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    Fragmenting of an Empire- OOC Thread of wonders




    “The Golden Bell rung out thrice- and the city fell silent. The son of God stood tall on the tower, his banner waving proudly in the wind. The city was theirs, and the warriors of the frozen North trembled in fear as the Bell resonated through the blood-stained streets speaking of retribution” –The Book of Creation on the Slave Prophet Kastus’s uprising in the holy city of Ayreth.

    A peculiar silence filled the halls. It was not uncommon for it to be silent in the Basilica, but there was something distinct, different, and quite unnerving about this silence. Perhaps an outsider wouldn’t have recognized the eerie and mournful overcast that hung in the vaulted stone hallways, though the two clerics who traveled somberly side by side could surely tell.

    “I can’t believe it” said the first Cleric, his arms wrapped around his torso in a comforting manner, obviously concerned. “Over two hundred years, and now he’s… y’know…”

    “Dead” finished the second Cleric, dread heavy in his voice.

    The first priest nodded. “Still can’t believe it, though. How can he, the son of God, be dead?”

    “It was bound to happen, considering he was in a mortal vessel” replied the second. “Our bodies deteriorate with time, and no matter what kind of a spirit lies within them, they will crumble into dust as He intended.”

    The first cleric sighed. “Creator save us” he whispered. “What do you think is going to happen now?”

    The second remained thoughtful for a moment. “The Pope will probably crown a new Emperor.”

    “I meant with the Northerners” he hissed back. “Creator knows they’ve been sitting on the border, braiding their beards and sharpening their axes, just looking for a reason to attack!”

    “It’s not like they are any more capable of defeating us” countered the second cleric. “Our armies are still far more numerous- an attack would be foolish and costly. Besides, with the Creator on our side, no battle can be lost.”

    “But the Kingdoms, brother” pleaded the first priest. “They have been yearning for independence for ages. Whispers of dissent and rumors of rebellion are thicker than Nord’s heresy. If a Kingdom were to revolt against the Empire’s rule… what would stop the Northerners from conquering us?”

    “God would never let such a thing happen!” snapped the other man. “He forged this Empire himself! He shant let it fall!” The voices of the priests now echoed loudly through the hall, bouncing off the high ceilings and stained glass windows.

    “But that’s what I’m worried about, brother. What if God would let it happen? What if the death of his son was a sign that he is displeased with us, with our sins? What if he is just throwing us to the dogs?” His voice was quiet, cold. The gloom of the basilica seemed to enclose around them even tighter.

    “Sacrilege!” gasped the first cleric, hardly able to believe what his brother in cloth was saying. “You dare twist the words of our Lord? He did not abandon us; such a thing is ridiculously preposterous! Kastus himself said that he would bring Holy Fire upon our cities and homes if we were to stray too far into our sins, brother.”

    “Forgive me, I just… this is all so hard…”

    The priest stopped walking, and placed his hand upon his fellow cleric. “Steady, brother. It is not every day that a God-Emperor dies in his sleep” he forced a warm smile, a transparent attempt to calm his friend. “You must stand strong before God- this is but a test of faith. Those that secede and rebel are the true sinners, unworthy of his love, deserving only of the Holy Flames.”

    “You’re right, brother, of course…” stammered the first priest. “I just think that something bad is going to happen.”

    “Then let them happen. Just know that through faith, we will always prevail” responded the other man, squeezing his friend’s shoulder tight with confidence. “The Arch-Bishop has just sent the messages off to the Sovereigns of the Kingdoms. Soon, all will know of the Emperor's death, and the wicked shall be weeded from the garden of the righteous."

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    Welcome to Fragmenting of an Empire. The basic premise of is that Emperor Kastus, a seemingly immortal man and son of God, founder of the powerful Pontetate Empire, has recently died. Now, the vassals of this empire have a chance to secede from the empire they’ve been tethered too for so long. What will happen? Only your actions in the RP can determine if civil war will occur. The life, death, or fragmentation of an Empire will be completely upon your shoulders.

    In this RP, set in a gritty and realistic fantasy world of my own creation, you can play as truly anyone you want- a King who wishes to break free from the Pontetate Empire’s reign (or perhaps do the opposite and stay with the Empire), a minor Count or Duke looking to usurp the throne, a blood thirsty Nordic Jarl looking for revenge long over-due, or perhaps even a common citizen or soldier. Whoever you play as, you have an extensive amount of creative freedom here; if you are in charge of a Kingdom or nation, you can create all the background lore and information you want, so long as it doesn’t contradict the base canon. There is no set path for characters to follow, and they may all go and do their own thing, whether that be fabricating a war, or working to stop one via peaceful solutions. One thing is certain, though- conflict is inevitable. If you’re interested, reserve your spots now, and stay tuned- an OOC with proper information on lore and monsters and magic will be up in a few days’ time.


