Fire needed to be smothered before it could consume them all. Clan-Pack Ook Stor's role in the war was largely that of inventors and creators for the forces of the Creators; Their armor and creations became vital tools for faithful forces, through the most well known and legendary item that they created was the legendary Forgebreaker. According to Clan-Pack legend, Forgebreaker earned its name on the day that it was completed. As it was carried out of the forge it had been created in, the flame in the forge went out before it broke apart with a mighty crack.

In the current generation the Clan-Pack is slowly rebuilding its numbers after losses during the war with the Faith of Fire while attempting to maintain at least an acceptable relationship with the City of Glass despite recent tensions.

Leadership

Clan-Pack Ook Stor has a somewhat... flexible leadership structure in that the exact number of leaders changes with time. The Clan-Pack favors the leadership of a council made up of the oldest and wisest members of the Clan-Pack, a position on the council normally being offered to those who have lived long enough to start showing signs of their advanced age. Because there is no maximum size to the council, this results in the size shifting over time as members join or pass away. The only position on the Council that outlives the current occupant is that of the leader of the Warrior-Monks, who is assured a position and often in charge of military matters.

Unlike with other rat packs, Smalls that met the requirements are also free to join the Council and are generally treated with the same respect of their rat peers. After all, Wisdom is Wisdom regardless of the source.

The Council of Ook Stor do tend to be made up of Scholars, through like the position reserved for the Leader of the Warrior-Monk order members of other professions can rise into a leadership position.

Territory and Resources

Clan-Pack Ook Stor makes its home in an old abandoned book store on the second floor, but they have also laid claim to the empty store next door. Using knowledge gleamed from the tomes of the Creators and trading knowledge and well made equipment with other clan-packs, the Ook Stor rats have largely converted the empty space into a series of different farms with the import of dirt, seeds and a somewhat primitive understanding of what the Creators called 'Farming'.

Culture and Faith

From the onset of Sakata's expedition in order to uncover a greater understanding of the Creators, the Rats and Smalls that followed him all possessed a love and desire to learn and understand their gods better in order to live up to their ideals. While over the generations the relationship between the Rats and Smalls of Clan-Pack Ook Stor and the Creators may have changed, they still hold the Creators in high regard while highly valuing knowledge and technology even in the modern day.

The shared passion for knowledge shared by the rats and smalls of the Clan-Pack has resulted in the two intermingling to the point where both species are considered more or less equal over the Generations. While some jobs clearly favor the traits that either a small or a rat are born with, it isn't strange to see a Small Warrior-Monk training alongside their larger rat brothers and sisters in arms. Provided that one puts the time and effort into it to be at least on par (if not better) then their peers in the field, one can follow any path in life that they desire.

While the Clan-Pack is clearly a follower of the Faith of the Creators, it has a somewhat different relationship with their gods then other Clan-Packs that follow the faith... to the point where some of the more zealous of Creator worshiping Clan-Packs would consider them heretics.

Researching the technologies, stories, history and to the surprise of many the differing faiths of the Creators over the Generations, the Ook Stor Clan-Pack view their gods less like divine beings completely beyond understanding and more like mortals that developed a greater understanding of the world around them to the point where they could reshape it to suit their needs and desires. God-like, worthy of respect and being an example to try and live up to, but not divine in nature.

Army and Warriors

The Warrior-Monks of Clan Ook Stor have long been the militant branch of the Clan-Pack as a whole. Originally they were the warriors and protectors of Sakata's expedition, but as the Generations passed and more information from the Creators was translated the Warrior-Monk order was formed around a Creator tome literally titled 'The Art of War'.

While the Warrior Monks might not be the greatest militant force in the mall, they are well known for their good equipment, tactics and discipline... even more surprising due to the clan-pack being somewhat more pacifist in nature then other clan-packs. Clan Ook Stor might not start fights, but it's more then prepared to finish them.

Stats

Richness: 3
Military: 4
Population: 3
Knowledge: 5+1
Ferocity: 1
Control: 4

Weaknesses:
Extrraticated by Fire-
Just because a peace treaty was signed between the Faiths of the Creators and the Faiths of Fire, doesn't mean that an Ook Stor rat would live in they walked boldly into territory held by a Faith of Fire clan. After all, it was an Ook Stor weapon that felled the Burning Prophet.

A Rat or just a Mice

Religious Tension with Zealots (Faith of Creators)- 2 points.
The Ook Stor Clan-Pack have a somewhat... different viewpoint on the Creators then many of the more zealous and Orthodox of those of the Faith of Creators would be comfortable with.