Lurnscazel, both feared and hated within Arkhan. A diacratic kleptocracy focused on betterment of
all dragomiian kind. Yet these visions for the betterment of all are not so easily welcomed in. For
they require sacrifice. Sacrifice few are willing to make lest their hands be forced. And Lurnscazel
does not fear forcing hands.
Lurnscazel does not recognize the world as it is, with regions hoarding and trading materials and
resources. They deem it monstrous. To withhold ore or chemical from one another. They think all
should share, and share everything. They on a societal level do not even use normal pronouns.
Instead of she/him/they/it and so forth, it is us/we. They share everything equally between
themselves. They do not hoard, they do not gatekeep, if anything they only steal. But should
one parley with them, they will ‘share’ it back with you. Weirdly- oh so fucking weirdly. Do
they apply this ‘share everything’ strategy with their military operations. They openly share
technology they innovated with any enemies, any neighbors, anyone who asks, and anyone who doesn't ask.
The sole reason this perplexing action does not destroy Lurnscazel is the sheer production cost of their
technology. No average entity can match the output of incendiaries they create well enough to use it
against them.
Black Crusade
The Lurnscazel started with tragedy, during the time of the Black Crusade. Vassaldobers were
captured as slaves, raped, beaten, killed en masse. Seen as toys for the Rikes pleasure. And
for so long they dreamed of something grander. Of something sweeter. The words Lurnscazel had
yet to become known, but the idea was there. An idea of equality, an idea of an ideology to lift
and empower all. To take, to give.
As the Rike fought off the Regions, as they were called back to Blackhold. One Vassaldober by the name
of Scazel rose up and lead a revolt. The wretched Supreme Jagheuler of the time called his forces
back to Blackhold for no good purpose. Scazel found this out as they wished to move the entirety of
the slave populace there. Determined not to lose the last vestige of themselves they still had, their
land, they revolted. They burned their slavedrivers. They burned the captains and captors. They burned
all who wished to hold them down. Scazel, melter of chains led the Vassaldobers to victory.
The Supreme Jagheuler upon hearing of the massacre sent out a team with weapons unknown to
awaken Mt. Lurn. A slumbering volcano. And as the mountain awoke and roared with rage. So
did the lands of the Vassaldober burn. Yet Scazel and the freed slaves did not fear.
Baptism by fire. This was their land, their mountain. And as fire and lava ravaged the ground, as smoke
choked the sky. Did the Vassaldober rejoice. The mountains fire cleansed and purified them of their
pain. The land stood fast, the Chain Melter led a charge out of the fire. The Vassaldobers dragged
every Rike member they could find back into the fire. Where the flames purified them to ash. And as
the mountain fell to slumber once more, as a failed punishment ended, and a righteous army still stood.
Did Lurn and Scazel become one. The Vassaldober watched as beneath the ash new life stirred. And so did
the Lurnscazel arm themselves and march. Driving the Rike back to Blackhold. Where they witnessed The
Fall of Blackhold. Purification by Balefire.
Scazel was wounded in those final battles. And the Lurnscazel brought him back so he may die on his own soil. And so was Scazel entombed high up on the caldera of Mt. Lurn. Forever one.
Era of Ardent's Fangs
Lurnscazel remained at this time, unknown for the most part. Their contributions to beating back the
Black Crusade lost mostly to time. And come era later, come darker time, come the eclipse. Did turmoil
find Lurnscazel once more. In The Era of Ardent’s Fangs were once again the Lurnscazel enslaved. They
fought so hard and fought so well, and it took the arrival of a god to subdue them. Forced to craft
weapons for their oppressors they worked for years, until Onyx’s return. Even before then, they had
slipped so many faulty designs into the arms of the Lunar cult. Plotted with Terracut Cartels, and
finally armed many a resistance group.
And when Utter-Fucking-Chaos broke, those imprisoned in Alabraxia joined the Capgrainian Resistance
and fought alongside them. Those enslaved at home awoke the mountain once more. They used hidden
caches of weapons they forged to fight, they crafted incendiary rounds and immolated the oppression.
Oft throwing their corpses into the burning caldera.
Even after this, the Lurnscazel received few thanks. Forgotten again by so many, say the resistance and
the cartels.
Present Era Lurnscazel has vowed to never again be subjugated. As the Highbinder wishes to bury their history, as others ignore their contributions. They have grown so disillusioned with modern civilization as it is. And have begun to carve a new path. With gunfire and bravado they have become terrifying. The Sound rings chaotic with their arrival, The Wheel itself is said to laugh. To save their kind from further destruction, the Lurnscazel attack supply lines, raid neighboring settlements, and ambush Region Officials. They often take prisoners back to Fort Vzawel of which they are integrated among the scazel. And to the surprise of friends, of family, oft do they elect to stay and fight with the scazel. For when you share all, when you hoard none. Surpluses arise. Comfort can be had. And the integrated often go after their friends and family to integrate them as well. The weapon of choice for the Scazel raiders is an oddly crafted gun. One specifically adapted for hit and run tatics and one adapted to avoid fatigue.
The Guards, Lzew’s cohort guard Fort Vzawel with devotion like no other. For as long as the fort stands, so too does their way of life. And its this protection that breeds respect among others. Lurnscazel is small all things considered- if a larger army marched upon them it would be dicey. And so the guards guard with fury, should one threaten to disrupt their way of life. Escorts will be assigned first before violence is used. For should the guards be feared, should they be demoted from dedicated protectors to vicious killers. Their way of perfect life, of perfect equality will be threatened and broken. And so the guards tiptoe around violence towards their own. Because in their own way, the Scazel are frightened. From their subjugation to their seeming erasure from history- The guards know this more than the rest. And its their solemn vow to protect the frightened and weary, to ensure this bastion of equality endures.
The Raiders, Wzel’s cohort. A mass of integrated and born Scazel alike. Violent yet with tact, volatile yet with restraint. They master a perfect union of two sides. As they steal, as they raid, they in turn give back to others. Stolen Dim stock may be distributed on a whim to any weary traveler a group stumbles across as an example. Raids are typically conducted by 7-37 individuals who rush in with incendiaries and fearless abandon. Oft overwhelming their quarry and lighting a pyre of terror. But sometimes, Wzel will lead a mega raid on any settlement or faction close to them, say Blackhold or The Mountainists, as both are a deathwish in their own regard. These mega raids are disastrous for the defending side and oft end with many kidnappings and many materials stolen. After these raids, the main raiding cohort will not raid again for some serious time. As they know the ones they have ‘borrowed’ from may launch a counter attack and they need all the military power they have to withstand it.
Scazel is a esoteric fork of Arkhan's main language, Whiskriegados. As the main language has long
been twisted and warped. Infused with so much pride and culture, always ready to give. Just as it is
ready to take. For scazel rapidly intakes new slang, new words, new phrases. Often raiding and guard
troupes invent new words on demand should something stick. Incorporating names of friends and enemies
into already existing words. Such as ‘So Sweetly’ (rdaz). Once just ‘az’ or Sweet. But after a docile
and sweet matriarch named Rd, after her passing so very long ago. Sweet became So Sweetly Rd, translated
and accepted as So Sweetly.
Below is written the words, "Come! The Time for a raid is Nigh!"
Romanization:
klrar dös örn zlur wzerné klrarwéz
'Noted'
