Will of the Conquerors

[Jabroni]

Will of the Conquerors


I am devising a nation builder centered around the fictional continent of Aurelia. Much like medieval Europe, North Africa and the Middle East, religion and farming are the backbone of daily life for most people. You will create a nation for these subjects and expand on its history, geography, culture, etc. Alternately, you may opt out of the nation building aspect and focus on filling other players' nations with your characters.
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We will begin this roleplay in approximately 3 days, so start working on those nation sheets! Check the overview for the game rules and starting map.

 

[Jabroni]

Prologue

Current Date: April 6th, 1237

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Barnaby of Mirendarith made the great climb as all pilgrims do, inching further upon rock and soot. An uneven cobblestone path built decades ago meandered along in a zigzag. Trekking it was a dangerous business, as one had to hug the mountainside so as not to slip. At least the dire wolves dared not venture here. In this, Barnaby took comfort, and also in the warmth of his stomach. Today's mead had kept his insides from freezing over.


Following closely behind was a boy not ten and eight, eager to earn his right of passage, and Casper, a grey-white pack mule. The ass began to slow down and eventually came to a halt. With a shivering hand, the boy tugged at Casper's reigns, but he still would not move. "C'mon Cas! Come onnnn!" Barnaby turn back to see what was the matter.


"Take control of 'im, boy. There's no use holleri-" he began to say before a loud rumbling swept him off his feet. His walking stick went flying off in an arc. Barely managing to hook a hand on the ledge of the road, he hung there off the cliff.


"Father Barnabus! Hold on!" the boy cried, staggering toward the edge. Large groups of boulders and rock shards started billowing down. Just beyond the tumble appeared a dark cloud chimneying into the sky, turning day into night.


Barnaby witnessed all this with glazed eyes "By the Maker..." he managed to utter before they were all engulfed in smoke.


((Okay, I didn't really know how to start it so here's a giant ass volcanic eruption.))


@DefendKebab1918 @Chris James @AlbaGuBrath @NecroKnight @General Deth Glitch

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"Thromal erupts! Thromal erupts! By the saints, the skies streak with flame!"


Young Petruccio shouted as he sprinted through the city of Isabelle-Dominati, capital of the Theocratic Kingdom of Isabelle-Dominati. The crowds of Dominatis alit with confusion and panic, and begin preparations for immediate evacuation. Provisions and items are gathered, horses mounted, swords sheathed and armor donned upon shoulder. All around the kingdom, the Watchers of Thromal call that the mountain regurgitated with fiery death.


Petruccio bursts into King Guy VI's court, as his elite guard raise halberd to the present. "Lower arms!" The king ordered in authoritative manner, his deep voice echoing throughout the King's exotic abode. The house went quiet, soldiers returning to positions, now calm, the boy fearfully standing before his lodge. "Well, townsboy? What say you?" The king asked the young child. "M-Mount Thromal, my liege, Mount Thromal burns high to the heavens and shoots far as the most powerful bow's arrow!" The boy exclaimed, tripping over his words. Immediately, those within the King's Throneroom began to spout off in confused and panicked dialogue.


"SILENCE!" The King called. Once again, all was quiet. Guy VI pointed to his Steward. "Fetch a dozen scrolls, quill and two vats." He orders. The Steward nods, and goes off to do his Monarch's bidding. The King then turned to his naval advisor. "Ready all ships, for sail on the Sea." He orders. This subject also nods, and, in silence, departs from the reach. Within minutes, the Steward of Guy VI returned with scrolls, ink and pens on hand. "Your message, my liege?"


"Greetings, fellow leader. It is I, the Most Holy Guy III of The Theocratic Kingdom of Isabelle-Dominati. I notify you of a recent eruption at the Mountain of Thromal. Here, the Sea of Mela is our carrier, and may The Maker guide us in haste. I have levied my seamen and prepared my ships - I reckon you do the same. If my scientists' predictions prove true, Thromal's wrath may come to our Kingdoms. We must ensure the safety of our people, by preparing for exodus from the fire."


