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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady AmaltheaJust for future reference, does that apply for us all? :)

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@SlothBtw, it could be cool if there was a bitter rivalry between our two realms, seen as you clearly think your weapons and armour were made by me :p

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Newnan Hospital

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Air, fresh spring air hit Alexander's face. As the old man walked through the decaying doors of Piedmont Hospital, his first instinct was to listen to his surroundings for anything; footsteps, breathing, moaning or gunfire as of lately, but nothing came within range of his ears. Perhaps he was just too old to hear properly, assisted by the continuing gunfire and artillery shaking his whole body many years ago? But for now, all was silent. So instead he sat down at the staircase, breathing in the cold spring air and enjoying it for a brief moment.

For a split second, the old man fooled himself into thinking life was actually worth it. He opened his eyes, perhaps hoping to see that everything was alright again. But he saw smoke. No, not smoke.

Several pillars of smoke.

Alexander rose up from the staircase, taking several steps towards the remarkable sight. He stood there speechless for a good ten seconds, before breaking the silence. "What the hell is that?" he asked himself, wondering if he was imaginating it. But the growling and tiny pain in his stomach argued against that notion, though this only made him even more focused on the smoke. Smoke meant fire, and fire meant - mostly - people. More smoke meant more people, and several different pillars of smoke might mean organized people. But what should he do? Follow it? He had no idea of knowing if they were good or bad people, or if it was indeed people at all.

The old man looked back at the hospital again, his eyes wandering up towards the roof of the building. If he only had a way of seeing the smoke from the roof of the hospital.

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

@SigurdAre you insinuating that you feel betrayed? Because that can be arranged ;)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@CaitsGood luck with your exam, go kick its ass!

Children of the Greatfather

@SlothIf you as much as send the Trolls an inch across our borders, we'll do something to them worse than death.

We'll sell them second-hand cheese graters, with too small holes!

Why We Fight? (WWII with superpowers)

@Oak7reeHow do you wish us to proceed now? Post how we prepare for the mission or what we do just as the mission in New York begins?

Children of the Greatfather

@DeadbeatWalkingGood thing I was writing my Nation Sheet while you made that comment :P Hope mine will be sufficient.

Children of the Greatfather

Jarldom of Havnigardr

Realm Name: The Jarldom of Havnigardr

Realm Master:

Jorleif Havnigardson

Jarl of Havnigardr - The Merchant King

"Steel and blood might conquer the wealth of the world, but trade and skill creates wealth into the world."

Master's Biography:

The Jarl of Havnigardr, Jorleif Havnigardrson, is both the symbolic and de-facto leader of the Jarldom of Havnifardr. The man, not in his late 40's, is an impressive man with his height a head taller than most Magnar-born men, long brown hair and strong hands. Most people would assume that Jarl Jorleif was a feared warrior-chief who slew his enemies with an animalistic ferocity. They are wrong, as Jarl Jorleif have never been a man of the axe, even though he's been forced to wield it on several occations; instead he is a man of the anvil, the sea and of the never-ending cycle of a merchant's life. He spent his childhood and early adulthood both in the blacksmith's workshop and out on sea, travelling far and near conducting trade both with his own wares and others.

As the traditions of Havnigardr demands, the heir to the Throne is decided by the various merchant families in Havnigardr. The royal election is quite simple, really; the son of the previous Jarl with the largest amount of wealth, is elected the new Jarl. Two factors play into who becomes the new Jarl; diligence and actual hard work put into the making and gathering of the wealth, and the merchant families' definition of what wealth is. This gives the various, powerful merchant families even more power in deciding who becomes their new leader. The current Jarl, Jarl Jorleif Havnigardson, is kind in character, and unlike his comperable rulers of Magnar prefers to solve troubles with words rather than the axe.

Though when that fails, one will learn to fear him and his axe.

Realm History:

On the eastern shores of Magnar, tucked neatly away in the largest bay along the coast, lies the realm of Havnigardr. The story of Havnigardr goes far back to the very start of History itself, all the way back to the Greatfather and one of his sons; Brynjar Havni. Brynjar was the second youngest of the Greatfather's sons, and thus one of the least cared for; he was neither the oldest and strongest, nor the youngest and most loved, turning Brynjar into one labouring hard for his father's acceptance.

The legend goes that no matter what Brynjar did to impress his father, he was never given that fatherly acknowledgement that a son needs from his father. He hunted animals, smithed the finest weapons, crafted the finest pieces of jewerly and found the strangest of excotic wares, but nothing gave him the attention he craved. This lack of attention only helped to fuel the anger that burned within him, reaching its climax after the Greatfather left and the great strife between the Six Sons began; the so-called Blood War.

Brynjar was banished to the eastern shores of Magnar, setting up his own little jarldom centered around the skills his father didn't apprieciate in him; craftmansship and trade. He named his realm Havnigardr after the many harbours constructed in his centre of the realm, Fartstad. Here wares and peoples from all over Magnar, and sometimes the outside world would travel to buy and sell wares, slaves and sometimes just a little bit of information or the comfort of fair women.

Havnigardr was the first to encounter the Thalasans, the first to trade with them and the first to fall victim to their armies. While many Havnigardians fled north alongside their Magnarian brethren, some remained to continue what could be a lucrative business with what they saw as their new Thalasanian overlords and others simply remained to watch after their family's property. Once the Thalasans were driven off Magnar and the Havnigardians returned, they found a better-developed realm than before, yet somewhat alien to them. Over time however, this new culture intertvined with their own culture to give birth to what is today known as Havnigardr.

Today Havnigardr is renowned. Not for their fine weapons, armour or ships, that's the speciality of Seohli and Steindahl. Havnigardr is instead known for their highly-skilled artisans, tool-smiths and charismatic traders; sometimes even skilled sailors come from Havnigardr, skilled in navigation, seamanship and the arts of diplomacy, personalized in Jarl Jorleif. This is why they witness their coming exodus from their native homeland with a heavy sadness, but also with oppertunistic eyes as they may now sell their wares to other peoples across the seas.

Realm Seat:

Fartstad

Realm Boundaries/Location:

Havnigardr's realm stretched across the eastern coast of Magnar, east from the river running beside Greathearth and just north across the next river, known as Langelv. Havnigardr might be one, if not the highest populated realm in Magnar, though that is partly due to Havnigardr's long border.