Lucian said
Works fine for me. I'm off to see a man about a horse. Should be back in about 45, everyone. Feel free to discuss who will be where on the map.
so that's map is final?
oh, and lucian, do you mind if i use grammar checker?
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so that's map is final?
oh, and lucian, do you mind if i use grammar checker?
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so that's map is final?oh, and lucian, do you mind if i use grammar checker?
Yeah, we're going with that map. And I'm not entirely comfortable with it. It would pose too many complications.
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so that's map is final?oh, and lucian, do you mind if i use grammar checker?
The rules listed in the first post include the following.
The Rules said This will be high-end casual to advanced roleplaying. Grammar, Punctuation, Capitalization, and spelling are a must.
If you can't observe the rules of the roleplay, you can't participate in the roleplay.
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CS complete.
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so i think that ill pass this, if you guys think that i can't write that good,
no hard feeling though..
no hard feeling though..
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I know I can edit, but I think it's easier to post a new version then making the GM follow a link back to my edited bio. I might as well just post the update, especially if it's moved to a new page.
God
Name: Reon
Title(s): Goddess of Lilies, Goddess of the Sun
Seat of Power: Iliogis
Divine Aspects: The Sun, Fire.
Appearance: And done.
Artifacts: The Spear and Shield of the Sun. Both fairly ordinary in appearance, the Spear can be imbued with the intensity and heat of the sun itself(an exaggeration, but it becomes bright and on fire), allowing it to burn through foes before her if required. The Shield, however, retains a rather unique function: It is clear, acting as a magnifying glass and allowing heat and light to be channeled through it.
Unique abilities: Reon is completely and utterly immune to heat and fire, it cannot damage her in any way. This of course makes perfect sense given her domain as a goddess. Even the most intense fire would feel like a pleasant, warm day to Reon. She can also manipulate and create fire on a large scale, spawning balls of flame in the palm of her hand or pulling it from already-burning sources, directing it with her will. She can even use it as armor by igniting her body.
Personal History: Reon awakened upon a stone warmed by the sun, deep in the territory of the Amazons in Iliogis. Little did she know, however, that this was no simple stone. It was a sacred place for the female warriors, a stone pointed towards the rising sun, kept warm by its rays. When they discovered her there, groggy from her long sleep and confused in her bleariness, they were naturally quite perplexed. However, as her mind caught up to her situation, Reon rose and proclaimed her nature as the Goddess of the Sun. Naturally, the Amazons were initially disbelieving of her claim. And so Reon decided to prove it. From the nearby torch, she pulled the flames and manipulated them with ease. This proved her to be just who she claimed to be, the Sun Goddess Reon. The Amazons quickly accepted her and she took her role as their deity, accepting sacrifices of lilies(and requesting gardens of the flowers to be planted). Temples of Reon have been created, Priestesses clad in red robes worshipping the goddess and creating alters from glowing stone. Reon does her best to visit these temples, but even for a Goddess it's rather difficult to visit all of them. She does her best to guide her followers at all times, from peace to war.
Personality: Reon is, in a word, temperamental. It would be very easy to describe her personality as fiery. She is quick to anger and prone to jealousy and irritation with others, disparaging them for the foolishness she perceives and loudly declaring how she feels they are quite simply rather stupid. She is prone to insulting others without any hesitation whatsoever, even if they are those she is allied with. Even if it's those that she cares for, she will still freely insult them. This is really her way of attempting to steer them from behaviors she feels could result in them being harmed. Reon cares deeply for her followers and wishes to lead them to victory, even if she shows it in a rather indirect manner given her temperamental nature. Reon's favored symbol is the lily, the flower proving to be her favored plant above all others.
Other: The worship of Reon features the sacrifice of lilies.
Nation:
Name: Iliogis
Location: Iliogis is located in the warmer regions of the South. While not tropical, it possesses a warm and pleasant climate. The lands of Iliogis are fertile and it is bordered to the east by the sea, allowing for a healthy fishing industry.
Government: Iliogis is run by a democratically-elected council of Amazons. Elections are held every five years, and the Council regularly meets in the Grand Sun Hall in Iliogisan capital of Ilioevnoipolis. Reon herself attends these council meetings but is not a member, instead making guiding suggestions for her people. She does have the right to give her input and guidance, which is deeply trusted and followed by the council, but she is not officially a member.
Dominant race: Amazons. A race of entirely female near-humans. Completely indistinguishable from humanity in terms of physical appearances, Amazons are all uniformly female. They can vary greatly in appearance, just as many humans do, from small and petite to taller and more muscular, and everywhere in between and all around. However, even the smallest and most slender Amazon possesses strength far greater then a grown human male, capable of easily outdoing a human man in hand-to-hand combat. They are frequently trained in some form of combat, even Amazons who specialize in fishing or farming know some level of martial arts if nothing else. Even the seemingly-peaceful Priestesses of Reon are at least somewhat skilled in a fight. In the absolute worst case scenario, the entire adult population of Amazons can be mobilized to defend Iliogis from attack. This is a fact that they take great pride in. In terms of appearances, Amazons can have a variety of hair colors, the most common being blonde, brown, and black. Their skintone varies with their location and how much time an individual spends out in the sun, from fair to a deep tan. Amazonian culture puts great value on bonds between Amazons, and on the sun. They feel the sun is responsible for much of their food, for the warm climate they enjoy... so much of it relies on the sun. Amazons are of average magical talent, occasionally producing exceptional magi, and are also remarkably capable metalworkers. However, their metalworking still pales in comparison to dwarven smiths. They are frequently talented hunters as well. Amazons have a long lifespan, staying youthful and fit for almost their entire lives.
Other races: Other races found in Iliogis, or at least near to it, include...
Mermaids: Mermaids are an all-female aquatic race, possessing a fish tail in place of legs. They can breath on land and in water, but they have no easy method of moving outside of the water. Their upper body, and a hidden portion of their lower body, resembles a human body with the exception of their ears, which are larger, and webbed. Their lower body has a "sheath" that extends up and works, oddly, almost like pants, naturally covering embarrassing locations unless pulled down. Below this portion, they have a fish-like tail they use to move about underwater. Mermaids are skilled fishers. As they lack any males in their race, they are capable of reproducing with males of other races. The offspring are always mermaids, and as mermaids are always female, so are the offspring.
Nem: Nem are largely human in appearance. However, there are some important differences. All Nem have black hair, and their eyes are usually red or yellow. In addition, Nem never reach heights beyond 4'0, 3'5 to 3'7 being the average for an adult. They are usually slender, and all Nem are also very, very pale. Nem are best-suited for activity at night, having excellent night vision, and exist as a primarily nocturnal race. Though some nem do venture out during the day, they require outfits that cover their skin to keep it from burning in the sun. Nem are rather physically fragile in comparison to other races. However, they are quite fast. Nem have a notoriously low alcohol tolerance, due to their small size. They dwell in he more arid regions of Iliogis, to the southwest. They often venture into Amazonian cities for trade.
Harpies: Another uniquely all-female race, harpies dwell in the more mountainous inland regions of Iliogis. Harpies look like female humans, with the exception of the lower legs, and the arms. In place of them are avian limbs, including robust wings allowing for competent flight. Their talons are dexterous and capable of manipulating objects, but they lack hands which limits some of their abilities. They have an excellent relationship with the Amazons, acting as an airforce for the ground-bound warriors in times of warfare.
Wild Flora/fauna: Notable forms of wildlife in Iliogis include the horse-variants, pegasi and unicorns. Flying horses and horses baring a single, sharp horn respectively. Both are tamed as mounts by the Amazons. These are not the only animals in Iliogis, of course. The land features many animals, such as deer, bears, and other more conventional wildlife. However, the most dangerous the the wild creatures native to Iliogis is the fearsome Kaiser Lizard. Massive reptile-like predators with huge, strong jaws, long, muscular legs, and small, two-fingered hands, they are an extremely dangerous creature. Thankfully, they are also quite rare.
Specialization: Hunting, Fishing, and Warfare
National History: It is believed that Amazons were originally human settlers of Iliogis, long, long ago. It is not entirely clear how they came to be in their current state, as records are rather scattered even for the Amazons themselves. Many Amazonian historians have attempted to delve into this at one point or another, but failed to secure any useful information. However, there are many records after the emergence of the Amazons as a people. In the beginning, they were rather scattered, various towns headed by a single elder. They came into contact with the other native people of Iliogis, the harpies, the nem, and even the mermaids for the Amazons dwelling on the coast. Contact between these races varied, though for the most part it was positive. Still, there were occasional skirmishes and even battles, mostly between the Amazons rather than between the different races. As time wore on, however, they began to realize how much they shared in terms of beliefs. For all Amazons held great value in the bonds between one another, and the Sun. This lead them to a simple conclusion: At one point, the Amazons had been one people. It made perfect sense among them, their beliefs, the fact that all of them were female, all of it. This began the Great Unification, the diplomatic meeting between all the Amazonian communities. They became united as a race, working as a whole. The system of Elders as a government was abolished, and replaced with a council of elected representatives. They were stationed in the largest of the Amazons' towns, Prasikoila, until the construction of the coastal capital Ilioevnoipolis was completed. Even prior to the arrival of Reon, the Amazons had a strong belief in a sun goddess. And after her arrival and the proof of her nature, there was little hesitation in worshipping her. Cathedrals, elegant structures dedicated to the goddess, now dot the land of Iliogis. Even belief in a moon goddess by the Nem has been assimilated into Reon worship.
Alliances: TBA(decided in thread and RP)
Enemies: TBA(the same)
Notable People:
Tanya Palayen, the champion of Reon. A paladin serving Reon with dedication for her entire life, at the young age of eighteen Tanya was chosen as Reon's champion. Clad in heavy armor, enchanted to be light on her small form, and wielding a sword and a hammer bathed in divine fire, Tanya is equipped to deal with the enemies of Iliogis. She is especially effective against undead. Much like her goddess, Tanya is rather temperamental and easily-irritated.
Meles Nalae, the High Priestess of the Church of Reon. Meles is the religious leader(well, below Reon herself at least) of Iliogis, or at least of the Amazons. She is clad in a crimson outfit, flowing robes covered in symbols representing lilies. She serves to assist Reon in guiding the people and conveying her messages, as well as helping to organize a system of worship. Her personality is somewhat deceiving, as she appears rather good-natured and lackadaisical. However, she is highly intelligent and well-educated in reality, which helps to temper Reon's attitude.
The Council of the Amazons, composed of thirty elected representatives, is the governing body for the Amazons in Iliogis. Taking advisement from Reon, they form various policies and political decisions as a group, guiding the Amazons in the ways they feel are best for the people. Naturally, policies must be voted on for it to reach council judgement, and the council themselves must make their decision on it from there. The council is elected every five years.
