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Otocres, The Kingdom of Osentia


“Any response yet?” Kerwyn Glas asked as he gazed towards the port city his ships were currently near.

“Not yet Cap’n” One of his crew answered. They had used flags to communicate their intent to enter port a few minutes ago and were eager to unload their goods. Kerwyn had been concerned that they wouldn’t be granted access on account of being unknown to these lands or that they would use the wrong signals. That seemed unlikely given the source of his info however. After a moment the crewman stated “There’s their response. We’ve been given permission.”

“Alright then. Put her into port.” On his order the three hulks Kerwyn commanded gilded towards the port. The crews of the three ships were already offloading their cargo before the port officials approached.

“Gentlemen!” Kerwyn said as the Osentian officials approached his ship. “How can I help you?”

“Just a routine inspection.” One of the Osentian officials stated.

“Of course. Feel free to check any of the cargo we’ve unloaded.” Kerwyn responded.

“Where are you from?” Another official asked. “I don’t recognize your flag.”

“We hail from Yattunys. Its… far in the east.” Kerwyn answered. The official raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment further.

“What’s your cargo?”

“Food. Mostly fruits and vegetables, but also some meat.”

“Fruits and vegetables? Where’d you bring them from?”

“Why” Kerwyn answered, “Yattunys of course.”

“You trying to sell us rotten food?!” The official demanded.

“Of course not!” Kerwyn looked and sounded truly offended. “We ship only the freshest food!”

“How could they possibly be fresh if they came all the way from the East?” The officially pressed.

“Ah.” Kerwyn said. “I forgot that Askor was… backwards. We have very skilled mages who have come up with ways of preserving food. Now I’ve got three ships here with holds full of food and another five following shortly behind. It is my clients’ intent to open a permanent trade route with Askor, either in your country or somewhere else. I don’t suppose there would be a market for food, both mundane and exotic, here?”

Somewhere near the Southern Border, Utrye


The ground shuddered as if a Primordial had gripped Askor and was shaking it with all of its might. Colum yelped in fear and curled up into a ball as nearby trees toppled and great tears opened into the ground. It seemed like the Primordial’s fury would never cease. But then it did. Colum remained on the ground for an hour after the shaking had ceased, fearing it would begin again the moment he stood up. Finally he gathered the courage to rise to his feet and survey his surroundings. It almost looked like he was in a different place entirely.

Great rifts in the ground formed miniature canyons and what looked like half of the trees in the forest he had been in had toppled over. The area was utterly silent, all the animals having fled or still in hiding. And strangest of all… all of the smaller plants in the area were dead. It looked almost as if they had been dead for tendays, yet just an hour ago the area had been full of life.

And then Colum heard a ringing sound. He looked around, trying to find the sound. He didn’t immediately see anything that could make the sound, so after a few minutes began wandering around to see if he could trace it back to its source. The sound led him to one of the newly formed rifts in the ground.

He looked down into the rift and saw… something. Was that a shrine? He couldn’t tell. And for some reason simply looking at it gave him a headache and filled him with dread. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones. He… needed to go. Now.

The snapping of a twig behind him had him spinning around and what he saw made him scream.

Levine, The Argentum Knights


“We must prepare for the coming war!”

Lord Champion Niephaus let out a long sigh as he listened to the same debate for what felt like the thousandth time that day. Why did people insist on saying the same things over and over again? Perhaps it was time for him to step in.

“What makes you think a war is coming?” Niephaus asked the man who had spoken earlier. He kept forgetting the man’s name and only remembered him as being a priest from Lynnfaire. Lynnfairen Argenists taking part in the General Chapter were rare, but certainly not unheard of.

“The Prophetess used her last words to warn us about an inevitable invasion from the East!” The Lynnfairen priest answered.

“I’m afraid that is incorrect.” Neiphaus said. “She used her last words not to warn us of an invasion, but to implore us to treat those who are to save the continent like the heroes they will be.” The Lynnfairen opened his mouth to speak, but Neiphaus continued on. “And I quote: Askor shall suffer through two decades of war before the East brings an even greater conflict. I pray that the heroes that rise in that distant future to save the continent are not subjected to the same terrible treatment as I.” He paused for a moment before continuing “She stated that the East would bring a greater conflict, but she said nothing about an invasion.”

“What could she have been talking about if not an invasion?” The Lynnfairen asked.

“Perhaps she meant that a disease would spread from the East. Maybe some sort of cultural change from the East is destined to cause widespread strife in our lands. I do not know. What I do know is she did not definitively state an invasion would occur, thus we can not assume that is what she meant.”

