Ibn Khaldun

MC Name:

         IbnKhaldun8

Character's Name:

         Maȟpíya Farisbarii

Character's Age:

         23

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         Halfirate

Teacher's RP Name:

         Naith Loa'chil

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

I unfortunately dropped the ball in terms of building on our interactions during the Great War in Almaris. I remember marauding the countryside of Ebonwood as one of my Cingedoz characters and running into you - exchanging the opportunity to learn alchemy in exchange for not going to blows. It was a really neat RP instance and one that I failed to capitalize on. Have a wonderful life mate and throw down in the chef's kitchen!

OOC

    ((MC Name: IbnKhaldun8))

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    IN-CHARACTER

    What is your name? Mahpiya Farisbarii

    Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? I have designs of great magnificence, of artifices conjured and constructed. The Kwee'Hayastaani is a branch of Farfolkish culture claiming the Mihyaari as a parent alongside the Qalashi. Great wonders of architecture, of constructed shelter & device-turned-boon, are heralded in the old histories of Mihyaar. I mean to claim inheritance of the old House of Ur. The Kwee' have maintained good relations with the Hohokmataan and I myself have done commissions of transcription for them in the past.

    What arts, if any, do you currently practice? Alchemy (apprentice), Housemagery

    What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance? Mere student

    When should you be contacted for an interview? When the birds fly south, letters can reach the Kwee Camp-atop-Mesa

15 minutes ago, Werew0lf said:

To be real. 

 

Canonism has no real focus on sexuality or homosexuality. In my time doing the roleplay, it’s never really been brought up, to be honest. Sure, if they come across it in roleplay, they admonish it and tell you not to do it, but I haven’t once (maybe just me) come across any canonist that’s actively gone out of their way to be homophobic. 
 

In all honesty, the only times it’s really been brought up and mentioned is when OOC threads such as this (and the canonist prince thread) demanded a response from the church. People have been roleplaying gay stuff (don’t know why people are infatuated with sexual roleplay on this server) for a long time, even in the church, and in human culture. 
 

There’s also this very broad and boring response saying that @Amayonnaise just gave saying that canonism can focus on so much more, such as saints, and their cool culture. It’s true, they can, and they do. Being homophobic has nothing to do with canonism, it’s only brought up when people bring it up. There is no priest that goes around every hour of the day screaming that being gay is wrong. Nobody even roleplays attacking homosexuals on this server. 
 

I get that people want to escape from their real life traumas. They don’t want to go through what they did online and in-real life. Sweet man, that’s fair. I think it will be much more easier for you to deal with this by simply realising that people behind their screens aren’t actively looking to cause you harm or attack you for your sexuality. Some people are, genuinely, malicious in that regard. Those guys normally end up getting banned, or nobody likes them. 
 

We had this whole argument where racism and homophobia should be put at the same level. That’s true, that’s valid, that’s fair. 
 

It’s not against the rules, though, unless if they’ve changed it. If they’ve changed it, then valid, don’t nitpick characteristics. But I don’t think moderation team is going to warn or ban me if I roleplay a high-elf and point at that wood elf and call him a dirty mud-skin. 
 

I think it’s also just social prejudice. A lot of people hyper fixate on race more than they do sexuality, because a lot of war and conflict is raised due to skin and culture, less than it is homosexuality. Not saying it means that being racist is worse than being homophobic, but you could sensibly see that they might have over prioritised something that has had a more global effect on people. 

 

If they choose to ban homophobic roleplay, I don’t expect it to mitigate much of what people are doing. I think people have just made it a huge issue by writing these long OOC posts. 
 

This isn’t starting a conversation to get stuff banned. It’s just starting some sort of OOC conflict, in a very underhanded way, to point fingers and call people who are doing this roleplay (even if it is split apart from their real views) as homophobic. I know you said @satinkirathat everyone who does this roleplay isn’t homophobic. However, that’s the sort of view everyone is going to get and spread. 
 

