#ainok

[mistaowl]

DND Crew for a Khans of Tarkir campaign!

[maris-solstice]

Hope Noot grow up big, strong, and wise.

Noot loves you

[fenrisx10]

Decided to do the spellbook thing for my fan-walker Bootur, a GUR aligned, Tarkir ainok who fights against the dragons to protect those who need it. Art of my character was done by the amazing and talented @isharton.

[leagueofbantcraft]

A short with Taral being good with kids.

I sniffed the air. It was going to rain soon. I walked onto the square, expecting empty stalls. Most were, but much to my surprise many people were not avoiding the rain. Some walked through the market with a shell of magic whisking away the drops. Some clearly Orzhov had thrulls carry covers above their heads. I had not been here long but know to be wary of all of the guilds, some more than others.

               The kor, Benle, had convinced me to not discount this plane. And he had proved correct. The Simic have a wide variety of beasts for me to explore. Their methods are odd, but I am looking past that. I even incorporated a rogue Simic scientist into a false explanation of my appearance. Citizens tend to ask about it, because an Ainok is not a common sight around here.

The Simic and Gruul have been most accepting of my appearance. The Boros and Azorius are the wariest. The lawmages don’t seem to know how to classify me. Making it more difficult is my lack of allegiance. I don’t associate with the Orzhov or the Rakdos. I cannot trust them. Or at least they have not given me any reason to do so.

I had planned on visiting the Gruul grounds again. Typically those visits started with a brawl. Then continued with feasting or other celebration and revelry. There was always a chance of more fighting. I did not enjoy fighting. But I began to understand how they worked after my first bout. The fight was not about killing, usually, it was about the fight itself. The strengthening of ties and earning your place in the pack.

They also sometimes allowed me to use a beast. I enjoyed that and enjoyed seeing what beasts they would throw at me, sometimes literally. I sprained my wrist during that excursion, but it has healed fairly quickly.

To get to the Rubblebelt, I was going to have to cross a certain plaza. It was partially covered by a large bridge a few stories up. There were kids there that liked my dog-like appearance. And all of my stories involved large creatures. So, they enjoyed that. Sally, the red-haired girl, was probably the most attentive. She never asked questions afterwards though. She was too shy for that. Zarima was the merfolk girl. Her parents were both Simic. She was full of curiosity. She wondered why the rogue Simic chose to use dog, instead of reptilian or avian. I explained that may be why he was rogue.

The last child, a boy named Nathon, was the one who stopped me for a chat. He always did. Sally was too shy, Zarima was too busy thinking of something. Nathon knew I would never run out of stories. Today was no different.

“Taral! Tell us one about a dragon!” Nathon ran up to me.

“I have time for one story. Are you sure you want to hear one about a dragon?” I asked.

“Nathon, let’s hear one that he can show us!” Zarima contested. “I think a dragon would be too scary to summon.”

“But I like dragons, and I like scary.” Nathon said.

“I think Zarima will get to pick this time.” I smiled. “Nathon got to pick last time.”

“This was a tale of a special bird that saved the day.” I began.

“It was a bright day in the wastelands. It was dry. I was watching two armies battle.” I paused to make fighting sounds. I wasn’t good at that, but the kids liked it.

“One side, clad in plated scaly armor, knew the wastes well. The other, a group of raiders, could not break their defenses. Suddenly birds appeared.” I stopped to summon the roc I was thinking of.

It was a large beast, much bigger than a horse. I commanded it to stay in the air above the bridge. It circled around, being careful not to hit any nearby buildings. I didn’t want the children to try and pet it.

“These birds towered over the scale warriors. They swooped down and grasped soldiers in their claws before dropping them to their demise. The raiders quickly won that battle.” I finished.

I dismissed the roc. I would not be able to control the roc and successfully answer the barrage of questions that awaited me. Zarima’s hand was shaking in the air. I was worried it was going to fall off.

“But Taral, weren’t the raiders the bad guys?” She asked.

“Well, maybe, they were invading the wastelands. But they also didn’t have any food. Is it more wrong to take food that isn’t yours or to make sure you were the only one that had food? It’s hard to say.” I answered. I wanted the children to be open-minded.

“It would be fun to be one of the raiders and you get huge birds.” Nathon said.

“Yeah, but they sound like the Gruul.” Zarima replied.

“There are good people among the Gruul, Zarima.” I said.

“I guess so.” Zarima shrugged. “I wanna summon beasts like you, I think.”

Zarima and Nathon ran off to play. Nathon wanted to be one of the raiders. Zarima wanted to play as a bird. Sally stayed behind. As usual she listened very carefully to the story. Before I left she tugged on my shoulder cloak.

“Mister Taral, what if I don’t know what I want to be?” Sally asked.

“That is okay too!” I exclaimed. “You have a whole journey to decide. After all your part will become clear when its ready. You will know what you want to be when you are ready to be it. It’s what will happen.” I smiled.

[askkrenko]

“Tresspass” Stealth Edit

Apparently, the first post uses the term “Ainok” while the current version uses “Khenra.” This isn’t a major edit, but it does reinforce that these things happen sometimes... And it really confuses me. Are the Jackal-people Ainok or aren’t they? Is Khenra just more correct, or is Ainok wrong? Do they just use Khenra here, but if so, why not have their own words for human, aven, minotaur, and naga? I mean, please don’t make up your own names for humans. It always sounds really stupid, Final Fantasy. REALLY stupid.

Unless you want to call them “Ugly bags of mostly water,” in which case, I love you.

[brewmaster-darius]

Yooo a friend of mine did a quick thing of Darius! i would def use this as his emblem if magic set editor could do emblems :\

[hopelessly-vorthosian]

Abzan Ainok

Ainok are a humanoid race of hounds on Tarkir. This part focuses on the ainok aligned with the Abzan

"When we were lost and weary, the ainok showed us how to survive. They have earned the right to call themselves Abzan, and to wear the Scale." -Anafenza, khan of the Abzan

The Abzan are very insular, keeping to their own clan. Only ainok broke through this defacto rule, as they helped the Abzan survive in the harsh deserts.

While ainok don't usually live inside the Abzan cities, they are welcome there. They prefer to live on the fringes of society though.

The ainok master a magic named Sandcalling. They are so connected to the desert, they rarely become disoriented and can always find water.

Some ainok shamans can manipulate the sand itself, causing sandstorms, distractions or letting their opponents get lost in the desert.

Art: Abzan Beastmaster by Winona Nelson Ainok Guide by Lucas Graciano Longshow Squad byWesley Burt Abzan Bond-Kin by Chris Rahn Incremental Growth by Clint Cearley