Other: N/A
God
Name: Reon
Title(s): Goddess of Lilies, Goddess of the Sun
Seat of Power: Iliogis
Divine Aspects: The Sun, Fire.
Appearance: And done.
Artifacts: The Spear and Shield of the Sun. Both fairly ordinary in appearance, the Spear can be imbued with the intensity and heat of the sun itself(an exaggeration, but it becomes bright and on fire), allowing it to burn through foes before her if required. The Shield, however, retains a rather unique function: It is clear, acting as a magnifying glass and allowing heat and light to be channeled through it.
Unique abilities: Reon is completely and utterly immune to heat and fire, it cannot damage her in any way. This of course makes perfect sense given her domain as a goddess. Even the most intense fire would feel like a pleasant, warm day to Reon. She can also manipulate and create fire on a large scale, spawning balls of flame in the palm of her hand or pulling it from already-burning sources, directing it with her will. She can even use it as armor by igniting her body.
Personal History: Reon awakened upon a stone warmed by the sun, deep in the territory of the Amazons in Iliogis. Little did she know, however, that this was no simple stone. It was a sacred place for the female warriors, a stone pointed towards the rising sun, kept warm by its rays. When they discovered her there, groggy from her long sleep and confused in her bleariness, they were naturally quite perplexed. However, as her mind caught up to her situation, Reon rose and proclaimed her nature as the Goddess of the Sun. Naturally, the Amazons were initially disbelieving of her claim. And so Reon decided to prove it. From the nearby torch, she pulled the flames and manipulated them with ease. This proved her to be just who she claimed to be, the Sun Goddess Reon. The Amazons quickly accepted her and she took her role as their deity, accepting sacrifices of lilies(and requesting gardens of the flowers to be planted). Temples of Reon have been created, Priestesses clad in red robes worshipping the goddess and creating alters from glowing stone. Reon does her best to visit these temples, but even for a Goddess it's rather difficult to visit all of them. She does her best to guide her followers at all times, from peace to war.
Personality: Reon is, in a word, temperamental. It would be very easy to describe her personality as fiery. She is quick to anger and prone to jealousy and irritation with others, disparaging them for the foolishness she perceives and loudly declaring how she feels they are quite simply rather stupid. She is prone to insulting others without any hesitation whatsoever, even if they are those she is allied with. Even if it's those that she cares for, she will still freely insult them. This is really her way of attempting to steer them from behaviors she feels could result in them being harmed. Reon cares deeply for her followers and wishes to lead them to victory, even if she shows it in a rather indirect manner given her temperamental nature. Reon's favored symbol is the lily, the flower proving to be her favored plant above all others.
Other: The worship of Reon features the sacrifice of lilies.
Nation:
Name: Iliogis
Location: Iliogis is located in the warmer regions of the South. While not tropical, it possesses a warm and pleasant climate. The lands of Iliogis are fertile and it is bordered to the east by the sea, allowing for a healthy fishing industry.
Government: Iliogis is run by a democratically-elected council of Amazons. Elections are held every five years, and the Council regularly meets in the Grand Sun Hall in Iliogisan capital of Ilioevnoipolis. Reon herself attends these council meetings but is not a member, instead making guiding suggestions for her people. She does have the right to give her input and guidance, which is deeply trusted and followed by the council, but she is not officially a member.
Dominant race: Amazons. A race of entirely female near-humans. Completely indistinguishable from humanity in terms of physical appearances, Amazons are all uniformly female. They can vary greatly in appearance, just as many humans do, from small and petite to taller and more muscular, and everywhere in between and all around. However, even the smallest and most slender Amazon possesses strength far greater then a grown human male, capable of easily outdoing a human man in hand-to-hand combat. They are frequently trained in some form of combat, even Amazons who specialize in fishing or farming know some level of martial arts if nothing else. Even the seemingly-peaceful Priestesses of Reon are at least somewhat skilled in a fight. In the absolute worst case scenario, the entire adult population of Amazons can be mobilized to defend Iliogis from attack. This is a fact that they take great pride in. In terms of appearances, Amazons can have a variety of hair colors, the most common being blonde, brown, and black. Their skintone varies with their location and how much time an individual spends out in the sun, from fair to a deep tan. Amazonian culture puts great value on bonds between Amazons, and on the sun. They feel the sun is responsible for much of their food, for the warm climate they enjoy... so much of it relies on the sun. Amazons are of average magical talent, occasionally producing exceptional magi, and are also remarkably capable metalworkers. However, their metalworking still pales in comparison to dwarven smiths. They are frequently talented hunters as well. Amazons have a long lifespan, staying youthful and fit for almost their entire lives.
Other races: Other races found in Iliogis, or at least near to it, include...
Wild Flora/fauna: Notable forms of wildlife in Iliogis include the horse-variants, pegasi and unicorns. Flying horses and horses baring a single, sharp horn respectively. Both are tamed as mounts by the Amazons. These are not the only animals in Iliogis, of course. The land features many animals, such as deer, bears, and other more conventional wildlife. However, the most dangerous the the wild creatures native to Iliogis is the fearsome Kaiser Lizard. Massive reptile-like predators with huge, strong jaws, long, muscular legs, and small, two-fingered hands, they are an extremely dangerous creature. Thankfully, they are also quite rare.
Specialization: Hunting, Fishing, and Warfare
National History: It is believed that Amazons were originally human settlers of Iliogis, long, long ago. It is not entirely clear how they came to be in their current state, as records are rather scattered even for the Amazons themselves. Many Amazonian historians have attempted to delve into this at one point or another, but failed to secure any useful information. However, there are many records after the emergence of the Amazons as a people. In the beginning, they were rather scattered, various towns headed by a single elder. They came into contact with the other native people of Iliogis, the harpies, the nem, and even the mermaids for the Amazons dwelling on the coast. Contact between these races varied, though for the most part it was positive. Still, there were occasional skirmishes and even battles, mostly between the Amazons rather than between the different races. As time wore on, however, they began to realize how much they shared in terms of beliefs. For all Amazons held great value in the bonds between one another, and the Sun. This lead them to a simple conclusion: At one point, the Amazons had been one people. It made perfect sense among them, their beliefs, the fact that all of them were female, all of it. This began the Great Unification, the diplomatic meeting between all the Amazonian communities. They became united as a race, working as a whole. The system of Elders as a government was abolished, and replaced with a council of elected representatives. They were stationed in the largest of the Amazons' towns, Prasikoila, until the construction of the coastal capital Ilioevnoipolis was completed. Even prior to the arrival of Reon, the Amazons had a strong belief in a sun goddess. And after her arrival and the proof of her nature, there was little hesitation in worshipping her. Cathedrals, elegant structures dedicated to the goddess, now dot the land of Iliogis. Even belief in a moon goddess by the Nem has been assimilated into Reon worship.
Alliances: TBA(decided in thread and RP)
Enemies: TBA(the same)
Notable People:
Other: N/A
Well, I've finished the nation at least, so I guess I'll post what I have so far. The god is a major WIP at the moment, but hopefully I'll get him finished tomorrow. But we'll see.
...Also I think I wrote way too much, eheh. ^^;
...Also I think I wrote way too much, eheh. ^^;
• Name: Gnollengrom Whitebeard
• Title(s): The Great Ancestor, Lord of the Blacksmiths, Master of the Forge, the White Dwarf, the Mountain King, Karak Gromthi. In his aspect as god of vengeance, he is known as Grudgebreaker.
• Seat of Power: The great dwarven city of Karaz Grimazul (lit. "Unyielding Iron Mountain", more commonly refered to by outsiders as "Steelridge").
• Divine Aspects: Dwarves, mining, smithing, craftsmanship, the forge, mountains, volcanoes, engineering, alcohol and vengeance. So basically all the things that make up dwarven culture.
• Appearance:
His primary form looks pretty much like this. He's of similar size to most dwarves in this form, standing at about four feet tall.
His secondary form, the terrifying god of vengeance Grudgebreaker, is one that he very rarely assumes. When he does, though, he takes the form of a giant dwarf, towering over the castles of men, whose hair and beard are made of bright red flames symbolizing both the primal power of the volcano and the burning passion dwarves have for righting wrongs and avenging grudges.
• Artifacts:
•• Karaz Maraz (lit. "Mountain Splitter"): Gnollengrom's mighty axe. WIP
• Unique abilities: WIP
• Personal History: WIP
• Personality: WIP
• Other: WIP
• Title(s): The Great Ancestor, Lord of the Blacksmiths, Master of the Forge, the White Dwarf, the Mountain King, Karak Gromthi. In his aspect as god of vengeance, he is known as Grudgebreaker.
• Seat of Power: The great dwarven city of Karaz Grimazul (lit. "Unyielding Iron Mountain", more commonly refered to by outsiders as "Steelridge").
• Divine Aspects: Dwarves, mining, smithing, craftsmanship, the forge, mountains, volcanoes, engineering, alcohol and vengeance. So basically all the things that make up dwarven culture.
• Appearance:
His primary form looks pretty much like this. He's of similar size to most dwarves in this form, standing at about four feet tall.
His secondary form, the terrifying god of vengeance Grudgebreaker, is one that he very rarely assumes. When he does, though, he takes the form of a giant dwarf, towering over the castles of men, whose hair and beard are made of bright red flames symbolizing both the primal power of the volcano and the burning passion dwarves have for righting wrongs and avenging grudges.
• Artifacts:
•• Karaz Maraz (lit. "Mountain Splitter"): Gnollengrom's mighty axe. WIP
• Unique abilities: WIP
• Personal History: WIP
• Personality: WIP
• Other: WIP
• Name: Khazukan Ankor (lit. "Dwarf Realm")
• Location: A great mountain range (possibly the largest in the world) that runs down the length of one of the continents of the world. Whilst the nothernmost territories are almost perpetually covered in snow, the southernmost keeps are in more temperate areas. The dwarven cites are built within the very mountains themselves, and are all interconnected by a vast network of tunnels and passageways beneath the earth. Whilst most of these are well maintained and safe, more than a few of these tunnels have fallen into disrepair for numerous reasons (although not because the dwarves did a shoddy job), becoming treacherous caverns prone to cave-ins, gas leaks and attacks by goblins, trolls and other, even more vicious and unspeakable horrors.
• Government: The Khazukan Ankor is divided amongst several dwarven clans, each with an appointed high elder who rules over them and provides for their welfare. Each of these high elders is also part of a council that meets at Karaz Grimazul once every year to discuss how the clans are faring, what they could do to make things better and generally grumbling about how things aren't as good as they used to be and how the beardlings take all of the advances the dwarf race has made over the years for granted. Naturally, Gnollengrom Whitebeard has a seat on this council, although he is notably not the high elder of Karaz Grimazul; this spot is instead taken by the dwarven king.
