Clans of Moetre

The hard rocky landscape of the north is home to the clans “Moetre”. Their territories cradled between two glaciers has been their homes for hundreds of year and has equipped them uniquely to survive the harsh environments. Their climate varies from the northern part to the south with much of the cold glacier winds keeping summers short and winters tiring. The southern tribes have the luxury of the mountains protections and more flattening of the land giving them agricultural advantage over their competitors. While the northern tribes rely on grit and cunning to survive the regions trials. Hunting and gathering plays a huge role in their day to day lives.


A divide group of tribes have lived in the region it’s entire settled years. Their difference from people to people is strong and defined, a thing that has kept them divided through history. Each “Clan” or “Tribe” has a territory and cultural beliefs that invoke a fair amount of competition and conflict within their own lands. Out of a handful of communities seven fully raised factions have come together: Jaruk Clan (Central Tribes); Morini (Mother Clan); Royce (Lake Clan); Vicontii (Gray Thunder Clan); Tagani (Bender People — Gypsy); Evreux (River Tribes); Belgic (Pale Paw Clan). The people have limited trade into the land due to its’ seclude nature however, between them a few merchants and motivated individuals take up supplies to cycle the clans. They often trade more than good in the way of songs, stories, and information about family gossips. These pedlars, while not aligned to any one tribe, are left to freely walk the lands as what they are called, a “Lenderman”.

A mismatch of territories overlap and don’t connect through the mountainous realms making disputes seasonal as people attempt to take the best lands for farming and mining. To the north lay the Vicontil and the Belgic tribes that have had constant disputes and raids through their history. And to the south the Royce and Evreux people have had more cultural tension as their distinct ways of dealing with things clashes. Centrally the Jaruk Clan holds sway over the largest plot of arable land giving them a hub of activity between the others. The Morini stay fairly secluded in their glacier home keeping together and defending the Old Woman of the world, a tree that has been at the center of their ideals since the first founding. They, the Morini, serve as the guiding hand for the clans and usually plays a minor if not uninterested clan when concerning politics. And lastly the Tagani roam from north to south, east to west, and wherever their feet take them as they carouse the world for its’ beauties, at least thats what they say. Any dispute with the Tagani has had to do with scandals, thievery, and general untrustworthiness having had them thrown out of territories before.

With small squabbling and wars breaking out occasionally the people of Moetre are unpredictable at best. However their elders and seers keep the people from destroying each other outright. A strong belief in the worlds’ “soul” or “spirit” is a common thread between the people believing that the power of the world is an ever living thing and should be respected. With the Great Mother’s watchful eye over them their success in such harsh environments is a testament to the duty to the world.


The world breaks, its’ lands filled with fire and brimstone enters the end of days. The rivers replaced with red hot molten earth running into oceans that boil over and disappear. A darkness chews through the, once brilliant, skies suffocating the clouds. Flowers burn, rocks melt, and trees ignite all save one. Moetre, the mother tree, her roots and bark so strong that it resists the flame and holds the earth tight until every ember loses is flicker. It is she that subsided the darkness and gives life to the world. First small and seemingly insignificant but, all with purpose. the earth held firmly in the roots of Moetre are on which we live. And from that soil, bound to her roots, life was delivered to the surface again. All that is, all that was, and all that will ever be is because of the grace and strength of the Moetre. We are all her children, every living thing, and it has been our duty to care for our Mother ever since we have had the strength.
- Vixxia first of her name

Clans of Moetre

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