Hi. Here's my stab at a very basic, freeform yet hopefully enjoyable 'nation roleplay', based around a fictional set of islands inhabited by the last Neanderthals on Earth. If you guys like it, great! If not? Then let it slide into oblivion :)
Gather, my children. It is time. The small men are coming.
When I was a little one, my Great Father told me much of the small men. He told me how, many years ago, we ruled the lands over the great waters. Villages were aplenty; every man had a dwelling, and by the Earth Mother's consent, he lived in perfect harmony with all that surrounded him.
These were grand times, my children. There was much beauty in the world then. Imagine, our island homes as they are now, but a thousand fold.
The small men changed all that. They were few at first, but those spindly mongrels were fond of rutting, even when they could ill afford the offspring produced. Over the years they grew in strength, and with this strength, came a terrible desire to consume everything.
They drove us from our lands. Many died. Those who survived? They surrendered themselves to the dilution of our bloodline... we were slowly absorbed into the cancerous mass of this 'new humanity'. Our place in the world lost forever, our peoples a distant memory. All the while, the Earth Mother suffered the small men's fire of insatiable consumption.
Alas, we on the islands are the last of our kin. Our ancestors made a perilous journey here long, long ago, over the great waters on wooden waves, and on these emerald beaches did they land. For a thousand generations, we have blossomed in the autumn of our days.
But now? Now the small man comes. Islands of floating timber can be seen skimming the horizon. They carry a cargo fit for one purpose; our extinction. We cannot allow this to come to pass!
And so, as I lay here dying of too many good years, I bestow upon you, my children, the labours of our continued survival. But the right leader must be a strong warrior, a wise advisor and a great champion, if we are to turn fate's arrow from our necks.
Who among you, I wonder, is truly the Chosen Saviour of our peoples? Time will no doubt tell.
And so, in a challenge of wits, mettle and courage, I split my kingdom between you. May the Earth Mother decide the victor, and the saviour of our peoples... but may she do it quickly, before the small man burns us into history.
Going to go freeform as free willy with this. Format it how you want. Cover the following areas though as a minimum:
- Chieftain Description
- Tribe name
- Description of tribe's culture
- Description of tribe's economy and trade capacity, if it has either.
- Description of tribe's warriors and tactics.
- Population size.
- Location of tribe.
- Tribe's seafaring capability.
- Anything else you feel needs mentioning.
- This is a chilled RP, with little enforcement beyond the basics.
- Have fun, respect other players and just generally have a good time.
- Go and skim over the wiki article on Neanderthals so you have an understanding of who/what they are, and what they're capable of.
Dying Breed
Neanderthalinsula
The Last of Our Kin
Tribe Entry
Rules