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The Tralli

The humanoid swine-people of the southeast

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a character in “Age of Eons.”, as played by HLP210

Description

Race: Tralli
Language: Etheriac
Origin: The Tralli were raised in mud-pits in the southeast, and have adopted a nomadic lifestyle
Religion: The Tralli worship the one, single Ethereal.
Appearance: The Tralli are humanoid in appearance, but their swine-like noses and three-digited hands set them apart.
Skills and Attributes: The Tralli are efficient hunters and gatherers, and respect authority and the law. Though not enforced or encouraged in any shape or way, the Tralli seldom bathe in mud pits, much like the ones they were conceived in. They have an oddly acurate religious understanding of the universe, including knowledge of astrological formations such as stars and planets.
Prominent figures

Hana: One of the oldest figures in Tralli history, Hana led his people out of the mud pits and into the new world.

Mork: A Tralli warlord, he is often glorified as being the conqueror of an ancient people, which allowed the Tralli to expand. Whilst this may be true, Mork was not a benevolent individual. He was violent, controlling, and power hungry.

Ordu: Claimed to be an extension of the Ethereal's consciousness, he worked towards the Tralli not having to be nomadic, he lived his entire life trying to find his people a home, but ultimately failed as all those lands were taken from them.

So begins...

The Tralli's Story

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Tralli legend states that about this time their race was conceived in the mudpits of the southeast. They beleive that the Ethereal, an incredibly power god-like figure, descended from the depths of the universe and the sea of stars to give raise to life as they knew it. In an incredible display of power, the Ethereal created the Tralli, raising the first of them from the mud pits as if they were pulling them out by a rope. The Tralli are humanoid in appearance, with tan skin and dark hair, their main discerning feature being their noses and three-fingered hands, which trek into pig-like territory. These are the reasons why they have been called the 'swine-people of the southeast'. The Tralli hold a sacred connection to the mud, as it is not only their source of conception, but also provides hospitality, community, and even healing to the Tralli. Some of the nastiest of wounds will seal quickly when a Tralli submerges the flesh in the murky water.

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Although the common stereotype is that the Tralli are nothing but mud-loving pigs, this assumption is wrong. Although the Tralli do hold sentimental feelings for the mud, they aren't dirty, stupid animals. The Tralli were capable of everything that any other people was capable of. They built stone huts, developed a system of government, and displayed awareness of the world around them. Their early huts were simple, as they adopted a nomadic lifestyle, following their food, as well as good weather. However, permanent settlements were heard of. When climates or the presence of food became inhospitable, the Tralli would either tank through the conditions, or the structures would be left up as an act of goodwill to anyone else who came across them, presuming they were Tralli as well. The ancient king, Hana, is widely considered the first person of authority to inspire the Tralli not to just soak in the mud like lazy pigs their entire life. Hana's words gave them purpose.

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However, with expansion came competition, naturally. The Tralli encountered other peoples, and some of those people were either hostile, or had resources that the Tralli needed to survive. In came Warlord Mork, who led the fur-clad warriors to victory over their opponents, allowing their civilization to grow. Often glorified as sometimes even a greater hero than Hana, Mork was a tyrant about all. He mindlessly slaughtered entire peoples, tortured them, and commit hundreds of unspeakable atrocities. Though the legends of Mork the Pig-Beast never spread too far around the entire world, it is still a burden that is often unheard of to the Tralli, that only the oldest and the wisest of them can regret.

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The Tralli expanded outwards, but were still universally stereotyped as lazy pig-people. This led to conflicts within Tralli society, as they found the stereotype repulsive. Some didn't want to beleive it, but as the old saying goes, it's all about the perspective. Long story short, the Tralli split into two different groups entirely. The Tralli of the East, and the Tralli of the West. The eastern Tralli continued their nomadic lifestyles, moving from grazing area to grazing area, mud pit to forest and back to mud pit again. The western Tralli moved to the edge of a western peninsula, and set up permanent settlements. This civilization would continue to grow, and became infamous amount the Tralli...

Meanwhile, in the east, the Tralli erected temples to pray to the grand Ethereal spirit. The nomads would travel cross-country and stop at these temples for nourishment and to pray. This idea would inspire the west not long after, but these temples would hold their place in Eastern Tralli culture and society. The Eastern Tralli gained an identity from here as they began wearing robes and clothing other than furs and leathers. Their warriors had an identity similar to that of their hunters. They made it known that they were the Eastern Tralli, servants to the Ethereal, lords of the earth.

The Western Tralli would soon retort by making images of themselves, and forming the Tralli's earliest form of high society, wearing fine clothing and styling their hair (all of it).

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The Tralli became self-conscious about their surroundings in this time. As they dominated their surroundings, they began to notice how the borders with their geographical counterparts began to connect. The Eastern Tralli set up their monastaries around the east, expanding eventually to the edge of the sea. The Western Tralli already lined a major body of water, but their cartographers soon showed how this "lake" actually connected with known monastaries of the Eastern Tralli. It became clear that the Tralli inhabited a small continent itself. They looked out to the sea, wondering if there was anything beyond it. Could this just be some great, big, infinite ocean with no end?

