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âAndaluz, oh Andaluz, my Andaluzia.~â - Popular Pan-Andaluziano sport chant.
Snowcaps are rare in the lands of the Andaluziano. These verdant equatorial lands, peninsulas and islands filled with a vast variety of terrain and dominated largely by jagged coasts, long verdant plains, and heat- both the equatorial balminess of the land and the passions of its peoples.
The Andaluziano are conquerors and guerrillas, and it was their land which faced the greatest incursions of non-western Danaan culture into their own. This may have caused the massive passion that is so stereotypically aligned with them- and it certainly infused their castles, their ruins, their place names, even their names- with the spice which the rest of the Danaan cultures so often associate them with.
It is a place for vacation, for enrichment, and for sport. The many nation-states and their component regions themselves are very passionate about their sport, about as passionate as those from Tibur are about their food- though the Tiburanos are counted amongst the pan-Andaluzian peoples, too.
It should be noted that the majority of Western Danaan Werelions and the only surviving community of werecattle of any sort (were-anarochs to be exact) hail from the Andaluzian nation-states.
There are dozens of nation-states within Andaluz at this point in time, some sovereign, some semi-sovereign, some only sovereign in name. But a few of the most notable include:
The Republic of Varga - While it started off as a small city, Varga is a powerful, passionate, and economically precise nation-state which has only suffered small periods of any real control over it by other Andaluzian nations. It is one of the longest standing republics in the world, and a traditional rival of Clacise. It should be noted that despite it's small size, the Varganos are the stereotyped as the most passionate of the lands in Andaluz, and they are certainly one of the most economically cautious and easy to send into a machine gun rant. Varga has one of the most temperate climates in the region.
The United Kingdom of Tizona and Colanda - An United Kingdom only in name, Tizona and Colanda, or as it is more commonly known by most Danaan peoples, Tizona- is a country which was once in a personal and total union with its sibling state, Colanda. Some centuries ago, the entirety of Colanda seceded from the united Kingdom in dispute over the choice of heir (at the end of one dynasty and replaced by another) and it became a noble confederation, and later parlimentary democracy which glares heatedly at Tizona often. Tizona shares the Andaluzian peninsula with Colanda and several smaller nations. Notably, old Tibur and large parts the northern Tiburan Peninsula states are ruled by Tizona, yet that is not apart of the United Kingdom in name or otherwise.
The Crown of Colanda - The crown of Colanda is a crown only in that. A federalized parlimentary republic where there are three legislative houses and the most of the power lays there. The crown of Colanda is tremendously protective of itself against Tizona, and it is this nation that people mean when they say 'Colanda'. Colanda is more verdant and temperate, as well as northern, than its more powerful sibling- and they both exist on the Andaluzian peninsula along with several smaller nations.
The Most Serene Republican Confederacy of Clacise - The true power in the Tiburan peninsula, the Clacise is a merchant power and has been since its earliest days. They have more in common with the rest of the tiburan peninsula states than the Tizonanos do, for sure- and for this reason they are rivals with them and the Varganos in many things. Clacise has the most successful history of colonization in Kayathna and Yanuto of any Andaluziano states. Clacise is red-topped villages and cities, verdant valleys, forests, plains and vinyards, farmland, and much rich coast.
More to come! As players make them.
It was only then that the tavern door's flung themselves wide open letting in the light of day and the figure of an old gentleman with a large hat atop his head and an old staff betwixed his gnarled fingers.
"Barkeep!" The elderly gentleman called out over the ruckus of good times and booze. "I want something strong. Whiskey, the rocks, and lets not get to stingy with the supposed good times." Bigsby smirked and made his way over to the bar just to take a seat while the Bartender took up his order.
The elderly wizard took a quick glance around the room and took in the faces who seemed to enjoy the game. They all seemed to be having such a good time but if it was truly about the game playing on the tube above then that was a question for another time.
"Bartender, your finest wine, and do leave the bottle." he said, placing a large, old looking gold coin on the counter as payment. While he waited he too observed the room, noting in particular the presence of a not altogether unknown wizard, primarily for his signature hat. His red eyes smoldered behind the dark lenses he wore, and a cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"GET 'EM!" He bellowed, just as someone in a very big hat settled in beside him at Grunges Tavern and ordered a whiskey. "I'll have onnathose too, Dirk," Heulog placed the order just before the barkeep could crawl from earshot.
The corner of his conscious was being tugged by another unfamiliar figure, and as the drink was on his way he gave the stranger a glance. Who the hell was that?
What a remarkable example of living life to the fullest. The young man wanted a whiskey and when both orders arrived Bigsby offered his as a toast.
"For the Cinnamon Stomper!" Bigsby shouted his rejoice so that he would blend in slightly with the others present. The old wizard allowed his staff to rest against the bar's counter while he took his seat and began to figure out what to do with the demonic thing to his left.
