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Of Salt and Powder (A Fantasy-Renaissance NRP)

The Bishopric State

Ruler's Name = Grand Bishop Suheyl Raydir. He is a shrewd, conniving man who does not understand the concept of mercy. His miraculous vision came to him in his late teens, when he dreamed of a bright light in humanoid shape standing before a bowing crowd. He became an candidate for Grand Bishop in his early twenties, and ascended that year by assassinating all those more qualified than he. He believes that the most important thing for a Strandistant is strength, and assembled an army of fanatics to conquer and raid territories belonging to those of the other faiths. He repurposed a grand castle for his capital church.



Capital & Major Settlements =
Church of the Head: The capital of the Bishopric State, formerly Castle Ilkate
Church of the Arm: A large city built on a range of hills with a church atop the largest one. It also houses the Holy Army
Church of the Foot: A seaport nearest to the mainland with a church on the beach. It also houses the Holy Navy.

Population = 1400000

Religion = Strandistant

History = Before Suheyl, the Strandistant Order had no lands to speak of. Certainly, they had a few churches courtesy of faithful kings, but this was the first time that the Church had any real land to govern. Before the church invasion, the large island belonged to the Kingdom of Ilkate, an Abandonitte kingdom. With the church invasion, the royal family was butchered, with each piece sent to a different Abandonitte nation as a warning. Once established, Bishop Raydir called a holy war on the Usurprians.

Cultural traits = The Bishopric State under Suheyl has become something of a military nation. Men, once reaching adulthood, are required by law to serve in the military for a minimum of two years. They also have a responsibility to follow the Grand Bishop's word and to teach their faith to their children and those they've captured. Such things as consummation before marriage are strictly forbidden, but torture is acceptable for members of the other faiths. In most aspects, the culture is somewhat reflective of Suuban ways.

Military = Most of the Holy Army consists of young men conscripted upon adulthood. Officers are required to be part of the clergy or be well versed in theology. The military also imitates the Suuban Empire's, with a heavy emphasis on phalanxing and heavy cavalry. Ranged combat and artillery are almost nonexistent.

Characters = None as yet.

Of Salt and Powder (A Fantasy-Renaissance NRP)

Nation name = The Bishopric State

Flag/sigil = (Image to come)

Ruler's Name = Grand Bishop Suheyl Raydir. He is a shrewd, conniving man who does not understand the concept of mercy. His miraculous vision came to him in his late teens, when he dreamed of a bright light in humanoid shape standing before a bowing crowd. He became an candidate for Grand Bishop in his early twenties, and ascended that year by assassinating all those more qualified than he. He believes that the most important thing for a Strandistant is strength, and assembled an army of fanatics to conquer and raid territories belonging to those of the other faiths. He repurposed a grand castle for his capital church.

Territory = The large island right under the central continent, which Suheyl has renamed the Body of God

Capital & Major Settlements =
Church of the Head: The capital of the Bishopric State, formerly Castle Ilkate
Church of the Arm: A large city built on a range of hills with a church atop the largest one. It also houses the Holy Army
Church of the Foot: A seaport nearest to the mainland with a church on the beach. It also houses the Holy Navy.

Population = 1200000

Religion = Strandistant

History = Before Suheyl, the Strandistant Order had no lands to speak of. Certainly, they had a few churches courtesy of faithful kings, but this was the first time that the Church had any real land to govern. Before the church invasion, the large island belonged to the Kingdom of Muragenn, an Abandonitte kingdom. With the church invasion, the royal family was butchered, with each piece sent to a different Abandonitte nation as a warning. Once established, Bishop Raydir called a holy war on the Usurprians.

Cultural traits = The Bishopric State under Suheyl has become something of a military nation. Men, once reaching adulthood, are required by law to serve in the military for a minimum of two years. They also have a responsibility to follow the Grand Bishop's word and to teach their faith to their children and those they've captured. Such things as consummation before marriage are strictly forbidden, but torture is acceptable for members of the other faiths. In most aspects, the culture is somewhat reflective of Suuban ways.

Military = Most of the Holy Army consists of young men conscripted upon adulthood. Officers are required to be part of the clergy or be well versed in theology. The military also imitates the Suuban Empire's, with a heavy emphasis on phalanxing and heavy cavalry. Ranged combat and artillery are almost nonexistent.

Characters = To be decided.

How's this for a Character sheet?

Of Salt and Powder (A Fantasy-Renaissance NRP)

I love this, and wish to join. I'd also wish to ask about nation limits. Could I potentially play as the Grand Bishop of the Strandistant faith?

Velorio's Downfall-Looking for Players!

