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Hippus
The Hippus were always justly proud of their animal husbandry. Their lands, even in the Age of Magic, had
fertile hills that teemed with sheep and wide plains with vast herds of horses that they tamed very shortly
after the Compact, passing this trade down in their tribes since time immemorial. However in Patria magic
surpassed the use of horses for most purposes. Great creatures were conjured for war, portals allowed rapid
travel, and golems toiled endlessly in the fields. Then came the great Upheaval of Patria, when magicians
turned against each other, battling for the soul of the empire of man. Kylorin called upon the Hippus people
to help him hunt down his wayward servants as the portals across Erebus were closed, and when demons and
elementals were banished the wild Hippus raiders were still there to charge down enemy warrior mages.
These exploits brought great renown to a people formerly ignored in the great empire, even as the empire
crumbled. This newfound pride crippled the Hippus, breeding a fierce martial competitiveness. Their clans,
even while nominally aligned, would refuse each others help and even raid each other. They were able to
hold back the advances of the frostling hordes of the Age of Ice, though many Hippus communities were
wiped out by a frost golem assault rather than seek the aid of their cohorts.
As the other great nations emerged into the Age of Rebirth, the Hippus turned to raid them, as well
as each other, until this proud people looked to be eclipsed by peoples more united and disciplined.
Rhoanna, who inherited leadership of a small Hippus tribe, made it her mission to unite her people without
losing their culture. She formed the Hippus mercenary companies, and made their martial prowess and
competitiveness serve them rather then consume them. Tasunke was the most famous raider amongst the
Hippus; it was expected that he would challenge her for leadership, but he embraced her idea, seeing foreign
gold a better measure of a tribes prowess than slain kinsmen.
Rhoanna
Those born to the saddle become as one with their mount. In battle, this means the horse will evade
incoming attacks, turn a second before you urge it to, and push itself harder than it would for anyone else.
On a journey, even an urgent one such as this, it means one can let her mind wander.
She was the daughter of a chieftain of a minor tribe. Her father was constantly warring with the
other Hippus tribes: leading his raiders against their herds, drunkenly bragging of his valor by the campfires,
scheming ways to gain some petty advantage. She wanted to scream at him, You foolish old brute! Cant
you see that our people are dying? Killing each other over honor, over imagined slights, as day by day the
nations encroach on our land, their cities and armies pushing us ever closer and we turn on each other? Wake
up! Think of something! Then one raid, he didnt come back. Nor her brother. And her people turned to her.
A fateful battle, almost costing their tribe its young new leader, Rhoanna caught up in the tribes
expectations, raiding their neighbors. But they had deserved it this time, had raided her people and stolen
their heartiest rams. She learned the hard way that she was not the warrior her father was. She was imposing
in her familys armor, but when the time came to strike a blow at her cousins, she hesitated. Her adversary
had no such delay. His swing was quick. Her parry awkward. In the dirt, confusion, hooves all about,
clamor She made it out alive to join in the retreat. The lifelong pain in her shoulder was worth the lesson
she could not continue the status quo, or she, and her people, would be trampled.
The third council meeting was pivotal. Half the tribes had joined her band. The weaker half. Tasunke was the
key to the rest. The esteem he was held in could sway the strongest tribes if he agreed to join her coalition.
Well, yeve come all this way, lass, have your say and be gone. The Aroul-Hippi need no one, least
of all your rag-tag band. This boast earned a hearty laugh from his companions.
That bravado was key, she told herself. I must make his honor drag him to us. Rag-tag? Perhaps.
Air Magic
Air Elemental
I can hardly see you when you are still. Are you a shade?
I bring no darkness to the light.
You sound faint and distant. Are you a ghost?
I had not life before this form.
So what exactly are you, then?
I am of the wind and the sky and the air.