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Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

He rubbed his hands together and nodded. "As the lady wishes." he said, then clapped his hands together. A ball of fire emitted around his hands, and then he pointed his palms at the frozen hot tub. Roaring fire flew from his fingertips and melted the ice. In fact, it began to steam from how hot it got. "Hey, looks good enough to use already." he announced, surprised.
@Wick

🦄 The Best Exotic

Alcander Mires

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Location: Best Exotic Hotel, dining area.
Interacting with: Himself, Jaya, @Salrynn@Aewin

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Al slipped past the group and made his way into town, opening up the buttons on his shirt and letting the warm air and sun warm him up from the inside. The grecian stepped back into the hub-bub of daily Indian life, traversing crowds and farm animals, keeping his distance from traffic. He smiled at himself as he walked, leaving his fellow hotel mates behind. He was doing what he did best, he thought with a certain melancholy. Doing things that were of no import to others but, he enjoyed them. And at the end of the day, he knew it was what was important. Suddenly he had an inspiration. He found his way into a familiar neighborhood, and decided he'd go visit a friend.

A small store connected to an abandoned apartment loomed along the street, ramshackle but sturdy. It was right across from a local food mart. Half the time Alcander walked in and no one else was in there, which explained how excitable the owner was if Al presented any kind of business. Paraphernalia were stacked behind the big windows, just below the John Wayne and Terminator 2 poster covers. Al stepped into Jaya's junk shop.

The owner of the store, Jaya, was at the latter half of middle age. He had a wrinkled but happy face, always. Alcander enjoyed hanging out with him. In fact he loved doing that with many of the locals, like Ananya. He found how different they were amusing, but not in a mocking way. It was quite endearing how polite and unapologetically themselves they often were.

"My fiend, Al! Yes! Yes! Come in!" he said, making his way out of the back counter and heading over to Alcander. The thing about Jaya was that he could be a bit handsy. He grabbed Alcander by the shoulders as he spoke. "Yes yes. Good morning to you, friend!" he said, and placed his arm around Alcander's shoulder, presenting the store to him as if Al had never been there before. "Many things! Many things for you today!"
"I'm not made of money, Jaya." he said, pulling away and smiling. "No matter! No matter! Always glad have you here. Help me english, yes yes." Jaya answered.

The room was filled with what most people would consider junk. Shelves along the walls and shelves for makeshift aisles were stacked full of various trinkets, movies, comics, books. Most of it was extremely outdated, as if Alcander had walked back into the 1980's. Jaya's words slipped into Al's ears as he started to survey the room. He never thought he'd think it, but he needed to take Jaya's example. He'd thumb through his language dictionary when he made it back to the hotel.

As he waded through the piles of things, he found a particularly old spiderman comic from the 1960's. He reached over and held it gingerly. It looked like it could sell for an huge price back in the states. "How have you been, friend Al?" Jaya asked him as the young man put the comic down. He walked around some more, dark eyes gazing to and fro nonchalantly. "I have a birthday coming up." he replied. "Oh, friends to celebrate with?" Jaya asked. "Maybe a few." he said, not even sure if he was telling the truth with that statement. "I have pretty girl for you. I introduce!" Alcander smiled to himself. "I'd rather get a discount on something here..."
"Ooooooh" Jaya said, shaking his head. "This I cannot do. You see friend, when a man owns store-"

As he spoke, Alcander took another step, but before his foot hit the ground, he saw something within the pile of 1970's action flicks. "What?" he asked aloud. That was odd in and of itself. He was often inquisitive but never vocal about it. But now... he reached forward, lifting up a copy of the 2013 Riddick movie. Region 1 DVD. It wasn't even opened yet, made in this past decade and everything! "Jaya, where'd you get this?" Al asked, interrupting the man who seemed to be talking more to himself than Al. The owner made his way over. "Oh, this new."
"How did you get this?" Jaya hesitated, looking for the word. "...Borrowed."

