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The Name of the Noble: Ser Richelle Vidokar, Lady of the White Towers, Marshal of the Rainlands
The House of which said noble belongs: House Vidokar
Honor, Wealth Growth
Current Age of said Noble:
24
House History:
House Vidokar were originally kings in the days of old, their holding were roughly twice as large, founded by the the first Thunder King Murgrave Vidokar. As legend holds Murgrave wed the daughter Ajruna of thunder god Korman. Angry at Murgrave the thunder god threw a thunderbolt down at the man, acting quickly he swung his sword deflecting the godly lighting back. Defying the gods themselves for his bride. Instead of being angered further Korman was impressed by this human Murgrave. Ascending from the sky, Korman looked upon the two lovers. It was in this moment Korman spared Murgrave, but was insistent on taking his daughter back. Before Ajruna took her father's hand, she gave the Thunder King a child. Like him in all aspects except shimmering blue eyes that glowed like sapphires for him to remember her by, a trait shared with all those of Vidokarin blood. That is the legend or so it is written by the historians of old, no one knows if it's true but those in the Rainlands believe it's so.
In history the Thunder King's resisted the growing Handon kingdom openly defying them in the early early before the uniting of the realms. Forcing the early Handon kings to years of warfare, both sides bled nearly to the point that they had to conscript children. Handon was winning though and the Vidokarian king had suffered from madness and killed himself. The king's only child Corili a warrior princess had taken the legendary sword of Murgrave ‘Thunder Bouncer’ and charged at the Handon camp. Trivial as it was their last charge in defiance as the Storm Guard, the most hardened knights charged without the fear of death. Crashing into the Handon lines as each knight took twenty men before their own deaths, leaving only Corili as its last survivor and surround by Handonian king and his guard.
Demanding her submission instead she spat at his feet, normally an insult but instead seeing the stubbornness of the Vidokars, he seen a dangerous ally if coaxed properly. The king would let her live, retain her position and power, and his bastard son. Spitting blood out as she stood up Corili demanded the match be matrilineal. The Handon king laughed seeing this woman remained defiant to the end and agreed to the terms.
In more recent times the Vidokar’s have remained loyal despite urging more recent kings for expansion, meaning war but it fell on deaf ears. The last time such a notion was offered was when Lord Edmund Vidokar mentioned it to King Merin, the two had an argument that was said to shake the ground the two stood upon. Lord Edmund never again returned to the capital nor any event that included Merin or anything associated with him. Straining the two. Edmund didn’t rebel because he didn’t have the manpower to openly defy the realm and Merin didn’t act because it was Edmunds realm that was supplying the realm with nourishment it sorely needed.
Since that point the Rainlands have been quiet and contributing their to the realm but now with the kingship open for the taking, perhaps it is their time. Most people will think that the Vidokar’s will try to buy the crown so to speak or if someone can tame or coax the stubborn heir apparent Richelle and split the power. Such actions remain gossip but who knows the truth for sure.
Lands and Ownership:
The Vidokar family has held the lands in the northeast. Featuring a climate that relaxes even the most tempered soul. Green plains with the occasional hills as far as the eye can see, steeped with farms and livestock that feed the realms. They’re specially known for their wines, from sweet to dry any palate is sated with what they have to offer. In the Rainlands as they’re traditional called hunger is almost nonexistent as food flows like the mightiest rivers. The Rainlands though as their namesake implies sporadic heavy rains, especially during the spring. Dams and ditches are common sight among the more farm heavy areas of the Rainlands.
Boasting large populations because of such fertile lands, the Rainlands field larger armies than most. Not as good as their Bosandan counterpart but numbers to account for something. Rainlanders do boast to have the best knights in the realm, chivalry and the knight’s code are common law and bound in iron. Drills and mock battles take place annually to keep the knight’s sword and wit sharp.
Rainlands boast several large cities and ports cities that bring in more wealth and commerce. Blackport one of the larger coastal cities brings in foreign trade and exotic merchandise that is circulated around the realms of Handon, most noteworthy is purple dye and sugar. The largest city is Bluewater Rush and home of the ruling family the Vidokar’s castle of Three Towers. Based on the mouth of Blue Fork river, it encompasses both sides and partially into the waters of the massive lake of Sapphire Eye. Three Towers sits in the middle of river with a solitary bridge to the massive keep that forks and connects both sides of the sprawling city.
Three towers as the name implies is a castle with three massive towers sprouting above the rest of the castle. Built by the Thunder King Murgrave Vidokar at the founding of his mighty line. In its history it has never been taken by invading forces. Stepped in history and size it inspires the populace who still keep to their old way of the worshiping of the storm god, even as the old religion wanes by the priests of other gods.
Autobiographical Knowledge: Richelle is the eldest out of twelve girls and two wives from Lord Edmund Vidokar. Honestly it was no option for Edmund to choose if his first born daughter as his lawful heir, Richelle is her father incarnate. Taking to the sword and the spear from an early age Richelle has grown to be one of the most accomplished knights in the Rainlands, taking the traditional title of Ser at the age of seventeen. It came to no surprise when she had been knighted considering her father’s firm hand had molded her into the perfect soldier and commander, at least what Edmund envisioned one would be.
