Rulers of Avaria

[MustyCrusty]

(This is the first time I made an rp thread so please be patient with me)


This is a free form (mostly) fantasy kingdom/empire thread. You create a kingdom or empire and either the ruler or a very prominent person in said nation. There is some strategy mainly you can rp treaties, alliances and wars (or anything else). About wars No god moding and if the war can't be decided between the involved nations I will read through it and decide the victor if there is one. I am hoping to get at least 5-6 People other than myself. No gods for obvious reasons. No nation of dragons please though you can have a dragon character. Of course let's forget all that and get down to the shenanigans!

 

[MustyCrusty]

(Ic starts here)

 

[MustyCrusty]

Priceps was not usually a complicated man. But these times are complicated indeed. The world seemed on the brink of change and the old king was worried what that would mean for his people. "Sire? The ceremony is ready your highness." Glancing wearily from his books he nodded. "Hent you know titles and formality annoy me" His steward simply shook his head. "Sire maybe we can have this discussion after the ceremony?" Getting up Priceps adjusted his crown and followed the steward down a long corridor. After many lefts and rights they came apon a large throne room the main walkway lined up with the last order of Avalantian knights. Besides the capital they were the only remaining scars from there past glory. Nodding to the men he waved his hand for the ceremony to proceed. Lots of formal shaz later a middle aged man walked up to the throne followed by a much younger looking man. As they arrived at the throne the pair kneeled and the elder of the two spoke "I Prince Mastiv hereby present my son prince Mastiv the 2nd for knighthood." Priceps looked at his grand son and great grand son and smiled "By what deeds?" This question was followed by a long list of valiant deeds and quests that would be too boring to list here. As Mastiv finished Mastiv the 2nd stepped forward and presented Priceps with a sword. "I hereby with the power granted to me, by the sol et matrem I grant thee the title of knight" (Sorry this ended so abruptly I had stuff to do)

 

[jole875]

Tulak had been sitting in his throne for the past hour, in front of him a few of his younger sons and their friends sparred with wooden khopeshes. Beside him on either side his royal guard sat watching the sparring while either sharpening their own khopesh or eating the cooked beef brought in by the cooks. "Dara, fetch me some wine," Tulak growled in a thick tone as he would lean forward observing the moves of one of his sons, and soon to be king's guard. His son, Tudavar, wasn't very strong but he was quick enough to parry blows from bigger attackers. Before Tulak was able to sip at his wine he had been given an unknown rushed into the throne room, before he could get near Tulak, Forok one of Tulak's sons jumped up from his meal and held his khopesh's blade to the Anubi's throat and muttered,"Flisni biznesin tuaj ose te vritet." Speak your business or be killed. After Forok's threat the rest of the king's guard set down their meals and surrounded the intruder. "I come to you oh humble king to tell you ailments of the lands beyond our sands, would you hear me oh gracious king," the intruder turned out to be one of the few scouts Tulak had sent out across the lands. "Let him speak," Tulak commanded with a firm voice. By his command his sons backed away and lowered their blades. "I have seen the countries beyond my liege, they are vast and plentiful. Many of them have land that is farm able, but do not use it, they have been greedy my king," the scout said trying to imply invasion. "And so you would have me invade unknown enemies, through unknown lands, through unknown costs, you would have me risk the lives of me and my sons so that we could steal unwanted land from countries that may have the strength to over power us? I do see your claim to these ideals though, I will be sending more scouts and.... an envoy," Tulak would end his long rant with a small nod to one of his sons, signalling him to go fetch scouts. "Would you like to renew your contract," Tulak would ask. "No my lord, in the lands beyond I had been been forced to fight my way out of more than a few situations," the scout said in a mumble. With a nod Tulak gripped a purse from the stand beside his thrown and tossed it to the scout.


After several minutes of waiting several dozen Anubi clad in light leather armor entered the throne room. Standing from his throne he clapped his hands and began to speak,"I have decided to send out more scouts but under certain circumstances I will be sending groups instead of individuals, for your own safety. Each of you will being going in groups of atleast five but no more than ten. Forok, you will lead a party of six of the best swordsman you can find to the country of Avalantia. I want you to speak with their leader, and by the dark one don't go and get yourselves killed. You will be leaving soon." King Tulak would wave his hand dismissing the scouts. His son, Forok, would bow his head slightly and join the scouts leaving the throne room. With a sigh Tulak would sit back into his throne.

 

[Roland Bishop]

Boren, Head General and Regent for the head of state Marie Bara of Zelthra was on a mission. In his eyes it was not very important. But his queen ordered it, so unless he wanted to break the contract, of what he physical couldn't, he had to comply. He was to head to different kingdoms and report the fact that scouts of unknown origin had been seen in these parts. He was also to warn that war could be coming if these scouts where looking for potential targets. Zelthra, having a very small standing army, would be a perfect target for such an attack. Though if everyone was prepared for war, just in case, then they wouldn't even be able to get to Zelthra in the first place. Or so that was the queen's thinking. It wasn't a bad thought, it was just that no one ever listens to a nine year old girl when talking about war.


The contracted demon sighed to himself, knowing this entire trip was futile. Pompous old men and arrogant pups would never listen to a demon and a little girl. That's just how things where. But that wouldn't stop Marie. Boren let out a soft whistle to call his horse. It came trotting up to him, before stopping right in-front of him. It was a pure black horse with red eyes as well as a mane and tail made out of cold-fire.


"Let's keep going bud." He said softly with a voice like gravel to the demon horse as it shook it's mane out, bits of ash falling to the ground. Boren quickly mounted up and gave the horse a tap on the side. It then took off at a light jog towards the next kingdom. That kingdom was the Avalantia kingdom, ruled by another old man.


The demon didn't bother at the gates. He rode right past the guards, giving them death stares as he passed. Though he was not at full power, and could be beaten if they all attacked him at once, but the guards didn't know that. Slowly he road directly up to the castle, every eye on him and the demon horse. Once at the castle, the demon slowly got off his horse and let it run free again. It would simply go eat until needed again. Ignoring the guards once more, Boren walked into the castle, trusting his overwhelming confidence and presence to scare off anyone trying to stop him. It worked to a degree, until he got to the throne room. There the guards stopped him, even if they looked like they really didn't want to.


"Move." The gravely voice said, though the guards didn't budge. "I am a diplomatic envoy for the kingdom of Zelthra, as well as queen Marie Bara's regent. If you do not move out of my way i will take it as a declaration of war and cut you down where you stand. Now move." He ordered once more, his voice ever so louder. It was enough to make the guards move.


Throwing open the doors to the throne room, Boren started giving his message without a slight bit of hesitation. He did not bow down, he didn't even wait for permission to speak, he just walked towards the king and gave his words. "King Priceps of


Avalantia. I have come to deliver a message. Scouts of unknown origins have been seen in our lands. We believe them to the forwards force for a new player in the great game that is our kingdoms. We, the people of Zelthra, implore you to strengthen your patrols, grow your army, and await the worst. For we do not know what these people wish. Let us not show weakness, but strength."


At the end of the message, Boren was standing next the the man who was asking for his son to be knighted. The demon completely ignored that he was interrupting a ceremony, for he really didn't care what the mortals where up to. He was just doing as his queen asks.

 

[MustyCrusty]

Priceps learned a long time ago that he shouldn't be surprised by what life can cook up. A demon interrupting his great grand sons knighting was an example of that. Looking at the demon Priceps said in a scolding tone "Well for the sake of your kingdom I hope you aren't the only diplomat." Sighing he pressed on "Also the supposed "beasts" that have been wandering the wilds recently have never been proven to be hostile. To put it frankly we have more cause to fear demons than these "beasts". As a king though I would be willing to negotiate with your kingdom further. After all my scouts recently discovered a group of these beings have entered my kingdom wishing to speak with me. So far I have seen nothing to suggest any conflict between them and us." As he finished he stood up from the throne and dismissed his grand sons. "If you wish to leave after this you can but if your leader wishes to discuss anything of true urgency you need only ask." With tired eyes he stared unwavering at the thing. His royal guard have tensed as the thing entered the room but for now there weapons remained sheathed. After a second he turns to his steward and asks for a glass of wine. Turning back to the demon he asks with a soft cordial tone "Would you like some wine at all?"


@jole875 @Roland Bishop

 

[Hunnyhelp]

Carsion rode through the city of A'ar, pleasantly enjoying the air of the ranching city, and the peacefulness that his lover always brought to him. That was until a breathless Elven underly ran up to the couple and shouted urgent news to the Grand Counsellor.




"Sir, due to the passing of MMMMMMMMMMMMDCCVII, Sire Lord Cravin of Evars has announced his resignation and the appointment of Lord Ersaihn to take his position." "Very troubling news, but I am afraid me and my husband were speaking," Hyrain stated with the wave of his hand and the fluttering of dark green robes. "Send the proper diplomats, Raavin." Carsion interrupted at the great displeasure of his lover.

