Deth_Glitch

God, Gatling, and Glory [Steampunk/Imperialism NRP]

Well, I'm about done, guess I just wait for someone to review it and accept me?

God, Gatling, and Glory [Steampunk/Imperialism NRP]

Rex, if I'm accepted its me who has to deal with them XD

Dragon Knights: Genesis

Yeah I think It will be fine with the Timeskip presuming you repond to Damon first :P

God, Gatling, and Glory [Steampunk/Imperialism NRP]

I wish to join your merry little band if I be permitted, still finishing it up but it wont be long now.

The Kingdom of the Red Dragon

Nation Name: The Kingdom of the Red Dragon Flag: The Head and shoulders of a Golden Dragon on a red backdrop with twin dragon-like silver serpents coiling around it. Government: The Kingdom of the Red Dragon is not actually a Kingdom, not since the fall of the empire with the same name. The Government is in fact a Republic with the elected leader being elected from the male siblings of the previous ruler. The Red Council is made of representatives that largely hail from the powerful merchant families and guilds. While the Red Council is officially elected by the people, all that means is that those with the biggest purses get in and those that don't make space for themselves. The Red Council holds all the power of the Kingdom but the Dracos Inquisitos, the 'ruler', is the only one allowed to declare war and can force a three month trade embargo on any family or nation without having to consult the Red Council, after the time frame he must have their approval to continue it. The Council can, however, replace the Dracos Inquisitos with one of his male siblings if they have a 95% majority in the favor of a single sibling, thus keeping the moderate balance of power and allowing them to both keep the other in check. Structure: Top: Dracos Inquisitos Next: Red Tradracos (Minister of trade), Red Diplomacist (Minister of Foreign affairs effectively) and Red Guild-master (Minister of Guilds) Below: All the other 60 members of the Council split unevenly between the three ministries To counter the purely mercantile Power of the Red Council there is also the Dracos Imperium, generally lead by a relative of the Inquisitos purely due to the Dracos Imperials wanting to keep in favor with the ruling family so they may remain unhindered in their work. The Imperium is the religious arm of the nation and holds the power of the commoner levels of society even if most of its members have help their positions over generations as it is a very tradition orientated form. The Imperium has two tasks, that of spreading the faith of the kingdom and that of moderation over the Religion and its restrictions, the Imperium being able to ban or restrict such things as forms of technology and set the Laws of the Religion, which even the Red Council dare not go against, and vote for which tribes or clans, etc. are suitable for the Kingdom to make dealings with in the eyes of the 'Red Dragon' their diety with the Dracos Imperlius (leader of the Imperium) holding the power to stop any vote in the Imperium. Economy: The Kingdom of the Red Dragon is effectively a merchant republic and so the vast bulk of its economy comes from trade with the north Andarans as they are the only 'northern' power that has effectively set up shop on the southern continent. This allows them to hold a monopoly over trade between the two continents after having gained the trust of most of the local tribes, nations and other such powers. Leader(s): Nicoli Vacialtali - Dracos Iquisitos Serge Vacialtali - Dracos Imperlius Important People: Flavius Medici - Imperial Admiral Giuseppe Calcalius - Red Tradracos Lucius Medici - Red Diplomacist Pasquale Oridentalis - Red Guild-Master Desired Map location:

