Name: Dominique Babineaux
Age:26
Appearance:

Dominique is a plain woman, with blond hair that curls uncontrollably, eyes that are a bit too narrow and a bit to far apart that causes a nose to be a bit wide for the rest of her face. Her lips are thin, but she likes the shape of her face. She's of average height and curves where she feels she needs to curve.
Known for: Her acclaimed garden, in which it's said every type of flower can be found, unless of course it's down her sister's throat.
Dirty little secret: She killed her father, by poisoning his soup every night, her uncle, by injecting a deadly concoction of herbs into his bloodstream, and her sister by shoving flowers down her throat until she suffocated.
Skills: Botany, she can identify any flower all it's properties.
Motto: Every flower must grow through the dirt

Name of the Province: Linacre
Name of your liege: Damien de la Roche
Position: It's in the middle of the country, but very far north.
Specialty: They are a swampy land, with many lakes and rivers and provide water/ice to many of the other kingdoms, in addition to dominating the seafood market.
History: Linacre was always a quiet country, they weren't powerful, but they had friends enough to keep them protected. Until about thirty years ago when Jean-Paul Babineaux went to the capitol to 'make his country great' and while he did for a little bit, he went a bit too far, tried to assassinate the wrong person at the wrong time using the wrong instrument. He was almost sentenced to death, but was saved by his brother at the last moment. He was exiled to his home country and Linacre fell from grace. It's now barely making it by, though tensions decreased with other nations when Jean-Paul Babineaux and his brother were both found dead in their homes within days of each other.

Name: Baron Ros Argall of Mortawel

Age: 37

Appearance: It may be that he was not born into the position, but Ros does not look like a Baron. His dark eyes and face are soft, his mouth near-constantly upturned in an easy smile, his red hair loosely hanging down just past his shoulders. His body, while always arranged into a perfect posture, is smaller than what one might expect, with Ros being smaller than average. And while he does not neglect his physique, he lines it in thick fabrics and soft silks to make himself look ever more gentle and non-threatening.

Known for: Being elevated from his Lowborn birth to his current rank. During his tenure as the Captain of the Guard for Duke Leolin II of Bryn a Mor—the father of the current Duke—he uncovered an elaborate plot to murder the entire family of the Duke. Acting quickly, he rushed the entirety of the Duke’s family to safety—including Arwel, who has since inherited his father’s throneto become Duke himself—apprehended every person involved with the plot within several miles of Caerbryn, and got them to divulge the identities of those ultimately behind the plot, who resided beyond the borders of Bryn a Mor. Out of thanks, the Duke granted Ros the Braony of Mortawel. While not the most prosperous in Emperiat, or even in Bryn a Mor, Mortawel is composed of a bay along a prominent shipping lane, making it both a common place to resupply and to shelter from the Summer Storms, making it a fairly valuable piece of land.

Dirty little secret:


Skills: While Ros has some skill with a blade, his greatest assets are his patience, his persistence, and his silver tongue. Ros plays the long game, and can convince people that his desired outcome is in their best interest as well.

Motto: “I don’t have enough prestige for the Landed-folk, nor enough piety for the priest-folk, but everyone wants my gold.”

Name of the Province: Bryn a Mor.

Name of your liege: Duke Arwel Caerbryn



Position: Stretching out into the Western Sea.

Specialty: Buried deep beneath Bryn a Mor’s great rolling hills is a vast mineral wealth. Most of Emperiat’s iron, much of its gold and marble, and a decent amount of its other mined and quarried materials come from Bryn a Mor.

Weaknesses: For all the value that Bryn a Mor’s hills might have, it leaves its people very little arable land. Villages get along fine, but larger settlements must import food to keep everyone properly fed.

History: Of Emperiat’s provinces, Bryn a Mor—which literally means “Hill and Sea” in the native tongue of its people, the Bryny (called Morians by the reast of the world)—is one of the most recently incorporated. Bryn a Mor’s hills, which it is in part named for, provided an incredible defense against invasion. But that did not last forever, and the Emperiat’s King Biel IV led the force that overcame these much vaunted natural defenses, earning him the epithet “the Conqueror.” While it has been several generations since the last person to have seen Biel’s Conquest died, the people of Bryn a Mor have a rich cultural tradition that has strongly resisted both dilution by and incorporation into Emperiat’s broader culture.

It was early in the reign of the now-late king Andèris that the old ruling family of Bryn a Mor, which had initially been given stewardship of the province my Biel the Conqueror himself, died out. Andèris made the decision give the province of Bryn a Mor to not only a native noble house, but the last living relatives of the last rulers of an independent Bryn a Mor—the House Caerbryn. This made the now-late king exceedingly popular among the Morian general populace and nobility, which in turn led to Bryn a Mor actively supporting King Andèris throughout his reign. Duke Arwel Caerbryn is the third generation of his house to rule over Bryn a Mor.

Name of the Province: The Duchy of Espadaja

Name of your liege: Duke Rodrigo III Jimenez

Position: The broad southern marches, at the frontier

Specialty: Espadaja is, first and foremost, an agrarian province. Its rich volcanic soil is perfect for wheat and other cereal crops, and much of the wine and grain consumed throughout Emperiat is produced there. Though perhaps less powerful militarily than some of the more central provinces, Espadajans are the heirs of a long and proud martial tradition, and the warriors among them well remember it.

