Andreyich

Empire of the Empty Throne

So I told Aaron elsewhere the only real thing I'd note is how they relate to other realms but otherwise I'm done. Any people interested in the RP feel free to hit me up to talk about potential relations between our realms; stuff like potential participation in punitive expeditions, potential of agreeing to recognize the Egyszers as electors for the crown, etc.

Empire of the Empty Throne

@Dinh AaronMk

Andy

Name and Title of Vassal State: The Egyszer Incursion
Ruler: Incursor Vaulosz
Race: Egyszers are - if one was forced to admit - human. They are naturally paler, but by exposure to the sun even amongst nobility tend to end up darker. Their hair is typically black or brown, their eyes amber or green; other colourations are distrusted. Their features often tend to the extreme, tending away from the mean and median with men either tall, strong or short, lanky. However centuries of negative relations have had many other races and realms come up with wildly exaggerated stereotypes of them from devious slanted eyes to hook shaped noses and clubbed feet.
Location:

History:
The arrival of the Gaulletics swept the entire geopolitical scene of the continent. Their destruction of the old order was swift and effective, but incomplete. The Egyszers were one of the few proud peoples that withstood their onslaughts. Though they had to surrender much of their ancestral lands, they left a trail of Gaulletic heads mounted on stakes culminating in a great wall of them by the mountains. Retreating over them to the plains beyond, the Egyszers split into two main groups; the Mountaineers and Plainsfolk. They drifted apart for years with their culture growing into two ever more distinct ones.

These people feuded amongst themselves, uniting only to destroy hapless punitive expeditions. They lived a harsh life, but a happy, free one. They killed one another in droves, they starved every decade, but they were not shackled and that made them better than all else.

But in the last century, it came to be that youth could hardly remember the old animosities as they were pursued ever less. Trade spread through the mountains, and ever more it came to be considered among the Egyszers that freedom and bounties of the mainland aren't mutually exclusive. Mountaineers and Plainsfolk alike crossed to enjoy newfound bounties amongst the mainlanders, eventually growing fond of the continent and what it had grown into. But the trouble was that they were not truly of it, only appearing briefly in troupes to trade before fleeing back lest any one bearing a grudge hunt them down.

This changed some twenty years ago when a boy in one of these troupes, a young Vaulosz thought after one such trip that the fate of his people was on the mainland. The son of one of the chiefs of the disparate bands of Egyszers among the plainsfolk, he set out to do much work. Duelling his father for rule of his kin was a first step, securing him a base from which to spring his growing political career off of. From then on he spent several years fighting and convincing fellow tribes that under him they could ascend to be conquerors of the mainland, enjoying both freedom of their current state and the wealth they were robbed of all those decades ago when forced to flee. Using traders to bring examples of the great things that could await the Egyszers he began a gradual reform of their society to prepare them for their new goal of returning to their ancestral homeland.

His greatest obstacle thus far has been the complete unity of his people, wherein he was to convince the Mountaineers to region their now estranged kin. Though for the most part they did not want his greater goal of settling down away from their mountains, they whole-heartedly agreed with his menacing cries for vengeance. Combined with a marriage to the daughter of one of their dying chiefs and a promise to several of their own fiefdoms under him, Vaulosz narrowly secured the unity of the Egyszers.

If he had made his move at any other time, the Egyszer Incursion as it came to be known would have been slaughtered by far larger, better prepared armies. But the growing grip of the Gaulletics combined with their recent plague had created the perfect time for the Egyszers to arrive in the land with violence in mind.

Overnight entire villages and cities disappeared. Any Gaulletic that did not have useful knowledge from medicine to smithing was beheaded with the rest conscripted, humans formed into collaborators, and remaining races enslaved. It was when the beautiful city of Pallare was sacked, that the people of the continent found couriers carrying a surprising message. Vaulosz was now on the throne of the city's governor using the seat's previous occupant as a footrest, and as ashes rained down on him he wrote letters to the powers of the land that he simply wanted equal recognition for his people in the selection of The Throne. Though many laughed at his message, the laughter dissipated as the news spread of the city's taking.

Though yet nobody has replied yet, the Egyszers will push hard to get a seat at the table.

Special Note:
If you add you capital, I will include that on the map. I may try to do other things. Sea lanes to the provincial capital will also be added on my own discretion. Don't dog me down with statistical details either, give it to me clean; you'll know what I mean when I accept you.

Lilith: A Fallout RP

Did a bit of sock puppetry of our lady to get us moving, lmk if I over stepped anything @Su

Lilith: A Fallout RP

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̭̼͉̙̳ͮF̦̜̗̼̬͒ͯͣ̚Ò̫͇̮͙͇̄ͭ̒̌̆ͭR͓͂̑̐ͭ ͙͙ͣ̐̇̒͆H̥͑ͮ́͐E̞̟̅̀̽̀ͭͧ͑ ͓̂̾W̙̻̍ͧ͗̌̽ͭ͒Hͪ̀͗̓O̟͇̳̣̫ͯͭ͑ͦ́̌̚ ͎̲͙̳͈͍͋ͅY͖̐̋E̐ͬ̌T̖̗̰̓ͬ͂͂ͅ ͬ̂̽͐͆L͉̖̯͇̱̝͖ͪ̀̊̉̎Ì̘̝̩̺̉͑̅ͤͫV̟͉̣̞̻̮̬͛͂ͬ͂̚E͓̻͈ͥ̿͆S̻̹͎̞ͥ̍̑ͬͦ̋ͮ

After the woman shook her head, Gail shrugged, and ran off to the mystery city. A supermutant was far faster than a human being even when making sure to be keeping quiet, but it was still some distance to cover. Back in the day the Master's Army had used steam-trucks, ingenious retrofitted vehicles that had now gone out of use despite the amount that were even now still sitting there in the Necropolis. But now it was purely Gail's own burden to get there. Looking up, he noted a sign, Ashland.

