Glad I saw this in the NS area. If you don't mind, I'll claim that southern land. I don't really need the forest incase the elven player returns.
Enjoy my Calvary.
Enjoy my Calvary.
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Capitol: Ehren
Northern City: Macht
Eastern City: Schwere
Southern City: Gewalt
Western City: Sulze
House Ehren
His Majesty, King Baldur the Good, 40, Sovereign, has maintained a good and stable reign. A warrior of renown and a good judge of men, although too passionate for his own good.
Her Majesty, Queen Consort Marina, 32, Wife, in love with Baldur and a former beauty.
His Royal Highness, Prince Wolfram the Third, 20, Son, wants to give Runvall economic and administrative reform
His Highness, Prince Franz the Second, 18, Son, wants to be an adventurer and fix the world's problems.
Her Highness, Princess Alicia, 18, Daughter, downright gorgeous and wants to get married. Twin of Franz.
Her Highness, Princess Renate, 13, Daughter, precious gem of Baldur and still innocent.
His Highness, Prince Swen the Griffin, 35, Brother, wants to gain his own title and form an elite order even among the elite. Celibate.
People
Almost completely humans.
History
Runvall was originally a few independent farming towns out in the unclaimed wilderness. A thousand years ago, dragons and all sorts of mythical beasts started to show up out of no where and terrorize the villagers. Knights and adventurers came to the area, seeking to make a living by fixing the peasant's problems. Over time 5 major forts of operation were built to act as bases of operation in purging the lang of great beasts. Eventually merchants and other peasants started to build up cities around these areas and seek a profit by maintaining the forts. This built friendship and dependence on both sides of their relationship and the values that define Runvall to this day.
Generations passed and eventually the vast majority of the great beasts were driven out or slain, and there was much rejoicing. The question of "now what?" arose. The knights could go home, but after spending two hundred years purging the darkness of Runvall they realized Runvall was home. The knights could go conquer, but they were tired of fighting. So the knights stayed with their keeps and continued doing what they had always done - keeping the land clear of darkness, fighting bandits, or going off elsewhere and then coming back home with their paycheck. Eventually leaders for each of the forts were elected based on deeds, and the forts combined into Runvall.
Over time government developed, and due to the continuous state of peace the land developed into a healthy society where farmers could profit, knights could be just, and infrastructure could be developed. Recently however, a debt has hit the throne because of a drought that passed through the land. Taking out loans to support the peasant class and prevent mass starvation was worthwhile, but expensive.
Traditions & Culture
Defend those who cannot defend themselves! Triumph over those who wish to spread darkness! If we stay stalwart in our conviction, we will make this world good!
Military
The Runvall military is well equiped, trained, and motivated. While smaller than most armies, they can pack a punch if used with an ally. Alone, Runvall faces several difficulties.
The only peasants that fight with the Runvall army are the archery corp. While well equipped and somewhat trained, they are by no means re-known. About two thirds of the army in wartime is filled with longbow levies trained to shoot in volleys and provide support for the knights.
Everyone else who fights is a knight. They have a strong military tradition focused around chivalry, loyalty, and honor. Incredibly motivated by the Task, their morale is intense. This is the major feature of the Runvall military and is what makes it a pain in the neck to fight.
First, the knights have Rankorian horses. These horses, possibly spawned by magic, are difficult to compare to normal horses. They can carry heavy armor without a problem, can be aggressive, and can go incredibly fast.
The knights usually charge first with lances, capable of shattering all but the most elite heavy infantry. Then they fight with heater shields and longswords, using the horses and their maneuverability to their advantage. Killing a knight on one of these horses is a difficult task - the knight and horse are both wearing full plate armor to help deflect arrows.
When fully armored, it is difficult but possible for opposing light horsemen to be able to catch up to these heavy knights. However, you still have to kill these elites. Seriously don't bother running away. If necessary a horn will be sounded and the knights will return to get new lances and once again do an incredible charge.
