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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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Despite its massive flaws, my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is still one of the longest ongoing RPs in RPGuild - It turns 4 years old in July and the current thread itself is more than a year old.
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On 4/14/2026 (on my end), my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is now three years and ten months old, and the current thread is one year and four months.
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Announcement: Virtually every nation but the Saudis have left. I am holding out for hope.
You know, I'll be blunt. Somehow, this isn't completely my fault this time - People decided to not act like a proper community on Discord, and every day I found the situation exploding while I was away. Very few people tried to get along with one another; I can even get proper screencaps from the Discord Server to prove it.
But I am not out yet. I am not giving up until this is truly over.
But I am not out yet. I am not giving up until this is truly over.
The Holy City of Mecca, January 14 1847
Layla of the Banu Hashim, the clan which were custodians of Mecca and Medina, had always been a strange girl.
“The person I received my name from, Al-Shifa bint Abdullah, knew how to read and write, so why shouldn’t I?” was one of the first questions she asked, and such was the air of innocence she gave that she cannot be refused. Nevertheless, she knew then that to ask for what belonged to men was dangerous, to play at anything more than being a potential wife and mother exposed her to potential harm.
So she took refuge in her books, what remained in the Holy City, and asked questions of what female pilgrims came to the Holy City. Some of them, though unquestionably Muslim, were rich, powerful, and held said power in a way which would be shameful in Arabia as it stood now. And so she learned to listen and watch and satisfy her curiosity in silence as she grew up and her intellectual pursuits became less tolerated.
Already, people asked why she was not married yet. Did she plan to be a Holy Woman, when her father needed grandchildren? If so, even her dreams of piety overstepped her bounds.
And she didn’t dream of just piety. She dreamed of greatness, when the Companions of The Prophet (Peace be upon him), including the women, respected those who read and write and read and wrote themselves - It was even the wives of the Prophet (Peace be upon him) who transmitted his law to future generations, a law which now seemed to forbid that which was permissible in the Companions’ own era. But this she took great pains to conceal, if only to delay the increasing coolness between her and her own family.
Which was why when the messenger from Sultan Sa’id, her father’s liege lord, arrived in her father’s house in Mecca, she saw it as the chance to achieve her hopes. The new ruler of Egypt was following the orders of his father, a hard man who even in death brooked no opposition.
As her father raged at the royal command, at the blandishments and implied threats meant to make him give his daugther away, Layla waited and watched, using sla - servant girls; slavery was formally abolished in name though not in fact - to act as her eyes and ears. And when her father demanded that he be made hereditary ‘Sharif of Hedjaz’ in name as in fact, she knew he’d yield, and send the daugther who was most displeasing to his eyes off with the Sultan’s envoy.
And so it was that Layla of the Banu Hashim, Sayyida and daugther of the new Sharif of Hedjaz, was sent off to Alexandria… And to a new life.
Al-Karak, Same Date
Al-Karak had rebelled twice, first in the 1830s and second in the year 1840 itself, and had barely recovered from the punishments visited on its people both times. Now, it was thinking of rebellion once more, and the Local Commander, marching with an army of 15,000 men, was tasked with making sure that appropriate vengeance was given, as per the last orders of the late Sultan and the new one. However, the Austrian military advisers who were accompanying the army had advised caution, maybe even clemency, and General Khalid, named after the most famous General of the early Arab Conquests, was tempted to listen to them.
After all, the town had not rebelled yet, and probably won’t with a substantial army encamped on its outskirts. Nevertheless, a show of force might still be in order -
A courier entered his tent. Suspecting bad news, the General turned to him and sighed, only for the message to be welcome:
“The Christians of Al-Karak, hearing that there were co-religionists among your forces serving as ‘advisors’, wish to send their Priest to negotiate with them and you to save everyone in the town of all faiths,” the messenger then looked at him, trying to read his mood. Impertinent but tolerable.
“This is good tidings!” General Khalid’s relative youth showed itself in the enthusiasm in his words. “Very well, tell them that their request is granted… And that a tax exemption and freedom from conscription for three years is on the table…”
Layla of the Banu Hashim, the clan which were custodians of Mecca and Medina, had always been a strange girl.
“The person I received my name from, Al-Shifa bint Abdullah, knew how to read and write, so why shouldn’t I?” was one of the first questions she asked, and such was the air of innocence she gave that she cannot be refused. Nevertheless, she knew then that to ask for what belonged to men was dangerous, to play at anything more than being a potential wife and mother exposed her to potential harm.
So she took refuge in her books, what remained in the Holy City, and asked questions of what female pilgrims came to the Holy City. Some of them, though unquestionably Muslim, were rich, powerful, and held said power in a way which would be shameful in Arabia as it stood now. And so she learned to listen and watch and satisfy her curiosity in silence as she grew up and her intellectual pursuits became less tolerated.