History: Espadaja, as a single political entity, does not preexist its status as an Emperian province. For centuries it was split among half a dozen warring petty kingdoms and lordships, uniting only long enough to fight off incursions from the larger kingdoms to the north and south. About a century ago a lord named Jimeno married a princess of Emperiat, entering into league with her royal brother. The the power of Emperiat at his back, Jimeno brought the rest of the Espadajan lords under his thumb and, in order to safeguard his conquests, swore homage to the Emperian King.

Name: Sir Roland “the Broken Blade” Vieuxome

Age: 48

Appearance: Roland is a broad man of middling height already entered into the autumn of his life. His shoulder-length tawny hair, however, is only here and there laced with gray. His face betrays yet the handsomeness of his youth, though it is marred by a diagonal scar running across his left cheek. His eyes are brown, and frequently wander in search of danger.

Known for: Participation in a number of noteworthy battles and victory in at least a dozen tournaments. His nickname refers to his presence at the Battle of Badajeux, whereat he broke his sword in half in personal combat with a rebellious count, whom he proceeded to slay (along with much of the man's personal guard) with what remained attached to the grip.

Dirty little secret: Once slept with the wife of his present overlord, Rodrigo Jimenez. This tryst led to the birth of Aurelio Jimenez, the present heir to the Duchy of Espadaja.

Skills: Roland has an excellent grasp of military strategy and tactics. Once a peerless swordsman, there are still few that would dare to face him in a fair fight. His bellicose personality leaves him ill suited to diplomacy, however, and he is largely out of his depth when dealing with courtly intrigue.

Motto: “Steel is surer than gold.”

Name: Saran of Jalehm
Age: 32
Appearance: A pale man, with a blonde beard woven into a braid and a shaven head. He is quite muscular and tall.
Known for: The Victory in the battle of Suns Peak and his work as the High Inquisitor of Kumur
Dirty little secret: While the High Inquisitor Saran had his own brother executed for heresy of the highest order.
Skills: A more than capable fighter, Saran is quite good with the bow, his fists and a spear. He is also a persuasive talker and especially the peasants fall victim to his authority when preaching.
Motto: "To the Lord of the heavens even the highest king looks like the lowest peasant."

Name of the Province: Kumur
Name of your liege: His Holiness Regent Alfalfa Zun
Position: North East, in the mountainous Region
Specialty: Kumur is known for many things. For one its fierce soldiers, its rich culture and the fine craftsmanship. But the whole kingdom came to know its faith. All over Emperiat are temples for Zunit, the sky dwelling God worshiped in Kumur. While worship is different in every region, all followers respect the authority of the Kumur monks.
History: Kumur is a harsh land and well protected by the natural barriers of its mountains. Countless times foreign forces tried to conquer the region but they all failed. Until one King of Emperiat tried something different. He promised the leading caste of monks sovereignty to practice and spread their religion in all of his lands. All the monks had to do was submit them under his rule.
Kumur became a part of Emperiat, while the Church of Zunit is a independent entity within the kingdom, controlled from the top of the mountain Suns Peak.

Name:
Alexzandria De'Monte

Age:
25

Appearance:
A slender woman with pale skin and deep black hair the only spark of true color is the bright green eyes adorning her face, a rare commodity in her people. She carries herself with an air of dignity, pleasantly shaped to be appealing in the eyes of men but not enough to earn her scorn and disdain from other woman. Alexzandria is a perfect blend of one who can mingle and stand out at the same time.

Known for:
Her voice of reason. Ever since she was a small child, Alexzandria had been absorbed with books, not the fairy tales other children her age read but those of diplomacy and ancient treaties, books on court ladies and advisers and the grand life of the capital. When she got older she used those skills to help smooth things over with neighboring Providences and wandering tribes striking new trade deals. She rose quickly to being her own mothers advisers and had other lords write to her for advice and guidance.

Dirty little secret:
Redacted

Skills:
Alexzandria has a way of getting what she wants, but does its in such a way the other party walks off believing they've gotten the better deal. A masterful manipulator, she smiles and smiles and plays the role of a girl in offer her head, but those who know or have heard of her know what she's truly capable of doing with just a few right words.

Motto:
Familia, Fortitudo Et Veritas (Family, Courage And Truth)

Name of the Province:
Ryetharian Pass

Name of your liege:
Veroniaya De'Monte, The Lady of the Mountain

Position:
Far East in the Mountains

Specialty:
A blacksmiths providence most of the kingdoms arms and metalwork comes down from their mountain. They are also known for producing woman said to be kissed by the night sky blessing them with dark hair and the voices of the wind. It's a known fact that woman of the pass have voices said to calm even the angriest creature.

History:
The Pass has always border the kingdom's realm and it's neighbor, often switching hands in treaties and appeasements to stave off war. There was a time when it was it's own region allowed to trade and deal with whomever it desired until the reign of the old king, he had come to visit and speak personally with Alexzandria's grandmother, he stayed for several months before leaving a signed treaty in hand securing the Pass's loyalty and fevor to the crown. A group of proud workers, they do their best to honor that treaty. Tradition dictates that a woman must rule for men are not as loved by the gods that grace their mountains and that a man would only lead them to ruin.