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Far to the north on Mandalore's central continent, on the northern coast, is an area known as the Norg Basin. A geological formation created millions of years ago by an asteroid crashing into the planet. Within this basin, upon a hill, stands an ancient, impenetrable, indomitable, and vast fortress known as Norg Bral. The ancestral home of Clan Bralor.
This first thing that strikes one when entering the Bralor karyai would be the intense scents of spices, roasting meat, and potent alcohol. For there is always food and drink within this inner sanctum, for there are always warriors coming and going, at every hour of the day. There are always hungry warriors in need of food. There are several long tables, capable of seating several warriors lining the sides of the hall. The centre of the room contains a massive firepit, where food can be prepared, or simply for the comfort and primal feel of a roaring fire.
While a place for feasting, celebrating, and living with one's Aliit, your clan, your family, your identity, the walls are covered in every kind of weapon ever concieved. From simple hold-out blasters, charrics, verpine sniper rifles, and Trandoshan heavy repeaters to beskade, vibroswords, shockwhips, and mythosaur axes, they are all there.
And littered across the hall are the trophies of the warriors that forms the extended family known as Bralor. Skulls, hides, claws, horns, talons. Helmets. Weapons resting in display cases. Yet the most impressive trophy within the hall is a skull. A krayt dragon skull, suspended from the roof, it's empty eye sockets glaring down towards the entrance like some angry deity protecting it's inner temple.
This, is the hall of the Bralors.
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