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High Fantasy Elven Roleplay

Is the entire continent united under a single elvish nation similar to how it was before Gil-Galad was killed by Sauron during the Last Alliance? I assume so, if there has been an extremely lengthy amount of peace, and elves generously aren't as fractured politically as men. Next, I'm curious about the elvish lifespan and whether or not they are immortal (like Tolkien elves) or simply have long lives. Finally, are there different cultures of elves? This could also tie in to my first question, but the continent is rather large, and has quite diverse biomes. Anyway, you have my support, because I've been wanting to play an elf in a high fantasy rp for awhile now.

And I guess I'll wait to see how badass these elves are in combat, since everyone knows that elves are completely op, lol.

Three Player Private RP

Dragons are always misunderstood, so I suppose I have the most interest in the first idea.

Live Together or Die Alone.

Sounds awesomely epic. I'd love being a part of this.

Tales Of A Gilded Throne

They're collaboration posts.

Tales Of A Gilded Throne

And the bickering of the lords had come. A war of words in which a few choice phrases could mean the difference between friendship or swords searing through one another's flesh, and he was caught in the midst of it all. A human's palace was no place for a Kreshvi, they were much better suited with a blade in hand. Ikvar and Sheshen both told him this when he had announced his plans to take old Shamgar Paragon up on his offer. Still, he had almost stayed in Alek'ark when sweet Serrina had appeared inside his bedchambers under the cover of the night as naked as the day she had been born. During that soft exchange that they had during that night, she had begged him not to go to Skyhaven. No human bore much love for the Kreshvi beyond paying for their services as mercenaries. Unfortunately, he had to reduce his poor sister to tears once he reaffirmed his intentions. Rollo was never like the other Kreshvi, he possessed an insatiable desire unlike any Ak-Sheh before him had ever had, save for Kreshin'ak himself. He intended to take what he was promised by Shamgar. The human would keep his end of the bargain. After all, trying to trick a Kreshvi is a good way of dying an early death; that much was known.

At the words “Kreshvi scum” uttered by the Khitani Khan, any self-respecting Kreshvi would have skewered the poor horse-lord before he even managed to finish his sentence. Rollo actually found some enjoyment at imagining blood sputtering out of the khan's mouth and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he died a few feet in front of him. Sadly, it seemed that it would be very poor manners to start killing the lords of the great realms when they were supposed to soon negotiate about the future of all the realm. Despite resisting the urge of gutting all the Khitani where they stood, Rollo still had a feeling that he would kill that man later, and he'd make sure it was slow and satisfying. Instead, he let Shamgar rectify the situation with the one skill he was actually good at. When it came to the part about tying the ribbons around the Khitani weapons, he couldn't help but to burst out in laughter.

“No no, please continue, dawnbringer.” He made a signal with his hand showing that it was okay for Shamgar to continue. “Just that bit about the ribbons. . . well, whatever lies you humans wish to tell each other. It's hardly any of my business.” He took this as one more opportunity to speak with the dawnbringer in a whisper. “We'll have need of your silver tongue in the near the future. Even if it does amuse me when I purposely make your job harder for you.” With a sincere smile, he turned back to face the Khitani Khan.

“It's a pity that you find the Kreshvi to be untrustworthy, horse lord, but I think that all you have to do is take a look around you to find that not a single man in this hall can actually be trusted. Not even your own men.” He gave the human a quick bow. “Do forgive me for attempting to make you conform to the same rules as everyone else. The Khitani are a special case it seems. Even so, I believe the dawnbringer has the right of it- bickering over such small details foreshadows how things will turn out tomorrow.” As Rollo was making his leave from the Khitani, he turned his head and spoke again. “Also, one more thing: staring down a Kreshvi is an easy way to find yourself dead. Not a threat, only the truth.” With that, he rested his hand at the hilt of his sword, and actually began to make his way from the stubborn Khitani. He figured that there would be plenty of time to have fun with them all later. At the present moment, he wished to discuss a few things with his brother Ikvar, who was currently leaned against the wall, cleaning his nails with an over-sized knife.

