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

I'll post tomorrow, I've been quite busy with reading for my lectures and (sadly) getting into another RP. But I have not abandoned you, my friends and fellow cowboys (+ girl)!

Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

Kingdom of Plebina

Turn 1 - October 1814 to March 1815

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The warming sun haning high up on the sky was a welcoming sight to all citizens of the Kingdom of Plebina. While the coming winter was much harser further north on the continent, the still kind sun gave a pleasent autumn breeze to everyone across the land, especially those lucky enough to live a the coast. But the pleasent weather also symbolized something else, something much greater than just a nice autumn day;

It symbolized the happy ending of a turbulent season of war, death, destruction and madness that the war waged by The Civitan Imperium had caused. While the end of many Plebian soldiers' lives, it had also caused a change of minds and culture in the Kingdom, though luckily that had been put an end to earlier that year. Still, ideals were easier to bury than to kill, but that was tale for another day. For now, the citizens of the Kingdom of Plebina could rest with a sigh of relief that peace had once again returned to the land.

Perhaps more than others was King Alfonso Sebastian I, who had only returned to his homeland a few months earlier after the revolutionary forces' retreat. For many years he'd lived in exile, but was now overjoyed to return to the home he'd sadly left in hopes of one day returning. And thanks to the Congress of Nations, he was confident that his kingdom, his home and the home of his subjects would be untouched by the perils of war for a while longer.

But what after that? Could such devilish plot like another revolution take place again? Could it happen here, in his very motherland? These thoughts raced through his mind as he walked through the crowded corridors of the Royal Palace in Tarrantia, windows on his right overlooking the splendour of the ocean and the sun, fishermen and traders doing their lot in life. A gentleman, wearing a white wig and red governmental clothes managed to bump into the King, and hastily bowed for his Majesty and apologized. King Alfonso turned quietly around, staring at the man silently before looking out the window and finding a smile on his face.

"We would most certainly have bumped into yourself, taking the beautiful view of the ocean into consideration. It's not every day One truly appreciates the wonders of this land. Now be careful where you walk next time, you have better things to do than to stall Your Majesty."

King Alfonso did not wait for a reply, and simply turned back to walk down the corridor again before turning right to a pair of large doors, guarded by two Royal Guards; he actually recognized them as survivors of their last stand outside the city 11 years ago. In an orderly fashion and manner practiced over many years, they presented their arms and proceeded to open the large doors for their King, who himself saluted them and entered.

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"Gentlemen!"

The room which King ALfonso entered, was a large room with a tall roof, large glass windows facing out into a massive courtyard which was the Palace's front entrance, guarded by plenty of Royals Guards and others alike. The room was brightly lit, mostly by the sunlight itself and the reflections for a large mirror at one wall. At the other wall was a painting stretching all across the wall, depicting a scene from the glory days of the Ancient Empire that once ruled those lands, now long go and a far echo from the present. In the middle stood a long, wooden table, chairs surrounding it and a throne-like chair at the very end, facing the massive doors.

All the men that had previously been sitting around the table and talking amongst themselves, now shot up from their comfortable seats to greet His Majesty as he entered the room, meeting the eyes of everyone present as he walked past them. "Please, be seated. We have plenty of work to do, my friends." The king said calmly, sitting down at his designated chair and smiling at all his men. "So, let us commence the first proper meeting of government since peace once again returned to our lands. Bellino, would you be so kind as to start?"

A tall man, clearly balding but with a fine comb-over slyly trying to hide said baldness, stood up and bowed for the King, before turning to the other men sitting around the table. Manfredo Bellio was the foreign minister. -"Very well, Your Majesty. Gentlemen, honoured members of His Royal Highness, King ALfonso I of Plebina's government. As we are all aware, You Your Majesty best of us all, the Great War made formal diplomatic relations with our neighbours unfortunatly difficult. Now we can all rest assured that he Congress of Nations made peace possibly and permanent, but the same cannot be said for our foreign standing, especially with our largest neighbour."

"The Kingdom of Boccia." The King calmly commented. The foreign minister turned quickly, if a bit surprised but quickly regaining his wits.

-"Yes, Your Majesty, Boccia. They too felt the scorn of the Great War, and they too were joyful of the lasting peace we are enjoying now. But our relations have been severly hindered because of the lack of a proper diplomatic channel of communications."

