The Deathsworn
With a thundering cry, the cleaver fell down on another of the dragonkin's necks, separating the head cleanly from the rest of the body. “Another kill, another cleansing.” The jarl breathed out as he raised his bloody blade to the skies. He watched with glistening eyes as the foul, cobweb like blood boiled and poured down it's edge. "Another valorous strike!" He shouted out with a laugh, as a trio of the wretched drakkonian creatures looked away from his wounded men and instead cast their deadly gazes onto him. "You face Deathlord Asgaut, craven dogs!" His voices boomed out with such conviction and force, that the creatures for but a second halted uncertain of what was to come. It was all he needed to swing a crushing blow to the middle foe, almost splitting the brute in half as the blade etched stuck in the bone. The jarl had little time to react, as vengeful spears closed in on him from both flanks, yet with a swift motion, Asgaut whirled around and caught the left spear by the shaft. Following the motion through, he easily riposted the second spear to the side and left it’s wielder stabbed in the chest by his own friend. It was only a moment later that the creatures were slaughtered in a fel swing as the Deathlord tore his blade out with an arc. "Stand fast men, they die like flies yet the day is still not ours!" He shouted out through the wreckages of the burning village. It was a glorious sight to behold as his men and the local peasants made short work of the spineless vermin, as they tried to slither away from glorious vengeance. Now only one more fiend stood between them, and a decisive victory. Asgaut glanced up at the shadow of the dragon, as he rose the cleaver to challenge the broodmother. He barely had time to dodge back, as the six eyed creature slammed down in front of him, and opened its razor filled jaws to reveal the two tendrils that unleashed a purple torrent of flames. In a flick with his shoulder, the Deathlord summoned his shield in hand to take the blow. He could feel his hands screaming in protest, his arm getting scorched and his beard slowly disintegrating. Yet there he stood, damning the flames as he pushed onwards. The dragon soon learned to regret it's mistake, as with a shout that seemed to call on the very lightning from the skies, Asgaut slammed the shield down the throat of the beast. The creature then reeled back in terror, as it attempted to catch warriors thundering thrust with its claws, only to feel the tip of the blade sink deeper and deeper into it's dark, accursed heart.
Structure
Jarl, Deathlord - Leader of the tribe.
Harbinger of Sarak - Jarls elite guards, chosen by Sarak themself.
Deathsworn - Tribesmen who have proven their strength and will.
Soul hunter - Normal members of the tribe.
Culture
The Deathsworn does not have much of a culture or traditions as living a settled life is not for them. They are always on the path, daring lands from the northern Deadlands, to the southern jungles of Zarawakania in an endless crusade against what they deem threats to the very order of the universe.
It's through this faith and belief that each member wields two very different weapons. Artifacts, forged like dual handed melee weapons, often swords and axes, they harness the power of corruption and death separately as their tools of judgement.
Public Agenda
As a group of what most would call mercenaries, the Deathsworn are surprisingly peaceful. They are rowdy, loud and messy, yes. Yet they always clean up after themselves, and treat others with respect and kindness. It may be uncharacteristic for a band of armed wayfarers, but the real goal behind the Deathsworn is not to earn money or mindlessly shed blood. They seek out the agents of the abyss, and the sheep of the skies, in a mission to bring both to justice for ancient crimes.
Assets
The members of the tribe do not care much for materialism, they either hunt what they need to survive, or occasionally serve as simple mercenaries to get food on their platter. While it's true that they have a large camp in one of the more hospitable regions of the Deadlands, it's one of the smallest villages and their clan doesn't span more than a couple thousand members.
History
The Deathsworn tribe is one of the newest tribes that have only come to exist in the last decade. Originally, all it's members hailed from different clans, but with the coming of Sarak: God of Death each tribe contributed with their youngest, strongest and most experienced members to form the new group. This exodus happened during the same time as their allies, the The Blackbloods came to form itself underneath the The Blackblooded Crow, as they are believed to be one of the mythical corvids sent to the universe by the grandfather of the Aasar.
Religion
In old northborn history, legends speak of the avatars created beyond the universe. Creatures spawned from both reality and myst. It's said these souls failed to pass back to their original realms, yet were strong enough to tear up the very veil and reshape themselves through aspects and elements of existence. Many such beings have been theorized and named by ancient mystics and one of them is spoken of in high regard.
Sarak, though named differently in history, is believed to be one of the two avatars that the Grandfather of the Aasar had a hand in creating. Sarak was made as a guardian, sent to protect the two worlds from colliding and creating what they see as the most foul plague to ever threaten the world. The taint of Arcath.
To defeat this evil, the Deathsworn wield their enemies' very own power against them. Drawing a weapon with such runes of corruption, they harness the power to tear the taint out of a soul.
In perfect contrast to the corruptive mysticism, they also wield weapons blessed with death runes, as a means to fight fire with fire against the mad cultists known as Saraksborne.
We cull to maintain the balance
Markings:
To symbolize the balance that the Deathsworn seek to protect, the members of the tribe carry twin-axe tattoos on their faces that stretch down their chest. The left axe is coloured purple, while the right one is coloured black in similar hue as the runes of their weapons. One can also determine the rank of a clan's member, with the amount of follow-up tattoos they have on their chest, which are depicted on the skin like steel rings.Coat of arms:
The emblem adorning the Deathsworn's banner depicts a white skull on a red background, that carries a black and a purple eye. Underneath the cranium, an axe and a cleaver crossing each other are painted in a steel like hue.
Type
Geopolitical, Nomadic tribe
Training Level
Elite
Veterancy Level
Decorated/Honored
Demonym
Deathsworn
Government System
Tribalism
Economic System
Barter system
Deities
Location
Neighboring Nations
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