MAUKTA CLAN

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MAUKTA CLAN

 

Orcs thrive from adversity. Their strength stems from the thickness of their hides and the blood in their hearts. Born of a cold and desolate place, the Maukta are wary of those who do not bare equal hardships, or the soft-willed.

 

Origins

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The first few Maukta were nothing but traveling shamans and nomads, children of Balzug the Brave, and adherents to Veist who journeyed to ascertain the mysteries of the world. The black sands brought adversity, and like moths to a flame they flocked, seeking to surmount these lands . To survive within the Mornarash, their culture would breed orcs who possessed the instinct and cunning to survive.

 

MORNARASH

(The Black Nothing)

Beyond an ocean of salt and monsters lies the Maukta’s home, a desert black like the night sky, and cold like the touch of death.  

 

 

APPEARANCE

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Due to the colder, sand-filled environment the Maukta survive in, their skin is much thicker  than compared to their kin who live in deserts and hillsides. From this however, they are often shorter or stockier. Their skin tones range a variety of earthy colors;brown,orange, and gray, though are often mottled with other colors.

 

 

CULTURE

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Early life as a Maukta shapes many of them into aloof and cautious orcs who seek little to do with those outside their clansmates. Maukta see stupidity as a great dishonor. Their narrow-minded view shapes the way they interact with the world. In their mind, ignorance and death as the same entity. A fool invites death into his home, and the ignorant are punished with great failure.  

Children are taught to be observers, scouts, and huntsmen, knowledgeable in the cycles of the world, of seasons and of beasts that plague the desert. When Maukta are just old enough to hold a weapon, they are exiled from the clan to wander the cold,dry wastes alone with only a blade. It is in this coming of age that shapes them, as those not intelligent enough are devoured by beasts, and those not strong enough are left as frozen statues. When they inevitably return to their clans (a journey that often takes years), they are offered a mask and a home in which they are offered dwelling and protection for as long as they wish to stay, for the itching, unnerving flame of Balzug stirs them into nomadiscism, and wandering the lands.

 

The homes of the Maukta exist within the hearts and masks of their people. Rather than tents or settlements, their homes are often carried upon the backs of the beasts they ride, or wedged between abandoned caves and holes within the earth. These dwellings are never rested in, made authentic by the cobwebs and dust of time itself. Maukta hold little interest in material wealth or extravagance, and so these homes are passed around and used by roving clans, made usable by the past generation, and repaired for the generation to come.

 

Maukta are cartographers, merchants and peddlers. There is thrill in discovery for Maukta, and it stirs their cold, thick-skinned hearts to travel and interact with others. They possess little in material things, seeking to live off the land, and remain humble.  Maukta pride themselves for their ability to learn and memorize, and do not construct libraries or places of learning. Instead, their skills of communication and passing stories told. A world of information hides beneath their strange masks.

 

The masks serve as a window to the world. Maukta loathe open expression of emotion, for it shows foolishness and vanity. The beasts of the Mornarsh prey on those without clear heads, and so by wearing a mask, they protect themselves from the cold, and unsavory folk.   

From this, comes wizened orcs, aged beyond their years. Grizzled and experienced by the cold winds of Mornarash, the Maukta sought to leave their frigid wastes, as the thousands of years traversing and charting the deserts had left them to stagnate.  Atlas offered them a world of magic and intrigue, of people and places never thought possible by a cold and venerable clan.

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