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Nation: The School of Basic Spiritual Competence, The Scholarium of Subversions, The Academy-Archive of Khurnaire, The Mystery Delving Company, The Conquering School, The Sorrowful Ones, The Vvardenstat, The Border March
Races: Ashen Humans, Vizari Humans, Gnolls, Nagas, Werewolves, the occasional Slaug and Half-Slaug. No Soft-Legs. All that hungers for knowledge is welcome.
Capital: Khurnaire
» FOR OUR LORD IS THE DARK «
Or so they say.
The Sages of Khurnaire has sacrificed many things in the pursuit of comfort and a stable life. All glories, all pursuits of meaningful strength, abandoned and forsaken for tomorrow and next year. It is a way of time, that even existing accrues its benefits, and for the Sages, it would be an ever-growing pile of gold and various accounts of healthy financial stock at the heart of their institute, and a many a crop of personal projects and dead-end discoveries now lying in the dark.
No one had much of anything to convince the collective to act to though, beyond a continual expansion of their complex and cadres, somebody else below them to supervise or assist the handling of mollusks, the management of birds, the breeding of boars, or most unfortunately, to teach the Turbans the detachment required for spirit scouting, and all the effort required to house them in the (Civilized Sacrifice) cells without any unwanted attention looking in. So many layers hidden and blatant to keep secrets and culture alive.
It would take a stranger from up north, running away from some ritual or another, and certain ideas spoken in eager ears to rouse O Khurnaire. "The world has wronged us. The spirits tricked us. We have power." Ancient ideas, nonexistent ideas, wrong ideas, but the Sages had forgotten why such thoughts were kept away from them now.
The Lords Gold and Steel has seen it fit to grant the Stranger their rightful title as Lord Mana, and so all Khurnaire sees the Stranger's call to prove their strength against the DARK as true.
Nation: The School of Basic Spiritual Competence, The Scholarium of Subversions, The Academy-Archive of Khurnaire, The Mystery Delving Company, The Conquering School, The Sorrowful Ones, The Vvardenstat, The Border March
Races: Ashen Humans, Vizari Humans, Gnolls, Nagas, Werewolves, the occasional Slaug and Half-Slaug. No Soft-Legs. All that hungers for knowledge is welcome.
Capital: Khurnaire
» FOR OUR LORD IS THE DARK «
Or so they say.
The Sages of Khurnaire has sacrificed many things in the pursuit of comfort and a stable life. All glories, all pursuits of meaningful strength, abandoned and forsaken for tomorrow and next year. It is a way of time, that even existing accrues its benefits, and for the Sages, it would be an ever-growing pile of gold and various accounts of healthy financial stock at the heart of their institute, and a many a crop of personal projects and dead-end discoveries now lying in the dark.
No one had much of anything to convince the collective to act to though, beyond a continual expansion of their complex and cadres, somebody else below them to supervise or assist the handling of mollusks, the management of birds, the breeding of boars, or most unfortunately, to teach the Turbans the detachment required for spirit scouting, and all the effort required to house them in the (Civilized Sacrifice) cells without any unwanted attention looking in. So many layers hidden and blatant to keep secrets and culture alive.
It would take a stranger from up north, running away from some ritual or another, and certain ideas spoken in eager ears to rouse O Khurnaire. "The world has wronged us. The spirits tricked us. We have power." Ancient ideas, nonexistent ideas, wrong ideas, but the Sages had forgotten why such thoughts were kept away from them now.
The Lords Gold and Steel has seen it fit to grant the Stranger their rightful title as Lord Mana, and so all Khurnaire sees the Stranger's call to prove their strength against the DARK as true.
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