“He cannot do this, he may not!” The old man smiled eerily, his white blinded eyes staring into the darkness in front of him. His old wrinkled hands grabbed a hold of the walking cane in his laps and he raised himself from his seat, turning to face towards where he last heard Joakim's voice. “If he cannot, then why has he already?” A loud thump broke the silence as the young adult slammed his fist on the wooden round table in front of him, shaking it heavily. Footsteps followed, the blind man staring at the direction of their sounds. Finally, the door opened and slammed right after. “Such bravery.” the old man said, slowly walking over to his bed, the cane clicking against the cold stone floor as he used it to hold him up. “Such a shame he would die. Such a shame.” The old man got into bed and slowly slipped into a calm peace, an eerie prelude to the chaos that would follow. In the lands of Borhilon there are several demesnes, reaching from North to South, East to West. This kingdom signifies the unity of a region, seperated from the others by oceans, mountains and plains uninhabited by any civilized kingdoms. There is the most northern demesne known as the Whitelands, formerly held by the late duke Rikard Weade, also Rikard 'the Just.' Here the summers are cold, and the winters are colder. Ice frequently breaks off the trade with any other demesnes, leaving the people to their own devices and trade by land. This demesne is easily the largest of all, but its cold and unforgiving environment means there is little progress in the means of populations and living standards -- most people are content with just a wooden cabin and a fire. To the north and east are the Icy Plains, however they are not as much 'plains' as they are fields of ice that occasionally thaw into the Icy Sea. To the west are the Mountains of Chesfield, named after the first man to find a passage to the eastern lands -- large grassy plains where tribes of horsemen live. Even beyond these grassy plains there are more kingdoms like that of king Etwine, some more grand than even this one. To their south lay the green grassy plains of the Rossric family. They rule the Forklands, named after the two rivers that form after their source forks into two seperates. Due to the fertile lands, and large areas suitable for agriculture, the people here have flourished over the years and made a name as the most wealthy region of the kingdom, as the agricultural overflow is partly redirected towards stockpiles for the remaining populace, and the surplus is traded off. The plains of these lands have given them a reason to invest heavily into cavalry, giving them a natural advantage in horseriding skills and cavalry numbers, and as such they provice both the best horses and the men to ride them to the king. West of the Forklands are the Iron Hills, which have a comparable geography to the Whitelands however do not quite share the same weather as the people living in the Iron Hills deal with a more temperate weathercycle and only face a bitter winter rather than a bitter life-time of weather. They mainly produce unrefined products such as logs, stone and ores and sometimes provide weaponry and armor as well. Their lord is the duke Perris of Harrighfield however their cities, keeps and villages enjoy a high level in autonomy and really only ever deal with their lord for taxes or to provide levies for his armies. South of the Ironhills and Forklands are the Falkhalls, home to the family of Athos. Their lands are named after the characteristic falk on their banner, a sigil recognised far and wide, even in lands outside of the kingdom. The desert-like surroundings are not quite as inhospitable as you would first think, as there are plenty of grassfields useable for agriculture. Anything they cannot produce is imported from the Forklands. There are plenty of villas found in these lands, even those owned by noble families that are not even from this area -- owning such an estate is a sure way to gain prestige in the eyes of other lords and ladies. South of the Falkhalls is the Screaming Sea, named after the seamen that go down screaming during the storms that occasionally happen here as they crash their ships into the many uninhabited islands in the coastal region of this area. A small region in the north-east regions of the Falklands have been claimed by the king, forming it into his royal demesne. Here the grandest city of all was built around the strongest keep in all of Borhilon. The Great City as it is called by the peasantry, or 'Volynia' as the more etiquette familiar nobles call it, is a big city in all manners of the word. The economy is booming and ever growing, bringing wealth to the Volynians. Well, most of them. There are areas of the city where mercenaries and thieves roam the street while waiting for a new job or a new location to go steal from. Here king Etwine reigns and rules his kingdom of Borhilon. In the Whitelands the ruling family houses in their keep atop a hill. Directly outside is a small village surrounded by a wooden palisade, which connects to the stone walls of the keep. Over the centuries these Whitelands have seen many things, from combat to interesting meetings with foreign people from the green steppes across the hill and beyond. But recently lord Rikard fell in the war against the Harrighfields to settle a dispute between king Etwine and lord Perris of Harrighfield about who owns the rights to a certain iron mine in the soutnern Ironhills, his death signalling an era of trouble for the Weade's. The rightful heir to the throne of the Whitelands is currently away from home, serving under king Etwine in one of his many ongoing campaigns. Soldiers are returning back from the war in the Ironhills, defeated and lost, mourning the death of their lord. Rikards wife, Catryn Weade, is incapable of leading the lands after the death of her beloved husband. And now, the subjects of the Whitelands are beginning to grow angry, restless without a lord to lord over them, no iron fist holding them in place. They are beginning to see what power they truly have in relation to the Weades. You can expect a reasonable GM, who is willing to listen to suggestions and can be very lenient (too much, at times) and open minded to certain ideas. Expect a GM who will do his best to maintain a fun and tight community surrounding the RP (and if any wish, outside too as I don't mind friendly chatter about our real lifes). You should expect an RP that will do it's best to attain a certain degree of realism in it, attempting to keep in line with many medieval characteristics while being more lenient to others in order to make sure that anyone can participate with any kind of character and can have fun with it in relative consideration of their roles in medieval society. Expect a realistic sense of combat (no super-assasins that fly through the air and stab 3 people whilst doing so in order to escape by jumping off a castle and living. Rather, hired archers that honed their skills with many years of hunting, who are given a few coins to 'hunt a prized human' rather.) Expect no magic! (Herbalism disguised as 'magic' is alright and logical. Outright shooting fire from your hands? Nuh-uh.) Looser female roles are gonna be a thing, though they would still have a slightly less easy position in society, they will be allowed to take up positions in knighthood (though do not expect to see many of them). In the Whitelands the ruling family houses in their keep atop a hill. Directly outside is a small village surrounded by a wooden palisade, which connects to the stone walls of the keep. Over the centuries these Whitelands have seen many things, from combat to interesting meetings with foreign people from the green steppes across the hill and beyond. But recently lord Rikard fell in the war against the Harrighfields to settle a dispute between king Etwine and lord Perris of Harrighfield about who owns the rights to a certain iron mine in the southern Ironhills, his death signalling an era of trouble for the Weade's. The rightful heir to the throne of the Whitelands is currently away from home, serving under king Etwine in one of his many ongoing campaigns. Soldiers are returning back from the war in the Ironhills, defeated and lost, mourning the death of their lord. Rikards wife, Catryn Weade, is incapable of leading the lands after the death of her beloved husband. And now, the subjects of the Whitelands are beginning to grow angry, restless without a lord to lord over them, no iron fist holding them in place. They are beginning to see what power they truly have in relation to the Weades. Press 'view raw' in the top right to copy the coding for the character sheet if you wish. Makes my life easier anyway. ''What can I play as?'' Well, anything! That is, as long as it fits into the Whitelands or you can properly explain how you got to the Whitelands. PS: If you want to be a Weade, that's also possible. Actually, I think it'd be a lot of fun if my character, Joakim, had a brother or sister to RP with. Either way, currently we mostly need servants or people that live around/in the Wintershouse, so please consider that before anything else! If you are unsure of your idea and whether I'd accept it, ask me first, as I don't want to waste your time by saying 'no' after writing an entire CS!

