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Rolador

The Rolador "homeland" is the vast stretch of grasslands to the north of the Magic Wastes. Their dominion stretches along the northern coast, bordering in the west the Ithacul lands, and in the east bound by the Brightwater. Hunting is good here, and the Rolador roam free on their painted horses in pursuit of their quarry. The Rolador have border guards that patrol the undefined boundaries of their land, and they do not suffer intruders, for they are a closed people. The linguistic barrier is unusually difficult to overcome, and only the few who speak Fihdal, the trade tongue, leave to trade once a year at Duëlgadin Rock. Being masters of the bow, many come to them to learn archery but are turned away. The Rolador have no desire to teach their skill to outsiders. Many speculate that it is in the crafting of the bow that the Rolador warrior's mystical bond with his weapon is forged, while others maintain the magic that makes them exceptional archers lies in the enigmatic patterns of body paint smeared across their bodies. Some say they learned their craft from Vepalé archers, but that legend has never been conclusively confirmed or denied. It is very unusual for a Rolador to leave his people, almost as strange as a Dal-Kalen leaving his forest home. Only those who can overcome the language problem find themselves suitable to travel among the varied peoples of Chronikos.

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