“My lords and ladies” Neiphaus looked at each person present in turn. “We must be prepared for anything. Already we can see how fragile the countries of Askor have become. Look at Lynnfaire and Osetina: one in the middle of a bloody civil war and the other suffering from famines. We must be prepared for similar things to occur around the continent. And we must be prepared.”

“It's a pity the Prophetess was… imprecise about the exact timing of this conflict. For all we know it could be another decade before it begins.” One of the local priests said.

“Indeed.” Neiphaus nodded. “We can only speculate on why the Prophetess did not give us an exact date and tell us exactly what form this conflict would take. But I believe that she is testing the people of Askor and we all know she would never give us a test we were incapable of passing.”

@Willy Vereb After looking at the info you posted here and in Discord I have decided that your argument is with merit and that am willing to chalk up the weapons in your sheet as you 'interpreting the rule as a countermeasure to rapid firing weapons and thus not viewing conventional crossbow designs incorporating pumps or levers as actually breaking the intent of the rule'. This interpretation was, in fact, correct (in that I wanted to prevent rapid firing weapons) and I take the blame for rashly implementing a poorly thought out rule and further writing it in a confusing manner.

I will be rewriting the rule to make it clearer sometime tonight. I am not quite sure what it'll entail exactly, but will probably follow the lines of "Don't have rapid firing weapons." Very likely the rule change will also include a lifting of the ban on pump-actions and lever-actions, but I won't promise that at this time.
@Willy Vereb Honestly I am not terribly surprised that I gave you permission to post in the character tab and then promptly forgot (hence my wording). And now that you mention it I do recall doing so, so my apologies.

Here is my concern. I explicitly banned something and instead of approaching me and trying to inform/convince me that the ban was premature or inappropriate you instead decided to outright ignore my ruling. This is not something I'm cool with.

For now lets do this: you may post (as I gave you permission to post in the character tab), but do not make any mention of lever action or pump action crossbows/bolters. DO NOT TEST ME ON THIS.

I have seen your argument here in the OOC in regards to those types of crossbows and will give it some consideration. If you want you are more than welcome to broach the subject in discord.

To everyone else

I'll be putting up the next GM post (and probably my first Argentum Knights post) sometime today. I am considering making the week of Christmas be something of a vacation, meaning I won't expect you all to post during it, but that's something we can address in the next week.
@Willy Vereb We've got two problems: 1) I don't recall giving you permission to post in the character tab and 2) your military uses pump-action and lever-action crossbows, both of which are explicitly banned. You will need to remove those crossbows, or bolters as you call them, and resubmit your sheet for approval before you can post ICly.
A number of players has brought to my attention a trend regarding crossbows that they find concerning. This trend being the desire to use lever-action, pump-action, or any kind of semi-auto crossbow. After discussing the matter with the concerned players I find myself sharing their concerns, thus I have decided to ban the use of any of the aforementioned crossbows (this includes bolters and any other similar weapons). I am aware that ancient china did use a type of semi-auto crossbow in RL, however these weapons had a number of serious issues (that players tend to be unaware of or simply choose to ignore) and I feel that the threat of 'tech creep' both warrants and necessitates this ban.
IC is now up and the first even has fired. Nothing super heavy weight, just something to get us started. If you have been given permission to post in the character tab and have done so feel free to post whenever. I'll be putting up an Argentum Knights post in the next few days and you can expect the next event to be on next Friday (this one will be a bit more... involved).
Act I: Storm Clouds on the Horizon

It is not the visible danger you need be concerned about, but the unseen one.” - The Prophetess, Year 223 of the Era of Heroes

Askor had suffered through twenty years of strife and conflict. Wars and famine. Diseases and political intrigue. Religious and political strife. And through it all the people of the continent had weathered the storm. They now looked to the future with the expectation of peace, at least for a time. Those expectations were about to be shattered, however, as clouds of an even greater tempest was already gathering on the horizon.

Somewhere in the southern regions of Vlaanburg


“Down with the Archon! Down with the bloodsuckers!” Artur yelled as he and the mob he had gathered marched towards the town. The mob echoed his cry seeming to go into a mad frenzy at the thought of bringing down the ruling class.

At one time Artur had thought that this day would never come, that simple peasants would be unable to have any sort of meaningful uprising. And then the ‘Outsiders’ had appeared before him, bringing him more information and wealth, in the form of mithral dust. Mithril! It had taken Artur months to figure out how to turn mithril into usable wealth without drawing undo attention. But he had, and with his newfound wealth he had managed to acquire arms and armor for a small army. And the ‘Outsiders’ had provided the communications network needed to gather that small army.