• Dominant race: As could be expected from the name, the Khazukan Ankor is primarily populated by dwarves. Dwarves are short, strong, stocky people with an average lifespan of roughly five centuries, and each one of them (including the females; outsiders find it impossible to differentiate dwarven females from males, whilst the dwarves seem to have no problems whatsoever for some reason) possesses a long, often magnificently styled beard. Dwarves respect age and wisdom above all other things, and the beard is seen as the ultimate symbol of both these things; dwarves know to respect someone with a longer and more magnificent beard than them, and one of the gravest insults that can issued to a dwarf is to claim their beard is unkempt or scruffy (and don't even think about suggesting they should shave; wars have been started over such comments, even if they were only offhand and said without thinking). Dwarves are a straightforward folk, as blunt as hammers and as stubborn and unmoving as the mountains. They are without exception honest, hardworking folk; in fact it is almost physically impossible for a dwarf to lie, cheat or cut corners on a job. Whilst they are aware of the fact that other races are not as honest as they are, they take breaches of faith very seriously; added to that the fact that they can hold grudges for a long time and believe that no wrongdoing should go unpunished means that abusing the trust of a dwarf is one of the worst mistakes you can ever make. The most extreme insult in the dwarven language, "unbaraki", translates as "oathbreaker", which just goes to show how seriously they treat such things. On the other hand, if you uphold your end of a bargain and gain a dwarf's trust, you will gain a staunch friend not just for life, but for your descendants' lives too. Whilst they find physical concepts incredibly easy to get their heads around, dwarves struggle when it comes to the abstract and insubstantial; thus, they are completely unable to get their heads around magic unless it has first been beaten into some kind of item, although this is something they are very good at doing. As mentioned below, dwarves craft the finest magical items and weapons in the world. As for things they like, dwarves are especially fond of two things: gold and booze. Dwarves love gold so much that their language contains at least fifty different words for it, describing differences in softness, luster and other details that the other races would see as insignificant. As for booze, well... Dwarven brewers, just like their blacksmiths, are widely considered to be the greatest in the world at their craft, and most taverns and inns will have at least one barrel of genuine dwarven ale as the most expensive item on their menu. Notably, dwarves have no gender inequality; many outsiders joke that this is because no-one can tell the difference between the two genders, making discrimination nigh-impossible.
• Other races:
•• Humans: Living atop and around the mountains of the Khazukan Ankor are several scattered human villages. These humans are mostly farmers, and for several generations they have engaged in trade with the dwarves. Due to providing the dwarves with things they would otherwise struggle to get on their own, they have been noted as being true friends of the mountain dwellers, and thus the dwarves try their best to make sure no harm comes to them. They do not take kindly to others messing with their friends.
•• Giants: As their name would suggest, giants are physical opposites of dwarves, being gigantic humanoids of at least 15m tall. They are noted as not being very intelligent, but making up for it with their sheer brute strength. It is unusual to come across more than one or two at a time, and so it can be assumed that they are solitary creatures; this is rather fortunate for both the dwarves and humans living around the mountains, as they are known to hunt and eat both if given the chance.
•• Cave Goblins: Diminuative greenskinned creatures that are even shorter than the dwarves and have a mean streak almost as large as the mountain range making up the Khazukan Ankor. They wear black cloaks to help them hide in the shadows of the underway and wage a war of attrition against the dwarves. It's not sure just how this war began, but for as long as anyone can remember the two races have been at war for underground supremacy. Whilst the goblins are not as strong or technologically adept as the dwarves, they are fiendishly cunning and often set traps for poor, unsuspecting dwarves. For this and many other reasons, they are considered to be eternal blood enemies of the dwarves.
• Wild Flora/fauna:
•• Above Ground: Atop and around the mountains many hardy animals live, such as wild goats, sheep, highland cattle and bears. Griffons make their nests on the hilltops, and trolls roam the land at night looking for unlucky victims to devour. To the north, yetis and mammoths make their home, whilst to the south creatures such as owlbears and wyverns are often sighted. There are no notably unusual plants above ground, as they are mostly regular trees, flowers, crops and the occassional fungi.
•• The Underway: The caves and tunnels running beneath the mountains are home to many creatures other than the dwarves and goblins. Many species of spider inhabit the dark caverns, from ones only slightly bigger than a speck of dust to the collosal Tyranterror Trolleater (who at their smallest are still the size of a small house), many of them carrying deadly poisons. The most notable of these, however, is the giant cave spider, an arachnid about the size of a small pony that is used as a mount by cave goblins. Large bats and moles are also known to dwell in the dark catacombs, although none of them grow as large as the Tyranterror. Trolls often head into the underground in order to escape the rays of the sun, and have been known to ambush anyone who gets lost in the dark. Most dreaded of all the creatures of the underground, however, are the mighty Despot Dragons, gargantuan winged reptiles whose scales are like steel and whose breath is like an inferno. Those creatures are the only beings in the world with a greater lust for gold than the dwarves, and they have been known to attack dwarven cities in order to claim their vaults for themselves. Despite the dwarves being mighty warriors, even they struggle against these beasts, and more than a few fortresses have been conquered by these avaricious beasts. They are seen as such a threat that they have been declared an enemy of the dwarven race so hated that they must be exterminated.
As far as non-animal life in the underway goes, many types of moss, lichen and fungi grow in the dark, many of which dwarves cultivate for food. One notable plant is the glow moss, which true to its name glows faintly in the dark. This is a very important plant to dwarves, as it only grows nearby a stone that they call "Zharrkar" (lit. "Fire Stone") and which other races know as Sun Stone, a miraculous mineral that glows bright enough to light up a dark cave to look like a bright, clear day. Of the fungi that grow, many of them are both edible and delicious; however, many of them are also highly toxic. Dwarves are expected to know the difference between dinner and death. Most delicious of all fungi found underground is the rare Rainbow Mushroom, so named due to its beautiful, multicoloured cap. However, not only is it incredibly tasty, it is also a strong hallucinogenic in its raw form, and only through thorough cooking does it become safe to eat without any side-effects. Notably, the Rainbow Mushroom is the most well known ingredient of Brewmaster Grizdal Lemonbrick's infamous Fungus Brew.
• Specialization: Mining, industry and craftsmanship. As the dwarves live underground, mining is an essential part of life, allowing them to expand their territories. Not only that, but the rich mineral deposits in the mountains lead to them often coming across gemstones and metal ores, the three most important of these being gold (which is a subject of some obsession for the dwarves), iron (the source of dwarven steel), and orichalcum. Orichalcum is a strange metal that is noted for being quite possibly the best magical conductor in the world, and when smelted with steel it forms the dwarves' most prized metal (well, second most prized after gold), orichalchite. Orichalchite is not only stronger than steel, but is the best metal for forging magical weapons and armour with, as the alloy is able to amplify the enchantments put upon it to increase their power without risk to the structural integrity of the item in question. Dwarves are incredibly skilled with metalwork, blacksmithing and crafting magical items, as whilst they cannot use magic to throw out fireballs with a fingersnap they are most adept at hammering it into physical objects through the engraving of magical runes. In fact, their skills with the forge are unmatched by any race, and dwarf-crafted weapons and armour are in high demand, forming a large part of their trade.
In addition, dwarves are easily one of the most technologically advanced races in the world, having long ago discovered the secrets of steam power and gunpowder; only the oldest and most traditional minded dwarves still cling to their crossbows rather than the newer and more powerful muskets. Steam power have became a simple fact of life for the dwarves, as the great gates to their mighty fortresses utilise mightly steam-powered pistons to open and close, and their mining operations are assisted by minecarts pulled by small steam locomotives. Travel between the cities of the Khazukan Ankor is much easier than it was in the old days, thanks to a simple yet growing system of railways.
Finally, and what many races consider to be their most important craft, dwarven ale is considered the finest in the world. Even the lowest grade ale they produce is equal to some of the greatest drinks of other races, and the most famous dwarf brews such as Lemonbrick Premium and the notorious Fungus Brew are known to sell for outrageous prices for even a single glass.
• National History: Ages ago during the dawn of history, the dwarves were little more than a scattered series of tribes living upon the mountains, a primitive race far in the shadow of what they are today. The dwarves of old were hunted by the creatures of the mountains, their numbers dwindling with every passing day as they had nowhere to hide and no way to defend themselves. But just when all hope seemed lost, he appeared. Gnollengrom Whitebeard, venerated by all dwarves as the Great Ancestor, taught them the secrets of stone and iron, how to forge mighty weapons to defend themselves with and more importantly the secrets of mining. From here on, the dwarves fortunes reversed themselves, as they began to carve out their underground kingdom. In their subterranean homes the dwarves were kept safe from the monsters who preyed on them, their underground nation growing rapidly as they dug farther and deeper. Under the guidance of the Great Ancestor, they learned more and more about the mountains, and when they first came across a seam of orichalcum ore he bestowed upon them the knowledge of crafting magical items through the application of mystical runes. Proud of how quickly they had picked up the secrets of the mountains, Gnollengrom Whitebeard decided to leave them mostly to their own devices, only occassionally directly influencing them. After all, he saw them as his beloved children, and wanted them to find their own feet, to grow and learn to fend for themselves rather than to rely entirely on divine intervention. Whilst they have faced their hardships, such as goblin ambushes and attacks by despot dragons, the dwarves have stood as unflinching and unmoving as their mountain homes, a stalwart race who will break through any crisis with courage, hard work and a stubborn refusal to stay down when knocked over. Recently (as in the past few centuries), they have been experiencing a kind of industrial revolution, with the Age of Steam gradually overtaking the old Age of Iron as new ways of thinking and new ideas for tools and machinery are put forward by the Engineer's Guild. Truly, today is a marvelous time to be a dwarf, even if the old longbeards grumble about it being better in the good old days, when things were simpler and there was none of these fancy-schmancy steam engines and what's so wrong with the reliable old crossbow that they needed to replace it with those filthy new muskets and in their day it was just so much better and the young beardlings will be the death of good old fashioned dwarven values just yet, mark their words...
