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Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

Reserved for my glorious Italian state! In the meantime, enjoy this lovely piece of music

The Kingdom of Plebina (WIP)

Nation Name:

The Kingdom of Plebina
Head of State, Age: King Alfonso Sebastian of Lovoure, 54
Capital: Tarantina
City Names:

• Tarantina
• Collogium
• Marsie
• Levonianum
• Jarravo
• Lilla
• Bertina
• Asslo
• Ivine
• Alessandria

Province Names:

• Scarbabeli
• Unisona
• Carra
• Lebonum
• Fussolia

Emphasis: (Please select two. Order is not important)
-- Stability.
-- Size.
-- Population.
-- Colonies.
-- Military.
-- Navy.
-- Economy.
-- Education.
-- Protectorates.
Brief History: In the Ancient times, the known world was ruled by the glorious empire that all centred around what is today known as Plebina. For centuries their culture, economy, religion and way of life dominated the continent in a way not seen since their empire collapsed over a thousand years ago.

The lands were after that split up into their own realms, and likewise happened to Plebina. It was only under the Great Tyrant that the lands of the people of Lavarotti-culture were united by force, but the Great War put an end to it. According to the Congress of Nations, the Kingdom of Plebina was established as a buffer-state, strong enough to (somewhat) resist another Grand Invasion, yet weak enough to not expand themselves. And thus the king, King Alfonso Sebastian has focused on domestic matters, bringing stability to the kingdom through stable institutions such, and the encouragement of clergic teachers for the peasents.

He will reign for a while longer, but his heir and the kingdom as a whole is feeling a sense of change. While content with their own affairs, the people at home and abroad are growing a sense of kinship to one another. For now it is tiny and under control, but who knows when such forces known as "nationalism" will grow ever stronger?

Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

@Theodorable I take that as "Sure, go ahead and unify Italy! I won't mind!", so thank you very much ;) I'll come up with a name later on.

So how's things with a map? Will you make one?

Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

I'd be more than happy to throw in my interest here, and my inspiration shall be...shall be...hold on a minute.

Ah yes, this works.

The kingdom of Sardinia-Piedmonte, the unifier of Italy and prospecting Great Power.

...as soon as the idea of a nation is created and unified under one king.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

@Vas KhaleenMind if I try you into the jail cell? ^^

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Erik Torvald Viken

Great. Not only was the woman just about to start a shoot-out in the saloon, regardless of what he and now the others surrounding her told her. Not only was the damned Indian speaking a undechipherable language, Erik swore it was French but he had no actually knowledge of it. Not only was the other man, the one with a whole in his mouth, effectivly pushing him aside even for his sheriff's star.

Oh no, the cheek-holed Southern troll face had the audacity to call him 'Boy'.

"...What did you just call me, rasshøl?"

Erik was about to turn to him, when the others spoke up to either support Erik as sheriff or warn the lady from fighting. One man raised his glass to him, to which Erik gave a quick nod before turning his attention to the problem at hand. The problem was shoved under the carpet for another second, as the Indian got his attention and saying 'Bounty'.

"...What, the one there? Look, I'm just supposed to get back the stolen cattle, not deal with your fordømte bounties, fights, racism and all that møkk! Now please, would you be so nice as to..."

Had he not been cut off by the lady suddenly striking at the Indian fellow, he would have probably tried to calm down and talk the situation back under his control - not that it had been that in the first place. But now Erik's patience was running thin, as he simply turned around and walked over to sit beside the man with the looks of a sailor.

"Faen heller, give me your strongest bourbon...And do not tell me that the sheriff can't drink..."

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Bank of the river Nile

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The conversation going on between Haakon and Josephine was pleasent enough, at least when they finally reached an area of Cairo that they didn't have to yell over. The topics were far and near, ranging from Josephine's previous and up-coming movies and once again the new technology of sound-films; other subjects were of Haakon bragging about his own accomplishments, his article he was writing and a also jumping briefly into the case of the Pharaoe's Curse.

That part was cut short as the so pain embedded his finger, his eyes not sure whether to stare at his burning finger or The Ring appearing in the river itself. "Hva fanden er detta her?" Haakon said quietly to himself, turning from the river to face Josephine, who seemingly was experiencing the same thing judging from the look in face. "The pain, you feel it too? And...the ring, in the river! No, this surely can't be real. It must be an illusion, that damned cook must have slipped something into my coffee!"

