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Blighted Etherea: The Champions of Hope

While the grand fleet of the chosen continued its cheers and rallied on desk. A fleet was rapidly making its way towards the darkness ridden beach. As several ropes were attached on the body of a massive creature that was hauling several ships containing two hundred of his kin. A monster that was pulling forth the ships that his kin were. As his movement continued to make waves that rocked the ships of his own and the comrades near them.

"Fellow Rarians!" A minotaur wearing a robe yelled out as his kin made ready. Some sharpening what weapons that they could wield and muster from the alliance arsenals. While several others prepared the boulders that they would throw into the ranks of the waiting darkness.

"We have abandoned our home, people, weapons, culture, and most of our identity!" He yelled out once more as he continued as they finally saw the darkness that waited before them.

"For long we have escaped death. Our glorious entrances to the eternal war. Where our forefathers fight and gather endless glory. Guided by the false beliefs of our chieftain that led us here. We have lost our right to call ourselves as Rarians yet, today we repent, show ourselves worthy of the eternal war by returning home to our harsh homeland. Leave these wretched lands that breeds only weaklings for we are Rarian the people of the strong!" He yelled as he slammed his staff into surface of the ship.

An act soon enough started the fragmentation of his vessel but, as he casted his spell which most of the minotaurs started to feel their bodies strengthen as a result making them all enough ready for what was to come as the alliance saw their ships break from the pressure of their feet which slammed themselves as hard as they can in order to launch the stones that they carried which quickly made quick work of those that found themselves in the direction of such projectiles while some placed them within small pouches that acted as slings which made their attacks all the more devastating as one boulder soon enough landed before flattening several of the darkness that found itself infront of such rocks.

Though as the boats started to break now that they were close to the shoreline some of them soon enough jump to the sides in order to swim and join their chieftain within the salty waters below as they saw him slowly get up now that his feet were able to feel the soft sand below his feet. Though at it was the Rarians saw creatures infront of them. The first ones that would help them go to land and help them make ready for the bloody battle before them. As stones rocked the enemy positions near the besieged cities while they saw the defenders fighting for their lives on top of the massive stone walls that lined all across the adorning walls.

In a way it was quite a sight that further made them all the more happier. For once since their retreat would they have a great battle and claim their entrance towards the endless war. As such most rushed to their war chiefs side as the massive shelled people of the city stood in deviants against the darkness. As with time the ships that they rode on started to decrease in size and number showing the defenders the first sings of there reinforcements as a massive Minotaur rose from the horizon only to roar while his warriors soon enough appearing infront of him as they too found their footing before rushing towards the port climbing the stone dockyards and doing their best to join the fighting.

Yet as they arrived all of them could only see that the fighting was over making them sigh in defeat knowing that their glorious death would not be given while the iron bull fished out all that had trouble finding their way up the dockyards while he soon enough saw a turtle lying in wait while he took care of his kins men.

Blighted Etherea: The Champions of Hope

<Snipped quote by Ollumhammersong>

This is up to you. You could be on the ships going to make land fall and we'd be on different ships. However, if like Moon Man you choose to stay on the mainland, then that's where you'll be.

@Liotrent

I think that I would be with the fleet. As for the enemies what do we expect to see and is the army with us or are we going to be the vanguard that will try to secure a landing for the main force to arrive?

Blighted Etherea: The Champions of Hope

@Liotrent

One question are we on our own places or are we with you in the ships going to the mainland?

I figured that this alliance would be much more organized or are we a loose confederation of elite warriors that just ventured forth into the darkness?

Blighted Etherea: The Champions of Hope

Champion

Name: What do we call them?
Karduke
Title:
Iron Bull

Gender: Male or Female?
Male

Race: What are they?
Minotaur

Age: How old are they?
380

Physical appearance: Height, Eye color, hair, etc.
5.25 meters or the size of a two-story building (Being the only one that is able to grow this tall even to the minotaurs. Mostly due to the fact that most Minotaurs don't rest up the age of 200 making him one of the tallest and oldest of the minotaurs.)