"And I assume you are about to propose I give you my blesssing to open said...what did you call it, diplomatic channel?"

-"You're just as wise as you've ever been, Your Highness. Seen as we are both dutyful members of the Imperial Tsardom, an action such as opening an embassy would only be benifital for us all. We and the Kingdom of Buccia have been on friendly terms for years, not like the time of open rivarly before, and so a segmentation of our future friendship should be a priority.!

"Very well, you have my support in said endevour. Let it be written down and confirmed, and let us all hope our friendship grows in the coming years. You may be seated."

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"Mr. Moscaritolo, I believe you have been eager to speak through this whole session?"

The meeting had already gone on for about 45 minutes when The King ordered his Minister of the Interior to speak, to which said man did. He was a younger looking man, easily the youngest in the whole room with his still not balding head and vivid mustache fitting his face. Lazzaro Moscaritolo was his name, and he had a still long career ahead of him, which meant that he took his job all the more seriously.

-"Your Excellence, thank you for your patience. We have all dicussed and come to agreement on many important areas of this country's future, but I must add one more detail to this; With the retreating Revolutionary Army fleeing Plebina, several of the main roads were badly damaged. Partly due to the army being on a fighting retreat, and partly due to them intently saboutaging them in order to help their advance."

"But most of the roads have been repaired, have they not? The farmers and other rural inhabitants have the traditional road-maintainence work laid out for them, do they not?"

-"Yes, Your Majesty, but sadly not all. In fact, one road in particular should be duly noted..." Moscaritolo produced a map from his bag, resciding behind his chair and now layed out in front of the King himself to look. An area in the north-western part of the map had been circled out. "As you will see, Your Royal Highness, the city of Lilla lacks any major infrastructure connecting it to the rest of the country. The road was badly maintained during the War, and the mountainous terrain has made repairing it quite impossibly by the peasents alone."

"...So Lazzaro, is there anything that can be done to eliminate this problem? I cannot imagine what life must be trying to reach Lilla without any major roads leading there."

-"There is; simply put, Your Highness, I would like to ask for the funding of a governmental construction-project to repair said road; possibly even improving in such a way that it will last longer than the previous route. Would that be possible, Your Majesty?"

No one dared interrupt or object the proposal by the Minister, seen as their saying had little effect to the decision King Alfonso would make, unless asked for their opinion. The King quietly nodded, reaching for a pen and signing the same map he had been given earlier. "Give me the proper documentation for me to sign later, this will work as a reminder for now."

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The session of Govermnet was coming to a close, 'finally' many of the members of Government would think to themselves as the sun was slowly setting and leaving the large room more and more in darkness. Lamps and candles were brought in to give some light, though many were already getting ready to leave. The King seemed like-minded, until he caught a hand raised up just in the corner of his eye. "Yes?"

The balding man rose, the man who had brought up the first topic of the session actually; the Foreign Minister, Manfredo Bellio. -"May I bring up one last matter for us to attend to?"

The other men sitting around the table, including the King himself gave a look of surprise at him. For the first time in the whole day, someone had not adressed King Alfonso with a proper title. The room was silent for a moment, people looking back and forth between the King and Bellio, before King Alfonso broke the silence.

"If you remember to adress me properly next time, then please, let us hear this last matter of yours, Manfredro."

-"Eh...of course, Your Majesty, of course. I am terribly sorry..."

"I asked for your topic, not for an apology."

-"Of course, Your Highness. Anyway, trade is something else that the War sadly hampered, and the effects are still felt to this day. While trade is slowly coming back to their normal levels of wealth, I am under the opinion that we should perhaps help it on its course."

"...What do you propose then, Sir. Bellio?"

-"A trade agreement. Specifically with the Kingdom of Kalpia, Your Majesty. There are several goods that are in high demand in Plebina, while the same can be said for them and our goods. While only traders from both our kingdom and theirs have mentioned this, I believe a direct iniative from our goverment to theirs would be benitifial for us all."

"You know I have never been excellent with money or trade, Mr. Bellio, so I put my trust in you and your expertise in this matter. If no-one objects to the proposal of a trade agreement between the Kingdom of Plebina and the Kingdom of Kalpia..."

