Also for the names. It works the same way as the crows of Reathos. They can see the Soul's True Name. Which cannot be changed through conventional magic. Should a shapeshifter turn into a wolf for example, then even in his wolf form the True Name would remain above him. Maybe through divine intervention the name could change? I'll leave that open for debate for now. But that's pretty much the only use it has. Recognition. In Egyptian culture the True Name meant that whoever knew your True Name could completely control you (Isis did this to Ra IIRC). But that would be VERY overpowered. So that is NOT how this will go.
Raethos is about to realize he made a mistake in creating a race like the Pronobii in such a way. I've already thought of 2 curses that Kyre could use on them, making them a lot easier to deal with for the other races, and much, much harder for them to even begin 'the great purge'.
What are you planning to do with my babies >.> The great purge of Galbar (and/or Arcon) MUST happen! It will be the great flood of the planet!
...question; how are the Pronobi already this advanced if they don't have something as simple as fire. Like, to make something grand, like a temple, I imagine you'd need tools, architecture, masonry, rope... a few pretty more significant technologies. So, ignoring a written language.... how are they so far ahead when no god has bothered to teach them the basics?
They make everything through cryomancy? Though granted the arena thingie might be a little hard to pull off. Concidering ice ain't that hard to break rocks. But they are made of ice, so why fire? They literally shape the ice around them into the shapes they want. Obviously, it takes a little while to refine it all. Don't think those temples and dwellings are anything fancy. The statues are crude (might detail that better). The 'temple' ain't that big either.
I'm starting to see some people disliking the great (maybe too great?) advances of my people. If Kho decides that they grow too fast then I'll rewrite the post. (FYI this is literally the end of them growing for 2 turns are Reathos will let the first incarnation of Nimeuh die and doing some other stuff. The Pronobii are an unnatural race so they don't develop on their own.)
Okay, either way, its not a full fledged language yet right? For example, do they have names for each one of the colours on the aurora above or the different starts in the sky? Your post gave me the impression of a holy script that had yet to be learned fully. Furthermore, we can always play with the time anyway, or I will just change my overall idea or do it for everyone else.
It's by far not a fully fledged language. The Pronobii are a very objective orientated race. So they only developed words related to combat. And to praising Reathos with their little prayer. Things like color are forms of vain art, which the Pronobii see no use of. They also learned the names, simply because that is the main source of the glyphs. Finally they have words for 'to kill', 'to fight', 'to harm','to die', 'to battle', 'to strike', 'will', honour'. Nothing beyond the realm of fighting. And they will most likely not continue beyond those kind of words.
@Legion02 Written language? Far too soon man, far far far too soon. I'm not Kho to talk about rules or anything, but it would help me a lot if you didn't do that, considering my next action would be making refined oral Languages on the first place o_o
Maybe just don't consider it "writen" yet, just proto-writen since knowing names doesn't mean a whole lenguage was created....
Maybe? I'll let Kho decide on this one cause if I have to chance that, a big part of my post has to chance.
For the longest time did Reathos remain with the Pronobii. Through Nimueh he guided them, made them rise from the pathetic fearful creatures as he found them to the proud fighters they were now. Even in her old age, Nimueh was greatly respected by among the Pronobii. Her stories about the Lands Beyond Ice turned into legends and myths of the Pronobii. However, for now, they were not allowed beyond the snow. So the only source about the world were Reathos’ stories.
But it did appear that Vestec had other plans. The sly god of corruption must have gotten his hands on some Pronobii. Promising them far more bloodshed if they followed him. The God of Death had placed them in such a barren wasteland so rarely a living creature would encounter them. He did not count on a god’s influence. So when he heard of the disappearance of a few of his valued children, he was outraged. If the existence of the Pronobii, and more important, their purpose, be revealed to the world, no doubt the other gods would smite them into extinction. To protect them, he blessed his own children. The blessing was nothing physical. But it hardened their resolve for the Great Purge. It great reduced the ability of other gods to influence a Pronobis. While not entirely impossible, it might require said god to break the frozen creature first. Mentally broken creatures could rarely remember where they came from. So the Great Purge would remain safe.
In the meantime the Pronobii, whose only reason of existence was to fight, swiftly developed various other ways of finishing off others. Through cryomancy they became creative in their dangerous arts. Suddenly more than crude blades and staves appeared on the hallowed battle-arena. Some smaller blades, daggers. Others used spikes on their fists. Even with the traditional, basic weaponry the Pronobii had developed other techniques. They constantly used their favored weapon against other weapons. Developing ways to counter them. Thus the various ‘Ways of Battle’ were developed.