History: What have they done? where did they come from? How'd they become a champion?
Being the hundredth child of his father Tolbeast iron hoof and raised within the high lands of the rarian waste or the savage horde. Life for him and so with many of the rarians were brutal and fanatic. Raised to survive and earn his place in the unending war Karduke was in constant threat since his birth. From the occasional raids from both the southern parts of the world or even the massive kingdoms of man, elf, dwarve, and more he learned to wield any weapon that he had gotten from the field. Using pole arms as daggers, ballista as crossbows and even rubble as ammo for their slings, the young war child fought and survive where most should have fallen. Making him into a veteran in his early adult and earning recognition and mates to start his own war herd and venture off on his own.

While magically inept due to his lack of education, he in return learns from countless victories and defeats the brutally and complexity of war. Developing formations and even coordination from his elites who prior to him led their own war parties to ensure that the tribe survives the harsh landscapes of the waste. From raiding the vastly rich city states within the mountains for food, wealth, and even hostages to fund their tribe to hunting the vast monsters that call the Rarian waste their own. His tribe would grow and prosper.

One such hunt made him into a legend when he hunted a dragon with only his most trusted of war band and himself. A natural predator to his kin and the slayer of ten of his kids and his love. A terror of the waste that was known as Ice maw which reign within the icy valley. As such he alone with his trusted elite would go towards the peek where he would make legends. As the ice maw was a giant even to the minotaur which resulted in the death of his elite guards before he soon enough crashed into it with his mighty axe and opened a deep hole into its hide only for the beast to breathe his ice into him causing his body to freeze while also shattering his legendary axe but before he would die the chieftain now enraged would charge into the gap within his body. Grabbing wound with both of his massive arms before soon enough forcing its wound to open wide enough to enter. Forcing himself into its body and slowly eating the beast from within. The dragon unable to get him out of him decided to dislodge him took to the skies above only for it to die moments later mid-air as he had gotten into its heart where it would rip, tear, and eat it until it was no more.

Yet the battle left him with no skin and dying as he was forced out of the monster’s innards as the many songs of the old one tells of how the minotaurs of his tribe desperate to keep him alive fused a burning set of armor into its beaten form creating the iron monster that most see him as now.

When the darkness came, he and his tribe along with several of the rarians tribes were forced to flee when he saw more and more of his tribesmen fall to the madness that was the darkness. Where he himself sounded the retreat knowing that they would all die if this continued. A decision that would all too well plague the legend as he led the last remaining rarians back to the safety of the south crushing cities, and even those that prevented them from reaching safety. Thought once the various beastkin were safe he along with the last remaining minotaurs banded together and set off to reclaim their lost valor and honor. While old and his body no longer as strong as it was before the Iron bull is said to have taken a more commander role in this conflict thought man, dwarves, elven, beastkin, orc, and even the darkness would do well not to challenge the iron bull for while he was no longer the powerful warrior that he once was his experience, and his rage knows no bounds.

Equipment:
Weapon
Karduke wields a massive axe longer than he is. While crude and far from elegant due to the dents that he had inflicted in its use his weapons is said to slain hundreds in one swing. While he doesn’t sly away from using his hands to crush or throw boulders from afar his axe is his most used weapon. While this is far from his prized axed the bull axe has been reliable so far.

While like all minotaurs whose hide is strong and able to weather a lot of punishment the additional of iron fused into his body in what is known as Rarian hasty medicine practices or battlefield surgery has not only boosted his defenses but, inflicted fear to his enemies.

Abilities: Both Physical and Magical
Karduke is a massive powerhouse of destruction but, due to his long age had slowed down and become much more depended on his skills in leading his tribe to victory. In terms of Magic Karduke had all but, failed to invest any time in magic to learn even the most basic of spells his herd had learn in their vast migrations within the wastelands they call home.

Tribe

Title: Iron Horns

Number: 1 War chief, 49 war horns elites, 50 Iron horn recruits, 50 other tribal recruits, 1 Shaman, and 99 support (workers, blacksmith, cooks, craftsman, Mason, and artisans)

Specialization: Monstrous infantry or makeshift defences

Description:
Due to their nomadic nature most of the Rarian tribes mostly had taken up being more mobile then well-armed at that. Opting for light armour and even light weapons like staffs or more common tools like slings. Along with this they excel in using the environment and even the rare weapons produced by their smiths since the smith would mostly create tools for the good of the tribe then that of weapons of war since most of the warriors salvage and create their own making most of the weapons of the band crude alone with their armour.
As such most of their weapons comes from what they could loot or use within the battlefield while using their massive hands to pulverize all that they could see but, when made to pick up defensive positions the minotaurs would use slings which they use to haul boulders with great speed. While only the elite which only number in around fifty (50) including Karduke have their own weapons while most of their kin act as support or conscripts in times of battle. While two rare shamans that know the ways of elemental magic and could call upon support from the land in times of trouble are known to take up residences within the confederation of what is known as the last living minotaurs in the world.

