Tropical Flak

Present Day
Tropical_Flak currently resides in Celtenn. His house is on the west side of the settlement, near to the coast. He lives a modest life of farming and resource gathering while working on his house. In his downtime, he writes about his past experience and the history of others.

Flak has a personality akin to that of a scholar. He likes to listen and write about stores he hears about and wants to spread it to others too. Though he can be a bit of airhead and just farm mindlessly as it serves as a way for him to relax after a hard day's work at the writing table.

Hopes and Dreams
Tropical_Flak joined around 7/15/2021 after arriving by washing up onshore on the northern shores of Khanji, Nieden. A former conscript that escaped by sea after bearing witness to their homeland's downfall. Growing disillusioned with serving for a cause he never believed in, he abandoned his entire past and family in order to pursue a life of freedom from the oppressive government that ruled over his people. Albeit, he had little caution about how he would escape which would lead into the predicament he finds himself into now. He decided to sneak out of the barracks in the middle of the night, during a storm and make his bolt for freedom by boat with the thunder and lightning covering his retreat into the sea. The fact that he washed up onshore should be evidence enough that it didn't end well for them.

A Neon Glow Lights the Way
With no money and tattered clothing, Flak had to figure out a way to survive in this new hostile environment. He harvested apples from trees, and caught rabbits for food. After getting back up on his feet, he travelled down the road to trade some valuable ores he dredged up for better tools and armor, as well as some food at one of the local settlements. Then he kept travelling, leading this nomadic lifestyle of "Harvest, Sell, Rest, Travel, Repeat". Until one faithful day, an extreme rainy thunderstorm had brewed over the desert which he was trekking through at the time. He didn't know what to do, so he decided to dig in for the night. He needed wood though for a bed and door, and the only wood available was on a small road. He took some materials from said road and slept peacefully in the night.

Every Day is Night
Awaking to the sound of furious, repeated knocking at the door, Flak drew his blade and crept slowly towards the source of the noise. He peeked outside, only to see a man dressed in special desert attire with a horse nearby. He opened it slowly and told the man to back away, as the man did, he opened it more until they both got a good view of each other from the doorway. The man introduced himself as Sip, the mayor of the large town nearby. Otherwise known as Lumeno, the glass city. Famous for the creation of brightly colored, and extremely durable glass and glassware. It had turned out that Flak based right in-front of Lumeno, unable to see the towering city behind him due to the storm reducing visibility by quite a bit. The man was indeed pissed that his road was destroyed but otherwise forgave Flak if he agreed to join them. He had no choice seeing as Sip was hiding an enchanted diamond sword right behind his back, he nervously agreed, as he continued to live outside the city walls.

Good for Health, Bad for Business
As Flak gathered materials to repair the road, he went exploring for more materials to use to build his base. That is when he encountered DracoBlood, also known as Jack. He had been working on a large circular farming village in the middle of the swamp the separated the two deserts from each other, on one  side was Lumeno, the other, Adwa, the Capital of Alamayn. DracoBlood explained the situation and people he should expect to find in Rathnir, as well as acquainting him with the local religion and language. Eventually Flak went home, repaired the road once and for all, and then eventually went back to sleep. After some time had passed, he became a reasonably important figure in the area, becoming the official customs officer of Lumeno. Helping travelers pass by and helping immigrants find a new home. However, these people were far and few in between, as his home lay at the tip top of the world, surrounded by ocean and desert.

A Gaze That Invited Disaster
While Flak had many adventures in his time in the local region. Such as eventually being granted access to the capital city of Adwa, which was still under construction but was already looking quite good. Meeting folk like Orm Holfson, Cheli, N b r x, Oxaxefax, VaugeMemory, Willmo3, Luke, Eric, and many many others that call the arid desert their home. However "he who will not be named" was discovered to be a traitor working for Bardonia to gather intel on enemy nations (which is everybody basically), and had stolen and left with many parcels of loot as well as important documents and items. A tragic loss that didn't set back the progress of the expansion of the nation of Alamayn as a whole, but had hurt the feelings of many of his closest friends and set the tone for things to come.

Troubling news
While on his duties as the Official Customs Officer of Lumeno, while out on an expedition in the wilderness had received troubling news from an unknown messenger. The messenger said that a few of Alamayn's finest warriors had aided in combat against Pog Bar (I recall it being an ally or a state of bardonia) which drew attention of Bardonian Mercenaries as they were duped into thinking that was were the invasion was taking place instead of New Dorasterrock. This significantly weakened the fighting force at New Dorasterrock and helped the Third Coalition win the battle that was waged there. However, the residents of Pog Bar were not so pleased. They had created significant amounts of drama by revealing that the Alamayn forces used explosives in the distraction attack on their property. They claimed that the Alamayn forces destroyed cultural heritage sites and bombed roads that led in, out, and through Pog Bar. Though only the destroying of roads for the war was the only one that was ever confirmed to have even happened. Regardless of this, the admins had stepped in and banned the suspected griefers for 3 days before being released after the charges were dropped against them. The residents of Pog Bar and Alamayn resented each other for a significant amount of time even after the fighting had ceased entirely.