The ‘Outsiders’ had claimed to be “concerned citizens of the state”, whatever that meant, but Artur knew better, hence why he thought of them as the Outsiders. He didn’t know where they came from, whether they be from the Argentum Knights, agents of Lynnfaire, or simple criminals, and he didn’t care. All that mattered was that their interests aligned, for now.

“We take the town today!” Artur yelled so he could be heard, “and then we march on the capital!”

Somewhere in the Fractured Riverlands, The Emerald Empire


“What would have possibly done this?” Vertrestin the Astute wondered out loud as she and her companions took in the scene before them. Several humans had led the group of dryads to a large ravine that housed something they ‘had to see’. Vertrestin had been dubious that the humans had found anything of real note, but she and her companions had decided to follow them to the remote area anyways.

“How… how many hydras are here?”

“Three… maybe four?” One of Vertrestin’s companions answered after a moment. “The bodies are too mangled to be certain.” Calling them mangled was something of an understatement. To Vertrestin’s eyes it looks like the forest hydras had been chewed up by an impossibly large creature and spit out again.

“What could do such a thing?” Vertrestin asked. She left the question of why unvoiced.

The ground shuddered and suddenly Vertrestin found herself shaded from the sun. She tilted her head up and found herself in disbelief at what she saw. It took her a moment to recognize that the creature standing over the revine she occupied was a forest hydra, but it was quite different from any hydra she had ever seen. This creature was at least five times the size of even the largest she had seen before. And something was… wrong with it. Massive swathes of scales had either been torn off or rotted off, revealing blackened flesh that oozed a grey goo. The hydra’s eyes mirrored those of a dead animal, but even so Vertrestin felt like it was staring into her soul.

“We have to warn the-” Was the last thing Vertrestin the Astute ever said.

Along the northern coast of Khandarai


One moment Hasnaa al-Turay had been fighting alongside her friends, the next she awoke, bound and gagged, blindfolded, and with a horrid headache. She could feel that she was lying on something wooden, something moving. A cart perhaps? She couldn’t be certain, but the sounds of horses lent credence to the idea. She could still smell the salt of the sea, meaning they, whoever they were had taken her too far. Were her friends still alive? Had they been captured as well? She tried to struggle against the rope that kept her arms and legs bound, to test them, but even the slightest movement made her sick to her stomach.

“Awake are we now?” A gruff voice asked. The accent sounded both familiar and strangely alien at the same time. “You fought well. For a woman.” She could feel the owner the voice lean in towards her. “You’ll soon you hadn’t.” She couldn’t help but shiver at the sensation of his breath on her cheek.

“You bitches have had free reign for far too long. Now its time to see how well you and your friends fare as breeding stock yourselves.” The owner of the voice, and several of his nearby companions apparently found his comment hilarious, as they call had a long laugh.


Alright guys. So a reminder: The IC starts tomorrow and with it the first event of the RP.

Three countries will be hit by this event. I will be looking for volunteers first before randomly picking countries. This event will be pretty hands off for me, meaning I'll hit the three countries with it and they can react how they please, and the three countries hit by this event will be given immunity from the next event. To volunteer you must have your sheet approved by me and moved into the character tab. I will be taking volunteers starting at 8 PM Pacific time today (so ~3 hours from when I posted this) and it will be a first come first served deal. Don't stress it if you are unable to finish your sheet in time for this event as it's quite a lightweight as far as events go.

On another note: disregard Khan's sheet. He was not given permission to post in the character tab and other issues makes his sheet invalid.

On another another note: If I have not approved your sheet, but you feel it is ready to be moved to the character tab either give me an @mention here in the OOC or hit me up on discord. If you contact me on discord make sure that I acknowledge that you are asking me to go over your sheet.
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Are dragons a thing in this world? If so, are they rare and are they powerful enough to have cults dedicated to them?


Dragons are very rare and are among some of the closest living descendants of the Primordials, so they are quite powerful and very intelligent. Their cousins, such as wyverns, are far more common, but also not nearly as powerful or intelligent.
@Darkspleen

If you're still accepting newcomers, I have a question. If there's something that we need to know about the lore that hasn't been mentioned, do we ask you about it or can we make up the missing lore ourselves so long as it's nothing unreasonable?


If in doubt ask. And we are still accepting newcomers.
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