The Mighty Subudai!

[lordchaos13 2]

((Any one who has rp'ed with my subudai character please support my va. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/57555-ragnorak-va-try-2/))

[lordchaos13 2]

*posters stand around camp*

Work needed. I have already done severel large jobs for the camp including making some scematics,digging rivers,and making the chain. I have also done a few other small tasks. So if you are in need of anything send me a bird((lordchaos13)) or leave a note on one of these posters((make a post on the thread)) I can do many things so if you need any work done contact me.

[Lupus 14]

*reads the poster*

*scribbles a note at the end*

"Talk to Sauros about work otherwise why not scout our lands and make note of points of intrest such as rivers lakes and caverns I'm sure that if you make a logbook on your findings Sauros may reward you as the information may prove invaluable to us in future that should give you plenty of work. Or just go to one of the nearby towns. I'm sure they could use help."

[lordchaos13 2]

*Ragnorak runs up to Sauros as he returns to camp* "Sauros i have a messege to pass from Estimor. A messenger came while you were away the orkish war lord Pok'ugluk has threatend war apon them. They will soon be needing our help. On a lighter tone he said all of the Subudai are invited to the first public execution in Ensimor which will be held during the Torrens cornation."

[Samson Option 9652]

Sauros meditates deeply within his yurt, the breeze pushing throughout the interior much smoke from incense and fire burning alive. He ponders on much that has happened recently, ranging from the amiable meeting with the Rex of the War Uzg, Gromgok'Gorkil, to the finding of the new leaders of Kal'Alras passing through the Subudai camp and the fruitful conversation; to the raiding of Skravia. His memories delve to the discussion with Gorum Goldhand of Kal'Alras...

He ponders on what has come out of the discussion with Gorum, from how he declared the Horde not to be risen to face Alras; now renamed. To how he came to agreements with Gorum for land east of the Merchants Guild and how he chortled at the thought of nomads mining when Gorum requested none to take place on complacent and expansive plains. He remembers resting his hand across his heart, his way of conveying friendly bonds as he declares that he will not raise the Horde nor attack Kal'Alras; to the surprise struck upon him when Gorum made a wise decision to scale back the outstretching of Old Alras as he rebuilds Kal'Alras.

How Gorum himself objected to the threats given to Torren Strongheart of Enismor, saying that Kjell had thought him attempting to assassinate him; yet Sauros objected firmly to this and told Gorum how he would not tolerate Torren if he had done such a thing. Explaining to Gorum how Enismor and the Subudai had migrated to the continent they stood on with Dwarves and Orcs as they were the most honor bound and most respectful of cultures for they themselves possessed uniqueness of their own. Talking firmly about how he was sure that Torren is one who keeps his nose out of other nations, especially one across the continent; they end on the note in which Sauros informs Gorum Goldhand that he will protect Kal'Alras as they rebuild.

[Samson Option 9652]

The curved horns of the Ulfgars sound out in the vacant air of the calm seas as the Longboat begins to rock, the ripples on the water exponential yet it was one single thought that those around the determined Ulfgars felt; the ***** feeling of having sailed for the first time. This was no lofty Galleon that nary a shake that the waves splashing against could produce, but a Longboat low and close to the waters it skimmed. Sauros Alanbataar holds tight against the railing as he keeps his eyes wandering and sneaking into view the insides of the boat rather than the waves shifting and changing into soulless forms that he could never keep vigil upon for longer than a few seconds as the waves crashed. Varin places a firm hand atop the laminated Drakkar Sigil towards the front of the Longboat and looks down at Sauros and chortles at the sight of his Khagan sickened from the travels; only to have his words muted by the overtone of Delthor, Rocco, and other Ulfgars commanding the foreigners of the seas to keep rowing.

The Ulfgars scramble across the low-lying deck, spitting on and extinguishing the torches lying about as night falls and the light emanating from Skravia becomes apparent. With raspy whispers and guttural hearkening, the Longboat seemingly disappears as it cuts a swath through the mists peeling off of the sea to Skravia's western direction. Sauros tries to raise himself up, but falls upon one knee as his head bobs in various directions as he tries to keep his composure, asking Varin and Delthor where they intended to beach. Pointing towards the South, Sauros falls back into his misshapen seat; unknowingly unable to contain a man of tall height for a human as Sauros lets out a slight sigh of relief as he feels the lurch of the Longboat beaching. Immediately, the Ulfgars begin to jostle the men and women off of the boat and onto the foamy sands of the beach and into a conglomerating formation of no true discipline.

