Greater Xavax/Culture

The Culture of the Peoples of the Imperium

The First Generation of Xavax Nobility

See The Black Swan

Cornelius and Lupa

Lupa

The word 'Lupa' means 'She-wolf' in the ancient language of Gia Dragonfyre's people. Lupa herself is a very large dire wolf who has an affinity with Gia and her unit The Daughters of Fenrir.

Gia coaxed a very pregnant Lupa from the woods one night. Saving her from being hunted along with the rest of her pack. This astonished the entire army. Even more astonishing, Gia called her favorite healer to the tent to help during the birthing of the pups.

The result has been a semi tame pack of dire wolves that are learning to fight with the unit as they grow. Lupa is Gia's near constant companion.

Lupa has attended many battles and to date one party. Gia dressed her in a goose mask and took her to the Masquerade of Monarchs. Where Lupa helped Gia find Selenia using her nose. Lupa and the pups are also very fond of Selenia and her child. They aided in his rescue after Selenia's death.

Lupa and the Pups (who don't have names to date) are wild, but they listen to Gia and communicate with the humans around them with eerie accuracy.

Unofficial Positions

Champion Kin and Wine Trader Tharan

In Xavax the only difference between brutal oppression and a freedom celebration is the type of wine served at the party.

– Champion Kin Hyral

The Biggest thing in the SEC

Manifest Destiny

The Xavax are destined to rule the Four Corners of the South: The Capital City of Xavax, The Fortress of Isadril, The Black City of Itorunt, and the White City of Ibladesh

Songs and Poems

Here you will find the literary creations of Imperium nobles related to Xavax.

War Chant

Our swords are sharp
Our spears are long
Our arrows are swift
Our arms are strong
Brave is the heart that looks upon home
We will kill the bandits wherever they roam!

The Phoenix Rises

The Phoenix rises
and with it us
The Phoenix rises
and screams defiance

The Phoenix rises
up to the skies
The Phoenix rises
up with our hope

The Phoenix rises
but it costs blood
The Phoenix rises
but it needs life

The Phoenix rises
with growing force
The Phoenix rises
with purpose anew

The Phoenix rises 
and claims its own
The Phoenix rises
and now it flies

~Cadewyn Thunderborn

Oc Lu Pesh's Oath

by Aramon Abjur

Perleone, Perleone,
With Greater Xavax you wished to fight,
Where has your honor gone?
The Peasants of Pesh put your army to flight!
Perleone, Perleone,
Cowards in both word and deed!
In the great forest before our scythes,
King Deklan's manhood wilted like a weed!
Perleone, Perleone,
So says all of Oc Lu Pesh,
Come back again and instead of wheat,
it will be your soldiers we thresh!

War Song

by an Anonymous Bard in Xavax Square

Our men are all marching out over the walls,
Away we ride now!
We're pointing our blades to the northern star.
For we're bound to Xavax-land!

[refrain]

Then away, boys, away,
Away we ride now,
So fare thee well, my jolie young girl,
We're bound to Xavax-land.
Say was you never down in Xavax-land?
Away we ride now!
It's there that the phoenix flys o'er gold sand!
For we're bound to Xavax-land!

[refrain]

It's pack up your donkeys an' get underway,
Away we ride now!
Them Vixers we're fighting will ruin our day.
But we're bound to Xavax-land!

[refrain]

We've bully good horses & bully good shoes,
Away we ride now!
A bully good Talon and a good Xerarch too.
And we're bound to Xavax-land!

[refrain]

Cheer up, Mary Ellen, and don't look so glum,
Away we ride now!
When I come back home you'll be drinking hot rum
And we're bound to Xavax-land!
So lift up your glasses and sing fare thee well
Away we ride now!
There's a bonny young lass there to love you so well
For we're bound to Xavax-land!

[refrain]

In Victory and Defeat

Fire burns hot and fire burns cold
Ashes and bodies may fall
Everburning is the fire of my soul
And always the Phoenix rises tall
Xavax endures and Xavax thirsts
For justice vengeance and pride
Clear and ever constant purpose
That drives our every stride
Those who think they have won
Will be blinded by our light
Phoenix rises like the sun
Anew in blood and might
So be watchful those over our ashes boast
For when we rise you are the first to roast!
~Cadewyn Thunderborn

A Hero's Line

If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our Empire loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
The God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By the gods, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my friends, wish not a man or woman from Xavax,
The God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Nobles, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let them depart; his passport shall be made
And gold for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that nobles company
That fears their fellowship to die with us.
This day will be called the feast of Leibo:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of the old gods.
He or she that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast their neighbours,
and think of Leibo.
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on that day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But they will remember with advantages
What feats they did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Selenia the Empress, Kinsey and Mormont,
Godric and Crownguard, Abjur and Mozzoni,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And the battle of Leibo shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For those to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle their condition:
And nobles in Xavax now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon the feast of Leibo.
~Uthred Mormont, Who died a Hero's Death in Leibo.

Victory

I stepped on the field of bloody Leibo
Too many enemies in my way
Welcome to the land of honor and death (Whoa)
Will I survive the day?

Draw my sword, clash into the enemy lines
To my right, I see my friends dying
This is all so crazy
My foes seem so vicious

My heart's aching and I'm feelin' kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when our ensign raised our banner
And the red phoenix flying high
And the red phoenix flying high
And the red phoenix was flying high

So I raise my sword up
Our banner's still flying, and my fears melt like wax
I'm choppin' off heads like, 'yeah'
I'm stabbin' their guts like, 'yeah'
I got my sword up, my friends rush in
I know I'm gonna be okay
Yeeaah-ah-ah-ah, another victory for Greater Xavax
Yeeaah-ah-ah-ah, another victory for Greater Xavax

(OOC: Sang to the tune of Party In The USA by Miley Cyrus. Do not laugh at the American and his uncultured ways. )
Composed by Talon Lionel Kinsey after the Xerarch forced him to keep his promise