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Nation Name: Kinthari Imperium
Races: 18 Points Spent
High Elves, Elves, Dragons, Kender

Important Note on Characters: Due to their near constant use of Magic, all High Elves have silvery white hair, and pale blue eyes that stand out against their pale skin.
Emperor Bel’adir, High Elf: The face of the Imperium, the Emperor represents the High Elves of the Imperium, and proclaims the aims and goals of his people with the complete backing of the Imperial Military and the Mages Towers. To cross the Emperor is to invite the wrath of the Imperium, and despite their lack of taste for war, they are not to be underestimated. His hates orcs more than anything, due to the loss of several close family members during one of the Resistance raids against the Imperium in the past, and holds this hatred close to his heart.

Draugithar’nuin: This Legendary Dragon is the oldest of the dragons within the Imperium, his days older than the Imperium itself, he led his kin to join the High Elves during what they call the Unity War, burning the orcs from their mountain holds, crushing the humans on the plains and wiping their ilk from the Imperium in the purity of fire. The largest of the Dragons within the Imperium, his golden hide it enhanced even further by the majestic armour that was masterfully crafted and fitted to his massive frame.

Tyr Sunrider: Tyr is the Warrior God reborn to the High Elves, his battles against raiders and enemies alike are the stuff of legend to the younger generation, his sword was crafted with the aid of the Mages and Dragons alike, the beautiful Moonfang was forged in the heat of Dragon fire, cooled with the touch of magical water, and fashioned by the greatest smith of the Imperium, Vaulun.

Cyrene Ravenhair: The High Mage of the Mages’ Tower, Cyrene was tutored not by another Mage, but by Draugithar’nuin himself, she is well versed in all the Schools of Magic, and is highly regarded by the Emperor’s Council. With her years of experience she has advised the Emperor on many matters, and does not hold herself above others with her position, earning her the love of the Elven warriors who she teaches in the ways of hunting the Witch. Every warrior who passes within the Mages Tower can expect a harsh and stern teacher in the form of Cyrene, but none can deny that those same warriors are masters of their own specialised craft.

Gabriel Hawkborne: Master of aerial combat, it was a shock when the veteran warrior stepped down from leading the Gryphons and Hippogriffs of the Imperium, his reasoning was that he had learned all he could of the aerial battles, and wished to learn more of the ground, and is often seen at the front, slogging through mud and blood to fight alongside his warriors. Despite fighting up close now, he still uses the Skyspear to full effect, and is not to be taken lightly when in close combat, his agility and personal strength make him a fearsome opponent.

Techlas Sunrider: The brother of Tyr, Techlas languished in the Imperial Army, not as strong nor able as his brother, he was shunned by all until High Mage Cyrene Ravenhair found the potential to become a Mage within the young High Elf, since his first days within the Mages Tower, Techlas has mastered several Schools of Magic, but his skills lie in the fields of healing, many a wounded warrior has been brought back from the steps of death itself and returned to the land of the living because of Techlas’ aptitude for the healing arts.

Eldrad Swiftwing: A rather young elf by the standards of their race, Eldrad was marked out to join the Mages Tower relatively early on in life, he’s affinity with Fire has proven to grow with his age, and his mastery of the Fire element is unrivalled, and many a raiding party has learned this fact when walls of fire cut off their retreat of fireballs rain from the sky throughout their encampment. His personality matches his affinity however, for he is quick to anger and easily swayed to thoughts of battle and war. When he is not in battle, he is often found either in the forges of Kinthar, or at the home of Parth’unax, conversing about tales of the past and the strength of Fire over the other elementals.

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Sub-Topic: Religion [+]

The Imperium does not find itself overly religious, although they take care to respect the Five Elements that represent their Old Gods. Each God was associated with an element, such as Kal’el’adesh the Warrior God, whose fiery temperament matched the Fire Element perfectly, and Ri’val’del the Lady of Love, Hope and Faith, whose slightest word could change entire nations from their darkest desires, was represented by Light. Vaul’Ka’din the Craftsman, his works began with moulding the Elves and High Elves, from the very Earth, and his Sister Goddess Ju’nol’Ka’din, the Changer of Ways brought the whispers of life from the very Air and instilled it within the lifeless husks. But this was not enough to fully create the Elves, according to legend it was the Goddess Bel’an’Tas’adar, the Thinker, who brought life to the husks, she moulded the very fabric of reality in which the greatest craftsman’s works could live and breathe naturally, and with a fraction of each God and Goddess within this work. She spoke of the Elves like children, the children of the Gods, the Firstborn, but like all children they needed guidance and teaching. Kal’el’adesh taught the first Swordmasters the art of battle, of how to keep their emotions hidden until they had to unleash them on the field of battle, Ri’val’del taught them the basics of Magic, of keeping the Shadow of Vor’A’torg at bay, the blackest magic in the world was his “gift to the world, a direct challenge to Ri’val’del, Vaul’Ka’din taught the first tradesmen of the Imperium, from metalwork to stonework, from carpentry to glasswork, and Ju’nol’Ka’din taught them the art of schooling, of teaching them the better way of life, of avoiding the horrors of war through dialogue. With the teachings of all the Gods, was Bel’an’Tas’adar’s gift granted, she taught them the truth of the world, that they must adapt in order to survive, to learn all they could in order to adapt. Her words were like water, wrapping around a problem and wearing away at the deepest of traditions with truth and word. With these teachings did the High Elves and Elven husks break free from their lifeless states, and begin creating the first city of the Imperium.