Sauros reaches his left hand towards his stomach, feeling the effects of the rough sailing on his organs as he reaches out and places his free hand atop Varin's shoulder, urging Varin to lead onward. Varin looks with a cocky smirk and barks for the Horde to follow him. An array of soldiers of variant cultures clash as they make their ways through Skravia. Just as swiftly as the men arrived had flames arisen, the streets usually void of much activity bustled alive of the violent kind as the Horde scoured and stripped limb from body as testament to their strength and limb from tree as fire-starter as torches drove into corners of structures and gave light. The Horde was in a dizzying array of chaos and uncontrolled anger and frustration as Skravians began to attempt to fight back, some streets ran with the colors of Skravian guards as they attempted to contain the situations within.

The chaos within the streets, due to lack of control, gave way to a rout called for the safety of the Horde; knowing they had been caught in an ill-tempered action. Sauros and Varin looked at each other as many of the Horde were fleeing and some trying to find back-alleys to ambush the guards, they began to cry out for a retreat; the urban warfare much too confusing in such an unruly fighting fashion. Much of the Ulfgars having carried out numerous pieces of goods, weapons, and armors and dropping them as they made their way past the Khagan and Syrmatae as they watched with caring yet assertive eyes that their words were met and obeyed. As the last litter of warriors began to flee and successfully make their way out, Sauros and Varin begin to pick up their pace and sprint together out of the settlement.

[OOC: Metagaming had been detected, GMs Huurk and Viper3x investigated and Sultan_Mogroka banned the one who started the mess. I apologize for any frustration having been taken out against Skravia and Alakabam apologizes vice-versa. It seems, I have more, even non-Subudai telling me that there in fact were surrendering Skravians as well as more of the attackers alive than Skravian defenders. I consider this pillage a victory, BUT this attack is teaching the Subudai that being an unruly Horde is not the best military tactic. Expect changes in our military traditions due to this. Mogroka has said that any dead attackers cannot be searched and linked to us due to the metagaming that ruined the event. I hope this RP post does justice ;)]

[Samson Option 9652]

Skravia's dim lights seem to guide again, the desires of the pillaging Ulfgars send forth large detachments of forces. The streets reeked with blood spilled as their girth filled with the hot air that would inspire vicious roars and shouts of glee...

[OOC: The 2nd Battle was a pretty messy and chaotic as approx. 50 players filled the same chunk at once and some shouts were given, some too far for the inhabitants to hear, some too late.]

[Hiebe 2493]

(Awe the hoard idea worked so well :/ man I'm missing out on this rp)

[Samson Option 9652]

Sauros stands in his lamellar overcoat as his thobe whips underneath in the breeze skirting the eastern coastline. He eyes the Ulfgars with an inquisitive look as Varin Ulfgar comes forth from the crowd bristling in chains and lengthy axes, beckoning Sauros to smile broadly. Congratulating each other on successful strikes on Skravia, they embrace ruggedly; Sauros having become accustomed to the ways that Varin and his brethren brought forth upon becoming the first Kotan of the Subudai. Having been chided for his seasickness, Sauros smirks and scoffs, replying that he could simply walk back to camp without rewarding the Ulfgars. With that, Varin's eyes furrow as he attempts to decipher what said reward would be, only to have his eyes widen as Sauros embraces him brotherly; an arm wrapped around the broad shoulders of the Ulfgar and the tall nomad towering over him closely.

Stating how he remembered often the woes of the Ulfgar as they treaded through broiled deserts and vast plains, their feet aching from the utter flatness of the planes stepped upon, he ruffles Varin's thick mast of hair and chortles in remembrance. Sauros sends a spindly elbow into Varin's chest as he opens his other palm towards the forests and shoreline that they stood upon; stating simply that it was his to keep and to find his home and rest at thereafter. Varin gasps at the offer, a coarse whistle emitted from his throat, but smiles soon after and thanks Sauros. Sauros quickly turns fully towards Varin and offers that the Kirvels work together, with that a nod of agreement comes forth...

The City-State of Varivik has been founded.

[Samson Option 9652]

Noticing that the Kirvels and Ulfgars have been made happy to have their own settlement and removed from the nomadic ways, he sighs as he sees the plains once more; riddled with lesser folks. With that, he looks towards the desert wherein rests the Jahvid Kotan, looking further into the desert claiming so many rumored oasis in the form of mirages and smiles broadly. The incense bushes dotting the vast deserts play with his mind, how he has become addicted to the arousing scent. As he stares into the desert, one mirage plays with his head; one of towering Arabesque structures with yurts hugging the city.