Ikvar was many times taller than Rollo, and had long braided hair that fell down his back. Beyond that, their facial features were similar enough for them to be recognized as brothers, but there was definitely a sort of distance between the two. “I could hear all of you squawking like damned crows, I hope that you didn't offend all the humans already?” Ikvar had never been as charismatic, charming, or subtle as Rollo, but Rollo had always found him to be remarkably useful in a battle and one to talk to, as the vast ways in which the brothers were different was rather useful when he wanted a contrasting view on important matters. Rollo simply shrugged. “Only the Khitani at the moment, but I'm sure they're just the first of many.” Ikvar simply ignored his brother's snarky wit.

Ikvar motioned to the guard armor that he wore. “How much longer will I be subjected to this ridiculous outfit?" Rollo flashed his brother one of his smiles. “Take it off once you get to your chambers if you wish, but I think it fits you well. The finalization of the Kreshvi Guard is something I need to speak to Shamgar about, if it actually happens at all. This little stunt might have made him scrap the entire idea.” Rollo laughed at that notion. That was when he noticed that he was being approached by James Conrad and his entourage. The seaman offered him a gift, which turned to be a sword of exquisite design, at least by human standards.

Offering a sword to a Kreshvi? How foolish. . . and amusing, Rollo thought to himself. It truly made him wonder if the human wished to curry favor with him, and if he did, it was a rather futile attempt at one. Still, the Conrad was bold, so he had to give the man at least some credit. He lifted the sword from its case and it was exactly what he expected. The fine jewels embedded in its hilt, the way that the blade itself reflected the light, it was clearly a sword meant for display or for a wealthy man to wear at his hip without ever the intention of actually using it to fight. Giving a Kreshvi a sword was foolish, and giving him a toy sword was even more so. He pointed the sword at Conrad's face until the tip of the sword was barely an inch from Conrad's eye. At the slightest movement, Rollo knew he could potentially kill the man where he was. With a flick of his wrist, he offered the hilt of the sword to his brother.

Ikvar accepted it and immediately frowned. He slashed it at the open air a few times and his expression remained unchanged. He offered the sword back to Rollo. “I would kill the human for giving you such a poor sword. It just looks pretty.” Rollo looked directly into Conrad's eyes. “I don't suppose you speak Kreshvi human, but my brother just told me to kill you.” There was a few seconds of nearly unbearable silence before Rollo continued. “But I'd like to think of myself as being more forgiving than Ikvar, and it wouldn't prove well if we all started killing each other, now would it? Say what you want of me, human. I know that one does not give a gift to another without an ulterior motive.” Rollo smiled.

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Note: Bolded dialogue is Kreshvi, unbolded dialogue is Elydinish, or the Common Tongue

Lords, men-at-arms, servants, and knights. They had all gathered in the main hall of the Phoenix Palace, answering the call to the summit that would eventually be held in another chamber of this giant palace. Some gawked, others seemed bored or uninterested, but all of the were clearly liars, and they were best at it. And who was he? This man stood in close proximity to Shamgar Paragon himself, and the armor that covered every inch of his body suggested that he was the captain of the guard, and for all extensive purposes, he was. His loyal guardsmen held their stoic positions with none of the human delegation any the wiser, and could he really blame them? Most of them governed their respective realms, and rarely left the confines of their capitals to even recognize a member of the royal guard, save for the emblem that was emblazoned upon all their armor. He had doubts that even denizens of Skyhaven would be able to detect this deception. Peace had reigned throughout the realm for many years, and few would cast their eyes on the royal guard, who were tasked with protection and stability in the palace, of treachery. In fact, due to recent events, it was more likely that priests were being eyed with much more suspicion. It was almost refreshing to see men who believed they were in complete and total safety, even though he had already cast his net over them all, and there was little they could do to escape from being ensnared within it.

