Jinxer

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@Aamaya

Are you aware as to whether someone has started a sheet for the king of Primfira? If not I'll start on a sheet tonight.

Set in a Silver Sea (Alternate History Fantasy)

Set in a Silver Sea

The year is 1400 AD. Over two hundred years have passed since William the Conqueror crossed the English Channel with his veteran army of hungry Norman warriors and defeated Harold Godwinson, the last Anglo-Saxon king, in battle near the small town of Hastings.

History became twisted toward the end of his life, ravenous hordes of creatures which became known as Riss plaguing the known world and upsetting the known order. Appearing in lesser populated regions, the creatures proved resistant to human forms of warfare and the tide of their assault appeared unstoppable. While none showed themselves in England the Riss swarmed in strength from the lowlands and valleys of Scotland and Wales and spilled into the northern and western reaches of England.

In response, a warrior sent by the Almighty himself, stepped forwards. A young woman who wielded powers no mortal being could possess led the Conqueror's armies against the Riss and pushed them back, securing the kingdom's borders. Upon his death the hero was named his successor and has ruled ever since as the Divine Queen Mayra.

Her many offspring, for she never married but had many lovers and bore many children, have become known as Heliosts and bare some semblance of her power. Their descendants now occupy the rank of the nobility, regardless of their Norman or Saxon ancestry. The strongest of them, known as the Solist, leads Mayra's armies and is charged with securing the kingdom's borders against the Riss.

After over two centuries of her rule cracks are appearing in the peace and stability which have endured throughout her reign. The current Solist, Matthias, resides in York and rumours circle endlessly of the rift between him and his Queen. Meanwhile the Vac population, those empty of the godly Aura passed down from Mayra through her children, grow restless at their oppression by the burgeoning power of the Heliost nobles and there are strange movements amongst the Riss population beyond the frontier.

For the Sentinels under Matthias's command life is about to become much harder, their duty unclear and their understanding of seemingly ironclad principles of their world and faith will be severely challenged.

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Hello and welcome to the Set in a Silver Sea interest check! I hope that the history above has caught your attention but now for some details...

-This RP is set in medieval Britain. Cannons are around but gunpowder is very much not in use beyond these.
-In depth historical knowledge is not required but is welcome!
-Characters will be Heliosts, whether from a powerful family or a lesser one is up to you. They will all be new Sentinels, either just recruited or about to be.
-Religion is as one would expect from this period but with the twist that the current monarch is regarded by most as a second Messiah, sometimes referred to by the clergy as the daughter of God. Some question this but do so quietly.

I suspect you have questions about what power a Heliost possesses? Simply put, they are stronger, faster, healthier and tougher than normal humans (known as Vacs). They support their body with a resource known as Aura which they have a finite amount of, replenished with food and rest. When in excess, for Heliosts are not bottomless vessels, Aura washes off them in a manner synonymous with the name.

Use of this power is known as Flare. Specifically it is a Primary Flare. Secondary Flares are unique to each individual and rare, few Heliosts gain them and the vast majority are Sentinels and they often reflect the character of the individual. For example, an overly anxious person would be able to sense threats to themselves in a near clairvoyant manner. The Secondary Flare is usually a crystallising of one aspect of the Primary Flare (especially enhanced strength for example) but not always.

Hopefully that answers some questions. Any thoughts or input would be welcome, I'm looking for an active and determined group to RP with and I hope this idea appeals to enough to make it viable.

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Apologies for any typos in that post, I'm on my phone and it's still new to me (I usually post on a PC as I'm not great with typing on a phone/tablet!)

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Laurel Mith

Before either of the large men could respond, Laurel caught sight of the Freyjan woman speaking to Eve out of the corner of her eye. With a quick nod she excused herself from the veteran warriors and slipped away toward the palace gates. There a guard held up a hand to stop her but she merely pointed to her insignia and whisked past him before the man had a chance to stop her. Whether guards were truly allowed in or not was a mute point, Laurel was sure that Eve would be clueless as to whom she was speaking and she had been keeping track of the drinks the Princess had been downing; not enough to affect her overly but surely enough to dull some of her senses. Senses she would need surrounded by strangers in this venomous gathering.

Before she reached Eve she was approached by a servant bearing a small quill and paper. They resolutely stopped Laurel in her tracks, despite her obvious attempt to sidestep tbem.

"We'll need your name for the tournament rolls, ma'am. I presume you're from Earthica?"

"What? Oh, yes I am." She replied, distracted and peering over the much shorter servant's head at Eve.

"And your name, ma'am? I need it for the announcer."

"Laurel, Laurel Mith.

She slipped past the curtseying servant, freed from the interaction she had barely paid attention to and weaved her way toward Eve. Frequently she was stopped by servant's offering her luxurious platters of food or drinks but she refused them all, unlike Eve she had no intention of drinking that day but more importantly she could not be delayed.

Stopping a little ways down the array of tables piled high with food she paused, turning to appear as though she were observing the food. Having got this far what had she truly intended to do? Stop Eve talking to someone just because they might be dangerous? That would hardly go down well with the Princess not was it fair, she was not some idiot royal without a clue, merely a little rebellious against her parents and their sensibilities.

She subtly watched, picking at some kind of meat based snack, as the Freyjan Princess stepped closer and caressed Eve's hair and felt a tingle down her spine. Forcing herself to be still, she observed the ending of their interaction, the Freyjan remembering her position and rushing away to her other guests. She could see Eve's flushed face and felt a small pang of irritation but quickly smothered it, there was no time for jealousy of which source she was unsure; Eve was a Princess from a foreign land so of course others would come to talk to her. Laurel's role was not to interfere, merely to protect.