Guy III sends this to all Kingdoms on the Western Coast of the Sea of Mela


@DefendKebab1918 @Karlore


[LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY EASTERN KINGDOMS]

 

[Karlore]

((@KurtH6355 I think you missed Albagubrath))


The city of Karzow sits on the banks of the mighty Gestula river. It is known across the kingdom as a center of learning and culture. The city is home to the Karzow academy, where scholars flock to study philosophy and the arts. The kings palace sits in the center of town, looming over the main square, across from the high temple.


King Jaroslaw stands in his meeting room, gazing out the window. The queen, Khulan, stands next to him, and two Hussars guard the door.


A man with messy blonde hair and a clean shaven face enters with a servant. He's smiling, as always, but even more so to see his childhood friend once more. The servant announces him as he takes a bite of his plum.


"Count Kristaw of house Sliwitz, lord of Parmania"


Kristaw kneels on one knees and bows. "Your grace. My queen"


The king orders the servant and guards out of the room and addresses his guest only after they shuffle out. "Get up Kristaw, I've had enough of these formalities" Kristaw rises to his feet and takes another bite of his fruit "I'm sure you have. Sorry I missed your coronation."


"Nonsense, you were busy, and there wasn't much to miss anyway" the king glances at the plum "It's been ages since I've had a Parmanian plum. Got another?"


"Sorry lord, I'm all out. I did you one better, though" he pulls a bottle of plum brandy out of his satchel and places it on the table. They all sit as Kristaw opens the bottle and pours glasses. The king takes a sip and begins to speak. "Unfortunately, we won't have time to catch up. I've got an important mission for you. I need you to go to the court of Sultan Alp Ismail as my representative". Kristaw furrows his brow "why not send an ambassador?"


"The sejm minister of foreign affairs would never allow it. I need you to maintain complete secrecy about the nature of your visit. When you get there request a private meeting, no ceremonies."


"...You know I trust you, but think about what you're doing."


"I have thought about it. Times are changing and we need to take a greater role in world affairs. I'm trying to get the sejm to understand that, but I can't afford to wait on them"


"I understand. I'll make the preparations immediately" both men rise "Thank you" the king embraces him "let's see if that silver tongue of yours can finally do us some good. I'm sorry to spring this on you so suddenly. We'll have to finish catching up when you return" The two say their farewells. As Kristaw leaves the king yells to his servant "send in my next visitor"


An old man in a tartan robe enters. He is bald on the crown of his head, but long grey hair hangs from the side and mingles with his beard. His wrinkled face is criss crossed with blue tattoos. He takes a knee and bows "your grace. My queen".


"You may rise, elder Macgrath". Macgrath rises as the king continues "you are known throughout the land as a savvy man, and I personally have grown to rely on your wise counsel. I'm sending you to Maireann as an emissary."


"I will go lord, but as you know I've been chosen as my people's representative to the sejm. I can't guarantee my successor will fight as strongly for the crowns interests."


"It is a risk I am willing to take. I cannot trust anyone else with this."


"I shall not fail you lord. I will make preparations at once."


"Thank you elder. You may go." Macgrath exits, leaving the king and queen alone. They move to the window seat and continue gazing over the river. "The sejm is convening soon. We'll have to leave for the capital... If they find out about this..."


The queen looks into his eyes "If anyone objects I'll have their limbs tied to four swift horses"


He laughs and puts an arm around her shoulder. "That's your solution to everything." She smiles, "That's because it's a good solution. You're doing what's best for the realm. If the nobles can't see that they'll have to be pushed aside". The kings stares out the window "It won't come to that." He pauses "I've had word from king Guy that mount Thromal has erupted"


"An ill omen"


"Indeed. The gods have mercy on us all..." He takes a long pause "but enough gloom and doom. Let's finish off that brandy."

 

[Clockwork_Magic]

The city of Widour had been the capital ever since the "Uprising" as Widourians call it. After the Uprising, the seat of power was moved form Earlington to Widour, the city of Gatterlen had become the largest trade center in the kingdom, and the towns of Iredale, Tornburry, and Grimsby had been founded.


King Torrad III sat on his throne, judging a prisoner brought before him.


