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Colonial Powers NRP (Reboot/New Thread)

Dang. I don't want to take over Caer, so, good luck with this RP. I'll find another one.

Colonial Powers NRP (Reboot/New Thread)

If it is still possible, <3

Syhgyr

Nations Name: The Trade City of Syhgyr

Flag:

The yellow trefoil denotes a withered alliance of three trade princes successfully capturing three small tribes.

Form of Government: Syhgyr has three ruling organs.

The Yellow Magisters are a strong assemblance of powerful and rich noblemen and trading princes. They serve as a council of mayors and pass laws, command reforms, make legislatures, and an all powerful organization, but are restricted only to inner politics. They choose from which order to get a Prince.

The Purpure Satraps are an order of strong rich noblemen. They denote a strong support for jingoistic military reforms, often showing their potential to drain the treasury in order to build out a strong invading force. The Yellow Magisters, with years, were least inclined to support the Purpure Satrapies, with few becoming princes.

The Pink Barterlords are merchants from all over the world that have erected much mines, woods, and markets to fortify the economy of Syhgyr. They are the utmost trading order of the two, prefering bribery, swindling, barter, and trade over agressive tactics of the satraps. The two are in a constant struggle, with much of the nobility supporting Satraps and much of the merchants supporting the Barterlords. The Yellow Magisters' favorite order, they often find one of their members to be a Prince of Syhgyr.

Prince is often described as a ceremonial title, and quite alot useless as Yellow Magisters control everything. But it is a mistake. Care to look at Syhgyr, and you find that Prince controls the diplomacy and the trade coming in. He may be put on trial by the Magisters, dare he abuse his privelege and spark bad consequences for Syhgyr. He holds the title for life, unless he is put to trial and stripped of his title.

Describe the System: The barterlords and satraps are not merely political parties contesting for love of the Magisters. The Satraps are strong as a military force, while the Barterlords are extremely vital to the flow of trade and money. Have both of the factions' struggle erupt into skirmishes, and Syhgyr is struggling, falling, dying. The Prince is responsible for not only the diplomatic external policies of Syhgyr, but also cooperating with the Magisters to make sure hostilities don't erupt. Most of the system is described in the above section.

Location on Map Desired:


Capital: It is all largely a big city, merely some countryside on the borders.

Important Settlements:

The Trefoil Academy, an enormous structure of three towers standing vigilant in a lake, all connected by strong circular bridges and walls, and a bridge to the city.

The Satrapies are the countryside. Small wooden and stone forts and the holdings near them, each Satrap has one.

The Marketries of the Blushnobles. Each Barterlord controls a portion of the economy and production. Some make arms, some make armor, some make spices, all have their domain, and as such are vital. Most are located in the center of the city. Most have a sprawling seraglio, a hotel, a small market, anything if they can afford such.

The Princes' Wall, is a humble holding located just near the Trefoil Academy. Much of it is in fact a big, thick wall with rooms carved inside.

Description: You would go by the road of cobbles, pebbles, and other stones. Soon you would notice small moats around stone castles, the bricks held together by mortar, or palisades along with a small hamlet just outside of it. Harvesters, woodcutters, gardeners, houses built of cow dung, although smelly but keeping warmth. You would enter the city. The smell of many different fruits, vegetables, spices, all you seem to see in Syhgyr is the markets, the beautiful pink banners, the temples and fountains, and small houses with roofs of different kinds of wood.

As you would progress into Syhgyr, you'd see many big plazas of different colored bricks. Large seraglios with the statues near them, all of the luxury. Then, you'd notice a small, strange looking wall with steps up to it, and a large coin statue engraved into it. This is the Princes' Wall, just outside the lake of three woes and three pleasures, where the Trefoil's Academy rests. The beauty of multi colored bricks makes it a rainbow-like sight, the towers connected and a sight of small yellow figures moving around.

The pantheon is that of The Coin, a large, round sun of gold, symbolising the wits, the pleasures, the riches, the merchantry and mercantile business.

Then it is of the Sabre, a big muscled crimson hand holding a black sabre, symbolising the strength, the cruel and unforgiving nature of the fighting prowess.

Then, it is of a Trefoil, the center and the importance, the epic balance of good and bad, of strength and wits, of strong neutrality and prosperity.

Their currency is the Mothersun, a coin mostly made of bronze, showing the smiling sun with a babe suckling on it's breasts.

