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LowLands Border
In the early hours of the morning a hobbled figure shuffled into the LowLands. A body ragged and beat, fell to the ground. After a few moments it moaned softly, like that of a wounded animal.
The watchers stayed hidden for the time being watching and waiting for a trap. With silent nods three emerged from their hidding place, two watched their flanks bows drawn. The third split the middle. They moved silently, their feet making no sound over the shrubbed terrain. Once they reached the body,it was apprent that it was in fact a he, his feet were bleeding, run raw, he suffered superficials and scrapes to his limbs and face. They stood in silence, it was easy to tell he was a brother from the tattoos that adorned his exposed flesh. They cuffed him by the arm pits, the third man slowly moved backwards covering their trail. Once they were in the thicket again he gave a sharp whistle. And from the brush seventeen other archers appeared making a defensive line waiting to cover their brothers retreat. Once far enough into the woods they all disappeared back into the brushes.
The journey took a day, and the man slipped further into his sleep though they managed to pack his wounds with dirt It was not likely he would make it. They laid him on the path towards the top of the mountain his body trembled, and quivered. He opened his eyes for a brief moment after a light slap across the cheek...Then they coaxed the tail of their capture came to be known. The archer's brow pushed together his face showing some troubled thoughts. "I'll make sure the Warchief hears." He drew his hunting knife from his boot, and quickly drove it into throat of the man, the knife digging into his spine. "May you earn enough honor to join the hunt brother." After the convulsing stopped he withdrew his blade wiping the blood off and slid it back into his boot. He looked to his counter part " Ready brother?" With that they headed up the mountain.
Ashbridge Fortress
Kerrigore listened carefully to the two men As they recounted the tale, he gave a soft sigh. In all his years as GrimWrath Clan Elder he had never been so dissapointed. He waved the men away and continued to study his maps. Tapping his chin softly, occasionally he used a bit of charcoal to sketch on the stone map. ( which had been carved into the large table years earlier ) "Bring me our most accomplished raiders, I want ten of them. " The guard at the door dipped out. He knew it would be an hour Or more before he had them here. The younger warriors viewed him as mysterious because often times he didn't speak or let his plans be known until they were being put into action.
Several hours later the sun was getting ready to set. And in road ten men all mounted upon their elk. They tied up their mounts and hurried inside. They strolled into the war room, and were surprised to find themselves alone there. But soon kerrigore strolled in with his greying hair. The men kneeled "Evening Brothers, please stand, now yo why i called you here , you ten know the northern land the best.Your in depth knowledge of the land will aid in what I'm trying to accomplish. But first I need you to tell of the forts that form their border". They stood in awkward silence as they were never asked their opinion before but soon some one broke the silence "Aye, Chieften." And then they engaged in discussion talking and planing it went on into the wee hours of the morning.
Ashbridge Hoard
Destitor stood with his arms crossed. His eyes watching the slaves carefully as they finished counting the final bars iron. The whole hall looked organized and much neater since the war chief had them organize and take down how many of each bar. He was pleasently surprised at the slaves reaction when they first entered the hall. As far as he knew they were the first people other than his brothers and sisters to have ever stepped foot into the hoard hall.
They stood in a row all smiling and laughing with one another. They knew destitor to be one of the softer of his kind and often permitted this kind of behavior. "You have the count right? You wrote it down so I can show the Warchief?" They all nodded almost in unison. "Who is the smartest of you five?" They looked at each other confused till three of them raised their hands. " The three of you then? " in a flash he drew his short sword, he cut down the two who had not raised their hands. " You three will keep track of the hoard. You're never to leave this hall again. " He left the hall and four burly men walked in dragging large chains. They fashioned them around d their ankles and neck, and then to the wall. Riveting each one so that escape was almost impossible
In the early hours of the morning a hobbled figure shuffled into the LowLands. A body ragged and beat, fell to the ground. After a few moments it moaned softly, like that of a wounded animal.
