The Warhawke Tribe

[El Ricktador 1394]

Extended Roleplay (Short-Medium length read)

Long ago in the realm of Asulon, a rivalry began between the Silver City, and a vengeful mali’ker. He’d been humiliated, and lied to. He’d been made a fool by the self-proclaimed city of the mali’thil. He displayed his anger in volatile displays of strength against a nearby forest just outside the place he had once called home. He never looked back as he left to find his homelands. The Silver City shone brightly behind him, reflecting the light of the crescent moon.

 

This, however, is not his story. This is the story of two brothers, in the realm of Athera. Ereinion and Eraynion were put in a precarious position, they were both first borns of the last Warhawke Chieftain. As such, they both had large shoes to fill. They had a tribe to lead. A family of proud mali’ker blood. While not all pure, a family nonetheless.

 

These two brothers sit in the construction of their newly found home within the caverns of Ker’nor. They sit within a mess of sheets of paper they had strewn across the room. The Warhawkes had never had a crest. They’d never had a proper banner to fight under or live under. They only had what their ancestors had left them with: The fourth chieftain’s dream and the last chieftain’s ashes.

 

Ereinion ‘Rei’ Taloha the III leans back into the wood of his chair, his arms on the armrests, his hair was matted with dirt and he smelled of the fungi they’d removed from the area they’d been given for a home. They were going to have a new beginning, he and his brother had a chance to turn the tribe into something much greater than it’d ever been. There had never been two chieftains, but they would make it work.

 

But we need a banner, Ereinion thinks to himself.

 

His eyes wander aimlessly around the room. His hand comes up to the half of his shaved head, he toys with the painted lapis beads in his hair.

 

His eyes begin to close and he’s drifting. How long had he been awake? It’d been days now. How long exactly? He thinks to himself that he should get some sleep, he’s so tired, but there is so much work to be done. Yet he is so…

very…..

 

tired-

 

It comes to him, his eyes pop open, he reaches for a stick of charcoal. He scratches the paper furiously, large swipes going in circles, small shapes begin to take form under a larger circle. He finishes quickly, standing up and holding the paper high above his head.

 

“I’ve got it!” He exclaims, “I’ve got it!”

 

His brother awakens instantly, he’d given up on the crest design only a few moments before.

 

Nor looks up from his stonemasonry, his Doomforge eyes looking up at the upper floor at Rei.

 

“Here it is, Nor,” Ereinion says, “This is a new age, the Elves will remember Ereinion and Eraynion!”

 

Nor takes the paper in his rough, strong hands, his eyes moving across the paper. “Right away, Chief!” He turns on his heel, holding his belt as he darts towards the anvil to fashion the Warhawkian crest for their clan hall.

 

Ereinion turns to his brother, “Let’s get to work.”

 

The Warhawke

 

 

“The wind blows, the moon wanes, Warhawke warriors move silently and quietly high above in the trees in perfect unity with each other.”

 

Family Tree

Current Family Members

 

Ereinion Taloha the III - i_am_Ricky

Tahiti Ba’ikana  - bryanhasateninch

Thea Taloha - Darkest101

Eraynion Taloha - Mosue

Sevilo Othan - Vosphorus

Astrid - zane274

Nor - Reip

 

Origins and History

They are natives of Asulon originally, and were initially a tribe of lumberjacks and axe warriors. Over the years they have branched out into other professions but remain true to their other roots. The fourth Chieftain of the Warhawke tribe woke up the night after he’d found an ancient cave of hieroglyphic type text not far from their campsite at that time. He’d been spoken to within the unnatural cold of the cave, he’d been given a vision.

 

That very same night he was awoken by the same vision in the form of a dream. He dreamed of a burning rock, within a black ocean, an ocean of nothingness. It burned bright blue like nothing he’d ever seen before. He feared it, they named it igne’acaela. Heaven’s Fire is what it would be remembered as. This would lead the tribe towards study of astronomy and the skies. Long before the fourth Chieftain’s vision, the tribe had grown a great admiring of lapis lazuli. The blue stone was captivating, they learned to fashion it into whatever they needed, they found methods of strengthening it for axe weapons, they turned it into jewelry. Even today, it is still admired. It is given as gifts, it is hoarded, and it is used for decoration.

Physical

The Warhawke are strong from their descendants living through harsh times in extreme climates of all kinds. Hot and cold. Their skin is dark, and their blood always contains more mali’ker than anything else. Their height varies, and so do their skill in whatever professions they attach themselves to. The most worthy are expected to wear a mohawk.

 

 

Beliefs & Traditions

Religious Views

Similar to most Dark Elves, the Warhawkes praise primarily their ancestors, and their peers. They look to the Council of Stars, fallen chieftains, for guidance from time to time.

 

Lapis Lazuli

Praised and admired by the entirety of the Warhawke tribe. Every member has a family piece that is passed down to them by their bloodline. While it may not necessarily be always on their person, it is always protected and safe. Never forgotten.

 

The tribe uses the material for weapons, jewelry, and household decoration. The gifting of lapis from one Warhawke to an outsider is a great sign of respect. Respect is most important to the Warhawkes, respect for all things. Pride and family are held dear to them.

 

Tribe Unity

In the old days, the Warhawke tribesman were feared by regional enemies for their teamwork prowess. They operated as one fluid unit, as if choreographed and planned for maximum efficiency and defense. In reality, they practice a large amount of non-verbal cues with body language and movements in combat. They fight without saying a word.

[Jonificus 2741]

Mithius shakes his head, murmuring "Savages.." before picking up his golden chalice, taking a swig of vintage Savoyard wine.

[Baconthief 682]

"Honorable" Mizz would say, opposing Mithrias

[VL 298]

Damasus would frown at the mention of these Warhawkes.

 

"They sound... typical."

 

((Very well written post - I love it.))

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Ecthallion sniffs.

 

 

(Very nice)

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

Draetus Atreides smiles, having helped them in the past.

[Cloakedsphere 1471]

Cole, one of the first chieftains alongside Rei just wanders the realm not knowing of such happenings.

[Cloakedsphere 1471]

OOC:

 

The /current/ Warhawke theme song.

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.