• 1. Don't be rude to other people. If you want to organize a real life fight to settle your disputes, do not do so in the OOC. Be warned! Swearin is okay as long as you're not calling people bad names, but are doing it because you think it's fun. I can call someone an asshole and be totally joking about it (which is fine!) or I can call someone an asshole and be totally serious in doing so (which I don't think is fine if you do it in the OOC.)
• 2. I have final say in everything. I'm not trying to be an asshole, I just want to avoid situations where people feel like they have to leave because they feel like they don't have a say in stuff. You do. It's just that my say is the final one.
• 3. Feel free to give criticism, as long as it's constructive. So, don't say ''Wow your latest post was shit.'' Rather, say ''Wow, you can definetely improve your writing! You should try and pay attention to x and y.''
• 4. That also means that you should be open to other people's views on things. I'm not asking you to agree, and if you don't agree with someones' views, you dont have to incorporate them into writing.
• 5. For all that is holy, I am human too, and I can make mistakes or run out of ideas. I might be a GM for this RP, but I am definetely available for tips as well. That goes for my writing, my plots, or just the entire idea in general. Hit me up!

I guess I'll ask first. :) Can I play Rickard's brother? The uncle of Joakim. And also another character? A servant girl? They're a duo.

I'll happily allow it! I see you might already be plotting and scheming.. perfect. :) If you want, the uncle could hold a barony of sorts in an area around the Whitelands. That'd make him the subject of Joakim, and later Gregar, but since they're family.. ehh. :P

