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Vel'sere Desert is as its title implies, is a vast sprawling desert area. The landscape is ancient and unforgiving. The main peoples of the desert are as follows: Humans, Minotaurs, Centaurs, Elves, and an old demonic race called the Cet (restricted). Vel’sere is honey combed with ancient ruins from the old centaur and Cet societies; massive caverns, brutal sand storms and strange beasts both magical and mundane.
The centaurs and the Cet are the oldest people of Vel’sere but in a great mysterious calamity between their two races both of their civilizations were ruined, but while the Cet cling to past glory and reclaiming their past magical might, the centaurs have adapted a nomadic lifestyle.
Despite all the bad history many still delve the ruins for glory knowledge or wealth (the Cet pay well for old artifacts). Many still never make it out again. Humans or Cet control most of the oases. It is said that the suns never rest in Vel’sere and with four of them and little cover it almost seem true. (There are only momentary lapses of dusk straight to dawn.)
The deserts greatest beasts are controlled by one of three ancient dragons:

Dz’raugh: dragon of Valor and Judgment the beasts he controls may help you if you are noble and good. (male)

Z’gragex: dragon of strength he controls only the most dangerous beasts and even is worshiped by some in times of battle or war but as he is really only concerned with his own strength he cares not for the pleas or whims of others. He wont hesitate to kill you and expects no less from the beasts under him. (male)

Thez’nmosiss: dragon of secrets. Originally owned by a wizard now long forgotten this dragon is well aware of the power, privilege, and danger of the knowledge of the old ways and works diligently to keep that knowledge lost (absolutely opposes the Cet and their goals) She controls most of the higher beasts of magical might. (female)



The Races:

The Humans are new to the desert and are just starting to build their lives in this place most of the other races don’t think they will survive long, but their tenacity and courage have served to keep them alive for the past 150 years. They have mixed appearances and can mate with any race they usually only live for about 400 years.


The Minotaurs are an industrial race obsessed with smithying and metallurgy. They are slow to breed and long lived about usually 250,000 years. They love coin money and only except coinage as money they were the ones to help establish the humans in the desert and are their steadfast allies they love human music but have no talent for it themselves and human alcohol. Humans love their talent for the armor and weaponry techniques and their brilliance in the design of sed objects. (Minotaurs use heavy armor as clothing) their physiology makes them immune to heat exhaustion.



The elves of Vel'sere are mercenaries, hunters and assassins. Utterly devoid of honor or a moral compass their only interests are self motivated they allied quite easily with the Cet when they were promised high seats of power in the revival they did not always know magic but had a natural talent and picked it up quickly from the Cet. Elves are immortal unless slain they do however age like most of the other races (the Cet are the only ageless race).



The Centaurs are downright ancient and have lived in Vel’sere since before recorded history they have no written language but have rich artistic heritage retelling their stories and histories in complex sand mosaics and various sculptures (it is said they once had an alphabet but abandoned the written word.) Master poets and archers they live for about 900 years. Their ancient connection with Vel'sere desert lets the live well there.




The Cet, a race of demons (the last of demon kind in this realm.) their appearance is that of horned centaurs with black scales instead of fur and their front legs ending in four-toed dragon like feet. Consummate magic users they care only about gaining the secrets they think are in the desert that will allow them to reclaim their peoples past glory. They being demons have no problem with heat and are also immortal unless slain but they are also ageless.

(any race can breed with humans or themselves....Hint..hint)

Username:
Lady_Mac

Name:
Oliza Ivy Green

Age:
17

Race:
Elf

Gender:
Female

Magic:
camoflauge and transformation

Weapondry:
Swords of all kinds, whip and staff as well

Personality:
Oliza is strong, and spiritual, she can be cocky at times, and overly competitive, but to the few that become close to her she is passionate and caring, and protective of those she loves. Otherwise she appears detatched from all emotion when she is fighting or on the job. She doesn't allow many into her personal space, and trusts no one. When she fights men are often mistified by her beauty. Some have rumoured her to be half Amazonian. As a fighter she is not one to be underestimated, she can kill fast and silently, leaving no prints behind.

Apperance:


Family:
Lost all her family as a child and is still searching to this day.

Home:
No fixed adress. She travels.

Riding her wild black stallion, Oliza gave a smile. A human wandering the desert would have thought she was a spirit, with her red hair and yellow eyes, her black horse and black outfit, with the butterflies circling her in the heat. The sand was kicking up around her as she approached a deserted oasis. Tying up the black stallion, 'Entity'. She had called him, the black wild spirit.

Oliza smiled as she whispered to calm him and set up a fire, the moonlight cascaded down on her, and she knew that in the few hours, moments of darkness, she should relax...

"man, where am I?"

Oliza turned away from her horses as she followed the voices stealithly keeping her weapondry near her hands. Her black boots sank into the sand, seeing only a human, Oliza relaxed. "You're here in the desert silly." She voice laughing as she materiziled from the shadows.

" More acuratelly, you're on the elven scouting route thirty miles from an outpost and fourty-five from the nearest city."

Username: Gyzvx
Name: Halvenrod Heavyhoof
Age:312 years old.
Race: Centaur
Gender: Male
Magic: Sand, Clarvoiance<- (only those of his tribes bloodline seem to have clarvoiance)
Weaponry: A Heavy War Spear.

Personality: Withdrawn, secretive and curt.
"This guy is all buisness get in the way of his methods and you will likely have a hurtting put on you." At least thats what they say. Halvenrod neverstays in one place long enough for most to find out. Being the last born of the cursed tribe of Sylvis it is said that he burns to make up for his tribes sin (what that is? no centaur will say.)

Appearance:

Height: 8 Feet.

Length: 10 Feet.

Eyes: Gold with black and red flecks.

Upperbody hair: Red.

Lowerbody hair: Chestnut.

Clothing: he wears spider silk and sandworm scale fullbody armor (its super light fairly strong and refracts heat from the wearer. its the common atire for centaurs going to the deep desert. The colors of the scales and the fourishes of silk blend very well to desert colors.)
Family: Sylvis (the dishonored tribe)

Added features: Due to his lineage his people cut off and cauterized his tail at birth he has no tail. (a deep shame for any centaur.)

Home: A small wyrm hyde tent he sets up any where he can on his travels.


(THIS IS AN NPC HERO. I'LL USE HIM FROM TIME TO TIME TO FUTHER THE WORLDS OVER ALL STORY LINE.)

New Update (sorry i didnt think of this before): Horses, pack animals and the like are a rare expensive comodity. Now understand im not resticting them, but i hope you keep in mind the costs both monitary and otherwise when you give a beast of burden to your characters. They could just as easily become a liability especially in a desert evironment where food and water can be incredibly hard to come by let alone hay or even wild grasses.