"What? You borrowed this?" Al asked incredulously. "Man came in store week ago. Told me he borrowed this from friend, sell it to me." "Who was it?" Jaya shrugged. "Never seen him before." he replied, then beamed. "You like? 200 Rupees, just for you."
Alcander knew that this thing had to have been stolen, but he doubted Jaya did it. He got the vibe Jaya would do most anything for more Rupees, but theft wasn't something Al expected exactly. He'd get it for himself, but he seemed to be out of Region 1 DVD players. "I might be back for this." he said to Jaya. The owner nodded his square head. "Yes yes, you come back!" he exclaimed. Despite his mellow mood, Al couldn't help but converse a bit more with the bubbly store owner before he made his way further into town.

Once he grew tired of walking, he decided to relax a bit and headed back to the hotel. He found himself in his room before long, deciding to sit next to the ledge that overlooked the small gardens and plaza, taking out his English to Hindi dictionary and studying it. After a few hours, he felt like he had two things down straight. "Namaste aap kaise hain," as well as "Achchha aap kaise hain." He repeated them over and over to himself, closing his eyes and feeling the breeze of the day, the waves of his black hair swaying in the breeze. Suddenly his stomach broke the calming sound of the breeze. He put the book down and made his way downstairs to run straight into a...

"Goat." he said outloud. His face twisted up in confusion as a goat gently bumped into his hip, before baying and running amok once more. Areum and Ananya he saw scrambling to get it. "Hey!" he called to them as they ran around. "What's going on?" Hands in his pockets and shirt unbottoned, he'd look completely relaxed if not for his incredulous expression.

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Thangoradrim

Thangoradrim

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Location/Geography

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Thangoradrim is a heavily wooded and hilly region, with rocks and creeks aplenty along the landscape to the east. To the west, isolated mountains that contain iron, copper, and nickle are highly prized and settled by the local clans. Highlands and foothills around them are rich in clay and tin. The mountains hold 2 other valuable metals found nowhere else in the world, Baldr and Valdium. They also contain the great Musk Ox for clan mounts, predators like the Mountain bears of incredible size, and the venerable Drabarians. The mountains lead to watchtower clad foothills, that further lead into small farm lands and field that connect to the dangerous forest of Thangorad. The forest teems with huge beasts and perilous hills, such as Drumlins and Tors. Perilous because men unused to the forest often find it so thick that they fall off cliff edges or into deep creeks without them even knowing until they plunge. Storm Wolves, canines the size of ponies, are held in esteem and semi domesticated (Thanes use them for mounts) by the forest clans. To see a wild one heralds doom, though doom to the Thangoradrim or to their enemies, remains to be seen. The Eald Cabhaig River is vast and stretches across Thangorad forest, effectively splitting it in two. Eald Cabhaig is the source of most wetlands and creeks that slither over the landscape. There is a vast network of caverns beneath Thangor forest. Stone Trolls inhabit both these caves, and make homes in the mountains. Trollslayers are held in high esteem. The southern most portion of Thangoradrim is lowlands that are patrolled by clans with the small amount of horsemen they have.

General Introduction

Thangoradrim is a collection of Hunter/Warrior clans, ruled over by Thanes, who are in turn beholden to a High Thane. They are a proud and strong people, taking their fatalistic view of the world at large with admirable stoicism. They regard tales of War and Heroism highly, often asking young boys if they will grow to be "Fell men of good deeds." The people respect hard work greatly, especially work done by craftsmen. The Thangors are deeply traditional, yet give fair respect to all who give it in return. Despite their belief in hands on work being the most important kind, story tellers, poets, and song writers are in high demand and greatly enjoyed. The men of Thangoradrim pride themselves on being free men and warriors born, for who else could brave the woods of Thangorad but they? Who else were blessed by the Dragon, Broxxigar when the world was young? Who else was shown how to shape Valdium and Baldr? They will guard their land, await Broxxigar's return, and remain steadfast, even before the gates of hell and the unmaking of the world.