"Tell me again why he is here." Torrad III said. "He is charged with treason." said one of the guards who were holding him said. "He claims that the last king was a saint compared to you and your bloodline and you and your father's rules have been full of nothing but bloodshed."


"Oh, he did, did he?" said Torrad III. "Take him to be executed." Torrad III did not tolerate anyone who questioned his power and disrespected his family, especially if it were a Widourian in question.


The guards carried him out while Julius, his adviser and close friend, walked towards the throne. "Ah, Julius my friend, what brings you to my court today?" Torrad III said. "Well, sire" Julius said "there had been reports of smoke coming from the East of Tornburry, most likely within the borders of Darvinia."


"What about it?"


"Torrad, what do you know about mount Thromal."


"It erupted?"


Widour religious beliefs state that Thromal was where their prophet first spoke to god and its eruption would signal the arrival of the Lord of the Underworld. "Yes, sire."


"Well, what are we waiting for!" Torrad III said. "Mobilize 2,500 spearmen, along with 250 cataphracts, and 2,000 of the tribals; make sure they bring enough supplies for both them and any people that need help, and bring some tools in case there is rubble to clean up; ready the navy; we must prevent the Lord of the Underworld from coming into our realm!" "Yes sire!" Julius said before he ran out of the throne room.


"Now, I think I need a drink." Torrad said as he walked toward the wine cellar.

 

[Dominus Regum]

King-chief Jakob of the Northern Province sat on his throne, wrestling with his own mind on what to do. He had a long road ahead, and not much time to decide which path, so he decided to pray to Odin... He walked slowly to the altar and laid his hands on the cold stone, feeling his ancestors, and started to pray, in his Viking accent...


"O, great Odin, Allfather! Tell me what is right!" He said, and waited an answer...


Soon, he heard a reply, a ancient, deep voice, from the depths of the Aesir. It spoke slowly,


"You. You are my champion king... Bring honor to your ancestors, While the Mountain screeches fire, and the other foolish kingdoms try to stop my will, take the west coast."


As soon as the voice came, it went away... and left the King speechless... He thought for a few minutes before gathering the Council of High Jarls. It took a few hours, but they all eventually sat down in the Hall of Ancestors.


King Jakob stood up and spoke, wearing the crown of Bones.


"I do not have time to explain... Get our ships of war and half all our soldiers.... Try to negotiate with the villages, and even offer them freedom of religion. Try to also intimidate them, but kill to get the land."


He cleared his throat as the High Jarls all looked at each other, and raised a pint of Mead. He let out a few words that left the Hall louder, and filled the Jarls with reassurance...





"Odin with us!"

 

[High Moon]

Sultan Alp Ismail sat on his throne,deep in thought as memebers of Divan (Council of State) argued about recent developments.Uçbeyileri (Border Lords) had sent letters regarding eruption of Mount Thromal,the Sultan had also recieved a letter from Guy the Third from lands below.Finally he spoke.


''It is clear that The Greatest is punishing the unbelievers...and maybe even us but there is nothing we can do but ready our-selves but not like That coward III.Guy,we cant leave this lands given to us by our forefathers,no that would anger the Great one!''


Then Grand Vizier Şamil said


''That would be right my Sultan yet it may be the best for us to prepare the Ships in case...''


but he was cut short by the Khalif Abdulrahman


''You heard the Sultan,and I agree with him, forsaking these lands would anger the Great One.but I can agree on that we shall prepare our ships,but not for the reason of leaving these lands but for Conquering more in the name of the Greatest! As those Cowards south of us will be fleeing it would be the right time for us to expand south,towards our Ancestral Homelands''


Sultan had a pleased expression,as he said


''Yes,Khalif Abdulrahman is right,it is time for us Malikids to once again show our might to the rest of the world,alert the Lords to raise their levies and call for the tribes to ready for war we will be marching South by the end of May,Şamil commision bridges and Hamams to be built on the roads leading to south we will need logistic support,Enver Shah I need you to go to the Commonwealth as an emmisary and announce that I Sultan Alp Ismail have no Intention of breaking the peace with Polovians and asking for a non-aggresion pact to be signed bettwen Myself and King Jaroslaw I Kruzki.Dissmised''


The members of Divan bowed to the Sultan as they retreated from his throne room,as silence once again reigned Sultan Ismail moved towards the map of the West coast lied down on the floor,and started to carefully plan his next move.

