Väsen I Chronopia Creatures of Chronopia Konstruktör: Johan

Väsen i Chronopia Creatures of Chronopia Konstruktör: Johan Sjöberg Översättning: Redigering: Chronopia: Bill King, Michael Stenmark, Nils Gulliksson, Henrik Strandberg Formgivning: Original: Marcus Thorell Omslag: Adrian Smith Grafisk Form: Illustrationer: Adrian Smith, Alvaro Tapia Koncept: Stefan Ljungqvist, Johan Sjöberg Kartor: Övriga Bidrag: Filip Alexanderson, Hanners Kristoferson, Fredrik Malmberg, Henrik Strandberg, Nils Gulliksson, Sami Sinerva, Jonas Mases, Patric Backlund, Cees Kwadijk Baksida: Paolo Parente Projektledning: Stefan Ljungqvist So you want to learn something about the chronopian people? Forsa the sabranska mysteries, get to know the secrets that made brundusierna so rich, understand marajiputternas brutal fanaticism and unconditional surrender to the black tobacco, nattländarnas desperate escape and ice barbarians worship of Snow Witch. Then I have the book for you my friend. Just look up Melkastors "The chronopian peoples", which delivers the wise man and adventurer all the wisdom you need. If he is still alive? No. When the book arrived, he was executed for blasphemy by the emperor. Read - and maybe you will understand why. Human ethnicities During my many long and intense years as a guest in the brutal, multifaceted and legendary chronopian reality, I had the dubious pleasure to encounter the most varied gallery of the known world has to offer, bump into high and low, exchange experiences with sabranska desert knights, brundusiska trade princes and blue skinned isbarbarer with frosty mustache. I have engaged in telepathy with charibiska hexbarons, given boozed Red Corsairs on the nut, fled howling marajiputtiska fanatics and young and inexperienced taken refuge in faltrakiernas false bosom and sold as a slave to the salt mines. In short - I have experienced everything and then some, and this is all I had meant to share with you in this modest essay on the chronopian the people that I authored my humble chamber, shielded from the disturbing chronopian yell, alienated from the width-filled streets with ferocity. Do not think I got everything in my book - the written word may be powerful, but my strength is not even near bookmages, and therefore I have chosen to omit both the one and the other. For example, I have decided not to concern myself with Black Bloods dirty underbelly, the obstinate elves fisförnämiteter and square beard elf - that Dwarves - history. The sagas, there are others who can tell much better. Instead, my goal is to offer such a rich and interesting as possible drawing of the human race spread and effect in the wonderful city of Chronopia. Brundusier Each country Brundus is for me, as for many others, something of a mystery. Brundusierna itself does not seem to have much trouble finding home when they leave Chronopia to visit the few friends they may have left in Brundus, or to make a call on the utter Pasha who under the confused explorer Loboritus shall dwell in a palace built of ivory and ebony lying on a beach of gold - a task one should take with a grain of salt. The brundusier I myself come in contact with, and it's been everything from trade princes and weeping mistresses to the inviolability of pashas and gödmästare, maintains strongly that Loboritus just rambling, that he had drunk too much tokjuice and smoked too much black tobacco in his day. "The know anyone that we do not have any giants in Brundus, let alone black trees and beaches of gold," they say, adding, "you are hearing the actual how insane it sounds." And I am prepared to agree with them, it sounds crazy. But in this world is never the fact that something sounds crazy prevented it from being true. Rather, that the more incredible something seems, the more likely it is that it is actually true. Therefore, I am quite convinced that the utter pasha live in a castle built of gold, with the towers of the giant mammoth grazing - much like the Academy of Sciences, resting on a beach of stones bordering a sea of liquid silver. Am I correct I understand that they do not want any visitors, and who can blame them? If the news would travel across the seas, they would soon have all Chronopia's misers - and they are as numerous as the city's inhabitants - crawling on beaches with sharp blades in his mouth and large bags in their hands, ready to take what they want. But let us leave the mythical Brundus behind us and throw us out of the chronopian uproar. In BRUNDUSIERNA CHRONOPIA Here in Chronopia belong brundusierna, along with marajiputterna and Sabra are, what is popularly called the demons' people. This is because brundusierna when they first came to Chronopia found themselves immensely attracted by the enormous potency, the brutality, ferocity and bridled, nedbundna suffering that permeates the chronopian demonic existence. Many