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Important Locations: The City of Dracos, A city entirely floating in the bay, the Capital hosts floating docks stretching as far as the eye can see getting luxuries and necessities from, and sending luxuries to, the northern continent. The City of Dracos holds the Red Council and its center is dominated by the 'District of Trade', effective an excuse to keep all the rich away from the poor and allow those who hold the power a way of avoiding those they 'serve' the center of this district stands the Red Palace, where the Ruling Family (currently Vacialtali) reside and the Red council meets. The Gate to the South, The 'Gateway' to the city but almost a city in its own right. In an attempt to keep the populance of the Dracos 'pure' this fortified menace keep those who don't appear to be 'pure' (not of the North) out of the city but, to keep relations with the numerous tribes around the Kingdom, not to actually restrict those who have good reason to be there (they get an armed 'guard' to keep them 'safe'). Because of its strategic importance as the gateway to the Capital it is the main barracks for the Kingdoms small military. The Temple of Dracos, situated on the edge of a steep cliff overlooking the bay this temple has been restored from a local ruined temple and is the home of the Dracos Imperium. Weapons are strictly not allowed and so the temple is protected by a significant portion of the army, but even they are restricted from entering the temple if they have a weapon equiped. Cultural Overview: The Kingdom holds two 'feast-avals' a year, one is held on the Inquisitos' birthday with the other being held on 'Dark Dragon Night' which coincides with the winter solstice. On these events the commoners celebrate with national holidays, often spending time with their families and the upper classes are all invited to attend a Feast in the palace where some of the most exotic foods known to man are consumed. There are also a whole host of religious occasions throughout the year, each and every one providing a national day of rest to all who feel they can afford to take it and a bit of upped pay for those who can't. The other main festival of the Kingdom is held biannually and is the Floating of the Dragons, its foundation is in the praise and worship of their god the 'Red Dragon' but its main use is to show of the navy to the nearby tribes to act as a deterrent to any hostilities from them, all the tribal leaders are invited to the palace to watch from its upper floors while the majority of the festivities are held outside the city with large expanses of agricultural land being turned into a large party where money is spent, wares are traded and many drunks are fined, providing more wealth to the Kingdoms overflowing coffers. The main event of the 'Floating of the Dragons' is the massive show of their navy with a glorified fishing boat being set alight and guided by other ships to make sure it sets nothing on fire and sinks in the ocean. Technology Overview: The Kingdom has all of the finest technology that money can buy but develop little to none of it themselves, purchasing any technology from the old world they feel can make their lives easier, safer or more profitable. The Kingdom relies almost completely on trade, with food being supplied by the more trusting tribes and large stores of grain being imported from the north to keep the city stockpiled in the case of a war, be it with the north or the south. Outside of the city the technology, other then that of the army, is fairly basic with very little setting the Kingdoms own farmers apart from that of the tribes surrounding it. Military Overview: The Kingdoms army is very well equipped but hosts an outdated organisational system, with each Guild hosting its own troops with the Dracos Inquisitos fielding one man for every one the guilds field so as to keep a Guild from taking over by force. Their navy is also well equipped but, with the distances concerned the ships hulls are also pretty outdated, with newer guns and things being 'upgraded' from the ones existing since very few northern countries are willing to sell their newest ship designs, even to the highest bidder, therefor they must make do with slightly older warships (even if there trade-ships are the finest money can buy). Their airborne forces consist of a small number of weakly hulled elan powered airships with powerful guns that spend most of their life floating on water rather then air as the distances and costs involved in the elan supplies are currently not considered worth it by the Red Council and the Imperial Admiral, the Imperial Admiral being the sole chosen by the Inquisitos to lead his Navy and, more recently, airborne forces, while allowing the Inquisitos to command his own land forces.

Dragon Knights: Genesis

I'm gonna go ahead and say it... you are not getting on Damon's good side.. XD

Dragon Knights: Genesis

Lord Commander Damon Farrow

Damon was getting pretty annoyed at this point. "Suddenly this army grunt is a master strategist?" he said over his shoulder with a hint of spite in his voice. "I could probably double the guards without any notice as it stands. Its not like they in the council consider me at all, other then as a nuisance..." he muttered the last part "My point, little miss gun!, is that I don't have enough guards to fight off the kingdom, I doubt my men could take on even the city guard, despite their skill, the numbers are simply not in my favor." With this he spat at his feet, in her direction, muttering "I will not have a commoner with no rank order me about!" before saying, in a more audible voice, "Why don't we listen to the Knight Lieutenant, who has earned her high rank, sometimes there is not time for such subtleties. I'm sure she have thought deeply about this." At this point he finally turned the face the insolent soldier and looked her square in the eyes, his body tensing. "I just want you to know, if you plan on undermining authority then we will achieve nothing. As a soldier you should surely know the importance of order, discipline and rank, even if you, madam, appear to have none of those a fore mentioned mentioned skill sets." Damon was painfully aware that his aggression and displeasure was clearly visible but he was also aware, more so, that what was at stake was the lives of all those before him, the leader he respects so thoroughly and the future of the entire kingdom. No rebellious child would put them at jeopardy, he may not be able to command the city guard but, for now at least, he still had authority among them and would not hesitate to arrest the girl, anyone, even the Lieutenant if he thought it would protect his trusted friend and the kingdom he served.

