The Bristiric Chronicles+Application Thread

[Altiak 1648]

Bristiric Origins

The proud Bristiric people originate from the northern regions during the early Asulonian Era. A group consisting of independent, friendly clans had erected a number of scanty settlement, to survive the harsh climate of this unrelenting region after immigrating to this newfound continent. Time passed by and the families continued to mix blood and prosper within their burgeoning home, shrouded by the magnificent and far-reaching forest. Over time, they became adept and swift hunters, as well as handy and intuitive craftsmen, due to the independence they possessed. One clan particularly distinguished itself early on, and took the reins of leadership. This family was none other than the spirited Dunhams.

 

As expansion and progression were made, so too the populace grew at a constant speed. Strong, enthusiastic, and able-bodied people consisted of the population and bordering settlements were soon encountered. Both diplomacy and warfare ensued. During these clashes, the Bristiric people outwitted and outfought their foes due to their handiness, fighting skill, undying courage, and loyalty to one another. Allies were forged whilst war raged on and eventually peace had befallen the Bristirish. Laden with booty and newly claimed lands, the Bristiric people had found a new passion and thirst for warfare, and developed a heavily militaristic attitude. 

 

The proto-Bristmen soon captured the attention of Oren, who began to initiate diplomacy with the tribe and its leaders. They desired to begin trading and to expand their borders through peaceful and subtle means. The Bristmen did not protest and soon were introduced to the powerful Horen Dynasty, whilst being an autonomous vassal. Missionaries were sent to the tribal lands to establish monasteries and a powerful zeal for the Creator. The Bristmen gained a newfound religious fervor for the “One True Faith” and the religion became very popular within these holdings, having never been so openly worshipped in the past.

 

Along with religion, the Orenians had brought with them a written language, which the Bristmen adopted and utilized immediately to create an ambitious new  law that stated no women or children would be harmed during times of war. The excerpt is taken from the “Law of the Innocents” as stated below.

 

“Women may not be killed by a man in any way. Neither by slaughter or by any other death. Nor by poison. Nor in water. Nor in fire. Nor by any beast. Nor in a pit. Nor by dogs. But shall die in their own lawful beds.”

 

After a consensus had met and discussed the law, all tribes swore to obey by it. As a result, this act exerted the point that Bristmen was the most superior and civilized people within this bitter, northern region. All others soon began paying homage to them and were put under their jurisdiction in the form of vassalization.

 

Soon, all conflicts drew to a close, and peace had befallen the Bristiric. Deep friendships were conceived with neighboring tribes and technological advancements were made. During this time, the Dunham Clan began to rally further influence and power, and become the major leading family of the powerful tribe. A time of prosperity and reconciliation had emerged, and cultural growth and unification occurred. Traditions and holidays were established, festivals, grand hunts, and feasts were held, and art and sculpted figures were carefully made to celebrate their Bristmen ancestors as well as leaders.

 

Soon, however, a courier was dispatched to the Bristmen, bringing word of the exodus that was to come. The messenger also stated that the Emperor had issued three large ships to hold and bring the Bristiric people to the fabled, newfound land which the people of Asulon sought. During the migration to Anthos, a deadly, unrelenting storm had risen, and washed away one of the three heavy ships. However, due to the craftiness and ingenuity of the Bristiric people, the two remaining vessels managed to stay afloat, but were unfortunately separated during the extensive voyage.

 

Having arrived in this untrodden, fertile continent, the Dunham Clan and their fellow Bristiric tribesmen scattered into the northern reaches of Oren. Most pursued careers of soldiery. Though, they were apart, it is told that the remaining Bristmen continued to hold their cultural and traditional practices in high esteem and freely exercised it within their homes.

 

After the fall of the Horen Dynasty and the rise of Slavic Kings eventuated, William of the Dunham family managed to receive a portion of land after the charismatic youth achieved a number of key military successes against lesser claimants and rump lordship-states, stabilizing the Ruskan and Renatian Kingdoms, especially in their outer reaches. Then-Crown Prince Ostromir granted unto him a barony in acclamation to these heroic victories, declaring Cavan an entitled Dunham family possession permanently. Having risen his family into prominence, William Dunham now plans to reunite his scattered, yet hearty folk and revive and spread the vibrant Bristiric culture.

