King Nieldun gestured for the group to back down. "We are not afraid of Vaalgard or Lord Highmall. I have told you that we will not pay reparations for a crime we did not commit. Send Lord Highmall my regards and my regrets that he is not willing to work with us to find the actual culprit. Now, I believe it is time for you to leave. If you mistrust the countryside, an additional escort can be provided. Farewell."
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His majesty Nieldun Gildedtongue frowned at the emissary and paced back and forth like a caged animal.
"These accusations you bring against my nation trouble me greatly. Are my people really so untrustworthy that we are your first and prime suspect in this atrocity? Are we such wicked beasts as to murder hundreds of civilians and raze entire communities? And for what exactly? No. My people are not the perpetrators of this raid and as such will not be held accountable! No reparations will be given to you. Now, I advise that you leave our presence and go find the real culprit."
"These accusations you bring against my nation trouble me greatly. Are my people really so untrustworthy that we are your first and prime suspect in this atrocity? Are we such wicked beasts as to murder hundreds of civilians and raze entire communities? And for what exactly? No. My people are not the perpetrators of this raid and as such will not be held accountable! No reparations will be given to you. Now, I advise that you leave our presence and go find the real culprit."
Gotcha.
Should we handle diplomacy in PMs to avoid flooding the thread?
House Name: House Gildedtongue
House Placement: Nastrond
House Lord: Nieldun Gildedtongue
Leader's Family: Hidden away from the public so assassins don't know who the heir is.
House Coat of Arms: A snarling gray wolf's head above a pair of crossed red swords with a green background.
Main Keep: Bharadûr with a moat of lava.
House General: Maymalsas Silverarrow age 38, a masterful tactician completely loyal to the Gildedtongue House. He has already won several wars and isn't afraid to use dirty tactics to win.
Head Admiral: Datar Steelhell age 45, a grim humorless man responsible for rooting out the pirates who had plagued the nation for decades.
Ambassador: Samuel Lockroad age 67, an old charming gentleman with a calming presence who happens to be an excellent negotiator.
Minor Houses: Dragonstar, Braveshine, Bornetall
House Placement: Nastrond
House Lord: Nieldun Gildedtongue
Leader's Family: Hidden away from the public so assassins don't know who the heir is.
House Coat of Arms: A snarling gray wolf's head above a pair of crossed red swords with a green background.
Main Keep: Bharadûr with a moat of lava.
House General: Maymalsas Silverarrow age 38, a masterful tactician completely loyal to the Gildedtongue House. He has already won several wars and isn't afraid to use dirty tactics to win.
Head Admiral: Datar Steelhell age 45, a grim humorless man responsible for rooting out the pirates who had plagued the nation for decades.
Ambassador: Samuel Lockroad age 67, an old charming gentleman with a calming presence who happens to be an excellent negotiator.
Minor Houses: Dragonstar, Braveshine, Bornetall
Name: Imadrael Anghanneruf
Age: 3,034,235 years old
Gender: Male
Species (And Description): Half-decaying catperson angel of death. The left side of his body is withered and decaying with bones occasionally showing while the right side is that of a healthy individual. He has the head and fur of a black cat, clawed hands and legs like a feline predator, his tail is a wretched half and half combination. His right iris is glowing green with a slit for a pupil while his left is a milky white orb that he can still see out of.
Abilities: Like a cat, he has nine lives. He is currently on number 5, and each time he dies he is soon resurrected (in a safe location, "intact") but the decay advances further. Once he is on live nine the decay will be everywhere. He can also harvest souls and take them back to the Underworld. Furthermore, he is permitted to make deals with mortals where he becomes the owner of their soul and their lifespan is extended by a maximum of fifty years.
Skills: Diplomacy, Lore, Melee Combat
Flaws: His job has left him with an extremely dark and twisted sense of humor and difficulty understanding concepts such as the value of life. Very Curious.
Why were you selected?: Originally, Schrödinger was simply opening random portals and grabbing individuals until he found the right ones. As Imadrael is basically everything he hates in one half-decaying package (cats, angels, death personified), he was thrown back into the portal. However, Imadrael's curiosity was invoked and he asked his boss Vuldir (Felridgean deity of death, winter and the Underworld) for a vacation to see what this was all about. Vuldir agreed and portaled Imadrael through. So he really wasn't selected...
History: Long ago, when the Felridge had been created recently and the deities were still young and undefined, Imadrael was one of the first mortals (human to be precise) created by Vuldir. Imadrael followed his creator's orders faithfully and became a cleric. Eventually, Imadrael died in battle. His soul returned to Vuldir and he was asked what boon he desired once he was an angel. Imadrael as a cat-lover asked to be more like one. Vuldir agreed and transformed him through a ritual that made him part cat and gave him nine lives. During this ritual, Chaelgoth (Felridgean deity of Undeath, Necromancy and Decay) interfered for spite's sake so that a little more of Imadrael becomes decaying and undead each time he dies. Since then, he has died four more times in various ways, often in battle.
