Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Dinh AaronMk
Raw
OP
Avatar of Dinh AaronMk

Dinh AaronMk my beloved (french coded)

Member Seen 6 mos ago

I'm working on some things for the next phase of getting the RP off the ground. But since I got a birthday dinner later today and I work all night I don't suspect I'll actually roll anything out until Saturday.
1x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Ekreture
Raw
Avatar of Ekreture

Ekreture

Member Seen 2 mos ago

Already talked to you just confirming on here
2x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Dinh AaronMk
Raw
OP
Avatar of Dinh AaronMk

Dinh AaronMk my beloved (french coded)

Member Seen 6 mos ago

OK lads, I think we're good to go. For your consideration before I put up the full RP Sunday:




Name:

Flag:

Location:

History:




Name:
Jonaçoat

Flag:


Location:


History:
Jonaçoat was a land of remarkable vistas and a stunning landscape, of rich soil and abundant timber. The earth was ripe with metallic fruits. Old adventurers before the deluge returned to their old imperial masters speaking in awe about a land made by and for the gods. In the days when man was still pious, such a landscape was regarded as the hunting grounds of the great world spirits and they were avoided except only for sacred pilgramages through its verdant valleys at the foot of towering pillars of stone thrust upward in ancient times. Men who returned remarked continuously on the majesty of the marble buttes that shot up to hold aloft the sky, and how the rivers were so rich with raw gold one need only to reach out and touch the pebbles at the bottom of the river beds and they could take out a fistful of raw gold.

As piety transformed into avarice and greed the relationship to this territory changed and simple long distance religious appreciation turned to material colonization as the empires before the deluge reached out with their hands to grasp at wide swathes of this holy land fertile in all ways and they began to swing their axes into the trees, bury their mines into its soil, and turn over the law with their hoes and plows. Before long the landscape was no longer that of quiet rectitude in search of a spiritual guidance but became the focal point in shifting political design as blood was spilled over it. Cities were raized and fortresses erected. The marble and white granite butes became a forest of flags as armies contested it in frequent warfare and merchants clattered over its roads seeking and bringing out its wealth in raw materials and the finest wines.

The defilement of the Jeweled Lands ma have been one of the reasons the gods sought to eradicate mankind and brought their sadness and their grief upon them, filling the valleys with water until the surf raked against the majestic buttes, swamping farms and filling mines. The farmers and soldiers of the valleys began their climb up into the highlands as their pillars to heaven became rocks at sea and the raging storms began tearing down many. And in a country bristling with fortresses at every high pass all came to them and they filled to capacity. Guard captains become defacto kings as their liege lords disappeared beyond the long gray distance of rain and storm.

The storms subsided and the seas again lowered. But not to their old level. As the descendants of the battered and wounded people who had fled returned to their ancestral homes they found their old land a swamp and they believed that there would be none of which was passed down to them in legend. But time, or the gods had other plans; whether in forgiveness or as a second trial. Life did return to the valleys and a depressed people found themselves with new farms, and new forests.

The first man to proclaim himself came to settle in the ruins of the fort he called the Castle Jamais. He, Priodoc I would found a dynasty that'd last a century and be filled with its own champions and men of legends. While little more than barbarians, the activities of Pirodoc and his sons would become the basis of songs. The Song of Pirodoc, where the great cannibals of Castle Samoix were exterminated for taking hostage and devouring the family of a local cow herd, whose sole survivor and youngest daughter Rachel would become Pirodoc's first wife. Their son Charlon would embark on a dangerous voyage by boat to nearby islands and is said to have fought men who had become one with the fish and exterminated their kingdom, saving a village of haggard boat people who made him a saint. Diaclordoc who went to bed with twenty women and fathered a hundred children, who were all bastards but became the first knights of his court.

The line of Priodoc would come to an end with the passing of Pirodoc III who was shot by a crossbow through the eye at a tournament and slipped from life on his sickbed sixteen hours later, his wife giving birth to his son six months later, but by then the family line had passed from rule.