Important Characters:

Maryn Syhgarl,

Very much enjoying the reputation of a cynical, unforgiving villain, it needs a certain cunning to have half the Yellow Magisters' necks under his boot. He makes laws as he wants, and a Prince has no true power has he go against Maryn's interests, which change with every moon, adapting to every change of the political world. He worships the Coin ardently, but carefully not to be overzealous in defence of the religious traditions. Called the Black Magister for he wears only Black robes.

Purple Prince Olat Ghysur of the Purpure Satraps

By the recommendation of Maryn, he is one of the few Princes from the Purpure Satraps to be elected. Timid, shy, and easy to manipulate - Maryn pleased the Satraps, and pleased the Barterlords by manipulating Olat's policies in favor of them.

Eldryn Yutharny of the Pink Barterlords

Graceful, rich, with a funny looking belly and a nice hat, he is one of the very important Barterlords, having domination over many important parts of the market. He outbids everybody on auctions, boasts a rich seraglio, his trusted men mint the Mothersun coins for all of Syhgyr.

Nusnar Ghysur of the Purpure Satraps.

Grandfather of Olat and a dear comrade of Maryn, he's an ever hateful foe of the Barterlords, although his tongue proves quite amiable when exchanging pleasantries with them, his eyes speak of deathly anger. He was a mercenary before pledging his sword to Syhgyr.

Traits:

Small Army: Your nation maintains a relatively small number of troops, when fielded in battle against another nation your forces are almost always outnumbered. +2

Professional Army: Your nation’s army is well trained and equipped with good weapons, performing better in battle. -3

Scared of water: Your nation has never been one for their sea legs. Many naval loses and ship disasters have left your people unsupporting of any venture in which they need to leave the sight of land. +3

Rotting Hulls: Your nation views ship maintenance as an unneeded cost and so many of your ships have weak wood and the sails are torn and with holes in them. They will not perform well at sea. +2

Trading Hub: Your country is a nation of traders and merchants, many coins pass through the fingers of your citizens every day, especially through your own after taxes. -3

Strong Industry: Your craftsmen and labourers are good quality and hardworking making some of your nations goods very reliable, sometimes fetching a high price from a market. -2

Free market: Your economy is not controlled by the state, it can fluctuate completely freely. This means that it can rise incredibly quickly making you very rich, however you are vulnerable to recessions and collapses. -1

Army: (I will roll this, navy, GDP and stability.)
Navy:
GDP:
Stability:

The Gods are Crazy

Posted. Simo is one sad asshole.

The Gods are Crazy

Simo gazed up the skies from his rich Seraglio. The Halcyon was evanescent as the clouds quickly blocked the sun as soon as he tried to inspect it. Bringing his eyes down on his opulent seraglio with sets of bungalows built in a circle giving a bucolic charm, while the lavish garden gave way to a comely royal atmosphere. All those parties, all those things, he needed nothing of them! He needed to brood, to find a panacea, a cure to fix all of the problems that the Church of the Scimitar left after their incessant crusades. An assemblage of the finest women were hurled in to please the Knyaz. As they danced and moved around, the man which had the privelege to see such beautiful women made the impression of an agelast. Not even a small smile. But his eyes were locked on only one lady amongst them - Ludmila. He noticed her instantly. Those eyes, those lips... His heart shrunk, his physionomy twirled as if it was a Dali painting. Time stopped.

"If you don't like my brother I don't like you." Her voice was melliflous to him.

"He started the fight, Luda!" his voice echoed as his mind solved the puzzle of time and put together the fragments of his memories.

"He is small, you don't understand him, you always don't like him, stop picking on him.." The daughter of the merchant moved back from him as he tried to give an excuse for him lashing out at her younger, autistic brother.

And then there was this awful, heart-clutching moment. His tongue slipped, he spoke something horrible that not even his memory would want to recollect. Something that made him regret it for the rest of his life. Something that swung away Ludmila from his love. Something so insulting, it was also an insult to himself.

Fighting back tears, he muttered something towards the guards. One of them moved over to Ludmila as to slap her across the face. His uproar stopped him from hurting her, stunned and bewildered. A woebegone aura loomed over the people as Knyaz Simo stared into Ludmila's eyes. "Naïve, stupid, foolish.." He spoke as he blocked her from seeing his tear-filled eyes. "You could have had everything you wanted if you stayed with me. The power, the riches, but you stood up for someone who only encumbers you, is a worthless ballast in which you put your time, life, beauty, everything. Why do you do it, Ludmila? Why do you care for another worthless weight? Why do you look for someone who has no future, no ability? You know he shalt not send back all your efforts you made to help him survive in this world back to you. Why do you do it, Ludmila? Why?"

