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    Kalfu's Demise

    *Melesse sits on a stool in the inner courtyard of his home, flanked by two courtiers and surrounded by his personal guards. He rubs his hand against his forehead, an inscrutable expression across his face* “Dis a true tragedy, an suh unexpected.. Mi heart bleeds fi di loss. Nonetheless wi muss safeguard oar realm fi future generations. Oar ancestas watch ova wi wid expectations. *He’d rise to his feet making way to address his people* “Things muss change eff wi to survive dem yah coming months..”
  2. The Khonma Tribe Backstory The Origins of the Khonma (Khonmahkite) date back to before known recordings of Atlasian chronicle. Reigning from the sand dunes of the North, these nomadic peoples behold traits of tribal, cultural antipathy from the already established minorities we see in the known world today. The earliest known Khonmahkite went by the name of Jobaku, a powerful individual who ruled over the Matetchu Tribe. After years of prosperous yet idle sovereignty by the now senescent Chieftain, a time for a new successor was imminent. As Jobaku fathered no legitimate heir, the seat at the head of this vast tribe was almost left vacant on the premise that Jobaku’s tenure veered towards a bloody end. Of that it did too, by the hands of a rising almost adolescent warrior by the name of Dingiswana, a prominent combatant renowned among most. Dingiswana was said to be behind the assassination of Jobaku so that he may rule the prominent tribe himself. Given the derisory attitude that comes with youth, Dingiswana was aesthetically a spectacle to feature, with an ample, muscular frame with embroiled, pattern like scar's scattering over his skin almost as in an intimidating skin condition, one might say he unquestionably looked the component to lead these nomadic people. However governing an unorganized populace was no easy task. As economy began to plummet, food shortages were a regular occurrence, and public unrest within the tribe stirred evident. Panicked by witnessing his own people challenge his right to rule, the Chieftain Dingiswana took a more militarized approach to ease the potential uprising. He ordered the killing of any conspirators towards his claim to the throne within the confines of their own home with their families as audience. If these families were to oppose the killing of their husband or father, they too would be considered traitors to the tribe and killed on site also. This chaotic descent into anarchy cost the lives of hundreds. Once the dust had settled and the conflict between the tribe and their chief had ceased, a pregnant woman came forward having just birthed a child, claiming it to be the love child of Chieftain Dingiswana himself during the tyrannical usurpation. Little evidence is known to support this, however it was a favoured theory at the time with only the Chieftain himself bold enough to object. Dingiswana sought to stomp out this love child from the picture to his reign and set out to hunt and kill the child on the week of it’s birth. In order to protect her child's life, the now mother rushed to a passing Caravansary, handing over all her worldly possessions and wealth (consisting of cattle and bead jewellery) in exchange for them to take her child with them and ensure no harm come of it. The Caravan party accepted, and smuggled the child with them away from the tribal territory. After months of trekking through the harsh dessert supplies of the Caravan drew scarcely depressed, with water and food now a wishful commodity the travellers took to drinking the urine of their livestock and consuming the elderly, more attrited of their cattle. With the situation desperate, the abandoned the child by a nearby Oasis and continued on with their journey without hesitation. After time with the new born now close to death, held blessings as a transient family under the Khonma tribe, stumbled across this abandoned orphan and took it under their wing, bringing it home to nurture and restore to strength under their protection of their home. Months, then years further went by until this child, who they now called ‘Shaka’ is well into his adolescence, now bearing these strange markings particularly on his face and torso. Many condemned the boy in cultural society, deeming him cursed by witchcraft and refusing to acknowledge his very humanity. Upon closer inspection by a local healer, an astonishing discovery was made, as the markings resembled the exact same of the now late Chieftain Dingiswana. Word spread like wildfire across the tribe and neighbouring villages. Notable figures across the land came bearing gifts of worship and true virtue for prophecies now came fulfilled as their rightful monarch returned home. Shaka’Khonma, bewildered by all that is now conscious to him, reluctantly acknowledged his new infamy, and pledged to ensure a prosperous future for the Khonma. Since his succession, Shaka’Khonma himself has introduced boundless additions to the cultural society we now see them in today. For example adapting the former military weapon preference of the missile javelin, to a more close quarter combat style with the spear dagger and leather tanning shield, turning these pastoral herdsmen to now conquering warriors. Military deployment tactics and reform, introduced the ‘Minas’ currency to his tribe, structural economic stability and much more. In the current day, Shaka’Khonma is now migrating his tribe to the Chieftaincy of Ghanyah. Culture Culture for the Khonma is that of every nomadic people, with their lack of technological advancement their livelihood is more in favour of elementary ongoings rather then complex diversions of society, therefore they prefer to keep to themselves. Clothing is a scarce commodity, as the Khonma believe strongly in their connection to the natural world, and see clothing as a means of deceitful hiding. Instead they like to remain bare, using only natural land based materials and substances to decorate their noble entity. In confluence with this, elders and more senior members of the tribe tend to clothe themselves better as a way of keeping their identity to themselves