In the intervening generations and centuries civilization reasserted and what was the low barbarity of the Pirodocs became mere romantic memory and the subject of a thousand local fables retold and maintained by bands of troubadours who lauded the Pirodocs for their bravery, or issued their stories as tales of warning for the people. As the lands further recovered from the great deluge and the terrors of the long rains subsided even further into memory, from terrifying story to distant antiquated legends the vintages of the ancient Jonaic returned. Further, the natural wealth of the deep earth returned to the surface as prospectors came to find golden and jeweled nuggets washing up along their tidal beaches and in old stream beds and rocks. The name Jonaçoat came to use as the influence of the old castle, now grand city of Jamais blossomed from an independent polity to the seat of a kingdom.

Today, song and romance bloom in the Jeweled Coast, in Jonaçoat. With the tales of the Great Deluge and of the deeds of the Pirodocs joining one another in mutual canon the nobility sees itself as defenders of pious virtue under the auspicious watch of the White Mother. This distinction does not come without its pitfalls, for as easily impressed with the cautionary tale brought by the Deluge there then is too the inspiration of romantic endearment by those of the Pirodocs.
1x Like Like
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by DELETED32084
Raw

DELETED32084

Banned Seen 1 yr ago



The Khurasanid Highlands




History:
The Khurasanid Highlands were, for thousands of years, ruled by a collection of smaller Kingdoms and Empires who saw it as a region to exploit for its fantastic creatures, wide spread vistas, and huge open savannahs that stretched beyond the sight of any mortal. Mineral wealth here washed down from the Highlands, bringing great wealth to regions like Jonaçoat, while seeing little human interaction. That is until the rains came.

When the Great Deluge began there was a single city, Mosi-oa-Tunya, translated into the common tongue as "The Smoke that Thunders", that sat at the edge of the Highlands, surrounded on all sides by the mighty rivers that swelled to even greater strengths with the rain. As the kingdoms of men in the lowlands began to drown they forced their way into the highlands only to find a great delta forming that thwarted their attempts to master it.

King and Emperors demanded that Mosi-oa-Tunya throw open its gates but the folk within refused and, led by their Queen Kibibi, they fought a spirited defense until the rivers at last grew to much for their enemies who withdrew in disorder. It is said that the people of Mosi-oa-Tunya began to pray that day as they had not done in many hundreds of years, pray to the gods for mercy. Perhaps one took pity on the piety of the people, or perhaps nature itself found a way, but the raging waters never pierced the city walls.

When the rains faded and the sun came out once more Mosi-oa-Tunya still stood and the populace erected a great temple to honour the gods on the cities southern edge and yearly they offer human sacrifice to the gods for their favour. Even as the city was saved, the Highlands themselves began to drain into the ocean and the delta that had saved Mosi-oa-Tunya now saved it once again as its people moved out to claim the great expanse.

As another day dawns, the people of Mosi-oa-Tunya have grown to be known as the People of Khurasanid, ruled still by the bloodline of Kibibi that saved them so long ago. The Highlands, no longer isolated from the lowlands by towering cliffs still maintain a rugged coastline with few safe harbours. It is a fortress unto itself with a yearly Moonsoon that sweeps the interior of the Highlands, bringing life to rivers and lakes gone dry through the summer months. It is a constant reminder of how close they, as people, came to extinction.
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Aleranicus
Raw
Avatar of Aleranicus

Aleranicus Sovereign's Finest

Member Seen 3 yrs ago

Still interested, hoping to make a city-state in the far south-east cluster of islands! Will try to find a flag and get an application written later.
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Dinh AaronMk
Raw
OP
Avatar of Dinh AaronMk

Dinh AaronMk my beloved (french coded)

Member Seen 6 mos ago

@Aleranicus

Do what you need to do.

I plan to put up the actual IC today. I had intended to yesterday but that never happened. Not because something happened to stop me, I just got distracted.
Hidden 6 yrs ago Post by Dinh AaronMk
Raw
OP
Avatar of Dinh AaronMk

Dinh AaronMk my beloved (french coded)

Member Seen 6 mos ago

Alright everyone, I did it: roleplayerguild.com/topics/174527-our…
↑ Top
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet