Fantasy Turnovia NES

Faeshire(That sexy lunk Omega)
Race: Fairy (Fae)
Government: Enatic Monarchy
Stability: 5
Economy: <To be determined by mod>
Treasury: <To be determined by mod>
Strategic Resources: None Developed
Military: <To be determined by mod>
Navy: None
Age: Bronze
Description:

Fairies (who refer to themselves as the fae), are a humanlike race on the surface, but have an extremely different internal structure and cultural norms. Fae tend to be very tall, with average male height being six feet and females being 5'10''. In return, faes tend to be extremely slender; they are not muscular as humans, and are physically much weaker than humans of comparable statue. Their skin is unusually pale, as if they were perpetually sickly. Fairies mostly have bright, blondish hair colors, and green or blue eyes. Black hair is possible, but is as rare and regarded like albinism. Faes also have an unusually extended lifespan, with a decade being the rough developmental equivalent of a human year. This means a fae has a theoretical natural lifespan of around 900 years, although disease and warfare cuts the average by centuries. On the flipside, fae tend to not breed as much as other races, due to the long childhood making each child a hefty investment

Perhaps the most unique feature about the fae is their blood. Fae have blue, hemolymphic blood instead of red, hemoglobin blood. Fae blood is inherently magical in nature; it can be used by the fae's own body for magical components. A whole school of magic opened up to the fae, where they use nothing but their own blood to cast anything from projectiles of light, to limited flight with temporary "fairy wings", and forging magical weapons. To the unobserved eye, it looks like the fae is using magic without expending any material to do so. It also means every fae is magical by birth, even if they don't train to use it.

However, this magic comes at a price. Although technology have not improved for this fact to matter yet, iron is deathly toxic to fairies. Simply touching iron can cause fae to become violently sick as their blood is slowly corrupted and clots up. Iron poisoning is often lethal, and is an extremely slow and painful death to a fairy. While pure iron is the most toxic to fairies, anything which contains iron in it is potentially poisonous, from steel to even hemoglobin blood (although blood contact is almost never life threatening). Generally speaking, the more pure and plentiful the iron is, the more dangerous it is to fairies.

Fae society is structured around the concept that there is a "greater good" that all fae should strive towards to build a utopia on Earth. Therefore, there is a general expectation of the fae that their monarchs will actively improve the standard of living of their demesne, and work for the welfare of their subjects. In reality, this does not actually happen as much as fairies would like to claim it does (every ruler has her flaws, from being cruel to being outright incompetent, etc, etc). However, an egregiously selfish or wroth queen will soon find herself the target of a massive peasant revolt to replace her. Of all the vices, greed is considered the most heinious; money hoarded is not money being used to help the community.

Faes tend to be very traditionalist and honorbound. Even in the bronze age, they are extremely feudal in nature, with lesser nobles ruling fiefs under the jurisdiction of more powerful noble houses. Faes tend to eschew technological development, instead preferring to rely on their trusted magic and the ways they have always done stuff. Whenever fairies, particularly nobles, feel like they have been wronged, they will often duel with both weapons and magic, right on the spot, with the winner gaining just compensation from the loser.

Fae gender roles tends to be extremely alien to other races. Due to a societal notion that females tend to be "fairer", fae titles are exclusively enatic in nature. Only females can be queen reagent, and succession goes down to her eldest daughter upon death. However, while female soldiers are not uncommon, fairy armies tend to be dominated by males. Since male nobles can never rule, they will often become adventurers or lead armies instead.

Fairies tend to look down on other races as being less noble and fair as themselves. They try to not entangle themselves in lesser races's affairs, and are more than happy to be left to their own devices. This means fairies tend to be very isolationist in dealing with rival civilizations. The only exception to this policy, however, are dragons.

A traditional fae story has it that the lands the fae have settled used to be a region populated by dragons, known as the Banelands. Perpetually wandering fairies liked the hilly, forested Banelands, and attempted to settle in with the dragons. However, the winged reptilians, who did not appreciate these arrogant nothumans stealing their land, would constantly terrorize the fairies. They would burn down villages and hoard any fae material possessions of worth in their lairs (animosity towards this led to the fae's hatred of greed). Eventually, fairies, not wanting to have to be nomadic yet again, decided to fight back by developing specially crafted magic for the sole purpose of slaughtering dragons. By extensively studying the magical characteristics of dragons, fairies were able to develop new spells that would exclusively target dragons for massive damage. With this new magic in hand, the fae slaughtered the dragons in a genocidal campaign, killing most of them and making the few left leave, and the Land of Faeshire was officially founded.