to defend their senior knowledge of wisdom. Currency or wealth is usually dealt in terms of Livestock in cattle, however the use of Minas is familiar with the Khonma just not within the confines of their own city or peoples. Basic commodities include Maze and Grains for food and Milk from cattle. In terms of societal culture the Khonma share many traditions and celebratory aspects as the rest of Atlas. Basic causes for celebration for as Birthdays, Weddings and Funerals are all interpreted differently yet transferred over. One example of a distinguished yet renowned part of Khonmahkite culture is the ‘Embuzo’ (translated to ‘fight’), where two Ebuutho (trans Regiment, Military cohort) go head to head for a no holds barred battle. Often seen to commemorate weddings, birthdays, funerals, coronations and festivals. Chieftain Shaka'Khonma ((PeeachesNCream)) =-=-=-=-=-=-= Phezulu Mwezi ((WoodenShelf)) - Vacant- Language The Khonma retain much of their native tongue ‘Khuluma’ as inherited by the Matetchu however still use the common tongue just with native implementation. Examples of basic speech would be. Hello – Ukubingelela Goodbye – Kuhlebahle Talk – Khuluma You – Gena Fight, Kill – Embuzo Know - Ulwazi Yes – Yebu No – Cha Dwarf – Okuncane Orc – Okuningi Elf – Indlebe Human – Ebantu And – Futhi Because – Ngobi What – Ini Where - Kuphi Man – Owesila Woman – Owesifazane Army, Regiment – Ebuutho Home - Idolobha Military The Khonma have undergone some significant technological changes recently in terms of Military. Shaka’Khonma has since introduced the abdication of long distance javelins and instead taken to the close quarters fighting style of the dagger spearhead, accompanied by a blunt club and leather tanning shield. In terms of battle tactical advantages, the Khonma use the renowned ‘Bullhorn’ technique. Splitting the forces into 3 respective Ebuutho’s, the Chest, the Horns and the Loins. The Chest would rush to advance the enemy head on in hand to hand combat, while the Horns would envelope both flanks of the enemy to encircle them. Meanwhile the Loins would be held back in reserve, kept fresh for if and when the Chieftain would require them. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= ((To apply to become a respective member of the Khonma tribe family, please fill out the following details… )) ((This post is very much still a work in progress, numerous aspects to the Khonma culture, societal structure, military reform and so much more are yet to be added))
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    [Culture] The Southeron

    this came together quite well.
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    The Ivae'fenn

    [Ooc] Username: Kribbitz Activity Rating (1-10): 8 Discord: kribbitz #8675 Skype: same Do you have teamspeak? This is a necessity: [RP] Name: Sidahur Gender: Male Place of residence: Fenn Race/Sub-race/Culture: Snow Elf Do you swear obedience to the Princedom of Fenn and the Grand Prince?: yes
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    The Horn

    The Horn 6th of The Deep Cold, 1673 The Horn was the first signal, a harbinger of everything; it was the signal for danger, it was the signal for death, it was the signal for life, it was the signal for change - When it was heard, no one knew what it was a signal for, but everyone knew it was the Negus’ signal to command his people of something. The day when it was blown was a normal day, everyone busily preparing for an imminent siege, while the women and children prepared camp at Yeondar. Then the horn blew - everyone knew the sound of the horn, however its sound was different, long and ominous, almost wailing. On the first blow, everyone rushed to arm and armor themselves for a siege they've been preparing for. The second blow left everyone confused, usually after the first blow, the Negus would come out to stand with his people without need of the horn. The third blow, however, lead the people to venture to the source - to question its intent. Men trained efficiently are always distrustful, a horn made to foresee the end times will not lead the army to a slaughter, so they were quite prepared for anything aside from what was actually happening. When they arrived, they were met with Valdun himself - he stood upon a hill overlooking the flock he had lead; for the Negus’ horn was in his hand. His elven ears seemed elongated, but they twitched at the sight of what he had attracted; and with short, frail words and a cold face devoid of all emotions...He said : “He has fallen.” These three words silenced the crowd that had gathered for a moment before a reverberation of hushed whispers and worry descended over them. Many questions immediately arose in their minds. How did he die? Was he not young and healthy, a lion nearing his prime ? Who will lead as the heir to the Emerald Throne? Why does he sound so calm? Was not the Negus to Valdun as a son to his father? An army made to remain silent unless spoken to will not question publicly, but a silent rebellion of conspiracy had already began to brew... And then he continued, “His funeral rites and passage to Doraz agh Kor will happen after our war has finished.” A high elf carrying a scroll who stood out of view behind Valdun stepped out, he moved and spoke with obvious fragility, but looked young; he was obviously a slave, though his presence was oddly troubling. “In accordance with the Ghanyan succession laws, only a Human carrying the name Nagast is allowed to inherit through succession; Nagast being a name carried by all immediate relatives of the Negus, both Matrilineal and Patrilineal. With these laws listed, it is announced here that Iýsakye Nagast of the Ọkarachi Tribe shall be the inheritor of all titles held by Juumane through Matrilineal ties after Regency is complete; due to lack of capable inheritors of the Patrilineal dynasty.” And just like that, the slave backed away swiftly into his previous position. After a short moment of silence, Valdun lowered his head and said, “May Veal protect her children for the times to come, and may she bless the Emerald State with everlasting prosperity. A Negus falls, but another rises.”