• Alliances: TBA
• Enemies: TBA
• Notable People:
•• High King Bjorn Goldhammer: As Gnollengrom Whitebeard prefers to see himself as more of an advisor than a ruler, the king of Karaz Grimazul is considered to be the de facto leader of the dwarven race. Bjorn Goldhammer is probably the most definitive example of a dwarf, being possessed of a somewhat grim and workmanlike demeanour when discussing serious business, but whilst amongst friends he is boisterous and hotblooded; he is one who repays kindness with kindness alike, and whose fiery passion for justice and punishing evildoers is an inspiration to all dwarfkind. Whilst he is known for wishing for peace amongst the different races and his attempts to forge alliances with others, he is also prepared for war if it becomes inevitable. Not only is he a great tactitian who uses the geography of the dwarven realms to their advantage, he is also a mighty warrior in his own right. At all times, he carries the heirloom of the kings of Karaz Grimazul, the glittering golden-headed warhammer Bryn Grund, forged by Gnollengrom Whitebeard himself. So powerful is this weapon that it is said that anything that is struck in anger by it will instantly explode into a shower of gold dust, although this may be an exaggeration.
•• Helmut Ironclad, President of the Engineer's Guild: Quite possibly the greatest scientific mind on the planet, Helmut Ironclad is the brilliant mind behind the steam engine, an invention that revolutionized dwarven life. Despite getting on a bit in age, Helmut is something of a radical; he believes firmly in the progression of technology and the invention of new devices for bettering the lifestyles of the dwarves, which is rather at odds with the common "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" mentality of most dwarves his age. An expert in multiple fields, his true calling has always been engineering. The great steam-powered gates of Karaz Grimazul were designed by him, as was the small yet developing dwarven railway system. Currently, he is working on many new, even more radical projects, such as a collosal mining apparatus, a steam-propelled armoured war machine, a marvelous flying contraption that would allow dwarven rangers to scout the mountains from the skies, and a fully submersible aquatic vehicle. These projects, however, are still currently on the drawing board, but hopefully soon he will reach a breakthrough with one or more of them. As president of the Engineer's Guild, he is both a great teacher and an inspiration to the younger generation of engineers, who are dedicated to the same ideals as he is. In a way, they are like the miners, carving out the future of the dwarven race with the power of steel and steam; it is because of the guild that the dwarves are seen as one of the most technologically advanced races in the world.
•• Brewmaster Grizdal Lemonbrick: To many outside of the Khazukan Ankor, Grizdal Lemonbrick is the face of the dwarven kingdom. Literally, even, as his face is plastered on the bottles and kegs that contain the ale produced at his brewery, which is really more of a small city dedicated to the production of alcoholic beverages. Unusually for a dwarf, he is a rather jovial sort. Not to say that dwarves don't enjoy a good time, it's just that he's seen cheerfully laughing so often that it's generally assumed that he doesn't spit after tasting his brews to make sure they meet the quality expected of Lemonbrick Brewery. Possibly due to his constantly drunk status, he insists on being refered to as "Uncle Lemonbrick" by all. Despite his eccentricities, his skill is completely without question; he is without doubt the single greatest brewer in the world. Lemonbrick Premium, what the world considers to be his finest brew, goes for a hefty price outside of the Khazukan Ankor, and with good reason. As for what he considers to be his finest brew, the infamous Fungus Brew, well... Not only does it have mild hallucinogenic properties, but its alcohol content is so high that races without the fortitude and alcohol tolerance of the dwarves would drop dead of alcohol poisoning before they'd even drank half a glass, and even most dwarves find it hard to get through an entire glass without passing out.
• Other: Contrary to popular belief, dwarves don't eat rocks. Their cuisine is mostly composed of hearty stews and soups.
• Location: A great mountain range (possibly the largest in the world) that runs down the length of one of the continents of the world. Whilst the nothernmost territories are almost perpetually covered in snow, the southernmost keeps are in more temperate areas. The dwarven cites are built within the very mountains themselves, and are all interconnected by a vast network of tunnels and passageways beneath the earth. Whilst most of these are well maintained and safe, more than a few of these tunnels have fallen into disrepair for numerous reasons (although not because the dwarves did a shoddy job), becoming treacherous caverns prone to cave-ins, gas leaks and attacks by goblins, trolls and other, even more vicious and unspeakable horrors.
• Government: The Khazukan Ankor is divided amongst several dwarven clans, each with an appointed high elder who rules over them and provides for their welfare. Each of these high elders is also part of a council that meets at Karaz Grimazul once every year to discuss how the clans are faring, what they could do to make things better and generally grumbling about how things aren't as good as they used to be and how the beardlings take all of the advances the dwarf race has made over the years for granted. Naturally, Gnollengrom Whitebeard has a seat on this council, although he is notably not the high elder of Karaz Grimazul; this spot is instead taken by the dwarven king.
• Dominant race: As could be expected from the name, the Khazukan Ankor is primarily populated by dwarves. Dwarves are short, strong, stocky people with an average lifespan of roughly five centuries, and each one of them (including the females; outsiders find it impossible to differentiate dwarven females from males, whilst the dwarves seem to have no problems whatsoever for some reason) possesses a long, often magnificently styled beard. Dwarves respect age and wisdom above all other things, and the beard is seen as the ultimate symbol of both these things; dwarves know to respect someone with a longer and more magnificent beard than them, and one of the gravest insults that can issued to a dwarf is to claim their beard is unkempt or scruffy (and don't even think about suggesting they should shave; wars have been started over such comments, even if they were only offhand and said without thinking). Dwarves are a straightforward folk, as blunt as hammers and as stubborn and unmoving as the mountains. They are without exception honest, hardworking folk; in fact it is almost physically impossible for a dwarf to lie, cheat or cut corners on a job. Whilst they are aware of the fact that other races are not as honest as they are, they take breaches of faith very seriously; added to that the fact that they can hold grudges for a long time and believe that no wrongdoing should go unpunished means that abusing the trust of a dwarf is one of the worst mistakes you can ever make. The most extreme insult in the dwarven language, "unbaraki", translates as "oathbreaker", which just goes to show how seriously they treat such things. On the other hand, if you uphold your end of a bargain and gain a dwarf's trust, you will gain a staunch friend not just for life, but for your descendants' lives too. Whilst they find physical concepts incredibly easy to get their heads around, dwarves struggle when it comes to the abstract and insubstantial; thus, they are completely unable to get their heads around magic unless it has first been beaten into some kind of item, although this is something they are very good at doing. As mentioned below, dwarves craft the finest magical items and weapons in the world. As for things they like, dwarves are especially fond of two things: gold and booze. Dwarves love gold so much that their language contains at least fifty different words for it, describing differences in softness, luster and other details that the other races would see as insignificant. As for booze, well... Dwarven brewers, just like their blacksmiths, are widely considered to be the greatest in the world at their craft, and most taverns and inns will have at least one barrel of genuine dwarven ale as the most expensive item on their menu. Notably, dwarves have no gender inequality; many outsiders joke that this is because no-one can tell the difference between the two genders, making discrimination nigh-impossible.
• Other races:
•• Humans: Living atop and around the mountains of the Khazukan Ankor are several scattered human villages. These humans are mostly farmers, and for several generations they have engaged in trade with the dwarves. Due to providing the dwarves with things they would otherwise struggle to get on their own, they have been noted as being true friends of the mountain dwellers, and thus the dwarves try their best to make sure no harm comes to them. They do not take kindly to others messing with their friends.
•• Giants: As their name would suggest, giants are physical opposites of dwarves, being gigantic humanoids of at least 15m tall. They are noted as not being very intelligent, but making up for it with their sheer brute strength. It is unusual to come across more than one or two at a time, and so it can be assumed that they are solitary creatures; this is rather fortunate for both the dwarves and humans living around the mountains, as they are known to hunt and eat both if given the chance.
•• Cave Goblins: Diminuative greenskinned creatures that are even shorter than the dwarves and have a mean streak almost as large as the mountain range making up the Khazukan Ankor. They wear black cloaks to help them hide in the shadows of the underway and wage a war of attrition against the dwarves. It's not sure just how this war began, but for as long as anyone can remember the two races have been at war for underground supremacy. Whilst the goblins are not as strong or technologically adept as the dwarves, they are fiendishly cunning and often set traps for poor, unsuspecting dwarves. For this and many other reasons, they are considered to be eternal blood enemies of the dwarves.
• Wild Flora/fauna:
•• Above Ground: Atop and around the mountains many hardy animals live, such as wild goats, sheep, highland cattle and bears. Griffons make their nests on the hilltops, and trolls roam the land at night looking for unlucky victims to devour. To the north, yetis and mammoths make their home, whilst to the south creatures such as owlbears and wyverns are often sighted. There are no notably unusual plants above ground, as they are mostly regular trees, flowers, crops and the occassional fungi.
•• The Underway: The caves and tunnels running beneath the mountains are home to many creatures other than the dwarves and goblins. Many species of spider inhabit the dark caverns, from ones only slightly bigger than a speck of dust to the collosal Tyranterror Trolleater (who at their smallest are still the size of a small house), many of them carrying deadly poisons. The most notable of these, however, is the giant cave spider, an arachnid about the size of a small pony that is used as a mount by cave goblins. Large bats and moles are also known to dwell in the dark catacombs, although none of them grow as large as the Tyranterror. Trolls often head into the underground in order to escape the rays of the sun, and have been known to ambush anyone who gets lost in the dark. Most dreaded of all the creatures of the underground, however, are the mighty Despot Dragons, gargantuan winged reptiles whose scales are like steel and whose breath is like an inferno. Those creatures are the only beings in the world with a greater lust for gold than the dwarves, and they have been known to attack dwarven cities in order to claim their vaults for themselves. Despite the dwarves being mighty warriors, even they struggle against these beasts, and more than a few fortresses have been conquered by these avaricious beasts. They are seen as such a threat that they have been declared an enemy of the dwarven race so hated that they must be exterminated.
As far as non-animal life in the underway goes, many types of moss, lichen and fungi grow in the dark, many of which dwarves cultivate for food. One notable plant is the glow moss, which true to its name glows faintly in the dark. This is a very important plant to dwarves, as it only grows nearby a stone that they call "Zharrkar" (lit. "Fire Stone") and which other races know as Sun Stone, a miraculous mineral that glows bright enough to light up a dark cave to look like a bright, clear day. Of the fungi that grow, many of them are both edible and delicious; however, many of them are also highly toxic. Dwarves are expected to know the difference between dinner and death. Most delicious of all fungi found underground is the rare Rainbow Mushroom, so named due to its beautiful, multicoloured cap. However, not only is it incredibly tasty, it is also a strong hallucinogenic in its raw form, and only through thorough cooking does it become safe to eat without any side-effects. Notably, the Rainbow Mushroom is the most well known ingredient of Brewmaster Grizdal Lemonbrick's infamous Fungus Brew.