Whether or not the story is actually true or not, this anti-dragon magic still exists, and is passed down from generation to generation under the fear that dragons were to return. Dragons are considered armoral beasts that terrorize the civilized races, and if they were ever to be sighted again, the appropriate reaction would be another campaign to wipe them off the Earth.

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I'd like my starting area be IRL Cape Cod, and a pinkish color would be perferable.

I apologize if fae magic does not mesh with how magic is used elsewhere. I added the "uses fae's own blood as material" in an attempt to explain how it works under your rules.
 
If it's not too late to join, time for a giant nation.

Adengae(Brougal)
Race: Giants
Government: Theocratic Monarchy
Stability: 5
Economy: <To be determined by mod>
Treasury: <To be determined by mod>
Strategic Resources: None Developed
Military: <To be determined by mod>
Navy: None
Age: Bronze
Description: Giants of Adengae stand about twice size of human, they generally have light skin color and hair color is usually black, yet can also be colors like bright red, blue, purple or, seemingly unique to royal dynasty, green. Adengae is ruled by royal dynasty that claims descendant from Sun itself, the first king having reputedly risen from crater where &#8216;Sun grazed the World with it&#8217;s touch&#8217;.
Color/Location: Green/Sudan, along Nile river.

Writing more about their history and views later
 
Mandalore (Dar Kensytus)
Race: Humans
Government: Anarchic Dictatorship
Stability: 5
Economy: <To be determined by mod>
Treasury: <To be determined by mod>
Strategic Resources: None Developed
Military: <To be determined by mod>
Navy: Galleys
Age: Bronze
Description: The Mandalorians are mainly a warrior race of humans characterized by their signature armor, worn by their tacticians and foot soldiers alike. Adapting to survive is a fundamental trait of their race. They are masters of staying alive. One is commonly greeted by his fellows with "Su'cuy ner vod." Meaning: "So you are still alive, my brother."

Though anarchist by nature, they do respect the command of one "Mand'alor" who holds the power of dictator in peace and war. With heavy emphasis on family structure, they are skilled not only in the art of war but in farming and beast domestication. Mandalorians often hire themselves out as mercenaries, keeping their skills honed while their nation is at peace.

These humans are not magical creatures. In battle, they often were handicapped by this fact. Still, their society and culture thrive on warfare; they have developed defenses against such things. Mainly, their production of weapons and armor made with Mandalorian Iron. This material is resistant to nearly everything, including magic.
Note: This obviously would not be in use until the iron age and/or researched. Magical items pillaged from conquered foes lay unused simply because the Mandalorian non-magical affinity keeps them from being able to use them.

Effective medical knowledge has been built up through generations of warfare against opponents who use bludgeoning instruments, poison, plagues, and anything else to be considered. They would likely have become extinct otherwise.

The Mand'alor is the one and only government administrator. He is payed nothing and taxes no one. There are no civil enforcers, no tax collectors, and no "of the people" government body. Though he rarely uses this authority, he is essentially the last word on every matter foreign and domestic. His authority is maintained through holding the respect of the people. If a Mand'alor does not hold the respect of his kin, a new Mand'alor is appointed. This would be the next-greatest authority in the military. When a Mand'alor is no longer able to lead, he faces his successor in individual combat to the death. This is usually done voluntarily and via the Mand'alor's chosen successor. If killed by an enemy, the chosen successor takes immediate command of the nation. If the successor is killed along with him, the next-greatest military authority would take command of the nation.

Mandalorian society takes the form of innumerable family-clans. Having a strong focus on family and adoption, they chose to solve issues among each other through the family head. They adopt among each other and do not turn away those of other races. Usually a clan has around 50-100 people. Their national pride is unlike any other nation in that they consider other Mandalorians to be distant relations. The bonds of "family" keep most disputes small and are resolved peacefully by the family heads when necessary.