The day was incredibly blustery, especially now in the evening. Leslie pulled her coat more tightly on her shoulders. This act did not improve matters nearly enough for her taste. When is this contact going to be here!?

Eventually though, he arrives. Or she, it's hard to tell under the ridiculous mask. He doesn't call out, no, that would be too risky with Parliament dogs crawling about the city. As per the instructions, they would sit on the nearby bench, don't look in each other's directions.

"Well?" he asks. Definitely masculine. Leslie knows exactly what he's asking about.

"Yes, the Enforcer patrols have changed." She then began describing her observations, to the doubled guards in the lesser streets and the strange people on the corners glaring at the passers-by out past sundown. The man nodded, then stood up to leave. In his place was a small satchel containing money. It wasn't much, but it'll help support the child for another year or so. She took the money and left silently. On her way home, however, she was stopped by an Enforcer patrol.

"Excuse me, madam. Have you seen any members associated with the Rebellion?" he asked. "We can never be too careful in such tumultuous times, yes?"

"No I have not," Leslie responded, fighting the urge to smile. "If I see one, I shall report it immediately."

Velorio's Downfall-Looking for Players!

The bar was sparse today. On a normal day, it would be bustling with life, filled every inch by the poor of all sizes looking for either escape or socialization. However, when there's rioting in the streets and an active underground war, most would prefer stay home with the door bolted and windows closed.

Leslie took another sip of the cheap swill in front of her. It wasn't too bad. The paper should be coming in soon. And it did, in the form of a little boy about her nephew's age. "Papers! Papers here!" he shouted, holding up one for all to see. Leslie did a mental review of her savings. Eh, she could afford one today.

The paper said the usual things it would say. Valiant Parliament trying to fight off the evil Rebellion and all that. Leslie frowned, grumbled a curse, and put the newspaper down. She wasn't going to find peace here.

Velorio's Downfall-Looking for Players!

Name: Leslie Font

Age: 38

Gender: Female

Appearance:

My Hider

Backstory: Leslie was born poor, as her parents and their parents were before her. She lived on menial labor, begging, and ate naught but hard bread and stale water. She had an older brother who had a wife and child, but he and his wife were taken by disease. Thus, their son was legally under her protection. She had promised her brother that she would do anything in her power to give his son a life beyond their current state, and she saw the rebellion as the perfect opportunity to raise up their social status.

Weapons: Usually an improvised knife or two, hidden in her coat.

Personality: Leslie is quick to temper and slow to forget. If she doesn't like someone or something, she won't diplomatically dance around it like any member of the upper class. Most of her anger at the moment is directed towards the Parliament and the gentry, who she sees as cruel and uncaring oppressors, and while she isn't actually a part of the Rebels, she believes their cause just.

Other Info: Her nephew was recently born when his parents died, and thinks of Leslie as his mother. She didn't have the guts to tell him the truth.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Rughoi looked up from his work at the source of the voice. Through the light haze of dust, he could see the farmer, who was pointing towards a barrel of water. He then noticed how thoroughly parched his throat was. Lost in fantasy, he must have cut countlesss stalks of grain. Nodding his thanks, he put down his knife and plodded towards the water.

The water was cool, so very cool against his face. Greedily, he lapped up a share of the barrel. He didn't care about the cups placed around it, but neither did most kobolds. It was growing dark now, and most of the traveling farmers had stopped for the day. Looking around, he realized he couldn't find his mother. This was worrying.

Velorio's Downfall-Looking for Players!

Name: Leslie Font

Age: 38

Gender: Female

Appearance:

My Hider

Backstory: Leslie was born poor, as her parents and their parents were before her. She lived on menial labor, begging, and ate naught but hard bread and stale water. She had an older brother who had a wife and child, but he and his wife were taken by disease. Thus, their son was legally under her protection. She had promised her brother that she would do anything in her power to give his son a life beyond their current state, and she saw the rebellion as the perfect opportunity to raise up their social status.

Weapons: Usually an improvised knife or two, hidden in her coat.

Personality: Leslie is quick to temper and slow to forget. If she doesn't like someone or something, she won't diplomatically dance around it like any member of the upper class. Most of her anger at the moment is directed towards the Parliament and the gentry, who she sees as cruel and uncaring oppressors, and while she isn't actually a part of the Rebels, she believes their cause just.

Other Info: Her nephew was recently born when his parents died, and thinks of Leslie as his mother. She didn't have the guts to tell him the truth.

Velorio's Downfall-Looking for Players!

I think my last post got lost in the mix. So hi again, may I join this RP?

Attack of the Cheese Monsters

Welcome aboard, @Duthguy! You're in!