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  1. This is just a counter proposal to the current CA application process. If Player X meme RPs or erotically RPs one of the Beastman entities - Story Team informs Player X & Moderation that Player X can no longer play characters of the Beastman entities. Moderation will keep an eye out on Player X and, whether they catch them directly or it is reported that Player X decided to make another Beastman - we ban them. This way you don't have to worry about the paperwork of CA applications, the serious Beastman players have an easier time facilitating players to make mains or alts of Beastman entities, and we have a process in place to penalize players who abuse (meme or erotic) the Beastman entities.
  2. The beacons were lit, I am come before the ruin.gandalf-white.gif

    1. Da_Emperors

      Da_Emperors

      Shall your light never fade 

    2. satinkira

      satinkira

      hes back

  3. @Sarven I may no longer be sitting this out. . .

     

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  4. More & more players are looking for non-European spices to flavor their gameplay & characters - let me interest you in biryani, hummus, with a side of navajo bread - https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/233630-culture-kweehayastaani-the-sun-baked-folk

    1. RevTheStars

      RevTheStars

      where do you sell this

       

    2. Ibn Khaldun

      Ibn Khaldun

      @RevTheStarsFind us by Desert Soulstone! Hmu if you are interested

  5. 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 With the break of dawn in the desert, there are no creatures to crow nor any cacophony of wildlife to wake you. This is the first truth any Kwee understands living at the Camp-atop-Mesa, upon the mesas that make up the Awlaad hil'Burooj. Mahpiya scratched at his ear while attending to rabbit stew outside his tipi. What noise stirs this hour of sunrise? He turned and saw a column of dust kicked up skyward, particles of sand and dust dancing in his view west of the mesa. Something stirs downwind at the oasis which we fish. He rested the bubbling pot off of its hitch above the fire and rapped his palms against tipi covers as he jogged to the western edge of the mesa. Before him, at the base where mesa and sand-dune blend, galloped a great formation of Qalasheen cavalry with banners pitch black and slithering like snakes against the sands. Mahpiya doubled back to the camp, alerting the few who stirred to take up their bows and to bring long lengths of ropes. Within the hour, Mahpiya and his few riders merged with the greater formation of horsemen and converged on the western face of the oasis downwind from Camp-atop-Mesa. "Ahlan wa Sahlan ya shaykhum hil'Qalasheen. Kesay chee'nsuru?" Mahpiya inquired in a smooth blend of Qalashi & Kwee' dialects. Shaykh Abdur-Rahman craned his neck at the question. "How can we help?" Mahpiya translated. "This oasis, as your kinsmen can attest from the Southern Summit, was affirmed to belong to the Qalasheen which we would soon migrate and build dwellings upon. It appears an outsider decided it fit to be home to a blasted shrine of mushrik design. We mean to topple the idol and rid our oasis of it. I call upon your support ya Kwee'Hayastaani!" Shaykh Abdur-Rahman al-Mona exclaimed, looking between the Kwee' members with the last of his words. Mahpiya took a length of rope round around his shoulder and began to tie together a slipknot. Shaykh Abdur-Rahman looked between the slipknot and Mahpiya, grinning widely and directing his horse out of the way as Mahpiya trotted over to the central idol. He mockingly cast the slipknot over the idol like a garland, then bade his horse to ride the opposite direction - the slipknot becoming a noose around the false deity. Members of the Qalasheen, the Kwee, and an Orc shaman riding under Lur banner all took to cinching additional slipknots around the idol and flanking gypsum pillars and all set their horses to ride in different directions in order to topple the entire shrine. The shrine and its idol coughed up gypsum dust & debris as the stone construction toppled over, breaking against each other and onto the ground and being dragged across the oasis' shore as its destroyers rejoiced.
  6. Love me some astronomy & constellations!
     