To this day the Old Gods are still revered, temples are still within the cities and shrines within the forts, but no longer does the blood of animals stain their alters nor the souls of the young need feed their deities. Prayer is given in the form of the God in question, the Warrior God is worshipped through the training of warriors, on the field of battle, the Craftsman is given homage in the form of the great works of the Elven Tradesmen, the Lady through the Mages art, the Changer of Ways through their schooling, and the Thinker through their survival.

Army Sub-Topic: Training [+]

Swordmasters: The Swordmasters are the pinnacle of martial prowess within the Imperium, they are equipped as such and are expected to hold the line where no one else can. Despite their namesake, Swordmasters are in fact equally capable with sword, spear, axe and mace, but it is their silver great swords that are their favoured weapon of choice. The Swordmasters recruit from a select pool of candidates, those who have spent every waking moment running through rigorous courses and performing a harsh training regime designed to make the recruit and weapon one body, with the strength and endurance to match their harsh demands. When a Swordmaster falls, or is promoted to command, his space is filled by a recruit believed to be ready for the next step, this is often decided by a gladiatorial tournament, with recruits facing one another in armed melee, the victor is then taken under the guidance of a Swordmaster, to learn the tactics and rituals of the legendary warrior group. This tutorship could last mere months, or it can last years, but once the Swordmaster deems the recruit ready, they shall duel one another to first blood, for the lessons imprinted in the minds of every Swordmaster teach one thing, that first blood should be the only blood. It is very rare for a recruit to best his master, but the duel shows what the recruit has learned and if he is ready to become an actual Swordmaster in more than name. On those rare occasions where the recruit bests his master, it is a cause of great celebration and expectation, he is expected to reach greater heights, and will even earn the right to speak with the Ancient Dragon Draugithar’nuin on what these expectations shall be.

Iron Guard: The Iron Guard recruit from a group of thirty year veterans, and only after extensive tests and mock battles have been run through can an archer even expect to hold a Dragon Bow. After earning a place within their vaunted ranks, the Iron Guard recruit shall been thrown into a strict regime of training which will including daily practice with the Dragon Bow, drills with the longsword and mock battles against other units that happen to be around. Although they are not as demanded as the Swordmasters, they train equally as hard, if not harder. If a day passes where they haven’t passed their previous record for distance and accuracy of their Dragon Bow, the day has been wasted, and earns them half a night of extra training for their lack of progress.

Iron Knights: The Iron Knights are masters of the horse and lance, equipped with the finest scale armour, and the sharpest lances and the sturdiest of shields, they are like a relentless ocean of destruction, few can stand against their charge without fear riddling through their minds. An Iron Knight must first serve in the Reaver Regiments, learning how to handle his horse with the bare minimum and earning enough trust and faith by their comrades to warrant acceptance into the Knights. Once accepted, the new Knight is run through the various tactics and formations of the Knights, no more avoiding close quarters against the enemy, but charging into the fray armoured with scale metal, and their horse now protected by mail skirts and segmented armour. The arrowhead formation of the Knights is a proven favour, punching a hole in an enemy line, and following through with a mass of armoured Knights to widen the gap. A Knight is trained rigorously on the formations, and target practice with a lance at full charge, and when the lance is broken, they draw their swords, and mock battles with mounted swordsmen are often seen in the concourses, and draw crowds of civilians eager to watch the mock battles.