At this particular point in time, it wasn't yet time to reveal him and his warriors, so he took this time to observe them in their natural habitat. Many of the people that were assembling before Shamgar and the captain were people he had only read about in old texts. The horse-lords, the men of the isles, and mountain men alike, even the captain, who particularly prided himself in his travels when he was only a boy, couldn't help but to gawk from behind his all-concealing helm, much like a child visiting his first fair or tournament. The multitude of different cultures was certainly a sight to behold. It was interesting to wonder which of these lords would pursue the lofty title of Lord Regent. All men desired more than they were born with, and for those who were born so close to the top of this so-called feudal society, becoming the second most powerful man in all of Elydin was rather appealing. It was certainly an out of reach goal for most, for there can only be one Lord Regent, and it would guarantee disaster if a some of these lords were to be given such power over all the realm.

Agrippa Paragon was to be crowned in the following days, but since he was a boy of only six cycles, it is difficult to predict what the future might hold. The truth of the matter is fairly simple- if a boy cannot hold a sword, and if his voice cannot be heard over the clash of steel and scream of men on a battlefield, he simply cannot rule- at least not alone. If the summit had its desired effect, the best man to help rule of Elydin for the next few cycles would be chosen. If not... well, neither one of those possibilities was of much concern to the guard captain. He had other goals that he wished to achieve.

As for Shamgar himself, the aging man was competent and well-spoken. A true shame that he had decided to give up his claim by entering the priesthood. Kammeth only knew how much chaos and uncertainty could have been avoided if he had done the dutiful thing and remained within the line of succession. Still, that was neither here or there, and wondering about what-ifs only stalled men from reality itself. The Crown of Oaths was stolen, the future king was a boy barely off his mother's teat, and the captain had no doubt that all these “high” lords would endlessly bicker among themselves. It sounded like a lot of fun.

When Shamgar gave the order for the guard to collect all weapons from the lords and their knights, his own men swiftly got to work, stripping them all of pointy and sharp objects. All seemed to be going according to plan until the Khitani Khan refused to do so. The captain gave an irritated sigh that created condensed moisture on the inside of his helmet. Of course things couldn't go as smoothly as the captain had wished! It wasn't much of a problem, though. Such an ordeal such as this could easily be rectified with a few choice words.

“Is it not curious that you are the only ones who are not willing to surrender their weapons? Perhaps this is the making of some plot by the Khitani?” He let his words float into the hall for a moment, so that the many lords around him could fully comprehend his meaning. “It's of no significance, of course. I'm sure you have no ill intention. In either case, before you stands Dawnbringer Shamgar Paragon himself, who currently speaks with the same authority of the High King himself! Show some respect, human."

That's all it took. A simple slip of the tongue. A habit of his that managed to escape from his lips. No human would ever refer to another as human. His hand quickly fell to the hilt of his sword that hung at his hip. “I meant to say Khitani. . .” the false captain began, but it was already too late for that.

Almost in unison, the guardsmen professionally lifted and pointed their spears at the gathered delegation, not allowing the humans to move an inch. With an even greater sigh of irritation, he spoke in some foreign language. “For Kammeth's sake, we nearly had them!” With his free hand, he removed the helmet that had once concealed his face to reveal a startling image. Pale gray skin that was nearly white, eyes that were blacker than the night's sky, short, cropped silver hair that shone when the light hit it, and finally, a smooth hairless face that only possessed a single scar that stretched across his jaw and over his mouth. Undoubtedly and most certainly he was a Kreshvi, there was no denying that. None had expected the arrival of any Kreshvi delegation, and though a letter had been sent requesting their presence, it was more a formality since the Kreshvi usually ignored the affairs of humans, other than the few Kreshvi mercenaries, bodyguards, and military advisors. The Kreshvi cast aside his helmet and all the royal guards in the main hall did the same. Revealing that their true race was certainly not human.

Looking upon all the Kreshvi, it was clear that a few of them were very tall, but it seemed that a wide variety of heights had been chosen, as to not raise suspicion about their disguises. The Kreshvi who had been masquerading as the captain was the shortest of them all, with Shamgar being slightly taller than him. The Kreshvi leader have a simple shrug, a grin, and gave them all a short bow. “I do hope you enjoyed our little performance.” His Elydinish was nearly perfect, though if you listened closely, you could hear the slightest hint of an exotic accent. He removed his hand from his sword hilt, and raised his hand. “Now now, warriors. It's best to not give the humans the wrong idea,” he began by speaking in Kreshvi before expertly switching over to the common tongue, “it wouldn't do well if they thought we were taking them as hostages. It would be much too difficult to get the ransoms, and it seems that they are out of fancy crowns to steal.” With that final comment, he gave Shamgar a half-smile.

