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Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

Sapiliezen Hill - Northwestern Threll - Poor District

Sometime in the morning

Black clouds bellowed off in the southwest side of the city, and the Emperor stared through red and yellow stained glass at the early factory forges, hammering away at metals to make anything from door hinges to wheel axles. He just stared at the deepening clouds of soot that flowed freely from cement and stone towers that held themselves high upon the southern half of the river. It was disgusting to look at, but sadly, in the ancient days, the south was a beautiful view that some ancient ancestors loved to stare at. He hated it, the north was now beauty, but the far side of the valley was not his anymore, yet it was beautiful nonetheless.

Emperor Theltavious VII slipped into a purple robe as he looked down at the fallen roof of what used to be a council room, the largest part of the building. It was now full of workers removing anything reusable, and every once in a while a rotten corpse. It was a slow and horrid process and he hated the ugliness of it. He already had a plan to make it beautiful once again. Glass roofing with dark stone and timber supports with ancient stones covered beautiful flora, not the previous flowery vines that he found out were poisonous, but something simple, maybe grape vines. Regardless, he had something to do today didn't he? Well someone would tell him eventually.

The robe fit him well, and he sighed, remembering most of his staff was killed in some unfortunate accident, so that meant he had to go down to the kitchen and retrieve something for himself, specially since he had awaken early, or at least by himself. He knew there were maybe three servants left, and he remembered a guests were meant to come as well as others meant to council him. He had dodged a coup, only to be left with no one who knew how to do anything. Oh, there was meant to be an arms trader; no, there were other things that had to be dealt with first his breakfast, second, his artist's supplies, and third, maybe second breakfast.

Opening his own door, he looked at where the head of the servants was supposed to be, there was not one. Argamei assumed that he would have to appoint a new one, or hopefully be given another. He looked down the hallway both ways, it was empty but for a large armored man walking down it. He knew who it was, and that man scared him senseless.

He slunk down the hallway and down another and another. He saw many things, well the lack of them, primarily people, artwork, armors, and the eventual broken or splintered door. It was almost two years since that happened, yet few things had been fixed. He looked inside one of the broken doors and saw a once-occupied room, likely some old nobles' room; stacks of leather chests and wood crates littered the floor. He didn't see any heraldry or semblance, but it was something besides almost desolate walls in what was meant to be a palace. It turned out more like a crumbling ruin of a fortress than anything.

HEading down a semi-spiral of stairs to the next floor down, he came upon a large hall, yet again empty there were at least a few modest banners that hung from different points in the room, but a single one hung over the two cases of stairs at the head of the room where he was. At the foot was a large door, one of the few things that had been refurbished, but that is because the people had to look upon the far side of it. Few people made it past anymore, mostly just himself and the servants.

He opened the door, and peered inside to the next hall, there were a few people there, a servant, and an Elvan woman, she was not from these lands, and he expected her to be from some faraway land to assist or advise those beneath him how to do their jobs. It was a bit of a fault in his own mind, letting another people do what he should find someone to do, but the lacking of people in the room proved he needed the assistance, after all most of the ones who had any idea of what they were doing were dead, and thankfully not at his hands.

It was fate, and although he could use something to eat to satiate his morning routine, it would have to go. The door that was opened creaked loudly, it was made that way, and whomever had constructed it should be hanged the Emperor thought. He was in a glorified bedrobe of silk, with only a modest bolstering of fur and down. The servant moved to his side, and bowed before approaching.

"I will fetch you a cloak your Magesty." the younger man said before scurrying off, and a few others did similar gestures of respect to the Emperor, there should be someone announcing him, but the door did that well, he would have to make up for that later. But at that time, he had a few guests that likely wanted to speak with him, or at least someone to resonate their problems, or suggestions with.

There was no right hand, no advisor; he needed another one of those in due order, but at this moment, the other one he had was found to be incompetent, even more than himself; at least he tries to make things beautiful and bearable for his people, or so he thinks.