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Vakte's Krogan Battlemaster of Utter Random Moment of Thinking Stuff [+]

Name: Helios Barb
Race: Krogan
Gender: Male
Age: 953
Class: Battlemaster
Appearance:

Background: Born 1223 CE, Barb was one of the last births of Clan Helios, before elements of Clan Weyrloc overpowered them and absorbed the survivors into their own forces. Barb was raised as a Weyrloc and was put through many challenges in his life, from gladiatorial fights with fellow krogan, to fighting against the beasts of Tuchanka. As he grew older, and stronger, his body was scarred from the close calls with death, but despite being of the Helios blood, members of the Blood Pack saw potential in the young krogan, and “recruited” him. Fighting with the elite of Weyrloc, Barb grew accustomed to the direst and practically always lethal tactics of the Blood Pack, using the Vorcha as their cannon fodder, and charging into heavily fortified positions. I was not long after the Systems’ Alliance became a formal non-Council vassal that Barb met humans. Fighting with the Blood Pack showed Barb much of the galaxy, and he had fought against every race known apart from the Geth. On the agricultural world of Tartarus, the Batarians had purchased the services of the Blood Pack to destroy the human colony on this fertile world, and it was here that Barb found a new respect for humanity. During the raid, he had seen untrained militia come together and pour withering amounts of firepower into the Vorcha, and the local hunters used their long-barrelled rifles to maximum effect, downing krogan with a few shots. Barb himself bears several scars on his body where the solid slugs of the rifles had penetrated his armour. Although in the end, the colony did fall, the surviving Blood Pack were not enough to ensure that all the humans had been killed. What little searching they did found nothing, although Barb did kill several Vorcha who disagreed with him about the ruins of one building.
With a newfound insight into how the other races of the galaxy might come together, Barb left the Blood Pack, simply vanishing into the crowds of Omega. It didn’t take long for the krogan to find another mercenary group, this one was more fitting to his eyes, humans, batarians and even salarians, but thankfully, no turians. The Red Suns earned several accolades during their time, but the Blood Pack does not forget, nor forgive, to their eyes, Barb had deserted them, and had to die as an example. Exactly six years to the day of his vanishing act, the Red Suns base on the moon of Praetorian was attacked by the Blood Pack, although the Red Suns numbered several hundred, the sheer numbers of the Blood Pack whittled away the outer defences, along with defenders. By the third hour of the attack, Barb’s own squad had been decimated, the ten-strong squad had been reduced to three, including Barb. Bodies of Vorcha and krogan filled the hallway, a barricade of flesh that protected fresh charges from the Blood Pack, the range of the Red Suns guns meant nothing when they couldn’t target the enemy.
By the fourth hour, the Red Suns had been pushed back to the command centre, a mere thirteen fighters from what had been a promising band of mercenaries. All bore their wounds with pride, the Blood Pack had given them a chance, turn Barb over to them, or die together, the Red Suns leader, a former major of the Alliance, Joseph Hunt, had seen the offer for what it was, a waste, the Blood Pack would murder them regardless of if they handed Barb over to them or not. The last moments of the battle didn’t last long, the blast doors of the centre burst open with explosive force, the hail of shrapnel and even the doors themselves claimed another two Suns, then the shooting began, storms of slugs and fire filled the doorway, biotic pulses cracked the stonework, a glorious fight to the death in Barb’s eyes. But he didn’t see the end of the firefight, a screaming rocket had smashed into the roof above him, a pile of debris fell over the krogan, trapping him in place. Another explosion rocked his tomb, adding more rubble over him, a girder had pierced his body, his blood seeping out and forming a pool below and around him. The shooting had stopped, the laughter of the Blood Pack echoing in his mind, the cheers of the Vorcha. For hours he lay there, unable to move, his body in pain but not nearly close enough to death for him to feel it’s cold embrace. Then came his “rescuers”, before the Blood Pack had received their answer from Hunt, the veteran figher had sent a message to the nearest Alliance forces, calling in favours to get help. An entire regiment of Alliance Marines had arrived too late, they dug through the rubble and the corpses, eventually finding Barb buried in the centre, the bodies of the Red Suns around him, the Blood Pack corpses filled the doorway and hall, that chokepoint had been the Red Suns only hope, had it not been for the missile, Barb would’ve charged into that opening and fought tooth and nail to see his friends survive.
Once the krogan had been freed from the rubble, and pushed past the Alliance medics who still had little idea of krogan physiology, Barb bartered passage from the ruin of his new home, trading whatever he could from his own effects to reach Omega once more. He would find the warlord of the Blood Pack, and he would see him bleed before death takes him, but first he had to gain the credits and equipment to do so. Working as an enforcer for Aria T’Lok, Barb began renewing his personal funds and equipment, he shed his Red Suns armour for newer equipment, keeping the emblem of the Red Suns in place on his shoulder guard, his shoddy assault rifle renewed with specialised mods and rounds, his old Firestorm shotgun exchanged for a gruesome Graal Spike Thrower, now he just needed a location of the Blood Pack warlord, and he knew where to get it….. He just needed the help to get there.
Equipment: Torrent V Assault Rifle with Battle-Scanner Mod and Incendiary Rounds, Graal Spike Thrower unmodded.
Armour:

Elanus Risk Control Services, Warlord Heavy Armour modded with Ablative Coating, and Shield Modulator
Powers: Barrier, Warp, Throw
Personal Quarters: To be decided.

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