Thought it is noted that the iron hooves have no love for their captives which many of the front had reported them to eat or even raise like cattle within their tribe. Even going as making them into meat shields or traps for the darkness.

History:

Starting as a meek and small splinter group from his father’s tribe the band would soon enough have a rough start. Relying on raiding to keep themselves fed and with their own borders far from respected from the other tribes most of the members at first died off either due to starvation, sickness, battle, or even as a meal for the remaining few. While weak and powerless this hard start paved the way to the creation of battle-hardened veterans over the waste. Surviving with only few and fighting with less the band would later grow to become natural soldiers and survivors. Eating the corpses of their own and their enemies gave them enough to survive and grow while grown bold with the promise of glory for the next life meant that his band would excel in raiding and doing more with less.

Raiding plenty of fortress cities like Algrim and Lesbon soon enough made them more feared within the waste of the north. While this goes to both their own kin and the others as they raid the waste just to survive and even the slaying of Ice maw the minotaurs within the Iron horns would in return become legendary as gruesome monstrous infantry infamous for their cruelty of captive(food) and their battle prowess being hard to kill and harder to withstand.

Before the collapse of the north there were thousands of these monsters but, when the monsters came thousands fell charging into the frontlines. While they killed thousands more then they had lost the battle never ended. Some cheered this on as the coming of their duty to fight the unending battle only to see themselves be corrupted and soon enough forced to fight their families forcing more of the northern tribes back and Karduke never seeing such wanton chaos before ordered his infamous order to retreat to the south. One that claimed millions of the rarians devastating the people of the north as they cross their rocky home to the hot climate of the south. Losing hundreds to the first heat wave of their lives though to survive most of the survivors are the dead making a tradition that was mostly for the desperate or the giants more common for the surviving rarians at that.

While their forefathers would shun them for such a display Karduke and his elites vowed to take up and follow the coalition and fight to honor their brothers and sisters that fell and to regain their honor.

Country:
The Iron horn came from what would be loosely called the rarian Territories. Savage beastkins that came from the northern waste. Their culture is that of warrior culture that worships the old ones that would lead their race into what would be the endless war and that death is a way into joining the endless war. As such from an early childhood the rarian train not just for survival but, also preparations for this war. While they were not known as the kings and queens of the unforgiving waste their mastery of war and their eagerness had all made them famous mercenaries that would fight with themselves or that of the other races. After the darkness came Karduke led what remained of the rarians of what was known of being Virile and plenty had all shrunk to a size that most other nations could take in their refugee camps signalling the end of the rarians or the True rarians as most would say. Sensing this Karduke rallied his kin the last of the minotaurs in the world and hoped that they could regain the honour that they lost and their homeland at that.

Magical Capabilities:

The shaman is one of the most important members of the tribe which specializes in not just the spiritual needs but, also the medical needs of the herd. Creating medicine and tending to the wounded is the primary goal of the shaman in times of war. While in the field the shaman have the ability to strengthen and encourage the herd making them the second most important member of the war band. While their role is mostly that of support those that underestimate might of the shaman would often see themselves a gory mess under its staff or part of its herbal medicine and remedies.

Blighted Etherea: The Champions of Hope

<Snipped quote by Theyra>
Yup go ahead! I will say though that the first post is probably going to be delayed as I have some IRL things happening. Expect my first post to be somewhere between now and next next Sunday. School's starting up again and I may not have as much time as I did when I wrote this.

@Liotrent

Its cool how about my cs can I pass it on the character?

Blighted Etherea: The Champions of Hope

@Liotrent

How are dragons and other mythical creatures here in this world. I could see dragons as being expensive and hard to breed making them something rare and even reserved for the best of the best.

Blighted Etherea: The Champions of Hope

<Snipped quote by Ollumhammersong>

Fair. Maybe go for something mongolian styled. Horse archers.

@Liotrent

Or embrace steampunk or fantasy didn't the romans have quite the advancements in terms of steam?

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aeolipile

Blighted Etherea: The Champions of Hope

Yo this looks interesting hope that my tribe of feral minotaurs makes the cut.

