1. Noice. I knew quite well things were full, but I kept to my promise to Cap'n and threw in expecting to be a reserve player. Good to see it didn't go to waste, although I was happy to have written it out either way. Was an enjoyable exercise.

2. Plate armor is a keepsake of the source material in earlier RP in a different format, a bunch of bootleg Warhammer Fantasy Chaos Warriors, with demons swapped out for magimutant dragon-men and gribbly gods swapped out for a mythical and possibly-dead, Smaug-tier dragon. I considered dropping down the armoring down to plated mail as in Iran, India, or for somewhere more relevantly Nordic, Rus, but it just didn't feel right not to have a proper big tin can man. I went for meteoric iron- it may or may not have been supplemented in crafting with telluric iron, a terrestrial equivalent of naturally metallic alloy, which ordinary people and scientists both thought was just another form of meteoric iron 'til some of them noted the sharp edges and corners, which would've worn down in atmospheric entry- because it's the most plausible to be cold-worked, and an excellent way to get high quality steel in hot work without overmuch understanding of alloying or the technical basis for blast furnaces (as in Europe) or for selective crushing and picking of ore (as in Japan.) Naturally has a bit of nickel and carbon worked into it. Perfect stuff to last through the ages, especially if kept in a cool, relatively dry cavern beneath a human construction.

3. Throw together a PM discussion, and whatever needs to be roughed out can be roughed out. From what I'd seen in their sheets and more importantly the OP hider for the Tribes- I'll look over again, mind- there were no explicit clans or tribes, so all I had to go on was an unfilled number, which I could squeak the Lindings into. Lots of nice folklore in Shikoba's sheet, though, giving an impression of a great deal of lore as extant in-world even as it may be yet to be written in a fleshed-out way. I like that kind of imagination baiting. Rare's sheet for Mathis is entirely open-ended, casus belli to pull out information where necessary- colored by southron perspective- about locales the party may arrive at, but does not itself contain such. At some point, the full list of the other five main tribes beside the Lindings ought to be written, codified and canonized.

4. Dragon-lording is plainly mythical and open-ended, as I wasn't sure if dragons were intelligent like men or merely very clever animals, like dogs or apes. And in regards to what it said of dragons by extension, it might be pure metaphor, human attribution of anthropomorphism where there is none, and a means to insert a myth-snippet of invented history. It might have been a myth-snippet suggesting an actual and himself largely bestial dragon in the far past of the Lindings, that somehow arrived into a semi-symbiotic relationship of sacrifices in exchange for 'protection,' or rather, said dragon's territorial defense of its easy food source in abundant deer in the thickets and aurox cattle of the more pastoral Lindings in the few flats, and 'wisdom,' in the form of magic mushrooms derived from dragon dung growth instead of cowpatty and being thusly stronger, actually magical, even. Thus, their myths, culture, and the tone regarding Tuarung that speaks of him as semi-sapient. Or it may be suggesting that a proper, sapient being of a non-degenerated line, fitting in entirely with the god-men, dwarves, elves and giants of the rest of the open-ended myth, whom actually allied himself with the Lindings in the prehistory of the game world and taught legitimate esoterica, with the mushrooms as a conjured medium that survived to this day, a lineage that Tuarung is not a member (at least not a non-degenerated one) and so is the lording still a metaphor even in that case. 

All that is confirmed about the Lindings' myths is that there's some really old hereditary armor, a big hammer for ringing big things, and a dinner gong the size of most of a large castle tower's upper floor, suspended in open air by chains as wide as cows and as thick as men. And at some point, some nonsense left them with the impression of dragons as natural sovereigns over the material world, thus anthropomorphizing Tuarung in-sheet, whether or not his forebears were actually sapient.


[quote=@Fat Boy Kyle]I particularly like that your history seems very Tolkien-esque.[/quote]

I'm glad you got that vibe, because a bastardized half-approximation of a mythical feel, Tolkienish or Prose Edda-ish- going so far in the former case as to crib Smaug's boast in intentional homage- is exactly what I was going for, both in the writing style of the middle half onward and the events themselves. The kind of thing you'd find in a mediocre fanfiction about such-and-such OC group of First/Second Age men, written on blue-line notebook paper and haphazardly tucked into the back end of a dog-eared copy of the Silmarillion, yeah?