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SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

I'm ashamed to report that I have done zero work on my latest post :P

I have the concept in my head, just need the drive to type it up and post.

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

Fantastic update I'd say :)

Also @Grijs. May want to update the OP a bit, we're in need of more red pantheonists to counter the good number of justinians and Yuwanists.

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

Going to soon attempt at another post. Gotta get My guys over to the Ouro frontlines :)

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

Collab between Gold and Sigma.

Aberys-Ouroborasia Border
Town of Gryke

Gryke, one of countless examples of the dreary and mucky atmosphere in Ouroborasia, a stark contrast to their northern neighbors, the Aberysian Principalities. The townspeople of Gryke went about their daily business, trying to survive in their new and harsh reality...but, even in these dark times, a ray of light always finds it's way into the endless darkness, as children run and play amidst in the misery, splashing the puddles forming in pitted sections of the eroding down streets, a charming, if temporary distraction for a few. But that ray of light would shine even brighter today.

Almost without warning, mostly due to the more hushed reactions, crowds begun to form along the side of the town's streets as armed soldiers begun to march through the wet street, their sudden arrival met with curiosity and enthusiasm, taking notice that these men were not marching under the Imperial banner, no, but of the House of Weshland, another wave of reinforcements from Aberys had finally arrived to aid the Rightful Emperor in the fight against the Eastern Witches. Children put a stop to their games as they looked in awe of the arriving soldiers, at the forefront of the soldiers were a trio mounted on horseback, a lovely, if deadly-looking woman at the front, and flanking her were members of the Gryph Knights. The young woman's features was quite distinguishable for the townspeople, her locks as bright as the rising sun, skin so fair and smooth, and an aura of elegance and authority filling the very air.

The townspeople continued to stare in awe, one even yelling a stout, "give 'em hell!" As the woman and her troops made way for the town center, she and her knight escort rushed ahead as their steeds sped up, the Town Elder being quick to act as he and his entourage gathered to meet the trio. As they climbed down from the backs of their horses, the soldiers behind continuing their march until they too reached the center. "Company halt!" A grizzled voice cried out as the soldiers froze and stood at attention.

The Town Elder was a middle aged man of salt and pepper, the previous having passed due to illness just weeks ago, but at a ripe age. He wore a worn look on his face along side the ever present tattoo of a Ouroborasian veteran on his left cheek.

"We have no more lads to give," he started, voice ironically dry, "the Citizen's Militia marched through just two days ago and took our eager. We have only the weak, old and unfit."

The Young woman chuckled, followed by a friendly grin, the elder mistaking her intentions. "Fear not, citizen." She begun. "We've not come for your men and boys." She paused." But first, introductions are in order. I am Rosella Weshland, Princess of the Weshland Principality and Chosen Champion of Justinian, by order of the Rightfully Elected King and the Round Council, I and my fellow weshlanders have come to lend aid."

"If it's aid you wish to give, then who am I to doubt someone sent by Justinian himself," The elder nodded, trying to match the woman's smile, "I am the town elder, elected by the people. You may call me Bujar."

"A pleasure." She said. "Elder Bujar, I came here to both offer and to request." She first took a deep breath. "The trek to the frontlines will be long and perilous, and we've come as far as the eye can see, my forces require a place of rest." She turned around, waving her hand as if giving a signal, a few men nodded back as they broke formation and disappeared among the ranks of their fellows. Moments later, several large grey beasts, the Umuro, emerged from the masses, hauling large carts filled with food supplies.

"I know much will be asked of your town to tolerate our temporary stay." She said, her tone sympathetic. "So, in return, we offer your town a share of our supplies, I'm sure these dire times makes one suffer from hunger."

"With so many gone, we have room to spare," Bujar agreed. "You may very well stay in exchange for food, but I'm no stranger to war or marches," the elder eyed the soldiers behind Rosella, "I know what kinds of hunger men of war gather and we will have none of it here. There will be no scenes made, and no women or children harassed. We may be weak and few, but we are still Ouroborasians; Justinian guide us." He added a short prayer, whether in deprication or spiritual fervor remained unclear.

"You have my word." She said, slamming her armored fist against the breast plate." My Officers and I will keep our men in line, the last thing we need is to make enemies of fellow brothers and sisters of Justinian.

"Justinian bless you then!" Bujar clapped his hands together, "as he surely does us."

It had all come together, Rosella had guaranteed her troops would rest easy for now, ready to make another long march to the frontlines.

