An old man begins to speak.

"In the distant past, drakes have been known to instill fear into mortal beings. Past events have revealed that the malevolent, corrupted drake is a well-known foe to all living things. A monstrosity consumed by hatred, it exists solely to bring turmoil to all that breath. While this age-old antagonist ravaged our lands on past inhabited landmasses, a new foe has awakened. The dragon, or lesser dragon if you prefer, has risen from the depths of its icy caverns. These creatures have inhabited this land long before we arrived on Anthos. For those uninformed, the dragon is a natural predator -- a carnivore. A drake, on the other hand, is a mockery to nature itself. It is a twisted, defiled form of the dragon brought into existence through the corruption of a daemon. While some believe that a dragon is weaker than a drake, they are wrong. As a result of the corruption, a drake looses much of its physical strength and hardiness, but bears breath of defilement much fouler than that of a dragon. A drake's flame breath possesses dark purple tendrils of flame that rot away one's skin and sanity within mere moments, while a dragon's breath of fire is searing hot, and will burn the skin from your bones without hesitation.

You may ask "how do I know this?" A great being has given me true vision -- genuine perception. I was once but a dull man, but now I am abundant with knowledge. While a common halfling may simply watch the daily labor of a small village, a giant can observe the land from a bird's-eye view. Mere man is limited in his understanding, but a god bears infinite knowledge. This is the change that has transpired in my mentality."

The old man's ramblings are cut short, as his attention is turned to The North.

"I must leave. But before I go, I was instructed by the Great Being to read this scroll before all that would dare listen."

He unravels the roll of writing, clearing his throat before proceeding with the announcement.

The old man's gaze fades off into the distance.

"Strange, and here I thought he was referring to dragons..."

Elder clans are the most respected clans of the kingdom, descending directly from the sons of Urguan. These days, being of an elder clan holds little perks besides the wealth of the clan. Most power, in dwarven society, is gained through personal endeavors rather than being of blood-line, though members of Elder Clans are often considered to be amongst the nobility of the Kingdom, regardless of their title.

Commoner clans are many throughout the kingdom of dwarves. Their numbers variety between different clans as well as holds the bulk of the population in the dwarven kingdom.  In order for a commoner clan to respect, the lower clan must repeatedly prove itself to the kingdom and it's dwarves. This would take many years, possibly generations.

Exiled clans are clans that have deemed unworthy and dishonorable to live within the halls of Kal'Ithrun or it's surrounding territories. These clans are forced to roam outside of dwarven lands. These members are not allowed to enter the dwarven lands until they either die or have their honor regained.

Dead/Inactive clans are clans that were once Elder or Commoner clans but have lack of numbers or willing leaders to lead the clan. These clan threads will not be kept in this subforum but in the Great Library. If, at any time, a clan wishes to be resurrected, a new thread may be made and labeled as a Commoner clan. The old thread will be kept here as a template or reference in case the clan wishes to resurrect itself.


To join a clan, approach a clan leader or respected kin, and request that they look into their records for your name. If the clan leader wants you in his clan, he will say that he had found you in his records and invite you to join his kin, sharing the same bloodline. That way, more proper blood related families can be formed that works out in the most convenient way possible.

-=Elder Clans=-

Goldhand Clan

Irongut Clan
Grandaxe Clan

Starbreaker Clan

Frostbeard Clan

Treebeard Clan

Ireheart Clan

-=Commoner Clans=-

Doomforge Clan

Strongbrow Clan

Irongrinder Clan

Oilbeard Clan

Doomseeker Clan

-=Rebel/Exiled Clans=-

-=Dead/Inactive Clans=-

Ironbeard Clan

Sternbrew Clan

Forkbeard Clan

Edgehand Clan

Dawnsworn Clan

Mossbeard Clan

Thunderfist Clan

Grayhammer Clan

Azaghul Clan

Tunnelsmasher Clan

Skalliege Clan

Wakebeard Clan

* = Previous Elder Clan

The clan family tree dating back to the original dwarf, Urguan.

http://www.familyech...061798954485187

-=(+) Clan History (+)=-

The history of the Doomseeker clan is not very long. At the time of the 2nd dwarven rebellion, the son of Duregar, the lord of the Thunderfists, decided that he did not want to split from the Grand Kingdom. He broke off from the clan, and decided that he would continue to serve the Grand King. After the loss of the rebels, Duregar's son, Gotrek, decided that his honor had been destroyed due to his father's actions. He shaved his head, leaving his clan name behind, falling into dishonor. He decided then, that the only way to atone for the actions of his clan would be to forever serve the Kingdom as a warrior, forever seeking death at the hands of the greatest enemies of the Kingdom.

 

Upon the attack of the "Antagonists", Gotrek set out for the Northlands to finally find his doom. He fought his way into the heart of the lands, only to find something incredible. Embedded in the a rock, he found an ornate axe. Carved into the axe's blade were the runes for "DUNGRIM". Gotrek picked up the axe, and immediately felt a surge of power flow into him. The axe's chain attached itself to his wrist. Gotrek took this as a sign that he had been chosen as Dungrim's champion, and charged headlong into the throng of monsters that had followed him. His new weapon easily sliced through the shambling zombies, as if they were butter under his blade.

 

He returned to the kingdom, a new goal in his mind. He would dedicate his life to killing the beasts that roamed the land. Some others shared his goal, and decided to join with him. They decided that they would name themselves the "Doomseekers", as they spend their lives seeking a glorious death.

-=(+) Clan Description (+)=-

The Doomseekers are not related through family bonds, but through oaths to each other and to the Grand Kingdom. All Doomseekers are warlike, aggressive, and bloodthirsty. Doomseekers are eager to jump at a chance for battle, however, and despite their origins, usually keep their word. Doomseekers come from all backgrounds and professions, as they leave their past behind to do battle. Full membership in the clan is attained by killing or assisting in the killing of a monster on the bounty board. The Doomseekers usually make money from killing normal monsters or collecting bounties on people and more dangerous beasts.

-=(+) Clan Members (+)=-

Clan Father:

Gotrek Doomseeker ((tristanx7))

Elders:

Members:

Lost:

Dead:

Doomlings ((new members)):

Snorri Doomseeker ((doveboyz))

Future:

Urist Doomseeker ((Charoodler))

-=(+) Clan Rules (+)=-

DO NOT kill other dwarves.

DO NOT break oaths/promises.

DO NOT steal from your kin.

DO defend the Grand Kingdom at all costs.

DO kill monsters from the bounty board.

-=(+) Application (+)=-

 

MC name:

RP name:

Skype name (optional):

Short character bio:

Any monsters slain:

 

Nicknames: N/A

Age:463
Gender:Male
Race:Dwarf, Mountain Dwarf
Status: Alive

Description
Height: 4' 6"
Weight:197 lbs
Body Type:Muscular
Eyes:Brown
Hair:Jet Black
Skin: Caucasian
Markings/Tattoos: Occasionally can be found with warpaint under his eyes.
Health: Deceased
Personality: Blunt, and loves his jokes.
Inventory: Claws that hang by his sides, some stale bread, and usually a firework nearby
Further Details: Burn marks across his chest from failed experiments using fireworks during his time in Kalos.

