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Yeah. There are people out who will just deck characters out in super gear and then if you object either say that as its all on the backstory it should be accepted and just argue off that or claim you are strangling their creative freedom :/ I have seen people apply to TES rp's with their Nerevarine or Dragonborn taken straight from the games before >.< The worst example I've seen of a character being way too scaled up relative to the power of the other players from a fallout rp was an Ex BOS NCR Officer (Makes a lot of sense, right? Lol) who had an AM rifle and power armour. He also had command of a team of veterans. The other players were almost all wanderers with small arms and one NCR corporal, I've know idea why he thought he'd be accepted but he got really angry when he wasn't :/

Way too many to count;

One of the worst was on another site during an elder scrolls rp; 50 kg vampire woman (who didn't burn in sunlight) and who was the most attractive woman in the world, who killed an entire team of trained imperial soldiers with a massive summoned daedric greatsword and didn't even get a scratch Guess who the GM was...

Other examples include an NRP where a players made a god intervene to deus ex machina their way out of a war.

I have some GMODrp examples too. In a fallout roleplay someone powergamed my character and beat him into a pulp (Their character was 16 and had stumbled into our base wounded from bandits, my character was signed on with the NCR and had been saving his life at the expense of our own medical supplies; Their only motivation was to 'rob my gun', :| ) and when I was playing hl2rp as a DvL (for those who don't know, a DvL is a high ranked commander in Civil Protection and is augmented to shit, ie; they are supposed to have fights tilted very much in their favour) in which a malnourished citizen dodged all of my attacks and all the attacks of two other units in cqc, power gamed knocking my stunstick out if my hand, taking my 9mm off me and shooting me in the face all in one action. Unsurprisingly, an admin was called in and took our side rofl. Also in hl2rp, the city got attacked by antlions (being roleplayed by trusted players who we had model swapped) and one of the citizens ran out to the antlion guard and did /me jumps onto the aliens head and kills it *facepalm*


The Royal Palace of Aldham

The turn of the Century was marked by little in particular in Corustaria, the state hadn't the money for any lavish affairs and for many the day simply passed like any other new years day. Deep inside, the Empress hoped that a few years from now the Corustarian Unification anniversary would be marked by much greater celebration. Tragically, even the nobles now had less interest in celebration. The state of the economy plagued the minds of everyone with any sort of power or national pride. Just a century ago Corustaria had been atop the world charges for it's economy, it's factories filling the skies with smoke and goods flowing from the harbours. Now it had been supplanted and needed to find a new way to lead the world.
This opportunity had presented it's self with the dreadnaughts. Corustaria had gone from being "one of the foremost naval powers" to the "indisputable ruler of the waves". But the Empress was no fool, ruling the waves provided little in the way of comfort when they could so obviously be supplanted once more as their economy lagged ever behind. Perhaps it was inevitable that a small collection of small islands with the least number of people of any great power would be economically supplanted. In figures, per capita Corustaria was in a better position than most. Corustaria's per capita for instance was 150% that of Lancia, 120% that of Vanjana and even 119% that of Aurora. This made the smaller people happy indeed and no doubt this contributed to overall stability. The little people felt they were wealthier than those of most other nations. This was all well and good as far as the Empress was concerned, but a good (if slightly misleading) per capita wasn't going to buy her additional ships or arms. It wasn't going to fund massive foreign ventures. It would simply be a bragging right and while she appreciated the chance to blow her Empires horn, the use of prestige had it's limits.

And detracting from this prestige was the international joke that was the Corustarian Army.

Thankfully, a chance had come to rectify that little problem. At long last, her daughter had submitted to the prospect of a marriage. And a marriage with the Lancian heir, no less. It was of course, important that she make sure Lillian know exactly where her final loyalties must lie.

The door behind her cracked open and the rectangle of light was cut off by the silhouette of a woman. The Empress waved her hands for her daughter to approach and the figure paused, flicking on the lights and illuminating the room.
"By candle light again, mother? It's so quaint of you." She said as she brushed a strand of black hair out of the way of her eye and crossed the room with her usual dull expression on her face. It was clear from the way she moved that, despite her best attempts to hide it, she was tired and had recently been roused by the guards who had brought the order from her mother. Her eyes were green which had always confused Emmeline. Inheritance had been documented for many, many decades now and yet Heinrich had blue eyes and she brown. She did not understand why Lillian should have green eyes. Her great aunt had Green eyes, but other than her Emmeline could not name a single family member within living memory on the Wight side that had Lillians green eyes. Both of them shared the same black hair though, while Heinrich had taken his fathers blonde hair and blue eyes. Yes, there was definitely more of her in Lillian than there was of her late husband, all the way down to her thin, petite nose. You couldn't inherit a voice, though it certainly had more in common with Heinrichs. If Lillian yelled, not a single person in the room wouldn't jump in shock. At age eight she had once set a poor maid to tears... and had spent endless hours begging for forgiveness after. It certainly held a commanding tone around it, though it could be soft if she desired it to be. Lillian had a lot to learn, but she was already far superior to her brother in getting people to do what she wanted; when one wasn't bragging all day long about how good they were at firing their revolver they might actually pick up on reality.
"I suppose you already know why I called you here. You and Erichs little escapade isn't about 'love' Lillian, whether you or Erich wish it was. Marriage is for politics, Sex is for children- and love holds no place in this game we're playing. Do you understand why I am allowing this to continue?
"Of course- With the support of the second largest army in the world, there is the chance of a full scale Corustarian restoration; With Corustarian Naval might and Lancian Military prowess, the lands are a blooming orchard and we can pick and choose whichever juicy fruits we so desire." Lillian said as she ran her fingers along the map on the wall
"And you understand the predicament we're in, however?"
"Yes, Heinrich is young and admittedly good at poking men with a stick, but he is not considered fit to rule the Empire."
"Precisely." The Empress gave a wry smile and slowly set herself down in her chair, tilting her head slightly as she pressed the question "So, what is the solution?"
"Simply let me inherit the title anyway." The Princess replied as she sat down in the chair opposite the desk, placing her hands against it and leaning forwards as she reached out to shift through the papers. Emmeline pushed various diplomatics documents towards her and the young Princess raised them and read through them all in turn
"Lancian law says that you must drop all claims to foreign titles."
"Really? Is that what father did, when he ruled both Hantan and Corustaria? It's hardly unprecedented, we're all aware those rules are increasingly outdated. I want to be the Kaiserin AND the Empress, and no archaic laws are going to stop me from expanding my empires. Both my empires." Lillian shot her mother a glance across the table, which she returned. There was a silence as the two locked eyes, before the Empress broke the silence again
"You're already talking as if Gabriel is dead and your Erich is rising to the throne, remember you've got a good two decades at least before Gabriel kicks it. And then when you kick it, who will you pass the title to? Heinrichs children, if he has any?"
"If? We're both aware you'll make sure he does, even if you have to force him to fuck his bride at gunpoint."
"Heinrich is a little lust filled beast, it's not him having children I'm worried about, it's him having legitimate children. Remember when I caught him with that servant girl, Laura? I don't think he's ever quite forgiven me for that..."
"I'm not surprised, you sent her to work for Lord Brimsby in the Colonies."
"4500 miles does wonders for destroying a relationship."
"Who will you marry him to?"
"Honestly, whatever dregs we can dig up. Monarchies are a dying breed... I wish I had more daughters, so many men floating around and no suitable women."
"We could just legalise homosexuality" Lillian smirked "We'd see how the boys enjoy it when they're the ones getting married to some fat slob a decade older than them."
"Being a woman is the best when you're a monarch. Half the world wants your hand and the other half thinks you're just a feeble little woman who is too feminine to be a threat. Your problem, Lillian, is that you never properly embraced your femininity. Use it, wear it as a shroud. Stop trying to prove you're as strong as the men and let them think they're in control... power doesn't rest where men think it rests, it rests where we decide. Manipulate him, Lillian. Spin him around your little finger."
"I don't think I could even if I wanted to, he's not fool, mother."