• Specialization: Mining, industry and craftsmanship. As the dwarves live underground, mining is an essential part of life, allowing them to expand their territories. Not only that, but the rich mineral deposits in the mountains lead to them often coming across gemstones and metal ores, the three most important of these being gold (which is a subject of some obsession for the dwarves), iron (the source of dwarven steel), and orichalcum. Orichalcum is a strange metal that is noted for being quite possibly the best magical conductor in the world, and when smelted with steel it forms the dwarves' most prized metal (well, second most prized after gold), orichalchite. Orichalchite is not only stronger than steel, but is the best metal for forging magical weapons and armour with, as the alloy is able to amplify the enchantments put upon it to increase their power without risk to the structural integrity of the item in question. Dwarves are incredibly skilled with metalwork, blacksmithing and crafting magical items, as whilst they cannot use magic to throw out fireballs with a fingersnap they are most adept at hammering it into physical objects through the engraving of magical runes. In fact, their skills with the forge are unmatched by any race, and dwarf-crafted weapons and armour are in high demand, forming a large part of their trade.
In addition, dwarves are easily one of the most technologically advanced races in the world, having long ago discovered the secrets of steam power and gunpowder; only the oldest and most traditional minded dwarves still cling to their crossbows rather than the newer and more powerful muskets. Steam power have became a simple fact of life for the dwarves, as the great gates to their mighty fortresses utilise mightly steam-powered pistons to open and close, and their mining operations are assisted by minecarts pulled by small steam locomotives. Travel between the cities of the Khazukan Ankor is much easier than it was in the old days, thanks to a simple yet growing system of railways.
Finally, and what many races consider to be their most important craft, dwarven ale is considered the finest in the world. Even the lowest grade ale they produce is equal to some of the greatest drinks of other races, and the most famous dwarf brews such as Lemonbrick Premium and the notorious Fungus Brew are known to sell for outrageous prices for even a single glass.
• National History: Ages ago during the dawn of history, the dwarves were little more than a scattered series of tribes living upon the mountains, a primitive race far in the shadow of what they are today. The dwarves of old were hunted by the creatures of the mountains, their numbers dwindling with every passing day as they had nowhere to hide and no way to defend themselves. But just when all hope seemed lost, he appeared. Gnollengrom Whitebeard, venerated by all dwarves as the Great Ancestor, taught them the secrets of stone and iron, how to forge mighty weapons to defend themselves with and more importantly the secrets of mining. From here on, the dwarves fortunes reversed themselves, as they began to carve out their underground kingdom. In their subterranean homes the dwarves were kept safe from the monsters who preyed on them, their underground nation growing rapidly as they dug farther and deeper. Under the guidance of the Great Ancestor, they learned more and more about the mountains, and when they first came across a seam of orichalcum ore he bestowed upon them the knowledge of crafting magical items through the application of mystical runes. Proud of how quickly they had picked up the secrets of the mountains, Gnollengrom Whitebeard decided to leave them mostly to their own devices, only occassionally directly influencing them. After all, he saw them as his beloved children, and wanted them to find their own feet, to grow and learn to fend for themselves rather than to rely entirely on divine intervention. Whilst they have faced their hardships, such as goblin ambushes and attacks by despot dragons, the dwarves have stood as unflinching and unmoving as their mountain homes, a stalwart race who will break through any crisis with courage, hard work and a stubborn refusal to stay down when knocked over. Recently (as in the past few centuries), they have been experiencing a kind of industrial revolution, with the Age of Steam gradually overtaking the old Age of Iron as new ways of thinking and new ideas for tools and machinery are put forward by the Engineer's Guild. Truly, today is a marvelous time to be a dwarf, even if the old longbeards grumble about it being better in the good old days, when things were simpler and there was none of these fancy-schmancy steam engines and what's so wrong with the reliable old crossbow that they needed to replace it with those filthy new muskets and in their day it was just so much better and the young beardlings will be the death of good old fashioned dwarven values just yet, mark their words...
• Alliances: TBA
• Enemies: TBA
• Notable People:
•• High King Bjorn Goldhammer: As Gnollengrom Whitebeard prefers to see himself as more of an advisor than a ruler, the king of Karaz Grimazul is considered to be the de facto leader of the dwarven race. Bjorn Goldhammer is probably the most definitive example of a dwarf, being possessed of a somewhat grim and workmanlike demeanour when discussing serious business, but whilst amongst friends he is boisterous and hotblooded; he is one who repays kindness with kindness alike, and whose fiery passion for justice and punishing evildoers is an inspiration to all dwarfkind. Whilst he is known for wishing for peace amongst the different races and his attempts to forge alliances with others, he is also prepared for war if it becomes inevitable. Not only is he a great tactitian who uses the geography of the dwarven realms to their advantage, he is also a mighty warrior in his own right. At all times, he carries the heirloom of the kings of Karaz Grimazul, the glittering golden-headed warhammer Bryn Grund, forged by Gnollengrom Whitebeard himself. So powerful is this weapon that it is said that anything that is struck in anger by it will instantly explode into a shower of gold dust, although this may be an exaggeration.
•• Helmut Ironclad, President of the Engineer's Guild: Quite possibly the greatest scientific mind on the planet, Helmut Ironclad is the brilliant mind behind the steam engine, an invention that revolutionized dwarven life. Despite getting on a bit in age, Helmut is something of a radical; he believes firmly in the progression of technology and the invention of new devices for bettering the lifestyles of the dwarves, which is rather at odds with the common "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" mentality of most dwarves his age. An expert in multiple fields, his true calling has always been engineering. The great steam-powered gates of Karaz Grimazul were designed by him, as was the small yet developing dwarven railway system. Currently, he is working on many new, even more radical projects, such as a collosal mining apparatus, a steam-propelled armoured war machine, a marvelous flying contraption that would allow dwarven rangers to scout the mountains from the skies, and a fully submersible aquatic vehicle. These projects, however, are still currently on the drawing board, but hopefully soon he will reach a breakthrough with one or more of them. As president of the Engineer's Guild, he is both a great teacher and an inspiration to the younger generation of engineers, who are dedicated to the same ideals as he is. In a way, they are like the miners, carving out the future of the dwarven race with the power of steel and steam; it is because of the guild that the dwarves are seen as one of the most technologically advanced races in the world.
•• Brewmaster Grizdal Lemonbrick: To many outside of the Khazukan Ankor, Grizdal Lemonbrick is the face of the dwarven kingdom. Literally, even, as his face is plastered on the bottles and kegs that contain the ale produced at his brewery, which is really more of a small city dedicated to the production of alcoholic beverages. Unusually for a dwarf, he is a rather jovial sort. Not to say that dwarves don't enjoy a good time, it's just that he's seen cheerfully laughing so often that it's generally assumed that he doesn't spit after tasting his brews to make sure they meet the quality expected of Lemonbrick Brewery. Possibly due to his constantly drunk status, he insists on being refered to as "Uncle Lemonbrick" by all. Despite his eccentricities, his skill is completely without question; he is without doubt the single greatest brewer in the world. Lemonbrick Premium, what the world considers to be his finest brew, goes for a hefty price outside of the Khazukan Ankor, and with good reason. As for what he considers to be his finest brew, the infamous Fungus Brew, well... Not only does it have mild hallucinogenic properties, but its alcohol content is so high that races without the fortitude and alcohol tolerance of the dwarves would drop dead of alcohol poisoning before they'd even drank half a glass, and even most dwarves find it hard to get through an entire glass without passing out.
• Other: Contrary to popular belief, dwarves don't eat rocks. Their cuisine is mostly composed of hearty stews and soups.
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VitaVitaAR said
I know I can edit, but I think it's easier to post a new version then making the GM follow a link back to my edited bio.
It isn't. If you're trying to make adjustments for convenience, the only one I'd recommend besides using the edit function is putting your sheet in a hider.
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Name: Helfie
Titles: Misfit God,
Caretaker of the Lost,
Light in the Dark,
Goddess of the Depths,
Humble One.
Seat of Power: A simple, seemingly run-down shrine located close to the most populated area in Neath. While small, made of wood and not particularly ornate, the Lone Shrine is a homely place, one that serves as a guidepost for all those wishing to traverse the Underworld. No matter where one is when they enter the Underworld, they will naturally be guided to this place...
Divine Aspects: The Underworld, Harmony
Appearance: Depending on which of her Aspects currently hold the greatest influence over her, Helfie takes on one of two forms. She likely has other forms she may take, she simply has no need to take them.
Base Form
In her simplest, most pure form, Helfie takes the appearance of a very young, fair-skinned girl wearing little but ragged rags. Her long hair flows from her head in messy waves, and seems to constantly be in motion due to some imaginary, unseen breeze. Her eyes shine a brilliant, pure white hue that can be seen even across great distances, contrasting strongly with her otherwise mundane appearance. Her body, while often dirty from guiding people through the tunnels of Neath, is surprisingly without blemish or impurity.
Primal Form
The relatively monstrous form of Helfie when her Underworld Aspect is at the height of its strength. She appears like a young girl with breathtaking, pure-white hair and maddeningly black eyes. From the waist down, she has the body of a many-tentacled fiend of sorts, with 15 large, strong arms each possessing countless suckers on their undersides. Above the waist, she possesses a body quite similar to her base form, without the rags or dirt. While her tentacles seem a terrifying sight, they are mostly used to save people from cave-ins and to convince monsters to join Neath, as opposed to grasping and killing enemies.
Artifacts:
Seed of the Underworld
A seed that, once planted, will rapidly grow into one of the many Horrors of the Underworld. Whether it is a colossal flesh-eating worm, or a rapidly spreading fungus with poison spores, it will always be immensely dangerous to Helfie's enemies, while not nearly as much to Helfie or her followers. After the Horror is no longer needed, the Seed is able to be converted back into its original form, allowing for unlimited usages. Any aftereffects of what is summoned, such as lingering spores or pools of acid, will remain even after the original threat has been converted back into a Seed.
Concordia's Providence
A chalice that is able to fill itself with either pure water, the essence of happiness or healing water. May only produce more of its drinks once it has been drained entirely, and the liquids created can not be used for anything besides drinking. The ordinary water created is very refreshing, while the essence of happiness will bring the drinker temporary elation, regardless of prior feelings. The healing water created by the Chalice can regenerate wounds up to a moderate degree in any individual who drinks from it, but does no extend to restoring lost limbs or damage to certain vital organs, such as the brain or heart. The healing water also cures many ailments and negates poison, but does not actually quench the drinker's thirst.
