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Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Estermere guardhouse

“They were wearing WHAT?!”
Captain Ironmaw of the Estermerean guard was not happy. Ever since a wood elf barged into his ‘naptime’ telling of a random camp which had established itself WITHOUT HIM KNOWING, he was not very happy indeed.
“Yes, Captain. Red.”
“RED?!” The captain stood up, upturning his chair in the process, and began pacing around the room. “You do know what RED means in Daiar, don’t you?”
“Uh, no, Captain.”
“They are NISCENI!” The captain stopped in front of his desk and brought a mighty claw down onto the table, jolting the ranger back. “The NISCENI are a bunch of corrupt, cunning, power-hungry, imperialistic SHITS!”
“Captain, calm down-”
“What do you mean, CALM DOWN, soldier?!” The captain was in a blind rage, and none knew better in Estermere than to disturb Captain Ironmaw’s rantings in one of his blind rages. “They sneaked into Rostguard, our beautiful country, UNDETECTED! No sense of alertness, the border guard boys!”
“Captain, I suggest you send some men over there right n-”

“And you bet I WILL!” The captain grumbled, turned to a nearby dragonborn aide, and screamed something in Draconic that neither aide nor wood elf would have wanted to fully comprehend. “HALF of this goddamn garrison!” Ironmaw lowered his voice to a threatening, cold tone - worse, way worse than his usual hollering. “And you know what, treehugger? Those Nisceni are in for a bad time.”

Gothic Lands - Gaia [Dark-Medieval Fantasy]

Broooooo.... come on, I thought that was your Relics character! Originality, dude.

To Topple an Empire

Reserving a spot!

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

I don't know if I'll have the time to write the post when the wood elf reports to Ironmaw, so Wyvern, you okay with doing that? Wood elves travel fast, you know, so he would reach Estermere in just over half the time it takes on horseback on a path. Anyway, you've been following the Mimsy/Remmy thing better than I am.

Letters From Home OOC

I was intentionally planning the cultures of the continents in comparison to the real-world to be so:

Lithsagna: American-European (Democracy)
Racksdin: African (Monarchy/dictatorship)
Planned continent, Damaran: Middle-Eastern (Monarchy/dictatorship/maybe democracy?)

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Somewhere in Forest Mither, an hour’s ride from Estermere

“Ach, we’re not so lucky today.”
Two dark-skinned wood elves with bows slung over their backs and distinctive green cloaks bounded over pine trees and mires. They seemed to be searching for something: game, namely. But any local elf would instantly recognize the cloaks: the pair were Knights of the Leaf, a secondary defense force to Estermere besides the official guard and the safekeepers of Forest MIther. They spoke in hastened Wood-Elven, an even more secretive version of the elven they used to communicate with their ‘high’ brothers. Pff. Pompous idiots.
“Shh.”
“Hey, wait. What’s that?”
The pair had suddenly stopped, both on opposing branches of two pine trees. Directly in front of them was a simple campsite, but with a military touch: the campers were clad in iron armor, some with red tunics, and wielded mostly longswords and halberds. They seemed to be eagerly awaiting something.

“Remington should be here now.” One guard was getting restless, and he began fiddling with his halberd.

“Oi! Be careful where you point that thing.” His comrade narrowly dodged the restless halberd from his friend. “Anyway, Remington IS a senior member of their guard. Might be doin’ some paperwork or something.”
“Eh, you may be right.”
“Aren’t I? Now QUIET.”
One of the wood-elves was unfazed. “Eh, they seem to be Estermerean guards themselves.”
“Are you off your head? Estermere-men wear BLUE. Red is someone... else. Maybe a foreign power. Anyway, they were speaking of Remington.” The elf’s eyes narrowed under his hood. “Remington is a traitor.”
“What? He can’t be. As you said, he’s a senior membe-”
“Go. Go back and report to Ironmaw. I will keep watch.”
His comrade reluctantly agreed and bounded off into the trees.

To Topple an Empire - Fantasy RP

FINALLY.

A FANTASY RP THAT HAS DWARVES.

AND GUNS.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Wyyyvern, PM.

(Note: if you fail to understand me this time I will write it in the OOC.)

Letters From Home OOC

Does Morse code radio exist here? Or, if Samuel Morse never existed, what would we call the dot things?

High Fantasy Elven Roleplay

Could you add dwarves in there somewhere? Pretty please? They could be a remote underground race or something.