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Current This is probably going to be my character for an RP about Space Pirates: imgur.com/1tIgW0k
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9 yrs ago
Ever oversleep your alarm by eleven hours?
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9 yrs ago
Sleep was invented by the communists to reduce the time we spend active.
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9 yrs ago
That awkward moment when you glimpse a dog stylist advertisement and before you realize what it is, you assume it's an ad to raise awareness about animal cruelty.
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A friend introduced me to a site called nanowrimo.org Technically a novel-writing site but they seem to have useful stuff for writing in general in the forums.
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Bah humbug.
They both lead horse riders across continents to conquer everything in their path(though for different reasons).


Wait a minute. Are you saying Genghis Khan was NOT fleeing a demon horde?
Looking forward to how Quinn and Erickson interact.
Sounds reasonable.
Name: The Grand Empire of Eilíras

Flag: A snarling gray wolf's head over two crossed red swords with a green background.

Population: 1,700,000

Location:The Easternmost provinces on the map.

Cities: Their capital in the Middle Province of Giaphearion is named Líren. The main city in the Northern Province of Chiocilan is named Adrauvale. The main city in the Southern Province of Vioderus is named Efrawood. The main city in the Eastern Province of Echeanon is named Frenard.

Resources: Metals, ores, dyes and minerals. Reasonable lumber but the cold harsh climate limits farmland and the growing season.

Luxuries: The luxury most prevalent is fur. The Eilirians are also known for their marvelous tapestries.

Government Type: Absolute Monarchy.

Economy Type: Militaristic.

Leaders and Generals: The God-King Miraltheus Drarethlo, the Nobility, various appointed authorities.

Culture Description: The gloomy weather permeates the citizens to some extent and they are a grim, stoic folk who usually only smile on special occasions or if they like the cold and the dark. Their religion consists of twenty-two major deities of which some folk honor their favorites or the ones they most fear, they also believe in countless minor deities and non-god beings of power such as demons, Devils and the Treborrim (essentially independent creatures of goodness who do their best to counter the fiends) :

Loyalty is the priority value of the society and takes many forms from the loyalty of a ruler to his subjects (and vice versa), the loyalty to one's family (top priority, NEVER threaten the royal family), loyalty to friends and so on. Ambition is encouraged and other than the aristocracy's positions and the ruler's place, the people have the chance to rise as high as they like, the nobles are not the only authorities the King delegates important tasks to. In the sense of true art, the Eilirians specialize in tapestries that tell tales of both fiction and the past (sometimes blurring the two together). These tapestries depict not only Eilirian deeds but also those of anyone they learn the history of. While most are literate, the tapestries are their way of creating art and preserving history and stories for future generations. (The two are clearly labeled as fact or fiction, just in case.) Other than the tapestries, they pride themselves on craftsmanship, especially of armor and weaponry. Each set of equipment is designed for both practicality and visual effect whether the effect be intimidation, beauty, inspiration or anything else. The punishment of heinous crimes is especially harsh and even sadistic as the Rulers tend to hire the punishers with "points for creativity" and use a "Wheel of Punishment" with all manner of nasty fates as they believe that the more terrifying the punishment, the less likely the crime is to be repeated. This is only used for heinous crimes and minor offenses would be dealt with far more gently. Gladiator fighting is a favorite sport of the people with the fighters being heinous criminals who were lucky on the wheel, free folk fighting for gold and miscellaneous types. Another important thing about the culture is the mutual respect for one another. Both genders are equal, the Eilirians couldn't give a lump of minotaur dung about one's sexuality, they are a diverse people with many physical descriptions, their religion is rather tolerant as they have countless minor deities and just view other faiths as venerating favored minor deities although monotheistic religions put them off a little, lastly there is some understanding between youth and elder. Those who violate the respect somehow, whether they be bigots or braggarts or bullies often find themselves as the target of endless upstaging and mean-spirited pranks. It is okay to have a healthy ego however.

Military Trait: Warrior Culture- The Eilirians can produce well-equipped and and well-trained soldiers in a timelier fashion.

Civil Trait: Teamwork- With their social structure and values of loyalty and respect, the Eilirians face less internal conflict and are a united, dedicated force.

Flaw Trait: Harsh Land- The cold and the soil reduce their agricultural growth and as such they desire more land to prevent famine from causing massive damage.

History: Long ago, a band of like-minded folk from various lands decided they were rather fed up with their current kingdoms and wished to live differently. So, they traveled to what would become Eilíras and founded Líren. They all would have perished if not for the leadership of a stranger named Drarethlo. The stranger taught them how to rule their land and left an heir. Afterwards, he wandered away into the snow to who knows where. Because of this, the Eilirians believe he was a minor deity who saw fit to save them and let them become the seeds of greatness. As such, none question the authority of the descendants of Drarethlo for gratitude and fear of divine retribution. The land they founded their realm in was also a dangerous one full of beasts and hostile locals. However, using skills taught to them by Drarethlo, they were able to defeat their foes and expand. They are particularly proud of their edge of the world status believing it leaves them an excellent position to expand ever westward.
I think we should do this Civ style and start at the beginning and progress with tech and such. I'd love a dash (or excess) of magic although it isn't necessary.
The refugees from Tar Sequinus were also received with open arms and condolences. However, Nieldun had Meriel watch the interactions between the refugees from Tar Sequinus and the ones from Wolastra to see if their accommodations needed some space in between. The two nations had some bad blood between them. The soldiers were led to the quartermasters to get their equipment. Nieldun was surprised at how willing King Fabricus was to send soldiers to assist Wolastra or aid in a crusade against the Shadows. Fabricus was certainly a better man than his father. He faced outright genocide against his people by a foe with a depressing numeric advantage yet he was keeping his cool and being brave and noble. Nieldun, with Queen Marianna's in tow, went to greet King Fabricus's family with a similar greeting. Once both were following, he led them to his citadel and showed them the guest rooms where they would be staying for however long they needed to.

Dear King Fabricus,
The feast's premature ending was of course understandable. I will protect your family as if they were my own. I thank you for your blessing of luck. May both Grimnos the Planner and Magrim the Valiant watch over you as you fight for your homeland. Best of luck and may your sword hand never fail you.
The refugees are welcomed and their needs are looked after. Nieldun is back and pleased with how Nasvell handled things in his absence, but has other, far more pressing matters that need attention. He gives a sad smile while reading how the Wolastran forces are doing as he knows that the Domani have numbers to spare and the supplies will not last forever. If it were not for his own people's safety and that of the refugees, he would be sorely tempted to ride, well maybe not ride as that was the Domani specialty not the Nastrondi, into battle to help Wolastra. Strange how the brief alliance due to a contract had left him feeling sentimental. He supposed he couldn't help admiring a brave underdog. No matter. He had to pull himself together and invade the Shadowlands for the good of all as it was uncertain how long he could support the refugees with Nastrond's unforgiving lands. The army now numbered 310,000 soldiers loyal to his cause although 60,000 of those were not as mighty as the others. The Stygian Iron equipment would be ready soon and he would learn if the Shadows would bow or die if confronted with the greatest (mostly) human warriors that ever lived! Maybe sometime later he would avenge his...friend? But, until then, there would be Shadows to conquer and Demons to face. Now, the relatives of Queen Marianna were nobility with high standards and would be offended if he did not personally greet them. So, he walked to the three and spoke. "Greetings. I am King Nieldun. I wish we did not have to meet under these circumstances but we are so welcome to the land of Nastrond. Shall I escort you to where you will be staying?"
Never fun when that happens.
This will probably be extremely bloody.
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