 

[Please fill out the following form if you wish to roleplay as a Bristmen. All backstories should follow the lore stated!]

 

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[Altiak 1648]

Bristiric Appearances and Traits

 

Bristmen are white of skin, their body rippling with hair and muscles. Their best are generally tall, with charming features, and their worst below-average height, terrorizing lumberjack-types not unlike taller versions of dwarves, with all the same finesse for ale and rum. Their hair is curly and dark, as are their eyes.

 

Bristmen are a hardy and courageous people, highly patriotic and willfull, remaining zealous and loyal at all times. They are prideful of their ancestral and historical roots. However, they still remain relatively hospitable.

[Altiak 1648]

Bristiric Traditions and Practices

 

The Bristiric culture transcends from that of the spirited northern culture, developed and fostered over the years in which Asulon was inhabited. Generally gruff, athletic, and powerful, the Bristiric people engage themselves in physical activities daily. Most are combat-ready and are able to wield an axe or longsword with the finesse of a veteran bannerman or knight. Bristmen are also naturally handy and clever, and are known for forging weapons and creating effective mantels and other siege equipment.

 

Brists also use this skill to practice unique forms of art, such as sculpting and music. Being highly loyal, sculptures were often erected to commemorate tribal leaders and important figures of authority, some of these relics are still preserved and displayed today. The ardent folk of Cavan still concoct such sculptures to celebrate their people’s heroic deeds today. Music remains a beautiful aspect of Bristiric culture and many are stunned by the tunes the Brists are able to perform. Their favored instruments include the tympanum, harp, and the crowd. Singers also are a function. Brooches are worn to symbolize status, which is highly regarded, along with honor.

 

Customarily, the Bristiric people also have a strong oral tradition, sanctioning frequent storytelling, and grooming most Bristmen into passionate and eloquent speakers. A Brist’s voice is symbolic and meaningful. Without his/her ability of speech, a Brist is nothing, cast away from society entirely. When banished or disowned, a Bristiric person’s tongue is cut. Such a dreadful punishment is branded only to those who commit the most heinous of crimes, the only other comparable retributions being only severe torture and execution.

 

As typical of northerners, the Brists have hefty appetites, generally gorging themselves in various types of meat, such as chicken, beef, and salmon. Avidly drinking is another common aspect of the life of a Bristman, and the ales and meads these people produce are praised by all. Public festivities and events are commonly held. Feasts are spectacular and immense and so too are the hunts that result in the creation of marvelous hides and a profuse amount of game, which feeds all the populace for many days.

 

Come the age of sixteen, boys are proclaimed men, after partaking in a trial of arms against their father, uncle, or other notable figure in their family. Promptly, they must forge a weapon and swear to uphold the ideals of their family and Creator. The families of these new young men throw feasts in their honor. The families of these new young men throw feasts in their honor.  During these festivities, a speech must be performed, professing enthusiasm towards serving one’s family and current liege lord, and simultaneously swearing an oath. The youngster would also be obligated to proclaim his devotion to the holy church and divine sect of Bristiric religious customs. Revered and official scripture would also need to be memorized and discerned fully.

 

At the tantamount age, girls would be recognized as women. These Bristiric females underwent trials of endurance, via foraging resources, such as berries, driftwood, and etc., and hunting small game, often accompanying youth and teaching them the ways of the land, allowing offspring to procure minor experiences with conflict. A bash would be held for these women as well, generally not filled with the grandiose and eminency of a male’s ceremony. Those attending were also ordinarily females, as opposed to the wide presence of both man and woman.

[Malaise 1570]

10/10 would 10/10.

[Yoff 328]

The lack of sacrifices disturbs me.

[calculusdesola 1658]

The lack of sacrifices disturbs me.