of brundusierna chose to settle near or Demon town, others chose to build a brundusisk neighborhood elsewhere in the city, not too far from what would later become Smoke Town. Brundusiernas district is simply called Little Brundus, but no major ambitions to live up to the legends told about Brundus, but is nevertheless a grand neighborhood, filled with a neck breaker end of the beautiful architecture, hundreds of meters tall columns lining the parade the streets and main squares and dressed, overfed brundusiska pashas who stroll the streets carried or pulled by his faithful servants. If one of Chronopia want to enjoy the beautiful sights, eat enough of ögonfägnad, enjoy the wonderful scents and purchase expensive oils, perfumes, combs, fabrics and incense, it is advisable to seek out the Little Brundus - has only a well-filled purse money (or coffin) will definitely not be disappointed in what you get home. Unlike most other chronopian brundusierna peoples are not particularly martial off. They are almost never the cause of some of the major riot like earthquakes or time storms daily shakes the city, but they try to keep on good terms with everyone, and no major ambitions to intrude on others' territories. This obviously not all. It's not particularly unusual - I hope not to you of my presentation given to you that it would be - that brundusiska pashas or trade princes move from Little Brundus to break into the prevalent houses in other neighborhoods, very often mixed neighborhoods , crucibles, where all people Chronopia's mixed. An example of such a pasha is the immensely fat brundusiern Imbar, a resident of Tabari, but with a large palace also in the South Harbour. He has made a fortune on rat breeding - elves completely adore the fat, juicy flesh from his hairless rats. CULTURE Brundusierna is in many respects amazing people over the years I studied them and their behavior never ceased to amaze me, and in this section, I had intended to share some of the more basic features of the brundusiska culture and explain how their hierarchical system built. For brundusierna there are two virtues over others - chastity and obesity. Chastity is reflected in the almost all male brundusier engaged in a complete abstinence, even if married, which is common. The main brundusiska warriors let themselves additionally deprived of his manhood, through a minor intervention, (they get to keep it in a small jar) and then called for eunuchs. The eunuch is known for its känslokallhet, its brutality in battle and almost steely wrote (something that led many to surprising effect solve dirty tricks). They regard armor that fully redundant and always goes around in a bar, oiled torso. Friend of order - not because it directly teeming with those in Chronopia - ask now of course, how on earth it brundusiska species can survive (it would be sekudorna that come with the children is a myth that my very good friend Brualidius do måsmos of its eminent book "Myth, science and reality", where he also explains why the moon is a flat, round the world and its core of black ice). The answer is as obvious as simple - you stick with breeders, male concubines as they brundusiska women can use themselves off whenever they want, and the extent to which, both too clean, pink uninhibited pleasure and propagation. Some argue that this practice has made the brundusiska women to mind more, more ecstatic than Degas Elves beings, and I'm almost inclined to agree, although they brundusiska women are more discreet than the exhibitionist Degas Elves. Obesity is what determines who you are for what - all brundusier who are not chosen to not turn on the violence brutal way, or indulge in beauty care, do all to fatten their body, cause it to swell over all widths, become a unmanageable exuberant fat lump rocking a mountain of pure pork (chariberna hate brundusiskt meat). If one were to succeed in the art of shaking hands with a brundusisk Pasha, or get so close that you can hit him in the stomach, reproduce shakes in the raised pork as the waves after a fryvisk galley. Their bodies are really, as the Dwarvish chef Dubir of clan Bodrin once said, sea of flesh. The brundusiska hunt for obesity is not only a manifestation of their vanity, but also a status symbol. In Chronopia say that money is power and power is money. Brundusierna says that obesity is power, power is obese - and it's true. This for the simple reason that it is the pasha that weighs most have the most to say - no one dares normally go against the fattest paschans words, even if the chronopian climate have blurred the concepts a bit. To determine who is the fattest perform each year during the ceremony an official weighing, surrounded by grand ceremonies, including - unsurprisingly - a matorgie intended to complete the event.

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