ConQuest 2009 - The Folks

The Naldar -The people of the winds
The candid and hospitable Naldar were the first people of Mythodea, which got into contact with the settlers two years after the discovery of the continent. Accordingly, many connections already exist. Besides many friends and allies, the Naldar have also found rivals and even enemies in the lines of the settlers. After the warlord of the Naldar, Neruhn Sturmreiter had been slain in a quarrel at the southern Seal, even the most peaceful Naldar started do reconceive their future steps

"In the times of the legends, they say, just before the Worldfire that changed the countenance of the world, the Naldar were the guard of the High Nyame. This destiny - curse and blessing both - was imposed to them by Eliar, who is honoured by the Naldar like a god up to today. Their loyalty and confidence have watched over the sleeping soul of Mythodea for millenniums and now the time seems to have come to fight with both their bodies and weapons for the freedom of the country. For Aeris and the winds!"

The Lona Akata - The legion of Fire
Forged of Terra's hardest ore, formed by the Ancient Rulers themselves, tempered in the battle against the Forsaken that lasted for milleniums and sharpened by a century of contemplation and internal cleaning, the Lona Akata, the legions of fire are the most powerful people that could step up to the armies of the Black Ice! Their faith is deeply rooted in the power of Fire, because Ignis is the only lord they serve. They prove their faith and loyalty with every spoken word and with every enemy they kill on the battleground !
Numerous are their legions, that, leaded by the Praefect, grant the wishes of the priesthood with a powerful arm.

Turans Volk - die Häuser der Linesti
For centuries, no other being got in touch with this people, just the school of the swordmasters on the Lian'tar Island is opened for visitors from all over Mythodea. Innumerable Myths have grown around their secret martial arts and fabulous legends are told about their customs, that are said to be as exotic as fascinatingly pretty...

"The life of a Linesti lasts a whole generation, his name lasts thousands! At the beginning of the third age, Turan led our people out of the Big Battle and saved it from the Worldfire. We do not care who we were before, as Turan renewed the whole of us, the whole of our people. He gave us our honour, rites and traditions that kept our people from being forgotten. For that reason we saved his doctrines and follow them up to today, 1000s of years after his death. The southern Seal is located on the other side of the Eternal Sea , the native country of the Linesti."

And so it began......

Dawn breaks, war looms, the evil Lord is gathering his armies to wage a campaign of destruction upon the free peoples of the world. It is up to I, Sir Maximilan Pegasus to stop him, with my trusted band of adventurers we must gather the enchanted sword of Tek, the Shield of Way-Lem and the amulet of Subsidence and together we shall slay this abomination! “TIME FREEZE” And bam, the fantasy world fades away, the enchanted sword of Tek in my hand is a rubber sword smothered in coloured ribbons with a laminated card cable tied to the hilt, I look down and I’m wearing plastic armour and unflattering heropants, and the magical world of my imagination washes away to reveal a field in Wigan, but you know what? It’s larp and I’m a larper, it’s what I do.
I started larping when I was 17, I’d never role-played before, I’d never played D&D or Warhammer, never played WoW or any form of online game, I’d never even read Lord of the Rings, I feel somewhat privileged that I hadn’t done any of those things, I think it gave me an untainted attitude towards what larp could be, I had no preconceptions about saving the maiden fair, slaying the dragon or smiting the liche, to me it was just a new thing to try.
It was cold, really cold, 10am on a September morning, the rain was battering down and I’d been given a faux fur tunic, a mouldy old sword and been pointed towards a man and told, “You’re monstering, there’s the ref he’ll tell you what to do.” I obeyed, I played wave after wave of zombies, orcs and various line monsters and to be honest, was cold, bored and hungry. That is, until lunchtime, the teams switched sides, I got into the kit I’d scrounged up, as with most first timers, a black trenchcoat. I took the mouldy old sword, stood with my fellow adventurers and it hit me, I’m a god damn hero!
Pow, there it was, a new larper was born.