History

While every Clan has an honored scribe, most of the nation tells their history through oral stories. Some scholars believe that Thangoradrim was founded by refugees that had a shared history with the kingdom of Baile, but the Thangors have a different story. They tell of their people hailing from the Isles of Nal'thaggrasil. The men there were thralls to to Thaggs, giant beings of untold power who used the men for their labor and entertainment. It wasn't until the Dragonflights, lead by Broxxigar the Fiery, unchained them and sunk the island into the sea. Wherever they came from, what is known is that great ships of wood clad with shields landed on the southern portion of modern day Zhodul. Their ships were in disrepair, with claw and teeth marks upon their hulls. The men would only mutter about great sea creatures and storms, not bothering to explain. They clove their way into the southern forest that bordered the mountains and desert. This led to the meeting of the Eloians, and the war Thangoradrim would call the "Blooded" conflict (for it being their first good scrap since landing on the mainland) or "War of the Glades."
Thangor scouts commented on how odd looking the Eloians looked to them, meaning no offense. They were attacked, noted here.
Without raising voices or arms against them, these horse men charged and fired upon us. A welcome fight to break in this new and harsh wilderness! It was not until a year later and many bodies of our foes staining the forested ground did we realize what they protected from us so vigorously. The Sacred Glades. If they had merely told us, we would have given fair and respectful distance. But this attack upon our persons and honor could not be ignored, and we drove the horsemen out of these lands and claimed it for our own. What a glorious time it was!
Step by bloody step, with stern faces and strong arms, the Thangors gained ground, throwing their new enemies into the desert to die. As they settled into their new home of peril, the first Druids were formed when they discovered the Fey spirits that surrounded the Glades. They made pacts with the spirits of the forest, pledging to always respect this sacred ground, and to protect the forest from outsiders. In return, the spirits gave each Thane a Storm Wolf companion, solidifying their pact. The Fey allowed the Thangors to make homes, small roads, and even gifted them with Valdium or "Moon Metal."
The new conquerors ventured west, making their way into the mountains and coming into contact with the venerable Drabarians. They too awaited for the end of all things, and for Forgenhalst return (known as Broxxigar to them). The two warrior cultures became fast allies, and the Drabarians helped the Thangors shape and wield weapons of Baldr. When they had reached the western sea once more, and it awakened a long forgotten feeling in their hearts. The Exploration Guild was formed within a decade, and with the vast resources of timber and metal, ships were quickly created.
Fyrd Ships were wrought. Huge war vessels built for speed, recrafted for use in exploration. While passion was in their hearts, they weren't spurred into action again until they met the emissaries of Hamleton. These new peoples and their tales of exploration were enough to make Thangoradrim their steadfast friends, and the Tnagors gifted them vessels made from their best shipwrights. They wee just about to explore before they were attacked...
From the depths of the caverns beneath Thangor forest they had just begun to traverse, spewed forth a new and savage enemy. With moss green and dirt stained brown skin, akin to burnt leather, they would forever be known as the Gundarogs. These fierce creatures stood 5 feet tall, with wiry muscle and rat like teeth. Wielding black iron scimitars and spears, they surged into the above ground and tore apart all in their way. The creatures used monstrous Trolls as their shock troops.
They would have been too sudden and ferocious for most anyone. But the warriors of Thangoradrim simply un sheathed their weapons, and fought undeterred and unshaken. With a grim determination, shields and axes in hand, they clove through the vanguard of the Gundarogs and went into a 20 year campaign of systematically exterminating the infectious race. Many brave warriors and wolf companions fell, but heroes were born, and through the adversity, the city of Thangoradrim was formed at the moment of their victory. Songs were written, feasts were held, and tunnel fights were formed from the hearty men. They now began to map the underground system of caverns for their own use, and to this day the sighting of a Gundarog is a once in a decade affair.
Licking their wounds, regaining control of their forest from the beasts, making settlements there and in the mountains, creating watch towers along the plains and foothills, planting farms and establishing their kingdom, Thangoradrim is now a soveriegn nation recognized by all. In recent years, they have sailed to distant lands, making an alliance and everlasting friendship with the clans of Kashar. They have begun to search for new places to make settlements, and trade has been/will soon become established with other nations. Roads that helps travelers moving from north to south are now in the planning process, under the protection of Thangoradrim and their warrior might.

