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The Hydra Vengeance (Medieval military fantasy rp)

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The Hydra's Vengeance (Medieval War, Politic and Intrigue Rp)

Character Skeletom

Name
Titles/Alias
Age
Gender
Appearance
Personality
Bio
Heirlooms/Equipment

Lord Calvert Morast Rolman

Lord Calvert Morast Rolman

Unkillable, Blackblade, The Fearless, The Judicator,

45

Male

Appearance
Calvert is a slightly taller broad chested sinewy man which only compliments his skill in battle but also threw the stresses of life and battles past has a gaunt figure that dampens his facial features not covered by the short cut and peppered ash black beard. His hair is receding back littered with grey hair but still a healthy burnt black, keeping it greased to maintain a more dignified appeal to his person. Despite his rugged look Calvert keeps one soft appeal, his eyes. They shine like bright freshly sapphires. Threw the wars he obtained no physical deformities, not a single scar or slight wound.

Personality
Calvert from his youth has alway been an odd stalwart man. From his birth he knew undeniably that he was destined for greatness, even apart from the whispers that fed this ego. Over time though it gradually settled to a sense of absolute duty and a rigid set of morals and codes of conduct on how to live his life. Loyalty, honor and diligence at the pinnacle of his morales and the quickest way to gain his favor. Even pardoning peasants to knights for following their commanding lords for such loyalty, stating that they were only doing their jobs. But the commanding lords he would personally behead, never relying on headsmen. Bold to a point but not stupid as he has the wisdom of ruling lord and battle hardened veteran of fourteen years. Even having published several volumes concerning warfare. His social skill lacks significantly though as any diplomacy conducted threw him often ends on a more sore note. Utilizing either his daughter or one of his most loyal bannermen with his presence there. As far as religion he believes that the gods are there and believes that they play a certain roles but doesn’t pray to them. Asked directly, “They’re nothing but soulless, spineless cunts.” Exact words concerning his theology.

Bio
One wouldn’t guess from appearance sake that Calvert is a twin. At birth his younger sister of seven minutes died due to birth complications along with his mother. Many claim this event in his life is partially part of his lack of a personality later in life. As an only child and a male child at that he was groomed intensely as apart of having no mother figure in his life to stop such a brutal upbringing. His father half mad, but some would say that it was because of his late wife's death. Though grateful for a son he cursed the goddess douncing them both publicly and privately. Growing up Calvert spent much time in the libraries, mainly as a part of his studies but also as his father pointed out the heritage and power that their family has created and held over countless centuries. The fueled his desire for greatness, often provoking him to fights with other noble born boys his age.

At the turn of manhood his ego flared, combined with harsh upbring along with the desire of a fight to prove that he was by no means just a hairless lad. Gathering a group of other young men mostly those of sworn knight houses, to hunt down a local bandit raiding party. Brazen and without fear he clashed in the banditry without relent, even cutting their leaders head off. Earning him the name Calvert the Fearless as a young man riding headlong without a second notion of fear but with a sense of duty. Capturing the rest of the bandits as they’d been in shock with such a young man cutting down their leader in combat. Filling the stocks with remaining lawbreakers

At twenty six one of his father’s bannermen had rebelled, claiming that he had been insulted and demanded blood for the insult. Calvert took a force of three thousand men to quell the upstart. Walking alone on the field towards the encroaching army, well with archer range. Standing with his arms crossed as the arrows fled the bows. Standing as a statue as the arrows rained around him. Three times and as if by divine intervention. So stunned the upstart lord was forced to give terms. Offering wine, bread and salt but had laced it with poison and his spy had reported Calvert that information. Without disregard he ate and drank the contaminated brazenly, consuming all of it. Wether it was not enough or too much it couldn’t be told as Calvert returned with Lord Kallen’s head, calling him the unkillable. Later marching Kallen’s keep setting it to flame destroying all within.

Thirty seven was the three year war as Abram’s bastard brother rose in revolt for what reason he didn’t know or didn’t care but Calvert fulfilling his duty marched for the kings cause. The first to engage against Abrams bastard brother Alrin. Engaging and three of the four battles including the siege that resulted in Alrins death. Though not utterly without mercy granting Alrin a honorable death by beheading. Effectively ending the kin strife, cementing victory and the office of Master General when war would erupt. Now with a pretender trying to still his birthright, marshaling his forces for all out war to crush the pretender and other rebellious lords taking opportunity of the declare their own.