Once the command was given, the Kreshvi instantly obeyed by placing their spears upon the floor and gave the Kreshvi salute of pounding their fist into their left breast and held that position. The reasoning was clear why they had snapped to attention and obeyed the Kreshvi leader so quickly, he much have been the Ak-Sheh, and a Kreshvi could not refuse any orders issued by the Ak-Sheh. The Ak-Sheh turned back to the delegation. “My utmost apologies,” he gave them all a refined bow, “I am Ak-Sheh Rollo va Herik Kreshimera, perhaps you have heard of me?” Faced with continued silence, he spoke again. “No matter. We wished to have a... more explosive entrance, and it seemed to have the desired effect.” He turned but grabbed the shoulder of Shamgar, and whispered in his ear, “I'm having much more fun than I thought I would be. Let's see what happens next?” With another smile, he patted the dawnbringer's cheek a few times.

“It seems like we're royal guardsmen for the day! Continue to gather those weapons-” he paused by looking at the Khitani “-including the horse-lords.”

Tales Of A Gilded Throne- NS

Still a WIP

House Kreshimera

House Name: Kreshimera

Head of House: Ak-Sheh Rollo va Herik Kreshimera

Born the third son of Ak-Sheh Herik, but due to Kreshvi succession laws, this matters very little. Still, very few considered the possibility that he would ever become the Ak-Sheh based on his short stature for a Kreshvi. Despite this disadvantage, he was no less successful as a warrior or commander, quickly becoming the commander of the honor guard itself, which is often regarded as second only to the Ak-Sheh. He's usually regarded as having been more a skilled fighter than even his father, who had been exceptionally renowned during this time. However, he never challenged his own father for the position of Ak-Sheh, but instead won the series of bouts with his many brothers when his father died from undisclosed circumstances. He is considered to be cunning, intelligent, and sometimes ruthless in the execution of his goals, and commands total and utmost respect from his Kreshvi warriors. Beyond this, the young Kreshvi Ak-Sheh is known very little outside of Kreshva'ik'va itself.

House Specialty: Perhaps the greatest strength for the Kreshvi people is their great emphasis on superior warriors, at least when compared to the other realms of man. Such formidable warriors is a direct result of multiple means. The first of which being the extreme martial culture of the Kreshvi themselves. They simply like to fight, value the fight on the battlefield, and elevate the notion of skill and ability in combat to be very desirable attributes. Next, they possess a veteran and skilled leadership that is strictly based upon merit. Meaning that the right of birth does not give one the right to lead warriors, but those who have proven themselves are elevated within Kreshvi society. As for the common warrior, all Kreshvi tend to take up the sword at a young age, and usually train themselves on a constant basis throughout their entire life, and is maintained even by those who pursue vastly different facets of life. In any case, the Kreshvi are far more likely to construct new forts than new villages or towns, but their towns often grow out of these formidable structures. Because of the Kreshvi's focus on individual prowess, they cannot be truly seen as a disciplined and unified ranked fighting force like the royal army. Rather thank ranks and files, they perform much more efficiently in smaller groups, and are deadly on their own. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say that a single Kreshvi could take multiple opponents on his own. Against a disciplined and organized human army led by a competent general, the Kreshvi fighting potential would be halved, but they excel at guerrilla and defensive warfare. Though the Kreshvi are skilled in a number of different weapons, they prefer weapons of close to mid range like, swords, spears, glaives, etc. They lack a significant dedicated calvary, though horsemanship is a main mode for travel in their vast desert homes, which they manage to do effectively. Finally, the average foot soldier also doubles as an archer, being able to change their role on the battlefield almost instantaneously.