Knowing he must make the mirage something physical, he takes out a scroll of papyrus after retracting into his yurt and with a chunk of charcoal; he begins to write: 'Ya Jahvid, beautiful artisans who have never ceased to impress me, to reward the Kirvel and Ulfgar with a settlement of their own would be an insult to those so beautiful in skin and in art. I will personally help you with raising a settlement of your own so long as we embrace your artisan and artistic skill'. With that, he rolls it up and begins to walk down the bluff on which his yurt sits and presents the scroll himself...

Name your settlement ya Jahvid, Massa Sauros gives you sanction to raise it alongside hopefully the Mongols and Warhawke.

[Viscen 356]

The desert sands kick up at ever so slightly, disturbed by the flowing wind and scorpions that roam the vast expanse of the Eastern Sands; and as occasional cacti protrude out from the horizon, a new sight is seen, cascading long shadows over the light sand as the sun falls behind it. This new sight is uncommon to the peaceful desert, and its ***** position is soon complemented by the buzzing and bustle of a work force. Working with mortar and sandstone, the workers carefully erect the fine yet simple buildings of a desert city, all the while wiping sweat from their faces as the sun beats heavily on their construction, bouncing and reflecting heat all about. Overseeing these workers are three men, dressed in unique robes complemented by ornate necklaces, and all obviously accustomed to the desert climate. A dark-skinned hand extends out as one of the three begins to speak to the workers, directing them on the construction, while the other two enjoy a fragrant glass of rose water delivered to them by a woman, who bows her head graciously and continues towards the workers, her similar dark skin striking out against the paler shades the workers express. Along the foundation of the sand-colored walls, the familiar Jahvid tents are seen pitched about, providing the workers a respite from the intense heat scorching the sand. It is here that the foundations of Agrabah, a Jahvid Jewel in the desert, is to be created, providing an Oriental touch to the land, and a sight truly magnificent and breathtaking, exemplifying Jahvid ingenuity and architecture to all who are graced by its sight.

[Samson Option 9652]

[i am going to work, but I'll be making a Lore Post about how the Subudai have in essence allied with the Rex and abandoned Enismor as a CityState due to Torren's lie being pointed out.]

[EmeraldStag 165]

Midori lays in her bedroll and stares at the riseing sun from her doorway in her part of camp. SHe thinks of the many things she has done and the various people she has met up until now. That halfling that had asked her to pick him p and take him somewhere, which she was trying to be polite and say no to. Shortly after that she met a rather kind dwarf around the docks in the cloud temple, same as that halfling. She stayed near the docs and met him many times until one day he was struck by lightning, which she helped him to some preistess looking girl who some how used Midori in healing him. She then decided not to see the dwarf again because she didn't like how close he started to get to her. She had gone back to camp after that to help with the hunting and various things around camp. A few months after that Midori went to the cloud temple to sell a few of the items she had aquired from a few purges she had been apart of with the Subudai. At the cloud temple she had met a rather rude and unruly dwarf. The dwarf had asked her to go on an adventure with him. She is not the most trusting person and told the dwarf no. They then got into an argument. The dwarf then claimed he required compensation for wasting his time, which casued even more arguing. Midori then decided to lie to the dwarf and told him she'd pay him off later, whcih she was never going to, but then Antian comes along and questions what is going on. After hearing little of the story, he pays the whiny dwarf and then leaves. Later Midori scolded him about that. The final person Midori met at the cloud temple was a rather strange woman carrying a female halfling. The woman then proceeds to stare at her with great haterade and then after a while the woman tells her many rude things and says she hates the colr of Midori's eyes and calls her "NetherBorn". Midori, chocked by this, has no idea what to do. WIth men, Midori knows how to handle them. WIth other women though, Midori is rather tentative about what to do when they are angery with her or sad about something. After that she is apologised to by an elf who knows the girl.After that, Midori heads back to camp and continues to help anyway she can.

Midori now sits in her yurt thinking of her future. What should I do now? I have my entire life ahead of me with the Mongols and the city states of Levanthus.....should I now look for a husband and start a family? Or should I continue with the way I live my life now...

((OOC: sorry that I have no pictures, this all has happened over the past few months and I forgot to post about them, so yeah. Oh, and if your male character is looking for a wife in the mongols group, then you can try your luck of swooning Midori XD

~Emerald out.))

