User:Streatim
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Background
A fiendish gamer and historical nutjob, I currently spend my time working at a University Library, assisting patrons and ensuring that the place doesn't fall apart.
Battlemaster
In Battlemaster I currently play as the Lemont Family on Atamara and the East Continent. Prior to the Lemonts, my original clan included the Vlakider Family, led by the Patriarch Vlad Vlakider. On the whole I've been an on-again off-again member of the community for almost ten years.
Newspapers
In a fit of surprising productivity and devotion, I have shamelessly stolen from The York Journal to start up The Leon's Roar, a Minas Leon Newspaper that's on this side of Propaganda, as a project for Lazlo Lemont II.
Notes
Upper Tell Description
- Few regions are as bitterly cold as Yule; a part of the Minas Leon, making it the perfect place to train for battle. The fearsome yetis provide a challenge to even the most robust, training endurance. The vicious goats charge at the slightest provocation, granting those who challenge them lightning reflexes. The cunning snow wolves attack in packs, letting only those who outwit them escape. The dark stone walls of the region lord's estate looms over the plentiful cliffs, foreboding and omnipresent. It has been said that the halls of the Fortress Yule freeze the air within, emanating heat only for the worthy.
- After a short march through the woods, they suddenly clear, and you realize you have arrived. Looking across the deforested field, you realize it has been changed by man's hands. What is at first glance a rolling field, you realize these are not the mountains, and the land behind you is mostly flat. The land has been changed in such a way to provide as little shelter as possible from the frigid cold and wind, and looking up, you understand why. Rising high into the sky before you is the Viking Capital: Fortress Icegate. The walls in near prestine condition, rising into the sky, the walls riddled with spikes and the citadel nearly touching the clouds, it is an impressive sight to behold. At the Fortress' rear is the frozen waters of the northern ocean - eternally cold and so far navigated by none due to their harshness - and the cliff where the Fortress meets the frozen ocean is massive, a sure death to fall into the waters below. The roar of the ocean is audible even from this distance. The Fortress' Citadel, rising into the sky, is the largest landmark visible. Nearly touching the clouds, it has stood for generations, and is home to the Executioner's place of work - the Bottomless Pit discovered in one particular cell by the former Executor Hang, and the torture chambers constructed by former Executor Harod. Of course, the walls of the dungeon are thick enough that the screams are never heard - the people of Icegate are not barbarians. Below the Citadel and behind the walls, the people move along with their lives. By no means a large population, the fortress is very clearly not a place of business. Icegate is a Fortress, not a mere city, and the men on the walls and in the street serve as constant reminders of this fact.
- Welcome to Lower Tell! These are Viking grounds! Be respectful! Drop in for some ale! Share some tales!
- Jerkel is a sparsely populated tundra, where wolves and reindeer outnumber people by a hefty margin. The peasants often attach reindeer antlers to their helms, to remind others of their viking heritage and to blend in better in the wilderness. Although they have tried, the vikings have not yet managed to get their new Lady drunk on their mead; regional meaderies have entered into competitions to concoct a stronger mead.
- Sitting on the edge of the great ocean, Makar is a port city where the cold, salty air makes all but the toughest Vikings uncomfortable and even the toughest Vikings just a little bit surlier. The city is also home to a wide variety of mead and ale breweries that supply the rather large number of mead and ale halls that make their home in Makar. It is said that a tall flagon of Makarian mead is the only thing to take the bite out of the sea's frigid winds on those icy winter nights.