Name: Katya Maskirovka  Title: Gaunty, Donkey Lady, too be added... Social Rank: Peasent Job/Social Position: Seamstress/Leathersmith/Textiler Age: 26 Gender: Female Appearance: http://www.buzzle.com/img/articleImages/345876-5626-12.jpg Personality:She is a fairly outgoing person when it comes to most things, just not people, one could call her an  awkward girl but she prefers to say she is socially challenged. Despite her gaunt face she is actually not a pessimistic person, she is just sickly but is still a fairly optimistic person, usually seen smiling to herself as if there is a joke only she knows. She has two passions in her life, being a seamstress and Danger Zone, her donkey, both very important to her. She to most people appears to be a simple woman but ain't stupid woman, she has all her wits about her and will not hesitate to show them, often snapping at people who make snide or rude comments about her. She can sometimes be seen staring into space blankly, just doing nothing, it's because she has a hard time concentrating on things she doesn't find interesting, like politics, or people... Having more of a preference to mumble to herself or talk to Danger Zone. History: She was born in a small town far to the north of the imperial capital in the small town of Maskirov, it was quaint by all accounts, neatly organized cottages and buildings set up around a main square, everything covered in snow all year round, nestled in a valley surrounded by trees, what more could you want? Much more, the people of the fair town were bored, they woke, up they went to work, they came back and they slept, there was simply nothing else to do but then there was that weird girl, who never seemed to be bored, who never seemed to be tired of the scenery, as if after every blink she was in a whole new world, that girl was Katya. She lived with her grandmother through out her childhood and restless teenage years, helping her run her sewing business out of the first floor of their cottage, they were made fairly well off by there business but imperial taxes did knock them down a few pegs. When she was just becoming a little woman (her early teens) she was walking down one of the backroads of Moscovey carrying goods from the farmers market, it must have been a funny sight, a tiny twig of a girl carrying large bundles of vegetables in her arms, only the top of her head peaking out from behind the mountain of greens and trailing close behind her, eating the loose bits of veg that fell from the pile was a tiny, donkey baby, prancing along behind her, it's muzzle covered in dust from eating off the ground. When Katya got back home and put all the food on the kitchen table she turned around to see the tiny equine looking up at her expectantly, she pushed him out with a broom. But the donkey was stubborn, like a mule, so he stayed outside and waited to be let back in and that's when Katya grew her attachment to the little hoofed animal who would later be named Danger Zone. Skills: Her occupations, Handling large animals, singing, too be added. Dreams: -To get enough money to have a separate shop and home. -To have her patents move from Muscovy to move to the town so they could be closer. -To get Danger Zone to live forever. -To be able to afford real gold thread. Fears:  -To lose Danger Zone. -Public speaking. -Confrontation. -Big imposing people. -Losing her business. -Be booted from town. Favored Equipment: The clothes from the picture, Jangly tool belt with all her sewing and leatherworking tools and a large pair of iron table shears she carrys at her hip. Extra: She has a donkey...

While I enjoy real life history as much as any history buff, we are sadly not in a universe that shares the nation 'Muscovy.' Besides that I wonder how you'd see her fit in?

That all depends on how the plot unfolds, I'm trying for a conservative character trying to get by but is interrupted by politics and unrest, and again the rear depends on how the or unfolds but rest assure I will make her fit. And sorry about the Muscovy thing, I'll fix it.

That all depends on how the plot unfolds, I'm trying for a conservative character trying to get by but is interrupted by politics and unrest, and again the rear depends on how the or unfolds but rest assure I will make her fit. And sorry about the Muscovy thing, I'll fix it.

Sounds good man, just some errors with the universe-stuff. Happens all the time don't worry 'bout it. I think you and me roleplayed together before. Either that or we talked in the iRC sometimes...

W.I.P. Duke Weade [+]

Duke Favrin Weade Duty, Honor, Country

Full name: Lord Uncle Duke Favrin Halldon Weade Titles: Duke. Also called Lord Uncle in some cases for he is Uncle to the Lord Regent. Social rank: Royalty. Uncle to the Regent. Societal position: Duke Favrin rules over a small town about a ride's distance away from the Keep. Age: 47 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Duke Favrin is a stern man to all who know him. He rarely speaks unless he had something to say. He thinks before he speaks or acts. He is very loyal to Whitelands and would do anything for the demesne. After the death of his brother Rickard, Favrin has because even more reticent and some whisper that he'll eventually turn into a recluse. For all his fallibles, Favrin likes to enjoy life. Usually with his wife behind closed doors or riding across the country side on his horse. History: Skills: Dreams and fears: Favored equipment: Extra: See The Weade's Coat of Arms.

W.I.P. Serving Girl [+]

Gabbi Ann (PERSONAL MOTTO)

Full name: Gabbi Ann (As far as she know she has no last name) Titles: "Hey you" "Girl" Social rank: Peasant Job: Servant/ Cleaning Girl Age: 19 Gender: Appearance: Personality: History: Skills: Dreams and fears: Favored equipment: Extra: None

I'll put this here for now.

Looks very good so far, except the title 'duke' is reserved for the rulers of the demesne (i.e Rikard was a duke, your character could be a count or baron.) Either that, or the kingdom of Borhilon would be an empire, Rikard would've been king of the north and your character would've been Duke of his geographical area. Not sure if you got what I meant because I'm rambling, but either way it's not a big mistake or anything. I'll leave you to deal with it as you best see fit. That aside that character actually seems really interesting and it has me curious as to how the serving girl fits in now.. I anticipated an uncle that'd try and get the throne for himself, and her as his 'spy' if you will but this changes things. Delicious surprises.. :P I love them.

