Merchant Prince is a gender-free title unique for Khimera Kingdoms.
Granted for dozen richest merchants at time, this title ensures hight respect and recognition of personal skills for the holder.
Indeed a Merchant Prince, or more commonly, a person appointed by one as their substitute, holds a chair in the Assembly de Ivora; the ruling organisation of the Kingdoms, making up one third of Assmebly representatives.
Due to requirements of holding the position, some of the title holders only bear the honorific year or two before being replaced by someone more successful, while others bear it from the moment of granting to the day they die or retire. Its neither uncommon for a merchant to gain the title, lose it and regain it later as their influence raises again, or that of other's reduces.
The following list contains current Merchant princes in order of years of holding the title (shown as number after the name) from one to hold it longest to the newest supplement. The order does not relate to the magnitude of each Prince's wealth in any way.
Serra Kesrian (36)
Serr Emrian (29)
Sere Kereliar (21)
Sere Esemier (19)
Serra Ionais (18)
Seri Yarasmir (9)
Sere Seralion (7)
Serra Emeya (6)
Seri Ramiar (4)
Sera Eraya (1)
Sere Keres (1)
Serr Kerlion (1)
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sunnuntai 1. tammikuuta 2012
Interview tonight; The Dark one
If you were to describe yourself with one word, what would it be?
Abiding.
What is most important to you in the world?
I believe it is the grace of the One with me. Without it, I am bound to the Glade.
Would you help someone who needed it while passing?
Only if I syght it as necessary and the One with me agreed.
Are you very observant?
Observing is what I do. It might not, however, be the physical world that helds my attention.
How innocent/naive can you be?
My innocence died long ago in my own hands by my own actions.
Can you entertain yourself easily?
I hardly see it as necessity as I am never alone again.
And the Dreams are always there to entertain me.
How well do you get along with others?
I can be diplomatic, descreet and persuasive if needed, but I rather remain the shadow observing over the world.
What was the longest time you had a friend?
I am not sure I have never had a friend in the most obviousmeaning of the word.
Do you have someone who knows you inside out?
The One with me knows me better than anyone, but as two still somewhat separated beings, we have boundaries between us.
How short is your temper?
My temper can flare up fast as the bonfire, but I am old enought to know that by biding my time, the results are much more satisfying. And thus I can master my temper.
Abiding.
What is most important to you in the world?
I believe it is the grace of the One with me. Without it, I am bound to the Glade.
Would you help someone who needed it while passing?
Only if I syght it as necessary and the One with me agreed.
Are you very observant?
Observing is what I do. It might not, however, be the physical world that helds my attention.
How innocent/naive can you be?
My innocence died long ago in my own hands by my own actions.
Can you entertain yourself easily?
I hardly see it as necessity as I am never alone again.
And the Dreams are always there to entertain me.
How well do you get along with others?
I can be diplomatic, descreet and persuasive if needed, but I rather remain the shadow observing over the world.
What was the longest time you had a friend?
I am not sure I have never had a friend in the most obviousmeaning of the word.
Do you have someone who knows you inside out?
The One with me knows me better than anyone, but as two still somewhat separated beings, we have boundaries between us.
How short is your temper?
My temper can flare up fast as the bonfire, but I am old enought to know that by biding my time, the results are much more satisfying. And thus I can master my temper.
perjantai 16. syyskuuta 2011
Nowhere
The city has a name, just like all the human cities have.
But the people don't use it, and the new generation will most likely grow up never hearing the name and so it will be forgotten. If people call the city with a name they say "Nowhere", and this name is said with hushed voices, like a name of a lover.
The city is like a woman; lover and mother to us all. Her hair raises in the sky like a brown and dark grey smoke, her thousand eyes look at her children from the lit as well as dark windows of the buildings, she is dressed in the dress like the shadows in the alleys and dead ends, and her mind is fast and restless like the people who live in the arms of her streets. She hides knifes in the pockets of her children and guns under their pillows. She wears jewels like the neon lights, and she sings for you with never ending voice of the sirens, barking of the fighting dogs, music from the bars, the screams of women, shouts of the men, the laughter of the children and the sound of the gunshot from few blocks away.