Abilities:
Abyssal Radiance
Power of unknown origin that has been sealed hastily into Helfie's eyes, giving them their distinctive glow. Using this glow, she is able to inspire fear and subservience in any monster save those in the deepest parts of the Underworld. Naturally, this means that she may also inspire overwhelming amounts of fear in virtually any other living creature, but she dislikes using her power on any but the most bloodthirsty, mindless fiends. Her eyes can do more than just scare people, they are also able to light up any gloom no matter how dark, to the point of creating artificial daylight if she focuses her power strongly enough. Looking directly into her eyes for extended periods of time can cause temporary blindness. Finally, when in her Primal Form, her eyes seem to glow with an impossible black light, darkening things to the same degree as her Base Eyes brighten them. Notably improves the fear effect in her Primal Form as well.
Harmonize
The healing power of Helfie that restores injuries of heart, mind and spirit. Using it, she is able to easily bring individuals with such injuries into her embrace and convert them into her followers. Any people converted in this fashion will become absolutely devoted to her, making what would ordinarily be a problematic enemy into a powerful, unwavering ally. Theoretically, she could intentionally take measures to inflict emotional harm on people, which would in turn convert them into her undying followers. She probably wouldn't do this, though.
Personal History: At first, Helfie didn't have much of a purpose. She wandered listlessly through the Underworld, searching for something to make her own. She isn't sure how long it took, but some time later she discovered the first of the Cursed. They followed her brilliant eyes through the gloom, letting her guide them to the place where Neath would eventually be founded. They hailed her and celebrated her beauty, for she was the only thing in that endless darkness that gave off light. To them, she was the only thing in the world that was beautiful. Gradually, more and more of their kind were guided to her side, until eventually there was a large group forming around her. They built her a shrine, they paid her tribute, they even held celebrations in order to please her. So, in return, Helfie left them. She scoured the deepest Depths of the Underworld, searching for the thing she knew existed there. When she finally returned, grasped in her hands were spores from the Deep. She planted these spores near her shrine, and they quickly grew into towering, light-producing mushrooms.
The cursed were glad, and by cultivating these mushrooms, they began creating a civilization. Still, they never forgot about the girl who had shown them light, and still paid tribute to her as usual. They didn't have much, but a share of everything they had would always go to the Goddess. She was happy, because she had found purpose...
At some point far in the past, Helfie travelled to a place that exists far beneath the Underworld. She makes no mention of what she saw there, just that it was terrible beyond any comparison.
Personality: Helfie is...pure. Having made her home in the gutter of the world, she has seen more than her fair share of mortal despair, just as much as she has experienced mortal spirit. Among Gods, she is probably the one who understands mortals best, and notably doesn't express any real desire to rule over them. Still, she cares dearly for those within her influence, particularly within the Neath, and will do what she must to protect them. She keeps to herself and dislikes conflict, making her commonly misunderstood by the other Gods, who may think her weak. She has no wish to conquer or make enemies, but she will follow her "Family" to any ends, even if it means she must go to war.
Vulnerable to mental and spiritual corruption, although extreme measures would need to be taken.
Titles: Misfit God,
Caretaker of the Lost,
Light in the Dark,
Goddess of the Depths,
Humble One.
Seat of Power: A simple, seemingly run-down shrine located close to the most populated area in Neath. While small, made of wood and not particularly ornate, the Lone Shrine is a homely place, one that serves as a guidepost for all those wishing to traverse the Underworld. No matter where one is when they enter the Underworld, they will naturally be guided to this place...
Divine Aspects: The Underworld, Harmony
Appearance: Depending on which of her Aspects currently hold the greatest influence over her, Helfie takes on one of two forms. She likely has other forms she may take, she simply has no need to take them.
Base Form
In her simplest, most pure form, Helfie takes the appearance of a very young, fair-skinned girl wearing little but ragged rags. Her long hair flows from her head in messy waves, and seems to constantly be in motion due to some imaginary, unseen breeze. Her eyes shine a brilliant, pure white hue that can be seen even across great distances, contrasting strongly with her otherwise mundane appearance. Her body, while often dirty from guiding people through the tunnels of Neath, is surprisingly without blemish or impurity.
Primal Form
The relatively monstrous form of Helfie when her Underworld Aspect is at the height of its strength. She appears like a young girl with breathtaking, pure-white hair and maddeningly black eyes. From the waist down, she has the body of a many-tentacled fiend of sorts, with 15 large, strong arms each possessing countless suckers on their undersides. Above the waist, she possesses a body quite similar to her base form, without the rags or dirt. While her tentacles seem a terrifying sight, they are mostly used to save people from cave-ins and to convince monsters to join Neath, as opposed to grasping and killing enemies.
Artifacts:
Seed of the Underworld
A seed that, once planted, will rapidly grow into one of the many Horrors of the Underworld. Whether it is a colossal flesh-eating worm, or a rapidly spreading fungus with poison spores, it will always be immensely dangerous to Helfie's enemies, while not nearly as much to Helfie or her followers. After the Horror is no longer needed, the Seed is able to be converted back into its original form, allowing for unlimited usages. Any aftereffects of what is summoned, such as lingering spores or pools of acid, will remain even after the original threat has been converted back into a Seed.
Concordia's Providence
A chalice that is able to fill itself with either pure water, the essence of happiness or healing water. May only produce more of its drinks once it has been drained entirely, and the liquids created can not be used for anything besides drinking. The ordinary water created is very refreshing, while the essence of happiness will bring the drinker temporary elation, regardless of prior feelings. The healing water created by the Chalice can regenerate wounds up to a moderate degree in any individual who drinks from it, but does no extend to restoring lost limbs or damage to certain vital organs, such as the brain or heart. The healing water also cures many ailments and negates poison, but does not actually quench the drinker's thirst.
Abilities:
Abyssal Radiance
Power of unknown origin that has been sealed hastily into Helfie's eyes, giving them their distinctive glow. Using this glow, she is able to inspire fear and subservience in any monster save those in the deepest parts of the Underworld. Naturally, this means that she may also inspire overwhelming amounts of fear in virtually any other living creature, but she dislikes using her power on any but the most bloodthirsty, mindless fiends. Her eyes can do more than just scare people, they are also able to light up any gloom no matter how dark, to the point of creating artificial daylight if she focuses her power strongly enough. Looking directly into her eyes for extended periods of time can cause temporary blindness. Finally, when in her Primal Form, her eyes seem to glow with an impossible black light, darkening things to the same degree as her Base Eyes brighten them. Notably improves the fear effect in her Primal Form as well.
Harmonize
The healing power of Helfie that restores injuries of heart, mind and spirit. Using it, she is able to easily bring individuals with such injuries into her embrace and convert them into her followers. Any people converted in this fashion will become absolutely devoted to her, making what would ordinarily be a problematic enemy into a powerful, unwavering ally. Theoretically, she could intentionally take measures to inflict emotional harm on people, which would in turn convert them into her undying followers. She probably wouldn't do this, though.
Personal History: At first, Helfie didn't have much of a purpose. She wandered listlessly through the Underworld, searching for something to make her own. She isn't sure how long it took, but some time later she discovered the first of the Cursed. They followed her brilliant eyes through the gloom, letting her guide them to the place where Neath would eventually be founded. They hailed her and celebrated her beauty, for she was the only thing in that endless darkness that gave off light. To them, she was the only thing in the world that was beautiful. Gradually, more and more of their kind were guided to her side, until eventually there was a large group forming around her. They built her a shrine, they paid her tribute, they even held celebrations in order to please her. So, in return, Helfie left them. She scoured the deepest Depths of the Underworld, searching for the thing she knew existed there. When she finally returned, grasped in her hands were spores from the Deep. She planted these spores near her shrine, and they quickly grew into towering, light-producing mushrooms.
The cursed were glad, and by cultivating these mushrooms, they began creating a civilization. Still, they never forgot about the girl who had shown them light, and still paid tribute to her as usual. They didn't have much, but a share of everything they had would always go to the Goddess. She was happy, because she had found purpose...
At some point far in the past, Helfie travelled to a place that exists far beneath the Underworld. She makes no mention of what she saw there, just that it was terrible beyond any comparison.
Personality: Helfie is...pure. Having made her home in the gutter of the world, she has seen more than her fair share of mortal despair, just as much as she has experienced mortal spirit. Among Gods, she is probably the one who understands mortals best, and notably doesn't express any real desire to rule over them. Still, she cares dearly for those within her influence, particularly within the Neath, and will do what she must to protect them. She keeps to herself and dislikes conflict, making her commonly misunderstood by the other Gods, who may think her weak. She has no wish to conquer or make enemies, but she will follow her "Family" to any ends, even if it means she must go to war.
Vulnerable to mental and spiritual corruption, although extreme measures would need to be taken.
I bet you read Helfie's CS and wondered to yourself, "Hey, what the fuck is an Underworld and where can I get one?"
Well, you came to the right place, here is where I'm going to tell you all about the wonders and terrors of: THE UNDERWORLD.
Now, the Underworld is actually an entirely physical region that exists below the surface of our lovely little land. But it's not just one or two silly caverns, there is actually more space in the underworld than there is on the entirety of the surface world combined! Now, what are you going to find in the Underworld? Lots of caves, the entire place is a massive subterranean network of caverns, natural tunnels, underground rivers and even a few entirely underground oceans! Now, doesn't that sound great? But if it's so great, why doesn't everybody go there? Well, the Underworld is no pushover, it's full of all sorts of nasties that are way stronger than anything you would find on the surface. Only Helfie, Goddess of the Underworld, is able to traverse this place safely. What's worse is that the further down you go in the Underworld, the more dangerous things get!
Now, just as the Underworld exists below the Surface World, there is also a place beneath the Underworld called the Abyss. Nobody but Helfie has ever been there before, though, and it is most definitely not a safe place to be for anybody.
Well, you came to the right place, here is where I'm going to tell you all about the wonders and terrors of: THE UNDERWORLD.
Now, the Underworld is actually an entirely physical region that exists below the surface of our lovely little land. But it's not just one or two silly caverns, there is actually more space in the underworld than there is on the entirety of the surface world combined! Now, what are you going to find in the Underworld? Lots of caves, the entire place is a massive subterranean network of caverns, natural tunnels, underground rivers and even a few entirely underground oceans! Now, doesn't that sound great? But if it's so great, why doesn't everybody go there? Well, the Underworld is no pushover, it's full of all sorts of nasties that are way stronger than anything you would find on the surface. Only Helfie, Goddess of the Underworld, is able to traverse this place safely. What's worse is that the further down you go in the Underworld, the more dangerous things get!
Now, just as the Underworld exists below the Surface World, there is also a place beneath the Underworld called the Abyss. Nobody but Helfie has ever been there before, though, and it is most definitely not a safe place to be for anybody.
Name: Neath
Location: Spanning an extensive network of caverns across multiple layers of the underworld, Neath is not lacking in size or variety despite not having any footing in the Surface World.