Life Style
Alignment*:Chaotic Good
Deity*:Dungrimm
Religion:Brathmordakin
Alliance/Nation/Home: The Grand Kingdom of Urguan
Job/Class: King/Noble
Title(s): Lord of the Grand Kingdom, King of the Wilds
Profession(s):Legionaire
Special Skill(s):Combat, able to view the big picture and see all the finer points at the same time.
Flaw(s): Too forceful and proud

Magic*
Current Status: N/A
Arch-type:N/A
Sub-Type:N/A
Rank:N/A
Weakness(es):N/A
Strength(s):N/A
Current Spell(s):N/A


Weaponry
Fighting Style:Offensive
Trained Weapon:Sword, Dual Claws, Gutbuster Armor, Hammer.
Favored Weapon: Dual Claws + Gutbuster Armor
Archery:Crossbow

Biography
Parents: Kjell Ireheart + Eliff Goldhand
Siblings: Igor Ireheart
Children: Drynn Ireheart, Derenf Ireheart Stormhammer, Aldrick Ireheart Stormhammer, Ovhak Ireheart Stormhammer, Oratus Ireheart Stormhammer, Tiberius Flay Ireheart III(adopted).

Grand Children: Verrikk Stormhammer, Krator Stormhammer, Dreek Ireheart II
Extended Family: Irehearts, Stormhammers(Adopted), Doomforge, Sternbrew.
Pet(s):Orven(Snow Wolf)
Romantic Relationships: Avna Steelfist(Wife)

History
Dreek Ireheart, son of a Paragon, was born alongside his brother Igor Ireheart to the Dwarven parents Kjell Ireheart and Eliff Goldhand. Dreek grew up along his brother Igor and his cousins Olaf and Roggar in the Dwarven Cities of Mugdor and Alras. The four cousins fought often and hunted with their father many times. As the four grew up they began to develop their own talents, Dreek became the Tactician, Olaf the Zealot, Igor the Warrior, and Roggar the Failure. The four of them all joined the Legion while their father was the Grand Marshal and traveled around fighting battles, never showing themselves until Elysium was sprung.

When Elysium came around, Olaf and Dreek began to shine as prime warriors. They fought night and day to fend off the Flays, help Kjell manage the Stormhammers, and to fight the Orcs. During their battles against the orcs in Kalos, Olaf prove himself worthy to be a true Ireheart, and Igor began to shine as a strong warrior. Dreek watched his brothers grow in strength as he was slowly left behind. This was until his father approached him and made him one of the Legion’s Lieutenants.

Once made a lieutenant Dreek watched his cousins begin to excel in their fields, watched the gods guide their actions and influence their choices. He saw Dungrimm watch over Olaf during the defense of Kal’MewMew from Orcs. Dreek was under the impression all Dwarves saw this. Dreek continued to see different gods watch over key figures in Dwarven society.

As they entered Kalos, Dreek noticed that their city was constantly harassed by Flays. After having a vision from Ograhad, Dreek decided to go about a different way in countering the Flays than his commanders were. Dreek snuck into the Flay’s castle and kidnapped little Tiberius III and began to raise him on his own. Raising im as a Flay, Dreek made sure the other Dwarves knew nothing about him. While raising him, Dreek beat a sense of hatred and meanness into him, planning to use him to infiltrate the Flay’s ranks in the future.

Later in Kalos when it was time to leave, Dreek lost Tiberius in the confusion and traveled on to Anthos with the rest of the Dwarves and Clan Stormhammer.

When he arrived in Kal’Azgoth, Dreek worked alongside Thorin Grandaxe, Kjell Ireheart, and Kardel Irongut against the Orcs. In the Orcish war the matter of the flays disappeared, revealing large battles between the two races. After the Dwarves won the Battle for Storm’s Crossing, Dreek began to play a large part in Clan Stormhammer by completing the Ireheart trials and becoming the second among the four cousins to do it.

As the years wore on, Lords passed away, spirits appeared more often, and finally, the king fell.

King Omi had been forced to resign, leading the a new election that pitted Dreek against his fellow commander Thorin Grandaxe and the beardling Davern Frostbeard. After the elections end, and Thorin had won, Dreek found out that his father had plans to leave the city in order to hunt Dragons and Drakes.

As Thorin took his throne, he chose to place his trust in Dreek and made him Lord, Grand Marshal, and his father made him Clan Father of the Stormhammers. Dreek had everything he had ever wished for, he was a trusted Lord, leader of the Military, and the head of his clan. As the Thunderfist Rebellion rose and fell, Dreek found his place in the Kingdom to be taken for granted by Thorin. Being consumed by rage, Dreek attempted to lessen Thorin’s power and in the process incurred his greater wrath. Dreekfound himself with nothing but an honorary position in the Legion. At this time, Dreek left on a pilgrimage in order to connect with his visions better.

As Dreek traveled he drew stares as he conversed with the numerous spirits and gods. As he continued on his journey Dreek began to see heretic Dwarves wondering the lands with no Gods guiding them.Finding out that Clan Ireheart was Dungrimm’s sacred clan, Dreek traveled back to Kal’Azgoth with a greater strength and helped his nation in their fight against the Empire of Oren. After he had returned,Dreek met with his cousin Olaf and talked with him about his visions. After learning that Olaf did not have them, Dreek realized that his talent was a gift from the gods. As he continued to receive guidance from the gods, Dreek consulted with the Archbishop, and became a holy warrior for the coming war.

After winning the Great War, Dreek began to treat with the Orcs and found that they could relate in more ways than they knew. Dreek became a traveled Dwarf, earning him friends and allies in every nation. As time wore on though, Dreek found himself to be distanced once again from the Gods he loved and honoured so deeply. Again, he took his pilgrimage to the shrines scattered across the Dwarven Lands, praying at each one trying to gain favor with the gods once again. When he returned to the Dwarves, it had all changed.

A new King had arisen, dubbed the Delver King Dizzy Irongrinder. Dreek began to work with him and suddenly found himself facing Tiberius on one of his missions in Oren. Recognizing each other immediately, Dreek took Tiberius back with him so that they could discuss future plans. These plans would become a reality soon.

Dreek was made a noble in the heretical Kingdom of Telemar, allowing him a claim to their throne. Declaring war, Dreek and his brother Igor marched the Dwarves and the Flays over to Telemar’s Keep and defeated their men, capturing the Kingdom and naming Dreek Ireheart the Wild King. After disbanding the heretical Kingdom, Dreek kept the title of Wild King and began to hunt heretics and land squatters in Dwarven Lands. Dreek performed these missions often, slaying the heretics in the name of Dungrimm.

After the leaving of Lord Telchar Azaghul, Ograhad visited Dreek in a vision and advised him to take advantage and try to regain his authority as a Lord so that he could push the heretical beings out of their holy lands.