The city is a reckless and a cruel lover; full of wits of the moment. She'll seduce you with the whispered voices of the whores in the street corners, the hushed words with the courtesan behind the glass. She'll make you drunk with the wink from the dealer in the game board, bewitch you with things you can't find, ("but we happen to have one of those"), showing you the secret parts she hides, like women hides their breasts; all those shady bars, clubs and shops where you can buy anything your heart desires. She will favor you in one moment, give you fame and money and women, and toss your dead body in the dark alley in next. She will kill your family and friends, and then give you your revenge in a silver plate.
But the city is mother to all. She opens her arms for the foreigners as well as for the native ones, her shadowy alleys give a hide for her children, and she will lead the rich people lost in her streets, complex like the mind of a woman; and this way she will feed her children.
People who lives in these streets; in her arms, love her and curse her name. They dream their dreams here and they bleed their blood in these streets.
Many of them have born here.
But every one of them dies here.
But the people don't use it, and the new generation will most likely grow up never hearing the name and so it will be forgotten. If people call the city with a name they say "Nowhere", and this name is said with hushed voices, like a name of a lover.
The city is like a woman; lover and mother to us all. Her hair raises in the sky like a brown and dark grey smoke, her thousand eyes look at her children from the lit as well as dark windows of the buildings, she is dressed in the dress like the shadows in the alleys and dead ends, and her mind is fast and restless like the people who live in the arms of her streets. She hides knifes in the pockets of her children and guns under their pillows. She wears jewels like the neon lights, and she sings for you with never ending voice of the sirens, barking of the fighting dogs, music from the bars, the screams of women, shouts of the men, the laughter of the children and the sound of the gunshot from few blocks away.
The city is a reckless and a cruel lover; full of wits of the moment. She'll seduce you with the whispered voices of the whores in the street corners, the hushed words with the courtesan behind the glass. She'll make you drunk with the wink from the dealer in the game board, bewitch you with things you can't find, ("but we happen to have one of those"), showing you the secret parts she hides, like women hides their breasts; all those shady bars, clubs and shops where you can buy anything your heart desires. She will favor you in one moment, give you fame and money and women, and toss your dead body in the dark alley in next. She will kill your family and friends, and then give you your revenge in a silver plate.
But the city is mother to all. She opens her arms for the foreigners as well as for the native ones, her shadowy alleys give a hide for her children, and she will lead the rich people lost in her streets, complex like the mind of a woman; and this way she will feed her children.
People who lives in these streets; in her arms, love her and curse her name. They dream their dreams here and they bleed their blood in these streets.
Many of them have born here.
But every one of them dies here.
Mother Tree
Mother Trees are ancient trees that form the consciousness of the forest.
Usually forest has one Mother Tree, but large forests, like Great Eastern forest, that really are formed from several smaller forest grown together, can have several.
Mother trees guard and nurture the forest and beings living there.
It is also believed that small forest sprites are first born from the Mothet Trees.
These small spirits later gain purpose and name from the humans, if they are seen often.
The more spesific the name, the more power the spirit has. (ie. "Lake spirit" is small name, with very little power, while "Lake spirit Kosketar" is more spesific, with more power).
Humans, if avare where the local Mother Tree lays, often worship it, and ask for good fortune and safety in forest from them.
Usually forest has one Mother Tree, but large forests, like Great Eastern forest, that really are formed from several smaller forest grown together, can have several.
Mother trees guard and nurture the forest and beings living there.
It is also believed that small forest sprites are first born from the Mothet Trees.
These small spirits later gain purpose and name from the humans, if they are seen often.
The more spesific the name, the more power the spirit has. (ie. "Lake spirit" is small name, with very little power, while "Lake spirit Kosketar" is more spesific, with more power).
Humans, if avare where the local Mother Tree lays, often worship it, and ask for good fortune and safety in forest from them.
