Bunesh
Filled with DETERMINATION
The Sixcrown, a legendary artifact created by a barbarian-king named Jevron The Mighty, who strode forth from his simple tribe to challenge the six great kings of Albion, and won. Against all odds, he defeated king after king, their armies falling to his strength and cunning. He took their crowns and he reforged them into a golden circlet with six bands, all connected at the front by a large glowing white stone.
He was a powerful and firm leader, one who walked the line between firm and tyrannical without falling, one who demanded respect and offered it in return but slew those who dared to mock him. When he died, the crown passed to his only daughter who found that her father's strength filled her when she wore it, granting her an innate knowledge of swordplay, war tactics, and the secrets he died with. The crown would then pass to her son and then his son, and so on for five hundred years, down the line of Jevron, each monarch who bore the crown benefitting from the knowledge and strength of their predecessors and adding their own in turn. The Sixcrown became more than just a symbol, it became the mark of the one true ruler, for only they who bore the Sixcrown could sit upon the throne of the True King, all others would be consumed by fire should they try.
But there were those who coveted the crown, and though they fought for it, they were all found wanting, for the might that the Sixcrown offered its wearer turned a regular man into something akin to a demigod. But there was one noble, Lady Gatharia who hungered for the crown, yet knew that no normal army could face the line of Jevron and win, so sought instead another means, a darker one. Magic in this world was rare but it did exist, escaping through thin cracks in the veil between the world of mortals and the world beyond. It was also known that when someone died, their soul entered The World Beyond, and that many deaths could cause a new hole to open in the veil. So, armed with this knowledge, she had the homeless children, the discarded, the unwanted, all lured to an orphanage that promised care and food, all under the guise of kindness and charity. After two years, Gatharia believed she had enough innocents and so during the blood moon, she and her guards slew them all.
The resulting deaths created more than just a fracture in the veil, it sundered a gaping hole, one that opened in the orphanage as a great black pit that spread rapidly outwards, a dark, thick black water flooding out into the streets. Lady Gatharia had not anticipated this and was dragged into the pit with her guards, but it would be cold comfort for those in the royal city, for the whole city began to sink, while horrifying and unnatural creatures rose up from the hole. The king at the time took up his blade to fight the creatures and buy his family time to escape though it was a losing fight, even for him, as the night had given the darkness cover to spread without raising alarm until it was too late to save everyone. And so, the king was pulled into the darkness, along with his Sixcrown, the entire city of Reifald lost in what became known as The Abyss.
That was three hundred years ago.
Today, the Abyss sits contained within the thick walls of the Cathedral-Fortress; The Iron Palace, guarded by a steady supply of men who have nothing left to lose. They wage an endless war against the abyssal spawn, and have even established a fortress within the Abyss itself, though it is one under constant siege, requiring soldiers to be fed into it to hold the line. It was here that your sister was sent, a princess convicted of treason for attempting to have you murdered in a bid to steal the throne from you. Sent to the Iron Palace, her fate was one of earning her salvation with her life.
Imagine your shock when you are told by a secret messenger that the Sixcrown has been found and is being brought to you, the last of Jevron's line, and it is your sister who found it. What will happen when you two meet once again after ten years apart? How will you deal with the inevitable declarations of war from your neighbors, and how will you handle the intrigue of the palace, and the dark creatures of the abyss?
That is up to you.
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He was a powerful and firm leader, one who walked the line between firm and tyrannical without falling, one who demanded respect and offered it in return but slew those who dared to mock him. When he died, the crown passed to his only daughter who found that her father's strength filled her when she wore it, granting her an innate knowledge of swordplay, war tactics, and the secrets he died with. The crown would then pass to her son and then his son, and so on for five hundred years, down the line of Jevron, each monarch who bore the crown benefitting from the knowledge and strength of their predecessors and adding their own in turn. The Sixcrown became more than just a symbol, it became the mark of the one true ruler, for only they who bore the Sixcrown could sit upon the throne of the True King, all others would be consumed by fire should they try.
But there were those who coveted the crown, and though they fought for it, they were all found wanting, for the might that the Sixcrown offered its wearer turned a regular man into something akin to a demigod. But there was one noble, Lady Gatharia who hungered for the crown, yet knew that no normal army could face the line of Jevron and win, so sought instead another means, a darker one. Magic in this world was rare but it did exist, escaping through thin cracks in the veil between the world of mortals and the world beyond. It was also known that when someone died, their soul entered The World Beyond, and that many deaths could cause a new hole to open in the veil. So, armed with this knowledge, she had the homeless children, the discarded, the unwanted, all lured to an orphanage that promised care and food, all under the guise of kindness and charity. After two years, Gatharia believed she had enough innocents and so during the blood moon, she and her guards slew them all.
The resulting deaths created more than just a fracture in the veil, it sundered a gaping hole, one that opened in the orphanage as a great black pit that spread rapidly outwards, a dark, thick black water flooding out into the streets. Lady Gatharia had not anticipated this and was dragged into the pit with her guards, but it would be cold comfort for those in the royal city, for the whole city began to sink, while horrifying and unnatural creatures rose up from the hole. The king at the time took up his blade to fight the creatures and buy his family time to escape though it was a losing fight, even for him, as the night had given the darkness cover to spread without raising alarm until it was too late to save everyone. And so, the king was pulled into the darkness, along with his Sixcrown, the entire city of Reifald lost in what became known as The Abyss.
That was three hundred years ago.
Today, the Abyss sits contained within the thick walls of the Cathedral-Fortress; The Iron Palace, guarded by a steady supply of men who have nothing left to lose. They wage an endless war against the abyssal spawn, and have even established a fortress within the Abyss itself, though it is one under constant siege, requiring soldiers to be fed into it to hold the line. It was here that your sister was sent, a princess convicted of treason for attempting to have you murdered in a bid to steal the throne from you. Sent to the Iron Palace, her fate was one of earning her salvation with her life.
Imagine your shock when you are told by a secret messenger that the Sixcrown has been found and is being brought to you, the last of Jevron's line, and it is your sister who found it. What will happen when you two meet once again after ten years apart? How will you deal with the inevitable declarations of war from your neighbors, and how will you handle the intrigue of the palace, and the dark creatures of the abyss?
That is up to you.
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DM ME IF INTERESTED