The Great War has started once again. The Holy Dwarves and the Dominion of Krugmar had started their war against the heretical nation of Oren. Dreek began to get guidance from Yemekar and Dungrimm once again, guiding him to become a holy warrior, and destroy the heretics that stood in his way. Donning his zealot robes again, Dreek strode off with the Legion in their raids, offering prayers to Dungrimm and Gimdugan after every kill.

Soon the tides turned and Dreek found himself fighting the Dominion and the the Holy Oren Empire. Dreek lived his life asawarrior at that point, seeing the fall and rise of kings as he partook in the removing of the Delver King Dizzy Irongrinder. Later that year, Dreek stepped down from Lordship.

Many years passed and Dreek grew older and greyer,until the day came. He went to have a final talkwith his brother and father, and then left the city to command the guard force at Kal'Azgoth. When he returned to Ithrun,he was on the verge of death.

While he was guarding Kal'Azgoth, he saw many things, things that many Dwarves had never seen before. He saw Ondnarch's power in full, and the true potential of the great AenguDaemon. Dreek withdrew from Kal'Azgoth, leaving as his men died behind him. He quickly made his way to Kal'Ithrun to give the news of the attack. After he arrived though, he had little time before his wounds from fighting Ondnarch overwhelmedhim. It was there, his tale ended.

A small town quite close to Kal'Ithrun, the village of Kal'Garud is growing quick. Once a small fort, now a bustling village, the land has been reformed by the Great Jarl Gamle Irongut, and built by Thoak Goldhand, the Clan Father of the Goldhand clan. The village of Kal'Garud harbors all as long as they do not cause any trouble. Kal'Garud is also home to The Beardic Cult.

The Laws of Kal'Garud

-Stealing is not permitted, and will be punished.

-Murder within our walls is not permitted, unless you are under attack and it is in self-defense.

-Do not start fights, or generally cause any trouble.

-Show respect to the guard, Jarl, and fellow citizens.

-Impersonation is not allowed.

-Beards are encouraged.

-Magic is allowed, but not if it is used in any sort of offensive way.

-Breaking and entering is not permitted unless you are a guard with just reason.

Kal'Garud Workforce

Speak to Jarl Gamle Irongut for work.

Farmers

Farmers tend the the land and harvest the crops. At least 1 chest of wheat is required in total from all farmers every week. They will be given a small farmhouse in return for their service, as well as a small pay.

Lumberjacks/Miners

This group is paired together since their job is very simple. They collect wood and ore from the natural resources in the land. They do not have a weekly quota, they are just expected to gather these materials when it is needed.

Guards

The guards of Kal'Garud protect the people by stopping crime, dealing with criminals, and fighting for the village in times of need.

Housing

Sizes and prices of housing in Kal'Garud varies greatly, therefore housing is dealt with on a case-by-case basis. Speak with Jarl Gamle Irongut ((Deckolo)) to purchase one of Kal'Garud's fine homes.

Kal'Garud Keep

Kal'Garud Keep is the large fort overseeing Kal'Garud. It is to be used as a last resort in times of war, for defense. The only ones to live there are the nobles or village officials, and the Jarl.

~=~ Vaerhaven Registry ~=~

 Calling all previous, current, or aspiring citizens of Vaerhaven, as well as previous, current or aspiring business-owners in Vaerhaven! A new Jarl has been chosen for your settlement, as well as a new Commander. Aldal Ireheart, High Prophet, has been elected as the new Jarl, and Fili Grandaxe, Grand Merchant, as the Commander.

 We require that you fill out a simple form if you have been, currently are, or wish to become a citizen of Vaerhaven. This will also be necessary for previous, current, or aspiring business-people in Vaerhaven. This is simply to form a basic idea of the current citizens of our hold, as well as the people who have left.

 Please fill the form corresponding to your situation below:

~=~ Previous Residents ((If you have moved out, but your house still displays your name, contains your items, etc.)) ~=~

Name:

Occupation:

Previous Address:

Reason you left Vaerhaven (not necessary):

~=~ Current Residents ~=~

Name:

Occupation:

Current Address:

~=~ Applying Residents ~=~

Name:

Occupation:

Size of Family (if they will be living with you):

~=~ Previous Businesses ((If your business has closed down, left Vaerhaven, etc., but still exists in town, has a stall, etc.))~=~

Name:

Name of Business:

Product/Service of Business:

Previous Location of Business:

~=~ Current Businesses ~=~

Name:

Name of Business:

Product/Service of Business:

Location of Business:

~=~ Businesses Who Wish to Set up Shop in Vaerhaven ~=~

Name:

Name of Business:

Product/Service of Business:

Size of Land Required for Business:

*A small note is written below the application formats*

WARNING! If current citizens and business-people of Vaerhaven do not fill out the required forms within TWO ELVEN WEEKS, they will be deemed missing. Their houses/businesses shall be declared vacant and their belongings confiscated.

Da Hefruth simply translated into the forest in common tongue is a new dwarven settlement that resides northwest of Kal'Ithrun in a valley with many trees and following streams and rivers. The town is of humble nature and is not to cause harm to anyone residing in the near by the area. The settlement it self was founded and is lived in by Forest Dwarves. The Mossbeards under the leadership of Orist Mossbeard led his grandson and his brother to this area which was given to them by the dwarven kingdom, under the approval of Lord Zahrer. 

The settlement is prosperous as crops grow vigorously, the trees grow even taller now and the birds and animals are even more at peace together and the forest has became calm. Under the watchful eye of the Mossbeard, the Forest will not become corrupt and the Forest will live on and that Anbella will look down over Hefruth and guide the many animals and the Mossbeards. 

The settlement can also been see as a pilgrimage for many dwarves as underneath the settlement a Shrine to Anbella, the hearth mother resides. The Shrine gives an overwhelming feeling as it is deep into the hearth of the ground and surrounded by plants, vines, shrooms and running under ground streams. 

The settlement is fairly easy to find as you simply walk the valley northwest and Kal'Ithrun and there you will find the entrance to the settlement. Any dwarves are welcome to visit and the settlement is always open for Forest Dwarves and other nature going people to reside and prosper in the settlement.

*The suns rays shine brightly down atop the village of Barbek, children would have been spotted playing about the villages streets and woods, the faint smell of sawdust could still be smelt as the carpenters and laborers continue to work hard on the construction of the village itself, a local trader would have been spotted setting off past the town hall, pulling his horse and supply cart behind him, inside the hall itself the Jarl of Barbek would be sitting at the end of the town halls great table, occupied by her Captain’s and Sergeant’s discussing the future of the newly formed Barbek Military, she neatly binds the papers together looking up to her loyal soldiers.* “I assume we all agree on the terms then?” *The Captain’s and Sergeants fix gazes with each over smiling and nodding in confirmation before one turns back to the Jarl and speaks.* “Today in this very room, we form the official Barbek Military, we are honored to be part of this cause, we will reinforce the rules and laws, from this day onwards the streets of Barbek will be a much safer place to wonder because of you.” *The Jarl stands from her seat with a large smile on her face heading towards the town hall’s doors before stopping and turning.* “Start the recruitment and training process straight away, today we make history.” *The soldiers raise from their seats following the Jarl out into the village as she buckles up on her pony and rides off.*

Jarl -  The Jarl is the individual person who is incharge of the village of Barbek and the Captain’s of the Barbek military meaning that they have full and total control of the military itself, the Jarl enforces the laws and rules throughout the village and military which are then also reinforced by the Captain’s and Sergeants, the Jarls word is final and the individual should be highly respected and honored by all.

