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Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

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Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

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Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

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Name: Charlotte Lemaire

Sex: Female

Occupation: Order Soldier

Height: 5’3

Weight: 114 lbs

Appearance

Eldritch Encounters:
-Multiple Cultists encounters, and conflicts
-Encountered a Hunting Horror in Spain where her and other order members used a series of mirrors and torches to turn the creature to ash.
-Battled with Serpent People in crete alongside the order, barely escaping defeat.

Traits:
-Experienced Fighter
-Suffers minor hallucinations due to her encounters regardless of the Order Ring she wears.
-Slight limp due to where she had been shot once in her right thigh.
-Dresses in military style clothing, fitting considering her combat position within the order.
-Does not believe in god.

Equipment:
-Order Revolver
-Breech Loading Shotgun
-Rapier
-A signet ring, engraved into top is a star made of lines that curve into a point giving the symbol a look as if it was wavering. In the middle of the star is what appears to be a branch with five offshoots, two angling off from the underside and three angling upwards from the top.
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Order: Yes

Background:
-Born in 1808 to parents that were both members of the order.
-1824 Officially joined the order as an Initiate Hunter
-1825 Successfully completed her first mission.
-1829 Became a High Ranking Member of the Order
-1830 Was put in charge of leading an investigation into Samuel Kimberton

Personality:
-Dedicated to the Order’s cause
-Loyal to the Order, and her fellow members
-Willing to do what is necessary to keep the rituals of the cults from happening.
-Patient
-Curious to a point of investigative.

Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

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Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

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Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

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The final letter left by Doctor Samuel Kimberton
The hour grew late, I knew that I should rest, it had been two days since I had slept, but the book before me was everything to me, I had to unlock its secrets. It had been a week since my Mary left, she told me I was obsessed and that she could not watch me let this book take over my life. But this rarity, this rarity before me was so important, I knew it was it just had to be, why would it have been sealed away the way it was in the tomb of a Germanic tribal chief? I touched it, as always the leather that the book was bound in was cool to the touch, the jeering face that had been carved upon it stared at me, it mocked me, it knew my pain at not being able to unlock the knowledge it held. Tonight though, tonight I would unlock the secrets it had barred from me.

Once more I flipped open the book and stroked a finger down a page, the symbols there had been completely unknown to me just earlier that day, but somehow some way I could read them now, it was as if the book wanted me to read it wanted me to know what it said. I read the words upon the page aloud, I could not write them, but the words flow from my tongue as if they were a language I had grown up with my entire life.

Once I had finished speaking the words, the candles I had been reading by suddenly snuffed out as if a wind had blown across them. The air grew cold, and it took everything I had to keep my teeth from clicking together. Fumbling in the darkness I finally found my lantern, and gave light to it with a match. Once light filled my office I saw it, almost directly in front of me, the mirror I used every morning to make sure I was properly dressed and shaved. Though it was no longer the shining reflective surface it had been before, now it was inky black with a single large eye in the middle, about the size of my fist, staring right at me. From around the edges of the mirror an inky black ichor oozed out as if something was trying to push through the glass like it was a doorway.

My head filled with a soft melodic voice, like that of the sweetest lullaby a mother could sing, and I knew that it was the being before me. She asked me if I wanted to know her more. I told her yes. She asked me if I would serve her, and I knew I had to. I could feel her smiling upon me, though I could not see it. I could feel her embracing me in her warm arms. That’s when I realized I had closed my eyes, I opened them and found that the eye i the mirror was now directly in front of me, long black tendrils enveloping me, something pressed against it my lips, soft, tasting of milk, sweet milk, I drank deeply, I could feel the milk spread through my entire being it felt wonderful.

I woke lying on the floor of my home, I felt different changed, my mother my sweet mother was gone, but she had given me a gift, and given me a task. She must be brought here, brought here so that she might make all of us her children. I hope that whoever finds this note is well, and understands that I will not be coming back. Mary my sweet Mary if you find this please do not concern yourself with my safety, I will see you soon enough.

Yours Truly,
Doctor Samuel Kimberton

---

How you came to this point doesn’t matter, whatever events led you down this path are yours to tell when you wish. But however you got here you find yourself speaking with an elderly fellow his hat tipped down shadowing his features as she stares into his drink. Slowly he lifts his head and stares at you with a bit of a smile at the corner of his lips.

