Dontbepissed

Tormund Oknir smiles proudly, looking to each of his warriors eyes. "We 'ave finally settled land! Clan Oknir will grow strong once again, we will insure the safety of the Gorundyr!" He pounds his chest, and all the men and women follow suit, they cheer and start construction on Oknarus.

Tormud nods and rises, clapping his uncle on the back and thanking him. "My uncle speaks true, he is far wiser than his years. If he believes in you Morvan Orvar, than so do I." Tormud kneels, and motions for the rest of his clan to do the same. "I Tormud, Cheiftain of Clan Oknir swear to serve, and protect the united Gorundyr people of clan Oknir and Orvar. I will follow you into the void Morvan, blood of old Barid. And by doing so I name you Yagar, my honorable King." Tormud rises, along with the rest of his clan and grins. "Now let us begin the feasting!"

Tormud remains silent for awhile staring deep into the fire, collecting his thoughts. He slowly rises and looks around at every Gorundyric man or woman that had come. "It is true, you hold the right of Barid, and the title of Yagar. Though by my honor as chieftain of Clan Oknir I cannot refuse, however, the Gorundyr people are clanfolk, they prefer to stay among clan. I fear lands would be given to the clan of your blood more so than my clan simply because you favor them more. I would only willing do so with the blessing of my uncle, Giorsal Oknir." All eyes stare at Giorsal, waiting for him to rise and speak his mind.

Tormud stands and gathers his thoughts before addressing the group. "You are right, the men of Oren are the least of our worries now. I have gathered our supplies together upon carts, Clan Oknir is waiting to move at the slightest notice. My uncle Giorsal has been gathering our Warband, the Shields of Stone. Clan Oknir has yet fully recovered from out past war, most of our warriors killed, and our city of Oknarus burnt. I believe we should make the journey together, to insure the safety of the Gorundyric people; splitting up when we reach our ancient land will insure the safety of our young and old."

Chieftain Tormud Oknir stands and nods towards Morvan Orvar. "I am Tormud Oknir, chieftain of Clan Oknir, we have come to seek out the remaining Gorundyr people hoping to insure our future in this perilous time." As he speaks he walks around the large fire that burns in the center of the circle. "As you all may know, we have made very little friends with the land of Oren. This puts us in harms way, for their devout number far more than ours. If it came to such blows I fear we may not stand up to such assaults. We must seek the survival of all our people! We must protect the young for they are our future, and strive to honor and please our gods for they are our divine protection!" He looks to Morvan ready for him to respond.

As the cold intensifies and the crops stop growing altogether Clan Oknir gathers in their Ritual House. Chieftain Tormud Oknir speaks first, such is his right as leader of the Clan. "We have come here this night to discuss the future of the Gorundyr people." "I will be taking our people to speak with Clan Orvar." "All willing, able bodied men and women may join me, the rest will stay here and protect the village." With no one to speak against him they prepare to leave. A few men and women leave with Tormud Oknir, heading towards the last known location of Clan Orvar.