[Samson Option 9652]

A dream was it, to see such a glistening black animal; horned and tripping itself as it rambled towards the camp. It appeared as a bull, with hair much like his own, jet-black and threaded, yet his was covered in sweat and Sauros was freshly bathed. It would seem it worked, toiled to arrive inside the camp, it's actions bared truth to the word it brought within a scroll it had carried; he grasped the horns roughly and gave it a smoothing motion to calm the beast. The thunderstorm rolling with it's many anvils anchoring it as it sprawled the sky of the plains beckoned Sauros to open the scroll. His eyes laid across distorted lettering, but he could make it out as that of the Orcs of Strigzgoi.

Reading it, he lifted his dripping head as rain streamed over his bony cheeks and were waterfalls upon his chest, a smirk of acknowledging arose; a blessing amongst the omens of the bull and the thunder and the grouping rainclouds pouring forth. The Kotansmani walking solemnly stop as such a contradiction to how the weather impressed them was shown and acquired, yet Sauros told them little and clicked his tongue for his steppe horse; beckoning the Jahvids to come with him. After mounting it, bare of no saddle, he trotted from side-to-side as the Jahvids mounted their desert horses and together headed swiftly into desert sands; towards Enismor with tufts of sand being dug from the horseshoes of a many people traveling.

Nearing the walls of Enismor, unfinished and leaving Sauros with a curt nod at the guards, thinking of how with a great many citizens, they've done little for their numbers. His steppe horse trots then relaxes as Sauros swings his left leg over and atop the cobble paths, paining him the texture of a road unkempt as much as the sight of buildings unshapely. To be honest, Sauros has had little patience, his kindness had superseded his anger that he held when he first besieged the unsightly settlement, yet even when freedom was given to Torren and the others; no tree blossomed under said liberties. He crosses the street, towards the port and his eyes gaze and widen at the sight of four Orcs bearing words already with Torren; Sauros frowns slightly after realizing Grom'gok was not among them.

Hearing the grunts, greetings, and calls of delight, neutrality, and curiosity at the sight of him, Sauros walks towards the group conglomerated and notices the Enismorians seemingly suspicious and worried; he turns to face the Orcs with an inquiring visage. The Rex stepped forth, heeding to start the conversation without pleasantries as Sauros bent his knees and sat cross-legged upon the grass and chuckling at the invoking about pleasantries; stating that he cared not to be a princely person as he was but a nomad. Rex Pok began by handing a redrawn map towards Sauros, Sauros shifting his shins forward as he reached out to receive it; quickly scanning over and noticing the lines. He runs his spindly fingers through his thinning goatee as Pok explains to him how the Gorkil land was made of the Northern Rim of Levanthusan lands, Sauros acquires that he knows of the Blackwood Legion and will request their moving south; smiling broadly as Pok acknowledges and agrees. Just before Sauros raised his hand to shoulder-height, wishing to speak of Enismor; Pok turns swiftly towards Torren Strongheart.

Hearing about how the Orcs agreed to leave Enismor in peace as they were a colony of Oren, Sauros was left jaw-dropped and incredulous at the sort of agreements he never heard of. Torren stumbled with his words, but Sauros's surprise quickly turned to curt anger as he sat there unaware of the dealings Enismor once made. His kindness... was slowly being superseded by his anger as memories of the Subudain Horde standing triumphantly a ways away from Enismor's brittle walls being felled by ballista bolt after ballista bolt; Sauros was encumbered mentally by the distraught secrecy being made naked to him by the Rex. Sauros turns unaware towards Pok as Pok and the other Orcs chime in that Enismor will be subjugated to Orcish rule and that the Subudai will remain safe and undeterred. Sauros shakes his head slowly as Pok names the tribute of "10 Diamonds and 5,000 minas" and is met with protest by Torren; but to no avail.

Torren looked to Sauros for help in the diplomacy, but Sauros felt betrayed; what good was moving North if his mercy was spent in squalor as he looked about the saddening settlement in it's clutter and misshapen structures and realizing his kindness was abused then and there. Sauros grimaces and refused to look back at Torren, but his anger had not superseded his kindness yet, and he chimed in finally. "Let us klomp, these Enismorians will klomp and attempt to lower the price, if not that, atleast a proof of honor; I too shall participate" and with that, the Rex's tusks shifted as he revealed the Orkish smile, alongside his Shatergoth and other Orcs and ceremoniously agreed and began naming the terms.