"I am Emperor Theltavious the VII, if you have requests for me, feel free to line yourselves up, and present your needs and findings in an ordered manner. Please do not cut in each others way, and be civil about it." There is no way this could go wrong; there were maybe twelve people in total in the room, three guards, four if you count the hulk in the corner, two servants, and one fleeing to retrieve something. The rest were just nobles, for the most part; the one oddity was the elf that he saw. It wasn't uncommon, but at the moment, it was kinda uncommon, especially in his court. He did get some from the city far in the south but that was besides the point.

While in thought, he saw that several had started a squabble, well most of them started a squabble for the first spot. It would be best to wait this out he thought

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"Madam, I suggest you wait... Seeing as you're here, enjoy yourself." a man in a long gray and brown robe said quietly; it was the uniform of those who were in servitude, "I've not had to deal with the upfront business until now. But, most come from the north and have lived here since... Two were once Dukes, and one was a count. The rest are barons or land-lords of some kind, oh... the one fighting the Dukes was once a general."

The man smiled at Myrrhis, "Is there anything I can get you while you wait?" his head bowed some as he awaited a response.

Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

@Atalanta Still interested? I planned on starting small here in the next day or so, if you want to make a character.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Tiny Nord

Morocco 13:55:22

"At least there is no water this time... Let me be a good samaritan, and give them the good old quackbang microphone treatmen." he grumbled, staring at a watch that was gracefully duct-taped to the backside of his shield. He saw it was a time about thirty seconds ago, but all of these locals, well it was not going to be pretty regardless, it is time to make use of his special equipment.

Outstood a massive shield that was firmly planted into the ground in front of him, on the side was another gracefully ducttapped object, a megaphone. He tapped upon the backside of it a few times, making sure it was working with a few loud pops to get people's attention. For extra reinforcement, he fired his gun a few times in the air.

"For those who wish to leave, you have five seconds to do so, if you don't feel free to shoot at me and see how well it goes!"

Within a moment of the word 'goes' the microphone was taken off in a hail of bullets, why did he figure anything else would happen, he just bought that thing, it was like thirty bucks. But he had done his good deed for the day, and now it seemed like the heavies were up for a bit of fun.

He placed his rifle on it's slot, and raised his shield up, he stared at the door that people didn't want to see anymore.

"Alright... I think they are focused on me, hopefully they will just run for the most part... I don't know, but anything past the door dies. My vision isn't the greatest behind this shield and I don't like taking chances."

He rolled his shoulder a bit as he pulled it up to his chest, and he listened to the gears in his suit grind and ache as he started to run, he hated how heavy this thing was when he did this, but it looked like there was some form of incline and he didn't want to get stuck on stairs.

He saw the other heavy finally, it was clear in front of him, and he smiled as he got in the path of his charge, well this is going to be fun isn't it? He felt a bullet on his back as his shield became a hail of sparks from the minigun, well, at least he was taking it's fire. But for now, he thinks that the fun thing will be the one in front of him.

He knew he should have brought his heavy gun, he figured it would be closer quarters though and didn't bring it, so he figured the old way would be the way. The minigun wouldn't do much against him; he didn't know about the others, but this guy. Well, he would be fun, and when it came to it, he pulled off the two-handed axe from his shield and he let it drive forward into the other heavy before he went in for melee, first an underhand swing to try and disable mobility, it hit his side, but it didn't work well in it's goal. The two became a brawl of twisting metal and poly-carbonates. Bullets, pinging off both of them as it looked like a street brawl between two drunken idiots because of the almost dilated movements of their armor. While it seemed slow, each hit between the armored hulks send shockwaves through the others.

He left the axe in it's side, and just went for a brunt way, the axe was a good choice for doors, or lighter targets, but like armor of the old days, when steel and iron covered men, the mace was the weapon to use. His fist was that mace. They battered each other; a few tried to get in the way to disable or hurt Oliver, but the fury of them both kept many away, and he was too close for heavy weapons to be used by those who wanted to try. It was a grueling task, a medieval one as they raged on.

He hoped the others were doing work; he was tunnel-visioned into this fight and hoped they were doing well with his initial moments of distraction.

Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

@StarlanceYours is fine as it is. Honestly, magic is meant to be a bit overpowered because I'm taking it from a traditionalist stance. It could be on sight or in an area of effect, and I'd be fine with it. Especially since if you read the background to the first NPC, you'll see what you could be going against.

But approved without a doubt.

Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

@KeroThank you for that, my keyboard likes to cut out while I am typing.

Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

Okay, so I comitted The Dumb and only noticed the "...you will be people from around the remains of the empire. From it's heartland..." bit after having written most of the CS. I'm gonna leave it here in case it gets a pass. If not, yell at me and I'll get to editing.

Myrrhis

Name: Myrrhis Nivellen

Race: High Elf

Gender: Female

Age: 149

Appearance

Standing at 201 cm (6'7") and weighing 76 kg (167 lbs), Myrrhis is a young High Elf with red eyes, a mane of white hair falling down to her waist and sports a lean build expected of a soldier, moving with grace natural to the Elves and carrying herself tall and proud. She normally speaks in a slow and measured manner with a pleasant, mellifluous voice, though is capable of achieving a good amount of volume and cadence if someone needs yelling at over the din of battle.
She’s adapted local fashion during her time in Threndel, favoring wide-brimmed hats and dresses in red, white and black colors.

From Threll: No
Myrrhis is a Yulian knight on loan to the Empire to help train their troops.

Skills and Training:

• Knight-Commander - From leading companies up to 100 strong in battle to commanding a city’s guard, Myrrhis is a capable leader who favors leading from the front, but she only has limited experience with large-scale battles. Her natural charisma and general wisdom of a century lived grant her some measure of leadership capability off the field, but it's hampered by her lack of managerial ability.
• Diplomatic - Although a mere knight herself, her father, mother and brother hold titles of some note and as such, she was raised to navigate the intricacies of noble courts. Despite the martial flair to her upbringing, a lesson her father had constantly stressed was the importance of de-escalation and diplomacy.
• Combat - Myrrhis is an accomplished warrior skilled with several types of weapons, but favoring a halberd and shield for formation fighting and paired swords for smaller skirmishes and everyday carry.

Downsides:

• Administration - Myrrhis is not very good at economics or general management, relying on a purser and quartermaster to manage day-to-day functioning of her entourage.
• Ranged combat - Although trained with a crossbow, she is of middling skill at best.

Magic: Sorcerer (Medium Grade)
Myrrhis specializes in Countermagic, detecting (She can sense long-duration spells and enchanted tiems within 20 m of her, unless blocked such as by a wall.), disrupting the casting of (She needs to see the caster.) and dispelling already existing spells.

Important Items:

• Armor - A set of plate gauntlets, vambraces, cuisses, greaves, spalders, gorget, bevor, a sallet helmet and a brigandine worn over a linen gambeson.
• Sorvann - Myrrhis’ beloved companion, a five year old Norriker stallion with white coat and black spots.

Wealth: The Nivellens’ loyal service has been appropriately rewarded. As a third child and second daughter, Myrrhis does not have access to that wealth beyond what small, polite requests her relatives decide to grant.
With no lands of her own, most of her actual wealth is tied up in equipment, both hers and that of her squire and small entourage, putting her firmly on the poorer end of knighthood.

History:
The third child of Count Andoral Nivellen, beaten by her twin sister Avexis by less than 20 minutes. Unlike her brother Cailan, the heir apparent, or her sister, who married early and would go on to become a magus of some renown in the field of protective magic, no one much cared what Myrrhis did as long as it did not cast the family in a poor light. Having always idolized her father as a knight in shining armor straight out of tales of yore, Myrrhis sought to follow in his footsteps. With his blessing, she was sent to the court of her maternal grandfather, Baron Aunar Ameridian. Under his tutelage, Myrrhis worked up from Page through Squire, learning the arts of horsemanship, combat and proper manners. She even got to accompany her lord overseas, when he was summoned to relieve the Threndel garrison in the City of Light, before eventually returning home and being knighted in her own right at 50 years of age.