Dragon Knights: Genesis

Lord Captain Damon Farrow

Damon heard her telling them that she was planning on acting against Donat and picked up his pace. While Damon was no friend of Donat he was also no friend people telling the world they planned to betray him, since he knew any real threat to Donat would force his hand and his men would be fighting most the Kingdoms armies alone. He began to ease his pace as he reached the group, jogging past the people on the outside and walking to Hazael herself. "Are you MAD!" he said when he arrived, breathing deeply from the frantic sprint down once he heard what she was saying. "Do you want.." he stopped, taking a deep breath "Knight Lieutenant Commander, if anyone breaths a word of this in the palace then the king wont last two minutes!" he took another breath, an uncertain look in his eyes "I should lock you up right now, to stop this getting out of hand..." then he shook his head, the hand clutching his sword hilt dropped, then rose to meet Damon's forehead "But.. I wont. If what you say is true I guess I can.. double the guard and.. and then what?!" His hand dropped down again and he vaguely saluted, he may not follow the normal military ranks but he WAS a soldier, even if she would be more likely to salute him then the other way around. "I suppose I am yours to command, if what you say is true and this is going to happen then what's the kings guard going to do against Donat and his pawns?"

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

Darius was among the other mages, ignored by all but a handful who stood at his side. He was a blur of words as one hand held his Lore-Tome and the other held held his staff. To an onlooker it would look like he was casting curses and powerful spells to wreak havoc among the enemy lines, if he could do that then you would be right. But as a Lore Maker he is bound by Vow to refrain from attacking another living being with magic. Now Darius did his best to bend his vow and is standing, overlooking the battle, doing all he can. The handful around him are loyal to him only by the bloodshed he had saved them from in battles past. The truth was he was attempting to harry and slow the enemy attack, confusing them and leading them back on themselves. Currently he was forming a false wall of fire on one of the stairways up the walls forcing the enemy to hesitate and look about in unease, no doubt one would soon realize that there was no heat there and brave the flames only to be followed by the rest of his force. Since Darius dared not waste his time by speaking rather then incanting spells he released his staff, which floated where it was left, and words began to form beyond his outstretched hand as he tried to find more ways of halting the enemy onslaught. The words read 'Tell me, what can you see beyond the wall? Is there a greater threat I need be aware of?' displayed in whatever language the reader spoke. Suddenly Darius felt a great pain in his right arm, his casting arm. The pain soon spread. The mages around him were quick to turn their attention to the pain and force it out. It had happened before, last time it was harder to remove but they learned since that defeat, some great power could sense Darius and he best theory was that it was trying to stop the flow of his power.. or take it for themselves. While they defeated this attack Darius still dropped his Tome from the book and so he began barking out orders "Protect the men on the battlements, if we lose the archers or our fellow mages then the real men, the ones bathing in our foes blood, stand no chance. If that happens the world will look to this battle and blame us for our inaction!" He screamed to his men, scrolling through pages of his tome and pulling out the odd scrap of paper... simple desperate to find anything that could aid him in the defense of this castle. If it came to it he would break his vow, but breaking his vow would lead to the Red One, the 'god' of the Lore-Makers Stripping him of his power, he could still teach and train but he would no longer be free to cast spells at their mightiest of foes.

Dragon Knights: Genesis

Lord Captain Farrow It was early, Damon always awoke early. In actual fact he wasn't expected to be at his post for another two hours but he liked to be early and he didn't like the newest guard, a cocky young man who was good at his job but always seemed too relieved after a night shift. He stood up and got dressed, put on his armor and pulled the belt holding his sheath tight before trying it still. He looked at his appearance in a mirror and began heading down the stairs. His staff had already prepared breakfast and were just finishing the table placements. There were two, at the one end was his seat and at the far other was his mothers seat, but she almost never left her room after the death of Damon's Father and brother. "I don't know why you insist on cooking a full breakfast you know I will never eat." he sighed to his manservant, an old man named Keel, with a smile. Damon had liked Keel as he had never changed, even after the death of his late master he remained sure in his duty and always going the extra mile for Damon to make sure the boy wanted for nothing. Keel had looked after him when he was young and never really stopped. "Look, you and the staff enjoy a hearty breakfast, I will just have a slice of meat." he said heading into the kitchen and doing exactly that before stepping out into the cool morning air. He felt like today would be a good day, that was until he saw the flier. He thought nothing of it until he read the fine print. 'What was she thinking!' he thought 'If the Prime-minister hears of this then It will be civil war!' he then allowed himself a cuss and muttered "I had better confront her... before I'm forced to fight the kingdom to keep the king alive!" with another muttered curse he gripped his sword tightly and set off to find the Knight Lieutenant Commander. The gates to the city would require a detour, more like he was going a great distance out of his way, but he still had time and this was big... "Commoners messing with affairs of state never end well!" he growled through gritted teeth as he set off from the peaceful of the nobility to the hustle and bustle of the city, not having time to get some of his men to accompany him.