Mod Notes: Mandalorian smiths are the only ones in history to successfully smith "Beskar," also referred to as Mandalorian Iron, an extremely tough material. Their race's medical knowledge nearly rivals their skill at warfare. The Mandalorian people are essentially self-sufficient: Clans form around homesteads with their own farmlands and herds (some fishing). While developing their own tech, they often utilize and master weapons of their enemies.
-Starting in modern-day Liberia



(This is my adaptation to the Star Wars race. For the real stuff please see the wiki threads.)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mandalorian
 
Raptorian Bows
"Do you know why we revere these bows?" Korro of the Canary Clan asked his son, Erokash, as was fletching bows.
"Because our ancestors have passed down the art of making them?" replied Erokash.
"Yes," said Korro, "but our ancestors knew that it is much safer to be able to kill from a distance, whether it is for food or protection. A jaguar may be strong, but our flight and bows can defeat him, so we do not need to fear him. Similarly, the capybara cannot escape into his burrow before we can make him our meal."
"I understand now!" exclaimed the child.
"And one day," continued Korro, "you, too, will learn the art of the fletcher."
"I can't wait!" replied Erokash. "But, I also can't wait to eat some yummy pineapple!"
And so they ate pineapple together.
 
I'd like to welcome all you new folk to our forums!

There are alot of other games around here you might be interested in joining!
 
Lusakaroon [/ b]Dede
Race: Werewolves
Government: Monarchy
Stability: 5
Economy: <To be determined by mod>
Treasury: <To be determined by mod>
Strategic Resources: Stealthiness, attack leader, great hearing and sight
Military: <To be determined by mod>
Navy: None
Age: Bronze
Description: Do not take kindly to lawbreakers, love meat, will resort to canabilism if necessary,Alpha and his wife (the king and queen) decide punishments and how much food others get.
Mod Notes: <Race specific, story not specific, nonsens will be here for my recollection. See example in above post>

Dede and her husband, Dusty, were thrown out of their pack when Dusty attacked a pup for taking food when he thought it was his. They traveled alone for many months, until the came across some unmarked territory and claimed it as theirs. They had a pup named Nathan. He discovered odd foods, but they were amazing and soon, their was a large pack. They defend themselves, as well as others, uing their speed, stealth, hearing and sight. They have had the territory for many years, and intend to keep it.

Location: OTL New England
 
It's not an Amon Savag game without a masked empire.
 
Name: Sillia (Seon)
Location: Ile de France
Race: Faded Men
Government: Oligarchical Republic
Stability: 5
Economy: <To be determined by mod>
Treasury: <To be determined by mod>
Strategic Resources: None Developed
Military: <To be determined by mod>
Navy: None
Age: Bronze

Description: The Faded Men of Sillia resemble humans in most important aspects such as height and facial features. They do not reproduce biologically. It is thought of that their society does not even have a full concept of what gender is. Instead, they reproduce using their prodigious affinity for magic.

The Faded Men are immortal, but does not possess regenerative powers that such an immortal being require for its life to be pleasant. While healers and magic can make life much more bearable for many, more than often these problems are fixed with replacement parts.

Few public information is available on these reclusive race as they rarely venture forth from their homelands: the thick forests of what was once Gaul. Those that do venture forth from the forests often do not make good conversationalists and are, sometimes, just simply forgotten by the outsiders.

Even the name of the race as known to the others is not their own. Among themselves, they see each other as simply human. Yet they are not, for they are so much less. Or perhaps more.

The name was given to them by a terrified wildman who ran, screaming and panting, out of the forests and into a village, whose people generously gave the man a place to stay for the night. The wildman claimed to have a tale to tell for the people about the mysterious Faded Men of Sillesia. The villagers agreed to listen: they had long been curious about the mysterious and secretive villagers to the north.

Wildman claimed that he used to be a villager, part of a previously unknown tribe of humans that lived inside the thick forests of Gaul. The Faded Men were a regular part of life deep inside the forests. People often saw groups of the Faded Men, wearing a thick black cloak with a hood draped over their heads, looking over the villagers as they tended their little farms, often making no movement for hours.

Many in the forest village believed those hooded figures, the Faded Men, to be guardian spirits. After all, they had often intervened in situations such as a spread of sickness or a village fire, helping the villagers combat these disasters. The wildman saw them differently. The village was a prison, and the Faded Men were its wardens.

Nobody who left the village with the intention of exploring ever came back. There were paths in the forests, which led to other villages within the forests, but one would never be seen again if he or she strayed too far off the path.

The Faded Men had taken them, the wildman claimed. To prevent the others of the world from learning of our plight.

The listeners to the wildman cried foul. Nonsense, they claimed. What would the Faded Men gain from keeping a few villages chained inside their forest?

And so, the wildman began to describe, reluctantly, the raid. How the Faded Men had, one night, attacked his village when they were celebrating a harvest festival. He described how small children and a few resisting men and women were taken, screaming into the night by the hooded figure while the adults lay unconscious, poisoned by substances poured into their drinks. The wildman had not been part of the celebration, forbidden to do so because of a crime that he had committed. He could only watch in horror as the hooded figures stole the children, whose existence was forgotten by all in the village save for himself.