She is as tough as they come, surviving her father’s training you have to be. One day while training with her father, Richelle was left open and he showed no mercy as he clobbered the side of her face. Getting her balance back, she stood glaring at Lord Edmund and from the rumors she ripped her own tooth out. Returning to the spar as she struck her father back later in the evening, that strike would give him a permanent limp. As twisted as that moment was though it was the moment that father and daughter had bounded the most in.
With King Merin stepping down it brought stress with it as to be very honest she wanted nothing to do with. Hating the petty squabbling of the nobles with their ceaseless game of sly trickery, but with the election there was a potential gain for something greater than herself. Glory something which eluded her, something she craved more than any lust filled sailor could ever desire. Perhaps something like the Vidokar found Murgrave. Even she had to marry some other idiot who that he was better than her.
Richelle would play her part, as well as she could and put the focuses of family and the realm but her real motivator would be glory. Perhaps push her father’s agenda for expansion. One thing would be for sure though if she was elected as queen. She would rule much like the Corili did, make the man bend to her. It would be a queens world, no longer in the idle hands of a man. The realm is her’s for the taking, waiting to grasp such delicious notions.
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Registration of Current Nobles
The Name of the Noble: Ser Richelle Vidokar, Lady of the White Towers, Marshal of the Rainlands
The House of which said noble belongs: House Vidokar
Honor, Wealth Growth
Current Age of said Noble:
24
House History:
House Vidokar were originally kings in the days of old, their holding were roughly twice as large, founded by the the first Thunder King Murgrave Vidokar. As legend holds Murgrave wed the daughter Ajruna of thunder god Korman. Angry at Murgrave the thunder god threw a thunderbolt down at the man, acting quickly he swung his sword deflecting the godly lighting back. Defying the gods themselves for his bride. Instead of being angered further Korman was impressed by this human Murgrave. Ascending from the sky, Korman looked upon the two lovers. It was in this moment Korman spared Murgrave, but was insistent on taking his daughter back. Before Ajruna took her father's hand, she gave the Thunder King a child. Like him in all aspects except shimmering blue eyes that glowed like sapphires for him to remember her by, a trait shared with all those of Vidokarin blood. That is the legend or so it is written by the historians of old, no one knows if it's true but those in the Rainlands believe it's so.
In history the Thunder King's resisted the growing Handon kingdom openly defying them in the early early before the uniting of the realms. Forcing the early Handon kings to years of warfare, both sides bled nearly to the point that they had to conscript children. Handon was winning though and the Vidokarian king had suffered from madness and killed himself. The king's only child Corili a warrior princess had taken the legendary sword of Murgrave ‘Thunder Bouncer’ and charged at the Handon camp. Trivial as it was their last charge in defiance as the Storm Guard, the most hardened knights charged without the fear of death. Crashing into the Handon lines as each knight took twenty men before their own deaths, leaving only Corili as its last survivor and surround by Handonian king and his guard.
Demanding her submission instead she spat at his feet, normally an insult but instead seeing the stubbornness of the Vidokars, he seen a dangerous ally if coaxed properly. The king would let her live, retain her position and power, and his bastard son. Spitting blood out as she stood up Corili demanded the match be matrilineal. The Handon king laughed seeing this woman remained defiant to the end and agreed to the terms.
In more recent times the Vidokar’s have remained loyal despite urging more recent kings for expansion, meaning war but it fell on deaf ears. The last time such a notion was offered was when Lord Edmund Vidokar mentioned it to King Merin, the two had an argument that was said to shake the ground the two stood upon. Lord Edmund never again returned to the capital nor any event that included Merin or anything associated with him. Straining the two. Edmund didn’t rebel because he didn’t have the manpower to openly defy the realm and Merin didn’t act because it was Edmunds realm that was supplying the realm with nourishment it sorely needed.
Since that point the Rainlands have been quiet and contributing their to the realm but now with the kingship open for the taking, perhaps it is their time. Most people will think that the Vidokar’s will try to buy the crown so to speak or if someone can tame or coax the stubborn heir apparent Richelle and split the power. Such actions remain gossip but who knows the truth for sure.
Lands and Ownership:
The Vidokar family has held the lands in the northeast. Featuring a climate that relaxes even the most tempered soul. Green plains with the occasional hills as far as the eye can see, steeped with farms and livestock that feed the realms. They’re specially known for their wines, from sweet to dry any palate is sated with what they have to offer. In the Rainlands as they’re traditional called hunger is almost nonexistent as food flows like the mightiest rivers. The Rainlands though as their namesake implies sporadic heavy rains, especially during the spring. Dams and ditches are common sight among the more farm heavy areas of the Rainlands.
Boasting large populations because of such fertile lands, the Rainlands field larger armies than most. Not as good as their Bosandan counterpart but numbers to account for something. Rainlanders do boast to have the best knights in the realm, chivalry and the knight’s code are common law and bound in iron. Drills and mock battles take place annually to keep the knight’s sword and wit sharp.
Rainlands boast several large cities and ports cities that bring in more wealth and commerce. Blackport one of the larger coastal cities brings in foreign trade and exotic merchandise that is circulated around the realms of Handon, most noteworthy is purple dye and sugar. The largest city is Bluewater Rush and home of the ruling family the Vidokar’s castle of Three Towers. Based on the mouth of Blue Fork river, it encompasses both sides and partially into the waters of the massive lake of Sapphire Eye. Three Towers sits in the middle of river with a solitary bridge to the massive keep that forks and connects both sides of the sprawling city.