When the Walls Beckon - (IC/OOC)

Name: Eldar Darius Age: 37 Gender: Male Race: He was born a Lescanzi Human Appearance: Darius looks fairly fit for his 37 years of experience and his deep Red hair with its loose curls is cut short. what you can see of his skin is pale, except that around his eyes which looks tired, but with a reddish hew, as though he wore a pale red eyeliner. He is always wearing a deep purple cloak that covers all but his face, allowing one to tell he is of slight build, despite his height. The cloak has marking on it in a brighter Red then his hair and he has a Tome strapped to his back like a backpack, with a cape similar to his cloak flowing over it. In his hand he holds a 2.3m (about 7'6) oak staff that looks as though it is holding an invisible orb, where instead there is only a deep red light. Personality: Darius is Kind and caring, seeking to help who he can rather then blame them for his troubled past. Having seen so much darkness and evil in the world he always tries to find the fairest, most peaceful solution to a problem. If there is a chance he can make all parties involved happy, he will try his best to do it. As for people close to him, while its hard to gain his trust he finds it easy to like people, seeking to help anyone he can and going to any length to ensure the safety and happiness of those closest to him, even at the cost of his own. Character type and traits: Lore Maker -Incredibly learnered with battlemagic (even though he cant use it) -Physically Weak* -Little to no understanding of necromantic magics or of the dead -Not very perceptive *(W/O magic, but using magic to increase his strength then using it violently would break the Vow) History: Being born a mongrel Lescanzi, his family was forced out of their home. As a child his mother treated him with less kindness then a master would a slave, his father no where to be seen. He sook to be better then this. To achieve this he decided to take advantage of his magical abilities. He posed as a foreigner, who traveled far to learn magic, and found his way to begin learning it from another mage. They spent years together, training and working. During this time he felt a darkness start to grow in him, a darkness he despised. After some years training and helping his master earn money by abusing their abilities he knew that he didnt enjoy harming others, even if his master told him it was necessary to get by. So, after learning of the Temple of Araiundour, he packed his things and traveled far to their temple, where he began to delve deeper into the mists of Magic, after a year learning of all forms equally as some do, he decided to focus one one form, as many did. He focused on the Magic of Battling, commanding and fighting. He learned how to use magic in order to win wars, even though he Vow forbid him from using much of it, because of this the council never truly trusted him and when he asked them to aid the world in defending against the hoards they branded him a traitor and called him a spell-sword, threatening to bind his powers if he didn't leave. Knowing that he could never just stand by and watch the world be taken and corrupted by these monstrous creations he left without a word. Again, he had worked hard to create a live for himself only to have it burned to ash. But he had not just created a life, he had discovered who he truly was, and that person, the real Darius, would not, COULD NOT just stand by as thousands of innocent souls were taken from the worldly plane. After days of long arduous travel, his survival largely due to his magical knowledge he found one of the mighty armies that were massing to stand against this hoard of hell. He immediately requested parlay with their commander and asked to join as a mage, persuading him that he could help train the other mages thanks to his background. The army he served marched to war, they fought long and hard into the night, but it was inevitable, the castle fell. Using all of his magical knowledge he managed to save the commander and a handful of other mages and knights who he soon relied on to vouch for him upon joining the currant host in Castle First Reach Equipment: -Staff (desc above) -Tome ~ 'The Lore Tome' The covers are thick and made of solid, oak, wood and are covered in engravings similar to the patterns on his cloak. Its pages filled with scraps of paper that have been stuffed in, mainly from Darius personal notes that have been added to the Lore-Tome.