Havatar Emopuu
Kaitsija katainen
Tuudittaja tuominen
Honkainen huolenpitäjä
Pihlajainen paimen
Havatar Emopuu is one of the Mother Trees of the Great Eastern forest.
Ancient as she is, it is impossible to tell what kind of tree she is. Moreover, it seems like there might be few trees in her, entwined together to form one living being.
She has dark, greyish brown, thik and rought bark, small, dark green leaves and she bears small, red and juisy, but bitter fruits from time to time.
She mothers the portion of the woods near the southwest part of the Forest's edge.
Relatively close to the human settlements, she is known among them, and few people even know her whereabouts.
Her wisdom respected among those humans as well as the forest kin, she is mostly left rest.
Her youngest son, Kohka, was born with amber eyes, and is thus exepted to grow up to be the next Goldhorn.
Tuudittaja tuominen
Honkainen huolenpitäjä
Pihlajainen paimen
Havatar Emopuu is one of the Mother Trees of the Great Eastern forest.
Ancient as she is, it is impossible to tell what kind of tree she is. Moreover, it seems like there might be few trees in her, entwined together to form one living being.
She has dark, greyish brown, thik and rought bark, small, dark green leaves and she bears small, red and juisy, but bitter fruits from time to time.
She mothers the portion of the woods near the southwest part of the Forest's edge.
Relatively close to the human settlements, she is known among them, and few people even know her whereabouts.
Her wisdom respected among those humans as well as the forest kin, she is mostly left rest.
Her youngest son, Kohka, was born with amber eyes, and is thus exepted to grow up to be the next Goldhorn.
tiistai 23. elokuuta 2011
Unhuman race; Kaolinean
Kaolinean (or Kaolinean people), are unhuman race mostly spread to the southeast parts of the Southern Talais. The race has few dosen of small, individual governments, that all have their own (albeit somewhat similar) cultures and habits.
keskiviikko 17. elokuuta 2011
The Unhuman race; Trivores
Trivores (singular; Trivora) are type of Kaolinean people.
They are born when one of the unhatched embryo attacks other two, devouring them to itself, creating one organism. The order of this invasion can result to three types of Trivora; Agro, Medium, or Pacifista.
During the time Kaolinean females used to lay their eggs to simple warm sand-bed, the birth of Trivora was quite common, yet somewhat frowned upon as it was seen as a result of carelessness of the parents, but with the more developed and controlled egg-lay beds, the Trivores have mostly vanished from the societies of Kaolinean people.
Few remain still though, as some Kaolinean refuses to use developed techniques, saying the result of hatching should be on the nature's hands only.
Also, few Kaolinean governments are reported to purposely allow the hatchings of Trivores to train the hatchlings as the private armies that are hired out for other countries as elite soldiers on wars.
As a result, most Trivores these days are soldiers, as in the times past they were most likely criminals or vandals due their innate agressive tendencies.
These days, in most Kaolineas societies the parents are law-bound to report the hatching of trivora, in which case the hatchling is transfered to the government-funded nurture-and education institution.
During the time Kaolinean females used to lay their eggs to simple warm sand-bed, the birth of Trivora was quite common, yet somewhat frowned upon as it was seen as a result of carelessness of the parents, but with the more developed and controlled egg-lay beds, the Trivores have mostly vanished from the societies of Kaolinean people.
Few remain still though, as some Kaolinean refuses to use developed techniques, saying the result of hatching should be on the nature's hands only.
Also, few Kaolinean governments are reported to purposely allow the hatchings of Trivores to train the hatchlings as the private armies that are hired out for other countries as elite soldiers on wars.
As a result, most Trivores these days are soldiers, as in the times past they were most likely criminals or vandals due their innate agressive tendencies.
These days, in most Kaolineas societies the parents are law-bound to report the hatching of trivora, in which case the hatchling is transfered to the government-funded nurture-and education institution.
torstai 7. heinäkuuta 2011
The Time
The Year:
1st month; The Dog's month (Oct. 10th-Nov.5th) 27 days total.
2nd month; The Engel month (Nov.6th-Dec.12th) 37 days total.