Heirlooms/Equipment (WIP)

Royal Spy Misteress Thalia Logrin

WIP

New King of the South Xavier Stonecrok

WIP

The Hydra's Vengeance (Medieval War, Politic and Intrigue Rp)

~Brief back history and places~

The kingdom of Arlos is vast and diverse from verdant thick forests, rich black soil farmlands, mountains of jagged rock, cold rolling hills and hot plain lands slipping to whipping desert sands. To the south are the cold rolling hills of Hearath, leaving the most hearty and stalwart people to survive in a region where the summer yields to snow occasionally former Kings before the Great unification betrayed by the Lords of Rock. Subjugated and the first to fight the Arlosi crown. Now just staying to themselves mainly, offering seclusion too those who wanted to get away, still sour after their defeat a thousand years later and the first to after Calvert declared war to separate from the crown. The former royal line is burnt out in name but still lived on threw its female members.

The Lords of Rock, often called the Blue Lords separate the southern lands. Named after the Blue mountains that they rained over. Crops grown in the low laying meadows, more often having to import grain and fruits to combat a protein heavy diet. Trading it mostly for the copper, iron and coal that supply the arms, armor and most other needs that required such metals. Throwing themselves the crown during the unification in exchange for food as they'd been starving. Giving the crown safe passage to southern lands in exchange for the food they so desperately needed.

The western land of Caralen Covered in thick forests, bountiful in most aspects and the old seat of the first Arlosi King. Home to the capital city of Selvant. It's foundations built on an even older set of ruins who's name is long lost to the tides of history. How they originally came to be the dominant power isn't exactly known as there are several various reasons as to why. But no one anymore cares as they live in the now and present. Beneath the city lays a complex network of ancient sewers and tunnels. Housing the homeless and other unsavory characters. The only true maps of underneath the tunnel complex has been lost by the royals but there has been no need of retreat.

The Lands of Tuburar and and Lachia were joint kingdoms that neighbor Caralen. Tuburar ruled by a nameless chieftain but gave his seat up to the King of Lachia in order for safety against others. The Rolman King Lefner knew however Caralen was subjugating land left and right and held a meeting between the two nations. One that would result in years of bloodshed. Not a soul knew what was said but it started the ten year war. Fighting as an equal and the Lachia king was willing to submit for one reason and one reason alone. That he be allowed to marry the Princess Leycia, who's beauty had been unfathomable. Caralen gave up its prized flower for an ally in arms.

The north of Ecala, deserts and oasis's often staying out of petty politics and the kings of the south. Due to the immense amount of prized wines and fine silk it made it the last target of the Caralen conquest. As a deeply religious people though believe that the gods would save them from any threat. Caralen attacked during the start of new year, a holy day taking the capital by by storm. Subjugating the last of the kingdoms.

All this happening over a thousand years ago. Creating and consolidating and compacting the newly formed kingdom. Now a new conflict comes to rock the kingdom to its core. War will become rampant. Crops will be grown in blood and stream will run red. A feud between a bastard and a man who's honor had been deeply gouged.

Note: You can create anyone from any aspect of life. Magic using and foreigners will need to be approved. Also this world will not be just up to me to create. I want everyone input and ideas to help create a fun and fruit full roleplay. Also characters I would like to see is Calvert's only daughter and the pretender king.

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

I will try and get one up tonight early tomorrow. I'm trying to get my rp of the ground at the moment.

The Hydra Vengeance (Medieval military fantasy rp)

Yep it could. Essentially a spy, but I got no problems with it. Almost done with ooc.

The Hydra Vengeance (Medieval military fantasy rp)

Weird if you can make it flow with the general plot of the roleplay I don't see no qualms, but know you run the risk of getting caught and losing your characters hand. If turned spy though it would prove to be interesting.

The Hydra Vengeance (Medieval military fantasy rp)

Also the pretender king is also up for grabs if someone wants that role. I will start working on the OOC here after some sleep.

The Hydra Vengeance (Medieval military fantasy rp)

Life has been taxing sorry I've been away for so long.

1.)There is dismal amounts of magic. Some people have and can control it but it very taxing and those that practice and abuse it go mad. Some mythic/mosntrous races are around. But this mainly such as hidden dragons/drakes along with various sea monsters. I need to see the character before I'd allow it to be posted. Be wary though you really got to sell it to me.

2.) You can choose a different liege lord claiming their own independence or could be bidding their time. Or if you wanted to be a defender or the royal pretender it is possible. But there will be intrigue in politics, sometimes rough politics with a blade. But note Calvert does control a very substantial standing force being one of the oldest family lines.

3.) Yes multiple characters are available I actually encourage it as I will be playing a couple myself.

4.)Foriegn peoples are welcome but I need to go over it in pm first before I sign off on it.

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Fixed my post, I feel short on what to post for Rolland. I'm a exhausted from work, my bad.