Even the parents of those who had been taken forgot about their own children. Even close friends of those who were taken forgot about their comrades. Many in the village laughed at his claims, saying that the Faded Men had simply come to join them in the festivities and drinks. Failing to convince the village into action, the Wildman set out by himself into the woods to find where the children had been taken and to rescue them. Eluding so many of the hooded figures and the wild beasts that roamed the forest, the wildman only gave up, falling to his knees in despair, when he saw where the children had been taken.

Deep inside the forest is a city constructed out of Basalt, rising tall above even the tallest trees. He saw hundreds of thousands of the Faded Men roaming the streets, Body parts of human beings, hung on store stalls like meat, were sold to the Faded Men missing limbs or, in some cases, entire bodies. The children were Faded, forced to join into the collective of man living in the forest.

The wildman fled. If he could not save his own people, perhaps he could save others. Miraculously, he succeeded.

The villagers who listened to the wildman were quiet for a long time as the wildman sobbed to himself loudly. They wondered why nobody remembered anyone venturing into the forest to meet the Faded Men. They wondered why nobody chopped wood from the forest of Gaul, even though it was so much closer. They wondered what the Faded Men had done every time they wandered into the village.

The wildman was gone the next morning, although the story remained. The Faded Man became bogeymen for decades until the story of terror was relegated to the bedroom for mothers to use to scare their children to sleep. Nobody knew what became of the wildman. Many believed that he fled south into the Alps in hopes of safety from the ever pursuing hooded figures.

Or perhaps he was surrounded the next morning by the Faded Men as the villagers meekly stood aside, dumbed by magic. Perhaps he screamed out pitifully as the Faded Men advanced with ropes and chains to drag him away to their hidden Basalt Spires among the trees. Perhaps the only thing that was left for the villagers to find of him when they woke up from their short stupor, were few scraps of clothes and a tiniest bit of blood?


But for the majority of the people living close to the forest, speculation on the wildman's fate is secondary. Somewhere inside the forest is a hidden nation of humans living as terrified subjects of the Faded Men. Somewhere inside the forests are basalt spires where human body parts and human beings are sold like meat.

Somewhere outside the forests are many hooded figures who roam the earth unseen and unremembered.

For now, the trees are quiet.
 
Shady neighbours in France, huh? We goblins are going to have fun times indeed! The clans Or and Fæt will look forward to trade.
 
Shady neighbours in France, huh? We goblins are going to have fun times indeed! The clans Or and Fæt will look forward to trade.

We may charge an arm and a leg for our trinkets.
 
We may charge an arm and a leg for our trinkets.

Sure! We have plenty of arms and legs to give away! The clans Mægþanne and Mægþríce are always trying to tare off each others arms. :mischief:
 
Sure! We have plenty of arms and legs to give away! The clans Mægþanne and Mægþríce are always trying to tare off each others arms. :mischief:

Still living arms and legs are preferred.
 
Still living arms and legs are preferred.

What? I guess those chaos magicians of the Lyblác could try some-way to make the arms and legs alive... or you mean you want fully bodied goblins? A single goblin will costs some human babies for us to tame as goblins, so they can be chaotic and free like a goblin! Well what ever the case we are also trying to tame some direwolfs so you may fancy (when we start developing them for mounting) a direwolf mount for shady riding.
 
Dredgendor Colony


Neorgoth (204BM) <-- Before Magaroth

Before the goddess Magaroth was born all Dred's knew was the life of war and death killing day and night to feed Nerogoth's hunger for the love of his children the more they killed and made the world bleed the more he loved them. But after 204 years of nothing but killing and slaughter endless nights of sacrifice and bloodshed the Dred's eventually began to believe that Nero's hunger would never be satisfied. "More, MORE" Nero would chant at night through the stars overwhelming the Dred's with fury and hate! Soon they began to turn on one another some would conspire against there god some would kill themselves and some would go on a killing spree thinking that the enemy's blood was not worthy enough for there god and that is why he was in demand for more. Nero noticed this and was very displeased seeing his children kill one another, he realized he had gone too far with his greed he knew he was full almost about to burst with the blood that was given to him by his children and soon he fell ill. Nero's innards churned and twisted, pulling and yanking, Nero wished he knew what to do about this feeling of guilt and greed, shame and disgust.

