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Post by Harliven Darkshine on Aug 19, 2008 16:46:15 GMT -5
[ALKAILLA ORRÉ]
[Ahl-k(eye)-yah Ohr-ray]
Alkailla Orré is known as the divine graveyard, though is inhabited by a very minimal population which farm over the western outskirts of its landmass. A heavy sentry wall looms around the circumference of the area, interrupted on the east by a thick, deep chasm that separates it from the Emaldorine Waste, at the very bottom of which lies running water from a branch of the Lasdaemosnen Falls.
The wall creates a barrier of crossing from the sparsely inhabited portions of the land from the inner sanctuaries, though there are no gates to bar and desecrate – only entrances where fractions of the Alkailla people concentrate their homes - and the only sentries there are the curious or wistful tribe members and visitors that come to the ancient place. Inside, Alkailla is a well-kept jungle of weaving wood, vines, and the most exceptional flora in Glendenvale, said to be an ancient gift from demons who had not disregarded the ways of elves; after Thorown, humans decided that it instead must have been a gift from Silvanus.
Precipices and mountains can be sighted towards the southeast, framing the sunrise when the Alkailla people wander towards the chasm to view it gloriously. The jungle, however, is not apparent in the center of the city; like a Dustanovan Stone Henge, Alkailla Orré is composed of massive rock structures lain into an intricate, breathtaking design, though all pieces remained without being carved; runic inscriptions are brushed in with what then would’ve been melted gold and other metals, depending on the importance of the written verse. The most important people of Glendenvale – the greatest of war-heroes, the wisest of sages, the mightiest of royals, the most loving prophets, and the most noble of saviors, though not all of them were acknowledged as good men, as there were also tyrants, tremendous murderers, and some of the most abusive, degrading personas of the world brought into the throne of greatness – are buried amidst the lain stones in the areas of soil available. Their closest companions often chose to be burned and their ashes brought to Alkailla Orré to be thrown amidst the plants or into the wind. Common men, including members of the Alkailla tribe, come to the town if their fellows wished to have their remains burned anyway, tossing them down into the chasm for the river to carry away.
Dress is not a very prominent thing amidst the Alkailla tribe; they paint themselves, often in pastel shades, though not just upon their faces. Their clothes are often cut merely to prevent true indecency, though they often wear bindings on their arms and legs like stockings and gloves to keep insects off them even if sleeves and long skirts or baggy breeches are impractical for them, having no qualms about showing ankles, backs, or stomachs. Their hands and feet are heavily calloused and they live mostly off the land, though the King gives them an allowance of gold with which they maintain the divine graveyard. They are known to be sun-tanned and often rough-skinned, and though the women have very different styles here, they are still known to be cosmetically oriented and a great deal more knowledgeable about natural herbs – and a lot more resilient to work and illness, and very loving to their men and their traditional female roles.
In recent times, the tribesmen of the divine graveyard have surprised the world; those who seemed to be primitive are now producing extremely advanced weaponry that has begun to stump both their allies and their enemies, snarling for the defense of the territory they've been charged to defend. These peaceful tribesmen have made a show of shocking off anything that moves with blasts of explosive materials, carefully laid traps, and guides are necessary just to safely navigate territory. They have utilized somehow a strange, sketchy brand of magic, creating human-shaped golems of a heavily translucent, plasma/gelatin like substance which seep out of the ends of the unnecessary armor they wear and assimilate biological life-forms upon contact. How the Alkailla inhabitants control these things or where they found them is unseen, just as the precise and technologically impossible weapons they have come to use.
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