Already, people asked why she was not married yet. Did she plan to be a Holy Woman, when her father needed grandchildren? If so, even her dreams of piety overstepped her bounds.
And she didn’t dream of just piety. She dreamed of greatness, when the Companions of The Prophet (Peace be upon him), including the women, respected those who read and write and read and wrote themselves - It was even the wives of the Prophet (Peace be upon him) who transmitted his law to future generations, a law which now seemed to forbid that which was permissible in the Companions’ own era. But this she took great pains to conceal, if only to delay the increasing coolness between her and her own family.
Which was why when the messenger from Sultan Sa’id, her father’s liege lord, arrived in her father’s house in Mecca, she saw it as the chance to achieve her hopes. The new ruler of Egypt was following the orders of his father, a hard man who even in death brooked no opposition.
As her father raged at the royal command, at the blandishments and implied threats meant to make him give his daugther away, Layla waited and watched, using sla - servant girls; slavery was formally abolished in name though not in fact - to act as her eyes and ears. And when her father demanded that he be made hereditary ‘Sharif of Hedjaz’ in name as in fact, she knew he’d yield, and send the daugther who was most displeasing to his eyes off with the Sultan’s envoy.
And so it was that Layla of the Banu Hashim, Sayyida and daugther of the new Sharif of Hedjaz, was sent off to Alexandria… And to a new life.
Al-Karak, Same Date
Al-Karak had rebelled twice, first in the 1830s and second in the year 1840 itself, and had barely recovered from the punishments visited on its people both times. Now, it was thinking of rebellion once more, and the Local Commander, marching with an army of 15,000 men, was tasked with making sure that appropriate vengeance was given, as per the last orders of the late Sultan and the new one. However, the Austrian military advisers who were accompanying the army had advised caution, maybe even clemency, and General Khalid, named after the most famous General of the early Arab Conquests, was tempted to listen to them.
After all, the town had not rebelled yet, and probably won’t with a substantial army encamped on its outskirts. Nevertheless, a show of force might still be in order -
A courier entered his tent. Suspecting bad news, the General turned to him and sighed, only for the message to be welcome:
“The Christians of Al-Karak, hearing that there were co-religionists among your forces serving as ‘advisors’, wish to send their Priest to negotiate with them and you to save everyone in the town of all faiths,” the messenger then looked at him, trying to read his mood. Impertinent but tolerable.
“This is good tidings!” General Khalid’s relative youth showed itself in the enthusiasm in his words. “Very well, tell them that their request is granted… And that a tax exemption and freedom from conscription for three years is on the table…”
Announcement: Sikh Empire has left.
Announcement: Wernher, the Austrian player, has been banned and his nation is retconned out entirely.
The reason for his ban involves offsite behavior, and I have been advised that I should not openly talk about it in RPGuild.
The reason for his ban involves offsite behavior, and I have been advised that I should not openly talk about it in RPGuild.
Announcement: Qing China is free now as well.
Announcement: The Japan Player has left on Discord, so Japan is free once more!
Name: Red Zeruel Chorister
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Witch)
Magic specialties:
Theurgy - Red’s quest for the divine, which would be heretical to many sects, allows him to work what he believes to be ‘miracles’, miracles from The One Deity. These miracles allow him to call forth magical energy/mana from the Universe itself to power his and others’ spells, as well as inscribe ‘Angelic Names’ into his weapons and armor to grant them the power to withstand physical force (including bullets) and Magic.
Not merely that, but he can also call on the ‘holy fires’ of the Divine to create flames that do not burn living flesh, but merely inflict pain on them while damaging their weapons and armor and (depending on their strength) magical items. Note that these ‘holy fires’ can and do inflict physical damage on the undead, demons, and those with Dark Magic flowing through their veins.
Angelology - Red ‘Invites’ Angels into this world, to temporarily ‘sojourn’ in it, or failing that, to lend the coven their blessings and powers through minor ‘miracles’. Note that while said miracles are more powerful than their Demonic equivalents, the difference is that Angels cannot be compelled to give information and blessings to a cause they themselves do not believe in, even if the caller themselves is pious.
Healing - Red can heal people through his touch, calling on the power of the divine to heal wounds and replenish blood, knit injuries together, and even regrow limbs, although the latter requires immense reserves of magical energy/mana.
Personality: Red tries to fit his own views of what a ‘paragon of virtue’ should be, to be kind and compassionate and pure-hearted; the last part is made more complicated by his strong attraction to both men and women, as well as his liking for the finer things in life, which conflict with his contradicting desire for asceticism. Nevertheless, he is diligent in his duties towards the coven and other people and also generous with both time and money. And of course, he is no coward in the face of combat even when faced with stiff opposition.