He couldn't help his feelings, he wanted more, more love, more blood, just MORE, but it was killing his children, driving them mad and filling them with hate against him. Soon Nero felt his stomach twitch and roll so he opened his maw and vomited..... and out came a beautiful, graceful woman with long flowing silver hair that extended beyond Nero's sight, naked and perfect she was standing there before him. Her blood red eyes scanning him all the way up to his eyes and then she spoke, "I am Magaroth, your sister". Nero deeply seduced by this woman claiming to be his sister stared speechless. Maga approached her brother Nero and kissed him deeply saying "No need to burden yourself no longer brother, we will show our children how to properly love us and themselves, you are forgiven of your greed". So Nero stepped down from his reign after Maga promised him that his years would come, Maga then descended to her children who were covered in blood, some cradling those who they just killed, others seeking through piles of bodies to find there loved ones. Landing on the corps of a fallen hydra Maga raised her right hand and all who were around her stopped what they were doing and turned to face her, Maga then grabbed her right ribcage with her left hand dug her nails in and ripped open her stomach letting her internals spill on the ground below her.

The field soon began to flood with her blood and internals as she looked upon her children she said " My brother Nero is very pleased with what you have done, you all fought well and WON! I... I am Magaroth sister to your god Nerogoth, I too have seen your dedication and love for him and I am here to share his blessings so long as you can do for me what you do for him I want your love, loyalty and dedication and in return you will live long, healthy, happy lives" Maga then grabbed each ribcage and cracked them open to reveal her heart " I stand before you to show you my love for you and reveal all that is me, you have had endless years of war and your people are few so I give you tonight and for the next 100 years the strength, power, and pleasure to breed and repopulate your beautiful people go forth now and do as I bid that is how you will make me happy and love you, but remember you love me as equally as my brother he is forgiven of his greed now go".

Maga then returned to her brother, Nero observing there children below curious of what Maga has done looked up at his sister and asked "What have you done to them, they have stopped crying, killing and searching" Maga gestured Nero to look again down to there children... and there they were, every single one naked and on top of one another breeding like beasts there cries of extasy ringing in Nero and Maga's ears.

Magaroth (300BE) <- Before Eradoth

Maga and Nero finally found a balance with there children for 200 years there children thrived and lived happily sacrificing daily and showing unconditional love to Maga and Nero both. But Maga started to notice there children started to become sickly and weak when it was Nero's turn to receive the sacrifice and love from the people Maga noticed they would fall easily and die quickly. There numbers were great and there was plenty of land to colonize but she noticed there was not enough food to sustain the Dred's so they slowly over time began to perish from malnutrition and this made Nero and Maga extremely sad for once again they have let there children perish under there guidance.

Maga noticed after 260 years Nero's feelings towards her had started to shift and he looked at her with scorn and distrust. One day Maga approached Nero and asked "Brother... why do you look at me in such ways that indicate I am here to ruin you?" Nero turned his back to her and replied "Sister.... I admit you saved me from a horrid fate by saving our children but now... your gift has made there numbers too many and they still look to us with tears of love in there eyes and sacrifice, bleed, and KILL for us even tho our gifts are killing them, what life is to enjoy out of this?!" Nero pointing to the world below. Maga arms folded looks over her shoulder lips pressed pausing to soak in what lay before them.

Maga with a tear rolling down her cheek " I did not want this brother.... I felt your pain and anguish so I was born to ease that by relieving you of your burden for a time, I thought it was a gift I had given, but now it is a curse." Nero seeing his sister naked, crying, yearning for an embrace approaches her and wraps his arms around Maga holding her close, feeling her heat emit onto his skin. Nero suddenly feeling a sensation pulling him to his sister, Nero placed his hand under Magas chin and lifts her face to meet his, then kisses her deeply, from there Maga in return kisses harder and they begin to make love. Clawing, scratching, digging into one another to get deep into one anothers skin ripping at the soul. After continuing shredding one another apart Maga and Nero lay naked, bloody and exhausted what felt like only a moment lasted 40 years. The experience they had shared the emotions they had connected there souls had entwined and for that moment they had forgotten about there children below.

Maga and Nero quickly look down to see what had become of there precious children... and through the haze and tree tops Nero and Maga noticed 2 Dred's standing before a bowed crowd donned in silver and onyx decor one male and one female. Seeing this made Maga and Nero furious so they gathered themselves up and descended on the couple and crowd to meet there children's new "GODS". Maga landed next to the sacrificial pillar and Nero landing behind the 2 decorated Dred's instantly demanded what this gathering was all about. The only reply was 5 women on the pillar screaming and begging for there lives, Nero lifted his right hand and balled it into a fist causing the 5 women to burst into a pile of blood and organs.