Becoming a Jarl of Barbek would only happen if the Jarl was suspected to be corrupted or if they were to pass away due to age or during battle.

You would have to be of the same bloodline as the Jarl or the most respected and honorable Captain in the military, the burden of a Jarl is a task which very few people can cope with, so don't be disappointed if you fail by a long shot. The individual roles of a Jarl are not exposed too much due to confidential matters, although some tasks which are typically expected would be the arrangement of battles, executions, knighting Captain’s, arranging construction, keeping track of tax and so on.

- Current Jarl -       

- Jarl Skair Grandaxe

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Captain’s -  This rank is considered the highest peak in the Barbek military, becoming a Captain is a very hard task to endure physically and psychologically, most people fail.

Becoming a Captain of the Barbek military means that you will have to firstly convince the Jarl that you will be a loyal and efficient asset to her military, then you will be assigned a special set of tasks that you will be expected to individually complete on your own without any other help, once you have completed these tasks you will then be given command of a group of Sergeants who you will have to assign tasks, you will be watched over and assessed, if these tasks come back as successfully completed then this will give you a higher chance of actually getting the role of Captain.

You will be harshly disciplined and trained in preparation of an honorable fight in an arena against a set amount of Guards and then a small group of Sergeants who you will be expected to be able to defeat, you will be watched over by the Jarl and other high status individuals of Barbek.

Finally you will be called forth to the town hall in front of all the Civilians, Guards and Sergeants where the Jarl will either knight you as a Captain of the Barbek military, or shun you as a failure. Captain’s will get payed 125 Mina’s an elven week.

((Barbek Captain Skin - ))

- Current Captain’s -

- Cpt Thorne Stormhammer ((XxDukesterxX))

- Cpt Edward Mansfield ((ChAzZ_MaN))

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Sergeant’s -   Becoming a Sergeant in the Barbek military is no easy task, you will undergo a set amount of different tasks, physical exams, psychological assessments and you will be tested on how well you can cope whilst commanding and training a group of Barbek Guard’s, becoming a Sergeant of the Barbek military means that you will be expected to be able to command a small regiment of Barbek guards with ease, meaning that you will have to be able to make quick decisions and smart ones taking different things into consideration like; what the situation is and how you are going to handle it with the least amount of casualties as possible, knowing which of your Guard’s work well together and knowing how you can use this to your advantage whilst trying to apprehend criminals or if you are on the battlefield.

When it comes down to it, this small group of Guard’s that you will take under your wing are going to be your responsibility, meaning if one of them makes a wrong decision or if a fatality happens, you will get blamed for not keeping your Guard’s up to scratch.

As a Sergeant of the Barbek military you will now have the ability to be able to opt one of your Guard’s into the role of becoming a Sergeant themselves, you will be expected to give the individual extra training and attention in preparation for becoming a Sergeant, once you think that the individual is prepared enough then you may opt that individual to a Captain, who will test the Guard and make a final decision as to whether or not if the Guard is really ready for the role of Sergeant. Sergeants will get payed 100 mina’s an elven week.

((Barbek Sergeant Skin - ))

- Current Sergeant’s -

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Guard’s - Once you have completed your physical assessment as a Recruit, you will undergo more training which will advance you in combat situations and your general knowledge as to what being a Guard of Barbek really means, whether this is on the streets of Barbek or on the battlefield. Becoming an official Guard of Barbek means that you will inherit the Recruit’s roles as well as having additional roles given to you.

As a Guard you will now have the ability to arrest, kill or apprehend criminals in Barbek, although catching a criminal alive will get you praised, if you continue to show dedication and determination towards your role as a Barbek Guard then you may be opted into becoming a Sergeant. Guards will get payed 75 mina’s an elven week.

((Barbek Guard Skin - ))

- Current Guard’s -

- Kellen Fauluin - ((Shade1121))

- ((XxHammerHeadxX))

- ((Nethrel))

- ((smasher1997)) 

- Solenoden - ((Kiera Chase))

- ((Killjoy445))

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Recruit’s - This is where you will start your training into becoming a Barbek Guard, once you have gone through the necessary processes of becoming a Recruit, you will be expected to obey your superiors and complete a set amount of tasks and training until you can undergo your physical assessment which will determine whether or not if you have been accepted as a Barbek Guard, Recruit’s do not have the ability to arrest people but are simply expected to train for the future purpose of becoming a Guard of Barbek whilst obeying their superiors. Recruit's will get payed 30 Mina's an elven week.

- Current Recruit’s -

- Cillion Chase ((marb121))

- ((joke13))

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(( As a Recruit you will not be assigned a skin to use.))

​((Training sessions happen every Saturday! So be in the Skype chat or in Barbek itself, everybody turns up to the training sessions (( Recruits, Guards, Sergeants.)) which is organized by the Captains of the Barbek military, after the training sessions are complete you will get payed your full weekly wage. Failing to turn up to a training session without warning the Captain's will result in a strike and no payment.))

If you are inactive for more then a week's time without notice then you will receive your first strike. Three strikes and your out.

Barbek Military Application Form-

OOC -

 

Minecraft name -

 

Do you have Skype or Teamspeak?

If so then please put down your Skype name-

Timezone -

 

IC -

 

Name -

Race -

Gender -

Age -

What is your prefered weapon? Or are you a magic user? -

Bio and description of your character (1 - 2 Paragraphs) -

What inspired you to join the Barbek Military? -

 

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((Clarification: This is a letter sent to each individual citizen of Annil'sul))

  Mali, as your newly elected and hopefully continuously elected Sohaer 

  I wish to offer all mali the chance to go on an expedition. Recently

  I came into the possession of a strange orb. This was brought to me by a

  golem shortly before it crumbled and I have reason to believe this orb

  is either of importance or holds the key to a store of knowledge.

  That is why I will be leading an expedition North to find where this orb

  came from and research what we can.

  You will need little more than expedition gear and yourselves.

  We will leave in little over half an elven seed. I hope to have as many

  mali joining me as possible. I also have not yet attempted to understand why

  Uradir refers to me as a lynx but I shall go with it nonetheless.

                    ~Sohaer Iatrilemar Elervathar~

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OOC:

http://gyazo.com/a896b2eebfe586cb15a2b89c0629463e

I believe this is part of an event chain so it's important.

All mali citizens would receive a copy of this.

We will leave Annil'sul tomorrow at approximately 

5:00pm PST, 7:00pm EST (GMT-8) 

"It is the duty of each Mali'aheral to strive towards progress. To seek out what is broken and fix it.