 

[Clockwork_Magic]

Torrad III sat in his quarters, wine goblet in one hand, a book about Mount Thromal and its history and importance.


Julius then entered the room. "The army is ready, sire." he said. "Excellent, have them sent off to Darvinia along with a few supplies, I'll write a letter to the king in advance to not be alarmed by the troops." Torrad III said. "These supplies would be?" Julius said. "Here." Torrad III said as he gave a list of supplies to Julius.


"What about the navy, sire?"


"Have them patrol the Restless Sea."


"At once, sire" said Julius as he left the room.


Torrad III put down the book, walked to his desk and started writing a letter:


"Greetings fellow leader, I am King Torrad III of Widour. In sight of the recent eruption of Mount Thromal, am sending a dispatchment of troops to your territory as a little reinforcement from any possible outside attacks from other nations who would take on the opportunity. Along with the troops, I am sending a few crates of supplies to be distributed to those in need, along with a few crates of Widourian Wine for your own personal use and for the use of other members of your inner circle and maybe some visiting ambassadors from other kingdoms. You can expect them within the next nine days."





Torrad III sent this letter to the Kingdom of Darvinia.


@Jabroni

 

[Dominus Regum]

@Agent141


King-Chief Jakob sat down in his quarters after a few long hours of feasting with the High Jarls and sighed, taking his ceremonial armor off.


He wrestled his clothes off and sat down on his bed, thinking, and started writing a letter to Torrad III, fearing a incoming war, and for the well-being of his people.


"O, Leader of your land, I am King-Chief Jakob of the varðmaðr vestan, Leader of Odin's people. Do not be scared on any recent troop movements. Our people are growing more restless and scared of the threat of the mountain... I suggest we work together to stop this, as I think it might be Ragnarok, or the end of days as your people call it... I will await your reply...


Post Script; It is customary to accept the gift..."





He called for the fastest route to be taken to the kingdom of Widour, and gave the deliverer a golden war axe inlaid with jewels, watching the person leave.


He soon laid down for the night, resting... Unknowing that the thief Akkada was waiting, his cold arrow ready to pierce the king...


((ADD ON TO MY LAST POST! I meant invade the un-owned lands south of me.))

 

[Karlore]

The sejm convenes





The chamber was filled with chatter. It was the day of the first session of the latest sejm. All of the members were in attendance. The members of the various factions stood huddled together, hastily planning their strategies before the delibirations begin. A herald enters through the kings door. Everyone rushes to take their seats. The herald clears his throat before bellowing out the announcement "His grace, King Jaroslaw I of house Kruszki"


The king enters the chamber and takes his seat upon the modest throne, a simple yet ornate wooden chair draped in bolts of red and white cloth. The throne sits in the back of the chamber, behind and above the podium and across from the semi circle of rising seats where the other nobles sit. At the center base of these seats sits the moderator, the man who conducts the proceedings.


The layout is deeply symbolic.the location of the throne highlights the king's central importance, while the position of the podium allows the nobles to turn their back on him as they address the assembly, representing the limits on his authority and the relative equality enjoyed by those present.


The king raises both hands and declares the session open. The herald exits, as no one is allowed to sit in attendance but those who have the right to be represented. Not even guards are allowed, as all weapons are strictly forbidden.


The moderator begins. "First on the agenda is the proposed non aggression treaty with Sultan Alp Ismail." A count from the north shouts out "So the king has begun courting more nomads. Was one not enough?" The chamber erupts in laughter. The king rolls his eyes as the moderator bangs his gavel and shouts for order "That's enough! If you have something to say you can do it at the podium". A different count ascends the podium "Why should we put any stock in these people's word? This can only be a ruse. They're trying to drop our guard with their sweet words so they can feed us to their hungry god. We mustn't fall for it!" Cheers erupt from one corner as boos erupt from another. "Order! Order!" A procession of speakers follow. The republic's representative talks about trade opportunities. Another northerner drones on about the gods. This goes on for two hours before the king finally approaches the podium. "Some say this is merely a ruse, but to what end? If the Sultan wanted to attack he would do so. He isn't a fool. Why would he sully his reputation by signing a treaty only to break it? We have been looking inward for far too long. We can engage with the world while maintaining our integrity. In fact, this is our only option. Change is coming whether we like it or not. Adapting is the only way to survive."