As a freshly-minted knight with nothing but her title to her name, she came to the service of Duke Aubin Corre of Godest and was put in charge of the town guard of Lannion. A small town situated on the intersection of three trade routes, the human Duke took the opportunity to put a knight of a long-lived species in charge, hoping to achieve long-term stability in that region. In addition to increased patrols outside the town limits to quell banditry, the guard implemented several measures to reduce smuggling under her charge, effective though unpopular among the merchants due to being strict. Thieves and bandits were not the only people wishing harm upon her land who were aware of the town’s significance, with several battles that Myrrhis and her contingent were called to take part in fought at or near the town over the years.

When young Emperor Armagie took the throne, a handful of knights were sent out to the Threndel Empire as a political gesture to show support of the new Emperor. Myrrhis requested to be allowed to go, wishing to once more see the land that enchanted her as a Squire and aid their ailing ally, even if the City of Light had fallen years before then. For young Duke Adoren, sending her was a simple way to get out of going himself, his opinion of Threndel having soured over the years. For Myrrhis, it was likewise a golden opportunity to garner renown to her name, or perhaps even gain some land in the Empire for her service if the stars aligned exceptionally right.

Myrrhis was sent to Yilaren, where she would work with the local garrison’s officers to train new soldiers for over two years. A surprise outcome of this arrangement was a squire, having taken a son of a prominent merchant under her wing in exchange for more funding for the garrison. She’s been summoned to Threll to give a report regarding a band of bandits, deserters from the city’s contingent preying on the traders leaving for the Empire’s other cities with crops or returning with money and other goods.

@Starlance

Oh no, I like it, the heartland is this plus a bit more of the territory that surrounds it, so she could be from a place outside of the empires borders but still loyal to it. I like it, approved, only thing that might need some changes would be dispelling... but not really, just might have to add on that wards/runes are hard or impossible to dispell.

Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

City of Light fell around 9ish years ago along with the eastern province, and dwarves are usually able to live around 800-1500; elves are biologically immortal. @Starlance

Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

Emperor Armagie Then

Character Sheets

Name : Emperor Armagie Then
Race : Human
Gender : Male
Appearance : 34
A middle-aged man with light brown hair, and pale skin. Often wearing make up that allows for his skin to be lighter in color, somewhat white, and with usually wigs of white, gray, or salt. Often seen with long coats, with a plethora of medals and in different colors. Often the colors of military officers, and generals. He wears his houses sigil over his left breast often. But, he is almost entirely standard, and proper, the only mark of fault would be a limp caused by something at a prior date.
Height/Weight : 5'6 / 160 lbs
From Threll - Yes
He is the current reigning Emperor of Threll and has been for the past two years, and three months after his fathers adjucation from the throne following a peace treaty in which over eighty percent of the empire was split between different states, and a failure to protect his eastern peoples from Genocide. Since then, he has tried to rebuild the military, and the social standing of his house.

Training/Skills
Educated: He has been trained in the manners of a gentleman and as a follow-up the second son of the previous Emperor. He is well educated in literature, and social abilities. It has helped him some in his faults growing up, but not entirely.

Nimble: As someone who has frequented balls, and dances, he is nimble his abilities. He has been rather lightfooted when dancing, in sports such as fencing, and while on horseback.

Marksman: With a crossbow, or these newer firearms, he has turned out to be an excellent shot with most mechanical weapons and firearms.

Downsides
Second son: While most of his life, he was meant to be a runner up for his deceased older brother. While he was educated, he often found himself having trouble speaking, and he had a stutter that was literally beaten out of him by his father. It still shows if he is stressed. But it also means he is not as respected as his older brother once was.

Poor Commander: In battle, his indecision and lack of formed social skills has created someone who might do well in a court setting, where things can wait a minute before being decided. But on a battlefield, he is often overwhelmed, and ignorant of things happening around him.

Cursed line of Emperors: His comes from a line of Emperors that have slowly had worse and worse health. He is the latest, suffering of insomnia, and paranoia. He tries to hide many of his faults, but the physical illnesses such as minor flus, and colds often affect his line mentally due to their good medicine that is able to keep them alive. But the medication also affects their mental capacity.

