SEASON THREE

SAVAGRAD

If you wish to make a territory claim download the map from the link above and use MS Paint, Paint.net, Photoshop or whatever you like to make clear claim outlines. There are different membership and event requirements for each faction class, be sure you meet those requirements before submitting. Submit your claims to the reddit page. An Admin will approve the claim and the official map will be updated every monday.

Include this info in your reddit territory claim post

A brief roleplay indicating your faction class, event time/place/date
Clearly marked borders (initial capital claim should start fairly small)
Capital location clearly marked with something like a dot or star
What colors you would like the claim - they should match your faction flag colors if you have any (be specific, do not choose a color already on the map unless it is an easily distinguishable seperate shade)
Name of the Capital (could be __ City, __ Keep, look at our previous season pages for good examples)
Name of the Territory (once you begin expanding to a larger claim, this is the name of the larger area. It can be the same name as the capital if you wish but we encourage players to get creative!)

SAVAGRAD LORE

There was once a cruel God of Mischief, or so the legend goes, who took so much pleasure tormenting man that all the races and kingdoms of the world united to end his tricks for good. They trapped Wye the Trickster inside a powerful artifact and locked it away, deep inside the Realm’s most highly protected vault. Wye remained there until his name was but a myth and the vault nothing more than a relic. But finally, after 2000 years...one unsuspecting thief set Wye free.

The God congratulated him and told the man that he would be granted anything he desired.

After much deliberation the thief asked of Wye: “Make me a King, for there is none so powerful and admired as a King.”

Wye bestowed this gift upon the thief, and the thief returned to his homeland a King. He stopped the first peasants that came across his path and spoke.

“Bow before me, for I am a King.”

The peasants laughed in his face and carried on “A King of what?”

And he realized it was true; Wye had made him a King but given him no subjects to rule over. The thief was King of Nothing.
Furiously he returned to Wye -- but the thief was cunning and held his tongue, praising Wye instead.

“Oh great God, you are truly powerful; you have made me a King among men. How great your benevolence and kindness! I will sing the tales of your great deeds to my people for generations to come.”

This was not the response Wye had expected, and neither did he want this thief spreading tales of benevolence instead of trickery. The God praised the thief and asked him if there was anything else he desired.

After much deliberation the thief asked of Wye: “Make me a God, with a Realm of my own to rule over. There is none so powerful and admired as a God such as you.”

Wye bestowed this gift upon the thief, and the thief was transported to his own Realm. The thief gazed upon his lands and saw nothing but mud as far as the eye could see. There was not one ounce of clean water, not one hair of a living creature, not one leaf. Only desolate grimy mud flats. The thief was God of Nothing.

Furiously he returned to Wye -- but the thief was cunning and held his tongue, praising Wye instead.

“Oh great God -- I thought before that you were powerful, but you have shown me true miracles today. You have created another World as if it was a simple task. How great your benevolence and kindness! I will sing the tales of your great deeds for generations to come.”

Once again this was not the response Wye had expected and neither did he want this thief spreading tales of benevolence instead of trickery. He praised the thief and asked him if there was anything else he desired.

After much deliberation the thief asked of Wye: “I only wish for an audience with the other Gods, to show them how powerful and benevolent you are. I wish for others to see and admire your greatness.”

Wye was obliged to let him have this gift, no tricks, as surely the Gods would laugh at the thief and compliment Wye on his trickery. Wye bestowed this gift upon the thief, and soon the voices of Gods thundered down at the thief.

The cunning thief praised Wye and told the Gods of his great powers and benevolence. For a night and a day he stood upon his barren lands and boasted of everything Wye had done for him.
Malakhar the Forge, God of Earth, Fire, and War, boomed with laughter and stepped forward. “Mortal, you have yet to witness true power.” He strode forth across the land and it split beneath him like an eggshell with each step. Oceans and rivers slithered out of newly formed canyons and ridges. The God leaned down and sculpted towering mountains, caves, and valleys as if the land was clay. He erected a colossal volcano, brimming with molten fire, and finally turned toward the thief, dusting off his great hands.

Before he could speak, another God stepped forth. “Hah! My brother, this is not power. Cracks and bumps in the earth? What is a bit of sculpted dirt to the power of life itself?” Virae, Goddess of the Forest, extended her hands. She brushed the earth and great jungles and forests sprouted to life at her touch. Her sister Vala, Goddess of the Hunt, knelt beside her, filling the skies with birds and the lands with strange and wondrous creatures. One by one, other Gods stepped forward, each reveling in the chance to demonstrate their powers. Mortals were brought forth from other lands, summoned to hunt the beasts and soon after: each other.

Lava spewed forth from Malakhar’s great volcano and he boasted to the other Deities, “Look how man cowers at my splendor. Their mortal fear is a true testament to my power!”

Cylus, God of Suffering, brought forth pestilence and disease and crossed his arms in triumph. “Your volcano is impressive, but true fear rots a man from the inside. Nothing gets the mortals begging for your divine forgiveness like a plague.”

Helbred, God of Healing and Medicine, chuckled and blew a healing wind over the lands. “If having the mortals chant your name is what you value, you’ll certainly catch more flies with honey.”

The Gods continued to summon in mortals to the Realm as they boasted and bragged and showed off their powers to each other. Inebrius, God of Wine and Harvest, found his way to the realm and began making bets on who would win over the most or strongest mortals, and so it went on until all the Gods knew of this realm. And so it was that Savagrad became a playground of the Gods, a great divine arena.

It is uncertain what became of the cunning thief. Some say Wye realized what he had done and ascended him to true Godhood out of respect and comradery. Others say the thief slipped away while the Gods were distracted, before Wye could continue the cruel game as punishment for his hubris.

As for the mortals trapped in Savagrad, they must play the Gods' games or perish, for their only chance at returning to their former realms is to make their names known to the divine Titans.