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Aberys

United Principalities of Aberys

NATIONAL INFORMATION:

-Population: 20 Million
-Faction: Justinian
-Capital: The Free City of Lorimir
-Government Type: Confederate Elective Monarchy
-Government Description: The United Principalities functions as such, every fifteen years the Elector-Princes of the Realms gather in the Free City of Lorimir, the founding city of the old crusader kingdom, all twenty-five Elector-Princes decide on who is chosen to be the New King of the United Principalities, the Prince elected to be king of the land therefor must relinquish authority of his former holdings to his next of kin as he is moved to Lorimir.
-Head of State: King Alaric of the Principality of Angris
-Currency: Sacros
-Language(s): Aemarine, Aberi(A Collection of several dialects and accents that resemble various forms of English)

Brief Summery
Over a hundred and fifty years ago, a Crusading Army came marching from the Justinian West, bent on the conquest of the Heathen South, the Crusade begun in what is now known as Ourobosia, at one point in the march, old rumors had resurfaced, telling of a Divine Sword hidden somewhere in the Northern Lands of Eirenar, now known as Aberys. Tensions rose as segments of the crusading army had split off and headed north, off to discover this long lost blad.

The land of Eirenar was riff with barbarism and savagery, all under the dominion of the Red God Utarr, it was a land the Crusaders would gladly tame and take for themselves. Five years pass, the sword is found, and the barbarians are pushed further east as the Crusader Kingdom of Aberys takes its foothold over the land under the Lordship of the New King, Arthanus the First.

Five decades pass, and troubled times befall Aberys, the King, Mordan, prematurely dies from a plague that gripped Aberys for a time, leaving no heir to claim the throne. Noble Houses soon begun to bicker as to who will claim the throne, bickering soon escalated to civil war, a war which would last six years before the Clerisy finally intervened and put a halt to the hostilities.

After nearly a month of negotiations, an agreement was finally settled, one that would satisfy all the Noble Houses, with the death of the King, the old Kingdom had ceased to be, and so, a new order wold rise in its place. Aberys was now divided into twenty five Principalities, each lorded over by the Noble Houses, forming a confederation of aristocratic states, all would vote and agree upon who would the next king every fifteen years.

A hundred years later into the present day, the United Principalities of Aberys still stands today, but ever more fragile and at risk then her predecessor as she is beset on all sides by the enemies of Justinian.

UNIQUE ATTRIBUTE INFORMATION

• Western Breadbasket - The Western Realms of Aberys are by far the most serene, peaceful and idyllic in the land, often the the most associated aspect when one thinks of Aberys. The Western Realms however play a more vital role then mere propaganda, due to their distance from the various wars and the more cheerful atmosphere among the populace, the Western Realms represent the breadbasket of the south, their undisturbed crops yielding great bounty.
• Knights of Aberys - Aberys is home to several renowned Knightly Orders
• Noblesse Oblige - It is often stereotyped, although there is a kernel of truth to these claims, that the Lords of Aberys are the upstanding sort of folk, upholding the great idealistic notions of Honor and Chivalry, this is often reinforced in the Western Realms and parts of the North. However, this is but a mere facade in other regions. The Eastern Realms are a far different story, the ruling Lords of the East range from simply flawed men, to down right cruel in the case of Lord Alainon Gallomour. What is also well hidden from foreigners is the political intrigue among the Lords of Aberys.
• Story Books come to Life - The Lands of Aberys, most notably the Western and Northern portions, is seen by many foreigners as something out of old fairytale books, the beautiful princes and princess, the untouched landscape, the joyous and song-filled festivals, truly a land of impossible beauty, and indeed it is such.

GEOGRAPHIC INFORMATION

The Fay Fields of Aidden

Internal Map of Aberys

Aberys consists of Twenty five states within, the Free City of Lorimir acting as a sort of twenty-sixth states, fully autonomous and serves none but the current elected King and the Church.
1:Galash
2:Rowan
3:Caradin
4:Uthron
5:Aidden
6:Crawford
7:Velldon
8:Harrington
9:Amran
10:Tiran
11:Taaffe
12:Sherriden
13:Weshland
14:Lytton
15:Kesston
16:Nudden
17:Angris
18:Talgarth
19:Moramond
20:Cromstal
21:Gallomour
22:Meliodas
23:Alnwick
24:Markinswell
25:Sevrius

Major Cities:
-Lorimir(Capital of the United Principalities)
-Faywell(Capital of Gallomour)
-Flicrora(Capital of Weshland)
-Prifsall(Capital of Aidden)
-Llanbert(Capital of Velldon)
-Arthanus(Capital of Angris)
-Corusati(Capital of Cromstal)
-Etivine(Capital of Galash)
-Rothsdell(Capital of Rowan)
-Vedrence(Capital of Harrington)
-Beddow(Capital of Lytton)
-Ulwaild(Capital of Markinswell)
-Howell(Capital of Crawford)
-Norridge(Capital of Sherriden)
-New Randarus(Capital of Sevrus)
-Gaildows(Capital of Taaffe)
-Kordu(Capital of Moramond)
-Wynhold(Capital of Alnwick)
-Risca(Capital of Kesston)
-Balinter(Capital of Amran)
-Aernin(Capital of Uthron)
-Talonfell(Capital of Meliodas)
-Caerwys(Capital of Nudden)
-Ferndale(Capital of Caradin)
-Goldcliff(Capital of Tiran)
-Feniram(Capital of Talgarth)

Castles/Points of Interest:
-Sacrosanctian Northern Fortresses
-Fortress of Dawnshield
-Lorimir Palace
-Gallomour Darkwoods
-Winefields of Lytton
-Mountains of Aberys
-Fortress of Stonehill

RACIAL INFORMATION:
-Majority race: Descended from the Old Crusaders, Humanity reigns over the lands of Aberys, making up a good portion of the population in Aberys.