Magic
Yes
Magical base
Sorcerer - Low Grade
Magic studies/Abilities
Minor forms of telepathy, mostly he uses it to play instruments at the same time, or paint elaborate images from his head.

Items of importance/heirlooms
Armor of House Then : A mastercrafted armor set that is worn in battle against the greatest enemies of the empire, extremely ornate, but missing a lot of it's older pieces, mostly jewels, and engravings that have been chipped or that have fallen off over time.

Wreath of the Emperor : A crown of silver in the form of a wreath around the top of his head, often worn in court or in public.

Affluence/Wealth : Poorer than a Duke - while he may be the Emperor, his coffers had been drained before he received the throne and likely from before his father or grandfather took the throne.

History : Born the second son of the old Emperor of Threndel, he was appropriately educated as a son of the empire, with only some 'defects' as his father put it. He had a strong lisp and stutter that inhibited his speaking abilities for most of his life, and still today in some cases. But through his young life, he was often mistreated as he was the second, he grew a thick skin, but also bad habits, and traits that leaders should not have. He was somewhat cowardly and enjoyed sparring and fencing for sport, but the sight of blood did cause him to become uneasy. He also became indecisive and unable to choose for himself most of the time. His treatment was lessened by his tutors and by others who visited, but after two wars, both of which were losses, he started to be blamed even though he was far too young even to affect the outcome of a meeting, even though he was never a part of them.

In his teenage years, he was socially awkward because of his youth, and more wars that were lost; he had to move homes several times until he ended up in the New Capitol of Threll. While he was born in this city, he had moved many times as enemy armies and rebels came close to where he lived. Friends, he has lost many as their lands became new kingdoms, states, or vassals of his enemies. These years also showed him to sports, art, music, and horses. While his father's armies were being phased out, he took to the new as he created many of the army and navy uniforms. His father looked down upon this because he took an interest in making uniforms. His father made him wear the uniforms.

At fifteen, he became an ensign in his father's army, primarily in his cavalry corps. While in the cavalry, he enjoyed riding horses, but he often found himself being left behind or being a runner. Combat is something he couldn't stomach often, and at the time that did not matter because he was the second son. He was the one who couldn't stomach blood; he didn't have to take the throne.

For a long time, almost fifteen years, it stayed like this until the most recent war. While his eldest brother fought with the rest of the corps, he was away running orders to his father. A man destroyed the corps, his brother included. An ancient mage had found where the brother and his men were sleeping; within moments, they were ashes. He had never seen magic at that scale, but he knew his brother was dead, and that he was to be the Emperor.

With the loss of his brother, and with the war over several years later. Riots had begun to break out, and his life was in shambles, often in court, hidden away to do his bookkeeping. He tended to keep to himself, as many believed him to be the death of his elder brother, the one who should have been the next Emperor. While in the shadow of his brother, the people forced abdication on his father, which was agreed upon, a council was formed with a proxy at its head. Emperor Theltavious VII, or Argamei of House, then became the two hundred and third Emperor of Threndel.

Being a puppet for approximately twenty-five minutes before the roof of the Imperial Palace in Threll, which was heavily damaged in the war, collapsed, killing most of the 'democratically' elected officials of the public, with his survival and the survival of several loyalists within the court. He once again became the absolute monarch. Having a shortcoming in those in court, he has begun searching for those in his nation to rise to the task of rebuilding it.

Kingdom of Threndel : Beginning of the End

Character Sheets

Image of some form preferable, drawn/ai/painted, try to keep realistic or somewhat lifelike in art styles.

Name
Race
Gender
Age
Appearance
Height/Weight

From Threll (Y/N)
If yes, what was the character's role?

If not, what was their role before coming to the city?

Training/Skills
(Try to have at least three)

Downsides
(try to have at least one or two)

Magic
(Y/N)
Magical base
(Sorcerer/Magi/Faith)
Magic studies/Abilities

Items of importance/heirlooms
Affluence/Wealth (How well do you think they would be well off)

History
Anything else of note

Beginning of the End

@Starlanceroleplayerguild.com/topics/191969-kin… got an ooc up already