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Vexillum

Located on the island of Winterfell, Vexillum's dires are hardy, often built for the cold, harsh winters, and are often just as harsh themselves. Those with prestige don red scarves upon their shoulders, fastened with a bronze emblem. Though democratic, they are a warlike breed, ready to fight and defend their home. Blood sport is common, in the form of gladiatorial combat between slaves and traitors in the hopes of earning admiration and honor.

A democracy at its core, decisions are presented by the Consul, who gather "votes", or general opinions on the matter at hand from members of the pack, and the decision is often made depending on the majority. The only one who may overrule these decisions is the Imperator, under specific circumstances.

Earning rank is a public affair, with members being voted in, instead of promoted, after proving themself worthy to their voting base. This can either be through combat, a test of skill, or through making a case to their audience.

Veni. Vidi. Vici.

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AREAS OF INTEREST

Dilapidated Castle
An abandoned, crumbling structure at the foot of the mountains in the northernmost peninsula. It is a gathering place as much as it is functionally, a home. The Imperator and her fold collect in the depths of the castle itself to ruminate in privacy, as the Pontiffs gather in the Cathedral within to tend to the sick, as the Centurions discuss battle formations.

Coliseum
This is as much a coliseum as it is a small valley, nestled within the mountains. The ground is rough and barren, the earth red with blood. Splintered and weather-worn spears surround the arena, marking the boundary between participant and front row seat.

Bed of Thorns
The remnants of a human village. Damnati are held here, under the watchful eye of Centurion and Medicus alike. Some choose to take their fate into their own hands and earn their freedom. Others, are welcome to rot.

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THE LAND ITSELF

Harsh and wintery for most of the year, Winterfell Island has been home to only a few families of wolves in the past, hardened and fierce individuals. The Imperator herself comes from such a family. The island itself is often cold and windy, and anything less than a thick coat will guarantee you'll freeze. The island used to be home to a pack of humans, remnants of their lives scattered around, as if they had simply vanished. There is ample cloth across the land, adorning human architecture and the rusting weapons they left behind, ripe for the taking.

The island itself seems to be one of the last vestments of the great frozen bridge across the strait. The border itself is surrounded by freezing water on all sides, with spears driven into the ground, surrounding the island itself with a sense of hostility. There is a crumbling castle in the northern region, the upper levels have been sloughed away by harsh winds, its remnants in a crumbled heap to the west. The main floor and depths are relatively stable, albeit drafty.

The mountains in the middle of the land are steep, and largely hard to traverse. There is a well beaten path to a valley within the center of the mountain range, where humans used to fight, and where the wolves of Vexillum continue that tradition.

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SOCIETY & CULTURE

Vexillum's citizens, particularly its military sect, the largest of its aspects, often have the tendency to adhere to a doctrine of "only the strong survive", in theory, but their actions often say otherwise. Vexillum is a pack focussed on both member input and fairness. Decisions are not made without a vote. Everyone has a home to return to. Everyone deserves food to eat, and a family to love.

Vexillum is best described perhaps then, by Together, We Will Survive. The pack is strongest when united, when everyone is doing their part to ensure a greater future for everyone. Even the Damnati get a chance to improve their situation, no matter their crime. Though they may not earn trust as quickly, they can earn freedom, and glory.

Vexillum shows great pride to those that choose, and choose again, to help, to fight, to learn, to vote, to prove themselves.

The wolves here are harsh and strong because they must be, not because they want to be.