3rd month; The Sparrow's month (Dec.13th-Jan.18th) 37 days total.
4th month; The Wolf's month (Jan.19th-Feb.27th) 40 days total.
5th month; The Daimon month (Feb.28th-Apr.6th) 38 or 39 days total.
6th month; The Dragon month (Apr.7th-May.14th) 38 days total.
7th month; The Snake month (May.15th-Jun.21st) 38 days total.
8th month; The Hawk's month (Jun.22nd-Jul.28th) 37 days total.
9th month; The Tiger's month (Jul.29th-Sept.3rd) 37 days total.
10th month; The Cat's month (Sept.4th-Oct.9th) 36 days total.
The Hours:
-Hours of the Day;
1st hour; The Crown of the dawn (6.am)
2nd hour; The hour of the Rooster (7.am)
3rd hour; The hour of the Snake (8.am)
4th hour; The hour of the Horse (9.am)
5th hour; The hour of the Boar (10.am)
6th hour; The hour of the Mule (11.am)
7th hour; The Demiday (12.m)
8th hour; The hour of the Hawk (1.pm)
9th hour; The hour of the Tiger (2.pm)
10th hour; The hour of the Lizard (3.pm)
11th hour; The hour of the Thrush (4.pm)
12th hour; The hour of the Monkey (5pm.)
- Hours of the Night;
1st hour; The hour of the Blackbird (6.pm)
2nd hour; The hour of the Cat (7.pm)
3rd hour; The Crown of the Dusk (8.pm)
4th hour; The hour of the Dog (9.pm)
5th hour; The hour of the Bat (10.pm)
6th hour; The hour of the Owl (11.pm)
7th hour; The Midnight (12.am)
8th hour; The hour of the Wolf (1.am)
9th hour; The hour of the Rat (2.am)
10th hour; The hour of the Hare (3.am)
11th hour; The hour of the Fox (4.am)
12th hour; The hour of the Dragon (who eats it's own tail) (5.am)
1st month; The Dog's month (Oct. 10th-Nov.5th) 27 days total.
2nd month; The Engel month (Nov.6th-Dec.12th) 37 days total.
3rd month; The Sparrow's month (Dec.13th-Jan.18th) 37 days total.
4th month; The Wolf's month (Jan.19th-Feb.27th) 40 days total.
5th month; The Daimon month (Feb.28th-Apr.6th) 38 or 39 days total.
6th month; The Dragon month (Apr.7th-May.14th) 38 days total.
7th month; The Snake month (May.15th-Jun.21st) 38 days total.
8th month; The Hawk's month (Jun.22nd-Jul.28th) 37 days total.
9th month; The Tiger's month (Jul.29th-Sept.3rd) 37 days total.
10th month; The Cat's month (Sept.4th-Oct.9th) 36 days total.
The Hours:
-Hours of the Day;
1st hour; The Crown of the dawn (6.am)
2nd hour; The hour of the Rooster (7.am)
3rd hour; The hour of the Snake (8.am)
4th hour; The hour of the Horse (9.am)
5th hour; The hour of the Boar (10.am)
6th hour; The hour of the Mule (11.am)
7th hour; The Demiday (12.m)
8th hour; The hour of the Hawk (1.pm)
9th hour; The hour of the Tiger (2.pm)
10th hour; The hour of the Lizard (3.pm)
11th hour; The hour of the Thrush (4.pm)
12th hour; The hour of the Monkey (5pm.)
- Hours of the Night;
1st hour; The hour of the Blackbird (6.pm)
2nd hour; The hour of the Cat (7.pm)
3rd hour; The Crown of the Dusk (8.pm)
4th hour; The hour of the Dog (9.pm)
5th hour; The hour of the Bat (10.pm)
6th hour; The hour of the Owl (11.pm)
7th hour; The Midnight (12.am)
8th hour; The hour of the Wolf (1.am)
9th hour; The hour of the Rat (2.am)
10th hour; The hour of the Hare (3.am)
11th hour; The hour of the Fox (4.am)
12th hour; The hour of the Dragon (who eats it's own tail) (5.am)
sunnuntai 19. kesäkuuta 2011
Khimera; habits and social tips
The social habits of Khimera people might seem confusing, difficult and even frightening when first encountered, but with these easy basic tips you will be able to socialize with Khimera in the most situations.