     

  7. When dusk emerges opposite of where the sun fled, when the cerulean twilight is unfurled horizon to horizon above one's head in the desert, during these quiet hours does the Kwee' watch the stars slowly roll across the night sky. When all is dark and the vitality of morning and midday has slowed to slumber; one need only isolate themselves and watch the fixed lanterns skyward twinkle. The mind recollects the day and reconsiders what is important in such solitude. It is not surprising then that constellations derived from the stars often represent what is significant to the daily life of the stargazer and that he purposely draws lines between stars to form those objects that is transfixed in his mind's eye. Be it as mundane as a cactus frond or as abstract as watchtowers launching missiles at demons; the mapped lanterns have meaning imposed from the daily life of the desert dweller - of the Kwee' upon high mesa. KᗩᗯᗩKEEᗷᑌᗰ ᕼIᒪ'ᗷᑌᖇᒍ ᗯᗩ ᕼIᒪ'ᗩ'ᗩᗰOOᒍ ᗯᗩ ᕼIᒪ'ᑫᗩᖇᗰᗩᗪ ᗯᗩ ᕼIᒪ'ᔕᑌ'ᑌᗷᗩᗩᖇ ᗯᗩ ᕼIᒪ'KIᗷᗪᗩ ᗯᗩ ᕼIᒪ'ᖇᗩKᕼᔕᕼᗩᗩᔕ - - - Constellations of the Watchtower, the Snake-track, the Cistern, the Nopal, the Liver, & the Demon Hil’Burj - (the) Watchtower Hil’A’amooj - (the) Snake-track Hil’Qarmad - (the) Cistern Hil’Su’ubaar - (the) Cactus Hil’Kibda - (the) Liver Hil’Rakhshaas - (the) Demon The six constellations attributed to the desert are arrayed in the Kwee' imagination purposefully. Some of these represent tangible objects which hold value to the Kwee's daily life, acting as a reminder of what should be on the forefront of the mind by new morn while others represent more abstract representations of one's mental state and endured thoughts. Hil'Burj wa hil'Rakhshaas The Watchtower and the Demon are often contemplated together, the former being one's sovereign will and the latter being spurious thoughts that spring forth in times of heated emotions or desperation brought on by one's struggle in the difficult clime that is the arid desert. The will to quash spurious thoughts of harming another for their food or water, the courage to stand against perfidious ideas of physically escalating conflicts over insults or other words; these are emblematically represented by the Burj launching missiles against the demons who wish to pull away the stones of the tower. Piece by piece, succumbing to spurious thoughts are what undoes the fortified strength of the Descendant's will. A common practice that has emerged among some more spiritual Kwee' is the act of picking up stones and launching them from the mesa or other high elevation - representing the Burj and its archers throwing bolts & arrows at the Rakhshaas. Hil'Qarmad wa hil'Su'ubaar The Cistern & the Nopal are often paired as they represent both the Kwee's appreciation for scarce water and a common source of food in the desert - the cactus & its prickly pears. Though much of the desert is covered in dunes, a well-traveled Kwee and desert neighbor are familiar with rocky formations & mesas that can shelter cisterns with which groundwater is drawn from. The cistern is a coveted structure that is often only referred to in the Kwee' tongue and not in Common. The cactus and the prickly pears that it bears are appreciated both for the aloe that flows and the food that can be quickly eaten; provided the handler properly removes needles from the prickly pear! Hil'A'amooj The Snake-track is a more abstractly understood constellation, owing to the more literal interpretation indicating presence of predators while having more than just that meaning to one who has actually lived in the desert. The snake-track represents the interplay between both predators & prey, of both harm and benefit. Any Kwee who has dwelt a time in the desert knows that the mere existence of a snake's track doesn't just indicate the presence of a predator, but of the predators escape from the sun as well as the possibility of a predator pursuing its food. The majesty of the predator in all its might is reconciled by the beauty of what drives it forward - be it other creatures or the mere sun and its brilliance. Hil'Kibda The Liver is perhaps the oddest constellation to register in the imagination of the Kwee'. To the Kwee', the liver is often referred to as an organ of one's health as well as one's good nature. Oftentimes, a healthy person in the desert is referred to having a wet liver. The Kwee' tradition forbids cannibalism, but the nature of an animal that is being cooked and consumed is determined by eating the liver - one's death after eating it implying the hunted game's bad nature while survival indicative of the game's good nature.
  8. Real RPers RP in Southern Aevos.

