The Gallica Tribe

The Gallica tribe, part of the larger Narbonensis tribe, is a collection of hobgoblins on the Alesian Penninsula. They are master fighters, as is expected of hobgoblins, well known for their phalanx and ogre shock troops. They do not wage war often, but have defended their home to the point of near invulnerability. To foster this warrior spirit, every male must undergo The Blooding once they are 13. They must go into the wilderness alone, craft their own weapons, and hunt a beast. The more dangerous and powerful the beast, the higher the status of the returning hobgoblin. Women do not undergo Blooding, as the Gallica tribe is highly patriarchal. They are taught to defend themselves, but in an interview with one of their warriors, they claimed " the women are weaker, and to shed blood is a man’s burden." The maternal death rate in the Narbonensis tribe is horrible. Men have grown protective of the women as a result, and keep them from violence whenever they can.

Prince Marcingetorix is his people's shield. A berserker of great strength and power, he defends his kin from all manner of threats. This strength was exemplified in his Blooding. He was wandering in the woods, having already crafted a few weapons for himself. Holding his spear out in front of him, he heard two noises. The first was a scream of terror, and the second was a monstrous screech. Defender instincts kicking in, he ran to see what was happening. Unfortunately, the victim was dead before they hit the ground. The owlbear began to feast on its kill as Marcingetorix saw it. He hid behind a tree. An owlbear, this would be a glorious kill; if he could kill it. He snuck up on it, and stabbed it with his spear. A solid hit, but instead of dying the owlbear turned around and backhanded the prince. Spear in it's side, it reared up and roared before trying to pin the prone hobgoblin. Marcingetorix rolled out of the way before he was crushed and drew his club. He got in some good hits, but so did the owlbear. Both were bleeding, but neither gave in. The next swipe sent Marcingetorix flying. He couldn't keep fighting this thing head on. He'd need to be clever. Fortunately, the owlbear knocked him into a solution: a stone outcropping. He climbed up the wall, and got to the edge just as the owlbear began trying to scramble up the cliff as well. It couldn't get a grip, and just kept running up and sliding down. This gave the prince enough time to breathe, and find a large rock. The owlbear gave up running up the cliff and began finding a different route. When it finally found a way up the cliff, Marcingetorix was ready. He had gathered a large quantity of rocks, and began throwing them to taunt the beast. It charged, rushing at the price who sidestepped at the last moment and sent if flying over the edge. It tumbled down the cliff, groaning in pain at the bottom. Picking his way more carefully down, Marcingetorix held the biggest rock he could comfortable hold, then bashed the prone beast's skull in.

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Geopolitical, Tribe