While weapons were refined, so were defenses. The mere shield was not good enough anymore. It took away a hand, which could else be filled with a weapon. So they placed the shield on the arm itself. Armor was formed, negating full frontal blows. Answers were formed to both the swift and dangerous knives, as well as the brutally crushing force of the warhammers. Slowly suits of icy scales were formed. Which easily deflected strikes of a blade.
The fighting culture itself also developed. What first started as a brutal heap of vicious, near-constant fighting now slowly turned into honorable combat. Certain rules were agreed upon. This to mostly persuade all Pronobii to fight each other head-on. This to maximize the ability to take lessons out of the duel. Obviously things like strength or agility were gaining great value within the arena.
When a group of Pronobii are engaged in combat, they do not care for hail, snow, storm, or rain. Indeed, only the battle is what matters, which often leads to spectacular events to witness. In fact, two Pronobii going at one another in the night, while a torrent of rain pours down on them and lightning flashes briefly illuminate the harsh warriors could be counted as one of the most breathtaking things to witness in these ancient times. But when it came to resting, thinking, developing new weapons and armor, weather and the environment more often disturbed the thinkers of the Pronobii. They had to protect themselves from the world. Through their cryomancy a whole range of dwellings rose. Most kept it simple, a roof supported by icy beams. The very presence of the Pronobii assured that the beams would remain the extremely cold temperature they needed to keep their strength.
And thus the Pronobii kept on developing in great strides. Becoming stronger, better and faster. The art of cryomancy advanced greatly in the shaping of weapons. Even to the point that some created chains with blades at the end of them. The chainblades were particularly vicious in the hands of a master. However, the second, smaller gift of Reathos was not neglected. The Pronobii started asking what the signs above their heads meant. It was written in strange glyphs, things they could not read. Eventually Reathos felt that it was time to reveal the truth.
One faithful night he summoned them to an opening in the tundra. Several moons shone in the sky. The place was bathed in the faint glow of a full moon. “What you see are your True Names. Beings like you, whom can think and act beyond their primal instincts, all are granted a soul. This very thing carries your True Name. You cannot hide it, change it, or destroy it. The Glyphs you see are True Signs. The language of your very soul.”
“How do you speak it?” Reathos was surprised by this question. He did base his creations, his children, off humans. But he did not think that their curiosity would have been taken over. Never the less, he taught them how to speak and write it. Every night they gathered with great numbers in the clearing. Forming glyphs on icy tablets. Thus the Pronobii were taught how to read and write his people. It took many nights, but time was a futile thing for a god. Only the body of Nimueh had to stay alive so he could teach them. And she would not die just yet.
Over day some things kept changing too. As new generations were born, the old began to fade. But they refused to be forgotten. Most of them had fought great battles against one another. Even Nimueh had to agree that some champion’s tales should remain. Those who made the dwellings reckoned that they could form ice in their likeness. The greater the honor of a Pronobis, the closer his statue was made to the center of the village, where the arena was. These crude statues often bore the names of the champion below the feet. But the champions of the arena were not satisfied yet. On their own they shaped on the back their own tale. Commemorating their most valiant battle.
The Pronobii were quite grateful to Reathos. He had given them much and even more. And he never asked anything in return, except that they would use their gifts to their fullest extend and that they would prepare for the Great Purge that would one day come. To show their gratitude they went out at night. However, Reathos as a god fully knew what they were doing. Yet he kept silent of his knowledge. In the meantime the Pronobii kept building. At first they dug a pit within the ground. With many months of work they smoothed the stone floor and walls. On top of it, they placed a great many plinths ready for future great warriors. Stairs were chopped out of the stone that descended into the arena. On the northern wall they built a throne in the shadow of a frozen tiled roof. The roof was held by 4 statues, while just behind the throne stood a statue of Nimeuh herself. The Great Prophet. Surrounding the large arena they placed great hall-like dwellings. Only supported by columns, not walls. The halls had but a singular purpose. To teach the different Arts of Battle to the new generations.
Reathos played his act rather well when he was shown the Arena-temple. First shock, then gratefulness. But he had prepared for this moment. To baptize the great place they made for him, he sat on the throne and used just a small bit of influence to turn the very throne he sat on pitch black. Only when he sat down on the throne did he notice that the side of the throne relative to the arena was higher. All around him the Pronobii took to the knee and in union said: “We praise the Great Prophet Nimueh. We praise the Great God Reathos. By his will we live. By his command we fight. By his hand we are protected. By his voice we learn. Ag suam lorgos nu reuhm y libris.” The final words were spoken in the language Reathos had taught them. The True Glyphs. Only then did he realize that he never heard them speak the language outside his lessons. It would have appeared that they must consider the very language holy. As their very god taught them.