Cull romance rp and cull the weirdos who want to hyperfocus on their sex and kissing on a children’s game. Focus on some cool stuff, let’s stop writing OOC posts and write some cool RP posts. 

Werewolf is HIM.

Moderation Comment

I am not going to read through the first 1-7 pages of this thread as this was created when I had my tickets for Dune 2. The last 2 pages so far, have been civil (for the most part), on both sides of the debate. I caution both sides to avoid ad hominem attacks. If you have included an ad hominem attack in your replies in the last 2 pages, I recommend you remove them or I will edit them out. Cheers, have a good day!

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

A favorable arc the arrow took, launched from Wild Horse's bow. His smile snapped and rebounded seconds after his bow did, a sour look as he watched the arrow missed the head of the Rah'munan sentinel by a few feet. He retreated from view atop the great mushroom whose cap weighed the stalk down to bend at an angle from Nor'Velyth towards the castle of Rah'tuma. He peeked from cover to find the Rah'munan crying out in anguish as a similar arrow dug into his shoulder; this one shot somewhere from the dense wheat & corn fields that sprawled in front of both castle & city. The snickering of a goblin and the chatter of Orks recovered Farisbarii's morale.

Mahpiya took up his bow and made a hasty leap from cap to Nor'Velythine wall and continued down towards the main entryway. As he stepped out into the street, he holstered his shortbow and took on a concerned expression. By the time he reached the raised gates into Nor'Velyth, he had tied a length of rope with a loosened slipknot tied to one end and kept it around his belt. He padded at his pockets melodramatically as he caught sight of a Rah'munan and one of the Orkish warcriers engaged in dispute. He motioned his palms pleadingly, a handspan apart and perpendicular with the ground below, at one such Dark Elf who had stopped to investigate.

"Please! You know my face from our crossing paths in Kae'thul! I have been robbed, the good Ork is helping me!" Mahpiya exclaimed.

The Rah'munan's jaw dropped.

"If that is so, what did I steal?! I do not even know you!" the Rah'munan retorted.

Both the Ork and Mahpiya looked the Rah'munan up and down as he stood bearing kopesh and shield. "I was carrying a shield!" Mahpiya claimed, the Rah'munan gawked.

A mass of Orks & Goblins, mostly mounted, streamed from the highest wheat-bearing hills down to the Rah'munan fort. Mahpiya and Gundanat'Vukh launched sword and slipknot towards Imhotep. The combat waged as an aside to the greater one that seized Rah'tuma, the clangor of Orkish arms and shields beating down Rah'munans and pillaging castle street and merchant stalls could be heard as the three fought.

17 minutes ago, ScreamingDingo said:

gotta rely on moderators….

amab 

Let not my people breath!

4 hours ago, ScreamingDingo said:

too much meme rp accessible via beastmen and there needs to be a way to revoke it 

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.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

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.

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

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.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

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.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

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.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

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.

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.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

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.

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.

3 minutes ago, Unwillingly said:

it's why I support making lairs less lore-oriented and more eligible for non-magic playergroups who want a place to RP. if you don't have the ability to maintain RP at a lair after 3 weeks of establishment, why should u get a realm? it allows for ppl to have more options outside of the nation monopolization of land but also sort of self-regulates the amount of realms popping up

I wholeheartedly agree with you.