You will learn more along the way and many Khimera are most forgiving for the small mistakes of foreign.
Polite way of greeting:
Start with slight brush of fingertips to your forehead then lips.
After that state your name and status (if any).
The touch of forehead symbols open mind; promise of not planning bad things over the other.
The touch of lips symbols honesty; a promise of truthful words.
The other party will then repeat this gesture.
Right form of addressing:
While introducing oneself, remember to include right title before your name. Same goes while addressing others.
Only close friends can leave the titles out, and even then they usually include them while in presence of other people.
Sere: "good/honoured sir" The unmarried male.
Serr: "good/honoured sir" The married male.
Seri: "good/honoured sir" The widowered male.
Sery: "good/honoured lady" The unmarried female.
Sera: "good/honoured madam" The married female.
Serra: "good/honoured madam" The widowed female.
Social tips:
1. The hair is tabu aka. Do not touch the hair. Ever.
The hair is extremely personal to Khimeras. Touching one's hair is privilege reserved only to one's beloved and thus touching the hair, accidentaly, or -gods forbid- by purpose is worse that grabbing someone's ass or breast in human culture.
Don't worry about the results this act leads.
Just never do it.
2. Emeres aka. Collared people.
Depending on where you come from and your up bringing you'll feel different degrees of pity or disrespect towards these people.
You have become used to associate collars with slaves and ownership, and most likely think of these people less that persons.
Do not.
Emeres are indeed owned, but only in the most loose meaning of the word; the men and women who own them are obligated to take care of them and if they feel their needs are not met, they can choose to be sold to a new master. They are protected by law and by the power of their owners.
If you're not introduced, do not try to speak with them; they will not answer and you'll be seen as rude person.
In any case do not try to order them around. They are not slaves and you'll be not only laughted at but also very likely pulled to a court from disrespecting behaviour.
Also, you'll not be able to trade anything with the Khimeras who think you as rude person.
3. Your name means nothing.
In Khimera kingdoms the person's individual accomplishment is everything that counts.
Do not exept to be respected even if you are related to someone noble or rich or other ways accomplished.
So strange as this custom may seem you'll be only laughted at if you demand good treatment becouse you're sole heir to someone well known.
Your father might be the King of the world. Khimeras do not care.
4. Piercings.
Refrain from using big, noteworthy piercing, even earrings.
Khimeras see piercings as primitive, repulsive act of self-harm, and while they don't exactly get offended by them it is better to stay as minimalized as possibe.
5. Breasts.
Khimera women often walk without any shirt under their jacket, just like men do.
Do not be shocked by this, for to them it is normal act.
Staring at women's breasts will result in strange looks and showing embarrassment caused by them is most likely met with laughter and teasing.
6. Arguments are national hobby.
Once you spend time in leisure with your Khimera acquiantances something you will say without thinking, a question or opinion for example, will most likely be met by opposing point of view that is represented in quite forward way.
Do not be offended by this; it's just Khimerian habit of spending time depating over almost everything one can think of.
The opposing opinion might seem strange, ethically or moraly wrong or just bare queer, but do not think badly of it; it doesn't necessarily represent the individual's own opinion in any way, but just acts as means to get depate started.
Curious things you'll notice:
There are plenty of strange, unfamiliar things in Khimera culture as you'll see.
Here is list of some of them:
- 70% of Khimera population are male:
While walking among the Khimera, you can easily get the feeling that every individual you see or meet are male. This has led to common misunderstanding that Khimera would keep most of their female inside, out of the eyes of foreign. That is not true. The truth is that most of the Khimera indeed is male. Seven of every ten born babies are male and so the amount of people you see is naturally male-oriented.
- Golden hair:
One of the rarer mutation of Khimera population. Roughly one of the twenty-fife children born have golden or strawberry blond hair, as the rest are normal variety of red hair.
