CHRONOPIA

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When the legendary Kahlin Cagn unveiled the sacred art of taming the Founders, and the first Blood Totems were raised beneath the gaze of ancient spirits, a profound transformation swept through the Torkhas. The savage blood-frenzy that had once driven them into uncontrollable rampages was tempered by ritual, will, and ancestral power. No longer mindless engines of destruction, they became disciplined embodiments of war—massive, thunderous beasts whose fury could be unleashed with devastating precision. Guided by their handlers and bound to the will of their masters through the Blood Totems, the Torkhas were forged into the ultimate instruments of conquest. Across countless battlefields, their earth-shaking charges shattered shieldwalls, crushed ranks of infantry beneath iron-hard hooves, and broke the courage of entire armies long before the first impact struck. Wherever the Torkhas thundered forth, enemy lines buckled, formations dissolved into chaos, and victory followed in their wake like an inevitable storm.

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After years of service beneath the banners of the Obsidian Serpent Elven House, the most ruthless and battle-hardened warriors earn their place among the feared Axemen. Armed with massive axes forged to shatter shields and cleave through armour, these soldiers are trained to break the enemy line through sheer violence and relentless aggression. On the battlefield, Axemen are unleashed at the heart of the fighting, carving bloody gaps through enemy formations. Feared for their brutal charges and savage discipline, they embody the merciless nature of their Duke.

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The Swordsmen form the vast backbone of the Firstborn armies, drawn from the common masses through harsh conscription and forged into disciplined warriors through relentless training and iron military doctrine. Armed with heavy blades built for brutal warfare, they learn to fight shoulder to shoulder, advancing across the battlefield as an unwavering wall of steel. Though few will ever achieve glory, their discipline, endurance, and unbreakable ranks have carried the banners of the Firstborn through countless wars and blood-soaked campaigns.

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These solitary figures have forged a strange and sacred bond with the Lotus plant, a connection so deep that the line between mortal and blossom has long since faded. Through years of ritual, suffering, and devotion, the Crystal Knights have surrendered parts of their elven nature to the ancient powers hidden within the frozen mountains. The merciless winds and killing frost of the Lotus Peaks, capable of driving ordinary men or elves into madness and agony within moments, no longer trouble them. Their blood flows cold, their senses drift between dream and reality, and their minds move with an unnatural calm born from endless communion with the sacred flower. To gaze upon them is to witness beings no longer entirely mortal, but something transformed by the eternal silence and cruel beauty of the icy heights.

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Muhar Zohal is a loyal pack creature often accompanying Orc Alchemists on their journeys, carrying rare ingredients, fragile vials, and mysterious brews used in the creation of Magical Potions. Calm and resilient by nature, these hardy beasts are capable of crossing the harshest wastelands of Chronopia, following their masters wherever knowledge and alchemy are needed in the service of war.

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Vile and opportunistic, the Blood Hunters are especially brutal brigands who willingly abandoned their Firstborn families to serve the cause of the Dark One. Lightly armed and armoured, these roaming bands haunt the lands bordering the domains of the Prophets who employ them, searching for victims to capture and sacrifice. Through these bloody offerings, they hope to earn the Dark One’s favour and rise above their wretched existence as scavengers and outcasts.

In times of war, Blood Hunters act as scouts and raiders for the Prophets, striking lightly defended positions with ruthless efficiency.

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The Swordsmen Legions form the backbone of the Horned Ones Clan armies, serving as dependable line infantry in countless wars fought beneath the banners of the Ringholds. Heavily armoured by the standards of most realms, these disciplined warriors march to battle clad in thick mail and iron plate, carrying sturdy shields and broad dwarven blades forged in the deep halls of their ancestors. Though not renowned for reckless charges or glorious heroics, the Swordsmen are respected for their endurance, discipline, and unyielding resolve. Once ordered to hold a gate, tunnel, or fortified position, they fight with grim determination, refusing to yield ground even against overwhelming odds. Patient, stubborn, and relentless, the Horned Legion’s Swordsmen embody the enduring strength for which the dwarves are feared across Chronopia.

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In the scarred training yards of Chronopia’s war-torn barracks stands the grim Training Dummy — a silent veteran stitched from hardened leather, bound to a splintered post, and armoured with the broken trophies of fallen warriors. Recruits are driven against it from dawn until the last ember of dusk, striking its shield until their arms tremble and their blades splinter. Arrows are loosed into its battered frame so archers learn precision beneath pressure, while young soldiers practice shield rushes and brutal spear thrusts against its unyielding form. Veteran drillmasters often decorate the dummy with captured helms and enemy insignias, forcing warriors to imagine the face of a true foe before them. In the muddy barracks yards, surrounded by shouted commands and the clash of steel, the dummy becomes more than wood and cloth — it is the first enemy every soldier must conquer before earning the right to stand upon a real battlefield.