Government: Many Gods personally oversee their nations, but some nations have elected officials, and other ruling mortal parties.
Dominant race: [hider=Cursed]A race of people that may have once been human, doomed to wander the depths of the Underworld with no hope for salvation. They often have hideous, sometimes debilitating mutations or special powers that they evolved due to their horrific enviroment. No two Cursed are exactly alike, although there are some that display similarities based on area.
Location: Spanning an extensive network of caverns across multiple layers of the underworld, Neath is not lacking in size or variety despite not having any footing in the Surface World.
Government: Many Gods personally oversee their nations, but some nations have elected officials, and other ruling mortal parties.
Dominant race: [hider=Cursed]A race of people that may have once been human, doomed to wander the depths of the Underworld with no hope for salvation. They often have hideous, sometimes debilitating mutations or special powers that they evolved due to their horrific enviroment. No two Cursed are exactly alike, although there are some that display similarities based on area.
Other races:
HALF SPIDER. HALF MAN.
Like Driders, but more humanoid and less monstrous.
Like fungus, but a guy.
Sometimes called "Dark Elves" or "Deep Folk".
Spooky.
Wild Flora/fauna: What wild animals inhabit your nation's territory? Be sure to explain their appearance, and abilities.
Specialization: Being Spooky
National History:
Alliances:
Enemies:
Notable People: These can be god-chosen champions or politicians. Anyone of true importance to your nation
Other: [/hider]
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At the moment, I don't have time to review. Just popped in to state that Nex is co-gm for this. When I'm not around, he's the boss. I'll be back to review the changes in a bit.
Oh right, before I go to sleep and forget... I hope it's okay if I stake my claim for the dwarf territory. It's just that it seemed like the most mountainous area and thus the most fitting, really, so I hope that's okay.
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I assume, with the new map, that we will have to edit our nations' sheets. I don't quite think too many people are eager with that.
Do we have someone skilled in Photoshop?
Do we have someone skilled in Photoshop?
Name: Arashe
Location: A temperate zone that is known for its sweeping valleys and clear rivers.
Government: A democracy where the various clans and guilds send their representatives as their spokesperson.
Dominant race: They are a clan of elves that have taken to improving themselves physically after being exiled, with body types that are trended more towards lean than slender. Their ears are a bit smaller than the norm and their hair are on the darker side of the spectrum. Eventually, they became known as an elf subspecies and nowadays they call themselves Larue N'hen (Spirited Exiles) with no small amount of pride.
Other races: They domesticated wolves and bred them to become even more efficient pack hunters than they were in nature. If anything, the wolves are a bit larger and more ferocious than their wild counterparts. Buffaloes are their cattle and they have a thriving fish farm due to the rivers criss-crossing their region. Tamed brown hawks are used to deliver messages.
Wild Flora/fauna: Wild wolves roam the region, as well as owlbears (body of bear with owl heads). Wyverns also fly the skies, territorial reptiles with some draconic and avian qualities armed with stinger tails and beaks, as well as winged forelegs. Other than that, lynxes, moose, waterfowl such as ducks and geese, and various other rodents live in the area.
Specialization: The nation of Arashe specializes in Agriculture and Metallurgy, even coming up with a living metal that acts much like a plant and grows from absorbing nutrients to create more of itself. They also believe that the best way to keep the peace is to be ready for any invader, and thus has a mindset that those who train their bodies as well as their minds are to be respected. As a result of this, Arashe is very martial and values martial ability such as the fighting forms and swordsmanship. As a result, the Larue N'hen has a high amount of schools that focus on fighting, leading to many, many martial arts styles.
National History: The Larue N'hen were a particularly outspoken minority of young elves in the past that constantly clashed with the more conservatives and prideful elders, resulting in the troublemakers being willingly exiled for complaining about how stifling certain traditions and laws were. Moving far away from their elders and through many lands, they finally settled in an unclaimed region rife with wildlife and set about creating exploring their new surroundings to adapt to. Soon, frontier towns sprang forth and the younger generation began to live in the rough lands and constantly challenged themselves, becoming hardy and resilient as well as flexible and adaptable. From that point on, they began to focus on arming themselves with both knowledge and power to repulse anyone that wants to take away their hard-earned freedom. War magic was researched, new fighting tactics were made, and body strengthening became cultural. Yet, they always kept in mind to never step past certain boundaries, remembering the hubris and arrogance of their original nation. Honor was for those that did the right thing and fought only in contests or for self defense, and never for ambition or invasions.
Alliances: To be updated.
Enemies: To be updated.
Notable People: The Clan/Guild Leaders are important due to the fact that they control sizable groups of influence as well as participating in elections and senates to determine the Prime Minister and other government officials.
Other: Their living metal are composed mainly of an iron base, since that metal is rather easy to find in the area. Other variants such as silver, gold, and even mithril exist. By blending together a living metal and another metal, you can make fruit alloys of a stronger metal without the need of manually forging them together, though they still need a bit of touching up if you are planning on utilizing them outside of their raw state.
Name: Hardy
Title(s): Titan Slayer, Friend to All Children, Big Little Sister, Hunter of Hunters, Furious Mother, The True Innocent One, and Source of Myriad Joys.
Seat of Power: Hardy's center of power would be... a rather beautiful meadow. In the day time, a rainbow canvas of flowers and fruit trees dot the place with a stream of the purest spring water flowing forth in the area. At night, certain plants bloom to give the place a gentle gold and silver glow, giving a different kind of beauty. It is nestled within the roots of a giant tree that's as big as a mountain and whose wood is so dense and strong and thick that ordinary people have to hack away for an entire week with steel weapons just to cut a half a foot's worth into its trunk. Those who are caught attempting to deface the Great Mother Tree or the DIvine Meadow usually gets beaten eight ways to Sunday.
Divine Aspects: Life, Growth, and Nature
Appearance: Hardy only has one form, and it is that of a rather young elf maiden. Like most of her people, she prefers an attire that is pretty and practical.
Artifacts:
Giant Killer: A Living Metal weapon imbued with both her divine blood and the wood of her Great Tree of Birth. As a result, it is incredibly dense and magically potent, with an ability to mimic the properties of other metals found in nature. She uses the aspect of quicksilver to morph it into different weapon forms and mithril to harden it. The most notable forms being a slender yet incredibly long one edged sword or a giant war bow. Like its name implies, it is a weapon made to destroy giant creatures. A single swing from the sword can cut ordinary dragons in half and its bow form is significantly stronger than her nation's biggest and strongest siege crossbow. Because it is connected with her, she can wield the thing with ease. Other individuals wouldn't even be able to lift the thing off the ground at all, even if they amassed a hundred people to try. She can also lend it to others for a brief moment.
Great Mother Tree: The mountain sized tree that she was born from. Any and all materials coming from the tree is magically dense and powerful due to it amassing her excess powers ever since she was born. It acts as a giant energy reserve for her in times where she runs out and needs a quick boost. It can also defend itself by entangling its giant network of roots at the foot of an invading army and dragging them deep underground, or flinging sharp leaves that can cut through stone at the invader. Considering each leaf is the size of a person and it has enough room in its branches for a million of them at the very least, invaders will meet very staunch opposition when trying to attack the tree.
Divine Meadow: It serves as a place of great inspiration for her followers, holding great powers of purification. Curses and evil spirits cannot exist at all in this place, and all but the most powerful of negative magics are outright dissolved once taken into the boundaries. Other than that, the great beauty of the place makes causes people to think of new ways to advance their arts (songs, plays, dance, paintings, etc.) due to the beauty found there.
Unique abilities:
Surge of Life: An ability that allows her to pump excess life energy into her surroundings as well as turning divine energy to that which could naturally be found in nature. Areas where she walks will be full of life energy for a short while and new growth would pop up in her wake. Areas that has her reside in for a certain amount of time will become prosperous and blooming. It can even reclaim lands lost to desertification and purified tainted waters.
Nature's Blessing: Where she can connect her heart with that of plants and animals, allowing her to converse and ask them for their aid It also reverts her back to a more primal state where instincts are at an all time high and restrictions of civilization has been lifted. In this forth, she can run up flat inclines and across water, toss about boulders like pebbles, and launch herself hundreds of feet into the sky to attain pseudo flight. She can swim like a fish, swing like a monkey, and emulate the wild kingdom's various specialties like she was born an animal herself through divine mimicry of actions. Physical prowess is pushed to the limits to attain the best possible way to hunt down those who dare intrude upon her territory.
Personal History: Hardy was found when the exiled elven youths claimed the fertile yet rugged lands near the dwarven mountains. Or rather, the giant tree was found. Looking up, they found that a single silver giant peach was growing from the lowest branch. Eagerly seeing it as a sign that they should settle down in this wild place, they built their first settlement underneath the Great Mother Tree. As the last building was put up, the unusually large fruit plummeted to the ground, causing a sizable crater at the outskirts of their pioneer town. As they rushed on over to investigate, they found that what emerged was an elf that looked much like them... though she was imbued with knowledge and powers that were beyond their understanding. The fact that she could survive in places where even the most powerful predators tread and actually cowed them led the others to believe that she was a goddess... which she was. Soon, she was tempted into civilization due to her curiosity and found it so enjoyable that she took the role of protector for the to be named nation of Arashe.
Personality: Hardy could be summed up in two words most of the time: innocent and happy. She positively enjoys all the wonders that life has to offer and is often full of curiosity for anything that catches her attention. She also can never act regal like most other gods, as she finds it much too stuffy and forced. Rather, she acts either more like a motherly/big sister kind of authority figure that is full of love for her charges. On matters she doesn't know, she assumes a persona of a little sibling, eagerly asking "what's this for?" and "how does that work?". On some occasions though, Hardy assumes a serious and merciless persona. Most of the time this is for when injustices are enacted or when her nation is invaded, leading to her slaying the vermin that threatens to disturb her charges, channeling the disposition of an angry mother beast coming to the defense of her beloved children.
Oh right, me and Rin talked it out and we decided that the elves and dwarves will be allies. XD
Going to have to leave, no time
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If possible, i'd like to designate this as Zarkoum.
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Then I better claim the Empire's spot, and edit it from The Empire in the West to The Middle Realm or something.
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Sorry about not posting my NS/CS , hopefully today
Name: The Empire of Otrea
Location: Otrea sits in a harbour, fertile area. While having some forested regions up north of the cities, and leading into the settlements
Government: The Government of Otrea is led by an Emperor. The Emperor currently in power is Lars Merula the third. Underneath the Emperor is the Legate and the Council of Six. The Council of Six is elected officials from all six districts of Otrea. Then there is Unions , Guilds and other factions to represent worker rights.
