GM Approved Name of Clan: Yukon Confederacy Species: Human Name of Ruler: Ralek Narren --Age: 84 --Gender: Male --Physical Description: Short about 5'9 slightly hunched over from his age with a distinct limp in his left leg and walks with the aid of a cane, has grey hair that just barely covers his entire scalp, normally wears purple silk robes --Brief Bio: Ralek Narren was born the son of Dacen Narren Lord of the Yukon Confederacy. As was customary Ralek receieved extensive education by the best scholars in the Confederacy and was raised to be the next Lord of the Confederacy. For most of his life he attended military schools and when he graduated he served in the Army and recieved many commendations for bravery. When his father died Ralek was appointed by the Senate to lead the Confederacy, at first he denied the position saying he needed time to grieve, then he was offered it again a week later and he accepted the postion at age 28. Since then he has kept everything running smoothly in his nation. Clan Designation: Civilized Type of Government: Confederation Type of Religion: Classical Pantheism Landscapes: Farming Land, Mountains, Forest Specialties: Farming, Weapon Creation Area of Strength: Education Brief History of the Clan: The Yukon Confederacy was first established by Richard Fitzpatrick over 500 years ago. He set up a feudal clan based society with ruling lords who had power over their land and the people on it, but who were checked by the Senate who is elected by the Lords, and the leader of the Senate is the Lord of the Confederacy who rules over everyone but has some checks in the Senate as well. In Yukon society military service is compulsory for all non-highborn males and most serve till they are about 40. At which point they are given a land grant by the Lord they pledged fealty to. Since land is a large part of Yukon culture so is farming and they are quite skilled at it. Finally the things the Yukons pride themselves on most is education each Yukon male whether high or lowborn is expected to attend military school to learn military tactics, combat skills and the like while also learning advanced math and science, and the history of the Yukon Confederacy and all of the neighboring clans whos' history they know.
Resource Count: Fur(3) Wood(4) Fruits, Vegetables, and Nuts(4) Minerals(2)
Home. This had been his families home for generations, since time immemorial. In a way this made him sad, because it was nearing time for Kulton to leave this home and head to another. True, he was not the oldest Shodaire on record, having only seen two-hundred and thirty-eight changing of the seasons but he was tired in a way that had never happened before. Rising later than he was used to had become a habit, and it was now rare those days that he rose before the sun. This was one of those days. Standing on the balcony to his room one of the Three God Kings, the oldest, stared out at the pre-dawn gloom. To his eyes it was not truly dark, as his species apparently saw in a different range than most of the others, the Praex included. Instead it was a vibrant world of darker hues. That would change with the rising of the sun. In most cases the dark was his species time, and had been for numerous generations before there even was a Traex. Now they were forced into a more "normal" rhythm due to their counterparts. That had been one of the few moments of strife between the combined peoples, yet as the Shodaire had found, it was not a bad change to take. Hunting tended to be better during the day, it was easier to avoid those predators they could not easily kill, and their eyes did not glow quite so brightly during the sunlit hours. Upon meeting the other clans of the region it had been even more necessary to operate on such a time table. All of that had changed long before Kulton was born, but he knew the histories. Sighing softly he glanced back to his bed, empty as it had been these past fifty years. That was one of the biggest reasons life had grown tiring, he was alone again. Sure there was his family, children and grandchildren but they could never replace his wife. Now nearly all of them were grown and they would no longer have need of him, Turgal had made it clear long ago that his father was no longer necessary in the decision making of his life. That wasn't entirely true as Turgal had made quite a few messes that had been cleaned up but the point was obvious. Die so I can take over. This was the one reason Kulton was still living life, because he feared what would happen to his people should Turgal take his the family thrown. How could so pathetic a son have been born to me? The question had spun through his mind for a century and still there was no answer. Still there was hope for the Mastigar family. While Kulton had many other direct descendants it was Vlad, ironically Turgal's firstborn, who