Runvall also runs excellent supply caravans in peacetime, and that practice helps with wartime as well. The ability to keep troops well fed and watered is something Runvall is known for - many armies have to pillage the land they are in to sustain themselves, but the caravans of Runvall make that unnecessary for the knights. Overall, the knights make the Runvall military maneuverable, devastating, and quick to get around.
One of the reasons that Runvall is able to maintain off of caravans though is that the army is small. Compared to a nation of it's size, Runvall only has about 70% of their numbers. This helps keep coffers full and peasants from dying, but makes maintaining a drawn out battle somewhat of a challenge.
Additionally, the job of the knights is to defend the weak. That means not sending the weak in front of you as infantry as cannon-fodder. The Runvall infantry consists of knights whose horses have died on the field of battle and are forcing a fair fight from the ground.
Finally, Runvall has no experiences with siege warfare - this kingdom was made in peace, not conquest. While the castles and forts of the old orders are incredibly strong, offensively Runvall has no idea about what to do.
These weaknesses force Runvall to work with an ally to be able to hold ground or take land. Luckily, Runvall has a good reputation as an ally and can be depended upon for cavalry support.
Economy
Reputation
Known as honorable to a fault, a dependable ally in both peace and war, and a bit out of place in this world.
The Honorable Kingdom of Runvall
Capitol: Ehren
Northern City: Macht
Eastern City: Schwere
Southern City: Gewalt
Western City: Sulze
House Ehren
His Majesty, King Baldur the Good, 40, Sovereign, has maintained a good and stable reign. A warrior of renown and a good judge of men, although too passionate for his own good.
Her Majesty, Queen Consort Marina, 32, Wife, in love with Baldur and a former beauty.
His Royal Highness, Prince Wolfram the Third, 20, Son, wants to give Runvall economic and administrative reform
His Highness, Prince Franz the Second, 18, Son, wants to be an adventurer and fix the world's problems.
Her Highness, Princess Alicia, 18, Daughter, downright gorgeous and wants to get married. Twin of Franz.
Her Highness, Princess Renate, 13, Daughter, precious gem of Baldur and still innocent.
His Highness, Prince Swen the Griffin, 35, Brother, wants to gain his own title and form an elite order even among the elite. Celibate.
People
Almost completely humans.
History
Runvall was originally a few independent farming towns out in the unclaimed wilderness. A thousand years ago, dragons and all sorts of mythical beasts started to show up out of no where and terrorize the villagers. Knights and adventurers came to the area, seeking to make a living by fixing the peasant's problems. Over time 5 major forts of operation were built to act as bases of operation in purging the lang of great beasts. Eventually merchants and other peasants started to build up cities around these areas and seek a profit by maintaining the forts. This built friendship and dependence on both sides of their relationship and the values that define Runvall to this day.
Generations passed and eventually the vast majority of the great beasts were driven out or slain, and there was much rejoicing. The question of "now what?" arose. The knights could go home, but after spending two hundred years purging the darkness of Runvall they realized Runvall was home. The knights could go conquer, but they were tired of fighting. So the knights stayed with their keeps and continued doing what they had always done - keeping the land clear of darkness, fighting bandits, or going off elsewhere and then coming back home with their paycheck. Eventually leaders for each of the forts were elected based on deeds, and the forts combined into Runvall.
Over time government developed, and due to the continuous state of peace the land developed into a healthy society where farmers could profit, knights could be just, and infrastructure could be developed. Recently however, a debt has hit the throne because of a drought that passed through the land. Taking out loans to support the peasant class and prevent mass starvation was worthwhile, but expensive.
Traditions & Culture
Defend those who cannot defend themselves! Triumph over those who wish to spread darkness! If we stay stalwart in our conviction, we will make this world good!
Military
The Runvall military is well equiped, trained, and motivated. While smaller than most armies, they can pack a punch if used with an ally. Alone, Runvall faces several difficulties.