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Clan Oknir "Forever Will We Protect" ((This clan is based around the pagan human culture, created by MajesticOwyn. It is inspired by Celtic and Norse Mythology, if curious about anything, please consult the Gorundyr lore post in my signature.)) The Clan Creation Legend Clan Oknir is an ancient clan, dating back to when the Gods bestowed life onto mankind. Though they had no written history of this time, the members of the clan pass down a very old legend. This legend follows the story of Horas Oknir, savior and hero of Clan Oknir. When life was given to mankind Oknar, the god of craftsmen and stone allowed a few devout humans to build a village at the base of his mountain. When Maratsu was destroyed and his body put under the Heart Tree, a tomb was created to honor this fallen god. The tomb was guarded by demons and threatened the people of the village. So the warriors gathered and set out to purge the tomb. Upon arriving they found an ancient club; it is a gnarled root from the Heart Tree. When the warriors brought this weapon home Maratsu's corruption followed. Slowly the corruption seeped from the club into the minds of the people, it drove them mad, and eventually forced them to take action against Oknar, who loved and blessed them. The night before the corrupted warriors scaled the mountain, Oknar's champion Horas had a terrible dream of the coming events. He climbed the mountain early the next morning and waited, sure enough the corrupted warriors found their way to the summit. Oknar's cave was right in front of them, however Horas stood in there way. They blindly charged him, long did they fight, Horas taking many wounds but not a single man could make it past him. When all had fallen Horas bellowed at the top of his lungs and fainted, the corrupted club and bodies of all the Gorundyr at his feet. Upon hearing this Oknar went outside and found Horas and the corrupted club, in one hand he held Horas, and in the other he held the club. Oknar blessed them both and set them down safety at the bottom of the mountain. When Horas woke up he was gripping the club, no longer corrupt, now a powerful weapon blessed by the god. Horas knew he had to thank Oknar somehow, he ventured around Savaar, gathering men and women who would follow him. When he and his flock returned they built a village on top of the old one and named it Oknarus, land of the devout. In the following years Horas married and had children, thus Clan Oknir was born. Forever have they been the guardians of the mountains and the most devout of Oknar. With his blessing they gather strong stone for their buildings and ore for their weapons. The Destruction of Oknarus Many years after the death of Horas, Clan Oknir was attacked by another clan because they desired to have the club themselves. In the midst of this war Oknarus was sacked and much of the city burned, thankfully the Ritual House survived and within it the club. The war between the two clans lasted for many generations, both equally matched in power and money. However after the fall of Oknarus Clan Oknir had all but given up. A young warrior from house Oknir, Tormud fought in the shieldwall of his Warband. His father Caelin Oknir, chieftain of the clan ordered him to retrieve and safeguard Horas' ancient club. Tormud sprinted through the ruined city and secured the club, for no one had tried to steal it, fearing the wrath of Oknar. Caelin knew that with this club in their shieldwall, the strength and might of Oknar flowed through their shields. The next day both clans gathered on the plains outside of Oknarus, ready to finish this war, and fight to the last man. Caelin ordered the Warband to form a defensive square, Tormud stood in the center holding Horas' club and chanting widly to Oknar. The rival clan charged and soon surrounded Clan Oknir's Warband, all hope had seemed lost. The Warband began to faulter, the men being chipped away slowly; Caelin losing hope, begged for Oknar to bless them with victory. Loud did Tormud scream as he continued to chant, then suddenly the earth gave way, heaving and shaking every last man to his core. Then all at once the men realized this was done by Oknar and quickly rose up continuing the fight, breaking rank and stepping over the men they slaughtered. The battle was won quickly after, the earth continued shaking, and the enemy to shocked and frightened to form a resistance. That night Clan Oknir stood triumphant, though terribly shaken; their city destroyed, their people killed, and their Warband all but slaughtered. The Clan slowly broke apart, men and women seeking new homes and lands. Only the Oknir family remained and they all scaled the mountain of Oknar one last time, carrying Horas' ancient club with them. When they arrived they set the club at the entrance of Oknar's cave, daring not to go in, and simply left, for they believed greedy men would continue to wage war over it. Surviving the Scourge After the fall of Oknarus, Clan Oknir was all but destroyed, fortunately taken in by a neighboring clan. All went smoothly and peace was kept until the "Dark Ones" attacked. The Gorundyric preists named then followers of Maratsu, the remaining Gorundyr fled south to the great Cloud Temple. There they learned the dark beings were called Scourge, together all the Gorundyr people went through a large portal, to a new a safe world. There the clans marched north, ultimately splitting off, continuing their old ways. Clan Traditions Coming of Age The coming of age was a very important part of Gorundyr culture. It was the staging point for young warriors to finally prove themselves to their entire clan. Doing this was no easy task, a young warrior would have to make a massive pilgrimage. They had to do so completely alone, all