House Ancestral Weapon: In the hands of the Kreshimeras for generations, Geva'ik'valla, is a mighty glaive first given to Kreshin'ak the Great, during the Wyrm Wars. It is placed on a staff made from pure Dragonbone, and is intricate carved and embellished with Kreshvi words associated with strength and valor. The blade itself was forged from Makitherin, and is imbued with a such a magic that it never dulls. It is said that it can cut through nearly anything, and provides the wielder with unnatural superhuman strength. If a human were to hold this weapon, it would burn when touched, and the same is true for any Kreshvi as well, save for the greatest warrior among them all, called the Ak-Sheh. Geva'ik'valla has not been used in battle for generations, therefore there are those who doubt its very existence.

Important members:

Serrina Kreshimera, 14: Rollo's only surviving sister, of whom he possesses a deep relationship that could be considered “unnatural” by others.

Ikvar Kreshimera: One of Rollo's brothers who was not slain by him during the duels of succession. It can be said that compared to Rollo, he is second when it comes to skill with a blade or spear. Still, this doesn't prevent him from being envious of his brother, though it is his continuous duty to serve the Ak-Sheh.

Nation/Realms Name: Kreshva'ik'va

Sigil: House Sigil

House Motto: Strength Through Steel

Region/color on map: Pink

Race name: The Kreshvi

Racial appearance: Physically, the Kreshvi's appearance deviates the most dramatically from other humans. The differences are so notable that the Kreshvi don't consider themselves human, and vice versa. Legends dating back from the Wyrm Wars suggest that they aren't aren't native to Elyddin, and although the validity of written accounts from this time period is largely questionable, it's accepted to be partially true, given how much the Kreshvi are physically and culturally different from humans. A male Kreshvi is typically anywhere from 6'0'' to 6'8'', and is an impressive figure to behold. Kreshvi females are much taller than their human counterparts, but tend to be shorter than men of their race. The skin of the Kreshvi carries a gray hue, though it can range from bluish to almost white. However, the older the Kreshvi is, the darker his skin becomes, so the oldest have a skin color that could be an almost black. Kreshvi hair, other than its color, is similar to human hair in such a way that it grows and looks the same. The color, on the other hand, is usually a white or silver. Most Kreshvi wear their hair long in intricate braids, though shorter hair is beginning to become more common for males. Fingernails and toenails are black, and possibly the biggest difference between humans and Kreshvi are their eyes. They lack any discernible pupils or irises, but rather, their eyes possess only one color- black. This makes it unsettling for many humans to engage a Kreshvi in direct eye contact, and it is difficult to exactly tell where Kreshvi is looking about. Humans are wary of the Kreshvi, and visible discrimination and racism has existed for generations.

Racial traits: The Kreshvi tend to make better warriors and fighters than the other races of men, due to their physical abilities and living in an extreme martial culture. The combat prowess of a Kreshvi warrior/soldier is seems to be greater than a human, therefore it isn't uncommon to see the wealthiest have Kreshvi bodyguards or to see a Kreshvi mercenary. Outside of this, many Kreshvi see little reason to venture outside of Kreshva'ik'va and as such Kreshvi society tends to be rather xenophobic towards humans. The constitution of the Kreshvi is very high, allowing them to continue fighting after receiving wounds that would have slowed down a normal human. Also, this causes the effects of many poisons (and alcohol) to be much slower, though poisons that are capable of killing a human will most likely be able to kill a Kreshvi, albeit at a slower rate. Pregnancy lasts around five years, giving the Kreshvi a much smaller population, and preventing them from growing at the same rate than that of humans. Kreshvi hit puberty and age at the same rate of humans, and it doesn't seem that their life expectancy is much greater than that of a human. In terms of magical ability, it seems that the Kreshvi are simply incapable of using magic at all, with the current decline of magic, this matters much less, but it was a significant disadvantage in the past. The unique eyes of the Kreshvi allows them to see better in dark environments. However, it does come with the side effect of not being able to distinguish certain colors.



Capital: 1: The Great Fortress City of Alek'ark at the mouth of the Great River- rumored to be impossible to siege, and one of the most impressive structures in the entire realm.