Dominant race: Humans, the population of Otrea is mainly made up of Humans (40%)
Other races:
Orcs : Lacking intelligence but they make up for that in pure brute force. Average height spans from six foot five, to seven foot two. Green skin, Brown Eyes, Vampire like teeth (10%)
Dwarves: Small Creatures, warriors, scholars , some merchants and even blacksmith by trade. Most are less than four foot, brownish, whitish skin with brown or blue eyes. (30%)
Elves: Make up for Scholars, Merchants and often members of poliltic positions. Range from five foot five to 6 foot seven. Blue Eyes and with a light brown skin complexion, blue and grey eyes as well. (20%)
Wild Flora/fauna:
Moose , Buffalo, Boar , Deer , Pig , Bear, Fox Rabbits are common game in the forests.
A lot of plants grow in Otrea, but the most significant are:
False Bloom: A common plant in Otrea, known to make healing remedies
Upland Berry : A Tasty Berry , Common in the markets
Greenback Berry: Poisonous , known to make strong antioxidant’s if handled correctly
Milky Trilluim – Added to various drinks to create a smooth drink
(Will be adding more has the RP progress’s)
Specialization:
Otrea is known for it’s bazaars, harbours, courtrooms and Barracks. All being in good shape, taken care of and the people in them are often well behaved and well-kept
National History:
Otrea, was founded by Gallus the Brave. It began has a small town of people, mostly looters and mercenaries. Over the next decade, the small town would grow into a city, and a prospering empire.
Otrea really didn’t have that may conflict to the throne, but there was one near conflict. During the reign of Gallus’s cousin, Titus the Second, he enraged the local mercenary group called The Black Scars. Which lead to the event that was known to be “The Hamlet Massacre”. Titus brutal responded, by sending a legion to the base of the mercenary group and brutally murdering them. Small riots occurred, but they were quilled with little or no intervention
One thing to note is Otrea never started has that big of a nation has stated on maps. During the period of Titus the Forth, Otrea began to aggressively expand and take land. They offered tribes a deal, either then make their own settlements under the Otrea banner or die. Most tribes agreed to make a settlement, only a few were ever killed.
Alliances:
Enemies:
Notable People
Lars Merula (Emperor of Otrea)
Legate Appius Pavo (Commander of the Armed Forces)
Judge Decius Seuso (Supreme Court Judge)
Placus Geta (Chairman of the Merchants Guild)
Marcus Caldus (Head of Otrea Guard)
Location: Otrea sits in a harbour, fertile area. While having some forested regions up north of the cities, and leading into the settlements
Government: The Government of Otrea is led by an Emperor. The Emperor currently in power is Lars Merula the third. Underneath the Emperor is the Legate and the Council of Six. The Council of Six is elected officials from all six districts of Otrea. Then there is Unions , Guilds and other factions to represent worker rights.
Dominant race: Humans, the population of Otrea is mainly made up of Humans (40%)
Other races:
Orcs : Lacking intelligence but they make up for that in pure brute force. Average height spans from six foot five, to seven foot two. Green skin, Brown Eyes, Vampire like teeth (10%)
Dwarves: Small Creatures, warriors, scholars , some merchants and even blacksmith by trade. Most are less than four foot, brownish, whitish skin with brown or blue eyes. (30%)
Elves: Make up for Scholars, Merchants and often members of poliltic positions. Range from five foot five to 6 foot seven. Blue Eyes and with a light brown skin complexion, blue and grey eyes as well. (20%)
Wild Flora/fauna:
Moose , Buffalo, Boar , Deer , Pig , Bear, Fox Rabbits are common game in the forests.
A lot of plants grow in Otrea, but the most significant are:
False Bloom: A common plant in Otrea, known to make healing remedies
Upland Berry : A Tasty Berry , Common in the markets
Greenback Berry: Poisonous , known to make strong antioxidant’s if handled correctly
Milky Trilluim – Added to various drinks to create a smooth drink
(Will be adding more has the RP progress’s)
Specialization:
Otrea is known for it’s bazaars, harbours, courtrooms and Barracks. All being in good shape, taken care of and the people in them are often well behaved and well-kept
National History:
Otrea, was founded by Gallus the Brave. It began has a small town of people, mostly looters and mercenaries. Over the next decade, the small town would grow into a city, and a prospering empire.
Otrea really didn’t have that may conflict to the throne, but there was one near conflict. During the reign of Gallus’s cousin, Titus the Second, he enraged the local mercenary group called The Black Scars. Which lead to the event that was known to be “The Hamlet Massacre”. Titus brutal responded, by sending a legion to the base of the mercenary group and brutally murdering them. Small riots occurred, but they were quilled with little or no intervention
One thing to note is Otrea never started has that big of a nation has stated on maps. During the period of Titus the Forth, Otrea began to aggressively expand and take land. They offered tribes a deal, either then make their own settlements under the Otrea banner or die. Most tribes agreed to make a settlement, only a few were ever killed.
Alliances:
Enemies:
Notable People
Lars Merula (Emperor of Otrea)
Legate Appius Pavo (Commander of the Armed Forces)
Judge Decius Seuso (Supreme Court Judge)
Placus Geta (Chairman of the Merchants Guild)
Marcus Caldus (Head of Otrea Guard)
Name: Uldir
Title(s): “God of War” “ God of Justice” “ God of Wealth”
Seat of Power: Castle , fortified with a huge shrine in the center , that pilgrims can enter to pay their respect.
Divine Aspects: War, Wealth, and Justice
Appearance:
Judge
During times in history, Uldir took the role of a judge. This judge was untainted by corruption and bribes or untouched by the words of other people. In this form, he often rules the court room with a modest voice, a beard and grey hair. He also tends to have a menacing look has he begins to trail the one being taken to jail. After the hearing is done, Uldir leaves this form and replaces it with the original soul.
Legate
At times, when he senses there is grave danger for his interests and his devotee’s, he takes the form of a commander, or legate in his nation. He often appears has a tall figure (6’7) and tends to have a great sense of tactics and planning ahead. He tends to lead his men into battle, and making sure that he has their full loyalty. He is known to change tides but when all is lost, he often does the honourable thing and retreats. However, whenever he is defeated or he is done with the battle he retreats from this form and the legate’s soul is replaced to its mortal counterpart
Merchant
In times of peace, and when he feels that his kingdom is in peace and total prosperity, Uldir takes the form of a decent merchant. The merchant is described has a kind, honourable young man. Who seems to have some sort of aura that drives away crime and thieves, but also boosts the sales of people around him? He is the youngest in this form, and speaks softer. Not only that but he often seen dressed in fine garments, and his wares are often of high and extreme value, his good range from uncommon to rare goods.
Artifacts:
The Ledger of Uldir
It is said , that this fabled Ledger can even turn a business that had no coin in his bank to a profitable nation known business, in a matter of seconds. (Currently in the Hands of Uldir)
Uldirs Gavel
This gavel, is heavy to lift, but it’s deifying tone can bring order to a unruly courtroom, in a matter of moments.
Unique abilities: Powers that set you apart from other Gods. Every God has them. Choose two for now. More can manifest during the RP.
Merchants Boon
When Uldir is in Merchant form, he seems to cast a aura around his area that turns thieves away, not only that but it enhances profits for merchants by attracting more and more people to there stalls
Mindreader
In the court room, Uldir can read the minds of both sides when he is the Judge. It allows him to make a clear and definite judgement of the case.
Personal History: Stories varies about how Uldir came into the Mortal realm. Some say he was a farmer who becomes a successful merchant. Others say he was a young soldier who becomes a general. People argue he was a judge’s apprentice. What is true is in the Nation’s History, Uldir has played a pivotal role in creating the Nation’s Bazaar’s, Barracks and Court Rooms that are spoken about all over the world.
Various groups have claimed to see Uldir in his mortal form, yet none can be sure. Some even go to the point that he has no mortal form, and is just a part of the sky. Sadly, in the nation, where is shrine is located, there are two religious groups for Uldir.
On the left, is the Believers of Uldir, who say that he does not have a mortal form and is a part of the sky. Backing for them is common in the rich districts, and the higher upper’s area. The temples are often stylized in Gold , Jewels and Gems with marble floors , granite tables and fine chairs, often as well with a shrine of Uldir as well in these huge temples, right in the center of it with huge sums of money, weapons and often. Notable people that are a part of the Believers of Uldir are the current Legate, the Supreme Court Judge, the legate of the army and the current Emperor of the city.
On the right, in the poor districts of these cites is the religious group called “The Followers of Uldir”. The different in these temples is noticeable right away. The temples are often made out of stone, have wooden chairs and a small shrine of Uldir. Often it has a few pouches of coin, maybe 1-2 pieces of gold and a few gems. Notable people who are apart of “The Followers of Uldir” include the guard captain, the Merchants Guild Chairman, and the Judge of the poor districts court.
The true story however of Uldir, is one that does not match the ones told by mortals. Uldir was a tyrant, a coward king who murdered his own brother and father to usurp the throne. Indeed, it sounds grave to many and that's why no one believes this myth. But this is the true story has it goes:
Uldir, his days numbered wanted to be given immortality. Vamperism wouldn't be a good trait since he liked wandering about in the sun, being a wearwolf has it's downsides. So he broke a deal with the goddess of the Undead. In-Exchange for one pure Diamond, she would grant Uldir immortality , and nothing could hurt him. Uldir, knew this was his golden chance, so he told that a sum of 25,000 Gold Pieces shall be given to any merchant that hands him a pure diamond. Merchants rushed from corner to corner of the small village. Before one merchant handed him the diamond. Uldir murdered the merchant later after, in a closed and secluded place. Once the Diamond was placed on the Undead Altar , the Goddess trapped the soul of Uldir into the diamond, and the dead body of Uldir laid there. She then threw the diamond away, to another land of some sorts. The Diamond hit, what is now known has Modern day Otrea. Has the Diamond hit, it slowly vaporised in mid air. The mist created rains over Otrea for over 2 years straight, during this time, Uldir would take form. Once Uldir taken form has a god, he repented to earn the respect's of the other gods, and to prove that even a tyrant, can be one worthy of the status... of an god.
Personality:
Various religious scripts have spoken about the personality of Uldir. Some say that he’s a kind man who cares about the state of his nation, and his devotee’s. Other scripts say he’s a god that wants vengeance, and doesn’t mind putting his wraith on people to stand in his way and speak bad about him.
Other: Anything you'd like to note, which I left out.
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Hmmm, I haven't quite figured out where exactly my nation will be. But I'm leaning toward it being near those mountains Rin's dwarves live in.
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