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#BlackLivesMatter
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[div class=loveBackground][DIV class=loveBody][DIV class=loveHeader]Love Will Steer the Stars[/DIV]
Once upon a time, in a fairytale land, there were three kingdoms locked into struggle: Alizarin, the mighty warriors with their thundering horses and gleaming swords; Verdigris, the stealthy sailors who stole both cattle and chattel by night and sold them by day; and Pthalia, the aloof wizard-scholars who captured fairies and trained the animals to do their dirty work.
Even when there wasn’t outright war, there was still prejudice, suspicion, and disdain. One day, a great storm passed over the land. The earth cracked, and the mountains bled fire. In the face of the wrath of gods, the commoners united to save their families and their livelihoods. The soldiers united to save their brothers in arms. And finally, the nobles united, realizing that eternal conflict was no future for their countries.
In commemoration of the day the three kingdoms laid down arms and embraced each other in peace, we celebrate the Festival of Hearts – a day when the royal matchmakers assign husbands and wives to the young bachelors and bachelorettes of the noble families. There’s food and spirits and dancing, and a group marriage ceremony before an altar. Each couple presents to the altar the heart of a freshly butchered animal as a sacrifice to appease the gods.
[DIV class=loveSubheader]The Kingdoms[/DIV]
Alizarin
To the mountainous west, a rigid warrior kingdom where the mighty rule and the weak are cast off. That doesn't make them cruel, per se, or disdainful of the weak - quite the opposite. The Alizarin people look down on bullies and believe that inside of every soul is a mighty fighting spirit. It's just that they also believe that if you can't hold your own in battle, then you're in no position to be leading others. And since you're in no position to be leading others, they really don't give a shit about what you think they should or shouldn't do. Square up, bitch.
Here, the hills of wildflowers and grass give way to steeper, snow-capped mountains. The arid plateaus have beautiful superblooms. Within the mountains lies a vast network of caves and mines, said to be the finest metal in all the land. The purity of the ore is thought to be one of the reasons that Alizarin is seldom troubled by mischievous fae, although that might also have something to do with the legendary Queen Bellatrix who castrated the prince of fairies, stewed the gonads with barley and pumpkin, and served it to the Fairy Queen – something about them both wearing white at a wedding.
Pthalia
The northern kingdom, full of ancient misty forests with trees older than history. The arcane energy is thick enough to choke on. The fairies and spirits have their strongholds here in the north and have formed a tentative relationship with Pthalian mankind that lies somewhere between “begrudging respect” and “neighbor that plays the flute and drums during the witching hours”. Some of them, perhaps, may have fraternized… and may explain why pumpkins are outlawed.
The people of Pthalia value education above all else and is the only one of the three countries where even the children of farmers can read basic words and do mental math. Almost everyone can perform basic utilitarian spells such as creating a bright light, starting a fire to heat the tea, and levitating small items. Unfortunately, this has also resulted in Pthalia having the least stable monarchy. The ruling family tends to be whomever has the best bribes for the Dark Court – an ultra-exclusive fraternity of wizard-scholars and fae, that is so secret that many people aren’t even sure they actually exist, and it’s all some elaborate conspiracy to wrest control of the world economy away from that obese pig pretending to be the King of Verdigris.
Verdigris
A warm and lush land – perhaps a little too much so. With miles and miles of coastline and a vast network of rivers and wetlands, Verdigris culture revolves around the water, whether it’s the deep ocean, babbling brooks, or secluded marshes. Elegant ships carrying exotic cargo sail between the three kingdoms, each company (most of them family owned) with their own vibrant flag. Within the kingdom, flat-bottomed barges carry goods from one waterside town to the next. Traditional horse-drawn wagons are reserved for the northern regions with their firmer soil. Down south, you’re liable to sink in the mud and die there if you don’t watch your footing.
Unfortunately, the Verdigris people have a reputation for being thieves and liars. It’s not entirely unfounded, however it’s inadvisable to mention this in their presence. It will begin an argument in which they point out that most pirates are Alizarin mercenaries, and it’s a Pthalian demand for toxic ingredients for illegal potions that keeps the black market flourishing, and furthermore, you’re clearly a socioeconomic elitist besmirching the humble origins of this maritime nation, and maybe there wouldn’t be a slave trade if the arena owners didn’t pay so handsomely for bodies for gladiators to practice on, and honestly, they’re just trying to make a living, why don’t you relax with some rum and roast pork? Have you heard the King has gone missing? Tragic, really, the Queen is beside herself, oscillating between sobbing and maniacal laughter.