Three towers as the name implies is a castle with three massive towers sprouting above the rest of the castle. Built by the Thunder King Murgrave Vidokar at the founding of his mighty line. In its history it has never been taken by invading forces. Stepped in history and size it inspires the populace who still keep to their old way of the worshiping of the storm god, even as the old religion wanes by the priests of other gods.
Autobiographical Knowledge: Richelle is the eldest out of twelve girls and two wives from Lord Edmund Vidokar. Honestly it was no option for Edmund to choose if his first born daughter as his lawful heir, Richelle is her father incarnate. Taking to the sword and the spear from an early age Richelle has grown to be one of the most accomplished knights in the Rainlands, taking the traditional title of Ser at the age of seventeen. It came to no surprise when she had been knighted considering her father’s firm hand had molded her into the perfect soldier and commander, at least what Edmund envisioned one would be.
She is as tough as they come, surviving her father’s training you have to be. One day while training with her father, Richelle was left open and he showed no mercy as he clobbered the side of her face. Getting her balance back, she stood glaring at Lord Edmund and from the rumors she ripped her own tooth out. Returning to the spar as she struck her father back later in the evening, that strike would give him a permanent limp. As twisted as that moment was though it was the moment that father and daughter had bounded the most in.
With King Merin stepping down it brought stress with it as to be very honest she wanted nothing to do with. Hating the petty squabbling of the nobles with their ceaseless game of sly trickery, but with the election there was a potential gain for something greater than herself. Glory something which eluded her, something she craved more than any lust filled sailor could ever desire. Perhaps something like the Vidokar found Murgrave. Even she had to marry some other idiot who that he was better than her.
Richelle would play her part, as well as she could and put the focuses of family and the realm but her real motivator would be glory. Perhaps push her father’s agenda for expansion. One thing would be for sure though if she was elected as queen. She would rule much like the Corili did, make the man bend to her. It would be a queens world, no longer in the idle hands of a man. The realm is her’s for the taking, waiting to grasp such delicious notions.
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I don't know, guya. I mean, there are some pretty good ink incorperations going on here. I'm pretty cool with opening up a few more spots if I got to, motherfucking. quality personalities and paths going on here. I also know, there might be other partners in crime comnig in to do the time.
Not sure yet. I'll start accepting sheets tomorrow.
Not sure yet. I'll start accepting sheets tomorrow.
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Wrote all this on my phone, so sorry for any mistakes!
The Name of the Noble: Peachie Verolin, Warden of the East Marches.
The House of which said noble belongs: House Verolin
Current Age of said Noble: 19
House History: House Verolin is an old one, though it has never been a great one. If anything, it has only ever attracted controversy for their more underhanded tactics of earning their fortunes. None of their sly leaders had ever been found guilty of wrong doing though, at least not until Peachie's grandfather, Xavier, was found out siphoning funds away from the King's treasury. Needless to say, he was executed and House Verolin's domain was reduced to a quarter of its previous size.
Peachie's father, Phillip, has spent his time attempting to reconcile the family name. Rather than living in the shadows, cloaked in deceit, he has invoked a policy of complete honesty and philanthropy. It is his hope that he can recoup what has been lost to them by reforming what House Verolin was once known for.
Lands and Ownership: Once the lands of House Verolin stretched from the Verdant Vale, a forest east the capital, to the craggy steppes of the East Marches. The height of their success rivaled even that of the great houses. However, since Lord Xavier's deception, the House currently only controls the East Marches. The land here is difficult to farm and there is little profit to be had.
Perhaps the only marvel in the East Marches is the massive fortress known as the Stormhold. It has long been the ancestral seat of the Verolin family. Designed to withstand lengthy sieges, the Stormhold consists of 4 tiers of defense, each culminating in difficult chokepoints to breach. It's rumored that even a small garrison of 50 soldiers could hold off a massive army at the final chokepoint, though this is merely speculation.
Autobiographical Knowledge: Peachie is the only child of Phillip and Margaret Verolin. Her mother died when she was very little, having suffered from a chronic lung ailment all of her life. Between the family's tarnished reputation and time devoted to salvaging said reputation, Phillip wasn't able to remarry. Even when he did find free time, he spent it with his little angel, Peachie. Had money not been so tight, it's likely he would have bought her everything under the stars.
Fortunately, Peachie grew up to be a humble, albeit innocuous, woman with a heart of gold. She truly embodies the new philosophy of House Verolin. Over the years, Peachie has developed a fondness for the culinary and visual arts. Her paintings are rumored to rival some of the best artists of old, and her dishes are fit for a king. At the age of 18, she was given the honorary title of Warden of the East Marches, given only to the next successor of House Verolin. As such, she is also technically a Captain of the Stormhold's meager garrison, though she has no formal martial training. Truly, if it were not for the Verolin's marred name, there might've been a host of suitors waiting at her door.