 

Lord Prior Zacarias smirks quite Bristirly, his face dimming in the candlelit atmosphere as he retorts.

 

"The Church af' Oren cannot guarantee th' safety or vitality af' non-humans beholden ta' heathen theologies," he stated in a calculating, almost arrogant tone, clearly one at such agreement with the rugged nature of the Bristmen.

 

"An' yet th' Priory en' Cavan welcomes warmly all who'ed' become one wit' said faith."

 

He continues faintly, preoccupied with his examination of ancient religious Bristiric texts and law.  "But cross our lord, an' die nailed to a tree."

[Huh 91]

MC Name: shorty794

Character Name: Talorc Bolston

Character Age: 15

Character Backstory: 
Talorc was born into a family of four, one brother a mother and a
father. Talorc is the middle child thus receiving the least attention. His
father is a blacksmith who spends most of his time teaching his older brother the
trade. His mother is a woman who stays at home tending to the family. The two
parents spend most of their time busy with things that don’t include Talorc,
but they did teach him some basic things including Bristiric ideals, customs,
and traditons. Talorc holds an immense pride for his ancestry. When William rose
to power Talorc set out, at age 15, to serve him as a soldier. He did this
because he is his kin, and the leader who is reuniting the scattered Brists.

[sir lusty 15]

MC name: lusty68

 

 

Character name: Critur Thorban

 

 

Character age: 16

 

 

Character Backstory: 

 

Critur Thorban is a young man who in an early
age experienced “death.” His mother where a common Bristiric women and served
as a cook together with Critur ´s dad, who where a hunter. Both of his parents were
of Bristiric origin but did not live together with other Bristiric people.

One day, the day

that Critur ´s parents thought to be a happy day, ended in tears.

Critur´s mother died giving birth to Critur and soon his father stood alone with him, with

nothing but his ability to hunt.

So he did the only thing he saw possible and moved north into the wilds, hoping to live there

being able to live by hunting every day with his newly born child.

And for 13 years they did fine in the wilds, Critur learned the Bristiric idea´s and culture

from his dad.

One day When Critur where 13 and his dad of old age, his father went out to hunt alone but did not return. Critur went to look for him and found him dead, with an arrow in his

head.

Critur´s tears went down from his eye´s, Critur´s dad was the only person he had known in his entire

life and now he was dead.

Critur went back to camp and took all the values and went south to the City of Abresi, where he

meet Mordin Raloch. Mordin was a soldier of the guard and he appeared to be a
nice man, and Critur lived with him having no other choice.

For 3 years Critur where a hard working child in Abresi, learning to work hard and how to reach

his goals, and Mordin Showed him a few tricks about fighting while he where at
it.

Critur did not tell Mordin about his origin, scared of that Mordin might see him as salvage beast.

When Critur turned 16 He told Mordin about his origin, and Mordin smiled.

Critur being Mordin´s only friend outside the guard-force, where happy.

Even with Mordin´s Background in the White roses he did not seem to care, and Critur where happy as well. It could not last long though. 10 days later the City of Abresi where

attacked by elves. Critur where ordered by Mordin to stay back and so he did. But
hours went on. and Mordin did not return. 2 days after the attack Critur went
outside the house things being returning to normal, he went to search for
Mordin. But he did not have to search long, a list of dead soldiers in the
battle where hanging in the city and as Critur Began to read he quickly found
the name “Mordin Raloch” written on the list.

Critur fell and

began to cry just like he did when his dad died, once again Critur had
experienced death of a man without him being able to do anything about it.

 

Not many hours later a Bristiric man found Critur crying on the street. “What the problem be

friend?” He asked Critur. “Mir mate… be dead…..everybody is dead… I know nobody.”
the man smiled. “Don’t worry it will be okay.” He left a few coins beside Critur
and was about to leave when Critur said. “Do you know if there exist any
Bristiric villages, cities, nations? Anything really?” The man turned around
and smiled. “You be Bristiric friend?” Critur noded. “Aye I be.” The man gave Critur
his hand “Follow me.” he said. And soon they were on their way to find William
Dunham.  