THE KWEE' WHO LIVE

As of the 6th of The Amber Cold 1967, the following are members of the Kwee'Hayastaani tribe either by birth or by adoption of the tradition. Those with nicknames will have their nicknames listed in italics:

• Maȟpíya Farisbarii ("Wild Horse") - @Ibn Khaldun
• Eliane Muntijnaar ("Fire-maker") - @Gimble
• Zahrah al-Hamra ("the Red") - @Diogen
• Franz Maulanataynuel ("Maestro of Magick") - @Markisstreaming
• Yr-Solheim Kujalleq - @Carson
• Moiseyu - @MCVDK

The following are families, clans, or individuals who either reside with the Kwee' or are considered friends or allies (depending on whether they are individuals, clans, or kingdoms):

• Danilo Muntijqahwah the Southeron - @Rat Hat
• The Kos Clan, whose patriarch is Tadeusz Kos - @DarthPurgillus
• Gutlug Aatmahurk the Shaman - @Wasteland_Shaman
• Mamlakaan hil'Hurkaan (Orkish Rexdom)
• Mamlakaan hil'Hyspiyaan (Viceroyalty of Hyspia)
• Ahl hil'Qalasheen (The Qalasheen Tribe) - Significant respect is given to the Qalasheen as the Qali language is considered a "mother" to the Kwee'Hayastaani language.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

The small procession of Kwee', headed by Yr-Solheim & Maȟpíya, passed through the horned gateway of Orcgrimmor. Their feet shuffled and their hands struck at dhols on either side or held sringas upright as horns blared. Hands unencumbered with the tasks of holding or striking instruments swayed in rigid, martial movements. Maȟpíya stepped to the forefront of the dancing procession and, with both cupped palms turning outward, greeted the assemblage of Orks. Hinhanni! Chee'thuyu hil'Hurkaan wa tsum Mamlakaan bee'sa'eedam.

Two Kwee' men dressed in feather bonnets and embroidered robes carried banners, bobbing them up and down to direct two slightly wagons to either side of the assembly. Skewers of grilled rabbit and lamb kebabs had been affixed between the walls of the wagons. The dancing soon ended with the Kwee' seating themselves amongst the Orks. Minto'Lur and Maȟpíya found each other and sat together.

"Hail to thee mighty Orks of the Oasis!" Maȟpíya greeted, his hand held upright and waving as the feast began.

"Welcome to Hordelandz Kwee'rex," Minto'Lur responded. The sounds of meat being stripped from bone and the guttural cacophony of feeding soon drowned out most other noises.

"Latz want to klomp?" queried a young Orc, his ashen facial expression implied defeat for Maȟpíya. Maȟpíya grinned a toothy grin, enjoining himself to leap into the jaws of defeat with glee. One cannot earn friendship without paying respects to what pleases them. Thraaluk'Gorkil crossed his arms, enjoying the Kwee's acceptance of the challenge.

Odoacer labored under the flickering light of a candle to pen a response. Wrotek & Ogmios ( @TheGentleDuck @siglms_ ) sat next to him, inspecting his penmanship and padding away at droplets of tears that slicked his beard and ran the bridge of his nose.

"Runjek en Prinkoz Johannes, makos Heinrich. Anuanek Odoacer hal'Cingedoz. Eigi anastandenekoz arvoju at lendhan hwyriz ach ju. Eptir Cunimund daudiriz beūtan dun di Bodbwodz, bileiþanekoz med forhtan."

In Common, a translation accompanied the terse message in Sprækjom: I write to the Prince Johannes, son of Heinrich. My name is Odoacer hal'Cingedoz. We do not protest your decision that the land change over to you. After Cunimund died outside the wall of Bodbwodz, we left with dread & grief. The letter then continued, in Common, reading: Our love for the folk of Alstreim continues to this day. The respect our kinsman Cunimund had for Heinrich Lothar was unshakeable and our appreciation for the Aaunic-folk for granting us the ridge of the Langkette will never die. We see no offense in you reclaiming what was apportioned as is your traditional right. As a show of good faith and that our migrating away was not of scorn, but rather simply of grief for Cunimund's death; we gifted his legal and governmental printing-press blocks to one Witold Jazlowiecki ( @PecenyRohlik) as we understood him to be in the employ of the Aaunic Kingdom to dispense manuscripts for the government. We thank you for promising to keep Cunimund's grave in tact and have one small ask - to keep the earthenwork wall & the runestone circle relatively in tact too as that is where his duel had taken place based on where Cunimund's body was found. Our kinsmen Ogmios & Wrotek would like the opportunity to make pilgrimages there to pay respects from time to time.