What sort of game would be played though? And the stakes? Tough decisions when one hadn't taken the time to get to know the players deepest wants and desires. He settled himself nearby with his wine, casting his eyes to the game being watched by most of the patrons. Wouldn't it be just too bad if one side's star player were to injure his ankle on the next play, so sad indeed.
"They're the greatest, y'know tha', an-" Heulog began rambling to the hat man to his side, but had become distracted by the finely dressed and far more sinister fellow to the other. Was he drinking wine?
"Is tha' wine?" The disgust was hard to hide in his voice, but it was bubbled with laughter that could only come from a condescending sportsman.
It would be a surprise that it could've been a young wizard seem to be in his twenty's, but it digress, it didn't want any drinks since it doesn't like any strong tasting liquid In its system, as the young unidentified witch that takes the soul of a human being, a normal human being at that. Looks to be innocent and all, takes an opened seat at the bar, as it began too scan the whole area surrounding the young witch.
The large hatted wizard began to ponder what anyone would see in a pseudo-chess game that involved bits of musical chairs and a little half hazard limbo shenanigans. The Hat simply downed his second drink as soon as it was served only to motion the main to pour him another.
Upon hearing his fellow compatriot comment about the others drink of choice Bigsby decided to turn and look a the demon. Of all the obvious things the mortal man could have commented on it had to be the choice of drink for a damned thing.
"The man has a refined taste. Hell maybe we should all drink something different from time to time."
"Tell me, have you ever been? It's quite nice this time of year."
Something else entered, and Heulog raised a brow at the sight of it. The hell was that? The hell was going on in here? Instead of saying anything, he just downed another whiskey and turned attention to the screen. But the whiskey wasn't a whiskey, it was a water. Sputtering in disbelief, and almost choking on the healthy liquid, Heulog shouted down the bar for Dirk.
"Heyya ASS! Whadinthefrabledidja think this is some kin'a joke?!" Someone was about to get stomped, not just in the game!
"Allow me." Bigsby moved his hand over the top of the glass only to cast a minor spell of prestigitation over the water forcing its flavor to taste like the whiskey the man had just previously had. "Now give that a shot."
As for the Hell of a question Bigsby simply nodded. "I visited not long ago. Though I assure you it was never a pleasant bit of time."
It was always such fun to toy with the more powerful mortals, wizards especially. Those who wanted even more power were particularly enjoyable, and often all too willing to make a deal without thinking everything through.
Those words seemed to ring within the wizards ears and reverberate within his own mind as he quickly thought over the countless exploits he could plant his flag and claim as his own. Countless trips to Hell, The Shadow Emperors Bathroom, Devouring whole stars to sustain his own self interested weight gain schemes!
The Hat was more well known for some of his more light hearted shenanigans than some common bar louse! The Nerve of such a foul mouthed creature! Bigsby thought of many things he could say to wound the beasts pride.
"You wear only the cheapest Armani Suits."
"You have the audacity to come to the surface without bathing first? You smell of Hell's Natural auroma."
"What? Are we to cheap to actually find a better place to drink or does the idea of easy pickings these days bring out the lowliest amongst your kind?!"
Instead Bigsby kept his mouth shut and downed yet another whiskey. The old wizards mind began to run countless scenarios only to stop and glance upon a young girl who seemed by far to normal in a place that was a game of Cheese Mites.
"I came for the good drink and fine company." Bigsby finally offered a response worthy of any scholar. "Besides how else would I spend my time. Every person in this fine little tavern came for the exact same reason." Bigsby smirked and waved the bartender over. "Whatever that young girl there wants will be on my tab." Bigsby told the bartender while pointing to Ariata.
"By the way, I'm neither male, or female, but like I said due call me whatever your heart wishes it too, I would also like to have a word with you in private. You seem to have a potential, but hopefully you won't take down this wonderful offer, and also that cute villager over there." Ariata pointed directly at him.
"Do be careful, you wouldn't be good company if you come back...damaged, now would you?"
"What can I do for you then?"
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"Never mind wizard I have someone else in mind" Ariata eyes came into contact with a fellow demon, its attention had sky rocketed, and its interests was high.
With a small nod of his head he tapped his cane to the floor at his feet and vanished in a burst of smoke, leaving behind the smell of sulfur and brimstone and a none too holy sigil scorched into the floorboards in the wake of his departure.
As it had escorted the building, and wanting the wizard to follow the wicked witch.
"May I ask you some questions regarding to this whole area?" Ariata says with a kind tone.
"Dirk! Ahh, hey sorry 'bout the o'er night," He slid onto a chair in front of where Dirk was cleaning the counter. Dirk sighed and threw the rag at the sink. It landed with a slap. In one fluid motion he uncapped a beer and placed it slightly rougher than normal before Heulog.
"Yeah, don't mention it," Dirk said after a long moment of regarding Heulog Kari, deciding he was best off not being in quarrel with a frequent patron and casual friend. Heulog drank deep from his beer.
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