It is believed that these children are destinated to have good fortune in life, especially in money-related issues, so do not wonder if Khimera make big fuss over golden haired child.
-Children are loved:
In average, every Khimera loves children; their own or of the other race.
It is not strange that even the total strangers pet, hug, kiss or othervice pamper the children they see. It might even be said that in Khimera culture the children are bublic posession.
The children are the future and their well-being is close to the national-heart of the Khimera.
-Females are taller:
As an (assumed) individual of human race you have gotten used to thougt that females are smaller, more fragile sex. This is not true with Khimera.
The average height of Khimera female is 2,10m (688.98ft) as the averge height of male is from 1,80m to 2m (590 to 656ft).
-Humans are cute:
There is no way to avoid this; where ever you go, you'll get glances and looks.
An average Khimera think human as cutest little thing; probably as a result of parental instinct as facial sculpture of most humans (especially Eastern) remaind somewhat that of the Khimera children; being softer and having bigger, rounder eyes along with lack of height compared to Khimera.
They should not baby-talk to you thought.
You will learn more along the way and many Khimera are most forgiving for the small mistakes of foreign.
Polite way of greeting:
Start with slight brush of fingertips to your forehead then lips.
After that state your name and status (if any).
The touch of forehead symbols open mind; promise of not planning bad things over the other.
The touch of lips symbols honesty; a promise of truthful words.
The other party will then repeat this gesture.
Right form of addressing:
While introducing oneself, remember to include right title before your name. Same goes while addressing others.
Only close friends can leave the titles out, and even then they usually include them while in presence of other people.
Sere: "good/honoured sir" The unmarried male.
Serr: "good/honoured sir" The married male.
Seri: "good/honoured sir" The widowered male.
Sery: "good/honoured lady" The unmarried female.
Sera: "good/honoured madam" The married female.
Serra: "good/honoured madam" The widowed female.
Social tips:
1. The hair is tabu aka. Do not touch the hair. Ever.
The hair is extremely personal to Khimeras. Touching one's hair is privilege reserved only to one's beloved and thus touching the hair, accidentaly, or -gods forbid- by purpose is worse that grabbing someone's ass or breast in human culture.
Don't worry about the results this act leads.
Just never do it.
2. Emeres aka. Collared people.
Depending on where you come from and your up bringing you'll feel different degrees of pity or disrespect towards these people.
You have become used to associate collars with slaves and ownership, and most likely think of these people less that persons.
Do not.
Emeres are indeed owned, but only in the most loose meaning of the word; the men and women who own them are obligated to take care of them and if they feel their needs are not met, they can choose to be sold to a new master. They are protected by law and by the power of their owners.
If you're not introduced, do not try to speak with them; they will not answer and you'll be seen as rude person.
In any case do not try to order them around. They are not slaves and you'll be not only laughted at but also very likely pulled to a court from disrespecting behaviour.
Also, you'll not be able to trade anything with the Khimeras who think you as rude person.
3. Your name means nothing.
In Khimera kingdoms the person's individual accomplishment is everything that counts.
Do not exept to be respected even if you are related to someone noble or rich or other ways accomplished.
So strange as this custom may seem you'll be only laughted at if you demand good treatment becouse you're sole heir to someone well known.
Your father might be the King of the world. Khimeras do not care.
4. Piercings.
Refrain from using big, noteworthy piercing, even earrings.
Khimeras see piercings as primitive, repulsive act of self-harm, and while they don't exactly get offended by them it is better to stay as minimalized as possibe.
5. Breasts.
Khimera women often walk without any shirt under their jacket, just like men do.
Do not be shocked by this, for to them it is normal act.
Staring at women's breasts will result in strange looks and showing embarrassment caused by them is most likely met with laughter and teasing.
6. Arguments are national hobby.
Once you spend time in leisure with your Khimera acquiantances something you will say without thinking, a question or opinion for example, will most likely be met by opposing point of view that is represented in quite forward way.
Do not be offended by this; it's just Khimerian habit of spending time depating over almost everything one can think of.