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    Spoke with the leaders of this faction, though im unsure if this is fine.
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    Iyasu was born to one of the Ghanyan tribes in the northern desert. The tribe puts a strong emphasis on martial ability. Boys are trained from early childhood in the use of the sword, spear and shield. Iyasu's Father, was a man revered within the tribe and of high status and nobility as not only a leader of men, but of a valiant warrior in his own right. Growing up, Iyasu trained often with his father, with sparing sessions beginning from the age of 8. When not serving as a warrior under their local chief, his father owned land where the family farmed crops, such as millet and sorghum. As tension with Haria has coincided with his coming of age, Iyasu now finds himself in tumultuous times.
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    not sure if the clan reference is a problem. He isn't part of it its just an aspect of his backstory
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    Atharen was the product, of an affair between his father, a wealthy Goldhand dwarven merchant, and his mother, a dark elf woman he never met. Though his father rarely if ever spoke of his birth, the few times he had he mentioned that she was pressured by her family to give him up as an infant due to their adherence to purity within their bloodline. So instead, Atharen was given to his father where he was raised in Kaz'ulrah in the city of Kal'Tarak. His father was a somewhat cold and distant figure. The clan he belonged to was a very prestigious clan of birth rights and were particularly proud of the clan feature of notable blond hair. To be born with ashen skin and pitch black hair made him stand out as the odd one out. Though his father tried to hide it, he was somewhat embarrassed and viewed him as an obligation. Atharen spent most of his early years alone in solitude from many of his peers. Besides his training to take up the clan trade, his features and the nature of his birth left him ostracized and ignored by many, besides the occasional cruel gossip that would be spread about him. Atharen did make one friend, an old smith by the name of Kadrak. Kadrak noticed the young beardling was often alone and took pity on him, letting him spend his free time in his smithy. Atharen was enraptured by the process of smithing and after a significant amount of pestering and begging Kadrak finally relented and showed Atharen a little bit of what he knew. Atharen found he enjoyed the work and became proficient enough to help the old smith with the some of the orders and commissions he received. It was while spending time in Kadrak's smithy that he came across an old tome that'd change his life. he found an old dusty book among the smith's collection of old dusty things about rune smithing. he inquired about it and Kadrak admitted he didn't remember having it or where he got it from, however he let the young dwarf have it. Atharen voraciously devoured its content over the course of several weeks. After that, wishing to expand his knowledge, he would scrounge up enough pocket money and seek out local book dealers, picking up other books on a variety of subjects from the arcane to artificery, along with dwarven lore and history. Atharen's Father was somewhat aware of his interests but ignored it as it kept him busy and out of his hair. However as time went on and Atharen came to the age of diving into the trade more seriously, his father pressured him to conform. Atharen however, had no interest in trade. He felt disaffected without a real place to belong and stifled from pursuing his interests. And so, he made a fateful decision. One night he decided to pack a bag, leave his home and forsake his clan, to find his place in the world.
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    I hope I didnt leave out any important details.
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    Auzokh was Born to clan Gorkil living in a small nomadic tribe in the desert outskirts of krugmar. his father Nazoth was a warrior who was well respected participating in numerous raids on hapless wandering foreigners that ventured into their domain and the occasional attack on undead holds scattered across the landscape. As a kub, Auzokh was captivated by the stories his father would tell him of the raids he fought in, detailing the tactics and complex maneuvers in setting up an ambush, the tale reaching its crescendo in the resulting rush of violence and victory. As a young orc finding his way in the world, Auzokh did as most orcs of his age did, test each other in klomps of strength and skill. Auzokh due to his size and strength did well for himself commanding some respect and even fear from some of his smaller peers. However, Auzokh did not find the satisfaction he yearned for. He found it in strategy and tactics, commanding the other local young orcs in hunting creatures of the desert. He coordinating ways of luring and trapping them for sport, exercising cunning and ambition. As he grew older he even took part in a few raids, a dream he had had since he was young. However, Auzokh knew he wanted more from life than that of his tribes nomadic existence.When he came of age, before leaving his tribe for The capital with his fathers blessing, he spoke to the local shaman and asked him what his ancestors had destined for his future.The shaman told him what he had already known, that he was destined for greatness