The assembly erupts once more. After only four days of spirited debate, the treaty is finally passed.

 

[Jabroni]

The massive stone bell tower gonged with hasty repetition. The sound permeated Edward's chambers as he slumbered, causing great commotion within. Heels clicked, armor clanked and voices spat out of every room. The fat king tossed and turned, wishing this incessant noise would end. Alas, it would not, and he woke in a furious tirade. "Blast damn! What in Aurelia is keeping me from my bed! What is it? Tell me!"


"Ned, who are you talking to?" came a soft woman's tongue. "Eeuhh?! N..gah..nobody. Go back to sleep." He began to tuck himself back in when the bedchamber doors burst open. This infuriated him even further. There in the doorway stood Laurence Tillsdale, Captain of the Guards, with half a dozen men in full dress.


"M-my lord, we must relocate you n' the Queen to Hullbeck..im-imediately," he chimed off with a frump in his beard. He appeared somewhat shaken, as if struck by a cold..or fear. The King curled his lips into a smile, beginning to laugh. He unfurled the covers of the bed and lumbered to his feet.


Standing toe to toe with Tillsdale, he ventured, "What makes you think I'm going anywhere? Mmm..? Give me one good reason before I have your head on a pike...and believe me, you're replaceable." He waited for an answer, but he finally noticed the rumbling coming from the mountains and the cloud of ash forming. "Dear!? Hun, we're leaving right now. Come on, get your rear in gear woman!" he clapped.


She looked up at Edward with a scowl. "Don't you push me, Edward. I am stronger than you." That was enough to shut him up for the time being as they prepared to evacuate the city.


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April 15th, 1237


The Kingsguard would have men posted along the river roads leading from Mirendarith, and the dispatches from Widour would be relayed to Hullbeck along with all their men and supplies. Master of the Bows Mance Wylde would request to speak with the lord or knight commander of the Widour garrison and extend an invitation to tonight's dinner.





@Agent141

 

[Clockwork_Magic]

Torrad III sat in his throne room when Julius entered the room. "A message, sire." he said "Whom from?" Torrad III replied. "It's from King-Chief Jacob of Varðmaðr Vestan, he proposes peace and for us to work together to stop this madness, it came with a gift of a golden war axe inlaid with jewels." Julius said as he held up said axe.


Torrad III thought for a moment when he finally spoke "Gather the representatives." Widour had one person represent a single party's interest. There are 7 parties in Widour; the miners, the lumberers, the farmers, the military, the guard, the navy, and the people.


"We are here do discuss the offer of King-Chief Jacob, he proposes our kingdoms work together." Torrad III said. Murmurs came from the representatives at this announcement. "Alright, settle down everyone." Torrad III said. "Now if I may hear anyone's opinion on this." Hubert, the representative of the people stood up. "I believe that this is a generous offer and that we should accept." Kord, the military representative, then stood up. "I second that opinion; its a cruel world out there and we need every ally we can get." The navy representative, Gerbaut, also agreed with their opinion


"Now, now let's not get hasty here," said Tibbott, representative of the miners. "we've already seen what their mining capabilities are, and don't get me wrong it's good for trade, but what about our resources, we might just have the same resources and both kingdoms won't be making much." Guilhem, representative of the farmers, agreed with Tibbott. "Don't you remember what happened with the last government, they had lots of allies and trade partners but that led to less employment for people and less money for the common person, which, may I remind you all led to the Uprising and the rest is history." "Also," said Odger, representative of the guard, "trade leads to immigration, immigration leads to more population, and more population means more crime, crime witch may be too much for the guards." "What about famine," said Norman, representative of the lumberers,"more population also leads to more mouths to feed, which leads to less food for everyone, which leads to famine."