No one raised their voice, their hands or eyebrows, only looked at each other and quietly gave their nods of agreement.

"...then I suggest you write said proposal and offers it to a Kalpian diplomat. But first I would like to congratulate us all on this grand session of Goverment. Finally the Kingdom of Plebina is back on due corse, just like Almighty God and Fate herself intended it to be. This session of Govermnet is over, and the Council is dimissed."

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The whole room was quickly emptied, leaving only the King and a seemingless advisor alone standing at the window, looking out.

"Tell me, what is your opinion of Tarazzo?"

-"The Free City of Tarazzo? Well, they're famous for their culture, especially their operas and litterature."

"And the Osladian Empire?"

-"...I don't think I'm fully following you, my King."

"No...no it's nothing, I was simply trodding in my own thoughts. But perhaps I should make a royal visit to their opera houses?"

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- Action 1: Increase relation with Kingdom of Boccia (+3 Relations)
- Action 2: Build Road - Collogium to Lilla (-35 Economic Rating)
- Action 3: Trade Agreement with Kingdom of Kalpia @Murtox (+11 Economic Rating/year)
- Naval Ship Assignment - Merchant escort
- [Demobilization] - [Mobilization]
- Research Priorities:

• Army (Medium)
• Navy (Medium)
• Industry (Low)
• Social thought (Normal)
• Economics (Medium)

Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

@Theodorable Next to me first National Decision, it say I must spend 10 Political Power. What does that mean? Do I have to enact the decision and then let in run for 10 turns, or is Political Power another stat that is randomly generated?

Also, how does "Agression" work? The same national decision says I will gain 5 Agression for enacting it, so I take it as something akin to "Agressive Expansion"?

Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

@TheodorableWould it be possible for you to add who's controlling each nation in the Character Thread? I might just be fussy, but I'd like to easily see who's who without having to go back and forth in the OOC to check :P

RPGN Rebirth: Issue #1 10/10/2016

Good read I must say, a guild such as ours surely needs its own magazine so I thought this was excellent!

But as to what got me into forum roleplaying? Now that is asking me to dig far back in my brain. But I remember my first time was when a friend of mine convinced me to join a Harry Potter forum, where you would play as a pupil at Hogwarts, go to classes and find friends and all that fancy jazz. Firstly I have to admit that I didn't know squat (and sadly still don't) about the HP-universe, so I did a whole lot of google-ing to not stand too much out.

I think I stayed there because of the friends I got and actually liked talking with, but eventually the endless fun and possibilities of playing a fictional character got to me.

So the short answer I guess would be; I like talking with the other players and discuss everything from real-life politics or which way the toilet paper should be placed (outwards, of course...), to playing a character in an universe where everything is possible and endless adventures await. It's like writing a book, only that you're actively part of it.

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

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Bank of the river Nile ---> Egyptian Museum

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"Then I'd rather go now, this is certainly not nor..."

Haakon had felt pain before in his life, both the kind of pain one just sucks up and keeps quiet about, and the kind where you swear worse than a Norwegian sailor from the north and just want to die. The latter he'd experienced at first hand working in the factory after having nearly had his arm crushed under a large roll of paper, which was also the last time he'd silently prayed to God for help. The first he'd experienced in München, Germany after having been punched right in the face by a national socialist hooligan who found Haakon's presence and questioning rather annoying. Oh yes, Haakon had felt pain.

But he had never felt like a cow being branded by a glowingly hot iron rod, at least that's what he thought this would feel like.

Swallowing his words, he tightly grabbed his finger as the pain suddenly reemerged where the branding was. Or had he simply been too shocked by the Ring in the river and had his mind set on the lady also seeing it to have noticed it? Odd, for he thought that he would surely have felt it since he was now biting his teeth together and feeling tears drop down his cheeks.

"Ouh...what in the name of God is this?" he managed to mutter before he found himself silently gasping in pain, looking down at the finger. He now noticed the small drops of blood on the ground, which he realized came from his finger and the branding. If he had been frightened before, he was now seriously questioning his health and sanity, this going well beyond any logical explaination that he could think of. Not that he managed to think all that much, the pain was reeling through him now more than before.