I, Iatrilemar Elervathar seek to hold a debate with current Sohaer, Kalenz Uradir from which to challenge his right to lead. From which a public vote will be held to decide who will lead.

I will keep this short for now since I am well expecting Mr. Uradir to comment on a variety of topics.

I do not believe Mr. Uradir is capable of holding the position due to his recently developed mental crisis which has caused him to become overly violent. Of recently our Sohaer has kept to himself, ignoring the duties that were given to him to uphold. Little more is needed to be said. We need a leader who will lead us. 

I can be that leader. Throughout the Anthosian era leading to the current date we have had two leaders. Lucion Sullas, our current wise Maheral who focused on our science and research and had internal goals. The other is our current Sohaer, Kalenz Uradir who focused on power and external affairs.

I have always been between the two. I realize the importance of progressing internally but that cannot happen without reaching out and accepting others as vital parts of our nation. Likewise you cannot put all your resources into the hands of another and let your citizens fend for themselves for the importance of each individual citizen is vital as well. Relations must happen in person. Dealing with citizens should happen in person. You shouldn't fear your government or feel the lack of strength coming from it.

I can say that I do not have a master plan. I do however know that I can simply make myself available to listen and act with each one of you. I am willing to take this position so I can once again take steps to progress, except this time we will walk together."

Night befell the sky on that days' evening, a beautiful painting of red, splattered upon Malin's door. An eerie silence fell upon the spectators, watching the lot deprive her of her valuables, taking her lifeless corpse as a mere souvenir. Had she called for help, a man would have come her aid, as a knight would save his princess. Instead, she had anticipated this moment, a smile engraved on her face as the man, clad in black, carried her to wherever their destination lay.

"Should one rescue me from my difficulties, it will truly cause chaos...." she once said to a man, though never finished the sentence that she had started.

Sandra Valoryn's legacy has come to an end...

The silence had come to a halt, the Abresian streets flourishing with life, as if the creator cast upon the plagued city a spell. An owl, staying it's claws on a parchment of some sort, would make it's way through the rooftops.

"A letter.." he would quietly say to himself, the owl now departing to it's master. His eyes sluggishly skim through the letter, leaving unnecessary information unread, until it came to a halt, staring blankly into a section of the parchment, written carefully. 'twas rather big for a few words, but one would guess that the writer had the intent on distinguishing it from the other information.

"Her legacy ends," it read, he opens his mouth as to say something.

"Yet another is dead, hm?" he would say, in a soft whisper, "Very well, then.."

There is no emotion in his words, nor do tears come from his eyes.

His burden is heavy.

He is the upholder of legacies.

((I apologize for my sucky english. :()

The Lord Wyrm be our savior!

What laughable mindset I used to have. Setherien was one of great power, but his goals were tricked onto mortals as to make them follow him. His goals as said to me, were lies to make me to obey. Not even the knowledge he so wishes he had much. I was one of the researchers myself, giving even part of the powers that the Harbingers hold to conduct my tasks with more efficiently. I was the Judge.

Not much did I found out about any useful things, besides on how the dark powers work and gathered quite a big knowledge on symbols. One of my tasks in research, was the creation of more powerful beings to help the Black Scourge. Most were failures, even together with the great alchemist of the Black Scourge did I have almost no luck creating anything, until her.

I never knew her real name, I did not care for her. She was simply an easy target to capture. Before, with the help of another cultist, I moves North, to a cave I knew contained the dreadful Shark Bats. These beings on the night had many characteristics that the Scourge could use. Powerful jaws, ability to fly, great way of finding living beings in the north. Their weakness was that they were beasts, they could never have a mind of their own, nor be commanded, even by Harbingers. That was where I came in.

She was a test simply, to find out if it would be possible to create. After capturing one of the Shark Bats, I brought it back to the Sprite of Curiosity. The ingredients of the alchemist had already been gathered, and now all that we needed were the mortal. With the same cultist, I captured her, a dark elf, frail looking, easy to pick up.

With her locked to the ground, I started my part, as the Alchemist started his. A large symbol I carved on her back, as needed to control my magic in her. On the Shark Bat I did the same. Both bleeding from their back in serious pain, they would not die anytime soon, I had performed it many times before. As the alchemist finished the potion, I started on the second part of the experiment, I needed to corrupt their flesh. It failed, my mist could only go as far as freezing it.

I called for a Harbinger, Shae'Tan was the one who came. The alchemist started the third part of the experiment, carving smaller symbols on the elf and Shark Bat. It's wings, it's horns, it's tail, those were the spots of the symbols, and others on the dark elf as well. Shae'Tan prepared bloodshards, concentrated corruption. The bones of where the symbols were placed had to be broken. It was done together with the corruption, the cold stopping the elf from feeling too much pain and not passing out, even if her skull was cracked in two places.

The same was done on the Shark Bat, the corruption done to it as well. Then the last process would start. I placed my hands on the elf, and on the Shark Bat, and reached into their life force. The alchemist started his part as well, the symbols starting glowing. Equivelent Exchange can be quite powerful, this experiment was transferring one part of the body of one being, into the other, using outer energy.

So with alchemy like that, why was I needed? Why was Shae'Tan needed? The answer is simple, because as any healer will tell you, if you sew a leg of a pig into a fallen leg of another, the leg will soon rot and fall off. Small things like eyes have been done, with help of powerful healing magic, but this experiment was far greater. It doesn't work for two things.

First, the flesh is not the same, it doesn't combine. The new part would be toxic to the new body, the new part would not connect well to the rest of the body. This was why Shae'Tan was needed, to corrupt both bodies. By corrupting the bodies, I asked her to make them the same. Corruption is the unnatural change, and that way, the corruption changed both the Shark Bat's flesh and the elven flesh into the same.

Second, the soul does not accept a new part of, it's not part of the body, it would be like adding something to the soul. The soul does not accept this, the elf would not be able to move the new parts. Most likely the soul would reject the new parts and make the body throw them out, in the process killing her. There was where my magic was needed. Controlling lifeforce inside other's bodies is what I do. I grabbed her lifeforce, and forced it into the new parts of her body, the new wings, the horns the tail. I made her soul see that her lifeforce was in those parts of the body, made her soul accept the new parts.

Equivalent Exchange, Corruption, and the Soul accepting the new parts. This was what was needed to create a new beast. The Shark Bat died fast, only it's parts were needed. The dark elf was breathing but knocked out. Her eyes changed because of the corruption, and now had horns, a tail, and wings. The Alchemist and Shae'Tan left me to await her awakening.

I did not know what would happen, that it why it was an experiment. As she awoke, I did not know if she would even understand me, or act like a beast. I talked to her, asked her to speak. She did. Asked her of what she remembered. Nothing. Asked her if she remembered anything from her life. Nothing. I asked her what I should call her. Vithquar.

