Haradic
The old fisherman was humming to himself an ancient Haradic melody under his breath until he senses the vibrations of his fishing pole, his eyes gasp with excitement as he throws the hook out of the purple-blue water. Hoping to see the teal blue scale of a fortunate catch hugging around his hook. However, the poor fisherman sighed deeply at the sight of a tiny fish which its name is too insignificant to remember. He cursed his damned fate as he tosses the fish bouncing into the center of his round bamboo woven boat.
Sluggishly unwinding his bait for the next throw, The old man was interrupted in the middle of his action by the sight of a streamlined Haradic surveillant boat. As the ship approaches the old man, souls of Soul Generators standing on board the vessel informed him with a warning of the upcoming dangerous hours. These cruise ships have been hired and sent by the Haradic government to roam around the Anairus ocean daily, warning citizens floating on dangerous waters and scout for potential bandits. Similar to how they approach him, the boat then departs in absolute silence, looking for other ill-equipped round fishing boats to provide warnings. Curious about the current state of the weather. The old man pokes his head out of the cool shade of the boat, glancing at the sun and noticing the intense burn of noon as the heat absorbs his wind-sculpted face after glancing over the hooded roof of his round boat. The old fisherman put his hands hanging over the border of his boat and began to perform a wind calling hand gesture drained of energy. Petals of pale yellow lilies started to fly out from his oak stiff hands and land on the calm surface of the ocean as the old fisherman began to harness winds to guide his boat back to Haradoc city Before predators of the seas depart for their hunt. It was well over noon when his destination bright itself on the brim of his vision. The proud chalk-white center of Haradoc city floats steadily in the middle of the teal blue Anairus ocean, surrounded by water in all directions, with only foggy phantom of ships surfing on the horizon. On rare occasions, a body of a massive ocean wyrm lunges from the calm ocean surface, snapping the relaxing silence with its menacing roar. Approaching closer to the city now, the old fisherman could see in detail. Kissed by the light of days, the sky-high white lighthouse of Haradoc city located in the middle of the growing metropolis, confidently spreading her wings over the flesh cutting winds. Beneath the colossus lighthouse, hover a whole city burbling with orange lights. Known for the city's iceberg structure, thousands of years ago, during the Helbarnese transition from Elcorodion Green to where they are now, Haradoc was once located on an island, a short distance away from where the city is currently settled, Where white building crafted from refined quartz vested the islands. The old man began to fold his round boat into a portable size for him to put on his body as he entered the market of Haradoc. Although his new wooden armor is able to stabilize the man from the impact of a fall, it is unable to block traveling north winds that flash through him the moment he presses his foot onto the steady surface of Haradoc, teasing his throat to burst out its cough to chase after the wind — shaking the catch that he is carrying on his vibrating back as he slowly walks into Haradoc's buzzing market place. Like every afternoon in the past three centuries of her life. The scale vendor wanders around her store, Polishing scales resting soundly on her white-washed counters, hoping to brush up the prices for them, "the reflectiveness of these scales outshine the crystals from Shagafar and its versatility capable of merging with any tools craftable. Unfortunately, the new technology offered from Honju has buried the usability of these scales in the dust." she thought to herself. Suddenly, Amid her thoughts, from the wave of people passing her store, entered A young man who the vendor notices to be a Haradic, identifiable by his wavy eye browse. Standing Behinds him is another man who is leaning on the entrance of the door. The vendor is unable to identify his ethnicity despite her experiences. It has been a good few days since her store has the presence of customers, her business isn't rolling as smoothly in this season, and she was delighted to have a guest visiting her store. However, Before the vendor was able to introduce her guest to the store.
Sluggishly unwinding his bait for the next throw, The old man was interrupted in the middle of his action by the sight of a streamlined Haradic surveillant boat. As the ship approaches the old man, souls of Soul Generators standing on board the vessel informed him with a warning of the upcoming dangerous hours. These cruise ships have been hired and sent by the Haradic government to roam around the Anairus ocean daily, warning citizens floating on dangerous waters and scout for potential bandits. Similar to how they approach him, the boat then departs in absolute silence, looking for other ill-equipped round fishing boats to provide warnings. Curious about the current state of the weather. The old man pokes his head out of the cool shade of the boat, glancing at the sun and noticing the intense burn of noon as the heat absorbs his wind-sculpted face after glancing over the hooded roof of his round boat. The old fisherman put his hands hanging over the border of his boat and began to perform a wind calling hand gesture drained of energy. Petals of pale yellow lilies started to fly out from his oak stiff hands and land on the calm surface of the ocean as the old fisherman began to harness winds to guide his boat back to Haradoc city Before predators of the seas depart for their hunt. It was well over noon when his destination bright itself on the brim of his vision. The proud chalk-white center of Haradoc city floats steadily in the middle of the teal blue Anairus ocean, surrounded by water in all directions, with only foggy phantom of ships surfing on the horizon. On rare occasions, a body of a massive ocean wyrm lunges from the calm ocean surface, snapping the relaxing silence with its menacing roar. Approaching closer to the city now, the old fisherman could see in detail. Kissed by the light of days, the sky-high white lighthouse of Haradoc city located in the middle of the growing metropolis, confidently spreading her wings over the flesh cutting winds. Beneath the colossus lighthouse, hover a whole city burbling with orange lights. Known for the city's iceberg structure, thousands of years ago, during the Helbarnese transition from Elcorodion Green to where they are now, Haradoc was once located on an island, a short distance away from where the city is currently settled, Where white building crafted from refined quartz vested the islands. The old man began to fold his round boat into a portable size for him to put on his body as he entered the market of Haradoc. Although his new wooden armor is able to stabilize the man from the impact of a fall, it is unable to block traveling north winds that flash through him the moment he presses his foot onto the steady surface of Haradoc, teasing his throat to burst out its cough to chase after the wind — shaking the catch that he is carrying on his vibrating back as he slowly walks into Haradoc's buzzing market place. Like every afternoon in the past three centuries of her life. The scale vendor wanders around her store, Polishing scales resting soundly on her white-washed counters, hoping to brush up the prices for them, "the reflectiveness of these scales outshine the crystals from Shagafar and its versatility capable of merging with any tools craftable. Unfortunately, the new technology offered from Honju has buried the usability of these scales in the dust." she thought to herself. Suddenly, Amid her thoughts, from the wave of people passing her store, entered A young man who the vendor notices to be a Haradic, identifiable by his wavy eye browse. Standing Behinds him is another man who is leaning on the entrance of the door. The vendor is unable to identify his ethnicity despite her experiences. It has been a good few days since her store has the presence of customers, her business isn't rolling as smoothly in this season, and she was delighted to have a guest visiting her store. However, Before the vendor was able to introduce her guest to the store.
Naming Traditions
Masculine names
Ackairus
Culture
Culture and cultural heritage
The four wind of virtues
Purity, Balance, intensity, and Versatility. The four core values which all Haradic Wyrm knight must strive to master, to traverse through the water of Mikalis, one must be as pure as the water from Igeron's lake to not taint the goddess. To surf and race against the smooth ocean wind withShared customary codes and values
the Haradic believe in the unity and relationship of people, the idea of sharing the same dream and wands off nightmare from their neighbor, this especially applies to towns and villages that are far from the floating capital, the further they are the more closer their community. This being said, The floating city of Haradoc although has been affected heavily by the Henjuanese culture still manifest and maintenance lots of tradition that were carried by the stream of haradic coming from rural areas.
Common Taboos
If by any chance that you want to go to Haradoc just to let yourself be surrounded by the water of its ocean, in case that you are not an Aqua Generator, you are unfortunately completely out of luck.
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