A small notation on the margins is made, reading: PS: You will find a beautiful map fashioned from wood and painted in detail in a small cavern below the library tower. Enjoy!

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

"Aktubu Rexum hil'Hurkaanu min shivir hil'Kwee'Hayastaani. Chee'nu shukrum mundhu hil'da'ewa. Saachee'sfuru hila Orcgrimmor mundhu hil'ijtima'a!"

The returned response read. A translation accompanied it, reading I write to the Rex of the Orks from the camp of the Kwee'. Our thanks for the invitation. We will travel to Orcgrimmor for the gathering! Mahpiya looked over his handwriting, finishing with a flourish his calligraphy. Mahpiya bade Moiseyu, Yr-Solheim, Franz Maulanataynuel, Zahra al-Hamra, and others of the Kwee' to prepare rations of rabbit, flatbread, & prickly pear preservatives in anticipation for their travels to the summit.

"Aktubu shaykhum hil'Qalashaanu min shivir hil'Kwee'Hayastaani. Kyaa wasaaf tawsufu hil'gundu?"

A short letter read. On the back of the letter, a translation accompanied: I write to the Shaykh of the Qalasheen from the camp of the Kwee'Hayastaani. What description can you describe of the bandits? A fuller paragraph below that read: We will watch the deep desert from atop our mesas and question any who strike us as suspect lest they mean to strike the Qalasheens again. If you find any evidence, be it witness, banner, or lost weapon, please let us know so that we may better find these marauders and bring them to you dead or alive. The letter, both front and back, would be signed Maȟpíya Farisbarii.

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

Wild Horse devised for himself a pastime whether sat upon saddle or seated within tipi pitched atop quiet mesa. Maȟpíya labored with care with each book binding, each margin decoration, and with faithfully rendering into the written word what he either memorized or heard from the one who met with him. Many cycles of dawn to day to dusk rolled its reds and blues and violets across the sky in succession for each book he produced. The Kwee' contended with his absences into his tipi with joy, knowing he would eventually step out with yet another work for their enjoyment either in reading what he wrote or spending what he earned from it.

𐌕𐌉𐌐𐌉 𐋅𐌉𐌋'𐌌𐌵𐌕𐌀𐌊𐋅𐌀𐌔𐌔𐌉𐌔𐌀

𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜

In the tradition of the Kwee', the prices of the books are negotiable. The oft-repeated mantra of the Kwee regarding how they approach trade is 'What is meant for us will be in our grasps regardless the obstacle, what is not meant for us will never be within our grasps regardless of our conniving or our pursuit'. One may also commission any transcription [forum post of lore, history that is within a character's capability of having access in-character] for a price starting at least ten minas.

Sample Works:

You can also join the Kwee' Discord (click the image below!) where there is a channel #minecraft-book-request where you can put a book request! Please note that we would appreciate you interact with us in roleplay, but give this option especially for those who may play in different time-zones!

𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮

He knew his hand would not be visible where he placed it, but he placed it anyway. Within his ethereal placement of the Seven Skies, Cunimund watched through the limestone portal. peeking between the engraved letters of his name to Ogmios. His hand could not break through the barrier between his resting place and the cold air of the Langkettes that permeated through the humble barony. Ogmios in his warpaint contrasted against the dark tones of the earthen-dun wall that ringed Bodbwodz in the background.

"Rally our folk by the carnyx, play its dirge in battle and at moments where man's soul quivers before uncertainty. Dash against dark foe until the Cingedoz banner is memorized by all who are rallied by your daring. Pay heed not to cast your doubt against any who wish to adopt our traditions, not all sea-faring vessels are build in our shape."

Cunimund knew not if his advice would be heard or be inspiration in the mind of Ogmios.