It was a shithole, despite the fact somebody had tried to decorate the place such that this fact would be hidden. Despite everything, he didn't see very many people, at least not from outside of the place. He hopped a few meters closer to a stone upon which he could stabilize his rifle and examined it. There was movement, but he would have to get a lot closer to inspect the place. He was almost about to run closer, until looking up into the sky he found that he had already been here some time.

Thus he stood, and sprinted back. Somewhere around half of the journey's path he ignored stealth, kicking up a dust cloud with his great big mutant feet thus announcing his arrival to the team. Again he deactivated the stealthboy with the noise ever more common to the group. "Movement in City. Called Ashland. Looked... happy, but that's gone. Probably raiders, or wildlife in there."

Lilith: A Fallout RP

@Eviledd1984

No you're fine, if you don't have anything else to say don't force it.

@Andreyich

I'll send you a Pm tomorrow with the details of what you find in the town.

Sorry all, its been a bit busy for me lately, so I might be a little slow in responding.

@Su

No worries

Lilith: A Fallout RP

late but posted

Lilith: A Fallout RP

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̭̼͉̙̳ͮF̦̜̗̼̬͒ͯͣ̚Ò̫͇̮͙͇̄ͭ̒̌̆ͭR͓͂̑̐ͭ ͙͙ͣ̐̇̒͆H̥͑ͮ́͐E̞̟̅̀̽̀ͭͧ͑ ͓̂̾W̙̻̍ͧ͗̌̽ͭ͒Hͪ̀͗̓O̟͇̳̣̫ͯͭ͑ͦ́̌̚ ͎̲͙̳͈͍͋ͅY͖̐̋E̐ͬ̌T̖̗̰̓ͬ͂͂ͅ ͬ̂̽͐͆L͉̖̯͇̱̝͖ͪ̀̊̉̎Ì̘̝̩̺̉͑̅ͤͫV̟͉̣̞̻̮̬͛͂ͬ͂̚E͓̻͈ͥ̿͆S̻̹͎̞ͥ̍̑ͬͦ̋ͮ

Walking off from the carnage, Gail stopped by a small bush to wipe his hands of the blood. He turned his head a little to see someone shooting where he had been, poking his head up yet further to see it was the lady that for some reason thought she was the leader here. He would remember this of course. It had been others who had at first refused to do anything, and yet it seemed he was the one that was the recipient of ill-will. Not that this was particularly surprising to the Nightkin. Supermutants always were the recipients of inexplicable hatred, which in turn humans always expressed in the most peculiar of ways. Truly, they were a suffering people to live such short lives that they could not see the folly of their behaviour. Musing on such things he wandered off into the wilderness, forgetting the entirety of his night's adventures by the time he returned to the party in the morning.

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Gail returned to the camp just as the sun started to once more arise, picking out pieces of radroach from the end of his rebar club. He didn't exactly know how they ended up there, but he supposed the feeling of fullness he had probably had some accounting to do for it. Briefly he worried about food poisoning having likely eaten this meal uncooked, until he lucid part of his mind reminded the rest of it that such things were no longer the worry of his splendid form.

The mutant soon after spotted himself in a reflection of dew upon leaves, prompting him to start obsessively picking out hairs upon his head that were too long, a trait acquired some decades after the obsessive stealth boy use. That very soon brought him to another activity, as the smell of falling hairs reminded him that he had acquired new smells to worsen his ability to move concealed. As such, he began bringing his fist down to grab handfuls of dust, rub it across himself, and repeat the cycle until he could hardly feel his own sent when bringing his elbow to his nose.

The many humans started waking up just as Gail finished his rituals, and thus he wandered over a little closer to observe them. Most pecuiliar to him was the supermutant in the group. He had an obsession almost as nightkin, and yet he lacked the characteristic blue skin, invisibility. The robot briefly brought him a distant memory of his life as a human when he shifted his eyes to it, and thus the nightkin shook his head to distract himself from the matter.

They packed up, and went on yet another walk. As always he traveled some distance from the group, making sure that there were no more bits of fauna that were hungry and would go after the little humans. Of course, he made sure every five minutes or so to run back to them, and make sure they had not fallen into some sort of infighting that would need a clobbering to resolve. Satisfied, this cycle would continue until at some point he heard Darya call out for him on one of his return trips. He took a few long strides to make sure he was in earshot when he replied to her, revealing himself with the characteristic vwumpsh of a stealth-boy turning off a meter or two behind her. "Yes. Wait here. Do you have a flare?" he requested, continuing with "Something for a signal of sorts if it is unsafe to stay here, and time to flee." Regardless of if he received such a means for a signal or not, he would once more activate his stealth boy and run off towards the town.

Lilith: A Fallout RP

@Su I was about to drop a post of my own haha, but I'll get mine up in a bit after a quick rework

Lilith: A Fallout RP

On a roadtrip. Friday at the latest. Also somehwat depending on what others do for me post

Lilith: A Fallout RP

Came a bit later than expected but dropped the post.