Klayeróger

Klayeróger (pronounced Clay-Rogue-Er) is a small, relatively new member state of The U.S.G.C, situated in the north western shore of Aeriya, across the Boundless Coast, existing for roughly 2 generations of people. It places great pride on fairness and simple living, however also place a fierce focus upon the respect of the dead.

## History

### Pre-Klayeróger

#### Pre-Callada

Many centuries ago, the Pre-Callay people lived their content, simple lives in some time forgotten land, peacefully going about their day to day, nary a care in the world. However, as past grudges and recent hostilities made clean hands dirty, the people of this land were shuddered into war.

There's no telling how long the war lasted, however, one thing is for sure - for once, the people, once separate not through hostility but rather lack of need for one another, united under a single banner of hope. Despite this, many lives were lost in defending the realm, most of them civilians caught in the crossfire. Nevertheless, the Callay scurried away, tail tucked firmly, forced to confront the reality that the battle was already lost. Cities laid to waste. Townships reduced the rubble. These were the conditions the original Callay were born under. Under the heavy thundering of endless artillery, the government itself turning on the people, showering the land with blood, a plan was conceived in secret: an escape from hell. An escape to west, to unknown territories, possibly even nothing. But even the bottom of the ocean would be a more welcoming home than what they had left.

Fortunately, as some higher power would grant it, such a place existed, an island off the coast of the mainland. Although far from perfect, this is the home they had been looking for. United in their condemnation from those that remained. The survivors remained, as the as the spineless, as the callow, as the Callay.

#### Callay Days

Although at first a time of great success, Callada soon fell into turmoil. Poor leadership and poorer still natural resources meant the people of Callada went hungry, many dying of plague brought from their home, or malnutrition, and on top of that corpses just thrown into the sea, no respect shown for those who had passed. Tensions soured as soon, the pressure of the island was nearing its breaking point. Something had to be done.

A farmer by the name of Viktor assembled a council of friends and neighbours, primarily from the North of the old kingdom, where respect from their government was a little seen luxury, a sentiment carried across the ocean. They conspired to once again leave, this time to go as far east as the land would allow, no matter the consequences, assembling what little resources they could and preparing to journey out into the great unknown, unaware that because of these plans, the public turned, labelling them as enemy sympathisers, traitors, terrorists. "Claymore wielding rogues" as the leadership dubbed. Families were broken, friends were lost, however, when all was said and done, the people set off, free as ever.

After splitting from the Callay people, the new settlers head west in search a new land, to stay as far away from their Callay rivals as possible. Many ahd died along the journey, but it was better to die for freedom than to die for nothing. Weeks went by without hope of an end, all land occupied or empty of its natural treasures, until eventually, after 30 long nights, Viktor and his cast of pioneers stumbled upon upon a coast with rich soil and fresh water. The sanctuary of life they had been hoping for.

### Klayeróger Proper

#### Early Days

Immediately upon arriving, the settlers established themselves in a farming village not quite coastal, however remaining close. With the new abundance of such rich earth (a rarity of Callada) a farm was near immediately established, before burying those who had been lost along the path here.

## Self Notes

These are notes for myself, fuck off

1 - explain flag. York rose because saw field of them upon arriving, symbol of hope. red for the blood of the fallen, blue because coastal, white to wash hands clean of past mistakes.

2- JOBA, PRAISE HIS HOLY GIFT OF SIGHT, PRAISE BE TO THE ONE AND ONLY, MAY HE LOOK DOWN UPON US ALL. Gazers + Glarer's, same story, different wording, still hate each other, almost as much as they hate the people who say they're the same. Weirdly both unopposed to the athiests, as Joba taught that shoving religion down throat is big crimg (NUDGE NUDGE)

3 - continue lore. Viktor fair semi-leader (lead the group here but content just farming) with a heart of gold. Viktor dies saving young woman from a house fire. Young woman = Cassidy's mother. His grave situated upon a hill (build hill + grave in game). Due to intensity of burns, decomposes faster than he prolly should. Village respects dead, keeping a book collecting the names of all who passed in the library. Seaverness happens.

4 - Cassidy. Young woman, Mothers a blacksmith, dad died, Klay still talks about V, Cassidy grows up wanting to be hero like V so becomes sheriff/mayor/meriff/whatever the fuck and promises to remember the mistakes of previous leaders (Callada, pre-Callada) without copying them.

5 - Big bang. Bazinga, now V is undead, a lil unhinged (BUT STILL WELL MEANING), and V+C = 1 and the same. Explain how body works, explain nation is scared of V+C (duh) but sees them both as kind hearted so begins to warm up. People began praying to Atom, Joba goes from religion to religon/casino to religion/casino/"what the fuck is atom"