Champion

Name: What do we call them?
Karduke
Title:
Iron Bull

Gender: Male or Female?
Male

Race: What are they?
Minotaur

Age: How old are they?
380

Physical appearance: Height, Eye color, hair, etc.
5.25 meters or the size of a two-story building (Being the only one that is able to grow this tall even to the minotaurs. Mostly due to the fact that most Minotaurs don't rest up the age of 200 making him one of the tallest and oldest of the minotaurs.)

History: What have they done? where did they come from? How'd they become a champion?
Being the hundredth child of his father Tolbeast iron hoof and raised within the high lands of the rarian waste or the savage horde. Life for him and so with many of the rarians were brutal and fanatic. Raised to survive and earn his place in the unending war Karduke was in constant threat since his birth. From the occasional raids from both the southern parts of the world or even the massive kingdoms of man, elf, dwarve, and more he learned to wield any weapon that he had gotten from the field. Using pole arms as daggers, ballista as crossbows and even rubble as ammo for their slings, the young war child fought and survive where most should have fallen. Making him into a veteran in his early adult and earning recognition and mates to start his own war herd and venture off on his own.

While magically inept due to his lack of education, he in return learns from countless victories and defeats the brutally and complexity of war. Developing formations and even coordination from his elites who prior to him led their own war parties to ensure that the tribe survives the harsh landscapes of the waste. From raiding the vastly rich city states within the mountains for food, wealth, and even hostages to fund their tribe to hunting the vast monsters that call the Rarian waste their own. His tribe would grow and prosper.

One such hunt made him into a legend when he hunted a dragon with only his most trusted of war band and himself. A natural predator to his kin and the slayer of ten of his kids and his love. A terror of the waste that was known as Ice maw which reign within the icy valley. As such he alone with his trusted elite would go towards the peek where he would make legends. As the ice maw was a giant even to the minotaur which resulted in the death of his elite guards before he soon enough crashed into it with his mighty axe and opened a deep hole into its hide only for the beast to breathe his ice into him causing his body to freeze while also shattering his legendary axe but before he would die the chieftain now enraged would charge into the gap within his body. Grabbing wound with both of his massive arms before soon enough forcing its wound to open wide enough to enter. Forcing himself into its body and slowly eating the beast from within. The dragon unable to get him out of him decided to dislodge him took to the skies above only for it to die moments later mid-air as he had gotten into its heart where it would rip, tear, and eat it until it was no more.

Yet the battle left him with no skin and dying as he was forced out of the monster’s innards as the many songs of the old one tells of how the minotaurs of his tribe desperate to keep him alive fused a burning set of armor into its beaten form creating the iron monster that most see him as now.

When the darkness came, he and his tribe along with several of the rarians tribes were forced to flee when he saw more and more of his tribesmen fall to the madness that was the darkness. Where he himself sounded the retreat knowing that they would all die if this continued. A decision that would all too well plague the legend as he led the last remaining rarians back to the safety of the south crushing cities, and even those that prevented them from reaching safety. Thought once the various beastkin were safe he along with the last remaining minotaurs banded together and set off to reclaim their lost valor and honor. While old and his body no longer as strong as it was before the Iron bull is said to have taken a more commander role in this conflict thought man, dwarves, elven, beastkin, orc, and even the darkness would do well not to challenge the iron bull for while he was no longer the powerful warrior that he once was his experience, and his rage knows no bounds.

Equipment:
Weapon
Karduke wields a massive axe longer than he is. While crude and far from elegant due to the dents that he had inflicted in its use his weapons is said to slain hundreds in one swing. While he doesn’t sly away from using his hands to crush or throw boulders from afar his axe is his most used weapon. While this is far from his prized axed the bull axe has been reliable so far.

While like all minotaurs whose hide is strong and able to weather a lot of punishment the additional of iron fused into his body in what is known as Rarian hasty medicine practices or battlefield surgery has not only boosted his defenses but, inflicted fear to his enemies.

Abilities: Both Physical and Magical
Karduke is a massive powerhouse of destruction but, due to his long age had slowed down and become much more depended on his skills in leading his tribe to victory. In terms of Magic Karduke had all but, failed to invest any time in magic to learn even the most basic of spells his herd had learn in their vast migrations within the wastelands they call home.