Vithquar she said. She could think, she could move, her memories were gone, so far the experiment was a success. All that was to happen now would be to test her new body. I removed her chains, told her to stand. Asked her to move her tail, and she did. And then I noticed a problem, the tail was useless. I had not thought of the different in sizes of the beast and the elf. More preoccupied on if it would work with the elf surviving, I for my own safety while capturing the beast, I chose a rather small Shark Bat, about as big as a dwarf, yet far more lighter.

Then what of her wings? A flying beast would make the mortals fear the Scourge, make them notice their powers. We took a frail elf, but if we used an Orc, a dwarf or a Kharajyr it would be a beast fit for combat. If it could fly. Something that she couldn't. She had already almost died while in the transformation, the parts were already as big as they could. Her weight was too much for the wings to lift off. Our mortal bodies are far heavier than those of birds and Shark Bats. The experiment was a failure.

I set her free, to us she would be useless. To force her to work for us, she would turn on us. Later she returned to us on free will, now thinking that she was a goddess of the Nether, which I had grabbed from that fiery realm and stuck her soul into a body. She wanted to use the Scourge to regain her powers. And that is how I created the Goddess of the Nether.

Not long after I decided to betrayed the Scourge, but not before making full use of it. I performed the same experiment, this time with holy magic instead of dark magic, to acquire more information on how powerful Holy Magic could be. It worked better, at least in the beginning. Her mind stayed, and she remained uncorrupted, but soon the wings were rotten and fell out. While the lifeforce was pulled into the new parts, the type of flesh was not the same. Corruption is needed to make the flesh the same, and holy magic only returns to what was before. That is why it did not work.

Both the Alchemist and I left the Scourge, never to perform together with the Harbingers these types of experiments. Vithquar is the only one of her kind, a goddess of her own race.

OOC:

This is the writings of my character on the creation of Vithquar played by Gwonam_Blaze. I think you most likely have seen her, she's the horned, tailed, winged elf. I have been asked a few times if the character is really accepted, and what her lore is. I decided to write this, since I enjoyed the rp and writing the post. This way you guys know the lore to Vithquar, even if just in OOC. This is also a reminder to all players, if you want to experiment and try to create weird things... well... experiment, and think ahead. You may ask for Lore team guidance, and try to find ways to create what you want with the lore of LOTC. Gwonam came to me with a request to create this character, I did not accept him to purely create the character without roleplay. The experiment was thought of, the roleplay made sense to my character's goals, to the Scourge goals, and the roleplay at the time was leading to the creation of something like this, a beast of the Scourge. He got lucky, yes, the roleplay my character was doing was leading up to something like her, and the idea he had about how he wanted Vithquar was extremely original, but I have accepted others who wished to create weird changes to their characters as well. Those which are unique, but the player doesn't know how to get the character like that, I aid them to do it. Those that have had roleplay leading to the change already, I review the roleplay, and allow or deny that it happened. Vithquar is probably the most changed character that will exist in roleplay for a long while, but there are many other characters that can be created or changed

 

Seeing characters like this bring roleplay to others, made me feel that I made the right decision, even if it took a week of argue with Ritts.

 

Either way, hope you liked the read.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=-igdqVjgPd0

The scythe fell, the tendons seaming away from flesh as the mortals neck split open. The head falling unto the ground as it continued to shriek, if only for a second. The knight mumbled something incoherent as the lifeless, headless corpse fell unto the ground. Blood spurting out for a few more moments. He went unto his cloak, wiping away the blood unto the tattered satin.  The Knight designated as Elbent ground his helmet to a nod as the two began to pound off. Verin looked back to the corpse, considering rather jaggedly about where the mans soul mightn't find himself.

Over the next hour, two men found their fate as this one had. All without seeming coincdence, it was known most well that bad things came in threes, and this was no different. Their lifeless bodies had fallen with the same terorr, with the same lack of tenacity: With the same guttural humanity.

The Necromancer Lair itself was quiet, as it usually was. Verin waited in a large chair near the end, letting himself sit unnecessarily within. Infront of him was Elbent himself, and in the middle of them was a Tak Table. They played the monotonous, un-imaginative game for a while. Pressing chess-like pieces against each others, conquering small settlements, razing villages. The usual monotony of their undeath personified in a tedious game made for children, only service to pass eternity. He looked behind him, to the plain black-iron staff that had found it's owner by the first of the three. 

It went on. Murder by murder, direction by direction. Following the orders of the Dread Lord to the letter as they did their duty. Something about the game had reminded him of the chain of events, about cause, and effect. He remembered his whipping by the white rose, his entry into the druids, he wondered if he had never tried to hug the leader of the white rose, if he wouldn't of join the druids. If he'd of just been a normal, happy idiot forever. The thoughts soon escaped him. He had found a new meaning, and that meaning was service.

Existantialism was a prime concept in the beings life before death, and he found it an unnecessary truth in this as well, There is none. He conceded to himself, as he had been having that trouble all of his life. A false fairytale of mortal eyes. They did not want to bear the truth. He looked out to the figurative darkness, an ashen room, and embodiment of evil. This is all there is, now.

If one were to look inside the building, they would see Delvers; mages, warriors, and all sorts of people retreating from an onflow of spiders.

Slowly but surely, the spiders gained ground, pushing the Delvers back. Large vermin crushed chairs, books, and all beneath their feet.

Within a few hours, the webs of the spiders had consumed the entire building, shrouding it in darkness. The passageways are closed off, and the last of the spiders make their home in the once proud building. Their screeches and clicks become a normal noise for those there, and, if one were to enter, they would find thousands of red, beady eyes. Behind them, a woman sits, her demeanor just like that of the spiders. Cackling endlessly, she looks up at the Demones manor high above, a grin crossing her face.

"What a delicious meal for my babies...~"

Lil'talaran had fallen.

Did the Delvers fall with it? None truly know, for only time shall tell.

That was an amazing event, guys. I hope you all liked it!

The clouds brew white over the sanctuary grounds. On this day, many pass through the Monk lands, perhaps energized by the recent victory against the North. You, amongst this crowd, see several people gathered at the noticeboard. After walking to them you see that they are all reading a prominent poster, featuring a detailed image and large text. Below it is a notebook from which paper can be ripped and replies written.

Turning your attention back to the poster, you examine it:

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W H O

D E S E R V E S

K N O W L E D G E ?

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Second Post (made on 2/25):

"In the south-eastern quarter of Anthos, a large ruin of a city has been discovered. The architecture is unlike anything of the area, and the site is almost fully buried in sand - leading one to believe that it is only recently uncovered by the movement of wind in the area.

The city is almost assuredly untouched, a strange magical field surrounding it. Conversation with the being that first gave hint to the location makes apparent that this city holds some importance to Anthos, be it ours or the world known to those that came before. 

Treasure hunters will be likely find some sort of loot as a reward for their efforts. They will be permitted to take anything that is not required for study.

Scholars will find the area even more rewarding. The city is a chance to look at a ruin untouched by anything but nature, and it is hinted that there may even be information related to our modern scourge problem within.