"No, he isn't. He's a brave, strong and nice boy, I must admit I am a little jealous. I feel too young to be a widow, even if I am 38. Your father was a lot like this Erich. Make sure yours doesn't run off and get himself shot too. Someone needs to remind the Lancians that the days of monarchs leading battles are over." There was another quiet pause, before Lillian spoke again
"What if he never asks me?" She said, almost dejectedly as she reached out and took the bottle of wine in her hand, pouring herself a glass. "What if the Kaiser won't let him?" The Empress simply burst out laughing, much to Lillians chagrin
"Oh, he'll ask you eventually. I think he's probably finding it takes more balls to ask a woman's hand than it takes to fight in a war. As for the Kaiser, don't worry about him. His ships could hardly leave the harbour without sinking. He's not about to let this opportunity fall through the net... which is why we have to milk it for all it's worth when it does happen. This is a massive political movement, Lily." Lillian cringed as she did whenever her mother called her Lily "When it all commences I'm going to see if we can't arrange a nice shipment of bolt action rifles and some officer training from Lancia as a wedding gift of sorts; When the wedding comes no doubts all sorts will be in attendance, enough to give us some more economic connections and possible allow me and Welkynd to push..."
"By the gods, he hasn't even proposed and you're already planning to turn an eventual wedding into a business meeting! Is there no occasion sacred to you mother? Even at fathers funeral you were playing this game!" Lillian exclaimed, then suddenly wished she hadn't when she watched the change come over her mothers face
"My personal life can't effect my politics, daughter, and nor can yours. Every move must be calculated, every speech made to act as a delayed attack, each phrase the point of a blade. A marriage, when it does come, will no doubt be a very happy moment for you, but that doesn't change the fact that you are a Princess of Corustaria. You will always be a Corustarian Royal and that entails a duty that you must never forget. If you do forget it then a day shall come when you think yourself safe and happy, but your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll never forget it again. Are we clear?"
"Crystal, mother." There was an awkward pause in the conversation as Lillian turned her attention back to the documents in her hands and then pulled one out, looking over it before quickly changing the topic "Mother, what is this?" She asked as she handed it over to her mother
"This is the letter I've been composing to Numburg. We have to open up our economy to potential foreign investment and Numburg are venture capitalists if I've ever met them. They have a strong industry, if I can negotiate some trade rights with them and get them to invest in Corustaria..."
"You are sure that is wise? Why not allow our allies in Lancia to invest instead, it will-"
"Lillian, your opinion of the Lancian people is far to high. I have invited them to invest in Corustaria, however they have the same problems as us... in fact, they've opened themselves up to investment. They have restricted us to 5% by virtue of us possessing Oldenburg, which is a shame but that shall suffice for now. Even with the 5% restriction I think we can be earning a fair billion or two from them by the end of the fourth quarter next year if we invest correctly. None the less, I have proposals for increased trade with them so we can make more money from the tariffs. I don't even know the climate over there after the attempt however if the Kaiser is being savvy he will exploit the attack on his palace for his own ends."
"Are you finally going to move away from our economy being entirely state controlled? We haven't had any companies operating here since the Empire Trading Company over half a century ago now..."
"Yes, I am. I've set out the provisions and the acts are passing through parliament tomorrow morning. The Crown will maintain control over a lot of industry, of course."
"And what of the Crown Estates?"
"All will remain as our private property, as they always have been." Lillian placed the final documents back down on the table as her mother finished speaking, and glanced up to her
"Is that all, mother?" Lillian asked as she rose from the chair, reaching out and taking the glass before finally downing the last of the wine
"That is all... just remember your loyalty lies with Corustaria first and..."
"The family second, Lancia third and Erich fourth. I swear, I shall be chanting this as they bury my coffin before you are satisfied." She spun on her heel and cross the room, placing her glass to the side table as she exited the room. One of the Lifeguards moved in front of the door and closed it, blocking the Empress out from the hall way again. She relit the candle and crossed the room, flicking off the light switch before spinning and heading back to her chair, collapsing into it





























Gowia, can I get an estimate on the costs of ships and soldier? I am planning some investments into industry and then into the military, but I don't trust bastones somewhat pie in the sky calculations that 130 thousand soldiers, 4 destroyers, 3 light crusiers and 2 heavy crusiers are about 7.5 billion enough to use them for my own economic calculations.
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