Capital Population: 26,897

Other Major Settlements: 2: Keva'al; 3: Hevaak; 4: Jkeni; 5: Lvnell; 6: Asagar'ak'varenell

Population: 1,772,400

Culture: First and foremost, the Kreshvi are a people who value strength and prowess in warfare above all else. This shouldn't be taken that they disregard all other things, in fact, they value family ties just as highly and will do nearly anything to protect their love ones. Even if death in battle is considered to be the most honorable way to die in Kreshvi culture, they will still mourn the passing of that particular loved one. Still, it is no coincidence that the Kreshvi are considered the most skilled warriors in all of Elyddin. It is rare for a day to pass that a Kreshvi won't engage in some form of training to further hone his skills. As such, during youth, Kreshvi routinely are put themselves through impressive training with their peers as they pretend to partake in their favorite legendary battles. After all, a Kreshvi who primarily makes his living by baking bread is not a baker, but a warrior who happens to also bake bread.

The ruthlessness and talent of Kreshvi warriors are so notable that they have been recognized throughout all of Elyden for this sheer aptitude. A popular saying is that, “Give a Kreshvi a sword, and no battle shall be lost.” Purely an exaggeration, since the Kreshvi are simply a mortal race of man, but it shows how well Kreshvi warriors are valued. Outside of battle, Kreshvi are fairly notable architects and blacksmiths. Proof of such is shown in the superb quality of Kreshvi arms and the many impressive fortresses that are constantly being built by the Kreshvi. The best example of such is The Great Fortress City of Alek'ark, which many say is nearly impregnable if the Ak-Sheh himself does not wish for you to enter.

The Kreshvi aren't known as being scholars, but they keep detailed records of events in the Library of Alek'ark, detailing all of Kreshvi history, even before the Wyrm Wars, in which they supposedly fled from their land of origin, if that is to be believed. The common tongue or “Elyddinish”, is rarely spoken within Kreshva'ik'va, and only really learned by Kreshvi nobles and the wealthy. Including language, much of human culture is banned, and humans in general much receive permission by the Ak-Sheh and his council to even venture into Kreshvi lands. Kreshvi-Human marriage is not recognized, and any offspring produced from such a union must be killed, as decreed by Kreshin'ak generations ago.

Outside of quality Kreshvi armor, Kreshvi male clothing consists of open footwear, usually well-made sandals that reach all the way up to the calves, as well as loose fitting trousers secured by colorful sashes around their waists. Males often wear nothing on their torsos, though open overcoats coats with intricate designs are common, with popular colors being purple, orange, and red. Women wear beautiful dresses, but also tend to wear more male inspired clothing.

The possibility for humans to become honorary Kreshvi is open, but it is a very difficult task to do so, and very few humans have ever met the requirements.

Type of Government: The title of the ruler of the Kreshvi is Ak-Sheh, which can be loosely translated as “Overlord” or even “Great Warrior”. Succession isn't purely hereditary, but limited to the strongest son (or sometimes uncles and cousins) of the former Ak-Sheh. Those interested put their name forward, and it is decided who shall be selected as the next Ak-Sheh by a series of single combat between the interested claimants. The one who is victorious assumes the mantle of Ak-Sheh, of which he maintains for the rest of his life, though it isn't unheard of for an Ak-Sheh to abdicated before his death or defeated by a claimant. Rule over Kreshva'ik'va is shared between him and a select council of Kreshvi nobles, but ultimately, the Ak-Sheh has the ultimate authority.

Influence and relations: TBD

Military – 7,362

The average Kreshvi warrior wears light leather and chainmail, mostly for ease of movement and mobility. They are trained in both melee and ranged combat, but tend to prefer a sword/shield and short bow. This grants them the ability to instantly change the composition of their units from melee, ranged, or mixed. Also, this grants them the ability to alter the course of battle if the need arises. The individual fighting capability of the average Kreshvi is greater than that of soldiers. Therefore, it is very unlikely for an average soldier to defeat a Kreshvi in single combat, and it's recommended for every one Kreshvi, to engage him with at least more than one human. That said, the average Kreshvi likes to fight, and it thrills them to be thrust in the course of any battle, which can't be said for an average human levy. As a conventional army, the Kreshvi simply is not one. Every member of society is more than capable of fighting, and does so gladly. More dedicated Kreshvi eventually fine a place in the personal honor guard of the Ak-Sheh, and those who do are noted for being some of the absolute best warriors that the Kreshvi have to offer. It isn't uncommon for any sons of an Ak-Sheh to find their own place in the honor guard, since they logically have access to the best equipment, instructors, and training.

