Name: Lord Rudin
Age: 34
Description: An honorable, renowned Lord that was granted/gained his fief based on his work- hunting down enemies, bandits, and any other who mean harm. Best known for brutality with his cavalry, and known to sometimes not be so honorable when it comes down to combat, and to winning against a superior foe.
Rank: Lord
Rebels or Crown: Crown
Magic ability: Telepathic communication- can communicate with those he wishes through the mind
Weapons: A long awlpike known to bandits and the like as the "Backstabber," and to his men and himself as the "Rudin Spear." An elite cavalry round shield with his symbol on it, which is a rearing black horse on a yellow background, and a long arming sword, meant for both use on horseback and as close combat.

Nation: If under a kingdom, this would be "Fief." So are we Lords of a fief under the Crown, or are we independent kingdoms? Cause a nation is sovereign. A fief isn't.
Banner: A rearing black horse on a yellow background, with a red stripe at the bottom and top. The black horse is of Rudin's mount, and the red stripes are of the blood on a battlefield.
Castle: Castle Curaw
Lands: Lands surrounding Curaw, which is both a castle and a town, and the towns of Bazeck, Nelag, and Ayyike. Coastal region; produces fish, wine, cattle, and silk from an island a short distance offshore.
Specialty: Cavalry, making armor that is essentially the finest silk known to the world, and then layering it dozens of times to create armor that is just as thick as plate armor, lighter, breathes better, and can still stop a sword. Add a bit of leather and iron plates, and it's even more formidable light armor. In addition to cavalry and silk, they also have excellent fish.
Military: Primarily calvary, except for castles and towns, which have regular infantry and archers. Trainers are hired from elsewhere to teach archers and guards, while the calvary is of its own tactics, ideal for the flat terrain near the coast.
Culture: Dark-haired peoples with a proud attitude about them all, even the peasants and street urchins. Celebrate the ending of winter, and coming of summer, and the days that calfs are born. They love gifts, to and from others, and will often bring packs of silk and herds of cattle to anyone whom they really like and think they deserve, always guarded by a column of the calvary.
Other: They love their calvary. Like.... alot. And they love drama, so expect many a dramatic action by them and their calvaries.