Maga pointing at the 2 Dred's said " Who are you and why are you trying to lead our children away from us?", the two Dred's looked up at Nero and Maga then dropped to there knees and began to praise them chanting "You have returned to us! Oh god and goddess of all that is richous you have returned!" Nero and Maga confused looked down to the crowd and 2 Dred's and asked " What is all of this about and why are you bowing to these 2 Dred's?" the female Dred got to her feet and bowed " I am Meeradoth the Sheeradeck of the Dred's and this is Gorthlok the Marthdok of the Dred's .... we nominated ourselves to lead the colony in your absence. You were gone for 15 years and some started to lose faith in you thinking you had abandoned us from reasons unknown, some thought you were displeased with the sacrifices, and some thought you were dead. We have managed to keep most of the Dred's together for the past 25 years it was difficult, we lost plenty of territory and people but this that stands before you is what we have managed to keep dedicated and loyal to your names".

Maga and Nero looked to one another then to the 2 Dred's Nero bent down and praised the 2 Dred's for there loyalty and love for Maga and himself, Maga looking around noticed that still the people were sickly and weak.... suddenly Maga felt pain in her abdomen a sickening, painful pain stabbing and jolting inside as if something was ripping her apart. Nero noticing Magas difficulty to stand rushed over to Magas side grasping her hand and looking into her eyes "What is wrong with you my sister?!" Nero said in panic. Maga breathing heavily writhing in pain replies "I do not know brother.. am I being punished for neglecting my duty to watch over our children?" Nero leaning in begging his sister not to die realized Maga's stomach growing in size at an alarming rate.

Maga throwing her head back let out a ear splitting scream and then from the mound that had taken place of her stomach burst open and out crawled a black haired fair skinned naked goddess. Maga still alive but barely breathing looked up to what had crawled from her stomach and smiled, the goddess covered in Maga's blood bent down to Maga's side and placed her hand on the gaping hole that once was Maga's stomach and pressed. Maga's eyes rolled into the back of her head and started to convulse Nero grasped Maga tightly burying his face into her hair. Slowly Maga's stomach started to grow back to normal and became the once beautiful smooth toned surface it once was, Maga looking up asks for the goddesses name, replying the goddess flipped her long black hair over her shoulder " My name is Eradoth I take it you are my sister Magaroth and you my brother Nerogoth, I am so pleased to finaly be with the both of you".

Maga stumbles to her feet "I am glad you all have stayed loyal to my brother and I we did not abandon you but we apologize for our absence we swear to you it will never happen again." Then Nero Maga and Era returned to the stars above, upon arrival Nero turned to Era and asked "You have a powerful energy about you." Era looking to Nero "I am a goddess of purity I require everything you require love, dedication, and loyalty... but mostly sacrifice my power is influenced by blood in large quantity" Maga, " You are our blood you will get what we have received from our children we are kin, Nero you will reign for 40 years I shall reign 40 years and you Era shall reign for 40 years to remind us of your birth and the labor it took to bring you into this world." Era looking down upon the children of Dredgendor smiled and says " These children have done well I shall give them my blessing as a birthday gift for myself so they will remember my name and what I stand for".

Ghorghendoth (700 AE) <- After Eradoth

For 700 years the Dred's lived happily Era declared that there will always be a Marthdok and Sheeradeck in place at all times in order to keep a presence and order to the Dred's. Slowly the Dred's recovered and Era's gifts began to strengthen the Dred's but they still were starving and slightly sickly. Era did as much as her powers would allow but year after year they only showed a tiny improvement but in Nero's reign took a toll on the colony and the number left after the war was always less and less each year. It made her mad that Nero and Maga paced and complained about the numbers of there children how they wanted there children to thrive, flourish and multiply to conquer.

Era had herd enough and one night as Maga and Nero slept Era descended to the children she loved ever so much. Era looked upon the small fragile huts they lived in, sickly looking pigs, cattle and chickens that were pinned up... Era became sick with how they loved there gods so much but lived like this. Era shouted and woke the Dred's up, one by one single file they crowded into a field Era standing on the sacrificial pillar. After all the Dred's were out of there huts and a hush fell over the field Era spoke "My children... my lovely, lovely children I am sad to see how you live".