Landscape: Largely a desert, but Kreshva'ik'va boasts fertile riverbanks and coasts, hills, mountains, and a few plains/forests. On their eastern coast, the greatest fortresses known to man have been built, in direct response to invasions mounted from the Black Continent. Should the Kreshvi ever be overrun, it could very well spell doom for the rest of humanity.

Wildlife: The Gnolls could be considered a threat, though most Kreshvi are eager for such engagements, which forced many of the Gnolls to seek easier human targets in the borderlands. Many dangerous creatures can be found in the deep interior, such as giant lizards, and some of the most poisonous creatures in Elydin.

History: Although the exact origin of the Kreshvi is very much a mystery, one thing is known for certain- they are definitely not native to Elydin. The very first accounts of them appearing is during the end of the Wyrm Wars, in which they played crucial role in securing a final and total human victory. Many have suspicions that their home of origin is that of the Black Continent, after all, Kreshvi are very alien in appearance, and they supposedly used a massive fleet to reach Elydin. This appears to be true based on some of the remnants of these great ships still left, and the very fact that mention or reference to the Black Continent is very much taboo in Kreshvi society. In Kreshvi texts, even their time on the Black Continent seems to be rather limited, noting that there nothing before the Great Awakening. Though it does make the distinction that the Kreshvi existed, it says that they had no independent thought, desire, or will. Their greatest historical figure, and arguably a legendary figure, was Kreshin'ak. He is attributed as being the first Ak-Sheh of the Kreshvi people, and the founder of the dynasty that now rules over Kreshva'ik'va. He led the Kreshvi in the tumultuous times, and even orchestrated the massive migration of the Kreshvi people to Elydin, claiming that their future was beyond the sea and that there was still a fight to be won.

Building of such a giant fleet is rather questionable, since the Kreshvi were never known as being seafarer, either way, they managed to cross the sea with such a fleet, and thus began their involvement in the Wyrm Wars. Against insurmountable odds, the intervention of the Kreshvi gave all the races of men the ability to win the final victory. And there was peace, at least for a time. Humans, for the most part, accepted the Kreshvi due to their aid during the Wyrm Wars, but significant suspicion exists. Even so, the Kreshvi chose to settle the vast eastern desert and renamed it to Kreshva'ik'va, or “Land of Our People”. And such, the Kreshvi have remained the first line of defense against the invasions from the Black Continent, and because of this, human and Kreshvi collaboration is not unheard of.

During the Unification of Elyden, Kreshva'ik'va would be the last independent realm to exist outside of the Paragon's control, and faced with a war that was certainly un-winnable, the Ak-Sheh chose to bend the knee instead. He faced massive amounts of hostility and criticism for this, and even today, he is considered a craven who gave away Kreshvi freedom in which they had valued since the Great Awakening.

Strengths: Desert Region: Though it boasts quite a few drawbacks, that vast desert that makes up Kreshva'ik'va proves to be invaluable in a defensive war. No foreign army can hope to invade Kreshva'ik'va and hope to stand against the unforgiving heat and the superior Kreshvi warriors who have long ago mastered desert combat. This allows them to excel at defensive and guerrilla warfare.

Individual Prowess: The fighting capability of each Kreshvi is much greater than those of other realms, offering them a more significant and effective presence on the battlefield.

Weaknesses: Desert Region- Such a region proves troublesome to support a large population, and lacks certain natural resources to sustain one as well.

Human Suspicion: Humans are just as wary of Kreshvi as they are of them. As such, it makes diplomacy, alliances, and cooperation quite the difficult task.

Export: Iron, Glassware, Stone, Weapons

Import: Food, Wood, Clothing Material

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