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"Eri!" The princess' brother calls from the other room. "Which sword shall I bring?"

I can in fact see trans people :)

"She's alive." Another brother insists late at night, pouring over maps, logistical records, scouting reports. Anything, everything he could get his hands on to assist in the endeavors to come. "She's alive. And we're bringing her home."

"And they shall live happily ever after." ~HIS HIGHNESS, Prince Arathor Caranethion of the House Arthalionath, Ranger of the Kingswood,Templar of the Archangel Malchediael, Knight of the Realm.

From a southern ridgeline, Prince Arathor of Númendil surveys the settlement underway. As he watches over the Adrians laboring with such passion, he recalls the stories of his grandfather, and how according to the stories the Adunians had once been in much the same situation. "Be they Adunic, Farfolk, Highland or Heartland." He muses to himself, "People are people. And people endure."

"He definitely eats babies, I should know." Remarks Verðingarr Chiefkiller, known cannibal.

Belekar "Baerte" Starbreaker checks his mail one day, and nearly chokes on his morning coffee. "Oh, Brother..."

Belekar Starbreaker, A proud cannoneer of taskforce GAVEL, kicks open the doors to his forge "WE NEED AMMO!"

Belekar Starbreaker has not left the forge for days following the battle. His hands, once stained black with powder from manning the cannonry, now stained by soot and grime as he beats out dented helms, sharpens dulled blades, and pries apart broken rivets in chestplates and pauldrons. There is much work to be done, much work that he normally enjoys. Yet his face is... Unhappy. By all accounts, this should have been his finest hour. He brought low the Breakwater Walls, partaking in the greatest artillery bombardment civilization had ever seen. He marched with the largest united army seen since the Mori wars. He fought alongside his Clansdwed, his Adunian compatriots, every person he loved and swore loyalty to, all at once. And he won. He should be ecstatic. So why was there a bad taste in his mouth?

Side-by-side with Uther, a ragged and worn dwarvish warrior, Belekar Starbreaker, known amongst the humans as Baerte, would collapse before the fallen form of Tony, war-mattock clattering to the earth. Even amongst the din of battle, even before they lift his body from the mud, he grieves. "He deserved better... He deserved peace."

Belekar Starbreaker looks to his kin: "Who the 'ell es this bloke?"

I come out of my rock to speak on this topic, as it is one I enjoy: Nomadic/Tribal rp has and is done on the server. We've had groups such as the Cimmerians, the Azukazi/Hongali, the Svarlings, the Cingedoz, so on so forth. There have been plenty of tribes with plenty of aesthetics ranging from germanic to mongolian. The problem honestly comes down to player interest and accessibility. It is not very easy to play a nomadic or tribal people due to the mechanics of the tiles yes, and also just its not the most popular method of play on this server. I've had time in a small number of these groups over the past year and rarely have I ever seen any of them get more than 5 players active at once. Its a very Very niche grouping that only really hits the world stage of popularity when directly involved with other player factions, or with ST events. The only real answer to making it more prominent is to get more players involved with that sort of thing. ((Edit: another obstacle I realize is also just people being able to Find these groups. Often when Nomads do manage to create lairs or settlements they are off the beaten path and secreted away, meaning its very difficult for potentially interested players to even Find these groups.

You sir have my eternal respect

Within the white towers of Númenost, recovering from his wounds sustained in recent battle, a certain dwarvish blacksmith muses. "Be ye King, Knight, or Hermit en a barn.. Ye'll always be one thing fer' certain Uther: my best friend."