[Malaise 1570]

MC name: lusty68

 

 

Character name: Critur Thorban

 

 

Character age: 16

 

 

Character Backstory: 

 

Critur Thorban is a young man who in an early

age experienced “death.” His mother where a common Bristiric women and served

as a cook together with Critur ´s dad, who where a hunter. Both of his parents were

of Bristiric origin but did not live together with other Bristiric people.

One day, the day

that Critur ´s parents thought to be a happy day, ended in tears.

Critur´s mother died giving birth to Critur and soon his father stood alone with him, with

nothing but his ability to hunt.

So he did the only thing he saw possible and moved north into the wilds, hoping to live there

being able to live by hunting every day with his newly born child.

And for 13 years they did fine in the wilds, Critur learned the Bristiric idea´s and culture

from his dad.

One day When Critur where 13 and his dad of old age, his father went out to hunt alone but did not return. Critur went to look for him and found him dead, with an arrow in his

head.

Critur´s tears went down from his eye´s, Critur´s dad was the only person he had known in his entire

life and now he was dead.

Critur went back to camp and took all the values and went south to the City of Abresi, where he

meet Mordin Raloch. Mordin was a soldier of the guard and he appeared to be a

nice man, and Critur lived with him having no other choice.

For 3 years Critur where a hard working child in Abresi, learning to work hard and how to reach

his goals, and Mordin Showed him a few tricks about fighting while he where at

it.

Critur did not tell Mordin about his origin, scared of that Mordin might see him as salvage beast.

When Critur turned 16 He told Mordin about his origin, and Mordin smiled.

Critur being Mordin´s only friend outside the guard-force, where happy.

Even with Mordin´s Background in the White roses he did not seem to care, and Critur where happy as well. It could not last long though. 10 days later the City of Abresi where

attacked by elves. Critur where ordered by Mordin to stay back and so he did. But

hours went on. and Mordin did not return. 2 days after the attack Critur went

outside the house things being returning to normal, he went to search for

Mordin. But he did not have to search long, a list of dead soldiers in the

battle where hanging in the city and as Critur Began to read he quickly found

the name “Mordin Raloch” written on the list.

Critur fell and

began to cry just like he did when his dad died, once again Critur had

experienced death of a man without him being able to do anything about it.

 

Not many hours later a Bristiric man found Critur crying on the street. “What the problem be

friend?” He asked Critur. “Mir mate… be dead…..everybody is dead… I know nobody.”

the man smiled. “Don’t worry it will be okay.” He left a few coins beside Critur

and was about to leave when Critur said. “Do you know if there exist any

Bristiric villages, cities, nations? Anything really?” The man turned around

and smiled. “You be Bristiric friend?” Critur noded. “Aye I be.” The man gave Critur

his hand “Follow me.” he said. And soon they were on their way to find William

Dunham.  

 

Accepted! Welcome to the Brists. PM me your Skype, and I'll add you to the chat, as well as explain some new updates to the group.

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

MC Name: yopplwasupxxx

Character Name: Sebastion Dunkield

Character Age: 24

Character Backstory:

Sebastion Dunkield, born to a small Bristiric family, of neither fame nor glory. His father, Beron Dunkield, was a drunk and a known woman beater who lived in Vaerhaven with his wife and Sebastion's mother, Sarah Dunkield. The small Bristic family had went south towards the dwarven lands when the Brists landed onto Anthos. Sebastion's family lived in poverty, as he father's drinking and gambling wasted what little they earned. As his father never came home unless he was drunk or angry, Sebastion's mother was the main influence on little Sebastion. Sarah Dunkield, claiming to always be a Brist at hear even though they left for Urguan, taught Sebastion what she knew of the Old Bristiric Tribe. When Sebastion was nearly 15, his mother had died from an unknown illness, leaving the teen without guidance. At age 16, he soon left his father and tried his hand at mercenary work, even fighting as a Dwarven Merc. during many of the battles of the Anthos Great War. However, although he had fought it many famous battles during the many wars of Anthos, he had little money to prove of it. Word spread soon from the land of Oren that a Bristiric family had secured land in the Empire, and they were calling for other Brists to join them. Packing what little he had, he left on the Anthos highway towards the Oren Empire, seeking new chances in the newly landed House Dunham.