“What can i say about our order? That we have fought against the end of the world for as long as anyone can remember. That there are men and women with so much wickedness in their hearts they wish to bring being from the very depths of hell into our world. Or that there are beings hiding in the shadows of our world that would drive a man mad with a simple glance. Well that is true, and even more. Things that we will likely never be able to understand exist, and we the Bouclier dans les tenebres, the Shield in the Darkness are the only ones who can stop these beings, the only ones who can stop the men who seek to summon these creatures into our world. Now that the scales have fallen from your eyes though you have a choice to make. Return to your life of mediocrity, or join us.”

(A lovecraftian RP set in 1831, players will take on the role of a member of the Bouclier Dans Les Tenebres, a secret order working to undermine the attempts of cults to bring about other dimensional entities into the earthly realm, and finding artifacts and items that could be used in such endeavors. Though this is not a necessity, players are not so boxed in that they have to be said member of the order, they may also be some bystander, some unlucky sod that gets pulled into this world or nightmares, violence, and insanity. Do you have what it takes to survive? To remain sane? If you think you can handle it, then make a sheet, and prepare yourself for a tale of horror, insanity, and best of all, an immersive story.)

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Name:

Sex:

Occupation:

Height:

Weight:

Appearance: (here you would put a general description of your appearance for your character, you can use an image if you like.. I do )

Eldritch Encounters: (if you have encountered anything the past list it here)

Traits: (What makes your character who they are, list your traits here, whether they’re bookworms, fighters, partially insane, are they missing any bodyparts? Blind in an eye. This all goes here)

Equipment: (don’t need to know everything you have. Just weapons, artifacts, tomes, etc)

Order: (Put yes or no here to say whether or not you are PART of the order, not just connected to it)

Background: (for the background i just want your important history preferably in a bullet style, i don’t need to know EVERYTHING about a person’s background those things can come up later]

Personality: (Once more don’t need everything just the meat, traits covers some of this as well)

Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

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The final letter left by Doctor Samuel Kimberton
The hour grew late, I knew that I should rest, it had been two days since I had slept, but the book before me was everything to me, I had to unlock its secrets. It had been a week since my Mary left, she told me I was obsessed and that she could not watch me let this book take over my life. But this rarity, this rarity before me was so important, I knew it was it just had to be, why would it have been sealed away the way it was in the tomb of a Germanic tribal chief? I touched it, as always the leather that the book was bound in was cool to the touch, the jeering face that had been carved upon it stared at me, it mocked me, it knew my pain at not being able to unlock the knowledge it held. Tonight though, tonight I would unlock the secrets it had barred from me.

Once more I flipped open the book and stroked a finger down a page, the symbols there had been completely unknown to me just earlier that day, but somehow some way I could read them now, it was as if the book wanted me to read it wanted me to know what it said. I read the words upon the page aloud, I could not write them, but the words flow from my tongue as if they were a language I had grown up with my entire life.

Once I had finished speaking the words, the candles I had been reading by suddenly snuffed out as if a wind had blown across them. The air grew cold, and it took everything I had to keep my teeth from clicking together. Fumbling in the darkness I finally found my lantern, and gave light to it with a match. Once light filled my office I saw it, almost directly in front of me, the mirror I used every morning to make sure I was properly dressed and shaved. Though it was no longer the shining reflective surface it had been before, now it was inky black with a single large eye in the middle, about the size of my fist, staring right at me. From around the edges of the mirror an inky black ichor oozed out as if something was trying to push through the glass like it was a doorway.

My head filled with a soft melodic voice, like that of the sweetest lullaby a mother could sing, and I knew that it was the being before me. She asked me if I wanted to know her more. I told her yes. She asked me if I would serve her, and I knew I had to. I could feel her smiling upon me, though I could not see it. I could feel her embracing me in her warm arms. That’s when I realized I had closed my eyes, I opened them and found that the eye i the mirror was now directly in front of me, long black tendrils enveloping me, something pressed against it my lips, soft, tasting of milk, sweet milk, I drank deeply, I could feel the milk spread through my entire being it felt wonderful.

I woke lying on the floor of my home, I felt different changed, my mother my sweet mother was gone, but she had given me a gift, and given me a task. She must be brought here, brought here so that she might make all of us her children. I hope that whoever finds this note is well, and understands that I will not be coming back. Mary my sweet Mary if you find this please do not concern yourself with my safety, I will see you soon enough.

Yours Truly,
Doctor Samuel Kimberton

---

How you came to this point doesn’t matter, whatever events led you down this path are yours to tell when you wish. But however you got here you find yourself speaking with an elderly fellow his hat tipped down shadowing his features as she stares into his drink. Slowly he lifts his head and stares at you with a bit of a smile at the corner of his lips.

“What can i say about our order? That we have fought against the end of the world for as long as anyone can remember. That there are men and women with so much wickedness in their hearts they wish to bring being from the very depths of hell into our world. Or that there are beings hiding in the shadows of our world that would drive a man mad with a simple glance. Well that is true, and even more. Things that we will likely never be able to understand exist, and we the Bouclier dans les tenebres, the Shield in the Darkness are the only ones who can stop these beings, the only ones who can stop the men who seek to summon these creatures into our world. Now that the scales have fallen from your eyes though you have a choice to make. Return to your life of mediocrity, or join us.”

(A lovecraftian RP set in 1831, players will take on the role of a member of the Bouclier Dans Les Tenebres, a secret order working to undermine the attempts of cults to bring about other dimensional entities into the earthly realm, and finding artifacts and items that could be used in such endeavors. Though this is not a necessity, players are not so boxed in that they have to be said member of the order, they may also be some bystander, some unlucky sod that gets pulled into this world or nightmares, violence, and insanity. Do you have what it takes to survive? To remain sane? If you think you can handle it, then please post your interest, and prepare yourself for a tale of horror, insanity, and best of all, an immersive story.)

Legend of the Silver Legion Redux (Open)

Near Port Biadh
Day 53

Thoughts swam like a storm through Aonghas mind, his hand gripping his sword tightly as he stared out over the army of statues. Turning his head he looked back at the two hundred elf warriors he had brought, then down at the twenty mages lined up before him. A whisper of cloth on leather could be heard as he hopped down from his steed and stepped to stand next to Marsalli, the mage barely even spared Aonghas a glimpse before looking back to the stone army.

"Strange beings aren't they Prince Aonghas?" The Magitrix moved to stand in line next to the other mages, all the important ones were there. Eibhlin had not come but Brigh and Una were accounted for among their numbers.

The Prince licked his lips, and turned to look up and down the line once more. "Well know this no matter what, the army has your back, we will fight these stone beings to the last if they choose to attack."

A faint smile crossed Marsalli's lips. "It seemed to do someting in the Emerald Empire, but we will do this without damaging the statues unnecessarily. I can only hope that it quenches whatever they are after, and that they leave."

Backing away from the mages, and setting his fighting hand on his sword hilt he prepared himself to watch the show, the cavalry behind him restless as their horses danced this way and that. Bolt throwers were loaded and ready to fire their enormous bolts into the stone army.

As one the mages brought their hands up, eyes closing, as they focused, and channeled, the air before them beginning to sizzle with the power they were building up, light so bright it blinded those behind them to the point that they had to look away, it was as if a sun had descended upon the very ground in front of them.

As the power continued to grow tendrils of energy began to lash out from the ball leaving burnt lines across the ground wherever they landed. Still the mages pushed more energy into the ball, the surrounding landscape began to burn with the bright light, it was as if day had exploded in the midst of the night.

Still it was not over though, as the mages began to exhaust themselves of magic, the most powerful pouring even more than the others into the ball though. Then all at once the ball turneed a bright purple and begain to snap the air leazing the scent of burning ozone falling upon the elven army. With a snap though the energy was suddenly released, and it poured over over the stone army as a wave of powerful energy that would burn any normal person to ash. Writhing and cracking and hissing the energy washed over the rows and columns of the stone soldiers before them.

As the wave of magical energy flooded the endless rows of statues, those touched by the immense power began to glow a crimson red, deformed faces jumbling on the faceless ones, with those already bearing the faces of the dead remaining the same. Astonishingly the wave of magic slowly began to fade, streams of its light being hastily absorbed by the statues below, and the deformed faces fading as the energy was sapped.

