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Rostovii Clan

Nomadic Warmongering Warriors

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a character in “Divine providence”, originally authored by Weilacca, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Rostovii Clan

Race: Lukai

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Fur colour: Black and/or Red

Family history: The Rostovii Clan had been founded as a nomadic clan wondering the frozen north. They saw the land as their Mother and swore to never rip the land apart for selfish means such as food or shelter. Instead, they would settle temporarily at areas near wild game for their survival. The Clan was very peaceful and took a diplomatic approach to other families they would run into during their travels. However, they were soon brought to a living hell once they followed their game near the equatorial plains. The 'settlers' saw the Rostovii Clan as barbarians, shunning their way of life and driving them back to the north. Without good means of fighting, the Rostovii Clan had to retreat in order to survive, but they had no means of food after loosing the sight and travels of the game. With starvation plagued across the Clan, they had to turn to the 5 Gods of the Senses for enlightenment of survival. From that, a third "Divine spokesperson" was born. The deformities of the mouth had shown that he was the spokesperson of the God of Taste. This man was appointed as the new leader once he reached the coming of age, his views of the 'settlers' gave him hatred for the heretics. He lead the Clan into an age of weapons crafting, new scythe-sword like weapons were made, designed to slice the head away from the body, or to rip the limbs off. Preventing the victim from any further sins. And now, the nomadic Rostovii Clan is filled with warlike hearts and plagued with hatred from the 'settlers' and doomed to destroy anything which have signs of sin.

Family profession: Great Weapon smiths and Warriors.

Family members:
Name|Gender|Age|Divine Attribute|Weapons|Description

Ranko Rostovii | Female | 50 | Ears (1st Spokesperson) | Spear | Deformity in the ears, causing deafness. Black fur. 5'5".
Dae Rostovii | Male | 52 | Nose (2nd Spokesperson) | Bow and Arrows | Deformity in nose, causing no smell. Black and red spotted fur. 5'10"
Jodac Rostovii | Male | 35 | Mouth (3rd Spokesperson) | Scythe-sword (Rostovii greatsword) and Shield | Deformity in mouth causing no taste, lips stuck together at random bits, wears a black rag to cover mouth. Red fur. 6'5"
Alekzandr Rostovii | Male | 32 | Hands (4th Spokesperson) | Hand-Hand Combat (No weapon) | Wears gloves to cover hands, hands have natural holes in them. Striped red and black fur. 6'2". Current leader of the Rostovii Clan
Vladamir Rostovii | Male | 17 | Eyes (5th Spokesperson) | 2 Duel wield Rostovii great swords. Wields the swords backwards, scythe pointing away from body. | Wears a rag across the eyes, blind. Uses sound to see. Grey-ish Fur. Heir to Rostovii leadership.

Public agenda: Survival of the Clan.

Secret agenda: Destruction of the 'Settlers'.

So begins...

Rostovii Clan's Story

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In the frozen plains slightly north from the equator, the land was glowing white with the sun reflecting off of the snow covered land. However, the peaceful scenery was disturbed by a large group of gers dotted closely together across the plains. Built out of mammoth and deer hide, most gers were completely set up where some where still undergoing construction. On the outside, placed in a star shape around the settlement were smaller one to two man gers, about five of them. Outside stood two tamers at each ger, one was holding onto a sabre-tooth tiger by a rope around the neck where the other was setting up a wooden cage. The tigers were obviously well trained and tamed, they were either lying in the snow allowing the tamer to pet them or play fighting with the tamer.




At the center of the settlement stood a tight collection of gers, the main family gers. They were decorated neatly and were made of high quality hide. Outside stood two men, conversing about the settlement;
"Everything seems to be running smoothly, Brother, now we just need to get the report back from the scouts before we get into action." One of the two spoke, he was the current leader of the Clan. Alekzandr Rostovii, he wore thick clothing made of mammoth fur, with leather gloves over his hands. As he exhaled, white steam diffused into the air.
"Mm, from the reports while traveling, the herd seems to be dwindling. But that could just be a false report, since the scouts were attacked by some damn sabre-tooth's." The other replies, Jodac Rostovii. A man of large build, dressed in similar clothing but had a black rag worn over his mouth. A large scythe-sword known as the Rostovii great sword hung from his belt, glistening in the sunlight.