<Snipped quote by Blue Demon> Looks very good so far, except the title 'duke' is reserved for the rulers of the demesne (i.e Rikard was a duke, your character could be a count or baron.) Either that, or the kingdom of Borhilon would be an empire, Rikard would've been king of the north and your character would've been Duke of his geographical area. Not sure if you got what I meant because I'm rambling, but either way it's not a big mistake or anything. I'll leave you to deal with it as you best see fit. That aside that character actually seems really interesting and it has me curious as to how the serving girl fits in now.. I anticipated an uncle that'd try and get the throne for himself, and her as his 'spy' if you will but this changes things. Delicious surprises.. :P I love them.

Well, I think I've got what you mean. Because King Etwine is King over all of Borhilon. And the Dukes lord over each of their four demesnes. And the fifth area is where the king is. Got it. Got it. And I don't think it's much of a surprise really... You kind of hit the nail on the head.

Mercanary's or sellsword's? What shall we call the less noble characters of the realm? Planning on making one of the above but don't know what I should refer to him as...

I think you and me roleplayed together before. Either that or we talked in the iRC sometimes...

Odds are yes, we have probably RPed in the past. You and me You and I

<Snipped quote by Partisan> Well, I think I've got what you mean. Because King Etwine is King over all of Borhilon. And the Dukes lord over each of their four demesnes. And the fifth area is where the king is. Got it. Got it. And I don't think it's much of a surprise really... You kind of hit the nail on the head.

Loyalty comes in many forms. And yes that's what I mean! Basically, it goes king -> duke -> count -> baron. But I can be lenient with this as it'd complicate stuff unneccesarily.

Mercanary's or sellsword's? What shall we call the less noble characters of the realm? Planning on making one of the above but don't know what I should refer to him as...

Low born, I'd say. If you feel like inventing some sort of term you can always use the ''well in area x they are called so and so, and he took the term with him.'' argument.

<Snipped quote by Blue Demon> Loyalty comes in many forms. And yes that's what I mean! Basically, it goes king -> duke -> count -> baron. But I can be lenient with this as it'd complicate stuff unneccesarily.

Yup, I got those two mixed up. *Le sigh* I'll go change that again. :(

Don't worry about it, it's just semantics isn't it. ;)

Well, I got the Baron all sorted. Let me know if there's something you don't like. Still working on Gabbi. Annnd done with Gabbi too.

Since the Whitelands are not really a kingdom on it's own and armies are generally commanded by their respective 'owner' (i.e sir Fighterdude raises a levy of 400 men for Joakim, but since it's HIS levy, he will want to lead them.) I do not think there would be such a thing as a general. That only really came into play during the time of empires, and Borhilon is by no means an empire. Rather, in the area it's in, it'd be one of the smaller kingdoms and would likely be beaten in a war if it were not for the steppes between them and other kingdoms. However, a marshal (someone who aids with military bussiness) would be a thing in the court of Joakim. Basically he'd be a man trained in the art of warfare, a veteran who knows his things. He'd be giving advice, but also directly influence the troops by training them, leading detachments of Joakims own levy and such. Does that fit your perspective, perhaps?

Since the Whitelands are not really a kingdom on it's own and armies are generally commanded by their respective 'owner' (i.e sir Fighterdude raises a levy of 400 men for Joakim, but since it's HIS levy, he will want to lead them.) I do not think there would be such a thing as a general. That only really came into play during the time of empires, and Borhilon is by no means an empire. Rather, in the area it's in, it'd be one of the smaller kingdoms and would likely be beaten in a war if it were not for the steppes between them and other kingdoms. However, a marshal (someone who aids with military bussiness) would be a thing in the court of Joakim. Basically he'd be a man trained in the art of warfare, a veteran who knows his things. He'd be giving advice, but also directly influence the troops by training them, leading detachments of Joakims own levy and such. Does that fit your perspective, perhaps?

Yes, that would be more than fine. I apologize if my lack of eloquence or deep knowledge of the medival eras are a bit of a hindrance, but I will do my best in following along.

Don't worry! The rules state that you should be prepared to either ask questions or to do some research and you did the first, so it's no problem. I am by no means an expert on EVERYTHING medieval so I'm bound to make mistakes as well! Curious about your character now, can't wait to see.

Well, I got the Baron all sorted. Let me know if there's something you don't like. Still working on Gabbi. Annnd done with Gabbi too.

Both are great characters. I'm gonna do a run past all characters later on as per my habit, but I don't think I will change my mind about accepting them. Good job!