The underly ran away quickly (most likely predicting an arguement), Hyrain turned to Carsion and cast a deeply worried look. "Carsion, you are not a political man, you are not a conquer. You are a peaceful ruler, I see it in your heart." Carsion said nothing to this and only rode his horse towards the Fort of the Forest, the largest military installment in the kingdom. As the couple approached the stone fort, Hyrain departed from Carsion and took the marble path leading to the palace of Kings and Emperors. Carsion took a much different path, one of stone and of crowded men. A choice that would end up impacting the future of all the people of Empire of Eruis.


In that crowded street an elite approached him. "Sire, a sighting of a Dae has been reported in the East, it seems the dog wants peaceful interactions with our empire, what might be your reply." In response to this Carsion stopped his horse at the telling of this, and the surrounding soldiers quickly jogged away, leaving the two alone. "I invite the beast into the fort, pursuing diplomatic discussions. Sadly, I had to slay the beast, as it had attacked and killed both you and my lover Hyrain. I respond with diplomatic rage as it had killed one of my highest elites and my deepest love in a cowardly surprise attack, using my power in Article MMMMMMMMMMMMMDCCVII and the support of the Council (without Cravin) to march against them." "Promptly Grandest Counsellor," the elite responded, never to be seen alive again.

(Sorry for rainbow colors and broken sentences, writer's block is a terrible thing to write under)


(I'm done editting!)
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[jole875]

"Forok, blood son of Tulak King of Rama. I would suggest you allow me and my party entry, sir," Forok would say to one of the guards at the gate of the keep. Forok was able to hunch over in a cloak to get into the city but into the keep he would have to talk his way through it. Forok was third oldest son of Tulak, he was in Tulak's first litter of children. After a talk with the guards and all seven of the Anubi revealing their tall muscular dog like bodies they eventually complied. As Forok's talons clacked against the stone of the keep he gained more and more stares from the onlooking people. As Forok would enter the throne room he would quickly attract more than a few eyes. Before him was a demon, a supposed king, and a boy to be knighted, Forok wasn't very familiar with the culture of other countries but he could understand a knighting was a high honor. Instead of coming forward he and his six companions would quietly watch.


"Have our black smiths produce more spears and javelins, go to the treasury and take what you must. I want tailors making leather armor non stop, slaughter as much cattle as needed," King Tulak said to a tall thin Anubi marking down what Tulak said on a piece of parchment. After the tall Anubi left Tulak stood from his throne and began pacing through the throne room flicking his long tail back and forth.


(@Hunnyhelp You should come to Avalantia, I don't want to leave you out)


@davezilla10

 

[Roland Bishop]

The demon smiled a toothy grin. His teach as sharp and as plentiful as a sharks. He could practically smell the blood on this old man's hands. If he where not already under contract, he would try to find out the source of it, and use it to turn his heart black. But he was under contract. An eternal one by the going of things. "I would rather ale. A strong, black one. I have come for more then just the warning. Four things. A pact of non-aggression. A free trade treaty. A defensive alliance. Lastly a royal marriage, well, two actually. Two sets of cousins will marry each other and bring our distant houses closer, if you agree. We will each be taking in and losing a noble lady, for reassurance that the treaties will not be broken."


Boren moved closer to the king and reached inside his armor. He pulled out a small black book and held it in the air. "These are all the eligible young ladies that my queen is related to. If you wish to accept these treaty's i will let you or whoever is getting married look over this book and pick a bride."


Suddenly Boren's smile fell off his face, replaced with a frown. He said softly in his gravely voice so only the king and those close could hear. "There are muts behind me, aren't there. I can smell them. I've never liked muts. Even less then you humans."

 

[MustyCrusty]

Looking over the shoulder of the demon Priceps noticed the envoy. Frowning again he turned back to the demon. "They are guests of Avalantia, and they will be treated with the respect they are due. Right now you don't seem to be worth any form of respect. I hope your ruler is different." Waving to a nearby servant for some black ale he said "I agree to your offers, except for the defensive alliance. Maybe in time our two great houses may have such an alliance but the current situation is chaotic at the moment and these things can shift at a moments notice. My regards to your ruler. One last thing of note." With this his expression turned softer and his voice with less of an edge "A word of advice from one ruler to another if you will. War is a last resort. It..is not a decision made lightly. With a respectful nod he walked toward the envoy. "Greetings I am King Priceps the 57th, I hope your journey was comfortable. May I offer you any ale? Mead? Wine?"


@Roland Bishop @jole875