  9. Bored? Want to work on some substantive lore that'll end up in MC books? Ping me on Discord at ibnkhaldun8

  10. 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 The rabbit that laid upon the stool sprung up, hopping from stool to footrest below to the sands beneath that. Maȟpíya's nostrils flared, coughing for a moment as he reached for a sprig of myrrh which he then tossed into the campfire. The other Kwee seated around the fire facing Maulanataynuel echoed the same Achcha that Maȟpíya replied; acknowledgement of Maulanataynuel's abilities carried between each member. Jaadoo comes in all forms, tools of a season and a situation. Maȟpíya stood and began to walk around the campfire, his hand gestures regathering the attention of the Kwee who saw the demonstration. "Maulanataynuel, ask a question about our tradition and I shall answer it," Maȟpíya exclaimed, continuing his circumambulation around the fire. "I am a merchant, of the Kossuth, what should I keep in mind in matters of trade?" the new initiate asked. "In manners of trade, the reality of our people being so few and living in the hardy desert forces us to appreciate what we manage to gather in terms of food, water, & resources. This life inspires us to be incredibly gracious to those who buy from us. We let the buyer name their price, we do not shrink from a poor person offering little & a wealthy person offering more. What is meant for us will enter our grasp no matter the obstacle, what is not meant for us will never enter our grasp no matter how much we connive and struggle for it," Maȟpíya advised. "What of a person offering merely three minas for a crate of netherite?" "I generally despise hypotheticals as they are often exaggerated and I've never seen even a poor pauper have the audacity to offer three minas for a crate, maybe a single ingot, but never a crate. . ," Maȟpíya bemoaned. He paused, doddering a forefinger through the air, before adding, "In terms of bartering, we do however haggle as the Qalasheen haggle, we are freer to express our opinion on what the proper ratio good for good should be." The gathered Kwee nodded in agreement. "A girl not yet bloomed approached me wanting to purchase a book when I visited the insaan hil'Aayuun having reached Minitz. She complained that she was saving her wealth to amend a family farm that had fallen into a state of disrepair. She offered three minas for a book of finest quality and then she asked a friend with her for a loan of ten minas. I shrank away from putting her in the shackles of debt, whether she could repay the loan back easily or not. We are not wont to put others in that sort of debt nor to harm their efforts to care for themselves. I told her the three minas sufficed," Maȟpíya recounted. "That is a very nice example, yes," Maulanataynuel admitted, his head held high. "What are the Kwee's views on combat? On duels?" "Duels are welcomed, provided they aren't a means to slay kin, but the practice one gets to improve martial discipline is invited." "And what of honor duels, if one calls another out as a coward and puts a stain on their name?" Maȟpíya waved off the question with incredulity, answering, "Men don't answer the b!tch!ing of dogs. Why should I care that another man claim me coward or another man pettily denounces my tradition? He himself is not member of my tradition, what weight does his words carry to me? And what stains does an insult make? Insults are neither water nor ink. This is from a foreign tradition which we do not let bleed into ours without examinations of its merits or benefits." Maȟpíya drummed a forefinger against his bottom lip, adding, "I would not punish a kinsman who loses his cool over an insult, but I would discourage him from losing the reins of his own horse." "That is fair, yes" "Principally, combat is only waged in defense of kin, in defense of those under the gaze of our totems, & in defense of those who enter our camp for sanctuary. This extends to those who wish to use our camp as a sanctuary to discuss ending hostilities. One of the dreams of the Kwee' is that our blossoming camp be a neutral zone where any two parties - be they individuals or peoples - can end conflicts with us being mediators," Maȟpíya said. Maulanataynuel nodded. Maȟpíya took a woven garland decorated with de-needled prickly pear flowers & desert juniper and placed it gently around the new initiate's neck.
  11. 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 Farisbarii paced the length of his tipi circle, addressing a young Kwee' and dictating words being written on a letter addressed to Atemu-Ta. "Aktubu Padreyo hil'Rahmunyaan min shivir hil'Kwee'Hayastaani. Kyooɳ tlee'ktubuuna shaalo risala hila kulli Aevos? Hal shaalo hazaazah bayna hil'Hurkaan wa hil'Rahmunyaan?" He took the letter from the young scribe and added his own translation, adding detail in the Common that read: I write to the Father of the Rah'muna from the camp of the Kwee'Hayastaani. Why do you write this letter to all of Aevos? Isn't this feud between the Orcs and the Rah'muna? We would be happy to host you and the Rex at the Camp-atop-Mesa in order that you two work out an amenable agreement - our people being pleased to maintain a sanctuary for feuding parties to parlay without risk or worry of attack. You need not draw attention to the desert and its sands and all who dwell in it, cherish it, and hunt throughout it alone though.
  12. I have diamond hands for $KWEE.