Government & Society

The High Thane rules over all, unquestioned in times of total war, but often leaves the organization and leadership of individual clans to their respective local Thanes. Every Thane has a Druid advisor that resides in huts beside their sacred Glades.
The High Thane, and in turn, the Thanes, are often chosen by blood relations. However, the Thangors have a loose system reminiscent of a republic. They meet in moots within the glades, and vote to decide who will rule next. To them, they believe that blood holds the strength of the previous Thane and often do not question the succession from father to son. However, if the son in question is seen as weak or unintelligent, they will vote him out. Other than Succession, moots can be formed and created for various other decisions, though the High Thane is often not in question during them. He would do wise to listen to them, however. Druids get votes just as Thanes and clan mates do. Women and Slaves (more like indentured servants, who are indebted to another and choose to work in order to pay off their debt) are allowed property, freedom, and weapons just as any other. Often times, Fyrds (small warbands) are formed to destroy threats, gain/protect land, or even to settle disagreements between clans.
Beofric Dormgrad is High Thane, residing in his great hall of Stone, Baldr, and Timber within the city of Thangoradrim, located atop a particularly large Drumlin hill that gives an incredible vantage point over the forest. The city itself is both atop and within the stone cliff, lit with great braziers and adorned with bronze and carved art upon Wyrdwood.
The Clans Cladheim, Forgod, Déorhidh, and Thaggar reside in the forest of Thangor. Clans Bryne and Brimrad live along the coasts and create great ships for exploration and war. Clans Horthaig and Ardabeorg reside within the mountains and highlands. Clan Dunbryte patrols the plains to the South, bordering between Thangor forest and the desert of the Eloians.

Think of something like this:

Drabarians

Humanoids with the faces of Dragons, Dratarians or "Dragon men" live in small holdfasts in the western mountains. Standing fully 7 feet tall, with muscled builds and covered in red, green, or brown scales, they are an imposing people with a similar honor based culture. Their leaders are blessed with tails, and only one Drabarian in 500 years can grow wings. The Drabar claim they await the end of the world, and the herald of the Dragon's return. They send their offspring into the Thangor forest, and cannot come back until they have proof of a heroic kill, such as the tusks of a Demari Boar. They taught the Thangors how to work Baldr and Valdium.

Economy & Industry

Precious metals, stone, and timber, and exotic monster/beast meats are the most abundant and used exports. Between the foothills and forest, and in some rare places of cleared land further east, wheat, potatoes, and various other farming items are grown. This would allow Thangor to survive on its own in war, though it is easier to get their farming foods and horses from more northern nations, and are their most prominent imports. That and Ale, of course. Thangoradrim Ale is a malty, strong ale amber-to-dark red in color. The few brewmasters within the Kingdom are highly regarded and skilled, but are in short supply.
Thangoradrim craftsmen and hunters are often hired by other nations for their skills. Their warriors would be as well, but they tend to see serving other nations with arms as dishonorable (unless allied), when Thangoradrim itself could be attacked at any time by foreign foes or domestic monsters. There is an avid fishing and exploration market with the Clans Bryne and Brimrad (as well as the forest clans along the riverlands, meaning fisherman). The 2 clans in question either transport emissaries of other clans, or do the diplomacy with nations across the Sea. They often bring back hidden treasures from foreign lands, and sometimes a sea monster carcass or two. The High Thane, Heldenhammer Dormgrad has just began to become interested in trade routes and foreign relations, prompting more ships to be made and more exploration and settlement making beyond the previous mild curiosity.

Special resources

Valdium: A silver steel found beneath the sacred glades, Valdium is as strong as well forged iron, half as light, and gives off a faint glow. It cleaves through monster flesh and the flesh of magical beings easier than other metals.
Wyrdwood: A sturdy timber that regenerates into the form that it is carved in, even after it is broken.
Baldr: The more durable substance known to Thangoradrim, and possibly the world. Twice as strong as Valdium, as heavy as Iron, and known to be extremely hard to fall to corrosion or rust. It takes a Drabarian or an extremely strong Thangor blacksmith to shape, and to the uninitiated, forging a sword of Baldr could take a decade.

