Post by Dunwik on Jan 18, 2023 21:07:06 GMT
The wastes of what were once Leng are a blighted, barren place, filled with malevolent spirits and horrific, unspeakable things that rise from the deep water, carrying off any and all who venture by the shore for too long. In the great lake that fills the middle of the landmass, mountains form a strange archipelago of sorts, soaring still far into the air. Bizarre and evil whispers fill the air late at night, and all those unfamiliar with this land shortly take their lives after entering it.
Yet even within this evil and strange land, life endures. Enormous trees wrap around the mountainsides, sometimes growing upside down, sideways, or inside out - but growing nonetheless. Seeds cover the ground, though sometimes they walk under their own power, and while the animals are small and few, they are shepherded carefully by the watchful eyes of the two races that live here.
The Priscillans, as they call themselves, are massive birds, nearly six feet long from beak to their tails, and possessed of brilliant, scintillating feathers in a dazzling array of reds, yellows, and blues. Sentient and powerfully magical, these birds were once, a long time ago, the dream of another race. Though who or what created them is lost, they remember the careful notes taken of their infant selves, through the whispering voices of the land, they remember the days before, and seek now only answers, and to ensure their own continuation. They are curious, elitist, eccentric folk taken to monomaniacal pursuits and god complexes, who see even the slightest law an absolute and view the world in terms of good and evil. They lack humility, believing themselves to be capable of anything and everything they set their minds to.
The Alenpakha is a large quadrupedal creature at home in the mountains, resembling over-massive alpacas. They are grey and gnarled creatures with long legs and dark faces, deep eyes and curled horns. Superstitious and hardworking, they serve as the menial backbone for the Priscillans's magical force. They are content, quiet, and aside from the rare albino thinker of their kind, a humble and subservient kind who are slow to act or question.
From ancient whispering runes and the shattered statues they found deep beneath the earth, the Thunbarri created their own state, a rigid, caste-based entity known as the Enlightened State of Thunbar. Each town selects its own council from a battery of methods, and each council then votes among themselves to find the most virtuous of their own kind. These chosen are then selected to serve in the central government. Only those of the magocratic caste are viable to be elected, save for a single strange caveat. There is a chance to pass a grueling test known as the Virtue Examination, and there, anyone of any caste may be inducted into the central government.
The central government is a tiered and convoluted system. Even those deemed virtuous enough to serve must begin once more at the bottom, progressively holding authority over more and more as they gain magical power and experience in the field. All in Thunbar seek to dig up the relics of the past - for wisdom of ages bygone grants doors to massive power in the present.
The Thunbarri subsist on fruits, nuts, vegetables, fish, insects, maize, and seeds, the Priscillans particularly enjoying the strange walking acorns that run endemic in their lands, and massive, multicolored worms that are often found squirming about in lands of great magical power, the Alenpaca eagerly seeking out odd mountain fruits when they are not grazing the weeds off of their fields of grain.
The Priscillans dress in a strange white cloak and cover their wings in black-and-silver cloth, mimicking some ancestral memory of someone, somewhere, in a time before speech or wisdom. The Alenpakha are usually nude, but their wool is used to make the elaborate Priscillan dress.
Name: The Enlightened State Of Thunbar
Demonym: Thunbarri
Religions: "Reconstructionism" predominant, ~88%. Minor folk religions account for the remaining 12%
Ethnicity: 65% Alenpakha, 35% Priscillan
Official Language: Thunbarri
Official Script: Thunbarri Logograph. Thunbarri Alphabet is used by the poor, but is viewed as a simple and stupid text.
Yet even within this evil and strange land, life endures. Enormous trees wrap around the mountainsides, sometimes growing upside down, sideways, or inside out - but growing nonetheless. Seeds cover the ground, though sometimes they walk under their own power, and while the animals are small and few, they are shepherded carefully by the watchful eyes of the two races that live here.
The Priscillans, as they call themselves, are massive birds, nearly six feet long from beak to their tails, and possessed of brilliant, scintillating feathers in a dazzling array of reds, yellows, and blues. Sentient and powerfully magical, these birds were once, a long time ago, the dream of another race. Though who or what created them is lost, they remember the careful notes taken of their infant selves, through the whispering voices of the land, they remember the days before, and seek now only answers, and to ensure their own continuation. They are curious, elitist, eccentric folk taken to monomaniacal pursuits and god complexes, who see even the slightest law an absolute and view the world in terms of good and evil. They lack humility, believing themselves to be capable of anything and everything they set their minds to.
The Alenpakha is a large quadrupedal creature at home in the mountains, resembling over-massive alpacas. They are grey and gnarled creatures with long legs and dark faces, deep eyes and curled horns. Superstitious and hardworking, they serve as the menial backbone for the Priscillans's magical force. They are content, quiet, and aside from the rare albino thinker of their kind, a humble and subservient kind who are slow to act or question.
From ancient whispering runes and the shattered statues they found deep beneath the earth, the Thunbarri created their own state, a rigid, caste-based entity known as the Enlightened State of Thunbar. Each town selects its own council from a battery of methods, and each council then votes among themselves to find the most virtuous of their own kind. These chosen are then selected to serve in the central government. Only those of the magocratic caste are viable to be elected, save for a single strange caveat. There is a chance to pass a grueling test known as the Virtue Examination, and there, anyone of any caste may be inducted into the central government.
The central government is a tiered and convoluted system. Even those deemed virtuous enough to serve must begin once more at the bottom, progressively holding authority over more and more as they gain magical power and experience in the field. All in Thunbar seek to dig up the relics of the past - for wisdom of ages bygone grants doors to massive power in the present.
The Thunbarri subsist on fruits, nuts, vegetables, fish, insects, maize, and seeds, the Priscillans particularly enjoying the strange walking acorns that run endemic in their lands, and massive, multicolored worms that are often found squirming about in lands of great magical power, the Alenpaca eagerly seeking out odd mountain fruits when they are not grazing the weeds off of their fields of grain.
The Priscillans dress in a strange white cloak and cover their wings in black-and-silver cloth, mimicking some ancestral memory of someone, somewhere, in a time before speech or wisdom. The Alenpakha are usually nude, but their wool is used to make the elaborate Priscillan dress.
Name: The Enlightened State Of Thunbar
Demonym: Thunbarri
Religions: "Reconstructionism" predominant, ~88%. Minor folk religions account for the remaining 12%
Ethnicity: 65% Alenpakha, 35% Priscillan
Official Language: Thunbarri
Official Script: Thunbarri Logograph. Thunbarri Alphabet is used by the poor, but is viewed as a simple and stupid text.