Beastmen Tribes’ Side

Dur’kor Wildheart, The Current Generation’s Chosen of the Beast Gods

Description: Dur’kor was a Beastman who, in his youth, was captured by the Werean Beast-Slavers and sold to a very well-to-do noblewoman with some very kinky tastes. He, unlike many of his kind who found themselves in his situation, did not immediately lash out. Instead, he played the long game, earning the trust of his sick and perverted so-called ‘Master’ and eventually convincing her that he was ‘tame’ enough to be let out of his shackles and have his Slave Mark erased. Needless to say, he took full advantage of the lack of foresight and naïveté of his ‘Master’ and when she demanded that he please her hid did so…

Up until he used the very same tools that had enslaved him to mark his new ‘pet’ as his slave.

After taking full advantage of his former master, Dur’kor used his newfound control over the bitch to allow him to escape to a hidden grove along with his prize. Over the next five years, Dur’kor led raid after raid upon Werean settlements, merchant caravans and even led a raid that ended up freeing over a hundred of his kind from the dreaded Ash-Wits Labor Camp. However, all his actions eventually got the Werean so angry that they scoured their nation for him, eventually finding and razing the sacred grove he had called his base camp.

By the time they got there, he and his band had already moved on and fled back to the Karnarous Forest that had become the last true safe haven for the Beastmen tribes. The only proof the Dur’kor had been there, besides the obvious tribal markings and fetishes, was the broken body of his former master, her stomach cut open in what could only be described as the aftermath of a savage C-Section done with no regard for the mother’s life.

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Blaer Wildheart, The Beast-Witch of The Dark Forest and The Most Powerful Shaman Born in Over 10 Generations

Description: Blaer was the end result of her father and mother, Dur’kor and his former master having a very… rough relationship. While no one knows for sure what happened that led to her conception, it is rumored that Dur’kor enacted a dark and terrible ritual that empowered his child with evil magic, on the condition that she not be born for over four years. It is said that when the former master was found, her stomach was cut open and even then was swollen beyond belief as her hips were not wide enough to allow the Beast-Witch of the Dark Forest to be passed through them.

Of course, this is the story told by the Werean, but the real story isn’t that much different aside from Blaer being carried for only two months more than normal. Her father, the current leader of the united Beastman tribes, had indeed enacted a ritual to empower her upon her mother’s capture, along with during and after Blaer’s conception, gestation and eventual birth, but said ritual was preformed many times over the course of the years leading up to her eventual conception and during her time in her mother’s unwilling womb.

On a different note, she leads a sub-faction within the Beastman tribes comprised of the females, or ‘Does’, that wish to take revenge for all the acts of cruelty inflicted upon her kind by the Werean. Although, not in the normal way. No, she wants to use magic to break the wills of her hated foe, reducing them to a state where they are nothing more than living dolls with their wills trapped within. Only then, she claims, will her kind be free to retake its ancestral home and let the Werean feel the full fury of her race.

Among her kind, her usage of Magic is second to none, and she had many, many suitors all eager to have children with her. However, the appearance of Vaile has led to many Does, including she herself, having the lofty ambition to bear a strong litter of children with Vaile, and thus many Bucks are finding it difficult to woo their desired mates. This may come to a head with drastic and potentially cruel choices being made, either with or without consent for one or more parties involved.

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Bestiral Kingdom’s Side

King Laiyun Symbah Bestiral, a Royal Asshole and Typical Slave-Holding Douchebag With Too Much Power and Not Enough Checks On It

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Description: Laiyun Symbah Bestiral (Yes, you say it as you think) is the King of one of the Werean nations and latest in a long line of self-absorbed entitled uber-jocks to take the throne. His nation was the one that was the first in line to take the former Beastman territory, owing the success they have achieved to the Great Werean Kings of ages past. The fact that Laiyun is a meathead is obvious to nearly everyone; his belief that his brute force is all that is needed is fully part of who he is, along with his belief that his royal nature and connection to the Great Werean Kings makes him untouchable and unassailable.

He has continued his ancestors’ ‘great work’ in systematically removing the Beastmen from the world, but has run into issues that he simply can’t seem to solve. Namely, that he is a meathead and knows jack shit about anything other than full-frontal-assault tactics. Under his reign, the nation has declined, although this decline can also be traced back generations to his great, great grandfather who, in a fit of idiocy, forced the bureaucrats that kept his nation afloat to fight at the front and die.

