[quote=@Festive][hider=Blood Upon The Crown {1910s-esque Historical-Fantasy}]
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[sub][sub][h2][COLOR=black][b]  A N D  A S  T H E  S U L F E R[/b][/COLOR]
[COLOR=9e7f10][b]A N D  A S  T H E  S U L F E R[/b][/COLOR][/h2][/sub][/sub][sub][sub][h3][COLOR=black][b]   H U N G  I N  T H E  A I R[/b][/COLOR]
[COLOR=9e7f10][b]H U N G  I N  T H E  A I R[/b][/COLOR][/h3][/sub][/sub]
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[sub][sub][h1][COLOR=black][b]  𝙱 𝙻 𝙾 𝙾 𝙳  𝚄 𝙿 𝙾 𝙽[/b][/COLOR]
[COLOR=ab6c00][b]𝙱 𝙻 𝙾 𝙾 𝙳  𝚄 𝙿 𝙾 𝙽[/b][/COLOR][/h1][/sub][/sub][sub][sub][h1][COLOR=black][b]  𝔗 ℌ 𝔈  ℭ ℜ 𝔒 𝔚 𝔑[/b][/COLOR]
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[COLOR=9e7f10][b]T H E Y  H E A R L D E D  I T  A S  T H E[/b][/COLOR][/h3][/sub][/sub][sub][sub][h2][COLOR=black][b]  " W A R  T O  E N D  W A R S"[/b][/COLOR]
[COLOR=9e7f10][b]" W A R  T O  E N D  W A R S"[/b][/COLOR][/h2][/sub][/sub]

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Aalegra was an old land, wherein mountains weathered and eroded to that of the stature of hills stood, where the ground was wrought by agriculturalists of days past, fed and watched as men rose into kings, and kings rose into emperors, and as empires fell into republics. Such was a land that had seen the shattering of bone and the ripping sinew, whereupon flint-tipped spears had evolved into swords which fell with the import of a strange power that brought only more blood upon Aalegra's shores. It was but a land of many firsts, yet many lasts. For within Aalegra’s lands, peace was only but a rarity as man raged on. 

For centuries, it burned. Like a constant draft upon a flame, it flared and sparked. Brother had slain brother, father had fought son; those who stood as the same people were pitted against each other in a battle of greed for even but the smallest piece of fertile land.

Yet, in the now, the flame has laid dormant as yet another pile of coals. With the turn of the century, peace found its place, and with the turn of the year, it will mark a decade of prosperity. Though like many flames, even the smallest of sparks can turn into an inferno. As machines capable of killing from above are released into the skies, and vehicles with the strength of boulders are retrieved fresh off the assembly line, deaths smoking signal has never been so clear. 

[center]Once again, blood has stained the crown.[/center]

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[center]“Dear Recipient: You have been cordially invited by the imperial family of Caezenov to the 5th semi-annual turn of the year ball.”[/center]
Peace upon Aalegra is a brittle one, held together by a loosely woven web of loophole-riddled treaties and alliances hidden behind closed doors. The ball hosted by the Caezenov Empire every other year stands as a testament to this peace upon the land, one where the rulers scattered across Aalegra can come together in celebration of this period of growth. This year, in particular, is a special one: it is the first turn of the decade, 10 years since the start of this new century. Given such a monument year has arrived, almost all families of prominence have been afforded an invitation to the celebrations, including those in lands the Caezenave had once shattered.

As Kings, Dukes, Prime Ministers, consuls, and more arrive, other forces lurk in the back. Rumors which has been disregarded as hearsay of reactionaries on the prowl spread in the back alleys of the city as more and more aristocracy flood within.

[center]For on such a grand night of peace, who would dare to spark the fire?[/center]
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Ah, historical fantasy, don't you just love it? The setting of this story will be around a European-esque continent on the brink of its own First World War. Caezenov Empire is a relatively new power upon the lands, yet in their strides to consolidate their aggressive expansion has continued to pile beyond it's limits. Like a burgeoning mass, it presses against the thin layer of film that holds the flimsy peace in place. Doscen hide in wait in Caezenov lands as they sniped and fragmented what used to be their homeland, as their new rulers bend the knee to the emperor. The Conderation still keeps a watchful eye on the Caezenovs despite the rot that is consuming them from the inside. It is a period similar to that of the 1910s, radios and cars are breaking into prominent use, and gone are the days of swords and shields, as now planes rule the air and tanks roam the land. Electrification grows as the world inches closer to modernization. The idea is that at the ball, the family of the emperor is to be slain, which will send him down a war path that his country may not survive. 

It is a setting that I see can be played out in many ways; that of us playing nobility from the Doscen region, who are now are the forefront of the emperor's fury and must band together in a seemingly futile attempt to save their lands from an attack they had not initiated, or the we could play as the rebels fighting against a power that burned their towns and forced out their people, or even as figures within the empire itself, navigating the political landscape that was brought on by the war and the emperor who has fallen into a mad state. There are a myriad of directions to explore, even those outside the empire itself and in the confederation and its allies against the empire. I would love to build out this world with someone and explore the potential nuances of such a setting. Let me know, thank you! [/indent]

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how dare you wait until i'm in five rps to post this