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Sav Omoz
Southern Algeria/Libya Border


As the Great Citadel of Vashundol Completely teleported to earth, and the Ozkavosh people start forming their Warband, Omoz Arkosh, The Fell King of Sav Omoz, Lucifash, gather his very own chosen to fought a war with the natives. while the other general is preparing for their own battle, "Ozh Icha Gluth Izh, i smell fear in the very heart of those pathetic people, " He said as he gaze though the horizon, facing the soon claimed land for the Seven Hell, "Send some scout to that land, i need to know what kind of weakling is facing my wrath," he said to the army commander. "Those soul shall be mine."

The army that consist of thousand of giant red horned muscular demon that wielding a giant scythe is far from enough to wreck upon an army of tiny human, but as the word come to the ear of the Arkosh, Lucifash tell his army to not underestimate their enemy, "Tear them! Break them! Consume them! Show no mercy to them!" he shout to the army of demon that he command, "Sa Nith Icha Gluth!" Lucifash Shouted with a loud voice, "Icha Gluth!" The army shouted, while preparing to burn the land that they will invade.
Southern Algeria/Morocco Border


There he stand, a 14 feet tall Ozkavosh, with four horn growing from his head, flaming body, literary flaming, fire dance in his arm and back, and while the other have a single tail, this one is recognized from his six tail that make him a feared general among his ranks, Named Beelzetash, A warrior without failure, with his large battle axe, roughly 10 feet long and 6 feet wide, with a flaming edge, no demon in hell can survive after hit by this weapon.

"The King has ordered us to spread the fear, so be it, we shall strike the very heart of those fragile being with one swift strike, so then they will hope that they are never born, let us present their soul for our lord, Lucifash!" he shout out lout in front of the legion of Ozh to lit the flame in their soul, once again.

The scout has been dispatched to morocco to scale their fighting power.
Southern Algeria/Tunisia Border


"Our King is giving us a command, its our fate to obey it and our goal to finish it, let us all march and banish those filthy soul from this land!" Said a 15 feet Ozkavosh, named Leviosh, the light banisher, he is special, like other noble breed of Ozkavosh, his arm is very large, almost three time larger from the ordinary ozh, with those arm, he carry a true meaning of destruction, a 17 feet long flaming sword, the sword may look like a large slow slashing tool, but in the hand of Leviosh, the sword can be swing like it was a normal sword, so fast, even faster than the normal sword swing.

"Scout the land, i hate to not knowing how many soul that i can eat."
am i landed at northern algeria?
Starting Country: Algeria

Name of Nation: Sav Omoz (Sahv-Oh-Mohz)

Race Name: Ozkavosh (Oh-Zkah-Vohsh)

Race Leader: Lucifash, The Fallen, Omoz Arkosh, (means King of Darkness in Ozkavosh Language)

Race Leader Physical Description:
16 feet tall, the biggest of his kin, with two big horns that grow from his forehead, he once have wings, but now only its vertebrae which is cracked, and from its crack, you can see fire burning his bone from the inside, leaving a featherless winglike flaming bone, growing behind his back. with yellow glowing eyes, and wear armor that fit his figure perfectly, a big muscular humanoid being, a sturdy body, a tail and ended in hoof. he wield a flaming sword named "The Eye of Darkness" or "The Eye of Omoz" in Ozkavosh, a big claymore, scaled to 2/3 of his height that he can wield with a single hand, he is the right figure to describe Doom itself.

Race Leader Significant Traits:

- He is the only King ever known in the history of his kin, the oldest Ohzkavosh lived.
- He that burns and is not consumed, devours and is never sated, kills and is beyond all judgment
- He attacks without mercy, without motive, the only living being able to move freely between the seven dark dominions. Lashed by inescapable needs, twisted by unimaginable talents
- His power is immense. He can summon the fires of Hell as he pleases

Race Physical Description:

    - Male Appearances: Stand between 8-13 feet tall, athletic body posture, have claws and hoofs, they have a tail and big horns.

    - Female Appearances: Stand between 6-8 feet tall, feminine body posture, have hands instead of claws, have a short tail and rather small horn if compared to male one.


Use of Magic: For battle purpose, usually Fire magic, every single Ozh that reach adulthood is already unlocked their magical power, however, the power will grow as the time goes or if they kill each other after both of them make a pact.

Life Span: How long do they live for on average?

    – Male Lifespan: Indefinite

    - Female Lifespan: Indefinite


Reproduction Rate: The Ozh pregnancy takes 13 month in earth time, but they only mate once in five years. they considered as adult among the Ozkavosh is after they lived for a hundred years. but in term of fighting capability, twenty year is more than enough for an Ozh.

Society: They bow to no one except Lucifash. his word is a Commandment for all of the Ozkavosh.

History:The Ozkavosh, Long have forgotten from the face of Gorika, they were exiled, for the sake of the world balance.

At the very first, he is counted as noble even among the gods and goddesses, but that day, he refused to kneel. the creator is angry, and strip Lucifash from his power as a god, he burn Lucifash and cast him into that very dark and empty cold place, seal him for a million years. in that place he make a promise with himself, that he will never forgive the creator, and he will banish all of the creator creations from gorika. after a million years in that cold place, the seal broke, the people of gorika is surprised as the sky ripped and the first invasion of Ozh begin.

Places that once a great civilization is left a ruin when they attack, they rule almost a half of Gorika, they make all minor race in gorika extinct in a thousand year campaign, leaving only races that can barely match their power, or race that they not countered, this campaign is not just a blood thirsty genocidal campaign, but a campaign to prove that the creator is wrong, to banish Lucifash from the Heaven to Hell.

The Creator, worried about the world he create unleashed a very powerful kind of spell that bind Lucifash and his kin deep in the deepest hell. It is the Umbral Pact, a spell that hold the world of gorika in balance. the effect of the spell is to prevent the Ozh from breaking into the world of gorika and vice versa. The spell, however is kept in secret for million years and only known to the direct descendant of the god or goddess itself, for the sake of the world balance.

Religion: They only worship Lucifash as their God.

Significant Racial Traits:
The Ozh is completely resistant to any kind of fire and corrupted attack, but as the drawback they are vulnerable to Holy attack
Their skin is hard enough to make them not burned to death in hell.
The Physical power of male species is greater than the female species but their magical power is weaker.
They Radiate an intense heat to their surrounding.

Preferred Fighting Methods: Brute force is the best tactic in the open field.

Seafaring Capabilities: There is no water in hell, but there is once.

Other Information: The Ozh that passed through the portal is in an average of 300-500 Years old while some is a thousand years old and one 10.000 years old female is passing the portal and confirmed as the Queen. while their oldest and strongest mage is opening portal in the underworld and Teleporting their Citadel into their new home.
do you mind if i join now syrian? since i have watch this rp and like it, but i dont think that i have the required writing level..
i just bad at writing details. if you dont mind ill prepare a NS soon..
i will write the journal. after i get back to home.
Kingdom of Torfas


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A Dying Message, From A Dying King of A Dying Land
Weeks has passed after the messenger departure to Helor with news of good fortune for both kingdom, when the messenger return he's not alone, a big humanoid elephant, known as Ganesha is accompanied by the messenger to the throne room in Maradur Fortress.

"My King, the ambassador of Helor." As the messenger said while kneeling, after he and the ambassador enter the throne room.

"State your business, is your King, Saint-King Bharat has accepted my trade terms?" he ask to the ambassador.

"Our King is pleased to hear your message, but at the same time a great misfortune also befell us, our allies, Lord Commander Cyril Gatecross lost the battle and his empire fell into the hands of the lizard of Hlondeth, and if they come after us, we must be ready. Related to that, unfortunately we can't supply you with our rice, but in return, we will double the amount of the stone that we will give in return of your iron and bronze as we really need it to make our own weapon due to possible incoming invasion." the ambassador answered.

"Then so be it, i accept what your king can offer me, and tell your King, He is invited to the Grand Alliance, and if the Hlondeth lizard is invading Helor, just send me a messenger, my forces is ready to help" "young messenger tell the economic council to prepare the trading ship,"

"Yes, my King."

"Many thanks High King Cryoss Soulfell, our people will never forget your help."
The Grand Fleet Part. 2
Cryoss, riding in a horseback, come to visit Gromodor port to see the ship building progress, it has progressed much from the first he ordered to build the fleet but, at this rate, the fleet will be finished at the end of autumn, the king is a little bit uneasy with this, "this will not make it right in time." he said as he ride back to Maradur.

As soon as he arrived in Maradur, he hurried to write a message to Bahapore,



"Gruul, give this message to one of our messenger, and tell him to deliver this letter to Lord Geward."

Without word, Gruul hurried himself to find the messenger and give him the message.
Elthana Report
"My King, Report From Elthana Councils" said Gruul, after he enter the throne.



"And this is the package that come with the letter"

"Open that for me, i need to write a further order for this"

As he begin to write the letter, Gruul open the chest and surprised for what he found.

"My king, you should take a look at this" as he lift a large but slim twin curved warglaive, "I found this and some old parchment"

"Intresting..."

The warglaive, is bladed in both side, while the grip is in the middle of the glaives, the blade is somewhat strong, but light weight. the steel is still shining despite of created long time ago.

"Send this package to the Anvil, let them deal with this things"

"Yes, my King, i'll deliver this to the Anvil myself."
Orcish Archer Division
Weeks has passed, the archery training of the High Orc is done well, while trained by the Elthana Elite archers, and adapting from the Elthanian art Archery, the Torfas Kingdom now has it own Archers, while able to shoot farther than the regular elves, the archers is also able to clash in a melee combat due to their axe playing skill.

As the storm grows near, this will give Torfas and the Grand Alliance a great advancement.
The Traveler Journal Part. 2
WIP
TheRpgGamer said
Sorry guys I ran out of internet for 2 days and I think my nation is still on NPC Passive mode so i'm confuse


you can jump in any time, so if your post is ready, you can post it, i think..
Titanic said
I'll try and get a post in before my departing. Finish all important issues


how long before your departure?
working on a post, its 1.30 in the morning here, get some insomnia and choose to write some.
ill start making post after some of world event that i might concerned.
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