The typical jock with too much in his favor who can’t envision a future where he could ever be brought down by anything or anyone, Laiyun is almost certain to follow his predecessors in screwing up things even more than they already are.

Crime is on the rise, corruption is rampant, the price of basic goods is rising while the nation’s currency drops in value, yet Laiyun sees none of it from his high perch above it all. It may very well take a potential apocalypse to get this prideful leader to look down and see the state his kingdom is in. At least this time, the Lion King will have no one to blame for the state of things but himself and his line.

That is, if he actually knows how to take responsibility…

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Queen Laiyonah Nal’lah Bestiral, the Royal Slut and Massive Thot of The Bestiral Kingdom

Description: The current Queen of the Bestiral Kingdom and whose name is a very clear rip off of something you all should know, Laiyonah is the very definition of a ‘loose woman’. She sleeps with anyone and everyone, regardless of stature, species and status, as long as they catch her fancy for long enough. She is able to get away with this due to her husband’s utter focus on improving his own strength and looking good, which means she has ample opportunities to sneak someone or multiple someones or even multiple somethings into the royal bedchambers while her meathead of a husband is out doing Gods knows what somewhere far away.

She has only one child, and she continuously thanks her lucky stars that the brat looks just enough like her husband as not to arouse suspicion, but in all honesty, she is really not sure of who the father is. Then again, taking multiple different people and creatures every day of the year and not keeping records tends to do that, especially in a time where there are no paternity tests.

She may very well soon be getting all the ‘d’ she could ever ask for and more, and as long as she doesn’t care what said ‘d’ is attached to, which she currently doesn’t, she should be fine.

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Prince Laiyunoh Cuthanterd Bestiral, The Crazed Cat Who Should Be In A Madhouse and Not Commanding Armies

Description: Laiyunoh was once a very calm, nice boy, if a bit silly and slightly unpredictable. Then he took an arrow to the knee. Thankfully, Magic healed that right up, but the poison on said arrow was a Beastman specialty and was not fully treated in time, resulting in Laiyunoh gradually becoming ever more erratic and unpredictable. Perhaps in an effort to keep the only heir to the throne from being eliminated, both his (potential) father and his mother made sure that their insane little bastard was well cared for.

Laiyunoh never fully recovered, and still suffers from extreme delusions, hallucinations and random and terrible mood swings. One day he may think that he is a tree and not listen to any ideas to the contrary, while the next he might believe that he is made of glass and be so afraid of shattering that he locks himself away and refuses any and all movement and contact.

Both his generosity and wrath are legendary as well, with his erratic and chaotic tendencies meaning that anyone and everyone can be a target of his ‘random acts of violence’ or just as easily be given anything they could possibly ask for. It is unknown what kind of future awaits him, as the nobles and clergy outright refuse to acknowledge his claim to the throne. Even in the event that he does succeed his ‘father’, his rule might be even worse than those who came before him.

Any Player that encounters him might also come off thinking that Laiyunoh is a Player too, at least one who is obsessed with references, puns, and jokes. However, this is not the case, and his words are merely the result of his completely altered consciousness. He almost certainly has no idea what the words coming out of his mouth mean to anyone else other than him, and odds are even if you were to find out what he was thinking at any given moment you would be left stunned and confused by the impossible-to-follow train of thought of the mad Prince.

He has been known to use magic, a feat uncommon among Werean, but the magic he uses always seems… off. In fact, his magic acts almost like it is not actually there and exists solely in the minds of those around him and those who are subject to his erratic whims. To make things more interesting, those who he has serving beneath him, either willingly or unwillingly, eventually seem to become as mad as he is, or at least see the world through radically different eyes than everyone else. This can lead to them even being perfectly content and happy even when there is little to no reason to be and seemingly able to switch from pleasant ‘Father Knows Best’-esque civilian to frothing mad psychopathic sociopath at the drop of a hat, or rather, at the erratic and uncontrollable whims of the Prince himself. That is, if he even understands and comprehends what he has done and can do in the first place…

All anyone in his nation who is of sane mind can hope for is that another poisoned arrow to the knee somehow restores his sanity, and that he lives through the ordeal as well.