warriors must do this separately. By visiting everyone of the God's shrines they prove themselves their faith and courage. When they return home they must finish this journey by visiting there Ritual House and speaking with the Gods. By doing so they are excepted into their Warband and society, if a warrior fails he he cast out and shunned. Ritual House All Clans have a Ritual House which act as a sacred place to commune with the gods. Each temple houses the Gorunprestr and their servants. The inside of the ritual house is often undecorated and houses the histories of the Gorundyr and the respective clan in the form of tapestries and other written forms. Outside the building would often be much more detailed; intricate carvings, bright decorations, and seating arrangements. All sacrifices were held outside and would be followed with a night of feasting and recreation. The Shields of Stone The Shields of Stone were named by their current chieftain Tormud, because of their strong devotion to Oknar, as well as their battle prowess. The Warband is all about standing ground and letting the enemy make the first move, their formations showing this. The Shields of Stone favor the shieldwall, like all common Warbands, but unlike most they also commonly use a defensive square, they then put their skirmishers inside this square. The warriors of the Shields of Stone fight for money, land, and resources. Someone could buy the services of this Warband, but they are no mere mercenaries, they fight for glory and honor. This Warband follows a strict code of discipline, ever reinforcing their legendary ability to never flee or waver in battle. The equipment the warriors bring varies between each solider, but like most Gorundyr they use hand axes, swords, spears, sometimes larger bastard swords. Almost every soldier uses a large round wooden shield covered in hide, in the center lies a metal boss for protection. These shields are held and connected by a small strap, making them very defensive as well as offensive. Warriors decorate their personal shield differently, usually with a god they favor, or a symbol of their family. Very rarely you will see men using no shield at all, wielding two axes or swords; Clan Oknir calls these men Berserkers. A more common sight then Berserkers would be skirmishers, such as archers or even spear throwers, these light troops stand behind the shield wall and throw projectiles. The men of this Warband armor themselves with boiled leather, chainmail, and very rarely platemail. Leather is worn by every warrior, offering decent protection, making them agile and light. Chainmail is more rare, worn by the richer; offers more protection and makes them just as light as the leather counterpart. Platemail however is worn by the very few, made of iron, making them very powerful. Clan Members Bloodline: Tormud Oknir (Dontbepissed) - Tormud was born into Clan Oknir during their long time of peace, living under Oknar they worshiped him stronger than the other gods and had a special connection. When the clan went to war, Tormud himself used Horas' ancient club to call upon Oknar, who answered and ultimately won them the battle. He then led his people south during the Scourge attack, and ledd them to this new world. He continues to rule to this day. He is 37 years of age. Styr Oknir (Stabbedurmom) - Styr is younger brother to Tormund, he is wise, yet smaller than most Gorundyr. This does not bother him he carries a longbow, and favors the trees in combat. Along with his falcon companion Vor, he scouts far ahead of the Warband to gather information. He is 29 years of age. Cormac Oknir (Daelaris) - Tormud's son Cormac is young and has yet to prove himself. He is handy and quick like his father. He is 16 years of age. Giorsal Oknir (yopplwasupxxx) - Giorsal is Tormud's uncle, he is a veteran warrior. After the loss of his father Tormud is very keen to listen to Giorsal's advice in battle and looks at him as a close friend. He is 46 years of age. Uisdean Oknir (Vacant) - Tormud's cousin and life long friend, she is a strong shield-maiden, and claims she is the same blood as Oknar himself. She is 24 years of age. Lodin Oknir (BradtheImpaler) - Lodin is Giorsal's son, cousin to Tormud. He is slightly older than Cormac, making him 19 years of age. He will soon depart for his Coming of Age trial. If taken in by the clan he shows capable skill with axe, as well as a smithing hammer. ((Many other family members can be added at any point, just wanted a starting point. Just message me personally if you wish to add another family member.)) Other Clan Members: Mjoll (lola0009) - Mjoll is a female sheildmaden, set finding out her past, and fighting for the future of Clan Oknir. ((If you wish to join, pm me on the forums or in game!))

MC Name: Dontbepissed Your Full Name: Amar'thanor Your Age: 414 Your Gender: Male Are you moving in alone or with family/friends? (Specify if second option): Alone Are you of full Mali blood? Yes Of which subrace(s) are you? Wood Elf What skills do you have? Archer

Yeah im so happy elves cant handle RP...

Climbs into a tall, skinny oak tree to the left of the road. Then starts to stay his elven name over and over again, drilling himself. His northern accent disappears as time passes, he then settles down and waits.

Ignar looks to his father donning a mix of Elvish armor and does the same, he selects a long bow and grabs a hand full of elven arrows. Before rallying to Aedric he brushes his elven ear for good luck and sets it aside.

"Aye, damn elves won't see whats comin'!" Listens to the last words of Aedric and starts to prepare for battle. Ignar pulls out his sword and begins to sharpen it on his whetstone humming a war song in his head. He leaves his armor knowing they will kill the elves and wear their armor.