Knowing this, and more importantly knowing that the future of House Verolin rests with his daughter, Phillip has urged the girl to use the recent opportunity to solidify their future. With any luck, she might even be fortunate enough to court the next king. Nervously, the bubbly blonde steps into the foreign land of politics, unsure if she'll make it out with any success.
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Wrote all this on my phone, so sorry for any mistakes!
Registration of Current Nobles
The Name of the Noble: Peachie Verolin, Warden of the East Marches.
The House of which said noble belongs: House Verolin
Current Age of said Noble: 19
House History: House Verolin is an old one, though it has never been a great one. If anything, it has only ever attracted controversy for their more underhanded tactics of earning their fortunes. None of their sly leaders had ever been found guilty of wrong doing though, at least not until Peachie's grandfather, Xavier, was found out siphoning funds away from the King's treasury. Needless to say, he was executed and House Verolin's domain was reduced to a quarter of its previous size.
Peachie's father, Phillip, has spent his time attempting to reconcile the family name. Rather than living in the shadows, cloaked in deceit, he has invoked a policy of complete honesty and philanthropy. It is his hope that he can recoup what has been lost to them by reforming what House Verolin was once known for.
Lands and Ownership: Once the lands of House Verolin stretched from the Verdant Vale, a forest east the capital, to the craggy steppes of the East Marches. The height of their success rivaled even that of the great houses. However, since Lord Xavier's deception, the House currently only controls the East Marches. The land here is difficult to farm and there is little profit to be had.
Perhaps the only marvel in the East Marches is the massive fortress known as the Stormhold. It has long been the ancestral seat of the Verolin family. Designed to withstand lengthy sieges, the Stormhold consists of 4 tiers of defense, each culminating in difficult chokepoints to breach. It's rumored that even a small garrison of 50 soldiers could hold off a massive army at the final chokepoint, though this is merely speculation.
Autobiographical Knowledge: Peachie is the only child of Phillip and Margaret Verolin. Her mother died when she was very little, having suffered from a chronic lung ailment all of her life. Between the family's tarnished reputation and time devoted to salvaging said reputation, Phillip wasn't able to remarry. Even when he did find free time, he spent it with his little angel, Peachie. Had money not been so tight, it's likely he would have bought her everything under the stars.
Fortunately, Peachie grew up to be a humble, albeit innocuous, woman with a heart of gold. She truly embodies the new philosophy of House Verolin. Over the years, Peachie has developed a fondness for the culinary and visual arts. Her paintings are rumored to rival some of the best artists of old, and her dishes are fit for a king. At the age of 18, she was given the honorary title of Warden of the East Marches, given only to the next successor of House Verolin. As such, she is also technically a Captain of the Stormhold's meager garrison, though she has no formal martial training. Truly, if it were not for the Verolin's marred name, there might've been a host of suitors waiting at her door.
Knowing this, and more importantly knowing that the future of House Verolin rests with his daughter, Phillip has urged the girl to use the recent opportunity to solidify their future. With any luck, she might even be fortunate enough to court the next king. Nervously, the bubbly blonde steps into the foreign land of politics, unsure if she'll make it out with any success.
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So, the clock has, motherfucking. stopped, check it watch and got all hot.
All you folks are furnishing the finish line because, you're more accepted than a Laundry machine after a KKK night out.
All the others either I need to, repeep at your persona when I wake up a bit more, you haven't added any stuff I said yet, or your still WIP. There isn't like..a rush though. This ain't sonic the segway sage, we got. mtoherfucking. time.
So, the clock has, motherfucking. stopped, check it watch and got all hot.
All you folks are furnishing the finish line because, you're more accepted than a Laundry machine after a KKK night out.
All the others either I need to, repeep at your persona when I wake up a bit more, you haven't added any stuff I said yet, or your still WIP. There isn't like..a rush though. This ain't sonic the segway sage, we got. mtoherfucking. time.
@ScreenAcne I was already finished since the start, just hadn't added the things I typed to you about, the lands and citadels and all. Just added them.
The outer citadels take from the houses and cultures closer to them so if you visit one you will see a striking resemblance to the beliefs and culture of the surrounding groups of people. So whatever the others make is going to be somewhat incorporated in them as a mix.
The outer citadels take from the houses and cultures closer to them so if you visit one you will see a striking resemblance to the beliefs and culture of the surrounding groups of people. So whatever the others make is going to be somewhat incorporated in them as a mix.
@ScreenAcne Thanks dude! Cannot wait to RP with y'all..already thinking of more cultural stuff.
Figured it out..
Figured it out..
In no way am I trying/want you to change your idea/creation in anyway. I am not trying to criticize/undermine/devalue your work or have any problem with it. All that I state below is my honest opinion. If it bothers you and/or you feel like you wasted your time then I apologize.
Ok, just to add this. The Devil Sands is the biggest desert that is located in the middle of the continent, so big that in fact forces the other houses to pass through it in order to trade with the other houses. I can't stress that enough cause I've built my whole house around that fact.