Tribe

Title: Iron Horns

Number: 1 War chief, 49 war horns elites, 50 Iron horn recruits, 50 other tribal recruits, 1 Shaman, and 99 support (workers, blacksmith, cooks, craftsman, Mason, and artisans)

Specialization: Monstrous infantry or makeshift defences

Description:
Due to their nomadic nature most of the Rarian tribes mostly had taken up being more mobile then well-armed at that. Opting for light armour and even light weapons like staffs or more common tools like slings. Along with this they excel in using the environment and even the rare weapons produced by their smiths since the smith would mostly create tools for the good of the tribe then that of weapons of war since most of the warriors salvage and create their own making most of the weapons of the band crude alone with their armour.
As such most of their weapons comes from what they could loot or use within the battlefield while using their massive hands to pulverize all that they could see but, when made to pick up defensive positions the minotaurs would use slings which they use to haul boulders with great speed. While only the elite which only number in around fifty (50) including Karduke have their own weapons while most of their kin act as support or conscripts in times of battle. While two rare shamans that know the ways of elemental magic and could call upon support from the land in times of trouble are known to take up residences within the confederation of what is known as the last living minotaurs in the world.

Thought it is noted that the iron hooves have no love for their captives which many of the front had reported them to eat or even raise like cattle within their tribe. Even going as making them into meat shields or traps for the darkness.

History:

Starting as a meek and small splinter group from his father’s tribe the band would soon enough have a rough start. Relying on raiding to keep themselves fed and with their own borders far from respected from the other tribes most of the members at first died off either due to starvation, sickness, battle, or even as a meal for the remaining few. While weak and powerless this hard start paved the way to the creation of battle-hardened veterans over the waste. Surviving with only few and fighting with less the band would later grow to become natural soldiers and survivors. Eating the corpses of their own and their enemies gave them enough to survive and grow while grown bold with the promise of glory for the next life meant that his band would excel in raiding and doing more with less.

Raiding plenty of fortress cities like Algrim and Lesbon soon enough made them more feared within the waste of the north. While this goes to both their own kin and the others as they raid the waste just to survive and even the slaying of Ice maw the minotaurs within the Iron horns would in return become legendary as gruesome monstrous infantry infamous for their cruelty of captive(food) and their battle prowess being hard to kill and harder to withstand.

Before the collapse of the north there were thousands of these monsters but, when the monsters came thousands fell charging into the frontlines. While they killed thousands more then they had lost the battle never ended. Some cheered this on as the coming of their duty to fight the unending battle only to see themselves be corrupted and soon enough forced to fight their families forcing more of the northern tribes back and Karduke never seeing such wanton chaos before ordered his infamous order to retreat to the south. One that claimed millions of the rarians devastating the people of the north as they cross their rocky home to the hot climate of the south. Losing hundreds to the first heat wave of their lives though to survive most of the survivors are the dead making a tradition that was mostly for the desperate or the giants more common for the surviving rarians at that.

While their forefathers would shun them for such a display Karduke and his elites vowed to take up and follow the coalition and fight to honor their brothers and sisters that fell and to regain their honor.

Country:
The Iron horn came from what would be loosely called the rarian Territories. Savage beastkins that came from the northern waste. Their culture is that of warrior culture that worships the old ones that would lead their race into what would be the endless war and that death is a way into joining the endless war. As such from an early childhood the rarian train not just for survival but, also preparations for this war. While they were not known as the kings and queens of the unforgiving waste their mastery of war and their eagerness had all made them famous mercenaries that would fight with themselves or that of the other races. After the darkness came Karduke led what remained of the rarians of what was known of being Virile and plenty had all shrunk to a size that most other nations could take in their refugee camps signalling the end of the rarians or the True rarians as most would say. Sensing this Karduke rallied his kin the last of the minotaurs in the world and hoped that they could regain the honour that they lost and their homeland at that.

Magical Capabilities:

The shaman is one of the most important members of the tribe which specializes in not just the spiritual needs but, also the medical needs of the herd. Creating medicine and tending to the wounded is the primary goal of the shaman in times of war. While in the field the shaman have the ability to strengthen and encourage the herd making them the second most important member of the war band. While their role is mostly that of support those that underestimate might of the shaman would often see themselves a gory mess under its staff or part of its herbal medicine and remedies.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

<Snipped quote by Haeo>

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@Darked13

its been so long how are you?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Happy holidays