  13. 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 Wild Horse strolled the neatly cut cobblestones of Númenost, hearing wind and reading word of the pact. He entered the Scholarium and submitted a letter, addressed to Tar-Caraneth. "Aktubu Malikya hil'Numenyadaan min shivir hil'Kwee'Hayastaani. La chee'h'ulumu tlaatee mamlakaan juz' fee shaalo registaan. Chaleiɳ, tlee'sfuruunapahi chee'nu!" The backside of the letter read a translation with more text beneath it: I write to the Queen of the Númenedain from the camp of the Kwee'Hayastaani. I did not know your kingdom is partly in this desert. Come! Visit us! We would be honored to host you that we may learn more about our neighbor. The Kwee Camp-atop-Mesa is located in the deep desert between the Hyspians and the Orks. Once you see a rabbit & bison totem atop the mesa, then you will know that you've found us.
  14. One such paper would be torn off a noticeboard in one of the many towns the book merchant frequented, placed in and bound in a copy of Book of Prayer Vol I which he has had little luck in selling to a southern population with few Canonists practicing. The Wild Horse would keep his shortbow and axe close to him now.
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    1. Nug

      Nug

      why were u unmodded gaius 

    2. Ibn Khaldun

      Ibn Khaldun

      @NugI retired back in November of last year, they had just recently gotten around to removing my pex. It wasn't for anything disciplinary.

    3. Nug

      Nug

      ok good ur a real one 

  16. 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 Mahpiya labored under the beating sun. A great tipi he pitched and laid all manners of furniture which one could recline on in the shade of the fabrics and the leather-hide walls. Rabbit stew would be provided from his tent in particular, in addition to the other foods to be served.
  17. UPDATES Addition to Virtues/Values section: Sales & bartering are treated differently by the Kwee'. For the Kwee' and their sales, it is traditional to ask the buyer of the good to name the price they are willing to buy the good for. This is tied to an axiom the Kwee regarding their sustenance: What is meant for us will be in our grasp no matter the obstacles, what is not meant for us will never be in our grasp no matter how we connive or struggle. This tradition, through travels of the Kwee' outside of the deep desert of the south, seems to be the one most-at-odds with many other human cultures. In bartering though, the Kwee' is free to belabor the terms of X amount of Good A for Y amount of Good B. The difficulty of eking out a living in the desert has given many Kwee' pause to contemplate the difficulties that others may have. This tradition of buyer naming the price of the sold good is to ensure that the purchase does not harm the life or fortunes of the buyer.
  18. Culture RP > Nation Churn RP

     

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    1. Dyl

      Dyl

      Big facts 

    2. TeawithFrisket

      TeawithFrisket

      I roleplay mine, but no one wants to play it :3

    3. Ibn Khaldun

      Ibn Khaldun

      @TeawithFrisketObviously, if it is a matter of enjoyment that you feel it necessary to have x amount of people in your group, then I can empathize and encourage you to find some other configuration where people may adopt your culture to add to that "amount of people"; it is not however necessary to have someone else play a specific culture though. You'll get a lot of mileage playing a member of a minority culture in a larger settlement where your unique traits may permit new narratives to branch out and create interesting scenarios for you & others.

  19. Dreaming of tent-pitched mesas, etched pueblos, and that Thunder Bluff!

     

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  21. I wholeheartedly agree with you.
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