You own the largest piece of land since it is first come first serve and everyone that comes after should adjust their territory to the ones that came before and already set their boundaries, I respect you statement. So the house Bastij doesn't necessarily own all the Devil Sands since the farther you get away from the center point of a circle the more the area that is encompassed increases. So it could be just a small stripe of sand but because it is located at the very most outer part of the desert it could easily be as big as the territory of house Bastij. And it all stands as neutral ground, the boundary which separates the territory of house Bastij and other territories. No one has a claim to it.Lets say that the whole continent of Handon is a perfect circle. Now the Devil Sands is another perfect circle located in the middle of the big one. The smaller circle's diameter is approx 3 times smaller than the circumference, the π value. Now if the circle is small enough in relation to the bigger one, that difference between the diameter and circumference is negligible = the distance between point A and point B which are the opposite ends of the small circle is so small that it doesn't matter if you go around the circle. You're not wasting any noticeable amount of time for that small extra distance.
Another thing which poses a problem is the size of land which a house encompasses. Assuming again that Handon is a perfect circle and the Devil Sands is also a perfect circle, means that ideally every other remaining house(9) would take an even slice out of the are between the 2 circles.
Now, hypothetically is the whole southern part of the area between the 2 circles was owned by one house, it means that the other houses would be cramped on the northern side which leads to most of them, the ones concentrated on the middle northern part, to never needing to pass through the smaller circle in order to trade with each other. Exactly the reason why I asked for the shape of your land since you stated it was one of the biggest.
I just want for my idea of a house to be in harmony with everyone's. Thank you for taking the time to read this.
From the perspective of someone who's throwing a "strong consider" into joining this RP, a lot of this post needs some clarification.
So your country is a desert surrounded by other, more fertile lands, which encircle it totally? If geographical realism is an issue here, that would mean you're also surrounded by mountains, creating a rain-shadow in order to justify the bizarre placement of this desert. If this is true then you're implying that your nation is also 99% immune to invasion, since all you'd need to do to prevent foreign invasion is defend the passes and valleys, the chokepoints which run through the mountains. This gives you an overwhelming defensive advantage in any wars waged on your territory.
Furthermore despite being located in the middle of the continent, despite other nobles' territories seemingly enveloping yours, you're somehow also serving as the buffer-area between our lands and those of a foreign horde? Like, how do you have an "eastern shore" if you're, quote, "another perfect circle located in the middle of the big one"?
Using highway-robbery and toll-roads to build your fortune makes sense when you're situated in the middle of the continent, but then shouldn't the easternmost province be the one acting as a buffer zone? The vice-versa also applies; it makes sense to be the buffer when you sit on the shore, but then you can't build your economic empire on tolling vital trade routes which bisect the continent. Please clarify as soon as you can. Thanks.
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@pugbutter Well to explain this geographical anomaly, it's the same as explaining on who build the many tunnels and vast areas underground. When the Bastij arrived and explored the desert, they found traces of an ancient long lost civilization. All that remained were ruins. In the middle was found a giant Pyramid, all but covered in sand which now serves as the underground part to the palace that stands above it.
The reason for the desert being formed on the ancient kingdom's grounds involve magic portals, sand demons an ancient war, all which left the land as it is today. The effect of the portal still lingers and as so it has preserved the climate through the ages. The portal is located deep underground below the pyramid.
I could as well go for mountains but I liked the idea of my desert being magic of origin and without any mountains involved.
As for the trade routes, initially I had planned for the Bastij to have formed a trading agreement with the main land, using the coast owned by the Bosandas, also in an agreement with them, but that thought flew in the air. Now I'm left with only trade routes within the continent. A fleeting thought came to mind that not everyone would be willing to have a history of their country trading with another one on the other side of the vast desert but meh, I place myself at the role-player's mercy on that note. So it's all up in the air at this point, I might have to return to the agreement with the Bosandas idea.@Sisyphus
Hell, maybe the previous civilization left behind might mountains of treasures underneath. Deus Ex-machina for my economic situation, I'm cheap like that.
The reason for the desert being formed on the ancient kingdom's grounds involve magic portals, sand demons an ancient war, all which left the land as it is today. The effect of the portal still lingers and as so it has preserved the climate through the ages. The portal is located deep underground below the pyramid.
I could as well go for mountains but I liked the idea of my desert being magic of origin and without any mountains involved.
As for the trade routes, initially I had planned for the Bastij to have formed a trading agreement with the main land, using the coast owned by the Bosandas, also in an agreement with them, but that thought flew in the air. Now I'm left with only trade routes within the continent. A fleeting thought came to mind that not everyone would be willing to have a history of their country trading with another one on the other side of the vast desert but meh, I place myself at the role-player's mercy on that note. So it's all up in the air at this point, I might have to return to the agreement with the Bosandas idea.@Sisyphus
Hell, maybe the previous civilization left behind might mountains of treasures underneath. Deus Ex-machina for my economic situation, I'm cheap like that.
@Bishop This is all very interesting but very little of it serves to rationalize the mechanics of your country.
Remember, a "desert" isn't just a big area filled with sand. It's defined as receiving less than a certain amount of precipitation per year (meaning, yes, Antarctica is a desert). So either it was already a desert before you came along, or your "magical" hogwash also happened to curse the land of all its fecundity. Just dumping sand on an area doesn't make it a desert. I know you know this because of something you said to Lady Selune earlier, so I don't know why you tried to use "interdimensional portal-sand" as a real argument.
