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The eyes are not hereThere are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms...-T.S. Eliot, from The Hollow Men
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I LOVE MARS
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El Madrid, I love your walls
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Working on Faction:Martian Front a nation rp!
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Starting work on a new thread...Hopefully up before the 1st of January. Like I said earlier, this thing probably won't get moving until after the holidays :)

@skylar@Legion02@CowboyCommando@ArenaSnow

Stay tuned...
Prothos

Prothos felt a change in the air and the light flicker as a shape entered the room. This one was a mystery to Prothos, a darkness just beyond the reach of his ancient eyes. He nodded slightly to Kelthis as the Shadowed One took a seat opposite Onheil and himself.

I must watch this one.

"Onheil has proposed my appointment as king, it is true. Let us wait for the others to join before we-ah who is that now?"

A gust of wind had blown in, scattering golden sand across the floor.

"Fortune is upon us," said Prothos softly. "Does anyone hear hornets buzzing-and Nur has arrived as well."

(Prothos smiled as Adiel complimented his companion, a tangle of slime and tentacles now quietly curled up on his lap. He whispered, "We have much to discuss at a later time, Lady of Fortune...")

Then came Aftrone, the goddes of Judgement. Prothos furrowed his brow, and finally Yngvi, the Dwarven Lord and Bigher, god of Earth.

Prothos listened carefully to the words of Yngvi, the young god was certainly enthusiastic. Bighers vote of confidence was a surprise-the God of Earth was the antithesis of Prothos-slow to change, not like the quickly shifting oceans, the earth took eons to change form. But it did not mean the god of Oceans did not like Bigher; Oceans were meaningless without a shore to crash upon.

"My thanks Bigher for your vote as well. But you surprise me Yngvi, your vote cast so quickly, and for a god who has yet to show himself! Come now, tell me what is your game O Dwarven Lord!-no rather let us drink and argue and then maybe you can pry a vote from me.."
Get your posts in guys
First post in. Not sure if I will be up for another one tonight. Mostly remaining neutral at the moment. But would like to discuss the appointments to the domains of the FOUR. Seems pretty important.

Prothos

Prothos spilled into the main hall of Illyuss, his tattered clothes transforming in a fizz of salt spray into a magnificent cerulean and jade tunic and cloak. A small octopus scurried from beneath his cloak and curled its tentacles around his strong, tanned arms. Wherever he walked a pool of salt water formed and then dried almost immediately. He strode luxuriously through the hall stopping to gaze out the tall windows to catch a glimpse of the rivers churning below. Longingly he sighed and look at his gathering brethren, the other immortals, the other gods of the world so far away, but instantly within reach. How long since he had seen them? How long since he had walked in Illyuss?

These thoughts were but a passing tide and the old god focused on the task at hand. To choose a king was an important step towards ending the chaos that plagued the world-that was true. But more important was anticipating who would be drafted as one of the four..

"Ah Onhiel good to see you again. Fancy a Hurricane for our meeting?" said Prothos, jokingly. "Ha! Of course not. Let us commence the meeting..."

Prothos sat near Onhiel. The octopus on his forearm curled around the arm rest of the large wooden chair and lay motionless. From his tunic, Prothos first pulled a large whelk and placed it on the table before him. Then he produced a foggy cylindrical glass jar of salt water, stopped with a cork in front of him. The octopus moved with surprising speed and simultaneously unstopped the jar and swiped the empty whelk shell up, pouring his master a cup of fine Lemurian sea water. Prothos smiled, moustaches twitching. "Many thanks, little brother."

Prothos was surprised at Onhiels offer of Kingship. He smiled and spoke: "My thanks Onhiel. I accept your nomination. But I will wait until our brethren have spoken to vote."