Items: Black robes, a scythe that can cut through organic material easily and inorganic material unreliably, the scythe is almost indestructible, a satchel to hold souls and other things.
Other: Does not require food, beverages or sleep.
Age: 3,034,235 years old
Gender: Male
Species (And Description): Half-decaying catperson angel of death. The left side of his body is withered and decaying with bones occasionally showing while the right side is that of a healthy individual. He has the head and fur of a black cat, clawed hands and legs like a feline predator, his tail is a wretched half and half combination. His right iris is glowing green with a slit for a pupil while his left is a milky white orb that he can still see out of.
Abilities: Like a cat, he has nine lives. He is currently on number 5, and each time he dies he is soon resurrected (in a safe location, "intact") but the decay advances further. Once he is on live nine the decay will be everywhere. He can also harvest souls and take them back to the Underworld. Furthermore, he is permitted to make deals with mortals where he becomes the owner of their soul and their lifespan is extended by a maximum of fifty years.
Skills: Diplomacy, Lore, Melee Combat
Flaws: His job has left him with an extremely dark and twisted sense of humor and difficulty understanding concepts such as the value of life. Very Curious.
Why were you selected?: Originally, Schrödinger was simply opening random portals and grabbing individuals until he found the right ones. As Imadrael is basically everything he hates in one half-decaying package (cats, angels, death personified), he was thrown back into the portal. However, Imadrael's curiosity was invoked and he asked his boss Vuldir (Felridgean deity of death, winter and the Underworld) for a vacation to see what this was all about. Vuldir agreed and portaled Imadrael through. So he really wasn't selected...
History: Long ago, when the Felridge had been created recently and the deities were still young and undefined, Imadrael was one of the first mortals (human to be precise) created by Vuldir. Imadrael followed his creator's orders faithfully and became a cleric. Eventually, Imadrael died in battle. His soul returned to Vuldir and he was asked what boon he desired once he was an angel. Imadrael as a cat-lover asked to be more like one. Vuldir agreed and transformed him through a ritual that made him part cat and gave him nine lives. During this ritual, Chaelgoth (Felridgean deity of Undeath, Necromancy and Decay) interfered for spite's sake so that a little more of Imadrael becomes decaying and undead each time he dies. Since then, he has died four more times in various ways, often in battle.
Items: Black robes, a scythe that can cut through organic material easily and inorganic material unreliably, the scythe is almost indestructible, a satchel to hold souls and other things.
Other: Does not require food, beverages or sleep.
Excellent. However, my current counteroffensive plan only requires corpses, necromancers and one or two ship units.
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Since you're taking over Kebriw, I must ask that for now the Island Powers be at peace since the Darkness is nearly upon us and we cannot afford division.
Since you're taking over Kebriw, I must ask that for now the Island Powers be at peace since the Darkness is nearly upon us and we cannot afford division.
Hehehe. I'm looking forward to how the Doctor reacts to my character...
For the Nastrondi people!
House Name: House Gildedtongue
House Placement: Nastrond
House Lord: Nieldun Gildedtongue
Leader's Family: Hidden away from the public so assassins don't know who the heir is.
House Coat of Arms: A snarling gray wolf's head above a pair of crossed red swords with a green background.
Main Keep: Bharadûr with a moat of lava.
House General: Maymalsas Silverarrow age 38, a masterful tactician completely loyal to the Gildedtongue House. He has already won several wars and isn't afraid to use dirty tactics to win.
Head Admiral: Datar Steelhell age 45, a grim humorless man responsible for rooting out the pirates who had plagued the nation for decades.
Ambassador: Samuel Lockroad age 67, an old charming gentleman with a calming presence who happens to be an excellent negotiator.
Minor Houses: Dragonstar, Braveshine, Bornetall
House Name: House Gildedtongue
House Placement: Nastrond
House Lord: Nieldun Gildedtongue
Leader's Family: Hidden away from the public so assassins don't know who the heir is.
House Coat of Arms: A snarling gray wolf's head above a pair of crossed red swords with a green background.
Main Keep: Bharadûr with a moat of lava.
House General: Maymalsas Silverarrow age 38, a masterful tactician completely loyal to the Gildedtongue House. He has already won several wars and isn't afraid to use dirty tactics to win.
Head Admiral: Datar Steelhell age 45, a grim humorless man responsible for rooting out the pirates who had plagued the nation for decades.
Ambassador: Samuel Lockroad age 67, an old charming gentleman with a calming presence who happens to be an excellent negotiator.
Minor Houses: Dragonstar, Braveshine, Bornetall
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