Mardox

Greetings

I presumed it was not an insult, but you seemed to wish to not be called a geek.

Delightful. I recommend taking a look at the following interest check. http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/91148-ancient-nations-rp/ooc
Almost fantasy and it seems to be a good nation RP in the making.

War of Dominion Reboot

Hmmmm, perhaps. However, that would leave us with what is essentially a new and more powerful Senate. Building a new Empire will have to be something carefully thought through. Perhaps we could discuss the details of such a task at a better time. Right now, there are threats to put down.

Nastrond would willing pay the other half of the sum. Nasvell was left with instructions to work with Waldeal to take care of the matter.

Nieldun picked four of the Guardian Devils who in addition to their normal training, had also had lessons in the fighting styles of the Tzieni nomads who had arrived in Nastrond. With them by his side, Nieldun entered the tent.

Greetings

Welcome to the guild. Haven't been here long but not once have I read someone use the term geek on another. Although nowadays, there's nothing wrong with being a geek as it now means "technology-savvy, possible mild social awkwardness, and intelligent" rather than "carnie freak that bites heads off chickens for your amusement". I happen to call myself a fantasy nerd. (I mean really, it is quite obvious that I am.)

I'm a fan of nation RPs/ fantasy RPs. What about you?

The Pit

Argus woke up from a pleasant dream of absolute power, cranky and irritated. Now that he was up, he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep until the day was over. He was not capable of napping unless he had not slept the previous night and he refused to be someone who considered sleeping a hobby.

He got out of bed and looked at the iron bands around his wrists. They were marked with magical symbols and could only be opened by an extremely well-guarded key. The whole point of them was to further sap his powers since destroying his soul gave him more powerful magical powers than normal. Right now, he would have to make all sorts of gestures and chant the right the words to restore a corpse to a pitiful half-life. Back in the day, he could simply look at a graveyard and will the inhabitants to rise and they would, even deceptively life-like until they took some new wear and tear.

He sighed, if he wanted this thing off, he might need help. He hated working with others, especially since his downfall had been caused by such. If it weren't for these pesky bindings and the dampening magic of this wretched prison, he would simply wait for a rebellious mage to be put down and then go through the proper ritual to program the individual to rise later and be his agent on the outside and his avatar in the land.

That had been a favorite of his, reanimating the corpse of a hero and then modifying it into a monster clad in pitch black plate. Why, it wasn't until he overran a certain kingdom that his existence was actually known.

So, he put a surprisingly charming smile on his face (not too cheerful though, that would annoy more than appeal) and went to look for allies. Knowing that people were most vulnerable to attachment while eating, he went to the mess hall to have breakfast and see if anyone else was willing to cooperate and take some risks.

War of Dominion Reboot

King Nieldun gazed in horror at the reports. Yes, it was technically a victory but so many of his own men were lost along with his old friend Lord Bornetall. He shook his head and pulled himself together, his dead would be mourned later. Wolastra was not only safe but a co-protectorate of his own and Gnyr Shalorn. The army was significantly reduced in numbers and he would have to recruit untrustworthy mercenaries to fight in the place of the fallen until manpower recovered and he could field a truly Nastrondi force for campaigns. The Domani, after that mutual bloodbath were unsurprisingly ready to negotiate. He penned a letter to Gnyr Shalorn.

Emperor Goralys Celestius,
I accept the offer of making Wolastra a co-protectorate of our lands. In light of the utter slaughter, I have come to realize that perhaps the land needs an empire to protect. As such, I accept your offer to join forces and see if we can unite the kingdoms once more. Perhaps we should link our dynasties in some way? In the meantime, I will go negotiate with the Domani heir. Perhaps Kalak Doman will be part of the new Empire.
Sincerely, Emperor Nieldun Gildedtongue.

Once that was taken care of, he went to his son Waldeal. "I have a task for you. I need you to use your head for numbers and organization skills to figure out how many mercenaries are available for us to recruit and get them ready to serve. Can you handle this?" Waldeal nodded, understanding why it was necessary for Nastrond to rely on hired swords who could not be trusted. Nieldun then went to Nasvell who would take care of the kingdom while he was gone. With that Nieldun readied an escort to Wolastra. Young Dorias, Archy and some others were already there.

As he arrived, he went to Dorias Bornetall to offer his sincere condolences. Then he marched to what was left of the Domani camp. With Guardian Devils around him he waited for the Domani heir to show himself. Nieldun was incapable of fully concealing his heritage due to wrath and sorrow and so, his eyes blazed red with demon flame. Pacing back and forth in front of the camp, he let slip a nearly feral growl. Then, he shook his head and pulled himself together again. This was not the time for unleashed wrath and bloodlust. That time had passed for now, along with far too many brave and loyal Nastrondi warriors. His eyes resumed their normal purple and he stopped pacing. He then announced himself to the Domani standing guard properly. "I am King Nieldun Gildedtongue. Leader of the forces that stopped your genocidal advance. I have come to negotiate with the new Great Khan Ogodei. I believe he wishes very strongly to discuss the peace terms between us. I will wait for him here as those who have lost someone dear seldom think as they normally would."

A Time of Legends

Maybe.

War of Dominion Reboot

She's been abducted evacuated by the Shalorni. The Senate wants to talk with her.

True/False Game

False.
T/F You believe that the Great and Powerful Santa of the Claws will return when the stars are right and rule the Earth.

The Pit

What would a co-GM do exactly?

DESTROY US ALL

Can I have your soul? (You said anything in italics)
Was the clickbait really necessary? It did get my attention though...