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Rolland
Sitting in the watch tower over looking the southern gate and the trade road. It was one of the few places in Wintershouse he truly could think without distraction. Gazing out to the landscape, watching the trees in the breeze. Interrupted though by trailing footsteps up the stairs, behind each step a light clank. That clank he recognized as Eirik. The boy really needed to do something about that belt. Rolland let it go today seeing as minor lords and earls loomed in Weade halls holding an what was disrespect to him but refrained from spitting out distasteful words towards them.

"You called for me captain?" The young Eirik spoke climbing the last step, taxed at the long trek up the stairs.

"Yes. I want you to take Gidja's post tonight. Tell her she's to report to the courtyard to watch for thieves." Wanting one of the more senior and keen members watching over the courtyard. With the nobility around it would be the perfect chance for any thief looking to test his luck and score big. It would only take on incident and the lord regent would be the earl's constant heckling.

"Understood sir." Turning back around to relieve Gidja from her current patrol.

Glaring out one last time to the moon lit plains before he left the tower. He needed to give Joakim the report on the days event and to rescue him if need be from the earls residing in halls currently. Also the messages that have come.

Walking to the hall were the young regent lord was speaking with various earls. Redford spoke out of tone, but waited on his lords response. Eyeing the situation and as expected Redford had yielded his statement for the time being. Standing in the back waiting for meeting to disperse before approaching.

"Well defended my lord." Handing Joakim the days raven messages. "I'm sorry to bother but a few more things require your attention. Three poachers have been caught. Also two merchants using false weights, swindling our common folk out of all their coin. Suggestions on a punishment?"
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Jovan/Ayca

"News here come rather late Joakim, I had been shocked at the fate of your late father. Gods grant him peace now. He was my second father since I had been fostered with you and your brother. I assume the stress of current events is most taxing. To help with the stresses of being regent lord I will be coming to help you manage the affairs and pay my respects."

"Lord Jovan Zorban Athos"

It was the message Jovan had sent to the young lord a few week ago. Now he was on the trade road north with Ayca to the Weade lands. His current position, well he didn't remember the signs but the duo were well in the Forklands now. Truthfully though Jovan only wanted to stop for the night and rest, his body racked with pain but gave no hint to the dreaded sensation. Ayca stooping her pony seeing a castle to the left thick with moss on their left and to her right a road leading down to the bustling town it watched over.

"I'm in a mood." Ayca's coy grin turned devious, looking down at the town.

"That so... Well let us find a brothel to sate your hunger." Jovan maneuvered his horse down the road to the adjacent town, unable to finger what the name was but he knew who the castle belonged. Letting her deal with affairs of state for the moment. Perhaps on the morrow if he felt well enough.

Both of them look for a suitable brothel for him to rest and her to indulge in carnal desires of the flesh. Settling in the pricier part of town at the 'Blue Rose'. Ayca had to help Jovan get down, though it wasn't as bad for her due to his loss in weight. Using the sapphire topped cane to help them move into the house of pleasure.

"A room, some food, along with some of your ladies for my companion if you can spare them madam. And parchment with some ink if you don't mind." Giving the madam a thick purse of gold coins for the expenses. Jovan did ask for a handful though most brothels knew from hear say when Silver Face was on the move he did give quiet generously and were all to quick to oblige.

Given some time to eat and then allow Ayca her activities. She removed his mask slowly hesitantly removing it, scared that his conditioned had worsened. Upon removing the sigh of relief, he was still the same. Half of his nose looked to be eaten away along with half of his face, with pocket marks across the rest of his face. The same look for three months now, no new damage which she rejoiced at.

"Same or worse?" With a smile Ayca, kissed his forehead. "Same, hopefully the gods will take this from you soon." A fools hope both new would never happen but stranger things have happened.

Gently she helped him eat the sharp cheese along with a variety fruits, complimented with a dry red wine. Slowly he ate and drank, feeling slightly rejuvenated. Knowing his partner was lustful, he'd save the rest for later. Jovan placed his mask back on, just in time for three beautiful ladies to come and indulge his partner. He watched as it gave him joy that she could enjoy herself to a degree and still be together. Giving a slight laugh beast like noises came from the the group. Turning to the table with the parchment, grasping the quill.

"Lady Amber Rossric. I regret to inform you that I will not be staying Mosskeep on my journey north. I do not want to tax you with my needs. However if you wish for a talk, I'd be more than welcome to one. I will be at the Blue Rose brothel."

"Jovan Athos"

"Get this to a courier to Mosskeep."Sealing the parchment with his ring, handing it to serving girl who brought another pitcher of wine. Turning his attention back Ayca and her lust.