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Blood on the Sands: Azoth at War (Open!)

Nayax is ever waiting

Blood on the Sands: Azoth at War (Open!)

Im kind of having trouble with where I want to be. My char would be coming from the south and i dont feel it be appropriate to have crossed the desert already.

Pokemon: Coming of Age

Ranger Andrea was gone before Victor could ask her any questions. He supposed she was a busy woman. He had read about Pokemon Rangers. They had several duties each no more important than the last. So Victor understood Andrea's brevity. Sighing to himself he turned to the others and shrugged. "I guess that's that. We've got our mission. Now, to execute. I've read this place goes on for miles. So, if we're going to get anywhere fast I say we ask to borrow a tour vehicle. I can drive, but I have no off road experience. I'm sure we'll be fine if we stick to the paths. Would either of you feel more comfortable driving?" He asked with another shrug. Magnus raised a hand and mentioned there was a lot of off road traffic in Orre where he was from so he was fine driving.

With that settled the trio was lead though the Main gate house to the tour station. There they were given the keys to one of the smaller vehicles and a pack of treats and berries to help lure any pokemon they might be interested in. After some words of encouragement, advice, and thank yous from the employees the trio hopped in their jeep and made way for the northern fences. Once in the safari proper they could see miles of grasslands, sand dunes, and tree groves. They drove past all kinds of pokemon. A horde of Kangaskahn, a herd of Tauros and Miltank, and a troop of Marowak and Cubone to name a few. All were happy and enjoying life. Victor couldn't believe the gall of whoever these punks were that they wanted to ruin that by stealing pokemon.

As they continued toward their destination Victor pulled out his notebook and started writing down his usual notes and thoughts for later reference. Along the way they'd stop and try their hand at bagging a stray pokemon, but to no avail. They either spooked too easy, took the food and ran, or Humfrey got too impatient and scared them away out of excitement. After a couple of hours they finally caught sight of the northern fences. Pointing out a Ranger Station Victor spoke up. "Look we can park there. I say we go by foot from here on out. It would be easier to sneak up on them if we're not on a loud Jeep." He suggested as they approached the cabin. They were greeted by a Junior Ranger and his Bayleef. The trio explained who they were and was told the poachers were usually seen along the eastern edge of the north fence.

Hoping the criminals were stupid enough to stick to their pattern the trio continued on foot. It wasn't but a mile in before Victor had an idea. Remembering something he read once and what the pokedex said when Victor scanned Ralts on the ferry there he turned to Magnus with a excited smirk. "Magnus, have Ralts reach out with her mind and try and pick up on any fear. The stronger the better. A pokemon being chased by a punk with a net is going to be more scared than a pokemon questioning rather it should run or take the treat from the man in the silly hat." He explained as they walked along the northern path. He hoped it worked.

Blood on the Sands: Azoth at War (Open!)

Lore Sheet:

Name: Loc'haven
Type: Location/Nation
Description: Rising high over the southeast of the Long Road is the twin mountain range known as The Smouldering Embrace. Nestled between the mountain peaks lies The Loc'brook Sea. Settled in center of the calm blue waters is the island nation of Loc'haven. Home to the Mundusaur. Scattered along its coasts are fishing villages and trading ports. Further inland lies the farmlands. Deep within the middle of the island is The Loc'mire, a swampy rain forest filled with all kinds of exotic flora and fauna. Surrounding The Loc'mire at it's cardinal points are hunter garrisons (see pic above) in charge of safeguarding the farmlands from unwanted pests. At the heart of The Loc'mire is The Loc'well, an oozing spring of Ichor and the source of one the Mundusaur's most powerful weapons that only the bravest and strongest of Mundusaur can wield.

Lore Sheet:

Name: Mundusaur
Type: Race/Civilization
Faction/Unit: Loc'haven Confederacy
Description: A humanoid reptilian species of various sizes, shapes, and colors. Their nation consists of a confederacy of multiple clans and tribes mostly separated by trade like fishing, farming, and hunting. Each clan has a counsel of elders that elect a chief they feel best suited for the job. Each chief then gather at the end of each harvest to discuss trade, crop rotation, and other major issues. Disputes are settled by duels ranging in severity depending on the accusation. Mundusaur reach maturity at the age of 13 and considered old at fifty. The eldest Mundusaur in record is 90, but there are stories of those who have broke into the hundreds.

At maturity young Mundusaur are tasked to find their place among tribes. Albeit in the family trade or the trade of another clan with hunting being the most dangerous. So dangerous there are only 4 hunting clans; Redclaw, Blacktail, Horncrest, and Ironmaw. The hunting clans are tasked to defend the farmlands from the dangers of the Loc'mire. Sometimes even tasked to delve deep into the forest and collect Ichor from the Loc'well. The same Ichor used by the blacksmiths to bless the weapons of chiefs, warriors, and alpha hunters. Alpha hunters are tasked with hunting the most dangerous wildlife. They are highly respected, and the only way to become one is that one must prove themselves by crossing the desert by themselves and returning with an artifact of power. Should the blacksmiths see great potential in a prospective Alpha Hunter they may be bestowed a Greenfang to aid in their journey.