had shown the greatest promise as a ruler. Where the others kept the families Code of Honor (for the most part) Vlad had already made it a central point in his life. As the others had trained for their military role and were proficient Vlad had thrived and was already better than those many years his senior in the ways of war. Where the others showed knowledge of a situation and what would happen should they make a decision Vlad showed wisdom beyond his years. It was for these and many other reasons that Kulton had yet to name an heir and had taken Vlad as his personal assistant. A scratching at the door alerted the Elder that Vlad knew he was up, and Kulton chuckled. No matter when he rose within five minutes his grandson was prepared for whatever the day might hold. Smiling, Kulton's deep voice boomed, "Come in Vlad." The door opened and there was no sound but a slight whisper of breath, simply out of curtesy Kulton knew, to tell where the younger Defel was. "Are you going to watch the sun rise today Grandfather?" It was a legitimate question as it was something the King had not done for nearly a year, simply being too tired. The smile turned sad, but the great voice showed no sign of it. "Yes." And then nothing else was said til the sun started to brighten the sky in the east, just above the tree line.. Vlad shifted slightly, obviously having something he wanted to say but just as obviously not wanting to break the moment for Kulton. He was thankful for the younger Defel's politeness and took advantage of it, Vlad remained still knowing that his grandfather was aware they needed to speak. It would happen in it's time. Below, out in the city, Defel and Caamasi alike started to rise; these were the bakers, hunters and farmers preparing for their days work. It was just a slight din, and it was something that Kulton had come to associate with the coming of the sun many years ago. And then there it was, the upper edge of the brilliant sphere pushing over the top of the trees, blinding in its brightness. Refusing to turn away from the spectacle, something told the old Defel that this would be one of the last suns he would see and while he was looking forward to seeing his wife it still saddened him. It meant that Vlad would be nearly alone, as some of the other family had become rather displeased at Kulton’s “doting,” as they were wont to phrase it. If training someone to take his place was doting then he was guilty. A vastly more accurate description of the situation would be that they understood each other, so it was far easier to spend time in conversation (or silence) with the young Defel. Finally the sun had risen entirely and the city below was coming more fully to life. Sighing softly he turned back towards his room; it was time to prepare for the day. “What was it you wanted to ask me Vlad?” The normally booming voice was far quieter, resigned to his fate although he had no clue what it might yet be. In an unusual show of uncertainty the young Defel shuffled his feet. “Out with it boy,” Kulton turned to him, “We don’t have time for dallying.” He walked over to the fireplace and took his spear off of the mantle. It now doubled as a staff should the Elder have need of it. Uncertainty still tingeing his voice Vlad finally blurted, “I have a bad feeling about Father’s mission today. Couldn’t someone else lead it?” While there was love between father and son, it was rarely seen. Kulton looked Vlad square in the eye, taking in the younger Defel’s orange coat. Vlad’s feelings were something well worth listening to, as were the feelings of any of the members of the God King’s families. They had prevented disasters in the past, but sometimes they had to be ignored. “And who would you have lead the soldiers boy? Your father is experience at this, even if not the most inspiring leader. And the beasts have to be stopped. You know this. Maybe had you said something before, but this is far too late. He prepares to leave even now near the outskirts.” The city being located at the junction of forest and mountain, it had practically no need for walls. Finding it was beyond most of the other tribes. The farming communities, however, did have walls and one of them was currently under attack from packs of shaggy creatures that seemed somewhat intelligent. A messenger had made it out, saying that they needed reinforcements or the community would fall. It was time for their army to hunt. Looking at the floor Vlad was decidedly unhappy. “I know Grandfather. I just wish… I wish…” Shaking his head, Kulton’s assistant looked up and there was fear in his eyes. Laying a hand on his grandson’s shoulder, “It will turn out for the best. Trust that your father knows what he is doing.” Silently he added, Just as I pray to Beshjumal that this doesn’t end up in ruin. They would see what the day brought, good news or bad.