The court now erupted in a loud argument between the representatives for the offer and those against the offer. "Enough!" Torrad III said. "We will continue this discussion tomorrow, now, I have a letter to write." Torrad III went to his quarters and the representatives all went home.


Torrad III sat at his desk, filled a goblet with Widourian Wine, and started writing a letter:


"Greetings King-Chief Jacob, I am King Torrad III of Widour. I am writing this letter to let you know that there will be peace in our times. However, on the subject of working together, me and my representatives are still debating whether or not to accept. I will write to you again once we reach a conclusion."





Torrad III sent this letter to Varðmaðr Vestan.


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Widourian Garrison, Hullbeck, Darvinia.


Captain Jacquelin was overseeing the training of his troops when one of them approached him.


"Need something soldier?" Jacquelin said.


"Master of Bows Mance Wylde requests to see you, sir, and he wants you at tonight's dinner." the troop said.


Jacquelin thought for a minute, then he finally said, "Tell him I'll be there, I'll be sure to bring some Widourian Wine along too."


"At once sir."


@Chris James

 

[Lord Bradorian]

"People, people, settle down! Thromal hath not yet approached! It only flames it's outskirts! The Watchers of Thromal were mistaken!" Shouted the several criers of King Guy VI. The King had ordered for his guard and his crises to move into the City to restore order - There were evacuations being set, suicides being committed, contemplated, and even rioting and looting spread throughout. However, none of it caused any severe damage. After a couple of hours, Isabelle-Dominati was once more under control. King Guy then sent 400 Footmen out to his countryside and other cities in his nation, and once again calmed things down. It wasn't until his 8,000 footmen and 500 knights at Fort Acenii, which sat on the Selurian-Dominati Border, announced that upwards of 100,000 Selurian civilians, 40,000 Selurian Militia, and 15,000 Selurian Footmen marched toward the border. The garrison of Fort Acenii formed a shield-wall on the border, and threatened the Selurian Exodus.


"We wish only to cross into the sea! We do not seek battle!" King Rahom of The Theocratic Kingdom of Selur called to General Isaac Leighton, the head of the garrison from his high horse. The Selurian Exodus was heavily armed, battle-ready, Isaac hardly trusted them. He rode up to The Selurian King, and took off his steel mask. "All you will receive is battle from my troops, if you intend to cross. Shalt you be honorable, and fight us in fairness, as we receive reinforcements? We will allow your civilians and armed citizenry to withdrawal if wished." The General said back.


For forty-five minutes, the two opposing armies stood in strict shield formation, only three miles between them. After so, King Guy VI and 9,000 Footmen, 1,000 Knights, and 4,000 Cavalry arrived, along with 12,000 Militia who had volunteered due to hatred of Selur, and exemption from taxing. The King and his train of 24 Bodyguards, Generals, and Slaves, approached the lonesome Selurian King, and Guy spoke loudly. "My kingdom hereby declares war upon your's! We demand your immediate surrender!" He called. "We shall do no such thing. Return to your line, and prepare for arrow." The Selurian King responded. "Prepare for returned." The King said back.


With that, the Battle of Selurian Exodus began. 34,500 Isabelle-Dominati against 185,000 Selurians, including 100,000 Selurian Civilians.


[JABRONI GAVE PERMISSION FOR NPC MANIPULATION.]

 

[Jabroni]

Torches burned in the Great Hall, illuminating numerous ornaments along each wall. Swords hung crossing over deep green heater shields, befitting a warrior's household. While certainly not as large as Mirendarith's feasting hall, it could seat over two hundred with benches and all. The lord of this castle, a Desmund Morrow of House Morrow, proved absent this evening. He had been on a hunt in the Hearthwood Forest to the west past Dawsbury, completely unaware of Mount Thromal's inevitable booming.


Quatermaine sat at the head of one of the large oak wood tables atop a rather lofty and decadent throne gilded and bursting with rubies and emeralds. His wife and kin sat around him; Gwyneth wore her usual colorful evening gown, sipping some fine Widourian wine. She was conversing with Sir Harold Payne.