The watchers stayed hidden for the time being watching and waiting for a trap. With silent nods three emerged from their hidding place, two watched their flanks bows drawn. The third split the middle. They moved silently, their feet making no sound over the shrubbed terrain. Once they reached the body,it was apprent that it was in fact a he, his feet were bleeding, run raw, he suffered superficials and scrapes to his limbs and face. They stood in silence, it was easy to tell he was a brother from the tattoos that adorned his exposed flesh. They cuffed him by the arm pits, the third man slowly moved backwards covering their trail. Once they were in the thicket again he gave a sharp whistle. And from the brush seventeen other archers appeared making a defensive line waiting to cover their brothers retreat. Once far enough into the woods they all disappeared back into the brushes.
The journey took a day, and the man slipped further into his sleep though they managed to pack his wounds with dirt It was not likely he would make it. They laid him on the path towards the top of the mountain his body trembled, and quivered. He opened his eyes for a brief moment after a light slap across the cheek...Then they coaxed the tail of their capture came to be known. The archer's brow pushed together his face showing some troubled thoughts. "I'll make sure the Warchief hears." He drew his hunting knife from his boot, and quickly drove it into throat of the man, the knife digging into his spine. "May you earn enough honor to join the hunt brother." After the convulsing stopped he withdrew his blade wiping the blood off and slid it back into his boot. He looked to his counter part " Ready brother?" With that they headed up the mountain.
Ashbridge Fortress
Kerrigore listened carefully to the two men As they recounted the tale, he gave a soft sigh. In all his years as GrimWrath Clan Elder he had never been so dissapointed. He waved the men away and continued to study his maps. Tapping his chin softly, occasionally he used a bit of charcoal to sketch on the stone map. ( which had been carved into the large table years earlier ) "Bring me our most accomplished raiders, I want ten of them. " The guard at the door dipped out. He knew it would be an hour Or more before he had them here. The younger warriors viewed him as mysterious because often times he didn't speak or let his plans be known until they were being put into action.
Several hours later the sun was getting ready to set. And in road ten men all mounted upon their elk. They tied up their mounts and hurried inside. They strolled into the war room, and were surprised to find themselves alone there. But soon kerrigore strolled in with his greying hair. The men kneeled "Evening Brothers, please stand, now yo why i called you here , you ten know the northern land the best.Your in depth knowledge of the land will aid in what I'm trying to accomplish. But first I need you to tell of the forts that form their border". They stood in awkward silence as they were never asked their opinion before but soon some one broke the silence "Aye, Chieften." And then they engaged in discussion talking and planing it went on into the wee hours of the morning.
Ashbridge Hoard
Destitor stood with his arms crossed. His eyes watching the slaves carefully as they finished counting the final bars iron. The whole hall looked organized and much neater since the war chief had them organize and take down how many of each bar. He was pleasently surprised at the slaves reaction when they first entered the hall. As far as he knew they were the first people other than his brothers and sisters to have ever stepped foot into the hoard hall.
They stood in a row all smiling and laughing with one another. They knew destitor to be one of the softer of his kind and often permitted this kind of behavior. "You have the count right? You wrote it down so I can show the Warchief?" They all nodded almost in unison. "Who is the smartest of you five?" They looked at each other confused till three of them raised their hands. " The three of you then? " in a flash he drew his short sword, he cut down the two who had not raised their hands. " You three will keep track of the hoard. You're never to leave this hall again. " He left the hall and four burly men walked in dragging large chains. They fashioned them around d their ankles and neck, and then to the wall. Riveting each one so that escape was almost impossible
Name: Roiger
Age: 26
Description: (pictures can be used too )
North/South: North
History: wip
Magic/Profession: Necromancer
Personality: wip
View on North/South: wip
Age: 26
Description: (pictures can be used too )
North/South: North
History: wip
Magic/Profession: Necromancer
Personality: wip
View on North/South: wip
My slaves arnt treated so bad c:
I'll have mine up after work
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Nation sheets and general info
Since the dawn of time the denizens of this land have strived to understand the world that they live in. In the beginning they lived peacefully, they lived loved and learned together all nations. But slowly a few of the races developed... Abilities that caused them to look down on their brethren. And soon strife began. In the early days it was never fair the magic users burnt away their rivals, who were not blessed with such a gift then turned to science.