Another Freyjan, bearing some small resemblance to the former beyond merely their race, approached Eve and they began to talk again. Laurel frowned, trying to remember the information about the various royals drummed into her by Ulfic and, after mentally passing through the ranks of known figures, identified the woman as another Princess but not from the main family line. Thyrri, she thought. This one seemed more approachable and, importantly for Laurel, less high ranking than the earlier Princess, and so she set down her uneaten food and strolled up to the pair.

"Princess." It was hard not to address her friend by name but certain expectations were place upon here in this social situation. "I see you're getting into the spirit of things." She spared a glance at the drinks in Eve's hand before turning to the Freyjan Princess and offered her a small bow.

"I apologise for interrupting, I had lost track of the Princess for a moment amongst all these visitors. I may be stating the obvious but I am her bodyguard for this event, Laurel-"

"-Mith?"

She turned as an Exodus guard approached, holding a piece of paper in his hand. He looked Laurel up and down with a discerning eye, noting the longbow strapped to her back and the dagger thrust through her belt.

"Yes, that's me. Is something wrong?" She felt some small trepidation, maybe she was not allowed in here? Despite her surety that she had seen other guards inside the palace walls she worried that perhaps she had overstepped her bounds; the King would be disappointed if she made a scene here.

"You're expected for the tournament, you gave your name to an organiser earlier." His eyes strayed toward the bow over her shoulder."Would've thought you'd sign up for the archery contest. 'Suppose there'll be time for both. Come, there is not much time to prepare you."

Before she had the wit to protest the guard grasped her by the arm and began to pull her away. Although she had the strength to pull away she resigned herself to her fate, now recalling the distracted conversation she had had earlier. Admonishing herself for not paying attention, she let herself be lead away. She shot a last glance toward Eve before she was swallowed up by the crowd.

The guard led her into the palace and then down some steps to an armoury where others were being suited in heavy looking armour. Some attendants stepped up toward her, carrying the many components of full plate between them. She began to feel nervous, never having worn any armour beyond her hunting leathers. Having heard of its weight she feared she would be slow, having relied on speed in past bouts back in Earthica but it was lighter than she had thought, her strength from years practicing with the bow lending her an advantage over most practiced warriors.

A servant approached her with a sword and shield but she caught sight of a handaxe on the wall and pointed toward it. With a mild look of disapproval they laid aside the sword and brought her the more familiar weapon; apparently such a thing was considered base here but she was desperate not to make a fool of herself before the assembled royalty who would surely be watching. Winning was hardly on her mind, not losing in an embarrassing manner was very much in the forefron.

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@Aamaya

As do I. I’m happy to play one of them as well.

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@Lord Zee In that case I'd probably play as the King (assuming others drop out).

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@Aamaya

I can help out there as well - especially as I feel that Primfira should probably be the most antagonistic of the kingdoms at this event...

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Laurel Mith

Exodus was getting busier by the moment, the streets thronged with revellers and visitors. Merchants plied their wares, trying to take advantage of the massive influx of people not that many of them had the funds to pay the steep prices; Exodus was the richest nation by far after all.

Laurel weaved her way through the crowds, her height commanding some of the smaller races to part way for her while others seemed determined to frustrate her path for the insignia she wore on her surcoat. She pushed past those, muscles built from hours spent with the bow greater than those any civilian could boast, her eyes focused on the palace ahead. She could see the heads of her fellows rising above the sea of faces unknown to her, their Levonian blood plain in their stature, pale skin and fiery hair.

Standing out even from their own, the Captain of the Kingsguard and Solveig towered over everyone. The latter's face was more familiar to her, Ultfic being more of a passing acquaintance even after her years spent treading the Earthican palace halls in Eve's tow. Bursting free of the crowd she brushed herself down, adjusting the surcoat a little more appropriately before approaching them. Normally she would not be concerned as to her appearance, days spent in the wilderness on the hunt were mutually exclusive to the excessive cleanliness and scented oils these Freyjan people seemed to enjoy so much, but she was representing her people now. Even if Eve wanted to rebel against such sensibilities, it was not Laurel's place to do so as much as she wanted to cast aside the weight of responsibility the blasted insignia settled on her shoulders.

"Have you seen Eve? The Princess." She corrected herself, glancing over the entourage and spotting both the King and Queen as she spoke. She did not see her friend, the one person she was ostensibly charged with protecting in this foreign city, and stifled a groan. Where had she gone now? Her emerald eyes drifted toward the palace proper and she thought she spotted that unruly mane of red hair she was so familiar with, standing out amidst the glittering dresses and Freyjan complexions.

This time she could not conceal the grimace, remembering the way Eve had cast off the dress she had been made to wear for the event in favour of her more practical, if much less appropriate, every day wear. The Queen would be far from impressed, she knew, although she doubted any blame would be cast her way; it was well known that while she was close with the Princess she was as powerless to control her actions as Eve's parents.

She turned to Ultfic and Solveig, trying to keep a watch on Eve by way of her hair, bright as a bonfire in the night, and gestured toward the exclusive appearance of the gathering inside.

"So are we allowed in there? It looks a bit rich for my blood."

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@GingerBoi123

Considering it's current popularity I would hazard a guess at God of War?

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@GingerBoi123

Looks pretty but practical... and in keeping with an impoverished nation!