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Under banners slick with gore and glory ride the ORC KUTARA LANCERS, the savage nobility of the Blood Throne, mounted upon ravenous Kutaras. Clad in barbaric finery stolen from conquered kings and adorned with crimson silks, brass trophies, these flamboyant warriors thunder into battle amidst deafening war cries and cruel laughter, revelling in slaughter as though it were a sacred feast. Though wild in temperament and brutal beyond reason, the Lancers are bound by an unbreakable code of loyalty to the Throne of Blood, forever striving to prove their worth through impossible feats of courage and catastrophic charges that shatter shield walls like dry timber before a storm. Wherever their blood-soaked standards appear, terror follows, for the coming of the Kutara Lancers heralds not merely war, but a glorious massacre from which few survive and none emerge unchanged.

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Clad in solemn vestments etched with the decrees of forgotten kings, the Judges of the Seven Towers walk the war-torn realms as living embodiments of divine law and unyielding judgment. Born from the ashes of the Devout betrayal, their sacred order was forged to ensure that treachery would never again poison the heart of the faithful unchecked. Each Judge carries the revered Book of Law chained to their side, while in their iron grasp rests the dreaded double-headed Truthbringer axe — a weapon not merely of execution, but of revelation, for it is whispered that no lie can survive beneath its shadow. Wherever these grim arbiters tread, generals fall silent, heretics tremble behind barred doors, and even hardened warriors avert their eyes, for the Judges are not men who seek glory or mercy; they are the final sentence given flesh, cold and inexorable as the tolling of a funeral bell.

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Many skeletons are raised from whatever human remains lie nearest to the dark sorcery that awakens them — the graves of humble farmers, fallen laborers, or nameless peasants long forgotten by time. Unlike the skeletal champions of ancient wars, these wretched dead rarely bear weapons of true worth. Most clutch little more than rust-eaten swords, shattered tools, or crude makeshift clubs fashioned from splintered wood and bone.

Behind these shambling hordes stand the Devout Necromancers, fanatical servants utterly consumed by the will of the Dark One. To them, no sacrifice is too great and no act too vile if it spreads their master’s shadow across the realms of the living. They scour battlefields, desecrate sacred tombs, and bend the dead into mockeries of life, using every corpse, every soul, and every forbidden rite to strengthen the coming tide of darkness.

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MANX-SKULL CHAMPION WITH NOBLE SHIELD BEARERS

Among the ancient customs of the Horned One Clan Legions, none is more sacred than the Rite of the Noble Shield. When a Manx-Skull Champion marches forth from his Ringhold, he does not tread the earth beside lesser warriors. Instead, he is borne aloft upon a great iron-bound shield carried by his most trusted officers — scarred Noble veterans whose loyalty has been proven through countless battles and rivers of blood. As the Legion gathers beneath roaring war horns and the thunderous clash of spear against shield, the Champion is raised above his warriors as the living embodiment of the Ringhold’s strength, pride, and unbreakable will. And when the campaign is done, the rite is repeated once more, for he shall return upon that same shield — either standing victorious above his enemies or laid upon it in death.

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Orc Assault Warriors

Across the war-torn fields where iron clashes and beasts thunder, the Orc Assault Warriors surge like a living storm. Swift in their advance and ruthless in their purpose, they form unbreakable ranks that shatter cavalry charges and tear through even the most disciplined lines. Forged in countless battles and hardened by raw, brutal experience, these warriors embody the pinnacle of Orcish might—unyielding, relentless, and born for conquest.

Yet they are no ordinary soldiers of the Empire. From among the countless hosts of Satraps and Emirs, it is they who have been chosen to stand at the very heart of the forces loyal to Emperor Nizar himself. As his household guard, they surpass all others in both training and equipment, and their loyalty never wavers. Where others fight for glory or gold, they fight as the living embodiment of the Emperor’s will.

Where the Assault Warriors appear, the fate of battles is decided—and their march is etched not only in history, but in legend.

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Silver Lotus Eaters

In the frozen heights of the Lotus Peaks, where wind and ice reign eternal, there blooms a flower unlike any other—the Silver Lotus, its radiant petals shimmering with an otherworldly gleam of blue and argent light. This rare and sacred blossom is the heart of the House of the Crystal Lotus, whose power is drawn not merely from magic, but from mastery over winter itself.