For all those interested, we will meet in a camp south of the ruin on the elven day following this, and then move north. From here, we will work on finding a way past this magical field.

The city awaits us.

~R.S."

((OOC))

Gaiusmarius8 will be hosting the event, and has asked me to make a post in order to bring in more players. The no-entry flag on the ruin will be removed at the time the event begins.

Event Time: 6:00 PM EST, Tomorrow (Monday 2/24/14)

Meet at 5:30 PM EST

Camp Location - 575, 1000

as authored by Wilfriche Buron

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This handbill aims to expand on the faith of the Orthodoxy. It is recommended to read the first Bill, known as “First Pamphlet on the Orthodoxy”, to those wholly unaware of the faith. These series of pamphlets seek to educate the masses of the True Faith, but in particular, its sect of Ruskan Orthodoxy.

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• The Orthodox Husaria Cross:

The Orthodox Cross differs from the Imperial Lorraine Cross in that it has three horizontal lines over two, and the middle line has small vertical lines beneath it. This symbolizes the ascension of those pious towards Godanistan over the arbitrary flat lines of the Imperial Cross. It was designed by the venerated Architecus Vekaro Husaria of the Hussaria basin in Aegan Raev, thus leading to the Cross itself being called the Orthodox Husaria Cross when compared with the Imperial Lorraine Cross. The Orthodox cross has three lines to symbolize Oblivion, the lowermost, the mortal plane, and the Seven Skies above.

• Stance on Interracial Marriage and Fornication:

The Ruskan Orthodoxy is absolute in its dealings when it comes to the relations between mortals of different race. Fornication outside of marriage is forbidden and condemnable, while interracial marriage can only occur in cases with a petition to the Church hierarchy.  In sum, we shall look to the words of St. Siegmund to understand why interracial unions should be considered with caution.

“Every race was granted one curse by Iblees and one boon by Aeriel through the Creator’s Will. To mix races would go against Godanistan by actively and willingly creating beings twice-cursed by Iblees, twice-tainted by his wicked ways. Even if they may possess two boons, the mark of Iblees is stronger than the blessing of Aeriel, and they will be more tainted than redeemed. This will hinder their lives greatly, ostracizing them from their society and marking them damned.”

The most grave form of race-mixing is to mix elf and man; for their respective curses overpower their weaknesses, creating an impotent, short-lived, cast-out who has no blessing from Aeriel, and thus none from Godanistan. Children of this union must be avoided at all cost as to preserve their respective races. While the products of interracial unions may still be redeemed of sin and be able to walk the Skies, we should hold their parents accountable for their misdeed in condemning their offspring to twin curses, given that they conceived this child without permission and consideration of the Church.

Fornication outside of wedlock is often condemned as not only does it desecrate the bodies given to us by Godanistan by neglecting the sacred union of matrimony, but it also leads to the impoverished bastardy, whom are subject to a horrid life lacking in a strong familial bond. The Orthodoxy believes that every child, every mortal creation of Godanistan, should sleep soundly knowing that their respective mother and father chose to be wed instead of being a product of carnal lust.

• The dubbing of the Limbo as the Stynian Wastes:

Under the pretense that the Limbo state between the mortal plane and the Seven Skies is where souls whom have committed a life of good yet failed to accept Godanistan, I have chosen to name it the Stynian Waste. This name stems from its concept; while not soul-crushing and void of life as Oblivion, the Stynian Wastes, or Stynia, is derelict, a shoddy plane unfit for the wise and pious. The term Stynia refers to the ancient Raevan clerical term used to describe the regions where pagans, heathens, and heretics settled; thus, in conjecture, the term aptly defines the abyss of the limbo state where infidels of good character ascend to.

• The Redemption of Gregory Fisher:

This is the record of the story of Gregory Fisher, recorded by Pyotr the Goatherd in the year of 1452. It is a staple proverb of Godanistan’s forgiveness, the foresight and compassion of Bogdanistan, which all holymen should value, and that of a humble man’s redemption.

“When I was little whelp, name of Gregory Fisher, made committing of many sins. The slaying of many, as you are seeing was most. Godanistan cursed for bloodlust of mine. Becoming of transition between man, and kebab… A dark time, but I did learn to repent. It was here, where this small Gregory Fisher is strucking by mortal blow, falling into swirling Brigand’s pass… But Bogdanistan knew my faith and potention, and appealed to Godanistan. So forth, was reborn Jorji Fjzher, warrior of Fourth Sky. And here am I.”

• The Hierarchy of the Orthodoxy:

The Hierarchy of the Orthodoxy remains largely consistent with the ones established by other sects of the faith. However, given the Orthodoxy’s linguist differences, the titles of each rank differ and they are minor differences in the respective duties. As the Orthodoxy faith, these abstract ranks may be defined further and further to efficiently promote the faith. In reference to these ranks, the common or raevir name can be used. The plural for raevir titles is to end the title in “i”, rather than “s”, aside from the Kaplan (Kaplans is correct, but Episkops and Alphiskops are inaccurate; the correct plural form is Episkopi and Alphiskopi)

- The Acolytes (Acolytes) of the Orthodoxy

The Acolyte are those beginning to undertake the Faith. Beginning unoathed and lacking in the basic clerical education required to become a priest of the Orthodoxy, they are expected to live pious lives in this “trial period”. They have little duties in the Church hierarchy, aiding their superiors in mass, scribe-work, missionary work, and studying various religious and secular texts. They are expected to abide to the tenets of the Church, but considering that they are initially unoathed, they are not to hold mass or conduct other rites. However, they are permitted to lead weddings and conduct in formal baptisms after their first chosen oath.. As they master the rites and intricacies of the faith, they may be oathed further and further until finally ordained to the Church as official members.

- The Priests (Kaplan) of the Orthodoxy

In the Orthodoxy, there is no distinction between a deacon, priest, or monk; the oaths of Orthodoxy mean that the Kaplans, or Priests, are hieropriests in practice; able to spend their time cloistered or actively converting and preaching the true faith. The priests are permitted to administer all rites aside from inducting people into Holy Orders. They may be granted tasks from their respective superiors, but otherwise are expected to promote the faith through holding regular mass, confession of sins, leading communities spiritually, educating the youth in theology, converting infidelsl, and so forth. They are to be addressed as Borsa “Name”, or Brother.

- The Bishops (Episkop) of the Orthodoxy

The Episkopi are the bishops of the Faith, serving an Archbishop and often supervising a group of priests in administering the faith. Acting as members of the College of Bishops in representing the Faith and promoting Creatorism, Bishops often act as stewards to portions of Archdioceses, addressing more local concerns while the Archbishops, or Alphiskopi, above them deal with general issues regarding the region. They are to be referred to as Pan “Name”, or your grace.

- The Archbishop (Alphiskop)  of the Orthodoxy

The Alphiskopi are the 2nd highest in hierarchy just as in other sects of the True Faith; they are to run entire tracts of land, collecting tithe, managing the Faith on a grander scale. They are to be referred to as Kopus “Name”, or your Holiness.