As the tickle of magic finally faded from the atmosphere, the elven army found themselves standing before the same sight they were mere moments ago, save for the scortched earth surrounding the statues.

Suddenly a deep baritone laugh rang from behind the Elven army.

The mages were stunned by the lack of any action that had been of consequence from the massive amount of magic pushed forth. Prince Aonghas himself was completley stunned, he had never seen a showing of such power, and it had done literally nothing at all. "We wi-" however he did not get the words out as a deep laugh erupted behind him. Heads turned, the soldiers immediately did an about face, as the cavalry worked their reins to get their horses turned around.

There standing on a patch overlooking the army was a single figure. It was covered head to toe in a dark dusty metal, with bold faces and sharp edges that of the Fervari style. He was leaning on a mighty strange forward curved blade with his right hand, and a boxy sharp edged shield covered his left arm. Behind his metal suit, all that could be seen was his chin and mouth, both a gross mix of earthen colors and coals, with terrible yellow teeth poking behind thick slightly decayed lips.

As everyone's vision fell upon the figure, he again let out his booming voice, "for what reason do you throw your magic at these soldiers?"

The troops parted letting the Prince walk through, in his hand he carried now his curved blade to his side, the tip pointed in the Fevari's direction. "To test what they are. To see how they react! What do you know of these.. Soldiers, tell me!"

The rest of the elven force dared not move, they had not been given order to, and the mages well they stood to the rear, still depleted of their magic from the incredible amount they had used against the stone army.

"I know who made them, and I know their purpose," The Grogar answered, "and I know why your magic was seemingly wasted."

Aonghas looked back to the army behind him, then to the stone army behind his own. "If you know their purpose, if you know so much about them, then tell us, that we might better see them properly used."

"I do not doubt they will do their purpose, but I do have doubts you will see to their purpose," The Grogar answered, "do you truly wish to know how to properly use such devices?"

"I would not ask if I did not wish to know... They are on our land, they are not of our make, it seems to be of the utmost importance that we learn of their design and reason."

"They are here to protect this land," The Grogar answered, "they will not harm you, not unless you harm them."

The Grogar paused a moment, "however, not all of them are ready to be used, those without faces still need sacrifices."

The Prince seemed confused for a moment, and chewed the inside of his lip before walking towards the Grogar, his sword still at the ready just in case. "Sacrifice. Do you mean we must kill our own people to prepare this army?"

As the Prince approached, he couldn't help but to notice the smell of wet soil coming from the Grogar. The metal clad Fervari shook his head, "it just requires death, it does not care where it is from. The death of an animal will not do, it requires that of a sentient... be it dryad, to elf or human. It does not care which, nor your relation to the dead, nor how they died."

creases came to the corners of the elf's lips as he frowned all the more. "I see. What are they here to protect the lands from? Why cannot we protect the lands ourselves?"

"You're inadequate," The Grogar answered, "it is too risky to allow you to fight what is to come as you are. These soldiers have been tailored over hundreds of years to fight the enemy, it makes their requirement worth the while."

"See it such as this," The Grogar explained, "either a few die to power this army, these armies, or all is lost."

" I see, how do you figure into all this? What is your purpose?" He looked to his soldiers, and took a deep breath. "What is coming for the stone army to fight?"

"An army of angels, born of the Lord Emperor and the Primordials," The Grogar growled, "and I figure I know what is best considering I have been spending the last three hundred years fighting them."

"I see, then.. I will speak with the Queen, I will ask for her aid in this endeavor... It would be helpful if you could meet with her as well."

"By all means," The Grogar agreed. A deep inhale skimmed under his helmet for a moment and then the Fervari let out a grainy and deep roar, "STAND AT THE READY!"

The Grogar coughed as the sound of stone grinding began to ring across the scene as the statues began to spring to life, "I will see your Queen, know me as Krag of Tarkima, Knight of the Silver Legion."