The only peasants that fight with the Runvall army are the archery corp. While well equipped and somewhat trained, they are by no means re-known. About two thirds of the army in wartime is filled with longbow levies trained to shoot in volleys and provide support for the knights.
Everyone else who fights is a knight. They have a strong military tradition focused around chivalry, loyalty, and honor. Incredibly motivated by the Task, their morale is intense. This is the major feature of the Runvall military and is what makes it a pain in the neck to fight.
First, the knights have Rankorian horses. These horses, possibly spawned by magic, are difficult to compare to normal horses. They can carry heavy armor without a problem, can be aggressive, and can go incredibly fast.
The knights usually charge first with lances, capable of shattering all but the most elite heavy infantry. Then they fight with heater shields and longswords, using the horses and their maneuverability to their advantage. Killing a knight on one of these horses is a difficult task - the knight and horse are both wearing full plate armor to help deflect arrows.
When fully armored, it is difficult but possible for opposing light horsemen to be able to catch up to these heavy knights. However, you still have to kill these elites. Seriously don't bother running away. If necessary a horn will be sounded and the knights will return to get new lances and once again do an incredible charge.
Runvall also runs excellent supply caravans in peacetime, and that practice helps with wartime as well. The ability to keep troops well fed and watered is something Runvall is known for - many armies have to pillage the land they are in to sustain themselves, but the caravans of Runvall make that unnecessary for the knights. Overall, the knights make the Runvall military maneuverable, devastating, and quick to get around.
One of the reasons that Runvall is able to maintain off of caravans though is that the army is small. Compared to a nation of it's size, Runvall only has about 70% of their numbers. This helps keep coffers full and peasants from dying, but makes maintaining a drawn out battle somewhat of a challenge.
Additionally, the job of the knights is to defend the weak. That means not sending the weak in front of you as infantry as cannon-fodder. The Runvall infantry consists of knights whose horses have died on the field of battle and are forcing a fair fight from the ground.
Finally, Runvall has no experiences with siege warfare - this kingdom was made in peace, not conquest. While the castles and forts of the old orders are incredibly strong, offensively Runvall has no idea about what to do.
These weaknesses force Runvall to work with an ally to be able to hold ground or take land. Luckily, Runvall has a good reputation as an ally and can be depended upon for cavalry support.
Economy
Reputation
Known as honorable to a fault, a dependable ally in both peace and war, and a bit out of place in this world.
@The New Yorker@Deadnaut Then I'll wait for you two before I get rolling. Anyways, you two get to have the initial reaction to the giant XD
I should have a post up later today.
Your choice weather or not you ever show yourself. I just think a fifty foot tall giant playing ninja is hilarious.
@McHaggis@The New Yorker@Deadnaut
RP is going! Where are ya'll?
Blood-Mane is currently hiding and following us (probably. The stealthy giant -.-) so I'd like to see you guys get a little content up!
RP is going! Where are ya'll?
Blood-Mane is currently hiding and following us (probably. The stealthy giant -.-) so I'd like to see you guys get a little content up!
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Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
@Strawberry425
In regards to your discussion on Advanced RPing -
I come to and fro from the guild every once in a while. As I've grown up (I joined back in 2009, or maybe earlier) my writing has improved considerably (Partially due to maturity, partially due to AP English). I used to struggle at writing at a casual level, but now writing as a character I can pull off advanced.
I think the issues are really as follows-
1. No one pays attention to the 18+ rules. I sure as hell didn't. Lots of people here are probably the good writer in their friend group, and get 100s on every English assignment. I never was. But there is simply no way a fourteen year old no matter how talented can write at what was considered the advanced level. At that age the chances you've been in an actually serious relationship are small, you feel like your the only one whos experiencing what's going on in your life, and you are most likely confused. It is really hard to roleplay well when you have NO life experience. While logically many fourteen year olds know this, they don't really believe or understand it. In some ways, the snobiness of the old guild kept this out.
2. Being able to roleplay at an advanced level does not mean you can GM at an advanced level. I've realized recently I can't, and I probably should train my GM abilities at a lower level where quick posting will let me get a lot of experience.