- The Patriarch (Patriarch) of the Orthodoxy

The Patriarch of the Orthodoxy is the head of the Orthodoxy sect. He is not the ultimate authority on Church affairs, as that role is still relegated to the High Pontiff. However, he is the authority on Orthodox specific matters, such as constructions of the Raevir language or rites of the sect. He can be a High Pontiff, but must be at least an Archbishop in rank. He is referred to those whom acknowledge his authority as Magnate “Name”.

- The High Pontiff of the Faith

The High Pontiff holds the same role in other sects as he does in Orthodoxy; acting as supreme autocrat of the Faith and head of Church.

The UAC would ignore the Scourge until they got bored, and no longer respond to their bullying using the nunchuks they bought with their rich dad's money.

The nation leaders are pictured doing so here

The Sur’draka fort has been held by the doms since the start of their counter attack. The Wargoth wants I, Karonz’Rax, to lead 1000 rax warriors and 300 humans, known as subudai, into battle to take the fort. From rumors it seems the Doms have around 600 warriors, and 200 mutants. The mutants worry me, because of them a name stands out ‘Balphegor…’

The scroll goes on about logistics and tactics. But then it goes back to Balphegor…

The mutant known as Balphegor was in the battle on Zur’Larka hill. The beast slayed 300 rax warriors. Spears, bows, and swords couldn’t pierce it’s skin! Maybe the rumors are false that it’s there but I still worry. I have taken the Rax’s warbeast ‘Dom Zlayur’ a fierce scaddernack with me. The subudai warrior known as ‘Bashur Al-Halli’ seems to have an enchanted sword as well. If all goes well the fort shall be ours, and Balphegor slain!

- Nob Karonz’Rax

This section of the story ends. It goes on to say the disastrous attack on Sur’draka, and how the beast Balphegor slayed half the army by itself. The following page is a report from one of the survivors.

Balphegor tore threw our ranks… it’s blue skin went to grey than black… it grew to a full 15 feet at one point. At full height it grew long hair and became blue again. At that point spears and weapons were useless! The beast just shrugged them off. It smashed ‘Dom Zlayur’ in seconds flat. ‘Bashur Al-halli’ came out and did combat with Balphegor, and held it while we continued the assault. But soon he fell and our Nob was slain in combat. We retreated and fell back to the Rax plains.

-Zalforgur’Rax

OOC:

Just writing something up for the evil orc mutant balphegor... :3

So, without further ado, here we go.

Current Fjarriauga - Only those listed here may use frost witch magic!

Anyone not on this list is not a Fjarriauga. No exceptions.

Character name (MC name)

An asterisk (*) denotes a witch mother

Active

Glaewen (Frosted_Petal) *

Amariel (Pj07) *

Gabrielle (birdwhisperer)

Rutto (EmeraldStag)

Inactive

Arabella (ScarletKaiser)

Alandri (cruzazul8)

Yuln (Godness_Aurea)

Fifika (ArcturusLight)

Laeulil (Geoboy66)

Deceased

Brunhylde (Hadlais) *

Siberia (AspectGC)

Amanda (Tyber1231)

Altariel (0Altariel0)

Lumia (Snowy_Kitty) *

SO. LET US REVIEW:

-You see we live in a magical tower! It does not mean you know what we are.

-You see we have ice powers! It still does not mean you know what we are.

-You've seen us eat people! It STILL does not mean you know what we are!

-You've seen a Fjarriauga out of her disguise! It STILL does not mean you know what we are!

-A frost witch tells you, herself, what she is. You know what a Fjarriauga is!

It is okay to be suspicious if you see a lady with grey skin chowing down on a person! It is also okay to be suspicious of a group of creepy ladies living in a tower! But coming up to their door, knowing everything about them, and calling them "frost witches" or a variation is not okay!

Even if you've seen them using ice powers and eating people undisguised, calling them Fjarriauga or Frost Witches is still not okay. A witch must TELL you what they're called. Til then, "cannibal lady ice monster mages" will do just fine.

Links to our other threads -

Original Fjarriauga Lore & Idea post

Fjarriauga Wiki Page (Partially outdated)

"My fellow Anthosians, I am taking a poll to see why is it so hard to find love in Anthos, Can you please write Yes or No on the paper to the right and put it in the bowl, I'll leave a sign here to show everyone the results."

                         -Adarin Colin

((Hope this is the right section lol))

The thudding of war drums are heard from the Azog fortress suddenly one night, the deep booms resounding off the nearby plateaus and ringing through their small valley. Great roars and grunts from Uruk and Gobo alike as logs and rocks are dragged from the main keep. The only light for these workers to go by is the high night moon and the orange glow of the burnings fields.

The workers continue on as they begin to gather their supplies near the blacksmith- at which there too was endless work. The smith restlessly hammers and molds his steel, forming new blades and sets of armor just for this battle. Without a bit of acknowledgement he continues on with his own work as a few Orcs drag by a crude sled with logs piled atop it.

Where the Orcs deliver the supplies to there is another two Orcs standing over, one observing the happenings of the bustling war camp whilst the other one calls over his shoulder battle plans and ideas for coming layouts. The tactician cannot seem to help but keep staring forward and over the edge of the hill down at what could be assumed to be their target- the Kaxil Stronghold.

After a while of this rhythmic cycle of work the sun slowly began to rise above the horizon, peaking over the Kaxil fort. By this time the fires burned low, giving off a large cloud of smoke as nearly only charred embers remained. The two Orcs overlooking the work site turned and observed the work force one last time before the tactician spoke out.

“Latz dun fur tudeh, gu nuw agh gid rezt! Tumurrow wi ged tu da real wurk!”

All the Orcs cheered, a weary yet still furious sense about them as they quickly finished up their work. They quickly all dispersed as they went to go back to their business. As the war drums slowly died down to a stop a single goblin ran about the open field, snuffing out the smoldering messes that once were the burning fires serving as the workmen’s light source

The Rex and head of the Azog clan, Urik Azog, had called earlier that day they would prepare for their final push to remove the corrupted Kaxils from their land. His aim will be to take the Stronghold by force or demolish it to a pile of rubble trying.

And by the next night, the drums shook and the fires burned once more.

((OOC))

Date and time:

-[Negotiable- contact Erik0821] 23th of February

12:30 PST - 3:30 EST - 8:30 GMT

Manpower:

-[Defence] Kaxils and Allies

-[Offense] War Uzg and allies

Type of Battle:

-Invasion

Rewards:

-If the defending party is victorious they will be exempt from another claim for their land for three more months and may make a counter attack as they wish.

-If the attacking party wins they will be entitled to the lands of the Kaxil Stronghold.

Rules:

-No one day alts

-No breaking or placing blocks besides ladders within the battlegrounds

-No golden apples/potions/or brews

-No enchanted equipment

-All server rules are to be followed [No glitches, hacks, returning after death Etc.]

None of these terms are 100%

permanent and are susceptible to change upon reasonable request. If you would like to discuss changes contact Erik0821 via MC or a PM on the forums.