And literally citing "deus ex machina" to describe how you apparently occupy two spaces at once (being in the middle of the continent, but also being the greatest defender against an eastern invader) sounds like a bad joke. Maybe the GM can weigh in on this? @ScreenAcne
Normally I'd be live-and-let-live about other players' creative liberties, but since a buddy and I planned on playing an expy for 15th Century Romania, preventing "Turkish" invasions into "Europe" through brutality and efficiency in war, I need to be sure that you've actually thought this through and that you can help us to understand how your national identity actually makes sense within the scope of this world. So far it doesn't at all. It seems to me like you have to choose between being a wealthy trade-route guy or the Margrave hero guy. It's fine for you to "take" the idea that we want to use in this RP but we'd really appreciate if the resulting nation's existence is actually plausible and sensible; otherwise we should be the southeastern nation while you keep the desert in the middle.
Remember, a "desert" isn't just a big area filled with sand. It's defined as receiving less than a certain amount of precipitation per year (meaning, yes, Antarctica is a desert). So either it was already a desert before you came along, or your "magical" hogwash also happened to curse the land of all its fecundity. Just dumping sand on an area doesn't make it a desert. I know you know this because of something you said to Lady Selune earlier, so I don't know why you tried to use "interdimensional portal-sand" as a real argument.
And literally citing "deus ex machina" to describe how you apparently occupy two spaces at once (being in the middle of the continent, but also being the greatest defender against an eastern invader) sounds like a bad joke. Maybe the GM can weigh in on this? @ScreenAcne
Normally I'd be live-and-let-live about other players' creative liberties, but since a buddy and I planned on playing an expy for 15th Century Romania, preventing "Turkish" invasions into "Europe" through brutality and efficiency in war, I need to be sure that you've actually thought this through and that you can help us to understand how your national identity actually makes sense within the scope of this world. So far it doesn't at all. It seems to me like you have to choose between being a wealthy trade-route guy or the Margrave hero guy. It's fine for you to "take" the idea that we want to use in this RP but we'd really appreciate if the resulting nation's existence is actually plausible and sensible; otherwise we should be the southeastern nation while you keep the desert in the middle.
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Geographic realism is not a concern in this RP. I mean, you're motherfucking. right, brother. But it's not a concern. As long as it dosen't lead to blatant power gaming I'm fine with peeps having strange, alien or contradictory landscapes.
@Bishop
He's right, you're choke hold won't be that important in Modern Handon and later after the war. Since the capital links most of the house through it. Of course, that works just fine with the kingdom because it means that if the capital is closed, the only other way across to other side of houses is around...or through you. Which gives Hnadon government itself good route control and tith enforcement.
You should probably consider though, a narrative of your people trying to, like. Refind their identity. Like, everyone else has a thing but outside of your invasion from very old days you find that you are struggling to stay relevant outside of old building blocks.
Geographic realism is not a concern in this RP. I mean, you're motherfucking. right, brother. But it's not a concern. As long as it dosen't lead to blatant power gaming I'm fine with peeps having strange, alien or contradictory landscapes.
@Bishop
He's right, you're choke hold won't be that important in Modern Handon and later after the war. Since the capital links most of the house through it. Of course, that works just fine with the kingdom because it means that if the capital is closed, the only other way across to other side of houses is around...or through you. Which gives Hnadon government itself good route control and tith enforcement.
You should probably consider though, a narrative of your people trying to, like. Refind their identity. Like, everyone else has a thing but outside of your invasion from very old days you find that you are struggling to stay relevant outside of old building blocks.
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So the only question is..how will this whole event kick off..an arrangement ball of some sort..unwelcome visitors extending invitations?
Let's see geographically I would say the Reines Swamp would located at the start the Sines River..anyone wanting to be near a suspicious swamp. Medical supplies and such. Anyone want to draw up a rudimentary map?
Let's see geographically I would say the Reines Swamp would located at the start the Sines River..anyone wanting to be near a suspicious swamp. Medical supplies and such. Anyone want to draw up a rudimentary map?
@pugbutter To clarify even further, the portal leads to another land the desert in the middle that you see is a result of the foreign climate and environment. All the area that you see as desert was once part of the outlandish demonic legions which were banished in the end. Yeah, kinda drastic to justify a geographical anomaly but I thought about this from the beginning.
@ScreenAcne I completely forgot about the capital linking all the other houses. When I read that part I must've mentally pictured my own kingdom and it's capital linking the other houses.
Ok so, my nation trades with the surrounding ones, while in turn trading with the mainland using the coast line located on the Bosanda territory as its port of operation. They have made an agreement, get taxed or share a small part of the merchandise,(whatever do you want?) with the Bosandas in order to use their coast line for trading with the main land. I don't know if you;re okay with this.@Sisyphus
@Hannibal Could you please elaborate that?
I don't know if I have confused or mistaken anything, a bit rushed atm. Care to correct me and be patient.
@ScreenAcne I completely forgot about the capital linking all the other houses. When I read that part I must've mentally pictured my own kingdom and it's capital linking the other houses.
Ok so, my nation trades with the surrounding ones, while in turn trading with the mainland using the coast line located on the Bosanda territory as its port of operation. They have made an agreement, get taxed or share a small part of the merchandise,(whatever do you want?) with the Bosandas in order to use their coast line for trading with the main land. I don't know if you;re okay with this.@Sisyphus
@Hannibal Could you please elaborate that?
