The esteemed Major Rawne of the bolthole has provided a nation proposal for your enjoyment and consideration. The first of two “in character” explorations into the nations of Lore to be offered today. Decent ideas there. Can’t wait to see what makes it into the official Lore storybible.
The Nation of Under
Today I will write a small and simple account of what I have learnt of the nation of Under. I cannot claim that the information bellow it is entirely accurate. Though truth be told what I do tell is likely the most accurate account in all of Lore.
The nation of Under lies, as its name suggests, underground. It’s exact location and size is a topic of much and often heated debate amongst those of the Above (as the people of Under collectively call the nations that lie above ground, in the sky or in out in the vastness of space). The only thing that I am certain about is that Under straddles the border between the north and south continents, most likely somewhere in the middle. But that’s just an ageing adventurer’s educated guess (a very well thought out, and educated guess that did not involve heavy drinking in a bar, some darts and dodgy map of Lore).
There are many people who will claim that Under is nothing more than a fairy tale, a myth, total poppycock, the crazy story of an alcoholic one legged ageing adventurer. But I say such people are idiots, madmen (and women), liars and cheats the lot of them. Those of supreme intellect, such as myself, know that it does in fact exist. A few of us have even travelled there to see the wonder of the Great Cavern than makes up the central hub of Under.
Oh that cavern. How wonderful it would be to see thee again. But I digress. You readers want to know how to get there don’t you. Well I don’t really know, no one really does except the natives. I bet it has something to do with portals (I really like portals). But if that is proven to be false, then it’s probably just really secret hidey holes.
Now on to that Great Cavern I said a moment ago. Oh it brings tears to the eyes of those who would lay their eyes upon it for the first time. It is truly a wonder that can only be appreciated in its fullest if you have viewed it with your own eyes. The main cavern itself is vast; the view stretching for miles and miles across rolling fields and dense woods. Villages lay scattered across this seemingly unreal landscape, home to tens of thousands. The ceiling soars high above with the rock itself creating the remarkable simulation of daytime and night-time. But best of all there are clouds. Clouds would you believe it. The main cavern of Under is home to its very own weather system. I would like to see those moon wizards beat that (though they live on the moon, how cool is that).
The main cavern is but the first wondrous sight of Under. Deviating from it there are hundreds of tunnels, leading to many countless smaller caverns, each with their own unique environments, tended to with care by the natives.
And so here it is we finally get to those who live in Under, and how they came to be. Or probably came to be, as I don’t think they really know themselves. First off is the Chamelior, who can best be described as shape shifting lizards who have magical powers and great big brains. They broadly make up the leadership of Under, as well as excelling in the magical arts and the scientific arts. Their origins are likely to be pretty much along the lines of what they themselves believe. They believe that as a species they have always been in the caverns, though what they were back then is vastly different to what they are now. It is understood that in the beginning they walked on all fours and that at some point they stopped doing that and got smart. And then started to shape shift (I never saw this, but they swear it’s true).
The Barian on the other hand are a completely different story. They are simply put an offshoot of the Minotaur’s who can be found stalking their way around in their grumpy old ways, though shorter and less grumpy. Although they have been in Under for many thousands of years, they are likely a group of Minotaurs who inadvertently ended up finding their way to the Great Cavern and staying for the nice weather (it was almost always nice and sunny, perfect for summer garments).
In my time there I witnessed a kind if mutual symbiosis between the two native races, and how they conducted themselves in everyday life. The Chamelior were largely the brains of the whole operation, with the Barian doing as their Above cousins do and being the manual labour. They have almost no concept of money, that isn’t to say they don’t have vast wealth just that money has no use in Under. Everything is done for the greater good of the whole. Where one Chamelior academic creates a new irrigation system, the Barian will build it and the benefits of such advancement are enjoyed by all in the local community.
I do believe that without each other, neither race would have reached the heights that they have achieved up until today (which can’t really be all the high since they live underground). The Chamelior could very well still be walking on all fours and the Barian little more than grumpier, smellier versions of what they are today.
We also mustn’t forget the other people who live there, the elves, humans, ghosts, molemen, crab people, centaur and the flying whales. And that’s just what I can remember seeing. They all live in nearly perfect harmony, having no memory of how they got to Under, but making the best of the situation in their stay there.
So in conclusion what do we know about Under. Well number one it exists. Number two it is under ground and somewhere in the middle of the two continents. Number three you probably get there via portals. Number four it is primarily one huge and wondrous cavern surrounded by lots of smaller caverns, and lots, and lots of tunnels. Number five the native races are the Chamelior and the Barian, though many other people make Under their home. And number six and the most important is that although I like beer in vast quantities, I really did venture to Under and I would give anything to find my way back (but not my right hand, it’s my special hand).