Appearance:
History: Red was born into the Brethren of the Free Spirits, an ancient heretical group dating from the Medieval Era which believed that The Church was corrupt and that “nothing is a sin except that which is thought to be a sin”, putting themselves morally above the Church hierarchy and thus free to consort with any supernatural they pleased, including ‘Witches’. Obviously, these resulted in fierce persecutions, but the Brethren managed to survive due to luck, fierce fighting, and finally, a measure of actual supernatural power they believed to be from God. In time, the Brethren merged with other occultists who wished to retain faith in an omnipotent, omnipresent, and omnibenevolent deity, such as those who followed the Christian Kabbalah.
Red was thus born in an unconventional, but still loving home, somewhere in the United States, close to New York City. His parents were members of the Brethren who dedicated their lives to protecting those neglected and marginalized by society from mundane and supernatural threats and also providing for them with charitable work. He himself was taught the various beliefs of the Brethren, as well as the art of combat, theurgy, and angiology. As for his natural power to heal, it should have been an occasion of joy when it manifested, but instead, it led to the destruction of his family and all he once knew.
For when he was sixteen, he saw a wounded bird, a pigeon which had survived being shot with an air gun long enough for him to arrive. Picking it up, the boy was going to rush to try and take it to the nearest veterinarian, but knew it was too late… Until a voice whispered to him, asking, “Would you ask The One for his benevolence, despite the price you might pay?”
Yes, was his thought, and a surge of warmth flowed through him and all of a sudden, the bird flew off from his arms, fully healed. Red rejoiced in that, and hurried to tell his parents of what had happened - He didn’t know that there were watchers in the woods.
For a month or so, life continued to be normal, until one day, his mother received a warning in her dreams, which caused her to go with Red to New York City in order to put him under the protection of the ‘coven’ there. They then heard the news that Red’s father had been hunted down and their house set on fire, presumably by Witch Hunters.
Grief came and went, and Red’s mother continued to raise her son until he was 20. Then, she went off to attempt to retrieve her husband’s body, and vanished too, leaving Red alone for the first time, adrift from both his ‘coven-mates’ and ‘The Church’ and self-tasked with protecting the people of New York City from dark threats…
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Species: Human (Witch)
Magic specialties:
Theurgy - Red’s quest for the divine, which would be heretical to many sects, allows him to work what he believes to be ‘miracles’, miracles from The One Deity. These miracles allow him to call forth magical energy/mana from the Universe itself to power his and others’ spells, as well as inscribe ‘Angelic Names’ into his weapons and armor to grant them the power to withstand physical force (including bullets) and Magic.
Not merely that, but he can also call on the ‘holy fires’ of the Divine to create flames that do not burn living flesh, but merely inflict pain on them while damaging their weapons and armor and (depending on their strength) magical items. Note that these ‘holy fires’ can and do inflict physical damage on the undead, demons, and those with Dark Magic flowing through their veins.
Angelology - Red ‘Invites’ Angels into this world, to temporarily ‘sojourn’ in it, or failing that, to lend the coven their blessings and powers through minor ‘miracles’. Note that while said miracles are more powerful than their Demonic equivalents, the difference is that Angels cannot be compelled to give information and blessings to a cause they themselves do not believe in, even if the caller themselves is pious.
Healing - Red can heal people through his touch, calling on the power of the divine to heal wounds and replenish blood, knit injuries together, and even regrow limbs, although the latter requires immense reserves of magical energy/mana.
Personality: Red tries to fit his own views of what a ‘paragon of virtue’ should be, to be kind and compassionate and pure-hearted; the last part is made more complicated by his strong attraction to both men and women, as well as his liking for the finer things in life, which conflict with his contradicting desire for asceticism. Nevertheless, he is diligent in his duties towards the coven and other people and also generous with both time and money. And of course, he is no coward in the face of combat even when faced with stiff opposition.
Appearance:
History: Red was born into the Brethren of the Free Spirits, an ancient heretical group dating from the Medieval Era which believed that The Church was corrupt and that “nothing is a sin except that which is thought to be a sin”, putting themselves morally above the Church hierarchy and thus free to consort with any supernatural they pleased, including ‘Witches’. Obviously, these resulted in fierce persecutions, but the Brethren managed to survive due to luck, fierce fighting, and finally, a measure of actual supernatural power they believed to be from God. In time, the Brethren merged with other occultists who wished to retain faith in an omnipotent, omnipresent, and omnibenevolent deity, such as those who followed the Christian Kabbalah.
Red was thus born in an unconventional, but still loving home, somewhere in the United States, close to New York City. His parents were members of the Brethren who dedicated their lives to protecting those neglected and marginalized by society from mundane and supernatural threats and also providing for them with charitable work. He himself was taught the various beliefs of the Brethren, as well as the art of combat, theurgy, and angiology. As for his natural power to heal, it should have been an occasion of joy when it manifested, but instead, it led to the destruction of his family and all he once knew.