As both civilizations grew, one thing became certain to them. One would have to be destroyed for the other to survive. This led to small conflicts which escalated. Small outposts of Western Tralli would claim lands near the monastaries of the Eastern Tralli, and slowly expand. This quickly led to conflict, all political, economic, and militaric conflict. The Western Tralli began to starve, not having the fertile lands that the Eastern Tralli had. The Eastern Tralli became sick, and lived short lives, as they did not have the advanced civilization that the Western Tralli had.

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The Border War began around 7,430 BRT. Since the very beginning, the Tralli thrived off of crops grown near murky, muddy areas, much like the mud pits they arose in. Early Trallikind would use their powerful lungs to submerge themselves in the mud, and then spring out and nab curious animals for consumption. The only thing linking the Western and Eastern Tralli would be the farming of Ildamai, a maize-like plant that grew in the mud pits. The Eastern Tralli had too much of it, and gladly offered some of it to the Western Tralli over the years to attempt and build some sort of peace between the two peoples. The two people traded cloth and textiles for food and religious texts. As the Western Tralli population grew, the need for food increased. The Eastern Tralli could not keep up with supply and demand, not only from having few farms and a nomadic lifestyle, but they were too busy indulging themselves on the pleasures provided by the Western Tralli. Soon, trade between the peoples stopped, and the Border War is what followed. Although it is arguable who started it initially, many scholars beleive it was the Western Tralli. They expanded outwards to threaten the Eastern Tralli and claim their fertile land, and the Eastern Tralli faught back after the infamous Nar Tressal was captured, the most powerful monastery to all Tralli. The Western Tralli saw this as one of their greatest victories, now having control over their most precious religious monument. The Eastern Tralli faught back.

Although the Western Tralli had the advantage of discipline, armor, metal weapons, and strategy, General Reonu greatly underestimated the fighting power of the nomads. Reonu led his squadron into the forest, with the intent on capturing a small ghost-settlement (one of the settlements the Eastern Tralli set up just to be abandoned and returned to by other peoples). When they arrived there, the inhabitants of the village ran, and hid back in the mud pits. Reonu was prepared to set the village ablaze, when suddenly, an arrow struck him in the heart, killing him moments later. From the trees came, fortunately, enough Tralli to be counted on your fingers. The Western Warriors, as they called themselves, raised their shields as a barrage of arrows rained down. They all survived, and ran at the trees, swords drawn. The tree-bound nomads leaped from tree to tree with incredible grace, until they led the Western Warriors into the deep forest. Confused and lost, the Western Warriors prepared to burn down the forest. They called for their torchman, just to have his blood rain down on them from his suspended body in the trees. The Western Warriors went into a scramble, confused and hysteric. Everytime they turned their backs, another one of them went missing. Finally came the sense of defeat, and the remaining Western Warriors went into a full panic, sprinting out of the forest. It was within the teachings of the prophet Ordu to keep loss of life to a minimum, but the tree-bound nomads wanted to send a message. They chased them, leaping effortlessly from treebranch to treebranch, even exceeding the speed of the Western Warriors. The Warriors, on the other hand, had no idea that their enemies were literally above their heads. They found out when a blade attached to a rope pierced the back of one of their own, and hoisted them into the tree. They ran faster, feeling fate closing in on them. These rope-blades were fired out of blowdarts by the nomads, and they picked off the fleeting Warriors with ease, until there were only three left. The nomads dropped from the trees, and engaged them in hand-to-hand combat. The Warriors couldn't lay a finger on the quick-moving nomads. For every swing of a sword, the nomads would dodge and then strike upwards, breaking the arms of the Warriors. With little to no weaponry, they killed all but one of the Warriors, with no loss of their own ranks. They broke every bone in his body with single strikes, and then sent him crawling home. The nomads had single-handedly defeated the barbarian-like Western Warriors, who had already gallons of Eastern blood on their hands, all from moving in one direction.

What of the Western Warrior who survived? He would go home, and tell tales of how gracefully and easily the nomads moved through the trees, how quiet and yet power-carrying they were. Before they went unconscious, they uttered, how it was impossible for a target to escape from the nomads. That Warrior survived, however. In fact, they would go the rest of their life doing incredible things for the Western Tralli, and would go down in history as THE Western Warrior.

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The Border Wars lasted 2 years, and ended in a great compromise. The opposing forces didn't conquer one another, but rather, they realized the strengths of their enemies, and how they completed their own weaknesses. Although the people were hesitant, the Emperor of the Western Tralli decided to appeal to the Eastern Nomads. This resulted in the infamous Demostration of Gual. As the Eastern Nomads had no central government, Emperor Gual had to appeal to the Eastern Tralli as a whole. What resulted was a 4 hour long military parade through the forests, in which they stopped at temples to pray, handed out gifts to the adults and toys to the children, and military captains signed reparation contracts.