3. A lack of patience. Partially tied into point 1. Rps where people post about once a week have great quality. It gives people plenty of time for others to think about a response, write that response, and then sleep on it. When you come back the next day chances are you will fix the post up considerably and the quality will be much higher as a result. I really think this is the biggest difference between high-cas and advanced as categories. Length isn't what makes advanced, and you should have character development by high casual. What makes a post advanced is being willing to come back the next day an improve the quality.
In regards to your discussion on Advanced RPing -
I come to and fro from the guild every once in a while. As I've grown up (I joined back in 2009, or maybe earlier) my writing has improved considerably (Partially due to maturity, partially due to AP English). I used to struggle at writing at a casual level, but now writing as a character I can pull off advanced.
I think the issues are really as follows-
1. No one pays attention to the 18+ rules. I sure as hell didn't. Lots of people here are probably the good writer in their friend group, and get 100s on every English assignment. I never was. But there is simply no way a fourteen year old no matter how talented can write at what was considered the advanced level. At that age the chances you've been in an actually serious relationship are small, you feel like your the only one whos experiencing what's going on in your life, and you are most likely confused. It is really hard to roleplay well when you have NO life experience. While logically many fourteen year olds know this, they don't really believe or understand it. In some ways, the snobiness of the old guild kept this out.
2. Being able to roleplay at an advanced level does not mean you can GM at an advanced level. I've realized recently I can't, and I probably should train my GM abilities at a lower level where quick posting will let me get a lot of experience.
3. A lack of patience. Partially tied into point 1. Rps where people post about once a week have great quality. It gives people plenty of time for others to think about a response, write that response, and then sleep on it. When you come back the next day chances are you will fix the post up considerably and the quality will be much higher as a result. I really think this is the biggest difference between high-cas and advanced as categories. Length isn't what makes advanced, and you should have character development by high casual. What makes a post advanced is being willing to come back the next day an improve the quality.
The Exemplar and the Dark Prince are feeling lonely!
Our first encounter.
At the suggestion from Fyldren that it was just an avalanche, the dwarf, wizard, and ranger headed inside along with their apprentices. They never realized that there was a giant outside of the castle, or if the ranger did she didn't say anything about it. They trusted the elf's abilities to understand nature, and if she said nothing was strange Acamen wasn't going to argue that something was.
Acamen held a small feast for all the heroes, and aside from some small exchanges of dialogue the dinner was mostly silent. Partially because they would be setting out early the next day, and partially because a bloodthirsty vampire sat at the table, but mostly because they were all hungry after a weary journey through the endless wasteland.
The night passed without any incident, and when morning arrived the party set off. The heroes made with haste northward, knights of darkness and paladins of light guarding the left and right sides of the caravan respectively. In the middle were several carts containing supplies, along with a seemingly massive stock of strong ale. When questioned, Acamen stated that he carried the alcohol with them because 'they would need it later'.
The skies continued to snow endlessly, with two small figures watching from above. The Angel and Phoenix seemed to be at odds with each other still, probably because they were both proud creatures by nature. But no further conflict had occurred, which her father was thankful for.
The adventurers topped the crest of a small hill, but Acamen couldn't see beyond the inside of his wagon. Engrossed in his books, he still sought a way to strike down two of the challengers. He hadn't been lucky so far, and his sources were becoming less and less reliable.
The black flap of the wagon opened, and his daughter stumbled in, collapsing on the floor immediately. The sound of snoring filled the wagon, and Acamen couldn't suppress a small grin. This is probably where I'm supposed to call her an angel, but this is probably the only time she acts like one... Still, he was impressed. Checking his watch, the mage of light noticed that his daughter had been up there for twenty two hours straight.
The Brilliant gold peeked his head outside of the tent, checking on the other flying party member. She's still up there. Do phoenixes really possess such endurance? Maybe I haven't been paying attention, but it's been ... thirty six hours for Malaena? The scholar made sure to jot that down in his notes, wanting to pass down this knowledge to the future. He would be doing the same for the dark prince, but Acamen had already gathered knowledge about them during his fights in the Shadowlands.