I don't know if I have confused or mistaken anything, a bit rushed atm. Care to correct me and be patient.
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The Name of the Noble: Arceus Kallidus Kyros, Arch-Magus of Cathal and Lord of the city of Gor Ithios
The House of which said noble belongs: House Kyros
Current Age of said Noble: 24
House History: House Kyros rose up four centuries ago to power with the province of Cathal, managing to break the constant dead-lock with power struggles between the Mage families and becoming nobles in their own right. They achieved this through a combination of pure sorcerous skill, careful bargains between those families that would submit, and even more careful marriage alliances. Ending a reign of Paper Kings and feuding Sorcerous Families.
Ever since, House Kyros has dominated Cathal with an iron grip befitting a House whose position is surrounded by roughly equivalently powerful opponents. But they pay the King's Tithes, respect his authority, and lend their domain's forces to his in exchange that they be left alone to govern the province as they see fit and deal with their own affairs. Which is mostly benevolent, if a bit tyrannical in regards to maintaining their control amongst the local nobility. The other families are kept on a short leash when it comes to trying to extend their own power to match that of House Kyros', but are allowed to govern their fiefs and properties as they wish just like their overlords.
The internal family succession can be particularly rough. For like any great House, Kyros has many children, and being of proud Mage-blood stock throughout their lineage, every last one of them has substantial magic potential. The family patriarch's position is decided by the merit of the sons, usually the eldest mature sons, by way of Sorcerer's Duels. Only the most powerful mage among them may ascend to the title of Arch-Magus of Cathal, and thus distribute the other Kyros-owned titles, properties, and lands among his siblings; as well as oversee disputes between and among the other Mage Families of the province who then swear fealty to their new Arch-Magus. The remaining sons are usually assigned to strategically marry the best Sorceresses to perpetuate better and better Mages within the Kyros Family, or to solidify alliances between them and houses outside the province.
This practice of succession, while seen as barbaric among some nobility of other provinces, is seen as necessary by House Kyros, and is a normal rite among the other Mage-nobility of Cathal. A Sorcerer's life is competition and power, and it is one which only the strong survive. It is only right that in a political setting where they dominate, that the Houses would only want the very best at their heads, and that the most powerful of all of them would be their Lord. Plus, with sorcery being such a dangerous occupation even at the best of times for those skilled in combat magic, it naturally leans towards weeding out the weak and incapable from the mighty and skilled, and all of the Houses of Cathal can attest to that whether they're Kyros or not.
The daughters on the other hand are prime prizes that any Mage Family that isn't of Kyros desires to have wed to one of their sons, and House Kyros knows this. To this end, the family has traditionally indulged their daughters to be as picky and particular as they desire with their potential husbands. Being highly capable Sorceresses themselves, they often don't care for potential husbands who cannot even best them in challenges or meet their demands. Duels are seen as socially unacceptable in Cathal for Ladies to participate in against suitors, but it is highly fashionable for them to set such tasks to suitors against other Sorcerers to prove to them how far they're willing to go for their love, and for the Lady to judge her suitors' performance. Cathal is joked of as being full of Sorceresses who cannot live up to a Daughter of Kyros' expectations. Such a system is ripe for underwritten manipulation as the women essentially use their positions to make families enter feuds over marriage proposals, all the while the potential orchestrator patriarchs all act innocuous of their relatives' actions.
In terms of recent history, House Kyros has begrudgingly offered more social mobility and freedom among the nobles within the province on the orders of King Merin whom showed his disproval with the House's stiff control over the province. The family viewed Merin as a kind-hearted and benevolent, but naive King who never fully understood how and why Sorcerers conducted politics and business in Cathal, but like all others they bent the knee to him and his wishes while he sat the throne of Handon. With his abdication, the latest newly ascended young Arch-Magus hopes to set things right again and further secure the interests of him and his House.
Banner:
A Pentacle on a Black Field of Brass-coloured stars, the circle being one of Gold while the star itself is Crimson Red.
Lands and Ownership:
-The Province of Cathal (Arch-Magus is the title associated with its ownership. A province of middling agricultural quality, a few mines and forests utilized for lumber but nothing to boast of compared to other provinces of Handon. Its main revenues come from taxation, the Sorcerer Academies tuition fees, the refinement and sale of goods for magical and alchemical means, and the sale of Sorcerers' services abroad.)
-City of Gor Ithios, capital of Cathal (Lordship, with all obtainable revenues, tariffs and taxes associated therein)
-Provosts of all Sorcerer Academies within Cathal's bounds (House Kyros divides the Provost seats amongst its sons, with the Arch-Magus usually being the Provost of the most prestigious Academy of the time. They are mostly advisory positions which conveniently offer access to the Faculty records which the House keeps up to date on after each year.)