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    Shame on you, Dark Man. You have not added Palamon to the list.


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    Quote Originally Posted by Lord Monbodo View Post
    Shame on you, Dark Man. You have not added Palamon to the list.
    I'm getting there, i'm getting there!
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    should we post cs's?
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    Quote Originally Posted by Palamon View Post
    should we post cs's?
    Yes.
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    Name: Soryn
    Title: Arch-Councilor
    Age: 70 years old
    Ethnic Origins: Celland
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    Equipment: A magical staff. His robe, and a pouch with potions in it.
    Bio: Soryn was born in Celland 70 years ago. He originally worshiped the Emperor but secretly turned away from the faith when he witnessed Inquisitors abusing their power and murdering indiscriminately. Seeing the Inquisitors as hypocrites, he emigrated from Celland and made his way to Stonehelm, where he took citizenship, learned the ways of the magic arts and excelled. He eventually learned quite alot of magic, enough to be considered highly skilled at the age of fifty, which is very young, all things considered, when it comes to mastering magic. He's currently in mourning, as his elderly father and mother have both passed away quite recently at the ages of 87, and 88, respectively. Incredibly old for a non-magic user during these times.

    Personality: Soryn is a believer in the authenticity of Kassus worship, and he knows the Emperor was a great man, and a deity of some sort, but other than that, he is not a believer in the Pontetate Empire, and dreaded the death of Kassus more than even the clergy, since it means the breakdown of order in society and possibly even much worse abuses from the Inquisition than he's seen. These are dangerous times for the nations of both Celland and Stonehelm, let alone the Empire, and he hates to see people suffer.

    He considers himself as both a patriot of Celland and Stonehelm, despite the fact that he's an Arch-Councilor of Stonehelm. As a result, he's liable to be biased towards Celland in diplomatic negotations unless it comes between Stonehelm or Celland.

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    He's Tier 3, given his forty years of studying magic.
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    Nice sheet, ActRaiser

    Now comes the copy/pasting process... god save me.

    I'll have the wiki up tonight. Everyone will be responsible for their own character pages.
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    I'll reserve Arch-Bishop, I suppose.

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    Name:Jonathan of Sophorell
    Title: Duke of Sophorell
    Age: 42
    Ethnic Origins: A frank, long line of Frank nobles, on both sides. Ethnically pure.
    Appearance: Jonathan is not a small man, standing a sturdy two meters tall. Long legs and a broad shoulders make him an imposing figure. He is not exactly in peak physical condition, as age begins to catch up to him, yet he still retains strength enough to fight though.
    His face is gaunt, but hidden under a trimmed graying brown beard. His cheekbones are set high yet not very pronaunced. His thin short nose barely pokes out from his face. His eyes set themselves as a deep azure blue pearls in a symetrical and appealing position.
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    Equipment: Finely dressed, usually nobleman's garb, embroidered in silver thread. Almost all of his clothing shows the family colors; blue and white. He commonly wears studded leather coat and fine fur boots aswell.
    When in the field or feeling paranoid, he wears a blue and white tabrd over a coat of chain. Nobleman's steel greaves and gauntlets are a part of his usual combat/decorative attire.
    He wields weapons fit for his status, a lance, a cavalry shield, and a longsword. He has a grey warhorse named Nik.
    Bio: Born of his father George II of Sophorell, Jonathan spend the early days of his life playing in the courtyards and on the battlements of the Sophorell ancestral fortress of Solfer or "The Nest".
    At the age of 12, Jonathan was sent away to train as a knight in the Queen's service. He was a trusted and loyal servent of Frankmark. Then a the age of 26, he succeeded his father as Duke of Sophorell. He spent much of his early years as Duke consolodating power for the crown, and combatting foreign ideas that would threaten the unstable balance of power in Frankmark.
    Most recently he has assisted in settling disputes between poor city craftsmen and rural farmers, and minor nobles.
    Personality: Jonanthan Sophorell has been described as calm, cool and collected. He is decisive in action and cautious with his words. He believes in doing what is best for "the greater good", yet musy protect the crown an its frivalous spending. He is loyal, and honorable, but to whom he is loyal is questionable. Caught between his loyalty to the people and the Queen, currently he is filled with anxiety.
    Sometimes he finds it hard to make decisions concerning the lives of innocents, especially when they are his opposition. He is cold to fellow nobles and politicians, but a heart is a warm and caring man.

    Other: TBA
    Last edited by Palamon; 12-31-2012 at 05:17 PM.
    "And so it is in politics, dear brother,/ Each for himself alone, there is no other."
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    "Loyalty to the country always. Loyalty to the government when it deserves it."
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