The conversation was interrupted by a younger man, out of breath and dressed in poorly made insulated clothing. "Sir, we have the report on the herd. It's very small and consists of little adults. We think it's either a small amount of the main herd which was accidentally separated or a neighboring tribe had been picking at it." He spoke between breaths, hunched over and resting his hands on his knees.
"I see... Thank you. What about the foliage? There must be some fruits around." Alekzandr replied.
"Yes, there is a large amount of fruits in the forest nearby."
"That will have to do, we might need to lower rations for the following months. Go get the hunters to gather here at sunset." He dismissed the scout, causing him to nod and jog off, wheezing out of fatigue. He then turned to Jodac.
"Brother, I want you to gather the gatherers and set up on a foraging mission as soon as possible. Gather as much fruits and return by sundown."
"Ugh, seriously? You really do underestimate me." Jodac replied to his brother with a click of his tongue.
"I don't care, do as I say." He sharpened his voice at Jodac, forcing him to wonder off after giving a swearword and a large sigh.

"I wonder why I haven't been dreaming lately, It's hard to make decisions if I have no influence from the gods. Have I been abandoned? I need to find out, but I doubt my parents would help, they would get me dethroned at an instant. Jodac would do the same and Vladamir probably doesn't understand. I really don't trust Jodac though, he seems to be finding fault at everything I do. He must be planning something..." Alekzandr thought to himself and he headed off around the settlement, searching for his son.




Vladamir was located at the edge of the settlement, play fighting with one of the tamed sabre-tooth tigers. His movements were smooth and he would click his tongue at random intervals to work as means as echolocation. He was also dressed in high quality furs with a black rag stretched across his eyes.
One of the tamers gave off a small giggle before speaking to the heir; "He seems to like you, Vladamir"
"Aha, maybe he is just working me up before he eats me." Vladamir replied with a joke, laughing a little.
"Hahaha, probably! Shouldn't you be heading to the center? Your father must be looking for you."
"Hm, I guess I should." Vladamir stood as he spoke, wiping his clothing all over with the effort to remove the snow from him. "Could you point me in the direction of the center?" The question caused the tamer to turn Vladamir's body towards the center of the settlement.
"That way."
"Thanks!" He waved as he walked off, clicking his tongue to determine a path.

"I should ask father why my dreams always consist of either standing in the snow surrounded by bodies, or at a mass funeral. And in each dream, I was covered in blood. Maybe it's just some nightmare, I don't want to worry him..." He thought to himself before being stopped by one of the clansmen who stated that Vladamir was about to walk into a ger. He was pointed onto the main path and set off towards the center.

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It was night, but the frozen plains were still glistening in the light reflected from the two moons in the clear night sky. Guards wondered around the perimeter of the Rostovii settlement, pulling a sabre-tooth tiger with them. The guards held large flaming torches to give them light as they surveyed the lands, protecting the Clan should there be any attack. On the inside, guards walked around the labyrinth of gers in twos, one carrying a flaming torch for light. Some guards were returning to their family's ger showing it was the end of their shift. Everything was silent, for now.




A mile away from the settlement lay a small herd of deer, either sleeping on the snow in the dark, or wondering around the area ripping out the small tufts of grass which poked out of the snow. Nearby, hidden in the local foliage were the Rostovii hunters. They numbered to about 30 men, including Alekzandr and Vladamir. Without a word, Alekzandr made a simple hand signal, telling the hunters his plan. They should gain one deer per man in order to feed the rest of the clansmen, there was a enough deer to fulfill this rule, but they were mostly juveniles. The group spread out, walking carefully to only give off the small sound of crunching on the snow. They were picking their targets and moving in slowly, each wielding either a spear or a Rostovii Great Sword.

Alekzandr did not wield any weapon, they were insignificant to him. This did not hinder his choice as he slowly made his was to the largest deer. He gave off a small whistle while pulling his gloves off, showing his strange hands which made him a spokesperson. They had holes in them, not from fighting, he was born with them. The cold air instantly turned them red and then blue, this also caused the holes to begin bleeding, small drops of blood fell to the floor. It was a religious rule that spokespeople must use their "hidden sense" when taking part in acts of survival. As long as no other being saw the hidden sense, of course.
The whistle attracted the attention of the large deer, it perked it's head up and quickly stood, raising it's awareness of the surroundings. Suddenly, it was met with a being jumping onto it's back. Alekzandr used the noise given off by the small cries of the dying deer and the noise of his target raising to quickly move into it's blind spot. Now that he had made contact, he made the killing quick, grabbing onto the head of the deer and quickly whipping it sideways. Snapping the neck and causing the deer to fall to the ground. Dead.