But all the talk of it being an illusion, it sure as hell didn't feel like it, and Haakon began moving down the river itself in pursuit of the ring. He began to jog, his mind forgetting about Josephine until he came to a stop again; a woman was standing before them, quickly hiding her hand just as she saw them. And for a brief second Haakon could swear that he'd seen her before, altough that surely couldn't be true? Then again, the ring and all of this surely couldn't be either, but that didn't stop the ring from being clearly visible on the Nile and the pain soaring in his hand.

But the ring was gone, just like the pain, much to Haakon's relief. The branding around his finger however brought back the fear quickly.

"Ehm...sure, nice weather..." Haakon said, giving her a confused look as he tried to piece it all together, but to no avail. He shot a look back at Josephine, whether or not she was there, and then looked back at the lady who reached out her hand. Haakon J. Elvsgaard, journalist...now this must certainly just be part of my wildest imagination, but I must ask: Did you follow that ring, the one in the river? And the museum? Well, eh...Josephine. I have a strange feeling that perhaps we should visit it too..."

Haakon took of his fedora, brushing his hand through his hair and breathing heavily, his eyes darting back and fourth as if looking for an answer. In all his years of, well just about everything he'd experienced, this really puzzled him. And not only that, it frightened him.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Well I'll be damned, looks like the Sheriff's got some brawlers to deal with. Anyone want to help?

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

Arthur Steiner

Nothing. Nothing met Dr. Dupree or young Emil Günther out in the corridor of the Damned. The sound of stepping feet approaching them came from around the corner, further up the corridor alongside the muted whispers - or weeping - from its residents. The feet came closer, the eerie feeling of some on the hunt for the unlikely due ever approaching. But once it, whatever it was had come into view, the corridor was deserted; all except the black feather just hitting the floor.

"Dupree! Günther! Where in the name of Julius Caesar have you two been?"

Arthur Steiner stood in front of Dupree and Emil as they appeared in the end of the corridor, the one leading down to the reception. Arthur was walking in a rather rapid pace down towards the duo, his hands raised above his head in a irriated manner, much like his whole body language. "Dupree, I do sincerly hope that your cause of abscense is Herr Günther..."

The gaze of his eyes dug themselves deep into those of Emil, annoyance yet curiousity brimming behind them as he saw his face; their faces. His face changed, now an inquisitive look directed towards them. "...What is it? You two look like you've seen a ghost..."

"Wait a damned minute; the last time I saw you two, you were outside...Jeremiah, what was behind that door?" Arthur suddenly grabbed Dupree and Sigurd by their shoulders, his grip surprisingly strong as if he wouldn't allow them to dissappared another time.

Jeremy Arthur Velera

Physical status: Sweating, hand shivering.
Mental status: Struggling, but keeping focus.

"Right...I'm sorry, mate, it was rather silly of me to ask for such a thing anyway."

Jeremy shoved his hands deep into his pockets, clutching them tight as he felt the shivering come back to him from the dreaded circumstances surrounding him. But he had no right to drag...whoever this man was, into the mad thoughts that were starting to fill Jeremy's mind, especially when he flat out asked him to look at a body. He turned his head in the direction he was shown, then quickly shooting his eyes back at the man once he continued speaking.

"Yes, if it wouldn't be too much to ask of you, Sir. I've never actually been at the university myself, at least not in that section. I'm afraid I'd wander off aimlessly if I don't have any help, so your company is mutually welcomed." He shot the man a smile, if a tad forced as the winter cold was starting to get to him. His body was visibly shivering, although Jeremy himself knew it was mostly his hand, clung tightly to his thigh. Yes, it was better for him to shove his thoughts over to the arrangement of his, The Lie, intead of the horrible realities he was constructing in his mind that certainly could proved a form of madness.

Jeremy pulled out his hand - the one not shivering from cold nor fear, and reached out towards Frederick with a friendly face. Jeremy. Jeremy A. Velera, please to meet you. Terribly sorry for being so brash, Sir. And you?

Lovecraftian RP?

Not going to join, but I most certianly will wish you the best of luck and have fun with the Lovecraftian world! Already running one myself, and I know you kids are going to have a blast ;)

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@T RisketGood to hear. Still thinking of coming back?