The Pronobii are guided to even greater heights with guidance of Reathos, through the First Incarnation of Nimeuh, the Great Prophet. They gained: - fighting styles - advanced melee weapons - advanced melee defenses - honour - basic dwellings - written language - monuments - religion - temple building
- 2 Might spent for 8 FPs - 9 FPs for: fighting styles, advanced melee weapons, advanced melee defenses, honour, dwellings, written language, monuments, religion, temple building - 1 Might spent to decrease other gods' influence over the Pronobii
Interacting With:@Lady Amalthea via text Location: Alex's room Alex knew who Belle was. Sort of. She was his roommate but with the busy days he ran he seldom saw her. It was almost impossible for him to realize that Belle had ‘dibs’ on Rose, but he was okay with it. As was evident by the smile on his face. Apparently at least one person was getting absorbed by the group from the very start. He had little doubt that at some point he’d get his place among the people too. But if his past was any indication of the future, then it would take just a little more time than Rose required.
He put the phone away and grabbed his closed bag. His attire was as typical Alex as it ever could be. A loose fitting jeans, nothing tight or showing his rather athletic figure. The gray t-shirt was a little tighter, hinting and the muscles underneath it. But he doubted that anyone would see him in just a t-shirt and jeans. Over it, he kept quite a baggy hoody. It completely hid his shape. It was far from fashionable attire, but it was very comfortable and that was all he ever needed. His short hair was a somehow still a mess, and no amount of combing would help it. The 3 days old beard did fit him well though.
His keys were on his desk, next to a PC. The thing was rarely shut down. Even at night it was running, constantly get fed statics and diagnostics from the company’s servers and programs. At night he simply turned off the screen. But now he felt obligated to turn the poor thing down. After a quick scan of the stats he finally shut it down. Suddenly the room felt a lot quieter than he remember. Even though the computer made nearly no sound at all. He then grabbed his keys and bags and walked towards the door.
But stopped right in front of it. If he was going with his own car, he’d be alone in it for a few hours. Only then did he realize he hadn’t been alone, undistracted, for more than an hour or two. One name flashed through his head: Julie. Her name would go through his head a lot more often if he didn’t do anything about it. Going alone was not an option. With a quick move he pulled his phone out again. Tas. It was a longshot. He didn’t know the girl, which wasn’t really a problem. But she didn’t know him. That did feel like an issue. Never the less, she was his only escape now, so he just took a leap of faith.
Name: Jurgen Lagram Age: 25 Gender: Male Appearance:
History: Jurgen was not the most social of people. When growing up he had trouble making friends, mostly because he seemed quite happy just on his own. Reading comic books or watching cartoons. Initially it seemed like a concern. Anti-social behavior in these times is greatly frowned upon. However, Jurgen seemed to pull through. He got a few good friends and enjoyed their company from time to time. In Highschool he started programming together with 3 other people. This is where Jurgen discovered his talent. It wasn't so much as programming as it was problem solving. Jurgen's brain seemed to keep thinking about everything non-stop. He got ideas, developed them and even tested them before he put them on paper. As a result, his programs were rather failproof.
As programmer, Jurgen was expected to earn a fair amount of money. However he is rather greedy. When he gets a grand he wants two. Soon he realized that any legal way to gain money was rigged. If he earned 1.500 his boss got 15.000 and he did not like that. So he counter rigged the game. He installed several backdoors in the accountancy program the company he worked for developed. Sadly he was caught. To keep the thrust of the customers he was forced to quite his job, or face jailtime. Most of his work was removed. Most, but not all. To this day he can access several firms' network through the program.
The idea of an illegal hack suited him. On the Deepnet he found a wealth of information on all matter of subjects. The Syndicate recruited him through that way.
Skills: - Expert hacker (not the matrix way) - Programmer - Clever - Psychopath - Strategist/planner - Learned a great deal from the internet (even some explosive recipes)
Flaws: - Not the smoothest of talkers - Psychopath - Not really trustworthy - Was never in a fight - Can't handle guns - Can't handle knives
Vices: - Is looked down on by Knox Inc. The company he used to work for. - Insomniac
Occupation: Hacker/Jobless Theme Song: Will add later
It may look now that he's deeply flawed but his cleverness will most likely be his strongest point and should not be underestimated.
@Legion02 Quick clarification. Nat is what people call Natalya. Tas is Natasha, the character that vanished. Know it's confusing since their names are close.
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