What came forth was a travel that the nomads, the Jahvids and Sauros, came to love whilst the other humans loathed as their legs ached. The riding of the Jabbernak was a rough one, the scorpion's plate armor-like scales jostling to keep in a unison around the endoskeleton as he skittered across the desert sands of the War Uzg as they sent forth their passengers to the Arena. After arriving, Sauros neared the railings and lent it his elbows as he admired the sight, chuckling with derision as one of the Enismorians called it 'beautiful' and was met with shouts and yells from the Orcs about the disrespect. Glazing his eyes over the symbols set in the centre, he began to walk down and bumped shoulders with the Orcs agreeing to klomp and parted towards opposite sides of the perfect circle of the Arena. Meeting distant eyes and observing movement, Torren acquired what the best plan was to be; whispering out of earshot from the Orcs as Sauros clicks his tongue in disapproval and surprise that Torren had not understood his comtempt for Torren.

Sauros bent his knees slightly, keeping his felt shoes spry atop the granules of sand as Jarkarll'Lur began to count down in Orkish; Sauros tracing his finely trained memory to remember the numbers 'One.. Two.. Three'. Sprinting lightly across the sands, he connects a fist with one of the Orcs and tries to throw more blows as the Orc stands tall and jabs at Sauros's side and causes him to trip off-balance, he slides a shin to brace himself as he faces sideways and observes Torren getting beaten. In that instant, his kindness was superseded, yet happiness was the result of his anger superseding as he sees Torren fall limp; the Orc snapping his attention back as he swings an entire arm and brushs Sauros off his legs and rolling in the sand. Trying to dodge more fists, he dodges and lifting himself up swiftly, he observes the Orcs grouping as the Enismorians lay panting and unconscious and grimaces. After a few minutes of trying to organizing himself and give a strong show; he was left bruised and laid bare across the sand.

The Orc who had caused him to fall lastly, gave forth a hand and lunged Sauros straight atop his legs and bearing his body's weight in that instance as he was stood up. The Rex stood erect as he motioned Sauros and Torren to come with him; entering the Goi they eventually did. The Rex's Palace stood stoicly, of sandstone and mortar as they entered, the Jahvid's eyes scanned the entirety as they always did amongst fine architecture; cultural architecture appealed to them greatly. As the Rex sat in his throne adorned, Sauros bent his knees greatly, lowering himself so he could feel the sandstone floor; rubbing his fingers and extracting the fine grains as he finally began to sit cross-legged. Torren stood motionless, yet his face bore an image of a pained man, groaning slightly as he tumbled forward and the Jahvids requested them able to carry him out of the Palace; leaving only the Rex, his retinue, and Sauros to themselves.

Sauros hears the final terms being spoken for Enismor, Sauros nodding and trading words of agreement. His anger spoke loudly as he invoked his words that Enismor were as the Orcs said, princely and wishful nobles only by their own testament. In his thoughts, he realized that his mercy had been fully abused, he speaks to the Rex about how he agrees that Enismor will be under the Rex's rule. He speaks of how his own nomads had fled North evading the stereotypes put upon his nomads, how his own were called ignorant, brutes, lackeys and how he desired to ensure his nomads survived and migrated North. Much to his relief, the Orcs sympathized, markedly noting that the Orcs had to face the same stereotypes. There laid across the palace were two people realizing they shared the same stereotypes, the same will to prove it wrong, and the same chagrin that despite every action to prove the stereotypes wrong; it was a fools errand. There... stood Sauros of the Subudai and Rex Pok'Ugluk of the War Uzg, in a peaceful serenity amongst the war-honorable Orcs and the Hordes of the Subudai.

An understanding between the Subudai and the War Uzg has been formed, Levanthus will shift it's border-lines upon knowledge of true Uruk land-holdings. Enismor as a City-State is given towards the Orcs upon the RP realization that Sauros was being made a victim to secret-information holdings. Didymo is to move south, within the elven week. The Blackwoods are shifting back to their original camp.

[EmeraldStag 165]

All Midori had known was that they were going to help the orcs fight the dwarves, after going through the motions of preperation, she and her Kotansmani left camp and went towards the place they were meeting the orcs. Once there, they met up with their Ocr Guide and then set off for dwarven land. They arrived at Kjell's fortress, and soon the battle commenced. They ran across the desert to hide behind sand dunes, as dwarf archers fired off arrows at them. Midori was hit in the leg by an arrow. She ignored it as she fired off her arrows. They then hid behind a wall and fired off arrows at the dwarfs. As she raised her head to look, a dwarf had seen her and taken his aim. As she lowered down again, the arrow whizzed through the air, and sunk itself deep in Midori's skull. She then fell backward onto the ground, her vision fading, her last sight was that of Sauros, aiming his bow and releasing an arrow. She silently thanked him with her last thoughts as her life drained out of her. Soon with the uproar of battle, her body was trampled over by her Kotansmani, leaving her in the dirt in a mangled pile. Her Pink eyes still open, looking up to the sky.