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Rise of the Tazarids

"The coming of our great Khaganate was foretold by our sacred ancestors, for we emerged from the ashes of the ancient empire of softlanders, which once dominated the continent but fell due to their own arrogance.The birth of Tazaria was a result of a strategic alliance between our formidable nomadic tribe, the Aven, and the Kingdom of Olugat.The kingdom was known for its architectural marvels and advanced knowledge in magic and warfare,inherited from their time as a client of the Softlanders. But this success of the northern kingdom was a beacon constantly threatened by marauding tribes of Ogres. These Ogres, massive and grotesque mutations of man and animal, along with other dark creatures, posed a relentless threat to the kingdom's existence.In response to these threats, the mages of Olugat, working in the enigmatic Sapphire Tower, undertook a daring magical experiment. They created the dreaded Black Wyverns, terrifying winged creatures much smaller than dragons but no less deadly, with their poisonous breath and spiked tails. The successful deployment of these Wyverns turned the tide against the Ogre invasions, securing the kingdom's borders and paving the way for a period of relative peace and stability. This peace, allowed for the two peoples to come together and through this alliance emerged a figure destined to be a legend, great and mighty Khan Tazar. As he grew, the mighty Tazar embodied the best of both his heritages – the nomadic fierceness and adaptability of his mother, and the refined military strategies and cultural sophistication of his father. Tazar quickly ascended as a leader, uniting many of the disparate tribes and the kingdom's forces under his banner. Tazar led his brothers across the continent, subjugating many former territories of the old softlander empire. His conquests were marked by both brutal battles and strategic diplomacy, as he integrated conquered realms into his growing empire. The tactics used by Tazar often involved the strategic use of Wyverns, which became a symbol of his reign and the terror it inspired." "Ballad of the Khans", Imperial Scholar Batu of the Silver moon Clan, 500 PI

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tazar replied to your post: saint’s row 4 is trash and i bought th...

you’ve hated the fucking game since day one. why the fuck do you keep buying the shit if you fucking hate it

IF I KNEW THAT I WOULDN'T HAVE BOUGHT IT WOULD I?!?

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The Story Continues—PT. 1

Twenty years earlier.

The city of Tazar is less like a city and more like a group of small towns that huddled together for warmth one winter and never left. Squat houses, crumbling buildings, and winding side streets make up the majority of Tazar, though three huge marble mansions cling with long-suffering desperation to the slope.

It's a oddly shaped city—situated between two red dirt cliffs that stretch into the sky. The space between is narrow, winding, separated in the middle by a sluggish river that meanders slowly down the canyon, so the city is both bifurcated and a strange kidney shape. The city is also on a slope. A barely present incline between one cliff and the other, but still a architectural hazard for the perfectionists of Tazar, and highly confusing for the occasional lost tourist, who cannot help but wonder why a fifteen minute walk seems to stretch the legs quite so much.

The left cliff, now. Tazari seldom attempted the long arduous climb, but on occasion, an envoy or trader's procession from a nearby city would visit in the summer, bringing news of the world to a disconnected people. Spices, spells, and the infrequent child were exchanged at the equinox, and the city would slowly return to normal business. The people of the canyon were heartily discouraged from curiosity, and although one or two citizens went wandering down towards the deserts on either end, their absence was seldom truly missed.

And the right cliff. Taller, rockier, all together less hospitable, it screamed of emptiness and unpleasant insects, and was therefore abandoned to the elements. As well as the occasional dragon.

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