Through the Storm, We Will Find a Way
Some time had passed, the Bardonians were kept at bay for just a little longer. All was safe until Alamayn received a call for help from a fairly far away nation called (put name here once I remember). It seemed as though they had also called other allies to aid them as well such as the now dissolved (put name here once I remember), (put name here once I remember), (put name here once I remember) and finally (put name here once I remember). Which at the time was bizarre seeing as the two were enemies before this, but now united against a common threat to their survival. How the tables turn huh? Regardless of this, the fighting force was assembled and got ready for combat. The nations had sent out some warriors to aid the small settlement defend themselves from the invaders out at sea. One of those sent out was Flak.

Better Luck Next Time
The fighting force was relatively unskilled even though they had great warriors among their ranks. However they out numbered the enemy 5 to 1. So that was not an issue. Flak holding a more ceremonial position with little to no experience in combat, had been stationed in Logistics, and aided combat using a fire aspect bow from the top of church that was still under construction on the small island. Flak had lent my protection 4 armor to the great warriors and took their armor instead, seeing as they have seen much combat during their time of use and thus was unfit to be used heavily. Though being an archer in this engagement, engaging in melee combat was not his main concern. They waited and waited until the adversaries would arrive. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Could these conscripts really hold up in actual combat? Time would only tell as the hour of death drew near. Then they arrived, in full diamond, protection enchanted armor. The ones on the ground charged them, as the backline held the allies' position. It was a bloodbath for the enemies. They had killed almost all of them and suffered no losses. Flak reclaimed my gear and watched the army's commander brutally interrogate the captured soldier, punching and kicking them several times. They were being stubborn but had agreed to lead us back to their base to aid in destroying it in exchange for sparing his own life. The prisoner's wish was granted and they set sail. However what Flak and his comrades didn't know was that the place the prisoner was leading us to was a dead end, and the prisoner had taken a hidden nether portal to escape. None of them expected this, and thus were caught completely off guard. The prisoner proceeded to flee and warn the rest of his gang to evacuate and torch the place they once called home. We attempted to give chase after obtaining enough obsidian for a portal. It was unsuccessful, as the enemy had been long gone by now. Despite them escaping, at the end of the day the battle was won and nobody on the allies' side got too badly hurt.

Where Do I Go From Here?
After the war was over, Flak returned home with many stories to tell his compatriots. They however, had much more ambitious goals, such as creating an arenas, trade hubs, as well as completing the capital city once and for all. Flak meanwhile relegated himself to fishing off the coast from the safety of Lumeno's walls. He thought about his friends, the large scale death he witnessed during war, the bonds he formed along the way, and all the wealth he had gained during his time in Rathnir. Flak wondered what it all ment to him, if it ment anything at all. Did any of these material goods even matter? He spoke badly about his comrades behind their back, resented the Gods for killing his friends, and worst of all he abandoned his home country for freedom that he never truly gained. Would he be a slave to his own incompetence for all eternity at this rate. That's when it happened. The God Emperor, Luke had stepped down. Alamayn was disillusioned by the lack of a leader. Eric tried stepping in, but it was clear the neighboring nations were looking for a bite of the territory and wanted to seize the opportunity provided to them by this moment. Flak had to act fast, war was coming and he was not ready at all. Flak decides to sell his belongings and move on, having learned a lot from his time in Alamayn. With this he set off, saying goodbye to his friends, his horse Myrrh, and Alamayn as a whole. Back to square one, once more. This time, he knew what he was supposed to be doing.

Safe Haven
After months of travel he was slowly running out of cash for transit and food. Then a kind stranger approached him and said he needed people for his town. A metropolis planned for the west coast of Niedea in the Duchy of Varmerion. The Duchy of Varmerion is the largest province and the most west of the empire it seems. It has plenty of settlements with a lot of people. The man urged Flak as soon as he settled down his few goods that he kept with him, to convert to Soleannen stating that it would quote "make his life easier" but said it was completely optional in his city. The man's name was Akesor Oakerd Arkoden of Celtenn, the mayor of the planned metropolis. A bit of discussion occurs and Flak was formally accepted into Celtenn, where he now resides. Though he does not believe in any faiths, he acknowledges the existence of Gods but flat out refuses to worship any of them due to his past. He was safe now, and had time to write about his travels in Rathnir. What adventures await him now?