The blacksmiths are also the shaman of the Mundusaur. The Mundusaur pray to a Red God they call Loc. They believe Loc is an Old One who ascended to Godhood through use of the Ichor. They also believe that through the Ichor Loc became the first Mundusaur and so blessed them with life. It is taught that the first shamans that discovered the Loc'well were given visions by Loc in how to smith using the Ichor to protect themselves from the dangers of the Loc'mire. The weapons they make are called Greenfangs after the sickly green hue they receive after being quenched in the Ichor. A Greenfang is nothing compared to a Soulsteel blade, but in the right hands it can be just as deadly. Greenfangs never dull, never rust, and depending on the smith have an added attribute that can poison, paralyze, or even energy drain a foe.

Character Sheet:

Name: Nayax
Race: Mundusaur
Description: Nayax is one of the taller variety Mundusaur at around 6'4". He is stocky and broad shouldered with a heavy frame and a barrel chest at about 275 pounds of corded muscle. Bright intelligent green eyes are covered by a thick brow with two long sharp horns jutting back over the crown of his head. Rusty orange colored scales cover most of his body out side of the dark beige of his chest, belly, and inner thighs. He dons mostly scars, but he does wear a single plate pauldron on his left shoulder, a sleeveless chain-mail tunic, and an iron-studded leather loincloth. Around his neck is a leather cord necklace holding a jade amulet carved into the shape of a lizard biting its own tail, the holy symbol of Loc.
Faction/Unit: Loc'haven Confederacy/Horncrest Clan
Location: Loc'haven
Synopsis of Role: Nayax is on his pilgrimage across the Red Sands. Seeing his great potential Nayax was bestowed with his Greenfang, a claymore, by the shaman of his clan proclaiming he was blessed by Loc and destined to do great deeds. Hearing rumor of artifacts of power from traders from the desert Nayax planned to travel to The Godsfang Mountains hitting every ruin between there and The Emberlands along the way. If and then there's a chance to help someone along the way it'll only grant him more favor in the eye of Loc.

Blood on the Sands: Azoth at War (Open!)

will do

Blood on the Sands: Azoth at War (Open!)

Lore Sheet:

Name: Loc'haven
Type: Location/Nation
Description: Rising high over the southeast of the Long Road is the twin mountain range known as The Smouldering Embrace. Nestled between the mountain peaks lies The Loc'brook Sea. Settled in center of the calm blue waters is the island nation of Loc'haven. Home to the Mundusaur. Scattered along its coasts are fishing villages and trading ports. Further inland lies the farmlands. Deep within the middle of the island is The Loc'mire, a swampy rain forest filled with all kinds of exotic flora and fauna. Surrounding The Loc'mire at it's cardinal points are hunter garrisons (see pic above) in charge of safeguarding the farmlands from unwanted pests. At the heart of The Loc'mire is The Loc'well, an oozing spring of Ichor and the source of one the Mundusaur's most powerful weapons that only the bravest and strongest of Mundusaur can wield.

Lore Sheet:

Name: Mundusaur
Type: Race/Civilization
Faction/Unit: Loc'haven Confederacy
Description: A humanoid reptilian species of various sizes, shapes, and colors. Their nation consists of a confederacy of multiple clans and tribes mostly separated by trade like fishing, farming, and hunting. Each clan has a counsel of elders that elect a chief they feel best suited for the job. Each chief then gather at the end of each harvest to discuss trade, crop rotation, and other major issues. Disputes are settled by duels ranging in severity depending on the accusation. Mundusaur reach maturity at the age of 13 and considered old at fifty. The eldest Mundusaur in record is 90, but there are stories of those who have broke into the hundreds.

At maturity young Mundusaur are tasked to find their place among tribes. Albeit in the family trade or the trade of another clan with hunting being the most dangerous. So dangerous there are only 4 hunting clans; Redclaw, Blacktail, Horncrest, and Ironmaw. The hunting clans are tasked to defend the farmlands from the dangers of the Loc'mire. Sometimes even tasked to delve deep into the forest and collect Ichor from the Loc'well. The same Ichor used by the blacksmiths to bless the weapons of chiefs, warriors, and alpha hunters. Alpha hunters are tasked with hunting the most dangerous wildlife. They are highly respected, and the only way to become one is that one must prove themselves by crossing the desert by themselves and returning with an artifact of power. Should the blacksmiths see great potential in a prospective Alpha Hunter they may be bestowed a Greenfang to aid in their journey.

The blacksmiths are also the shaman of the Mundusaur. The Mundusaur pray to a Red God they call Loc. They believe Loc is an Old One who ascended to Godhood through use of the Ichor. They also believe that through the Ichor Loc became the first Mundusaur and so blessed them with life. It is taught that the first shamans that discovered the Loc'well were given visions by Loc in how to smith using the Ichor to protect themselves from the dangers of the Loc'mire. The weapons they make are called Greenfangs after the sickly green hue they receive after being quenched in the Ichor. A Greenfang is nothing compared to a Soulsteel blade, but in the right hands it can be just as deadly. Greenfangs never dull, never rust, and depending on the smith have an added attribute that can poison, paralyze, or even energy drain a foe.