"Because I care not about my future, but my family." She said as the vision of their dalliance surged through Simo's mind. He let her go, even though her answer hurt him more than a guard's gauntlet would do to her. The power, the riches, he had all of this. But had he a family? A person he loved?

The answer was no.

"Veliky Knyaz, direct your thoughts elsewhere, this a simple woman. Shall we think about your reforms?" A Rakshasa adviser about the immigrant issue looked at him with the sense of confusion playing in his chatoyant eyes.

"I shall bear with it. What have you done to soften their life, Darja?"

"I am currently in the process of negotiations with the southern boyars about reducing the punishments for crimes committed by the immigrants to the norms. If an immigrant steals, the punishment shall be the same as if a citizen of Mamothe Kras steals."

"And what are they saying about it?"

"Velikoy Knyaz, they do not take me seriously."

"I shall have my way with them."

The Gods are Crazy

A little more south, a little more east, anywhere. Just as long as not completely on the other side of the world. Keep it in that region.

The Gods are Crazy

lmao. You're free to move me somewhere else if it's not the good place i've chosen to place my kingdom :)

The Gods are Crazy

Country Name: Mamothe Kras

Government type: Hereditary Monarchy with the regions being looked over by feudal seniors therefore granting each village an elder to give up harvest to the landlords which will give it to the Monarch.

Ruler: Knyaz Simo Masur, the Generous Lord of all Kras and the ruler of Mamothe.

Location:
http://imgur.com/QFgAaAU

Capital City: Mamoth

Language: Krasicien

Species: Krasyane, a superior race of humans. Rather tall and of pale complexion, strong and beautiful in nature. In little numbers, Rakshasas float around poor districts and tend to cause problems. It is most likely they have fled their own homeland after certain conflicts. Rakshasas are deceitful, power-hungry, and sly. They're kept as bodyguards for certain landlords for their ability to be menacing and intimidating, becoming a sort of pet they show off to their neighboring landlords, who's cat is the biggest and the scariest. Kobolds are the slaves of Boyars, with little to no hope of ever climbing the ladder of the society. However some are squires or servants and tend peoples' horses and look after their cows. However they are swift assassins and used to go into environment where a normal man might die, whereas they're seemingly alright to risk.

Army: Knyaznoe Voisko - 650 men and women proficient in spears. Raksha Mercenaries - 2,000. An average Boyar's party - 200. Boyars altogether - 20. Kobold Saboteur Groups - 6,000.

History: Hailing from the very north, after clashes with the nomadic peoples in the east they have fled down into south. Krasyane soon found themselves battered and held low by the Church of the Pashvar, a sect hailing from the Northern Sea. With the Inquisition of Pashvar gaining more and more hatred from the oppressed peoples of Kras, Mamothe Masur, a man hailing from the southeast, presumably from the Kingdom of Aylsfyn, started a rebellion and forced the Church of Pashvar out of Mamothe Kras and established his own Church of the Eastern Scimitar. Soon, the Eastern Scimitar and the Masur dynasty flourished, the harvest plentiful and the blades swift and trustworthy. After numerous decades, the official pantheon and holy book of the Eastern Scimitar was written and published by the most magnificient scribes hailing from all parts of the world, supervised by the honorable priests of the Church. With the holy book complete, several heirs of the Masur dynasty found themselves at a verge of war against neighboring tribes as their ways have crossed the ones pointed out in the holy book. The crusades against sinful Rakshasa and Kobold tribes began. Blood spilled, swords ravaged to the south of Mamothe Kras. Garna Masur, father of Simo Masur, had taken upon himself to secularize and settle feuds with the Rakshasa and Kobold folk. With the official forgival and withdrawal of their forces, they have soon realised that they have burned the land of the Rakshasa and Kobold folk, and simple forgival was not enough. Influx of their former enemies have drew tension amongst the Krasyane and the aliens. Garna Masuk died as he could not finish settle the conflict between them and the Rakshasa and Kobold folk. Simo Masur is yet to bring reforms to help soften the conditions in which the aliens are living in.

Colonial Powers - The Continuation

Konzia is now the equivalent of Thailand.

The Gods are Crazy

God damn this really is an attractive roleplay. Is there any spots open? I'd love to get into this.

Colonial Powers - The Continuation

Kaben you should go into IC rather than fill OOC with shit :)