Era noticed that the Dred's started looking around as if to spot a flaw in there living to find what she was talking about but finding nothing. Era raising her head higher and straightening her back " My children... I ask of the biggest sacrafice tonight, bring me all the second born of each family and the whole of your live stock" the Dred's looking up at Era as if lost " MY CHILDREN! I am not asking to appease my needs but to save you and your future on this land, your dieing, slowly dieing and you are blinded by our needs to see past your own, so I ask you trust me and I will give you the best gift you can ever recieve." silence continued besides a few children's cries.... then one Dred approached with her 7 month old child in hand and held it up to Era and bowed.

Era reached down and took the child from the Dred's hands and placed it at her feet. Soon more followed 2 then 9 then 30, baby boys, baby girls, twins and triplets all being placed at Era's feet. After the last one had been layed down Era spoke " I do not wish to kill children of our kind but this, this is the most important sacrifice of all and you will not regret doing this for your people" Era then ordered all the Dred's to stand away and cover there ears. Era requested a dagger from one of the Dred's, after aquireing the dagger Era placed her hand around her bellybutton and stabbed into her breast plate and sawed downward towards her bellybutton and stopped above her other hand.

Era then raised her arms and called out the name Ghorghenoth, silence still lingering over the field and stayed for a few moments. Then 4 giant hands erupted from the ground beneath Era and grasped her along with the infants and livestock piled around her feet. Following the hands came a great huge bearded face mouth gaping open shoving the infants, livestock and Era herself into it. The ground shook and the Dred's retreated to the huts unto which the emerged from, after a moment of silence and the ground settled infront of them stood a colossus man with a stern face, long white beard, muscles on every inch of him wielding 4 arms each hand wielding 4 diffrent tools one had a hammer, other a crop hook, another nails, and the last rope.

The colossus named Ghorghenoth towered over the colony peering down with black slit eyes that seemed to penetrate the soul. Ghorghenoth then looked down to where his stomach should be and watched, soon a little flash of light started to flicker back and forth. Not long after Era emerged from the hole she had cut into the stomach of Ghor to escape, Era dropping to the ground looked up to her big brother and smiled "My brother I welcome you to this life I have given to you!" Ghor looking down asks "Why have you brought me into this world, what awaits me here? All I see are weak, fragile creatures" Era folding her arms " That is why you are here, our children need your guidance and strength and in return they will give you love, sacrifice, dedication and loyalty." Ghor looking to the weak Dred's that had began to slowly gather around his feet said to Era "Fine I will help these poor creatures but none of you will be loved, or worshiped more than me we will be equals if this will be so, I shall stay".

Era with a grin on her face nodded and thanked the Dred's for there gift and to wait 1 year for there gift to have a true effect. Era returning with Ghor to Maga and Nero was pleased with her actions that night even tho they were harsh and reckless she belved Nero and Maga would forgive her. Nero and Maga awoke to the sight of there new brother Ghorghenoth towering above them and Era standing by his side. Nero and Maga quickly stood and asked Era what she had done as they slept, Era replied " I answered your call for help and birthed us a new brother Ghorghenoth he will take my gift and use it, I will use the blood that our children give to me and spread it across the land and Ghor will use that blood to grow crops for our children so they can sustain there numbers and grow strong agiain". Neor and Maga looked to one another and smiled, they rose to join there new brother and watch as there children thrived below. Nero, Maga, Era, and Ghor all agreed that to keep the balance of life with there children each of them would Reign for 40 years.

Nerogoth's power would bring the Dred's power and strength, Rage and hate to fuel them in battle so they may enter glorious battle with courage in there hearts and no fear. Magaroth's power would bring the Dred's the up most pleasurable extasy to replenish the Dred's they had lost in battle so they may come back in 120 years twice as strong in numbers. Eradoth's power would bring the Dred's the power to heal faster and have the urge to purify the land with the blood of those whom they find so that , Ghorghenoth's gift would be bountiful and plenty giving the Dred's the crops to feed there numbers and the strength to build stronger, larger forts and cities. And the god's made the Dredgendor colony very happy so they vowed to flourish, grow, and conquer for the names of there gods.
 
