[centre][color=000000][color=a36209][h2]The Mikassian Tribes[/h2][/color][/color]
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"We stayed a while Chatan, we observed." The scout spoke quietly in the dark shadows of the war chiefs personal chamber. He spoke of the burning trees settlement and its people, the natives and such. It seemed they could be crushed, but the report of another flag, red and black, led Chatan to believe they had allies in places beyond his scouts reach.

"Relay the message to our forces across the sea, they are to speak with the locals, turn them to our cause." Chatan would injure the beast before he fought it head on. He looked across the map of the Tangled isle.

"There, have a war camp made their in the mountains." he pointed to the most southern tip of the tangled isle mountains and ushered the scout from his presence. 

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Fuldruo, Red mountains.

Surveying parties drive forward across the crimsons slopes, marking deposits and potential mining areas with long and tall blood poles and smoking fires. Behind them come the stone workers and weapon smiths, chipping away at rock and tasting the air for iron.

The Mikasi shall move forward to glory, striking with a colder and sharper blade.

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"Strike!" Yelled the instructor over the mountain pass, the thousands below him striking and dodging, parrying and lunging forward with their axes, spears and shields. The famed berserker 'blood teeth' stood among them, walking slowly between the ranks and spotting those with potential. His hair stood in great long spikes, held together with thick grease and dark blood. 

It was nearing the afternoon, and none would sleep until all had been assessed.

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[b]Training is under way of the least veteran ranks.
Minerals found in the red mountains.
Large force moves to the southern tip of the mountain range across the sea, 1 point spent on improving relations with the natives of the land.
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