-Minority race(s):

• Drimor: 12%
  The Drimor are race of bipedal Boars that first appeared thousands of years ago, created by the God-King Ashenlur. Before their brief descent into savagery, the Drimor were proud warrior people, with honorable virtues they once upheld vigorously, however, once their Paragon, Utarr has fallen into darkness, the very same darkness had seeped its way into the collective psyche of the Drimor race, however, this stranglehold would not last for an eternity, once many Drimor were shown the Light of Justinian, but many more resist the Justinian's embrace, and continue to willingly follow the dark path of their Fallen Paragon.
  
  The Drimor are rather unique in that, the race itself is divided into differing groups, which they themselves uncreatively simply refer too as the Hooved and the Non-Hooved. The Hooved Drimor are the more beastly of the two groups, resembling more like the squatted Pigguts, only of more taller and more often then not, hunched. The Non-Hooved however, have more "human" features, standing straight like men, feet and hands like men, their only discernible features of course are their boar-like faces.
• Piggut(Creation of Goldeagle): 10%
  The Pigguts, unlike their larger cousins, are still considered the outsiders in Aberysian Society, their savagery still ever present and their behavior shows it. Pigguts are about the height of a grown mans hip and are often found wearing ragged cloths they steal from their victims and are known to devour sentient flesh, despite the heavy taboos. They prefer unfair numbers and ambushes but suffer from stupidity and superstition. They often only form small bands or tribes with rocky leadership. They look like little pig men standing up and have six fingers and two cleft hooved feet.
• Minotaur/Harnian: 2%
• Elf: 5%
• Centuar: 5%
• Satyr: 2
• Other: 1%

RELIGIOUS INFORMATION:

-State Religion: Orthodox Justinianism
-Patron Deity: The Lands of Aberys once were under the dominion of the Red God Utarr, but has now since been forcibly dethroned by the Justinian.

Utarr

A common depiction of the present Utarr
Before the War in Heaven and the Fall of the Old Pantheon, Utarr was once a faithful celestial servant serving under the King of Gods, Ashenlur. He was a Paragon among his people, the Drimor, one of many creations of Ashenlur, embodying the virtues of his people. After the Fall of the Old Pantheon however, his descent into darkness would begin, with the death of his God-King, so did the Virtues that once made Utarr whole. He grew hideously deformed, and slowly lost his mind, lost in a bloodlust of revenge, this corruption slowly infected the Drimor, who grew more savage as time past.

Utarr, known to all as the Lord of Slaughter, the Great Butcher, with such titles, Utarr promises one thing and one thing only to his followers, fight and butcher enemies in his name and they will never go hungry again, never will they know the hunger pans or of starvation, as the God of the Everfeast, he will make it so.

-Religion Demographics:

• The Justinian: 88%
• Red Pantheon: 12%

-Major Holy Relics/Artefacts in Possession:
The Old Crusaders had at one time, had came into possession of a lone holy relic, simply known as the Celestial Blade, said to be forged with the soul of a long dead God of the Old Pantheon during the War in Heaven, Legends of the blade and other lost relics in the south spread through the west, leading to the Aberysian Crusade and the founding of the Old Kingdom. The Blade has long since been found by the old crusaders, and now rests in the Golden Armory of Exalossa, waiting to be wielded once more.
-Holy Sites under Control: N/A
-Notable Magical Institutions:

• Oratorium: Headquartered in the Free City of Lorimir, the Aberysian Oratorium functions like any other, acting as a sort of secret police and Inquisition in Aberys, a group feared both by the peasantry and nobility alike, if any is suspected in consorting with witches, other unholy forces and heretics, there will be no mercy to be had.
• The Order of the Radiant Dawn: One of the Four Knightly Orders of Aberys. Under the guideance of Grand Master Alisha Astor, The Knights of Radiant Dawn are a rather unique set of individuals, with many members of the Order being a particular brand of zealous and pious, mostly due to their Paladin training. The Radiant Knights are skilled in limited range of holy and elemental magics, and the Order is often found actively working with the Aberysian Oratorium in hunting down witches, heretics and heathens.
• The Sacred Institute of Tymedus: A Prestigious place of both Learning and Worship, a clear counterpart of the Red Pantheonist Solomonanţă of East Ourobosia.

-Religious Interpretations/Culture: N/A

MILITARY INFORMATION:

Total Military Size: The combine might of the abyersian feudal armies, knights and various other groups amount to a total of 100,000 strong.
Listed Heroes:
Arilin The Golden
Princess Rosella of House Weshland
Zaiel Yenn
Nythoalas Sheadros
Urom Goux
Military Doctrine:
Military Units:

State Armies

Due to the Feudal Structure of Aberys, each of the principalities is responsible for maintain their own army. Each State Army follows a small set of standards, be that weapons and uniforms, despite this, the the State Armies have minor differences from one another, be it the color of their uniform or what armor they don. The State Armies share a common Command Structure and Hierarchy, the necessary binding forces that make the State Armies of Aberys a well-organized machine.

Peasant Levies

Levies fighting under the colors of House Rowan


Rowani Levy Archers

Retinue

Left to Right: Archer, Swordsmen, Hammerer, Halberdier


Centaur Retinue

Light Cavalry


Mercenaries


Aberysian Sailors


Galleon

Knightly Orders

Order of the Gryph

Order of the Shadowrise

Order of the Lion

Order of the Radiant Dawn

Misc.

Reformed Auxiliaries

With the conquest of Aberys, both the victorious Crusaders and the defeated clans were met with a choice, either the fighting continues till the destruction of either party, or the clans submit themselves to their new masters. A few clans had surrendered themselves over to their superior enemy, reluctantly renouncing their God, Utarr. Over a century later, the clans that had given themselves over to the Old Crusader Kingdom have partially assimilated to Justinianism, able to live, for the most part, within civilized society, at least, the Drimor portion of the clans.

In times of great peril, the Reformed Clans will answer the call to war by their local Lord, acting as savage, yet effective auxiliary troops alongside the main Militia formations.

Saints

The Saints are a truly blessed set of individuals, chosen by the Justinian itself to become something great then the average mortal. Few are given this opportunity to become a Saint, and what such warriors descend from the skies into battle, cheers will be met as the enemy meets their end by Justinian's chosen.

Aberys Rangers

The Ranngers, like the Legion, are an Independent group of soldiers picked from all walks of life, trained to be master marksmen, swordsmen and skirmishers. The Rangers serve a similar, if more active role to the Legion in that they are often found patrol parts of Aberys, keeping it's roads clear of bandits and raiders. In times of war, Rangers can also serve as elite scouts.

Lorimir Legion

After the Civil War came to an end, Lorimir was set up once more as the Capital for the newly established Round Council and the Elected King. Lorimir, answering to new state nor lorded over one within Aberys, was to maintain it's own army, as such, remnants of the Old Kingdom's army were reorganized into the Lorimir Legion. The Legion had only two tasks to uphold, first and foremost was the defense of the capital city and its holdings, and lastly, the Legion is to act as mediators and peacekeepers between the Houses.

Gunners

The Age of Gunpowder has dawned upon Aberys, to a limited capacity that is. Aberys is no stranger to such weapons, but often keep them in small and concentrated numbers. The Gunners, like the Rangers, are formed into a small corp of elite marksmen, in the Gunner's case however, they are often held in reverve by fortunate lords to have such men under their disposal, but when they are sent to war, they will unless blazing hell upon their enemies from a great distance.

Beasts of Burden and War

Horse

A Common beast that could be seen in all corners of Materia, Aberys being no exception to that fact, a loyal and trusted beast employed by all the feudal armies and knightly orders.

Demigryph

Among the most fieriest of land-based predators in Aberys, the Demigryphs, as implied, are a group of wingless Gryph, their appearance varying between different species, be they Hippogryphs or Gryphons. Demigryphs are the preferred mount of the Veterans of the Gryph Knights.

Gryphon


Hippogryph


Umuro

Large mammalian beasts native to Aberys. the Umuro could be found in almost every corner of Aberys, from the Marshlands and the grasslands, some have even been sighted in the Darkwood.

Over the generations, a number of Umuro have been domesticated and made into pack or cart beasts, their sheer strength made useful for traveling Merchants or State Armies.

Lion


Darkwoods Tiger

An uncommon, if not, an outright rare beast in Aberys. The Darkwoods Tiger, as the name implies, are dreadful feline creatures native to the Darkwoods of Gallomour and the surrounding area. Before the Great Migration twelve years ago, the warriors of the Eirenari Horde used the tigers as fearsome mounts in their raids against Gallomour, however, the Horde has long since left the Darkwoods untouched, the few feral packs that remained now growing and branching out of the woods, many feral tigers either slain or captured by hunters, those captured alive sold off to the few Barons or Lords that can afford them as Guard beasts.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE:

King Alaric Angris

Elector-Prince Edward Angris

Princess Amberly Angris

Lord Chancellor Alistair Myles

Elector-Prince Alanion Gallomour

Prince Sebastian Gallomour

Patriarch Utgo of the Reforemd Clans

Grand Master Cyrus Nottley of the Gryph Knights

Princess Rosella Weshland(Hero)

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Thanks, I feel flattered :)

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

Angel's Kiss Inn, Port City of Llanfrid, Talgarth

The afternoon sun hung high into the sky, beaming it's warm light into a darkened room in the local Inn of Llanfrid, the room itself was a complete mess, clothing, shards of clay and glass scattered about on the floor. The bed was in no better shape, ruffled up and wrinkled, two human-shaped lumps underneath the cloth. An elven man was first to emerge from the bed cloth, letting out a loud yawn and stretching his arms as high up as possible, his facial expression was that of a very hungover man. "Oh by Justinian...what happened..." He scanned the room, having little or vague recollection of what occurred last night. He turned to his right to see a red-haired human beauty laying besides him. "Ahhh, that's right." He said with a satisfied tone followed with a matching grin. "Yaten you sly dog." He congratulated himself as the memories came flowing like ale.

Yaten Aurvanal, a Bard with big dreams in Aberys, had came to this bustling city to hone his skills and to of course, win over the hearts of the local women, unfortunately that particular dream would put on hold for a short while, the Realm of Talgarth is openly known as the Crime center in Aberys, as such, many settlements within the realm have some form of unsavory elements of the underworld, in Llanfrid's case, a local gang run an underground Gambling ring, something an overconfident, greedy and starving bard would be attracted too. On that night, one thing led to another, eventually developing into a drunken stupor for many, Yaten had won some, but mostly lost quite a bit coin, in his drunken stupidity, he assured the owner he would have his coin sooner then he hoped.

"Oh shit.." He said to himself, his stomach sinking from the sudden realization of the debt he's in now, he leaped out of the bed, grabbing the closet thing he could to cover up his manhood, a small towel and with haste, begun to collect his clothing, piecing them together as he was presentable...mostly.

His panicked pacing around the room woke up the young lady, still half-asleep, but was aware Yaten was present in the room, giving off a pleasant smile. "Oh Yaten, last night was just wonderful..." She said in a soft tone.

Barely paying attention, Yaten focused on his things, such as his trusty lute a. "Glad to be of service my dear lass!" He said hastily. "Sadly my lass, I must be go-" Yaten was interrupted as someone fiercely banged on the door. "We know you're in there bard!" A boorish voice rang out from the other side, followed by several more bangs, more powerful and fierce. The woman, frightened, slowly crawled against the bed frame, pulling the cloth to cover herself up.

"Oh nonononono.." Yaten whimpered, he was cornered, trapped like a rat, he desperately looked for an escape route, and took notice of the window to his left, he let out a heavy sigh at what needed to be done. With most of the essentials gathered up, the door was broken down as three burly men entered through the battered doorway. "It's time to pay up, knife-ear.." the lead man said in a threatening tone, but quickly took notice of the woman on the bed, his eyes widening. "Elin!?!" He exclaimed, the woman blushing out of embarrassment, hiding her face.

The man turned his gaze back to Yaten, fury in his eyes. "You slept with me sister you knife-eared whoreson!!!"

"Boss wants his coin. Now." Another thug spoke up.

It was now or never.

It was time to charm them, or at least distract them, long enough to escape. "Gentlemen! Surely we can discuss this over like civilized men!" He cheerily said, slowly making his way towards the window. "Now I admit, I may have made some rather outrageous promises to Colin, but In my defense, I was piss drunk, as were all of ya!"

He was closer and closer. "We can just laugh it off.." he finally made it, grabbing a still intact clay flower vase. "Catch!" he shouted throwing the vase at the three men as they flinched, the lead thug hit by the vase, falling to his back. With this momentary distraction, he crashed through the window doors, falling downward on top of a empty wheel cart, a rather rough and sore landing, but was still alive, some passersby were stunned at what they just witnessed and just stared at the stumbling elf as he made his way down the streets.

Back in the inn, the two men helped their fallen comrade as he regained his composer. "Forget me you dolts! After that cowering whoreson!"

Yaten ran through the busy streets like there's no tomorrow, in his case, literally, as the two of the thugs had quickly catch up to him, making a quick move, he turned left, making way for the port area, passing over and dodging an assortment of crates and dockworkers in his attempt to lose his pursuers, but they give chase as they are still in sight. What came next would be both a blessing and a curse, due to his poor lack of attention of his surroundings, Yaten took another left turn as he ran straight to the end of the port, falling over what he thought would be water...was much worse.

A fishing boat had been docked in the port, carrying a full cargo of freshly caught fish, and Yaten fell right into the cargo. Yaten emerged from the pile, covering in slim, water muck from the fish. Luckily however, the thugs lost him, overhearing them. "Damn it all we lost the bard."

"Nah, he won't get far in this city, we'll tell the boss, we'll get his head for sure."

After waiting a few more moments, Yaten climbed out of the boat, the unpleasant fishy oder wafting the air, catching the attention of any who passed. He looks up in the sky, knowing full well Justinian is probably watching. "Ok...I deserved that."

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More still needs to be added, but overall, I'd say the sheet is done.

Aberys

United Principalities of Aberys

NATIONAL INFORMATION:

-Population: 20 Million
-Faction: Justinian
-Capital: The Free City of Lorimir
-Government Type: Confederate Elective Monarchy
-Government Description: The United Principalities functions as such, every fifteen years the Elector-Princes of the Realms gather in the Free City of Lorimir, the founding city of the old crusader kingdom, all twenty-five Elector-Princes decide on who is chosen to be the New King of the United Principalities, the Prince elected to be king of the land therefor must relinquish authority of his former holdings to his next of kin as he is moved to Lorimir.
-Head of State: King Alaric of the Principality of Angris
-Currency: Sacros
-Language(s): Aemarine, Aberi(A Collection of several dialects and accents that resemble various forms of English)

Brief Summery
Over a hundred and fifty years ago, a Crusading Army came marching from the Justinian West, bent on the conquest of the Heathen South, the Crusade begun in what is now known as Ourobosia, at one point in the march, old rumors had resurfaced, telling of a Divine Sword hidden somewhere in the Northern Lands of Eirenar, now known as Aberys. Tensions rose as segments of the crusading army had split off and headed north, off to discover this long lost blad.

The land of Eirenar was riff with barbarism and savagery, all under the dominion of the Red God Utarr, it was a land the Crusaders would gladly tame and take for themselves. Five years pass, the sword is found, and the barbarians are pushed further east as the Crusader Kingdom of Aberys takes its foothold over the land under the Lordship of the New King, Arthanus the First.

Five decades pass, and troubled times befall Aberys, the King, Mordan, prematurely dies from a plague that gripped Aberys for a time, leaving no heir to claim the throne. Noble Houses soon begun to bicker as to who will claim the throne, bickering soon escalated to civil war, a war which would last six years before the Clerisy finally intervened and put a halt to the hostilities.

After nearly a month of negotiations, an agreement was finally settled, one that would satisfy all the Noble Houses, with the death of the King, the old Kingdom had ceased to be, and so, a new order wold rise in its place. Aberys was now divided into twenty five Principalities, each lorded over by the Noble Houses, forming a confederation of aristocratic states, all would vote and agree upon who would the next king every fifteen years.

A hundred years later into the present day, the United Principalities of Aberys still stands today, but ever more fragile and at risk then her predecessor as she is beset on all sides by the enemies of Justinian.

UNIQUE ATTRIBUTE INFORMATION

• Western Breadbasket - The Western Realms of Aberys are by far the most serene, peaceful and idyllic in the land, often the the most associated aspect when one thinks of Aberys. The Western Realms however play a more vital role then mere propaganda, due to their distance from the various wars and the more cheerful atmosphere among the populace, the Western Realms represent the breadbasket of the south, their undisturbed crops yielding great bounty.
• Knights of Aberys - Aberys is home to several renowned Knightly Orders
• Noblesse Oblige - It is often stereotyped, although there is a kernel of truth to these claims, that the Lords of Aberys are the upstanding sort of folk, upholding the great idealistic notions of Honor and Chivalry, this is often reinforced in the Western Realms and parts of the North. However, this is but a mere facade in other regions. The Eastern Realms are a far different story, the ruling Lords of the East range from simply flawed men, to down right cruel in the case of Lord Alainon Gallomour. What is also well hidden from foreigners is the political intrigue among the Lords of Aberys.
• Story Books come to Life - The Lands of Aberys, most notably the Western and Northern portions, is seen by many foreigners as something out of old fairytale books, the beautiful princes and princess, the untouched landscape, the joyous and song-filled festivals, truly a land of impossible beauty, and indeed it is such.

GEOGRAPHIC INFORMATION

The Fay Fields of Aidden

Internal Map of Aberys

Aberys consists of Twenty five states within, the Free City of Lorimir acting as a sort of twenty-sixth states, fully autonomous and serves none but the current elected King and the Church.
1:Galash
2:Rowan
3:Caradin
4:Uthron
5:Aidden
6:Crawford
7:Velldon
8:Harrington
9:Amran
10:Tiran
11:Taaffe
12:Sherriden
13:Weshland
14:Lytton
15:Kesston
16:Nudden
17:Angris
18:Talgarth
19:Moramond
20:Cromstal
21:Gallomour
22:Meliodas
23:Alnwick
24:Markinswell
25:Sevrius

Major Cities:
-Lorimir(Capital of the United Principalities)
-Faywell(Capital of Gallomour)
-Flicrora(Capital of Weshland)
-Prifsall(Capital of Aidden)
-Llanbert(Capital of Velldon)
-Arthanus(Capital of Angris)
-Corusati(Capital of Cromstal)
-Etivine(Capital of Galash)
-Rothsdell(Capital of Rowan)
-Vedrence(Capital of Harrington)
-Beddow(Capital of Lytton)
-Ulwaild(Capital of Markinswell)
-Howell(Capital of Crawford)
-Norridge(Capital of Sherriden)
-New Randarus(Capital of Sevrus)
-Gaildows(Capital of Taaffe)
-Kordu(Capital of Moramond)
-Wynhold(Capital of Alnwick)
-Risca(Capital of Kesston)
-Balinter(Capital of Amran)
-Aernin(Capital of Uthron)
-Talonfell(Capital of Meliodas)
-Caerwys(Capital of Nudden)
-Ferndale(Capital of Caradin)
-Goldcliff(Capital of Tiran)
-Feniram(Capital of Talgarth)

Castles/Points of Interest:
-Sacrosanctian Northern Fortresses
-Fortress of Dawnshield
-Lorimir Palace
-Gallomour Darkwoods
-Winefields of Lytton
-Mountains of Aberys
-Fortress of Stonehill

RACIAL INFORMATION:
-Majority race: Descended from the Old Crusaders, Humanity reigns over the lands of Aberys, making up a good portion of the population in Aberys.

-Minority race(s):

• Drimor: 12%
  The Drimor are race of bipedal Boars that first appeared thousands of years ago, created by the God-King Ashenlur. Before their brief descent into savagery, the Drimor were proud warrior people, with honorable virtues they once upheld vigorously, however, once their Paragon, Utarr has fallen into darkness, the very same darkness had seeped its way into the collective psyche of the Drimor race, however, this stranglehold would not last for an eternity, once many Drimor were shown the Light of Justinian, but many more resist the Justinian's embrace, and continue to willingly follow the dark path of their Fallen Paragon.
  
  The Drimor are rather unique in that, the race itself is divided into differing groups, which they themselves uncreatively simply refer too as the Hooved and the Non-Hooved. The Hooved Drimor are the more beastly of the two groups, resembling more like the squatted Pigguts, only of more taller and more often then not, hunched. The Non-Hooved however, have more "human" features, standing straight like men, feet and hands like men, their only discernible features of course are their boar-like faces.
• Piggut(Creation of Goldeagle): 10%
  The Pigguts, unlike their larger cousins, are still considered the outsiders in Aberysian Society, their savagery still ever present and their behavior shows it. Pigguts are about the height of a grown mans hip and are often found wearing ragged cloths they steal from their victims and are known to devour sentient flesh, despite the heavy taboos. They prefer unfair numbers and ambushes but suffer from stupidity and superstition. They often only form small bands or tribes with rocky leadership. They look like little pig men standing up and have six fingers and two cleft hooved feet.
• Minotaur/Harnian: 2%
• Elf: 5%
• Centuar: 5%
• Satyr: 2
• Other: 1%

RELIGIOUS INFORMATION:

-State Religion: Orthodox Justinianism
-Patron Deity: The Lands of Aberys once were under the dominion of the Red God Utarr, but has now since been forcibly dethroned by the Justinian.

Utarr

A common depiction of the present Utarr
Before the War in Heaven and the Fall of the Old Pantheon, Utarr was once a faithful celestial servant serving under the King of Gods, Ashenlur. He was a Paragon among his people, the Drimor, one of many creations of Ashenlur, embodying the virtues of his people. After the Fall of the Old Pantheon however, his descent into darkness would begin, with the death of his God-King, so did the Virtues that once made Utarr whole. He grew hideously deformed, and slowly lost his mind, lost in a bloodlust of revenge, this corruption slowly infected the Drimor, who grew more savage as time past.

Utarr, known to all as the Lord of Slaughter, the Great Butcher, with such titles, Utarr promises one thing and one thing only to his followers, fight and butcher enemies in his name and they will never go hungry again, never will they know the hunger pans or of starvation, as the God of the Everfeast, he will make it so.

-Religion Demographics:

• The Justinian: 88%
• Red Pantheon: 12%

-Major Holy Relics/Artefacts in Possession:
The Old Crusaders had at one time, had came into possession of a lone holy relic, simply known as the Celestial Blade, said to be forged with the soul of a long dead God of the Old Pantheon during the War in Heaven, Legends of the blade and other lost relics in the south spread through the west, leading to the Aberysian Crusade and the founding of the Old Kingdom. The Blade has long since been found by the old crusaders, and now rests in the Golden Armory of Exalossa, waiting to be wielded once more.
-Holy Sites under Control: N/A
-Notable Magical Institutions:

• Oratorium: Headquartered in the Free City of Lorimir, the Aberysian Oratorium functions like any other, acting as a sort of secret police and Inquisition in Aberys, a group feared both by the peasantry and nobility alike, if any is suspected in consorting with witches, other unholy forces and heretics, there will be no mercy to be had.
• The Order of the Radiant Dawn: One of the Four Knightly Orders of Aberys. Under the guideance of Grand Master Alisha Astor, The Knights of Radiant Dawn are a rather unique set of individuals, with many members of the Order being a particular brand of zealous and pious, mostly due to their Paladin training. The Radiant Knights are skilled in limited range of holy and elemental magics, and the Order is often found actively working with the Aberysian Oratorium in hunting down witches, heretics and heathens.
• The Sacred Institute of Tymedus: A Prestigious place of both Learning and Worship, a clear counterpart of the Red Pantheonist Solomonanţă of East Ourobosia.

