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Brayherd Faction Regular Unit: Fauncor Tribe

Fauncor Tribe:

 

In the Brayherd, barbaric savagery and ferocious cruelty is admired and respected above all else. The herd travels across the desolate and sparse plains, ravaging all they come across. Before the herd thunders into battle, the deafening tone of the Hunt Horn is accompanied by the braying, snorting, and roaring of thousands of beasts can be heard as they stomp their hooves and beat their weapons. The Fauncor are one such race of beasts in the Brayherd.

 

The Fauncor, also known simply as "The Cloven", are bestial figures closely resembling men. They have the torsos and faces of men but the legs and hooves of cloven beasts. They speak in their guttural, coarse speech and have a feral anger that can only be controlled with an insatiable blood-lust. As young brayfauns, a Fauncor will sprout nobs on top of rough, wiry hair that quickly grow into horns as the Fauncor reaches Muscles bulge from sinewy flesh and hooves grow into strong, crude extensions of hairy, hooked legs.

 

Each Fauncor Tribe is led by a chieftain, a specifically depraved and cruel beast who leads those in the tribe with a ferocious savagery. Each chieftain is chosen by single combat, with the most barbaric beasts fighting to the death for the title of chieftain. In Fauncor society, an individuals worth and prowess and battle is seen on the number and size of War Horns the beast has. As a Fauncor ages and becomes more seasoned in the art of uncontrolled blooshed, the horns grow to immense size. Therefore, it is not uncommon for the chieftain to have the largest and most numerous War Horns as well as the largest, strongest hooves. The Fauncor Tribes forms the bulk of the Brayherd and act as the main form of attack in a herd charge.

 

The tribes charge into battle, hooves thundering across the barren wasteland of the plain; howling and braying, roaring and snorting as they brandish crude spears, axes and spiked nets, the tattered remains of the tribal symbol billowing in dust filled wind. As the bloodraged beasts reach the enemy line, some Fauncor lower their horns and impale their enemies on the sharp points while others use their powerfully beastly legs to vault themselves over the heads of their enemy and crush them beneath hooves as hard as stone. Lightly armored an feral, the Fauncor Tribes do not form strategic lines, but rather charge their hated foe in a mad rush of muscle, horns, and hooves.

 

The horns have called, and the Brayherd thunders across the plain searching for the fight and exulting in the hunt!

 

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Uploaded on July 28, 2019
Taken on July 27, 2019