Character Sheet:

Name: Nayax
Race: Mundusaur
Description: Nayax is one of the taller variety Mundusaur at around 6'4". He is stocky and broad shouldered with a heavy frame and a barrel chest at about 275 pounds of corded muscle. Bright intelligent green eyes are covered by a thick brow with two long sharp horns jutting back over the crown of his head. Rusty orange colored scales cover most of his body out side of the dark beige of his chest, belly, and inner thighs. He dons mostly scars, but he does wear a single plate pauldron on his left shoulder, a sleeveless chain-mail tunic, and an iron-studded leather loincloth. Around his neck is a leather cord necklace holding a jade amulet carved into the shape of a lizard biting its own tail, the holy symbol of Loc.
Faction/Unit: Loc'haven Confederacy/Horncrest Clan
Location: Loc'haven
Synopsis of Role: Nayax is on his pilgrimage across the Red Sands. Seeing his great potential Nayax was bestowed with his Greenfang, a claymore, by the shaman of his clan proclaiming he was blessed by Loc and destined to do great deeds. Hearing rumor of artifacts of power from traders from the desert Nayax planned to travel to The Godsfang Mountains hitting every ruin between there and The Emberlands along the way. If and then there's a chance to help someone along the way it'll only grant him more favor in the eye of Loc.

Placing this here for everybody.

Blood on the Sands: Azoth at War (Open!)

@Flagg Did you happen to look over the PMs I sent you?

Blood on the Sands: Azoth at War (Open!)

Hello! This looks great. I'm very interested in joining. Would it be to late to introduce a new faction/nation? I was also wondering if I could add a new race or perhaps subspecies?

Pokemon: Coming of Age

@Menhir@Archmage MC@TheIrishJJ@Jerkchicken@pkken@CaptainSully

Victor was grateful that Magnus and Mark agreed with him. He really didn't want to travel alone. Although he wouldn't truly be alone with Humphrey by his side. Victor absolutely didn't want to face a horde of poachers alone either. With a smile he turned back to the door to lead the way to the docks, but was surprised to see it open on its own. He was greeted by a girl with sunglasses and a slakoth. She asked where she could find a boat. Seemed to Victor that she and her team were also heading south. "Umm the docks downtown has ferries. We're heading there ourselves if you want to tag along." Offered Victor before leading the group out of the lab and towards the docks. Once there they made sure she caught up with her group and saw them off. Then after procuring their own transport they made way for Fushia City.

Along the way Victor and the others worked with their pokemon and learned a bit about them. The ferry ride was also the perfect backdrop to get a bit of writing in. It was more like notes for later or a journal, but it still felt like he was on the right track to finally writing the perfect adventure novel. Once they made landfall it wasn't much walking until they reached Fushia City, and after some asking around it wasn't long before they arrived at the Safari Zone. Magnus was the first to speak asking if they were ready. Following Mark, Victor added, "Let's do this." At the gate they were welcomed with smiling staff offering various tours of the Safari. Victor spoke up for the group. "Sorry, but we are here to meet Ranger Andrea. We were sent by the Oak Institute to help with the poaching problem." He said apologetically.

Pokemon: Coming of Age

Victor and Humphrey had quickly polished off the delicious treats. He hadn't had this good of food since that one time his parents took him to the Striaton City Gym for an exhibition match and dinner for his elementary school graduation. It was during that match that made him want to become a pokemon trainer. He was then brought back from the memory thanks to the voice of the red head with the Lotad. He had introduced himself as Mark. Victor nodded in acknowledgement and said, "Victor, and this is Humphrey" He gestured to the puppy pokemon who had barked his own introduction for the Lotad. Happy to have a new possible friend Humphrey jumping around Lotad and barking. He'd drop down on his stomach, toss his head back, and chuff egging on Lotad to play. After a while of waiting the TV turned on and Professor Oak came on screen congratulating the winners of the lotto and mentioning something about an important task. A moment after the TV turned off all the Pokedex's in the room went off. Checking it Victor's eyes went wide. He couldn't believe his eyes then Magnus spoke up. Never had that issue? No shit. It's despicable! Then Mark made a good point. What could they do? They were new trainers with inexperienced pokemon.

"But something has to be done. Professor Oak must see potential in us or she wouldn't have asked us to go and help. If anything it wouldn't hurt to at least try. We can't let the opportunity given to us go in vain. I say we go for it. Besides it'll be a good way to fill out our dex's." Offered Victor in a bout of inspiration. He also had an ulterior motive. Thwarting a band of poachers would make for an excellent first chapter in his novel. Standing Victor scooped up Humphrey and gestured toward the door. "Well I'm going. What say you Team Blue?" He asked.

@TheIrishJJ @Archmage MC