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The Omnids

A hardy people living in the fertile lands along the Sea of Terith, what we would now call the Persian Gulf.



Mythos & History: If one is to take the tales seriously, the omnids hail from the sea, the decendents of Sea Gods who came ashore and caused great mishief before being banished by the Desert Gods, but not before they had a chance to impregnate a great number of mortal women, as is the wont of the Sea Gods. In a way, this is as sensible a theory as any- the Omnids do indeed love the sea more than most peoples, voyaging and charting the Sea of Terith and the waters beyond, some trading even as far as the mythical East, and also in that they have a prickly and stubborn disposition: many great families have been wiped out in blood feuds, as in Omnid law any killing must be punished by an equal killing in the family of the perpetrator, causing a bloody cycle of violence.

The Omnids worship the Sea Gods primarily (Partly because as seafarers, they can't afford to risk antagonizing these fickle beings, and partly because it is only polite to revere your ancestors). There is no set Omnid pantheon, as each tribe, clan, and village has its own version of these gods, but some appear throughout the tribes. Prime amongst them is the God of storms and rage, commonly known as Forifall, who in legends sinks the ships of those who do not offer him sacrifice, out of spite. Then there is the mad one, known under so many different names that he is referred to between tribes only as the Mad One, who's wrath and favor is impossible to either earn or predict.

History emerges from myth with the reign of Andor the Many-Legged, a great king with an inexplicable name (some theorize that he was born with a deformity in the shape of a third leg), who united united the Omnid tribes and proclaimed himself King, with the town of Cheraz as his capital. He was shortly thereafter murdered by his own brother, who took his sibling's crown, lands, and wife for his own. He was King Unmorn, who fought for the rest of his life against the Omnid tribes who refused to acknowledge his suzerainty. When he died, there was for an long (though it is not known how long) period of anarchy as the tribes reverted to their previous traditions of self-rule, absent of any central authority.

This ended with the ascent of Porion, who was chosen by the tribal leaders as their new king. His reign was a time of centraliation and consolidation of royal authority. The tribes were required to send a representative to Cheraz- now an important center of trade- to attend the court of the King. He was almost constantly warring against his neighbours, and died fighting savages in the Southern Desert. Thus ascended King Sollen, the current King of the Omnids, who has reigned so far for seven years, mostly spent avoiding the wars that characterized his father's reign.

Material Culture: Architecture, dress, culinary culture, art, symbolism, the glorious and delicious flavour that makes every culture unique. [300 words min]
Society: The social organization, class structure, subcultures, power and wealth localisation and disparity, give me all of it. [300 words min]
Geography: The local geographic errata surrounding your culture. [100 words min]
Local Influences [Can be edited in regarding accepted or prospective neighbor cultures]: What does your culture call its neighbors? What kind of sociopolitical or linguistic influences do these neighbors have on your cultures. This really paves the way for some sweet collaboration, so pay special attention to this.
Plus there just isn't much land TO establish a nation in these days.
I'd like to join this, but shifting through all the player apps is pretty daunting. Is there a list anywhere of the nations created to help newcomers like me know what themed nations are already done?
Interested. As suggestion, all the players could be the head of a tribe, and everyone has to unite under a nation or succumb to external pressure (Maybe a foreign invasion?).
Joegreenbeen said
Finished my post! I think I have an evil plan for the Usagi. >=D@Vanhir. I have two question; One, could you pretty please put the link to the rp's channel on the main post. 0=P Two, sorry if this has already been asked, what is the technology level for this, or rather, black powder or no black powder?


There's no black powder. So no guns or cannons.