Mance Wylde sat opposite them and purposefully beside Captain Jacquelin of the Widourian Guard. "His Grace is most thankful for your support in this trying time...it is a rare find for others to offer without expecting recompense," he said in his most polite court etiquette. Meanwhile, the King continued on gorging himself to a leg of turkey and his tenth..or perhaps hundredth goblet of Widourian wine. He neither cared no wondered about Torrad III's intentions, so long as they didn't conflict with his own. That meant he wouldn't even recognize Jacquelin's presence at all.


So matters of diplomacy, what Edward called "just a bunch of gossip" was left to his Master of Bows. "I trust your journey was a pleasant one? The cold winds grow warmer each day. With Spring in bloom, I hear we are to expect a long Summer."


@Agent141

 

[Clockwork_Magic]

"The journey was relatively tame compared to all the other marches I have been on." Jacquelin said to Mance Wylde. "Hungry animals attacking us, tribal raids during the night, harsh weather conditions, and others I can barely recall." Jacquelin filled a goblet full of Widourian wine and took a sip. "Our scholars believe that this summer will be considerably hotter than previous ones, if we even survive that long." Jacquelin took another sip out of the wine and took a piece of paper out of his pouch. "This is to be given to your king." Jacquelin said as he handed the paper to Mance Wylde. "It came in around noon."


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12:45 PM, Widourian Garrison, Hullbeck, Darvinia


Captain Jacquelin was putting some Widourian wine in a crate in preparation for this evening's meal when one of his soldiers walked through the flaps of his tent. "A message from King Torrad III, sir" he said. "Put it on the table." Jacquelin said without looking at him. The troop did as told and then left.


Around 10 Minutes Later...





Jacquelin finally finished packing the wine into the crate. He walked over to the table. There were two letters. He opened the one with his name on it.


Greetings Captain Jacuelin, I hope you and your men made it to Darvinia in one piece. The other letter is intended for the ruler or rulers of Darvinia. You may read it if you wish but it is not to be discussed with anyone else besides the rulers of Darvinia and their "Masters of Bows" as they call it.





Jacquelin put the letter down and picked up the other one.


Greeting leader or leaders of Darvinia, I am King Torrad III of Widour. I am writing this letter to inform you that other kingdoms are taking military action against each other. I suspect that your kingdom is in immediate danger which is why I am sending a shipment of weapons to your kingdom. I also propose that we work together to end this madness. It took a long time, as you can imagine, to get my representatives to agree with me. Also, my scholars predict that the next minor eruption of Thromal is around 3 days.


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Present time


Jacquelin took another sip from his goblet. "Enjoying the wine I hope, finest wine in Widour, courtesy of King Torrad III." Jacquelin had finished his goblet of wine. "Now I must ask, why did you call me here?"


@Jabroni

 

[Dominus Regum]

King-Chief Jakob sat on his jagged bone throne, awaiting the news of his recent conquests of the un-owned lands. While he was waiting, the captain of the Miners reported in. He looked at them curiously as they gasped for air, obviously riding all night.


"we came as soon as we could... You gave orders for more mining to be done?"


He adjusted himself, looking down at the older, gruff miner, and huffed.


"Yes..." He said with a contemplated look on his face. "I did. We have launched attacks south, and we need to arm our men."


At this the miner looked slightly confused. "Attack?" He asked.


King-Chief Jakob nodded. "Yes... Odin himself talked to me, and told me that our long-known destiny of the shores is coming to fruition."


"Well, how many troops have you sent?"


"None of your business" the King snapped back, adjusting himself. "And don't you have mining to do?"


The miner smiled weakly and bowed to the king, "Yes, my King... Hail Odin"


Jakob bowed back. "Hail Odin." He said, as the miner started to leave to the door.


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Few hours later...





Jakob sat with his strategy and military advisers, and after a few hours of debate, they settled on a new plan of attack, and he gave the order...


"Launch the attack..."

Spoiler

They would use all available troops, and all ships...