The opposing opinion might seem strange, ethically or moraly wrong or just bare queer, but do not think badly of it; it doesn't necessarily represent the individual's own opinion in any way, but just acts as means to get depate started.
Curious things you'll notice:
There are plenty of strange, unfamiliar things in Khimera culture as you'll see.
Here is list of some of them:
- 70% of Khimera population are male:
While walking among the Khimera, you can easily get the feeling that every individual you see or meet are male. This has led to common misunderstanding that Khimera would keep most of their female inside, out of the eyes of foreign. That is not true. The truth is that most of the Khimera indeed is male. Seven of every ten born babies are male and so the amount of people you see is naturally male-oriented.
- Golden hair:
One of the rarer mutation of Khimera population. Roughly one of the twenty-fife children born have golden or strawberry blond hair, as the rest are normal variety of red hair.
It is believed that these children are destinated to have good fortune in life, especially in money-related issues, so do not wonder if Khimera make big fuss over golden haired child.
-Children are loved:
In average, every Khimera loves children; their own or of the other race.
It is not strange that even the total strangers pet, hug, kiss or othervice pamper the children they see. It might even be said that in Khimera culture the children are bublic posession.
The children are the future and their well-being is close to the national-heart of the Khimera.
-Females are taller:
As an (assumed) individual of human race you have gotten used to thougt that females are smaller, more fragile sex. This is not true with Khimera.
The average height of Khimera female is 2,10m (688.98ft) as the averge height of male is from 1,80m to 2m (590 to 656ft).
-Humans are cute:
There is no way to avoid this; where ever you go, you'll get glances and looks.
An average Khimera think human as cutest little thing; probably as a result of parental instinct as facial sculpture of most humans (especially Eastern) remaind somewhat that of the Khimera children; being softer and having bigger, rounder eyes along with lack of height compared to Khimera.
They should not baby-talk to you thought.
sunnuntai 3. huhtikuuta 2011
Part-humans: Gerians
Few generatios ago in the northern-east province of Gerian happened the greatest alchemic disaster so far in the history of Talais.
An alchemic laboratory that laid within the boundaries of the province caught fire and burned down, expoding huge amounts of alchemic waste all around.
This disaster killed hundreds of people and hamstrung thousands, but the real terrors of the cathastrophe were only revealed in following generatios of effected people and fauna.
The descendants had severe, monsterous mutations starting with several extra limbs and leading to hideous, unnatural changes in their mental and physical states.
In current generations the most drastic mutations seem to have tuned down, but mutations of whole new kind have also been born as the elder generation of these persons now being called as "Gerians" have married eachother.
Gerians have swifty started to develope their own subculture as the clans wandering around Talais have become more permanent.
Most human communities treat the Gerians with fearful suspicious or violent hate, but communities with more inhuman connect (like places with Kires culture around) have more tolerance towards them.
Kires themselves accept most Gerian without so much as the bat of eye, maybe becouse many Gerians have Kiresian ancestors.
At the moment it is under debate if Gerian should still be defined as part-humans, or as race of their entire own.
An alchemic laboratory that laid within the boundaries of the province caught fire and burned down, expoding huge amounts of alchemic waste all around.
This disaster killed hundreds of people and hamstrung thousands, but the real terrors of the cathastrophe were only revealed in following generatios of effected people and fauna.
The descendants had severe, monsterous mutations starting with several extra limbs and leading to hideous, unnatural changes in their mental and physical states.
In current generations the most drastic mutations seem to have tuned down, but mutations of whole new kind have also been born as the elder generation of these persons now being called as "Gerians" have married eachother.
Gerians have swifty started to develope their own subculture as the clans wandering around Talais have become more permanent.
Most human communities treat the Gerians with fearful suspicious or violent hate, but communities with more inhuman connect (like places with Kires culture around) have more tolerance towards them.
Kires themselves accept most Gerian without so much as the bat of eye, maybe becouse many Gerians have Kiresian ancestors.
At the moment it is under debate if Gerian should still be defined as part-humans, or as race of their entire own.
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