For when he was sixteen, he saw a wounded bird, a pigeon which had survived being shot with an air gun long enough for him to arrive. Picking it up, the boy was going to rush to try and take it to the nearest veterinarian, but knew it was too late… Until a voice whispered to him, asking, “Would you ask The One for his benevolence, despite the price you might pay?”
Yes, was his thought, and a surge of warmth flowed through him and all of a sudden, the bird flew off from his arms, fully healed. Red rejoiced in that, and hurried to tell his parents of what had happened - He didn’t know that there were watchers in the woods.
For a month or so, life continued to be normal, until one day, his mother received a warning in her dreams, which caused her to go with Red to New York City in order to put him under the protection of the ‘coven’ there. They then heard the news that Red’s father had been hunted down and their house set on fire, presumably by Witch Hunters.
Grief came and went, and Red’s mother continued to raise her son until he was 20. Then, she went off to attempt to retrieve her husband’s body, and vanished too, leaving Red alone for the first time, adrift from both his ‘coven-mates’ and ‘The Church’ and self-tasked with protecting the people of New York City from dark threats…
Dier el-Bahari, January 12 1847
Sand and debris were being cleared out of the old necropolis, a site of the Ancient Egyptian civilization long forgotten by the current inhabitants of the land, who didn’t even claim to be its heirs. An old Coptic monastery, abandoned for at least several decades, had also been demolished in order to unearth ‘pagan’ artifacts on his orders, pagan artifacts that to a scion of the Enlightenment like him, were worth more than ‘current’ superstitions.
Who was he, by the way? Well, the great Jean-Agustin Pierrot, friend of the new Sultan of Egypt and unofficial head of the ‘Egyptologist’ community which lived in this new country, providing specialist knowledge and intellectual credibility to the current regime in exchange for being allowed to sate their passion for the very distant past, for the ancient civilizations which were more fascinating than the current mundane ones.
Pierrot was different even from the others, though, in that he was believed to regard his own civilization as boring. Superior to others, certainly, but still boring. And what was surprising was that these allegations were completely true - His Egyptomania had advanced to the point where he genuinely believed the ancients to possess greater wisdom and greater happiness than the people of today, so burdened by their cares and their focus on worldly wealth.
Not that he’d voice it out loud, though.
Anyway, why was he clearing out this old necropolis, and the magnificent ancient pagan temple which showed signs of being defaced even in the ancient past? Well, he had a hypothesis - The defacements, which occurred in the time of Thutmose III, who, to the surprise of people who still thought that ‘Scripture’ was an accurate source of history, had occupied Palestine when the Israelites were supposed to have been -
His heresy was interrupted by a messenger, a soldier from the contingent of troops Sultan Sa’id had dispatched to guard the archeological dig site from the surge of malcontents which regarded all Westerners as ‘Kaffir’. As the somewhat portly, balding Frenchman turned to the soldier - A callow youth barely out of boyhood, by his reckoning, and asked in halting Arabic, “What is it?”, he waited for bad news.
Thankfully, it was nothing of the sort… If one were actually attached to the mundane world of politics. For the youth’s message, given in Turkish (which Pierrot understood better than Arabic) was:
“You are being asked to attend a feast with the Sultan in Alexandria; the British and French Ambassadors are also invited and so will those of the Dutch and Austrians and the Americans. They all want to hear about your hypothesis about a… Female Pharaoh?” said the youth.
For this was Pierrot’s intended contribution to Egyptology, to prove that the builder of the temple he was unearthing belonged to a Female King, one who was so offensive to her successor that he had her name cut out from her own temple. There were even proofs in the very interior of the building, of the name ’Hatshepsut’ being placed in cartouches - The symbol of a Pharaoh's special status - in chambers where no eye was intended to see and which thus were spared the vandalism.
“What game is your new Sultan playing?” he asked, “Shouldn’t he be sending an ambassador to Austria right now or playing soldier to quell rebels?”
The soldier revealed himself to be slightly more intelligent than expected when he said, “He has already sent Rifa’a al-Tahtawi as his ambassador to the Austrians, with instructions to convey Egypt’s peaceful intentions towards everybody, its commercial affinity with Britain, and its desire to emulate France’s culture... Or so I heard from my superiors.”
How pert, Pierrot thought. So this is what the new initiative to educate soldiers produces.
His next words were, “How could I refuse? Tell the Sultan I will begin packing up. In the meantime, I ask for more soldiers to be sent to protect this place - I heard that rebel activity is picking up even here…”
Typical, I am being used for a public relations exercise…
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