Those chosen among the Elven kind who partake of the Silver Lotus become Lotus-Eaters—beings transformed by its ancient essence. Through them flows a primordial force, said to have been forged at the dawn of time, when the world was still gripped by its first frost. With this power, they shape the battlefield to their will: raising towering walls of ice, unleashing storms of killing frost, and summoning blizzards that devour entire armies.

Yet their most feared art is the calling of the Ice Golems—ancient constructs of living frost and crystal, drawn from the very bones of winter. These towering beings march without thought or fear, their frozen forms impervious to mortal steel, their presence turning the tide of war with relentless, glacial inevitability.

Silver Lotus Eater weapons, chilled by that same timeless cold, strike with the weight of ages, carrying the silence of a world locked in ice. Wherever the Lotus-Eaters walk, winter follows—not as a season, but as a weapon, a shield, and a sovereign domain.

To wield the Silver Lotus is not merely to command magic—it is to become an avatar of the eternal cold.

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DUSK REALM WARRIORS

When the Vortexes to the Dusk Realm were first torn open, the veil between worlds bled darkness—and from that wound came the Devout, the dread warriors of the Beyond. Spawned not of flesh and blood but of the Dark One’s will made manifest, these beings march as living instruments of ruin, their existence bound to destruction alone.

A head taller than the Firstborn and bearing a grotesque mockery of human form, they loom over mortal warriors with an unnatural, oppressive presence. They move upon squat, hoofed legs, their bodies compact yet immensely powerful, built for relentless advance and unstoppable impact. Horns crown their heads in wicked arrays, curved and jagged like the weapons they so often become. Their visages, twisted and demonic, radiate a malice so profound that even seasoned warriors falter at their approach. They are not mindless beasts, yet neither are they truly sentient—they are purpose incarnate, and that purpose is war.

On the battlefield, Dusk Realm Warriors are unleashed as living battering rams. With terrifying speed, they hurl themselves into enemy lines, their horned charge shattering formations, splintering shields, and trampling the fallen beneath iron-hard hooves. Entire battlelines have collapsed under the sheer momentum of their assault, chariots overturned and war engines crushed as if they were toys before a storm. Where they pass, order dissolves into chaos, and courage gives way to primal fear.

Though each carries crude yet deadly weapons, it is their charge that has become the stuff of legend—and nightmare. Like a tide of black fury, they surge forward without hesitation or mercy, heedless of wounds, unstoppable until either their foes are broken or they themselves are torn apart.

When turned upon cities, their savagery knows no bounds. They revel in devastation, tearing through streets and strongholds alike, reducing proud settlements to smouldering ruin. To them, slaughter is not cruelty—it is fulfilment.

The greatest host of these abominations is said to gather within Negral’s Citadel of Mordask, upon the blighted land the Firstborn have named the Isle of the Damned. There, beneath a sky that never knows light, the Devout await the Dark One’s command—silent, patient, and ever hungry for the next world to break.

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MOUNTED KNIGHTS

Among the Firstborn, there are warriors—and then there are legends. The Mounted Knights stand firmly among the latter: paragons of discipline, strength, and martial mastery, forged through years of relentless training in the art of war from horseback. From their earliest days, they are bound to their steeds, learning to fight as one—rider and mount united in purpose, speed, and deadly precision.

When they appear upon the battlefield, their arrival is not subtle. It is thunder. It is glory. It is hope made manifest.

Across the lines of the Imperial Army, their presence is met with resounding cheers and cries of triumph, for where the Mounted Knights ride, victory often follows. Clad in radiant armour that gleams even beneath bloodied skies, the most affluent among them take to war atop magnificent destriers—powerful warhorses bred for strength, endurance, and ferocity. These are no mere mounts, but trained instruments of war, capable of trampling, biting, and striking with brutal efficiency.

Together, knight and steed become an unstoppable force.

Armed with perfectly balanced lances, honed to pierce even the toughest hide or armour, they charge with devastating momentum. Few can withstand such an impact. Even towering Myrmadons—creatures of immense strength and resilience—have been brought crashing to the ground beneath the force of their assault. Lines shatter. Shields splinter. Courage falters.

Yet it is not only their strength that makes them feared—it is their mastery.

So precise is their training, so absolute their control, that Mounted Knights have been seen performing feats bordering on the impossible, leaping over ranks of warriors, crashing into the enemy with the full weight of horse and steel, their lances and swords striking with unstoppable force. In that moment, they are not merely soldiers, but a living avalanche of iron and fury.

They are the hammer of the Firstborn, the shining edge of the Empire’s might.

And when they charge, the world trembles.

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