-The Tower of Obsidian/ The Obsidian Tower (Personal residence of House Kyros, and seat of their power located in Gor Ithios, built entirely out of imported Obsidian)
-Herne Alchemical Refinery (Family-owned Business in Gor Ithios specializing in Alchemy and Potions, founded over 200 years ago by Herne Valdius Kyros)
-10,000 Acres of farmland estates (Roughly 20% of Cathal's capacity)
-The Scholam Arcanum (Public Library specifically catering to the Art of Arts, boasts of being one of the largest repositories of Magical Knowledge and Sorcerous Writings in the world with extensive material archives as well. Supported by the generous patronage of House Kyros, located in Gor Ithios)
-The Brass Citadel (Prison-Fortress located in Cathal, built to contain convicted Warlocks[Rogue Sorcerers] and other Magical beings or criminals, but also functions as the general prison of the Province. Owned and operated by House Kyros)
-Fort Ardyn (Main Military post for Cathal under the ownership of House Kyros, located within sight of Gor Ithios. It serves as a Training post as well as a Command Post for the Cathal Forces, hosting a private Military-based Sorcery Academy.)
Autobiographical Knowledge: Arceus Kallidus Kyros was born the third son of Alain Damion Kyros and Lyra Severian Kyros. With seven brothers and eight sisters that survive to this day and a handful of other brothers which died, he was certainly not a lonely child within the Obsidian Tower growing up. All being powerful children of Sorcerers, their lust for competition and dominance began even at a young age, with the elder brothers and sisters usually bossing around their siblings behind the backs of their parents and relatives. House Kyros knew of such behaviour, naturally, but saw it as good practice for the reality of real life in Cathal when they grew up, and so long as they didn't seriously injure each other, the family saw no reason to stop such behaviour.
But Arceus didn't survive through his childhood and later tutorage under the older Sorcerers of his family through just pure might, as his elder brothers had done, but through cunning and guile befitting one who was not gifted with the natural luck of being born premiere among his siblings. From an early age, he routinely traded favours for favours with his various siblings and cousins his age, balancing out the arrogant ambitions of his older siblings with the more timid desires to be seen and active by the youngers. It was all over petty matters and grudges involving toys, snacks, personal items and clothes, embarrassing others in front of higher family members, nothing serious, but they taught Arceus valuable lessons in understanding Sorcerers.
And as his powers grew with age, his understanding only grew ever more as the scars from the pitiless Sorcerous training of his House began to pile on. He discovered how to play to one's personality, how to hide his full potential and appear helpless. For surviving as a sorcerer often fell not to who was the strongest, but who could outwit their opponent. And to hold one of the most powerful positions in the world, power and wits play equal parts regardless of whether or not one knew magic.
He also understood why his family had so many kids, as many of them died or were crippled in the process of training in the Art of Arts. For while Cathal had spent centuries to devote itself to making the study of more combative magic a safer subject of study and training, there is only so much one can do to make it safer or easier. As he grew up, Arceus lost 5 brothers through various accidents and hazards of study, and many of his older relatives had lost limbs or suffered fatal injuries as time went on.
At the age of 22, four years after his ascension to the official rank of Sorcerer within his House, the family Patriarch, Alain, died of old age, being 83 years old, a venerable and mighty man. As had been the practice for over 400 years, the sons of the previous Arch-Magus gathered at the Obsidian Tower promptly to decide the next Arch-Magus. Five sons of Alain claimed rights to the Lordship of Gor Ithios and the title of Arch-Magus of Cathal, Arceus being among them with his eldest brother Eamon being nearly 34 and the youngest of the brothers, Gerion being merely 14. The duels were drawn by lot and observed by all members of House Kyros who could attend along with privileged members of the Cathal nobility, privileged Sorcerous peers from beyond the province, and representatives of the King, the widow Lyra herself was among them. The duels lasted all day, for tradition demanded that a successor be chosen by the dawn of the new day, and one by one, the brothers were disarmed and bested, the final showdown coming between Eamon and Arceus.
The old rivalry between the two siblings burned as hot as the magical energy they summoned in their duel. Flames danced throughout the black hall of the throne room, lightning arced in wild displays, bone-chilling winds frosted the floors, and summoned up weapons and beasts of pure energy assaulted each other as brother fought brother. Reality itself might have been ready to rend with how much power was being flung about but the combined might of the family and the ancient foundations of the tower had grown used to such feats. Hours passed, Arceus appearing to be on the ropes multiple times, but in reality he was holding back, drawing his brother's anger and energy out as his taunts only served to enrage the elder brother. Finally, sensing Eamon waning, Arceus delivered a flourish of power that stunned the room, ending a feat of endurance, power, and skill that surely had the ancestors of House Kyros looking on in pleasure.
Thus, Arceus won his place as Arch-Magus of Cathal, heir ascendant of House Kyros, and Lord of Gor Ithios, one of the youngest to ever hold the title and still a bachelor to boot. His inauguration and birthday of 23 was followed months after by the old King Merin's abdication of the throne of Handon. Opening the way for fresh ambitions to extend his own newly expanded power and the prestige and state of his mighty House of Sorcerers. For with Sorcerers as much as Politicians, the competition for greater power is timeless, and Arceus bears the weight of his house's illustrious lineage as he makes his own moves.
Portrait:
A particularly imposing portrait of the Arch-Magus Arceus Kallidus Kyros, in his full regalia, and wielding his staff of office.
An artist's sketch of the Arch-Magus' face. His noble face disfigured by the scars of Sorcerous Duels, he wears the scars as a badge of pride, as most Sorcerers do with the scars upon their bodies. Though it obviously doesn't necessarily help with their appeal to ladies.
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