[center][i]“In this sacred grove there grew a certain tree round which at any time of the day, and probably far into the night, a grim figure might be seen to prowl. In his hand he carried a drawn sword, and he kept peering warily about him as if at every instant he expected to be set upon by an enemy. He was a priest and a murderer; and the man for whom he looked was sooner or later to murder him and hold the priesthood in his stead. Such was the rule of the sanctuary.”[/i]
The Golden Bough, Chapter 1, James Fraser[/center]

	Empires rise and Empires fall. Men with ambition march onto the field, and fall to the dust. Time marches onward. Water falls languidly on the gray stone, droplets mingling with flecks in the granite. The great high mountains scratch the Earth. Their breasts dressed in a green cloth. The deep woods creak and groan. All around, time marches on. People come to be forgotten, languages drop away. Fact becomes legend and monsters stir in the dark maw of the cavern.

	But from the ruins rise again, unstoppable life. Man, dwarf, and other creature; all social animal, all political. Gather now, raise up a standard, and plant it in the Earth. Turn the soil and bury the dead. Plant the corn and fell the tree. Create great thunder from the clouds for the Gods have given you much, but demand much from you to do it. Let coin change hand and the knight raise the sword.

	From pauper to king, the cycle of the world will move ahead. But is this new? No, hardly not. For who can speak for the old tribes? The ancient kings? None speak but ruins for them. How many more will be left to bare witness to our fables?

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	So I adopted this RolePlay from Kipsateking since he had to cut out for real-life reasons. So what is this RP? Well it's a fantasy Nation RP, set in an alliterative time comparable to the middle ages, 12th to mid-late 15th century. Or earlier even if you're insane like that. Intermixed across the region are kingdoms and polities of dwarves, elves, orcs, humans, and any other race or species. There is magic, which flows through the land and the life-force of every person. While all are capable, study and practice is required however to harness the skill; and with cost all the same.


	That said, given there's magic in this world I should present to you the Law of Magic:
[quote]All men have an innate magic. Thy pool of magic is in proportion to thine Will of Life. To use thine magic is to use thine Will. The sapping of the Will, is a sapping of thine's luster of life and a given turn to melancholia and of death.[/quote]
Aspixos of Catha

[h1]Map:[/h1]

[img]https://img00.deviantart.net/4e1c/i/2018/120/b/9/forgotten_land_map_by_aaronmk-dca0p71.png[/img]

One thing you might notice on this map are the dotted lines. That is because I am tracking and noting language groups in this RP. What is a language group? A language group or family is a collection of languages that share a common spoken ancestor. Think French and Spanish to Latin, or English, German, and Swedish to Old German. The purposes of this is to theme like nations within a geographical region and the marked areas indicate current regions of shared spoken heritage; these are either the remains of ancient Empire or the range of ancient tribes.

I am at present concerned with characterizing the languages of current nations, if anyone would like to figure that out so I can draw more lines. This does not necessarily make anything a Lingua Franca or universal “common tongue”, that is a whole other issue. When it doubt, I would like it if you could talk to anyone within the region or next to where you want to set up to determine anything like shared title names when applying.

[h1]Application:[/h1]

Name:

Leader(s):

History:

Location: