Vahir

The Divine Game [God RP, Worldbuilding]

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Editing it to a full stop doesn't count.

@rush99999

Says who?

So how long would we need to wait for them?

@OscarioTheGuy

Probably a day or two. There's no rush.

The Divine Game [God RP, Worldbuilding]

@Voltus_Ventus @clanjos

Waiting on you guys to get to the next turn.

@Vahir

You double posted.

@rush99999

Not anymore.

The Imperial Crisis: Succession

Take your time. We've got two characters up now.

The Imperial Crisis: Succession

Friedrich len Ruthweiler, the Black Prince

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Age: 39

Caste: Royalty (Second son of His Majesty the Emperor)

Occupation: Prime Minister of the Holy Rozarrian Empire, second only to his father, the Emperor. Titled as the Archduke of Ruthweiler, and Margrave of Nezannia. He also has considerable influence in the largest companies in the Empire, mainly due to being the primary investor for them, and is said to be the most wealthy man in the nation not currently sitting on a throne.

Description: Prince Friedrich is known to be appealing in both appearance and personality, reputed to be handsome, charming, friendly, and sociable. He has quite a talent for convincing others to see things his way, and at giving people an impression that his ideas were theirs. Nor is he superficial; he may be the shrewdest statesman of this generation, and it is through his sheer competence that the Empire continues to run smoothly.

But those who know him personally often attest him to be frighteningly chilly. Beneath his gentlemanly demeanor, he cold, calculating, and ruthless to a fault. His tenure as Prime Minister has seen some of the worst horrors in the history of the Empire, with his main policy being the advancement of the nation's goals, regardless of cost or sacrifice. Deep down, there is not a shred of empathy in him.

Biography: Friedrich Odmar len Ruthweiler was born in the year 97 (after the coronation of the first Emperor) in the ancestral family castle of Ruthweiler. His father was the future emperor, Norman len Ruthweiler. As third in line for the throne, he was afforded a very demanding education, one that he thrived in. His tutors commended his quickness of mind and his cleverness, while his older brother, the Crown Prince, did no better than mediocre in his own education.

When his father succeeded to the throne, Friedrich was 19 years old, and serving in the officer corps of the Imperial Army, as was custom for royals. He participated in the second Livonian-Rozarrian War, and was attached to the army which marched into the Livonian metropolis of Cozen, a mere two weeks after the begining of the war. Within another week, the war was over, the Empire had annexed a full third of the old Livonian Federation, and Prince Friedrich found himself covered in commendations. For his contribution to the war, he was awarded the Margravate of Nezannia, formed from one of the Livonian nations conquered in the war.

Though the Nezannians were rebellious and practically rioting against their annexation, within five years he had pacified it into one of the stablest Inferior provinces of the Empire. The Emperor, always with an eye for talent and needing a competent right hand to deal with the machinations of the nobility in Parliament, appointed the Black Prince Prime Minister of the Empire. He quickly brought the regime efficiency it had not known it decades.

One of the earliest crisis he had to deal with was the clamoring of an agressive noble faction, headed by the Crown Prince, that the Empire invade Xiang. A large part of the Imperial Army was of like mind, and even the Emperor was inclined to agree with the proposal. Friedrich gave his silent approval, more convinced by the need to distract the nobility with something than any real inclination to take over the Heavenly Kingdom. When the resulting war turned into the thirteen year bungle that has continued to this day, the Black Prince blamed the incompetence of the Crown prince for the debacle, much to the latter's humiliation. This began a longstanding feud between the two.

Today, Prince Friedrich still serves the Empire as the most competent Prime Minister in living memory. Currently, he is in Xiang, directing a campaign against the still=resisting republic there.

Motivation: Prince Friedrich is remarkably indifferent about almost everything. His one purpose is the advancement of the Empire: if he could accomplish this by helping the people out of poverty, he would do so. If he could accomplish it by massacring every last citizen, he would also do so, without so much as hesitation. In pursuit of the glory of the Empire, there is nothing he will not do.

The Divine Game [God RP, Worldbuilding]

Space for one more?

@Voltus_Ventus

Of course. Make a character, and I'll roll you in.

The Divine Game [God RP, Worldbuilding]

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The Divine Game [God RP, Worldbuilding]

Oh shit, I love that the Maelstrom was born right at the beginning!

Btw, I'm unclear as to how we're reading this graph @vahir. you mentioned in your post that we were in the Southeastern Sea, but aren't the coordinates (x,y)? This would mean we're on the Northwestern Sea if our coordinates are (-10,2).

@OscarioTheGuy

>Studying in Engineering
>Got cartesian coordinates wrong



Fixed now

@UltikanaRe

Hm, a storm as an avatar? Weird, but just cool enough for me to allow it. Let the skies split!

The Divine Game [God RP, Worldbuilding]

@OscarioTheGuy

You know, I think Sudrud and Falke will get along fabulously. They're the gods who build things up, as opposed to those who tear them down.

The Divine Game [God RP, Worldbuilding]

And lo, the IC was born! You guys can post at will (with the hider at the end in the same format as mine, if you please).

A question that just occurred to me: Are you guys bothered by the fact that I'm participating? I trust myself with the die rolls, but you guys might understandably be skeptical.

The Divine Game [God RP, Worldbuilding]

Turn 1

The World

Dawn rises over the new world, barren, but full of hope. The gods find themselves infused with the vigorous power of youth. [+1 to die rolls]



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As the etheral spirits of the gods circled the planet, eagerly examining their new plaything, it occurred to Falke that they had nowhere to converse properly with one another, to avoid the chaos of the previous attempts. This could not be allowed to continue.

With a thought, Falke created a hall in the heavens. It was, of course, not a physical thing, merely a link between the unfathomable minds of the gods. A mortal would comment on its impossible size, splendor, and brightness; but then, a mortal would also go mad just from seeing the room.

"This will be our forum, in which we can take our forms, and avoid devastating war through dialogue," the Divine Prince announced, and though he was alone in the center of the chamber, he knew all his brothers and sisters could hear him. "Should you have a grievance against a peer, bring it up here, rather than on the field of battle."

Satisfied that the others had heard and understood him, he too finally turned his attention to the world. It was disapointing: a sea barren of all intelligent life. He would fix that. Focusing his mind, he began molding the world to his needs. He would have a verdant land, he decided, flat, fertile, welcoming to life and civilization. At his will, uncounted kilometers arose from the depths of the south-eastern sea, already covered in vegetation, not harsh, not soft, the perfect birthplace for an empire.

Though Falke did not smile- now, or ever- he was pleased. This was a fine start.

Actions

Roll: +7
Previously Stored Points: +0
Events Bonus: +1

Actions:

Shape Land, used on two squares, (2,-10) and (3,-10). Land risen in shape of elliptical island, covered in grass, fertile, gentle climate.

Cost: -6
Remaining Balance: 2