Subudai

Accepted.

Accepted. Expect a Skype(get one please) PM soon.

Within the new lands of Athera many people were beginning to start anew. A specific people, the nomadic Subudain Horde, have been aimlessly clawing and scraping by invading territories alongside mercantile activity. The Subudai people have decided it would be most wise to begin a celebration in recognition of their gradual revival. To increase their supplies and resources, this gathering of warriors shall host a grand hunt in which they track down the many ferocious beasts which roam the forests near bye the temporary settlement. Much trade and other cultural leisure activities shall take place. Word would spread around about this festivity, mostly by talk of Subudai themselves, inviting all of Athera’s peoples(especially orcs) to the event. The nomads would show a map pointing to the location of the celebration to anyone who may ask.((X285, Z-450)) OOC:

*Another poster is hung below the first* https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/114832-the-subudai-horde-of-athera-the-prologue/#entry1097886

(( MC Account Name: )) mthdominator Full name: Kaelthes Arckimonde Izalith Gender: Male Age (In exact years): 267 Profession, if applicable: It is not. Origin of birth: Laurelin Thilln ito nae'leh? thilln ito kae'leh How can one proclaim his/herself as mali'thill? By right of birth and brain. What does the maehr'sae hiylun'ehya mean to you? It is the pillar of our blessed races ideals. It means guidance. What is your idiosyncratic vision of the future of our blessed race? To see it prosper further.

Accepted. Expect a Skype PM quite soon!

Accepted. You'll receive a Skype PM quite soon!

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[[As I stated above, I have to leave here soon and thus had to post it now unfortunately.]]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HX1MlRl6lZg The sands felt firm compared to the sway and rock of the deck that Haj-Ardashir stumbled from moments before. The venture from Thales to the new continent left him uneasy and with sickened expression as he looked down the stretch of the beach head. A couple yards inland, a row of swampy timbers laid out like caltrops against the feet of giants. Haj-Ardashir began his trek down inland and away from the other ships beaching one by one. Nights faded and days brightened as the young man stepped through the swamp and out into a clearing of many. The wetlands felt spongy when he slogged through it, but the rolling plains before him provided firm footing. Haj-Ardashir began to collect wood from the sparse tree-lines and made himself a modest shelter. Unlike the traffic flooding in onto the beach, there walked nary a man along the plains that stretched an infinite horizon. White-tails, badgers, and prairie dogs kept Haj-Ardashir company as he slept and awoke. On the third day, he awoke to the clapping of hooves against the ground around his shelter. He rushed outside and came face-to-face to the lean side of a horse galloping perpendicular to him. An entire herd traveled through his encampment, oblivious to the single man standing awkwardly as they moved throughout and unaware of the very man giving chase. Haj-Ardashir leaned his body forward and sprinted in chase to the last horse in the herd cantering. Closing in, he shot his hands out and grasped the horse's hindquarters and gave his legs a last shock of energy to vault himself up and atop the mare. He threw his hands around the mare's neck and held on as he tried to click his tongue, the horse slowed to a slow trot. The camp grew to accommodate, a lean-in and a watering hole. Haj-Ardashir grew with his horse, riding often as he searched the outlying plains for feed and contact. Where he found berries, he failed to find settlements. Haj-Ardashir rode further out each day, arriving later every night. He finally found civilization. They took to the forests thinking the trees spears, took to the mountains thinking each peak a castle. They founded their mines and mills and kept their shares to themselves and their peoples. A lack of compassion for those not like them, you would have to pay minted coin or barter. Haj-Ardashir returned each day knowing that the Dwarves cloistered themselves in stone and Elves hid in trees. He gazed past his endless plains and felt content, welcoming the few and the desperate to his encampment. He led his group to corral the next herd of horses that galloped close enough and began to try his hand at fletching. Each day he grew, not taller, but stronger. Each bend of a bow, each slip of the string, he became more of a man. His frame grew as taut, sinewy, and sturdy as the very composite bow he made for himself and wore in a leather holster slung across his hip. He led his men on hunting parties, feeding on the meats of rabbits, badgers, and the deer. As more hunts returned a success, Haj-Ardashir decided it time to engage the other settlements in barter and trade. The furs of vermin, the musk of deer for what they could receive in metals and gems. The men riding with Haj-Ardashir returned to camp impressed and rode out with determination for their next trade. After a month, the camp flourished along the plains with a motley crew of a dozen men. Haj-Ardashir awoke to the sounds of enraged shouts, leaping out of his shelter to the sight of his men drawing their weapons to an unknown thirteenth person. The man had a sabre in his hand, smiling deviously as Haj-Ardashir reached his belt around his waist and buckled it along with his scabbard. The stranger gave a slight bow, introducing himself as a descendent of Asulon. Haj-Ardashir rebuked him, noting that all those who beached Athera could be said to be a descendent of Asulon and Aegis before that. The stranger glanced around with disgruntlement as Haj-Ardashir turned on his heel and began to walk back into his shelter before replying, "Most men were merely born in Asulon to those from Aegis, I mean that I am of the true Asulonians." Haj-Ardashir stopped his pace, lifting his head up as if in thought, then turned. "What is this? What are you playing at?" "The skin, you are as swarthy as my people of past had been." "I am no Souther-" "You are of the Subudai, look at you! You've raised a tribe on the plains, you hunt, you ride, you trade." "What brought you to accost me with this nonse-" "You saw where men play at ruling, where it is safest. You chose the plains, the most difficult yet here you are. Adopt your ways, the ways of your blood and the ways that will see you fittest for survival." "You do not look the part, yet you insist I do?" The stranger looked against his blotchy white skin, running his tongue along his teeth for a moment before speaking. "Yes, you have the right of it. The Subudai assimilated or mostly waned, there were men before you who took their pick of the poison. The Alanbataars, they rode fiercely and independently. The Visconti bent knee, you may see me as the latter, but I believe there is a grand chance in the new scheme of things. We all are starting anew on a continent unknown to us all." The stranger chuckled, leaning his head and remarked, "And I wouldn't bet against the man racing out of the gates on a horse to the others in a foot-race. I will teach you all that has been recorded and then some, from memory where the Subudai's blood still aids me." [[subudai lore: https://www.lordofth...ves/?hl=subudai ]]