[Altiak 1648]

MC Name: yopplwasupxxx

Character Name: Sebastion Dunkield

Character Age: 24

Character Backstory:

Sebastion Dunkield, born to a small Bristiric family, of neither fame nor glory. His father, Beron Dunkield, was a drunk and a known woman beater who lived in Vaerhaven with his wife and Sebastion's mother, Sarah Dunkield. The small Bristic family had went south towards the dwarven lands when the Brists landed onto Anthos. Sebastion's family lived in poverty, as he father's drinking and gambling wasted what little they earned. As his father never came home unless he was drunk or angry, Sebastion's mother was the main influence on little Sebastion. Sarah Dunkield, claiming to always be a Brist at hear even though they left for Urguan, taught Sebastion what she knew of the Old Bristiric Tribe. When Sebastion was nearly 15, his mother had died from an unknown illness, leaving the teen without guidance. At age 16, he soon left his father and tried his hand at mercenary work, even fighting as a Dwarven Merc. during many of the battles of the Anthos Great War. However, although he had fought it many famous battles during the many wars of Anthos, he had little money to prove of it. Word spread soon from the land of Oren that a Bristiric family had secured land in the Empire, and they were calling for other Brists to join them. Packing what little he had, he left on the Anthos highway towards the Oren Empire, seeking new chances in the newly landed House Dunham.

Accepted! Congratulations, Bristman. 

[ToenailTickler 290]

MC Name:warlord212
Character Name:Rellin "Rags" Yates
Character Age:21
Character Backstory:

Altiak forced meh

 

Rags was born to a very poor family. As a poor child he had to steal to survive. This made Rellin get in trouble... a lot. When Rellin's father found out about Rellin's thievin' He kicked rellin out, at the age of 14. Rellin took on a new name, Rags. He has no idea why, and still doesn't to this day. Rags was taken in by a priest of the creator. It was then he decided to become an acolyte of the church. 

[Altiak 1648]

MC Name:warlord212

Character Name:Rellin "Rags" Yates

Character Age:21

Character Backstory:

Altiak forced meh

 

Rags was born to a very poor family. As a poor child he had to steal to survive. This made Rellin get in trouble... a lot. When Rellin's father found out about Rellin's thievin' He kicked rellin out, at the age of 14. Rellin took on a new name, Rags. He has no idea why, and still doesn't to this day. Rags was taken in by a priest of the creator. It was then he decided to become an acolyte of the church. 

Accepted! Glad to have you on board.

[Wocket 29]

MC Name: emraldilian

Character Name: Mienette

 

Character Age: 19

 

Character Backstory: Mienette, born into a criminal family, her parents a bit too inattentive when it came to her care. She came to enjoy the art of swordplay, her parents even began to teach her soon after she could speak clearly, but only if they ever found themselves bored. Mienette was always provided for, her living conditions above average for the sort she was born from, and yet she developed a want for independence when she noticed her parents were always "working".

One day her father returned with a guard's armor, it was light and Mienette had grown big enough to fit in it. It was never handed to her, but she wanted it, so she wore it and wandered off from home like she always had, but this time, a thin sheet of armor would inspire her to explore.

Good people she was lucky enough to pass by, they would unintentionally teach her morales, that her still childish mind would accept, they would show her kindness and make her want to give some in return. Gwen a sweet girl lost for words at Mienette's energetic approach, would learn of her want for a new home. Gwen had no intention to return to Cavan but the key still swayed upon her belt...

[iris1612 1780]

Morgan readies his flail to kill some of the filthy text-format-stealing Bristmen.