Before Acamen could return to his books however, a Paladin strode into the wagon. "Exemplar, the Phoenix says a few thousand people are approaching from the north, probably barbarians based on their appearances. They are about ten to twelve miles ahead of us ... what are your orders? Before responding, Acamen quickly wrote down that the phoenix had unbelievable eyesight, far beyond that of his daughter. The mage wasn't surprised though, as he knew birds of prey normally had superior vision.
Acamen stepped outside, his feet trudging in the cold snow. It wasn't comfortable here like the southern lands, and if it was his choice someone else should have handled this expedition. Still, this was his job. The caravan had already halted, and Acamen shot a signal of light upwards to gather the other champions. These barbarians are probably going to raid lands to the south. That could be my parents. If I can, I'd like to turn them home, at least for now... However, he would like to hear the other's opinions on this issue. Starting internal conflict here could mean surrendering the world, and Acamen knew his selfishness should not go ahead of the needs of Corthan.
Acamen held a small feast for all the heroes, and aside from some small exchanges of dialogue the dinner was mostly silent. Partially because they would be setting out early the next day, and partially because a bloodthirsty vampire sat at the table, but mostly because they were all hungry after a weary journey through the endless wasteland.
The night passed without any incident, and when morning arrived the party set off. The heroes made with haste northward, knights of darkness and paladins of light guarding the left and right sides of the caravan respectively. In the middle were several carts containing supplies, along with a seemingly massive stock of strong ale. When questioned, Acamen stated that he carried the alcohol with them because 'they would need it later'.
The skies continued to snow endlessly, with two small figures watching from above. The Angel and Phoenix seemed to be at odds with each other still, probably because they were both proud creatures by nature. But no further conflict had occurred, which her father was thankful for.
Acamen Hopsfield
The adventurers topped the crest of a small hill, but Acamen couldn't see beyond the inside of his wagon. Engrossed in his books, he still sought a way to strike down two of the challengers. He hadn't been lucky so far, and his sources were becoming less and less reliable.
The black flap of the wagon opened, and his daughter stumbled in, collapsing on the floor immediately. The sound of snoring filled the wagon, and Acamen couldn't suppress a small grin. This is probably where I'm supposed to call her an angel, but this is probably the only time she acts like one... Still, he was impressed. Checking his watch, the mage of light noticed that his daughter had been up there for twenty two hours straight.
The Brilliant gold peeked his head outside of the tent, checking on the other flying party member. She's still up there. Do phoenixes really possess such endurance? Maybe I haven't been paying attention, but it's been ... thirty six hours for Malaena? The scholar made sure to jot that down in his notes, wanting to pass down this knowledge to the future. He would be doing the same for the dark prince, but Acamen had already gathered knowledge about them during his fights in the Shadowlands.
Before Acamen could return to his books however, a Paladin strode into the wagon. "Exemplar, the Phoenix says a few thousand people are approaching from the north, probably barbarians based on their appearances. They are about ten to twelve miles ahead of us ... what are your orders? Before responding, Acamen quickly wrote down that the phoenix had unbelievable eyesight, far beyond that of his daughter. The mage wasn't surprised though, as he knew birds of prey normally had superior vision.
Acamen stepped outside, his feet trudging in the cold snow. It wasn't comfortable here like the southern lands, and if it was his choice someone else should have handled this expedition. Still, this was his job. The caravan had already halted, and Acamen shot a signal of light upwards to gather the other champions. These barbarians are probably going to raid lands to the south. That could be my parents. If I can, I'd like to turn them home, at least for now... However, he would like to hear the other's opinions on this issue. Starting internal conflict here could mean surrendering the world, and Acamen knew his selfishness should not go ahead of the needs of Corthan.
Will have a post up in a few hours. School hit me hard for a moment there.
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