Forward several thousand years now empires have risen and fallen and the two cultures are getting ready to clash again..
Land operates on a first come first serve basis though try not too take massive proportions.
Rules are in nation dump.
Since the dawn of time the denizens of this land have strived to understand the world that they live in. In the beginning they lived peacefully, they lived loved and learned together all nations. But slowly a few of the races developed... Abilities that caused them to look down on their brethren. And soon strife began. In the early days it was never fair the magic users burnt away their rivals, who were not blessed with such a gift then turned to science.
Forward several thousand years now empires have risen and fallen and the two cultures are getting ready to clash again..
Land operates on a first come first serve basis though try not too take massive proportions.
Rules are in nation dump.
Steam and Magic
Primarily about magic and steams rivalry where each view the other as a blasphemous way of life. Here you will build your nation to champion a cause and rule the over the known world
A political, military and economical power struggle to find out which way of life will be spared.
Rules
1. Balance, Try to keep your society in check. No over powered, Over cultured, over intelligent.
2. Try to keep a degree of realism. I can allow for somethings To slide but you know in the name of science explain it!
3. No, absolutely no arguing, take it to PM and I'm the final word.
4. Go for using NPCs, but if they're not yours ask, or keep to their Traits/style
5. You make it, you keep it. Ask to use someone else's stuff.
6. Finally, don't be mad or angry if you lose a war, battle or a planet. Its a nrp
7. No more than 10 million Population.
Nation
Name:
Flag:
Capitol:
Capitol Population:
Population:
Major cities:
Racial demographics:
Society: ( What are your peoples like? )
Law:
Education:
Technology: ( what your people mostly research, what your scientists investigate the most )
Tax:
Imports:
Exports:
Industries:
Renown Associations:
Government:
Relations: ( to other governments )
Important officials:
Currency:
Military:(Amount be reasonable, try to keep it to a 1/10 ratio or lower, Type)
Landscape:
Wild life:
Important locations:
History:
Summary:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fashion/style:(fluff)
Art:(fluff)
Important dates:(fluff)
Weird laws/rules:(fluff)
Fun facts: (fluff) .
Species
Name:
Race/species:
Description:
Natural abilities:
Lifespan:
Important members:
Relations to other species:
History
Primary Language:
Secondary Language: (Optional)
Religion:
Important members:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Primarily about magic and steams rivalry where each view the other as a blasphemous way of life. Here you will build your nation to champion a cause and rule the over the known world
A political, military and economical power struggle to find out which way of life will be spared.
Rules
1. Balance, Try to keep your society in check. No over powered, Over cultured, over intelligent.
2. Try to keep a degree of realism. I can allow for somethings To slide but you know in the name of science explain it!
3. No, absolutely no arguing, take it to PM and I'm the final word.
4. Go for using NPCs, but if they're not yours ask, or keep to their Traits/style
5. You make it, you keep it. Ask to use someone else's stuff.
6. Finally, don't be mad or angry if you lose a war, battle or a planet. Its a nrp
7. No more than 10 million Population.
Nation
Name:
Flag:
Capitol:
Capitol Population:
Population:
Major cities:
Racial demographics:
Society: ( What are your peoples like? )
Law:
Education:
Technology: ( what your people mostly research, what your scientists investigate the most )
Tax:
Imports:
Exports:
Industries:
Renown Associations:
Government:
Relations: ( to other governments )
Important officials:
Currency:
Military:(Amount be reasonable, try to keep it to a 1/10 ratio or lower, Type)
Landscape:
Wild life:
Important locations:
History:
Summary:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fashion/style:(fluff)
Art:(fluff)
Important dates:(fluff)
Weird laws/rules:(fluff)
Fun facts: (fluff) .
Species
Name:
Race/species:
Description:
Natural abilities:
Lifespan:
Important members:
Relations to other species:
History
Primary Language:
Secondary Language: (Optional)
Religion:
Important members:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
I think I'll name it steam and magic
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