Military Overview

Being a warlike people, young Thangors practiced with the family weapon as soon as they could walk steadily. By age 10, they were practiced hunters, and by age 14, they could form an effective unit in both the forest/mountain, or southern plain. Their tactics would change with the terrain. For forest combat, the archers would hide in special tree plateaus and fire upon the enemy, and the melee fighters would close in to hack their enemies down. Sometimes they would use clan warriors as distractions, traveling with shields upon their backs and weapons in their hands, acting as if they attempted to remain sneaky. Their archers would then fire on the unsuspecting raiders from above.
Thangors are unrelenting and determined when in battle, holding shield walls and firing upon their enemies when fighting among hills or on flat ground with little forest around them. They tend to maintain a staggered formation when fighting upon their mountains, outmaneuvering opponents less used to such terrain.
The Axe was the most common weapon for clan warriors, though often times it was not the primary armament. Axes are customarily not allowed within the sacred glades, to honor their pact with the forest spirits. Due to their rigid tradition, customarily left behind generally means forbidden or banishment. They have shields customarily, with one handed axes or swords. But they tend to wield two handed weapons such as great swords, or long handled axes with spikes atop them. Or a recurve bow, for a trained archer. Armor is often sturdy and well made chainmail of iron and bronze, with wealthier families using Valdium or Baldr. They cover that with well boiled leather and cloth.
Thangor warriors are renowned for their fierce charges, war drums and shouts, and battle paint they adorn themselves with. While respectful, they are ruthless with their enemies and will pillage freely. Men and women often adorn their hair or beards with the jewelry of those conquered, or will get wargold given to them after performing some great deed.
Thangoradrim has a moderately sized but very efficient and dangerous navy, for their ancestors were shipwrights and seafarers.
Their weakness is their lack of Cavalry. They have a modest one, and those who are enlisted aren't unskilled horseman. They also use Great Musk Oxen and Storm Wolves for mounts, but these exotic beasts are rare and more useful over certain terrain.

Super Units

Drabarian Warriors: Wielding enormous Halberds and Great weapons, the Drabarians are clad in Baldr platemail. This, coupled with their firebreath, and hardened scales, effectively make them walking tanks.
Warwicks: Men who have undergone rituals performed in their Sacred Glades, being infused with the blood of Wolves. They grow a bit taller, a bit stronger, hair covers their bodies, and their heads become far more canine. They can run and leap at great speeds, though they cannot carry weapons and only wear light armor. Their claws and teeth are as deadly as Iron, however.
Dómbeorns: Professional Warriors who both protect and enforce the will of their Thanes. They wear only the finest armor and wield only the best weapons. Often times their scale mail/plate mail armor is made of Valdium or high class Iron, as is their armaments. Even so, martial prowess is not the only factor one needs in order to become a Dómbeorn. The man must have achieve a particular feat of bravery and honor and voted in by a moot before they are given the right to be one of these legendary warriors.

🦄 The Best Exotic

I will post on what Al did that day until the goat shows up during my break at work^^. Or after work if I don't have time for a break

@CharnobyliskI think it'd be fine since we're pretty much just seeing who is and isn't going to deal with the goat running around XD

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Tonight after work I will do my best to fill out my nation's info. I'm tagging everyone who is connected to me via land, and if anyone would like to have a discussion on relations when I am finished, I will tag them as well when I post it.

@Willy Vereb@Sigma@GreivousKhan@Hyperdrive

Also judging from the chat, I think @MonkeyBusiness and I will get along as well

Let sleeping dogs lie.

I shall post after work tonight, lads! (and lass)

Dragon Age: The Uncharted Depths

@ApollosarcherI'm cracking up at Daeron calling Rannon 'boy'

A new arrival! The strongest warrior?

Strongest warrior? You'll have to best me
I like deep talk, science, and monopoly too btw

Conspiracy-Closed

@SheriffLlama Edited! I hadnt seen you post :D

Conspiracy-Closed

Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

He blinked, bewildered. She'd manhandled him and whisked him away. Super strength, teleportation, and Ice? Damn. He shrugged. "Well...maybe this..." he said with a smile, burning up the ice slide and letting the falling structure surf him down gracefully before he landed nimbly on his feet. He then pointed his finger at her like a gun, and then shot off four small fire bullets that melted the castle towers around her until she stood at the center. He blew the smoke from his finger, before shooting a dozen times around her feet, leaving her floating on a small island in a growing sea. "I'm doing fine. How about you?"
He blinked again and felt something soft hit his legs. He looked down. "Well hi there." he laughed, and gave her a hand to help her up.
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