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Les Gottlungs sont une des trois races du jeux.

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The Gottlungs were the central people and the holders of power in the Vulpian Empire. This explains their disregard for the other nations. It is rumored among them that the Khoors eat captured children, while the northerners take their own daughters' hands in marriage. Some even believe that the other peoples descended from wild beasts, while the Gottlungs were created as they are at the foundation of the world. Mostly, though, they deride only the Khoors, while they treat the Slavards with a kind of respect. Clothing and Architecture The Gottlungs wear the mark of the Sleeping God on their breasts. As the most advanced and civilized of the peoples, the Gottlungs wear the most intricate, fashionable clothing. Their women wear dresses covered in lace and frills, and their men wear loose shirts and vests or sleeveless jackets. Unlike the rough straps used by the northerners, the belts worn by the Gottlungs are long and thin, often nearly touching the ground, and they are adorned with intricate, modestly sized buckles. Their buckles are often adorned with the Eye of the Sleeper.

Their men, as a rule, wear only dark colors (white and red being the exceptions to this rule), while their women wear brighter colors.

Gottlung women use cosmetics, especially powder, with which they whiten their faces, necks, chests, and arms. This people considers it immodest to bring out the lips, so their women usually direct attention to their eyes and cheekbones.

Men cut their hair rather short, with a bowl cut, but often let it grow long. They often wear mustaches. Beards are much less common. A Slavard will just "let his beard go," but a Gottlung is more likely to keep it short and trimmed.

Gottlungs tattoo their bodies. They may use small emblems of the Sleeping God, or images that encapsulate the personal history or character of their owner, but they most frequently use incantations in the common and Gottlung tongues – though the meanings of the most ancient have been forgotten – and quotes from religious texts or other religious sources.

The Gottlungs pay great attention to their apparel. Clothes indicate not only their wearer's status but also their wearer's vocation.

Gottlungs are not nomads. They have large families and build massive framed houses on solid rock foundations. The walls of these houses are made of stone, wood, or wattle and daub, and the roofs are covered with tiles or straw. These homes are large and spacious, up to 4 stories tall. The Gottlungs also have strong stone castles.

Every town and village has temples to the Sleeping God. These temples are short, squat stone structures, though there may be exceptions. The windows of these temples are upside-down and decorated with stained glass in various shades of red.

In these temples, the Sanctuary of the Sleeper itself is made up of several floors, most of them underground. A tree with a long lifespan (such as an oak, cedar, or pine tree) is often planted in the inner courtyard to symbolize the World Tree. The temple gates always point towards the West, where the Island is said to be located.

Ahead lies the temple of the Sleeper. The Slumbering One. The Dreamer. It is taller than the city walls. It has several floors above ground, and more below.

The sharp lines in the inverted windows show and remind us of the One on whom this ancient world stands. Scarlet ripples of flame are reflected in the stained glass.

The trembling world of the Imprisoned One. The expectant world. The slumbering world, on the edge of its doom.

The world pierced by the World Tree, as if by a spear.

These temples are built so that they may, on occasion, be used as fortresses. The temples are surrounded by workshops, smithies, vineyards, and vegetable gardens. The sale of religious items is permitted within the temple. These include amulets and figurines of the Sleeper and of other gods. Battle Gear Suits of armor, chain mail, swords, pole war hammers, bows, and crossbows. Legendary Character The Founder, the Nameless Sovereign, uniter of the peoples and founder of the First Empire. Religious Beliefs The state religion of the Gottlung Empire is the cult of the Sleeping God.

The Gottlungs worship Svefnii the Sleeper, yet they know that he did not create their world. The most important thing for them is not to trouble the sleep of this wrathful, cruel god, who cares nothing for the fortunes of mortals. In him, They see a symbol of the end of the world. But the world is just a prison, which Svefnii will one day destroy.

According to the beliefs of the Gottlungs, the Sleeping God is slumbering entrapped in the roots of the World Tree, which stands on an island enveloped in mist. Proper worship of the Sleeper includes hard, vain work – working until exhausted, until your palms bleed red – and the brutal destruction of enemies in battle. The Sleeping God also loves bloody sacrifices and blood poured onto the earth, or, better, into a pit. It is believed that blood absorbed by the earth feeds and strengthens the roots of the World Tree holding the Sleeper. Sacrificial items are also buried in the earth, accompanied with religious incantations.

The Sleeper is worshiped in various ways across the Empire. He is depicted in assorted ways: a craftsman, a warrior, the lord of fire – various places highlight different aspects.