The light was getting dim. The sun was almost set. Many young ones were gathered around a dwindling fire, inside the most ancient dwelling of the village. In the middle sat a man. He seem ageless. He was telling a story.
He was quite old, even for one of the Higher Kin. It was amongst the villagers said that he was born even before the rise of the First Emperor. He claimed to had seen over 500 summers. He was so old that he had even lost the grace and the beauty that is characteristic to the people of the Higher Kin during most of their lives.
When the old man started speaking, all shushed, for it was a rarity to hear the tale of the First Emperor by someone who had known him.
"At that time I was young. I had maybe seen thirty summers. I was bold and hungry, for that year, Taiy&#333;-shin had struck misery upon us. No rain came to us that year and our crops were dying out. Taiy&#333;-shin was punishing us for losing our strenght, for trading the katana for the sickle. Many were dying from the hunger. Our people's numbers were waning.
But one day, one man of our race came to this same village. He told us a strange tale, that green and fertile land was to be found on the other side of the sea. Something about him set him apart from all of us. He radiated with a great, almost solar strength and charisma. Some said he was chosen by the gods. That man told us that courage came from necessity and told us to follow him to the other side of the sea. He promised that if we did, we would find fertile lands, honor and glory.
Many joined him that day and I was amongst them, despite my youth. He was simply godlike, and was what he was to us, a god.
Our village was only the beginning. I and many others journeyed with him around the Three Islands. Everywhere we went, many grabbed their grandparent's katanas and flocked to him. Soon we formed a glorious army. Everywhere we went, he brought hope back amongst the desperation. He united our people under one banner. He led us to the northern coast and ordered us there to build ships. He was our god, our savior, and so despite our hunger, we labored on the construction of great ships.
We sailed across the sea and landed on a green peninsula. It was inhabited by inferior races naming themselves "humans". They would be no match for the higher kin.
The first city we found was inhabited by humans. It burned. And the survivors were subjugated enslaved to work for the might of our leader. He was truly a god. Some even thought him to be the incarnation of Taiy&#333;-shin himself. The future looked bright.
But the barbarians had assembled a army to face us. It was said to be twenty thousand strong. Our ranks counted may fifteen hundred. And despite the superiority of the higher kin, so few, so tired and hungry, could not face so many. As the two armies faced off, it seemed like the end of the Higher Kin.
The barbarians charged and decimated our ranks. But that ended when our leader appeared. He was mounting a grand red tiger, much greater than those usually rode by our people. He arbored a shining armor, that seemed to be made of the sun itself. And his katana glowed with a thousand fires. He grouped us and led the charge. With one blow of his mighty blade, ten barbarian heads rolled...
It was later claimed that day that each elf slew twenty barbarians. All I know is that by the less than half of our army still stood and that the field was gleaming with barbarian blood.
Later, our leader came to us. He claimed to be Kami no &#333;, the God-Emperor. That day he proclaimed the beginning of the Eternal and Glorious Elven Empire. He gave our best warrior the title of Shogun, and said that he would command the samurai, our warriors. He gave our best sorcerer the title of Interpret of the Sun, and said he was to defend the faith of Taiy&#333;-shin. And finally Kami no &#333; decreed that the Empire's banner would be the Sun of Taiy&#333;-shin that gave him strenght upon the. Red of the blood spilled that day.
And the next year, rain returned and famine ended. Taiy&#333;-shin shined upon our people for we had regained our greatness. The Higher Kin now ruled a mighty empire, stretching across the sea and ruling over many subjugated barbarians. The First Emperor is dead, but not his faith. We must keep it alive and the Empire will remain alive. (ooc: technically the subjugate humans became slaves)
You young ones should remember this story. Taiy&#333;-shin will shine upon us as long as we are a strong, mighty people.You better keep it that way."
The fire had died. It was getting late and the old man returned to his bed. All reluctantly stepped out, as they were eager to hear more. The sun was now set.

OOC: this is probably crap writing but I just felt like detailing up a bit of the Empire's history.

@ Amon Savag
The High Elves also rule a chunk of Korea, not just Japan (won't change much as no one else has land in the area but it just be consistent with my histories).
And please please let my standing army division be "Elven Samurai" (Bronze age version) instead of "Elven spearmen", its just waay cooler and consistent with the general idea of my race. Of course the drafts could still stay spearmen.
 
All of you who haven't sent orders are lame as fuq. 2 hours 14 minutes is the deadline. You will not make my life harder by sending in orders late, as they will not be accepted after the deadline.
 
Cahokia Orders

Send forth all legions. Carve a path to the mouth of the Great river, subduing all tribes along the way. They will send tributes of gold and slaves to the Great Sun, and warriors to aerve in his armies.

As our entire income is spent maintaining our army, this is all we can do.
 
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