OfWindAndRain

Countries as people: World War One

@Wernher
I wish America could join that. He'd surely win, if only fit that pesky isolationism

Countries as people: World War One

Home of Serbia and Montenegro

@bluetommy2@Dannyrulx@SillyGoy@Lady Selune

The Eagle's talons scraped against the ground, as America eyed Serbia in his dank home. This was no place for a great one to be- but business always requires a lowering of standards.

America glanced about at his position, while Serbia droned on. Yes, yes, the endless fueds continue, what's new? All he knew was that he was standing at the fat left of the group that decided to attend Serbia's meeting. What a ramshackle place to live, and what an embarrassment it must be to entertain guests with.

Crossing feathered, armored arms, America was the first to speak.

"As much as I hate injustice, I see no reason to intervene on the behalf of two that are not allies. One of them, yourself, not having... any good relations, really. Why would I help someone who is not a friend? I'd be glad to trade resources, but I'm afraid I will remain outside of this affair. I have thought it best to remain... above the minor conflicts of Europe. Terribly costly, for no gain. I do hope you understand, sir."

Countries as people: World War One

@TalijaKey
All girls bit like one or two and a half guys, and one lone freedom eagle

[Overwatch] Recall: The Second Omnic War

@Solo
You've been gone for a quite a few days now. Not responding to PMs or roleplay alike. Are we still doing this, or what? You've been online plenty to grace us with at least a "busy with life rn" sort of thing.

Kingdom of Montemshaven

That was generally just uncalled for and rude.

Of course this isn't going to work. I have standards about my writing- I want things to make sense. You're right- we're not writing a novel. But we are writing a story, and I find it relaxing when things make sense, and characters aren't making totally irrational calls and decisions just because.

My apologies for wanting to roleplay with someone who put in some effort to the story. I'll screen people better next time, so I don't end up with another situation like this.

Kingdom of Montemshaven

@Wick
Now,
I can post in reply to your post right now, which I already have written
But Wulfric's reply would be terribly condescending. Extremely so, and with perfectly good reason.

Your guards let in a creepy, bad-vibe sort of man straight into a party, who then followed members of the royal family to their chambers, without being challenged, murdered them both, and escaped both the keep- which should be chock-full of guards- and presumably the city without being caught. A murderer literally walked in, murdered whomever he wanted, and ran off without a challenge.

Then your king asked Wulfric, a strange barbaric northern man who's not even been south of the river once until this day, to guard his current heir to his throne. He has no idea if he's looking to take anything valuable and run, or maybe he might rape his new heir the moment he's alone with her.

I can either post as it is now, or you can go and change it so it's not as... well, awful. This plot twist isn't very well thought-out, and a dozen men with Wulfric could probably take over the entire city with that sort of competence. Medieval times were harsh, and soldiers were more likely to kick someone out on their asses for the smallest things- things much smaller than following the royal family across a throne room, much less into the keep itself, and then into their bedroom.

Kingdom of Montemshaven

Wulfric strode into the crowded hall, wary eyes scanning the crowd. They were all annoyingly almost as he was, with only a few exceptions among the women. These southerners are still narrow, though- they don’t have nearly as much muscle as his kin. Tall, slender, most of them.

Wulfric had no dress clothes, and his people didn’t have parties. There were celebrations, but those were more like great drinking contests, gathering around to laugh with friends while eating freshly fired venison or boar. This sort of celebration- filled with fancy clothing and esquisite dancing- was quite outside his realm of experience.

On his head sat his helmet- caribou antlers rising up higher than anyone else in the crowd. The open-faced design of it allowed him to wear it casually, and for that he was greatful. His belek-fur cloak drew admiring stares and envious glances, no matter where he went, but no one paid much attention to his clothing. They were as fine as he had- a simple brown tunic, and his leather leggings (which had extra padding on the inside of his thighs, for riding animals). His leather boots were everpresent, and he had removed all his steel plating for the occasion. What does one do at a party? These people talked lower, more subdued than his kin.

His clothing was as far as he was willing to go with his concessions to the local culture- he still wore all his knives, and his throwing axes. His hair still spilled down from his chin, and from beneath the bottom of his helm.

It did not take long before a scantily clad woman, tall, slender, pale, and redheaded, approached him, a similarly built and appearing man at her shoulder. They were the first of several who wanted to hear his northerner stories.

Ten minutes passed, finding Wulfric to be the center of a dozen or so revelers. He was telling the tale of Brunnhilde, the Valkyrie that lost her status and was cast into a pit of direwolves. His audience? Enraptured, as he told the take with his voice and body.

Countries as people: World War One

@Dannyrulx
My guerrilla warfare rebellion beat your armies

Countries as people: World War One

@SillyGoy
I don't think so.

Countries as people: World War One

<Snipped quote by bluetommy2>

And America's an overly FREEDOM obsessed narcissist.

@Lady Selune

YOU CALLED?!