Belief in the other gods is not forbidden, but worshiping them is frowned upon and takes the form of a superstitious appeasement of them. The Gottlungs are certain that the gods do not love people, and that nothing good can be expected to be given by them. The best one can hope for is that they do not interfere with one's life and work and that they do not become angry. And so every serious activity is preceded by a ritual of indulging the god under whose patronage that activity falls. And sometimes, a ritual of indulging all of the gods, just to be safe. The Gottlungs are, for similar reasons, convinced that the gods should not be admitted into one's home. And so they paint around their doors (and sometimes the doors themselves) and the shutters of their windows red, which symbolizes the flame of Risterverden, the world of the Sleeping God. "The stupid gods will believe this home belongs to the Sleeper and will pass over us."

All of the gods except the Sleeper love their own image, so you can often see Gottlung peasants placing wooden idols out in the fields or wherever else they perform their work. This idols vary dramatically in shape, appearance, and size. Sometimes they are sheltered from the elements by a roof or given special places intended for the laying of offerings.

Sometimes the gods forego disdain and accept any gifts, but at other times they require gifts to be valuable and dear to the giver – the dearer, the better. And thus the gods will hardly accept a chicken from a wealthy man, but they will likely accept one from a poor man – if that chicken was his last. And the more serious an undertaking, the richer the reward should be that precedes it. Social Structure Gottlung families generally consist of 2 to 4 children, besides those who perish in infancy or early childhood. Each roof usually houses several generations underneath it. The oldest son and his family usually remain and inherit his parents' house – or the oldest daughter and her family, if she has no brothers. Younger siblings with families build or buy houses near their parents' house. However, much depends on their place of residence: The larger the city, the less strictly these traditions and customs are followed.

There is a general trend towards equality of the sexes. Women can even receive an education and enter occupations traditionally belonging to men. However, the patriarchal way of life is still strong, especially in the villages.

Gottlungs give great importance to social class. Where you come from, how wealthy you are, and which group you belong to are at least as important as your own personal merits. In this system, vagabonds, poor people, and slaves are at the bottom rung of the social ladder. Slaves are essentially powerless, but a slave's owner can free the slave, which confers rights as a citizen to the now-freed man or woman. However, although there is slavery in the Empire, slaves are relatively few in number.

Whereas life is a saga for the Slavards, for the Gottlungs it is about acquisition, accumulation, and achievement. It is about quantity and quality. It is about legacy. This view permeates their worldview (careful treatment of history and a sense of historical and national superiority), their folklore (a good ending is not "they lived happily ever after," but "and they lived in glory and abundance"), and in their settlements (their architecture and heraldry and the abundance of regions and towns named after people and families).

The Gottlungs have very few secular holidays, but they have many memorial days and religious celebrations (the Day of the Coming Awakening, Fathers Day, Mothers Day, Ancient Ancestors Day, and Day of the First Stone – the day the construction of a house begins). They also often have one-time festive events organized by the nobility.

Language The Gottlung language is full of consonants, which are pronounced distinctly and deliberately rough and short, with plenty of voice. Their vowels, in contrast, are almost all soft. The sound of the Gottlung tongue is distantly related to that of the Slavard tongue, but the latter has many more compound words and very soft consonants.

The Gottlungs call the northerners "snow dwellers," "iron men," or "the iron people." They have much less flattering names for the Khoors: "earthers," "dust men," "steppe dirt," "smokers," and even "dung bricks."

The common tongue has preserved many words from the ancient Gottlung tongue. One of these words, "loits" or "leuts," is the Gottlungs' name for themselves. The word Gottlung is also used, but only in more official contexts.

"Whence shall I know, whether you are Leut or not? For such is not inscribed on you!"

Some common names: Yon, Cyult, Hundrich, Luiten, Yonas, Durgen, Yargen. Some common family names: Guldshantz, Antberg, Nioisberg, Roitblatt.

Gottlungs sometimes have two or three family names. This applies not just to nobility, but to commoners as well. Family names are also often written with abbreviated "place names" before them that reveal the person's origin more precisely: Fiodrich Dio Noizschantz (Fiodrich Noizschantz, from Dioitzburg).

Some common "place names": Dio, De, Del, Dar, Got.

City and settlement names often hint at a founder's name (such as "Fiodrichstadt") or a geographical location ("Yusten-am-Hiolt," that is, the city of Yusten, located on the Hiolt River). This does not apply to older locations.

Gottlung speech is also generally characterized by markers showing rank or status – or simply military nicknames. If a certain person holds some high-ranking post, honors, or a certain status, all of this will be shown not only in the way he is addressed but also in the way he is referred in other conversations.

For example: Baron Val Um Obad Del Barak, knight of the Silver Scythe.