Lemuria


For the Lemurians life was continuing much as it had for ages. The fleets were at sea, trading among the coastal cities. The clergy dressed in cloaks of kelp and turbans of sea-grass gathered at their coral temples, all of the portents promising an auspicious day. An important decision was to be made, said the signs. They carried through with the ancient traditions, copying sea-charts and shucking oysters. Listening to the cries of the laughing gulls and the crashing roar of the ocean. These were the things that were always done. These were the things Prothos encouraged. But the signs showed a new age was dawning, and what would occur the priests could not tell.
Prothos

The Many Armed, The One who Was First, He of the Waves, The Watcher Beneath

Domain:Oceans, Tides and Currents, Winds, Sea life, Traders and Merchants


Indirect Ruler

Prothos influences his people indirectly. Some Lemurians even doubt his existence-much to the chagrin of his clerics and merchant rulers. Prothos will walk among his people offering insight and advice as well as creating favorable conditions for the trader fleets of Lemuria and her allies.

Appearance

Prothos is sometimes humanoid, sometimes cephalopodic. When in Lemuria he often appears as an old, weather-beaten man, with tanned and wrinkled skin from decades spent in the sun. His greying hair is salt-crusted and streaked with white. He has a short, sporadic beard on a angular but friendly face. His eyes smile like the rising sun on the ocean. He carries a gaff .(a sort of fishing spear/hook) , a hat of reeds and (however many oceans there end up being) fishing hooks. His clothes are simple and in tatters, tied with rope around the waist. His sandles are dark sun-baked leather.


In friendly foreign nations, Prothos appears as a wealthy merchant. Wise, with long white moustaches and a great head-dress of gold silk adorned with rubies. His tunic and vest are adorned in complicated patterns, geometric shapes of many shades of green, blue and red. He carries a scimitar and a bag of precious gems and a bag of gold. His boots are leather, stitched with images of seahorses and starfish. He has (however many oceans there end up being) servants who follow him.


In the lands of enemies, Prothos appears as a demon of the deep. A cephalapodic demon of enormous size, ready to snatch enemy ships and drag them to his domain below.

Personality

Prothos is many-natured, like the sea. He prefers a calm, even demeanor. He is often seen walking the beaches of his land, Lemuria carrying a days fresh catch of fish, crabs, clams and oysters, which he shares with his subjects. But he is also a strong statesmen, an able ambassador who is not afraid to protect his people on the negotiating table. His darkest side is reserved for those that would wage war on Lemurians.


WIP

Lemuria

Population:

389,000

The people of Lemuria are a sea-farring race of merchants and travellors. They are tough sailors and good fighters. They fish and collect shellfish from the shoreline. They harvest pearls from oysters and train the hawks that dot the coastline to hunt and carry messages. They are ruled by Prothos of course, but a council of the wealthiest merchants and traders. They confer with the priesthood of Prothos, but ultimately decide the civic rules and laws. The priesthood rules on civil disputes and pass judgement in accordance with Prothos' will and law. The council and the priesthood are very rarely at odds with each other.

The society in general is open and liberal. Lemurians love to sing and dance, tell stories and create art, especially art reflecting the majesty of Porthos' domain, the ocean. Lemurians are tolerant of other religions and peoples and work to create trading partners so all will prosper.


Lands



Military

The army is relatively small, as any sea-faring nations would be. The navy is very powerful with the most advanced ships and experienced captains and sailors. In the event of a war, Lemuria would open its coffers to hire mercenaries to bolster the ranks of its land forces if need be.
@End Here Henruda has companies of riflemen and grenadiers, might want to get that fixed? Gunpowder would absolutely change a lot about my navy. Need to know so I can finish up the write up.
Wait...we have firearms? I think my nation is a little nerfed. Expect some more info soon..
Not really anything new, just reposting for convenience.


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Is Rhymers claim from the interest thread still his current one? Planning out my deity/nation right now and have a completely different path to go down if that island is in fact taken.


Just haven't posted here yet. I'm on my mobile all weekend. What's your nation concept? We could work something out.
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