Tensions would be tense for the next few hundred years, but they would ease as the two peoples became one once more... and a completely new people in that. But that tension would be long and full of struggle, as the two peoples could never truly forgive eachother for the atrocities committed. The only way the settle their differences, was to let time take it's course.

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400 years later, the Eastern and Western Tralli will have perfectly blended back into one people. The Tralli of Yuno (as the continent was later named) were a single people, unlike in the past. The entire continent now covered in permanent settlements, the Tralli were never encouraged to stay in one place. Their homes were wherever family and friends are, no matter how spread out they were. They travelled the continent, spreading tales of grandeur in the regions. Their warriors were something fierce, too... with light armor and some of the finest weaponry, the Warrior Nomads are incredibly graceful, and deadly at the same time. They leap through the trees with ease, and can hop through obstacles in a matter of seconds, not making a single sound. When they strike, they strike hard, with their advanced 'flying blades'. These Warnomads were taught to never stop travelling. To see every sight there is to see. Their home was to become the world, and their family was to become it's people.

However, the wanderlust of the Tralli would continue to grow after the most picture perfect maps were made of the entire island, and there wasn't a sight they hadn't seen. The only chance at seeing something new for the Tralli, was to go BEYOND the infinite ocean. They built wooden boats, and set out into the ocean. None of those expeditions ever returned. Maybe they found someplace worth not going back, maybe they fell off the edge of the world, maybe they still traversed the infinite oceans as the stories were passed around the campfires. Realistically, these were the first real boats the Tralli ever built, they were probably destroyed when midnight came around and the tides went crazy. But that didn't mean the Tralli wanderlust would forever be unsatisfied... if anything, in the following years, the Tralli would have a reason to go beyond their continent, no matter the cost...

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Three warnomads sat on a mountain top, staring down at the mist hovering over their village (nothing mysterious, they knew it was just precipitation). They exchanged stories of battle and travel, and the legends about a not-Tralli creature who travelled around in a flying blue box across space and time. The female warnomad laughed at the one's story about how they found a volcano once. To be fair, so did all of them. After her fit of laughing, she relaxed in the bushy grass, and stared up at the clouds. She saw something long, and lizard-like fly across the sky. She got up and stared at it in curiosity... and the other warriors looked up as well. The creature began to descend, and quickly, too.

--2 Hours Later--

The dactyl's full assault rained down on the island, it having destroyed three of the ethereal shrines. A whole squadron of warnomads came riding up, and threw their ropeblades into the creature's side. Knowing the threat, the dactyl arched it's back, ripping the blades out, and throwing the warnomads away. There was no blade put against this creature that could pierce it's scales. But the creature's advance was halted when it came to the Western Coast, the birthplace of the ancient Western Warriors. The dactyl was met with cannons, which fired explosive shells into the creature, cracking a few of it's scales. The dactyl dove down, and swallowed the cannon squad whole. Just then came a young and arrogant warnomad, who stuck a ropeblade into exposed flesh under one of the cracked scales behind the dactyl's head. The dactyl struggled to get it free, but the warnomad scaled all the way to the top, before he took out his blade and stabbed it into the pink flesh. But you see, this poor soul was young and arrogant, and didn't know better. The dactyl didn't die, instead, it threw itself into a stone tower, killing the warnomad instantly. But his death wasn't in vein, for the blade just tore the wound deeper as it collided into the stone tower. The people were encouraged to move into the forests to save themselves, but unbeknownst to them, lure the dactyl. The dactyl followed the people, swallowing up some 7 of them on it's way. The warnomads up ahead were moving full speed through the trees, hoping to get to their destination before the powerful creature did. They passed some Tralli bodies, but were forced to move along. Finally, they got to their destination.

The dactyl came into an empty, long, narrow mud pit, surrounded by trees. It looked around for the warnomads, while gulping down a few. It listened deeply to the forest... nothing... but it could smell them here. They were here, it knew it. Their trail was cut off... but how?

Suddenly, it felt two ropeblades dig into the exposed flesh on the back of it's head. Before it could react, the bearers of the ropeblades were falling down, into the mudpit, dragging it down with them. An entire section of the forest was destroyed by it's fall, but trees could be replanted, lives could not. Just then, hundreds of arrows shot into it the back of it's head, and other warriors dropped down into the mud pit, working together to drop a rope on it. The dactyl began to struggle, but it all happened so fast. Suddenly, several cannons shot out of the mud, and the captain yelled above their lungs; "FIRE"! Four whole shells were planted into the dactyl's head, and penetrated deeply. That entire procedure only took 4 seconds for the warnomads to carry out. But the dactyl wasn't done yet. It lifted it's powerful head, and flapped it's wings until it was airborne. It rammed it's side into the nearby mountain and caused a rockslide. The rocks came tumbling down, and killed dozens of people hiding near the mountain in hopes of safety. As quickly as the dactyl came, it was gone, leaving the island simply because it became bored.

These memories would scar the Tralli people, but at the same time, it fuelled their depraved wanderlust... where did that lurte (Tralli for snake-demon) come from? There had to be a world beyond for it to have come there in the first place. And so began, the Tralli expeditions into the New World.