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[div class=loveBackground][DIV class=loveBody][DIV class=loveHeader]Love Will Steer the Stars[/DIV]
Once upon a time, in a fairytale land, there were three kingdoms locked into struggle: Alizarin, the mighty warriors with their thundering horses and gleaming swords; Verdigris, the stealthy sailors who stole both cattle and chattel by night and sold them by day; and Pthalia, the aloof wizard-scholars who captured fairies and trained the animals to do their dirty work.
Even when there wasn’t outright war, there was still prejudice, suspicion, and disdain. One day, a great storm passed over the land. The earth cracked, and the mountains bled fire. In the face of the wrath of gods, the commoners united to save their families and their livelihoods. The soldiers united to save their brothers in arms. And finally, the nobles united, realizing that eternal conflict was no future for their countries.
In commemoration of the day the three kingdoms laid down arms and embraced each other in peace, we celebrate the Festival of Hearts – a day when the royal matchmakers assign husbands and wives to the young bachelors and bachelorettes of the noble families. There’s food and spirits and dancing, and a group marriage ceremony before an altar. Each couple presents to the altar the heart of a freshly butchered animal as a sacrifice to appease the gods.
[DIV class=loveSubheader]The Kingdoms[/DIV]
Alizarin
To the mountainous west, a rigid warrior kingdom where the mighty rule and the weak are cast off. That doesn't make them cruel, per se, or disdainful of the weak - quite the opposite. The Alizarin people look down on bullies and believe that inside of every soul is a mighty fighting spirit. It's just that they also believe that if you can't hold your own in battle, then you're in no position to be leading others. And since you're in no position to be leading others, they really don't give a shit about what you think they should or shouldn't do. Square up, bitch.
Here, the hills of wildflowers and grass give way to steeper, snow-capped mountains. The arid plateaus have beautiful superblooms. Within the mountains lies a vast network of caves and mines, said to be the finest metal in all the land. The purity of the ore is thought to be one of the reasons that Alizarin is seldom troubled by mischievous fae, although that might also have something to do with the legendary Queen Bellatrix who castrated the prince of fairies, stewed the gonads with barley and pumpkin, and served it to the Fairy Queen – something about them both wearing white at a wedding.
Monarchs
King Cyrus Selagos
Queen Minu Selagos (née Mathara)
Noble Families
Mathara
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Pthalia
The northern kingdom, full of ancient misty forests with trees older than history. The arcane energy is thick enough to choke on. The fairies and spirits have their strongholds here in the north and have formed a tentative relationship with Pthalian mankind that lies somewhere between “begrudging respect” and “neighbor that plays the flute and drums during the witching hours”. Some of them, perhaps, may have fraternized… and may explain why pumpkins are outlawed.
The people of Pthalia value education above all else and is the only one of the three countries where even the children of farmers can read basic words and do mental math. Almost everyone can perform basic utilitarian spells such as creating a bright light, starting a fire to heat the tea, and levitating small items. Unfortunately, this has also resulted in Pthalia having the least stable monarchy. The ruling family tends to be whomever has the best bribes for the Dark Court – an ultra-exclusive fraternity of wizard-scholars and fae, that is so secret that many people aren’t even sure they actually exist, and it’s all some elaborate conspiracy to wrest control of the world economy away from that obese pig pretending to be the King of Verdigris.
Monarchs
King Valmont Blackbane
Queen Bernadine Blackbane (née Summersound)
Noble Families
Summersound
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Verdigris
A warm and lush land – perhaps a little too much so. With miles and miles of coastline and a vast network of rivers and wetlands, Verdigris culture revolves around the water, whether it’s the deep ocean, babbling brooks, or secluded marshes. Elegant ships carrying exotic cargo sail between the three kingdoms, each company (most of them family owned) with their own vibrant flag. Within the kingdom, flat-bottomed barges carry goods from one waterside town to the next. Traditional horse-drawn wagons are reserved for the northern regions with their firmer soil. Down south, you’re liable to sink in the mud and die there if you don’t watch your footing.
Unfortunately, the Verdigris people have a reputation for being thieves and liars. It’s not entirely unfounded, however it’s inadvisable to mention this in their presence. It will begin an argument in which they point out that most pirates are Alizarin mercenaries, and it’s a Pthalian demand for toxic ingredients for illegal potions that keeps the black market flourishing, and furthermore, you’re clearly a socioeconomic elitist besmirching the humble origins of this maritime nation, and maybe there wouldn’t be a slave trade if the arena owners didn’t pay so handsomely for bodies for gladiators to practice on, and honestly, they’re just trying to make a living, why don’t you relax with some rum and roast pork? Have you heard the King has gone missing? Tragic, really, the Queen is beside herself, oscillating between sobbing and maniacal laughter.
Monarchs
King Clovis Bellerose
Queen Valerie Bellerose (née Segal)
Noble Families
Segal
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