This person's first name is Obad. Del (Dar) Barak means "from Barak," which is a tiny town named after an ancient citadel. The Silver Scythe is the highest award given to knights.

The Gottlungs use the respect marker Val Um (or vallum, or just val – pronunciation may vary). Perhaps the closest translation of "vallum" is "sir."

Vallum Tussenrost is a living sword from the Godmassacre.

Baron Vallum Reeves Del Lindale, regent of the Imperial lands of the region of Hendi-Sovn.

Rider Val Yon Del Adainna Vasqa-Violingch (Gentleman Yon from Adainna, called the "Sack of Kindness").

However, if the speaker has the aim of expressing their disdain for someone, the person is deprived of their status, as it were.

"Reeves? You mean the Reeves who by the oversight of the gods came to rule the lands east of Ishram?"

"Val Jon Vasqa? Who's that? Adainna has lain in ruins since the fall of the Sleeping God, and no wonder. Every mongrel and his mother has tried to slap his false title on a piece of it!"

The seven ancient citadels can be found mentioned in Gottlung manuscripts, and from their names come various titles and other heraldic elements. This is used to demonstrate the nobility and age of one's lineage.

Barackka, Iona, Adainna Located in Gottlung lands.

Bladetpalm, Istenpalm Located in Slavard lands.

Drømmendust – unknown allegiance.

Nud-Az-Burhan Located in Khoors lands.

Gottlungs do not generally give their children a parent's name as a first or middle name, but if their lineage has included a famous, heroic ancestor, they will often append that ancestor's name to their own thus:

"I am the scribe Adrian Liechtenstein. Of the Yeningi Liechtensteins."

"Adrian Liechtenstein-Yening, head scribe of His Flameness, Kuld Accur Gaston Sixtus the Fifth."

The name of an ancestor, Yen, is here reflected in the family name Yenings.

Göttlung speech comes in many dialects. The residents of two cities 400 to 500 kilometers apart can have quite different accents and vocabulary:

"An Ormslanger is best held in the hand like you can draw a mental line from the top of its guard to the tip of its blade. But do not look at the blade! Never take your gaze off your opponent. Let your gaze be stern and sure, your knees bent slightly, your codpiece not too tight, and your knight's rouge fresh and fragrant."

"Point your Ormslanger right at your enemy's forehead! Bend your arm! Blade follows your opponent, always. Tordn og aldingr!"

Gottlung cultural development (including linguistic development) has led to the creation of a literary language, a "high style" used mostly by the elite and educated. No such style exists among the Slavards or the Khoors.

Gottlung speech avoids the epic and ornate language of the Slavards. It tends to be emotionless and terse. The Slavards have contributed many expressions and proverbs to the common tongue, but the Gottlungs have filled it with precise terms, names, and jargon.

"Come now, dust face, write this down: Zvaihander – four pieces, Morgenshtern – four pieces, one claymore, one – no, don't write down the claymore, just one grip left. — Which one's claymore? Don't understand!"

"– This is called Messerkompf. Not that we must needs know how it is called by them, brothers, but none but the Gottlungs have a name for such."

In interrogative sentences, the Gottlungs follow a word order of placing the verb before the subject in many cases. This applies more often in elevated speech styles. But it must be admitted that even common Gottlung speech sounds bookish at times.

"– Where did you sneak this, Tille? The other day, I heard you say, 'I'm off to Hulda's shop for buttons.' What ever brought you to speak so, dear?"


"And so the Sovereign drew his sword from its sheath. The rising sun glinted off of Spiegelmund Tussenrost, piercing through the morning fog that lay over the field of the fallen. Sharp as the scythe of Jhode that cuts stars from the branches of the Tree of Life. And then, he turned to the kneeling rulers of north and south, and spoke these words. "What see you, O Wolf of the North?"

McTir Arianu, called the Red Heather by subjects, grinned at this. Still proud even as he knelt in the mud, he gave answer, refusing to lower his eyes in retreat from the Sovereign's gaze. "I see in your sword a way to Ristertverden, O Sovereign."

The Sovereign nodded and turned to the southern ruler. "And what do you see, O Storm of the Steppes?"

The great khan Tusgaal the Stormbringer lifted his gaze from the earth. He glared at the blade, as do all the steppe men, inquiring of the spirits of war.

"I see the heavenly tent where my ancestors wait for me, O Sovereign."

But the Sovereign lowered his sword, refusing to feed its unquenchable bloodlust. "A sword divides what is whole and dismembers what is one. But my sword has brought you together this day. You and your lands. And my sword shall take us beyond the bounds of Risterverden and Elgverden. It shall take us, together, as one."

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