Blue dots are cities. Bigger the dot, bigger the city.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

King Guy VI sat on a gallant white stallion, not indigenous to his lands but rather traded for with another kingdom. The stallion was dressed in thin, decorated, golden battle armor, and had a spiked helmet giving it a slight unicorn appearance. The mount itself was a symbol of wealth. At his waist was a shortened zweihaender, also elaborately decorated. Around him were his bodyguards and advisors. He and his unit held position a while behind their main line, which comprised of the footmen in front, archers and crossbowmen behind them, six-thousand militiamen on both flanks, and the cavalry behind the entire line. Opposing them were the smaller footline of the Selurian Army, but behind that, a gigantic mob of armed citizenry, and even behind that were tens of thousands of lightly armed civilians, fleeing Selur. They were not combatants, but likely would be if need be. It wasn't until thirty minutes into a stalemated arrow fight that caused few casualties things picked up. The trumpeteers called of enemy charge. "Bring the cavalry and archers back, have militia form phalanx, footmen and knights form shieldwall!" King Guy VI ordered.





The Selurian militia and footmen clashed against the more trained troops of Isabelle-Dominati with a hellish fury, fueled by desperation. Many fell on both sides during the initial melee. After seven hours of fighting between the Dominati footmen and knights, and the Selurian militia and infantrymen, the Dominati finally gained ground, cutting through hundreds of Selurians before they were pushed back. The Selurians fell back, and were hunted down by Dominati cavalry. Four cavalry raids battered the Selurians as they retreated. The Selurian Army was rallied, however, by King Rahom, and took up heavy defensive positions at their original line. For only six minutes, archerfire resumed, until the Dominati Army signalled a charge. For five hours, brutal melee raged on the Selurian-Dominati border. Finally, the Selurian Army had been defeated, but at grand cost. After the battle, King Rahom was brought to King Guy.





"You have committed severe crime against my Kingdom. For this, I sentence you to death." The Dominati king said. "You shall be hanged at dawn of morrow." He says, completely skipping trial - The benefit of Absolute Monarchy. King Rahom was locked away in the dungeon of Fort Acenii.





After imprisonment of their king and surrendering militia and footmen, the Selurian civilians were forced into surrender. The Dominati Army marched on them, and General Isaac Leighton spoke. "By King Guy VI of The Theocratic Kingdom of Isabelle-Dominati, I demand your immediate surrender!" The general called. Most of the civilians surrendered, but some tried to break through the Isabelle-Dominati line, being subsequently cut down.





The Isabelle-Dominati authorities now discuss what to do with the Selurian prisoners. They also begin readying for an invasion of Selur.

 

[Karlore]

King Jaroslaw entered his private armory to find his wife stabbing a straw training dummy to pieces with a spear. "Train all you want, but it's not going to happen."


She turned around and glared, breaking the spear on her knee and throwing the pieces to the ground. "How can you just sit here and let this happen?! After everything he did for you!"


The "this" she was referring to was the change in leadership brought about by the death of her brother, Ogedai Khan. A warrior named Timor had challenged him to a duel for the title of Khan, and won. The fight had been brutal, and Timor kept the head as a souvenir.


"What can I do?" Said the king "He won the duel. It isn't within my power to remove him"


Khulan walked over, standing not a foot away from him, staring into his eyes. "It is within my power"


"Absolutely not. If he killed your brother, he can kill you too. Even if you somehow managed to win, you'd face endless challengers until one of them kills you. You're not doing it."


"You can't stop me"


The king let out a sigh. "Guards! Confine her to the tower room." Two hussars entered and grabbed the queen by her arms. She uttered no words, and put up no resistance, but the look on her face said it all. It was a look of pure rage and betrayal.


Jaroslaw stood there for a moment, finally alone. He reached over for his great sword. Tears streaming down his face, he let out a roar and sliced a training dummy in two with a single swing.

 

[Dominus Regum]

((Is this still going?))

 

[Jabroni]

[QUOTE="Chris James]((Is this still going?))

[/QUOTE]
((I would say it's dead despite everyone's best efforts. It's just a case of an RP that wasn't meant to be from the start. As of now I think it would be best to close this. Thank you all for lending your creative minds. Hopefully we can collaborate on some better, well-managed ones in the future!))

 

[Lord Bradorian]

((Atleast I got to be in a battle.)

 

[Dominus Regum]

(( Just so ya'll know, my plan was to invade unowned lands and then brutally murder everybody with the extra people...))