Vladamir had followed a juvenile deer into the woods, using the sound of it's heartbeat and footsteps as a means to track it. He stayed far enough from the deer to make clicking sounds without grabbing it's attention. He used this chance to climb a tree and move silently across the branches. His light footed nature placed him at an advantage. However, the sounds of the deer had disappeared, he looked around hoping to "see" the sound waves but there was nothing. It was a good thing no one was around, he raised his arm to his head and pulled the rag which covered his eyes to rest on his forehead. His eyes were obviously deformed, the eyelids were sealed a small parts, giving the look of his eyes being behind bars. His sight was the same, he could not see well due to the parts of his eyelids covering his sight, but it was still enough for him to see the deer. It was still and looking around the area. The sound of climbing the tree must have made it aware, but it did not stop Vladamir. He quickly and silently ran across the branches, placing him above the deer, in it's blind spot. He carefully pulled his swords off of the clips, holding them both upside down, the blade cleanly ran parallel to his arm with the scythe part pointing outwards.

Vladamir switched his wielding to hold one of the swords upright, resting the scythe part across the branch he lowered himself down carefully. Hanging right above the deer, finally, when the time was right. He pulled the sword away from the branch and dropped down, before he even touched the floor, he swung the other sword upwards. Using a punching motion to drive the sword into the neck of the deer, the scythe part, specially designed to decapitate, sliced into the deer's throat, cutting cleanly until it was stopped by the spinal cord.
As the deer fell to the ground, dying the snow from white to red in blood, Vladamir landed on the ground next to it. He placed his swords back to the clips located on the sides of his belt and pulled the rag back over his eyes. He quickly felt over the deer and grabbed the legs, pulling it in the direction of the rendezvous point, clicking to determine a path.

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The rising sun and reddened skies was a beautiful sight when held in contrast with the snow covered land. It had snowed over the night, this was obvious as the gers had a neat layer of snow sitting on the tops. Although it was early, the settlement was lively as ever. Clansmen left the warmth of their gers to gather at a very large ger built nearby the center, smoke poured out of a few small holes made in the roofing and the smell of cooked meat filled the air. At the front of the gathering stood the two founders of the Rostovii Clan, dressed in the same high quality mammoth fur as their children. Dae Rostovii stood at the entrance, handing the rations of cooked venison to the clansmen, they were smaller than usual due to the small amount hunted, but it was enough to give the clansmen just enough to survive the day and enough left overs for the royalty.
Inside the ger, Ranko Rostovii was cooking the venison on an open fire. Wood pierced the fresh, blood covered meat and were driven into the ground to hold the meat close enough to the fire to cook without major burning. About 20 pieces could be cooked at one time.




Alekzandr Rostovii sat on the ground cross legged in front of the royal family ger, staring at the reddened skies as the sun slowly rose. His stomach rumbled at the smell of food, causing him to give off a sigh, he had to wait until the rest of the clan was fed.
"I knew we settled too close to a settler's domain. The perimeter guards told me that they noticed some riders standing too close for comfort, the way they described them made it obvious that they were settlers. But why didn't they attack?" He thought to himself, raising his hand to his chin as he thought further; "It would be suicide to attack now, since they are aware of our presence. And we have to wait some time before we can send some scouts after the herd to monitor their movements, we may be in this place for a week."
He gave off a sigh and then a giggle, "If I spoke to Jodac about this, he would go crazy and lead an army without my consent. And Vladamir would just panic, probably. Actually, I haven't spoke to him much. Ever since his mother died, he's been very quiet and reserved. But why?"
He gave off another giggle as Jodac poked his head out of the entrance to the gear asking "You said my name?". Alekzandr simply shook his hand and continued laughing.
"I'm just happy with the peaceful morning we're having. Life just overwhelms me at times."