-Religious Interpretations/Culture: N/A

MILITARY INFORMATION:

Total Military Size: The combine might of the abyersian feudal armies, knights and various other groups amount to a total of 100,000 strong.
Listed Heroes:
Arilin The Golden
Princess Rosella of House Weshland
Zaiel Yenn
Nythoalas Sheadros
Urom Goux
Military Doctrine:
Military Units:

State Armies

Due to the Feudal Structure of Aberys, each of the principalities is responsible for maintain their own army. Each State Army follows a small set of standards, be that weapons and uniforms, despite this, the the State Armies have minor differences from one another, be it the color of their uniform or what armor they don. The State Armies share a common Command Structure and Hierarchy, the necessary binding forces that make the State Armies of Aberys a well-organized machine.

Peasant Levies

Levies fighting under the colors of House Rowan


Rowani Levy Archers

Retinue

Left to Right: Archer, Swordsmen, Hammerer, Halberdier


Centaur Retinue

Light Cavalry


Aberysian Sailors


Galleon

Knightly Orders

Order of the Gryph

Order of the Shadowrise

Order of the Lion

Order of the Radiant Dawn

Misc.

Reformed Auxiliaries

With the conquest of Aberys, both the victorious Crusaders and the defeated clans were met with a choice, either the fighting continues till the destruction of either party, or the clans submit themselves to their new masters. A few clans had surrendered themselves over to their superior enemy, reluctantly renouncing their God, Utarr. Over a century later, the clans that had given themselves over to the Old Crusader Kingdom have partially assimilated to Justinianism, able to live, for the most part, within civilized society, at least, the Drimor portion of the clans.

In times of great peril, the Reformed Clans will answer the call to war by their local Lord, acting as savage, yet effective auxiliary troops alongside the main Militia formations.

Saints

The Saints are a truly blessed set of individuals, chosen by the Justinian itself to become something great then the average mortal. Few are given this opportunity to become a Saint, and what such warriors descend from the skies into battle, cheers will be met as the enemy meets their end by Justinian's chosen.

Aberys Rangers

The Ranngers, like the Legion, are an Independent group of soldiers picked from all walks of life, trained to be master marksmen, swordsmen and skirmishers. The Rangers serve a similar, if more active role to the Legion in that they are often found patrol parts of Aberys, keeping it's roads clear of bandits and raiders. In times of war, Rangers can also serve as elite scouts.

Lorimir Legion

After the Civil War came to an end, Lorimir was set up once more as the Capital for the newly established Round Council and the Elected King. Lorimir, answering to new state nor lorded over one within Aberys, was to maintain it's own army, as such, remnants of the Old Kingdom's army were reorganized into the Lorimir Legion. The Legion had only two tasks to uphold, first and foremost was the defense of the capital city and its holdings, and lastly, the Legion is to act as mediators and peacekeepers between the Houses.

Gunners

The Age of Gunpowder has dawned upon Aberys, to a limited capacity that is. Aberys is no stranger to such weapons, but often keep them in small and concentrated numbers. The Gunners, like the Rangers, are formed into a small corp of elite marksmen, in the Gunner's case however, they are often held in reverve by fortunate lords to have such men under their disposal, but when they are sent to war, they will unless blazing hell upon their enemies from a great distance.

Beasts of Burden and War

Horse

A Common beast that could be seen in all corners of Materia, Aberys being no exception to that fact, a loyal and trusted beast employed by all the feudal armies and knightly orders.

Demigryph

Among the most fieriest of land-based predators in Aberys, the Demigryphs, as implied, are a group of wingless Gryph, their appearance varying between different species, be they Hippogryphs or Gryphons. Demigryphs are the preferred mount of the Veterans of the Gryph Knights.

Gryphon


Hippogryph


Umuro

Large mammalian beasts native to Aberys. the Umuro could be found in almost every corner of Aberys, from the Marshlands and the grasslands, some have even been sighted in the Darkwood.

Over the generations, a number of Umuro have been domesticated and made into pack or cart beasts, their sheer strength made useful for traveling Merchants or State Armies.

Lion


Darkwoods Tiger

An uncommon, if not, an outright rare beast in Aberys. The Darkwoods Tiger, as the name implies, are dreadful feline creatures native to the Darkwoods of Gallomour and the surrounding area. Before the Great Migration twelve years ago, the warriors of the Eirenari Horde used the tigers as fearsome mounts in their raids against Gallomour, however, the Horde has long since left the Darkwoods untouched, the few feral packs that remained now growing and branching out of the woods, many feral tigers either slain or captured by hunters, those captured alive sold off to the few Barons or Lords that can afford them as Guard beasts.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE:

King Alaric Angris

Elector-Prince Edward Angris

Princess Amberly Angris

Lord Chancellor Alistair Myles

Elector-Prince Alanion Gallomour

Prince Sebastian Gallomour

Patriarch Utgo of the Reforemd Clans

Grand Master Cyrus Nottley of the Gryph Knights

Princess Rosella Weshland(Hero)

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

Just a small update, my sheet is coming along nicely, should hopefully post it in a few days.

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

@DracoLunaris Err, Sorry to say this, but the land you claimed is Terminal's(The Turquoise Lord).

It's our fault really, I guess we didn't specify on which land was freed up. It was the Lighter shade of teal above Terminal's claim.