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Such regal titles you all have, and here I am, among greats and kingdoms - Mikassian Tribes.

Perhaps I will brush aside this name and ponder upon another.
'Ello 'Ello 'Ello there, what's going on 'ere then?
Could my nation be added to first post, and maps?
@Theodorable I just figured because I was late to the party etc etc that I would post as if some plans were already underway, if you follow? I do of course realize things take time :)

Cheers for the quick response.
@Theodorable Is my post adequate?
I refer to the Dalatrum outpost in my IC post.
The Mikassian Tribes



Poyesiff chieftain Drugo sparred with his son upon the floating barge, both of them stepping this way and that so as not to fall in to the rushing water below them. They had been up since the first light, and both were weary from hour upon hour of combat practice.

Finally they agreed to take a break and return when the sun had retreated from over head.

Dropping his wooden axe onto the river side, Drugo hopped onto the grass with a slight leap, landing firmly in front of a panting messenger who had just rushed toward him. Catching his breath, the messenger informed Drugo that the sea barge that had been under construction was complete, and that the party was ready to disembark toward the off shore island, reportedly occupied by a foreign group.

Confirming the previously drawn out plans, Drugo allowed the messenger to continue on his way and collect the translator and emissary from the Chieftains hut.




Crossing the waters
While the War Chief Chatan is away skirmishing in the southern deserts, the three tribe leaders have more control over the nations functions. Drugo has had a sea barge constructed, a crude thing, but sufficient for the job. He intends to send an emissary along with 10 thousand arrow warriors, 20 long arms and 15 new blood berserkers to the island to organise a meeting, and perhaps a conversation between the two groups.

The military presence is of course there for protection only.

The Mikassian Tribes



The Great Hawks steely talons tore through its prey as an axe rips through cloth, piercing the soft hair covered skin, tender flesh and lean muscle. Narrow eyed it cawed, scooping up the limp hare in its unwavering grip, dipping into the wind it soared high.

The morning clouds were a deep blue and crimson red, the fiery sun had barely broken across the land. War Chief Chatan stood proudly upon the huge and ancient rock outcrop and looked over the vast sea of his war painted warriors, all gathered upon the legendary Three Spears field.


Hide painting of the Three Spears field and rock outcrop.

100,000 zealous men armed with spear and axe stood silently before him, lethal and loyal warriors of the Navajo tribe, their ebony skin nearly consumed by the shifting shadows of dawn. Until the Great Hawk sat upon his heavily tattooed outstretched arm, then the silence was broken. Spears were thrust skyward, war cries of deafening proportion screamed to the point of breaking and axes crashed upon hardened shield.

This mighty roar was ongoing for a few moments until Chatan rose his scarred hands, seeking silence, and it was given instantaneously. Not a single voice remained, no agitated shuffling or excited conversations would interrupt him as he addressed these Mikassian braves.

"The year of Hakan is almost upon us!" Pausing, he allowed his voice to carry to the furthest from him.

"Soon we will ride the dancing flames!" Chatans enthusiasm saw his arms shot into the air, in reply came an immense cheer.

"The desert settlers think themselves safe. Will we not show them their fault?" Met again with a heart filled wave of cheers and cries, Chatan let a lapse in his speech bring a lull in the noise.

Returning with a doubled ferocity, he exclaimed loudly and with such passion spittle was thrown form his mouth and his ink filled body writhed with energy.

"We shall strike as smoke does, silently and accompanied by burning flame! You will taste foe blood!"

With this the suns light erupted across the ground and its bright white struck the ebony mass before him, each warrior was rallied and inspired, Chatan saw it in their eyes. They struck their shield and slashed the air with their spears, the thirst for war had begun.

Once again Chatan hushed his empowered warriors with a speechless glance and the raising of his hand.

"Who are you!?" He demanded of them.

"MIKASI!" They replied in unison, their voices a force in itself.

As they replied they all began the war beat, cruelly slow and tactically paced. The stamping of tough feet and bashing of large shields shook the very ground beneath them, the deep humming behind every lip joined the melody. Slowly the sound began to rise in volume, occupying every corner of the mind until nothing else could be heard or thought of.

Just as quickly as it had started, the beat ended as the war painted warriors upon the Three Spears field rushed forward in a mock charge towards their War Chief - screaming fearlessly, crying out suddenly and shouting at the boundary of their ability.

MIKASI!
Ha, I greet you.

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