I was going to post another IC thing today, but I need to find a priest to exorcise an adware virus from my computer, so you kids can have fun with each other for the moment (Damn but that sounded bad).
Outside the Assembly, in the city of Cesia

The dusk was red as the day ended, and Speaker Tismar exited the great chamber of the Assembly exhausted. Observing the crimson glow, he wondered, as many of his forefathers did, at its cause. Some claimed that it was the soil, which reflected the red light through some unkown process. And yet others held that it was instead the shape of the mountains of the Cesian Valley, which funnel light in such a manner as it changed its color when the sun is at a sufficient angle. It didn't matter, he supposed, a simple state of being, a question for philosophers and restless nobles. They had the luxury to sit about and think about the mysteries of the world. But on Tismar's shoulders was placed the burden of maintaining the crumbling semblance of peace they had built for hundreds of years.

It had now been a week since the envoy to Norium returned, shamed. The Assembly's rage had not abated; If anything, it grew. Through subtle manipulating and backroom compromising, he was able to prevent the numerous declarations of war against the elves from being passed, but he could not continue for much longer. The common people were on the verge of rioting in protest at the perceived cravenness of the Assembly, and his fellow Councillors were not much easier to deal with. To make things more complicated, dissatisfied captains had taken it upon themselves to raid Norin merchant vessels, hiding their piracy behind patriotism. Yet they had now raided on several occasions Attolian traders, making his life that much harder. Both the Attolians and the Norins had to be assuaged. War was likely inevitable, yet he knew he had to fight against it until the last. Those crying for war were ignorant of the great plans that had been drawn up ages ago, of the pacts and alliances still in infancy, of the plots not yet brought to fruition. Already reports were returning from the ambassadors in Eastrise, speaking of their refusal to war against the elves. A war against Norium would have to come one day, but it had to be on Cesia's terms. This was all too soon, too unpredictable. A long, bloody war would only ruin Cesia.

Time was on their side. Norium was crumbling, slowly yet surely, under the weight of its own decadence. The monarchy was constantly under threat from the noble factions, seeking to assert their own autonomy. And peripheral cities were slipping out of its influence ever more rapidly. Yet for all that, it was still strong, and held many allies. War had to be avoided. It had to. Descending the stairs leading to the streets of Cesia, he motioned for his guards to follow him. They forced their way through the bustling streets. Though there were four of them shielding him, he might as well have been walking without guards, as the crowd simply swallowed them up. It wasn't long before a mangy commoner, with the look of a beggar and a wild stare, shoved into Tismar, bringing the old dwarf to his knees. "How dare you-" the speaker began as he got back up, outraged, reaching at his hurt stomarch...

..and feeling the handle of a knife, lodged withing his ribs. Blood pooled out of him, onto the street, and he fell back down. The beggar dragged him back up and, pulling out the dagger, stabbed Speaker Tismar once more, in the neck. One of his guards struck down the assassin. But by this time, the crowd had realized what had happened and who the noble was, the hated coward of the Assembly, and they jumped on the guards. Though the soldiers slew a few, they were beaten to death by the crazed mob, who raised up the beggar's corpse, hailing him as a martyr, and dragged the defunct Speaker's body to the market. His lifeless corpse was left on a stake there for days before any had the courage to take it down.
You guys can also post ICs without a finished NS, if you'd like. The NS is primarily a reference sheet for the rest of us to be informed of your nation. There's no need to rush it, and really they should all be WIPs, always.

Dedonus said
Sure. That would be fine.Also, I finally uploaded my map. You can either see it on page one or you can see it in this post.


Just gotta say, your work on the map is fantastic.
It is april of the year 714, from the reckoning of the Norin calendar.


Sorias, a human city under the protection of the Elf-King of Norium, has undergone a bloody coup, in which the old pro-elven aristocracy was overthrown by a faction loyal to the emerging dwarven republic of Cesia. The new rulers have declared their independence from Norium, and have concluded an alliance with the Cesian Republic. Hearing of this, King Louard VII of the Norin elves had the Cesian ambassador flogged in front of his court. The Cesian Assembly, enraged, has sent out call to arms to all its allies, and likewise, Norium is mobilizing its own friends. The situation is skidding out of control, as the fragile peace is rapidly unraveling.

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Are... You guys still following this? Responses are getting kind of sluggish here.
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