The lady, Miss Kingston she called herself, was already well on her way down the Nile once Haakon realized it. Giving Josephine a quick glance, he did his outmust to not think about the pain - a silly thought taking the sheer pain into account - and push himself into walking after her. And before he knew it, he was following Miss Kingston through the door and into the museum's reception as she was asking someone - anyone - for assistance.

"...Miss Munn, she might be qualified enough for that, I think. And please, I'm starting to fear that I will tear my finger right off if this continues!"

Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

Kingdom of Plebina

Spring of 1803
Outskirts of Tarantina...

"Fire!"

The roar of the cannons echoed through the air, only to be cut short by the responding sound of gunfire, screams of men in pain and the ever-going tune of a regimantal horn-blower. The cannons reloaded, though they arsenal of cannon balls were rapidly shrinking for every shot fired at the enemy. And further down the fields outside of the city, things weren't looking any brighter. King Alfonso saw this, clear as day, and yet he was somewhat accepting his fate.

Ever since the revolutionary uproar over a decade ago, he and his council had been growing concerned about the prosect of an invasion. The Civitian Republic, now led by the Great tyrant himself called for the "Need to spread the Revolution to all peoples of the continent. King Alfonso and everyone else knew better, and the invasion didn't come a surprise.

It was the very scale of it and the clearly visible success of the Revolutionary Army that frightened them.

Four weeks had passed since the first skirmish began, and now the forces of the Civitian Republic was knocking the capital, while King Alfonso was doing his outmost to repel the invasion. He had ordered his generals, advisors, admirals, clerks, everyone to ready as many troops as possible in the last-ditch attempt at stopping the Tranian juggernaut. And it all came to a grand finale there, outside the city where King Alfonso had been born, grown up and reigned his country as he thought best.

"General Halfi! How is the situation at the southern flank?" King Alfonso put down his telescope and turned to the gentleman riding up to him, blood running from his forehead. "My God, you're hurt!"

-"Your Highness, I am afraid the situation is rapidly deteriorating; 1st and 6th Royal Guards have lost most of their men, 5th and 31st have retreated against my orders, and the remaining regiments are desperatly fighting to hold the mill and bakery..."

"How much longer can you hold then, General Halfi?"

The bloodied gentleman didn't answer, simply staring blankly into the eyes of his King and taking a last deep breath before falling of his horse. The King rushed off his own horse, grabbing his general and trying to shake him awake. Nothing.

"Ave Maria....May God have mercy on your soul, Silvio Halfi. You served your country well."

The sound of distant gunfire had by now been replaced by the visible silluetes of soldiers wearing the enemy's uniforms. King Alfonso stood up, taking one last look at battlefield in front of him, thinking hard on his next move. His forces were bloodied, close to routing in the face of such overwhelming force; on the other hand the capital would pose the last point of resistance to the invading Revolutionary Army, and thus effectivly announcing the Plebian defeat: His defeat.

"General Bergamon, I order you to take General Halfi's horse and give the order of retreat to the southern flank."

-"...My liege?"

"You heard me, Marsi. Retreat the men into the city alongside the rest of the army, we cannot seriously hope to beat them in open combat like this. It's a massacre already, and I will not tolerate it."

-"...Even if it means we concede defeat?"

"Yes, even that. If, and when Tarantia falls into enemy hands, we will have already evacuated the government, my family, the treasury and everything else not bolted to the floor. The Civitian Republic might have won the battle of Plebina, but the war shall continue until we've been granted victory by God's hand! Maybe not tomorrow, or next spring, but someday we shall march home as victors. Now follow my order, or I will be forced to do it myself!"

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The Kingdom of Plebina was officially defeated by the Civitian Republic a few months later, before being integrated into a larger Lavarotti Union. The Royal Family, alongside the government, General Staff and many others managed to flee the country and continue the fight against the "godless revolutionaries" until peace once again returned to the continent. But the ideals of the revoltion had left its ideals behind, and so the seeds for future troubles were planted.

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

@FantasyChicWho's Diana?

Age of Nations [Post 1815 to 1915 RP]

Buffer state, Kingdom of Plebina, circa 1815

@Theodorable

Uuuuh, I like the map very much! Just a question: what is my population? How large is my army, my navy and my economy? I was under the impression that you would give us that :/

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

@SigurdHe is very much so. Prepare for more...well, whatever it is Arthur does!

@RBYDarkOh really? Check again.