Legend of the Silver Legion Redux (Open)

Y'vraine

Queendom of Yvraine

Government

The Government of Y’vraine is a Monarchy ruled by a Line of Queens that goes as far back as anyone can remember. The Queen is always the oldest living female heir, the bloodline being enchanted so that only females are born of the Princesses of the bloodline. The current Queen’s rule ends when she dies, or decides to retire. The Princesses of each Queen choose from the Court of Princes, whom of which must be well Educated, and have a high Martial Prowess.

Geography

The map
1: Capital City Sgaoileadh This is the Capital city of the High Elves, a place of beauty, and wonder, and most of Magic. The city is powered by a pool enchanted for centuries by the magic of the High Elves of the Mage’s College, this powers the magical lights that float above the streets, and keep float towers that seem to never touch the ground and are only connected by bridges from other towers. The architecture is all elven made white stone emblazoned with silver and gold filigree. This is also the city where the Royal Family, and the Court of Princes resides, the Royal Palace being a huge domed castle glowing a bright green with purple torched lining it’s halls and pathways.

2. Fort Gu bràth The oldest fort in the High Elven Lands, it is fully staffed, complete with a pair of battle mage Sisters, who also happen to be the commanders of the fort.

3. Fort Abhainn, one of the forts in the nation that is a stopping point for all Prisoners of War, here they are questioned, and sorted before being moved to a prisoner district in one of the nearby cities, it is in this place that the High Elves make sure that no enemy leaders are hiding among the common soldiers.

4. A’seinn City, a city that is a regular for merchants of all races typically, considering it’s rather large silver trade due to a massive silver mine just outside the city. The Elves pride themselves on their mines, and keep them well safe guarded.

5.Fort Sanasachd, one of the High Elven forts lining the coast, they stand ever watchful and ever ready for any ships that might seek to raid High Elven Lands, sending patrols both east and west to ensure the sanctity of Elven lands.

6. Port Comais.

7. Glè mhath City

8. Fort Màthair

9. Port Muir

10. Sgoinneil City

11. Fort Cogadh

12. Port A'sgoltadh

13. Draoidheachd city

14. An uaine Fort

15. Port Biadh

16. Fort Clach

17. Port Claigeann

18. Cnàimh City

19. Teine City

20. Criochan City

21. Port Beul

22. Port Solas

Gate Fort
23. Deas Fort

24. Gate Fort Bas

25. Gate Fort Sealg

26. Gate Fort Dearg

27. Gate Fort Claidheamh

Culture

The High Elves nation of Y’vraine is a reclusive Ethnostate, though they are not violent recluses, they just prefer to have their privacy, and due to their rich bloodline, ancestry, and secrets they prefer to keep foreigners at arms length. However foreigners are allowed to visit as long as their visits are within the pre-determined areas for visitors to be at. They abhor slavery, and the oppression of any people or race in general, they are staunch defenders of those that are related to the magic that they use, or closely related to the planet and their ancestors.

In High Elven society individuals tend to look towards the prosperity of the nation as a whole rather than their own personal needs. This is expressed in their military which is purely volunteer, everyday life where goods are freely given to those in the nation in need, and even in creation of certain items for high tier military units. The high Elven people take pride in all they do, each creation perfected and intricately designed to be both beautiful and easily utilized, even the most simple of items and weapons. The High Elves are sure to put beauty into everything they make, even their food.

Military

The Y’vraine military is a professional one, only taking volunteers and then training them thoroughly in whatever form they excel at best.They prefer more traditional weaponry, utilizing shield walls supplemented with spears, long range bows using their excellent archery, and a series of specialized troops that while small in number are quite exception in battle. They also supplement their forces with the highly trained Battle Mages of the Mage’s college, who are capable of supporting their armed forces in ways few others could, from healing, to destructive magic.

Y’vraine White Spears: These spearmen and women are highly trained and create overlapping shield walls while using their spears to stab at the enemies they hold the line against.

Sky Archers: These Elves are the best marksmen in the country, their bows made from sung elven wood, beautifully curved, and long they fire arrows with shafts called “star cry” shafts due to the loud squealing sound they make as they go through the air.

Prince Guard: These are highly trained Elite Troops that were made to protect diplomats, Princes, important government buildings, and Mages. They are clad in strong well made armor and carry halberds.

The Lions of Y’vraine: These elves are elite soldiers of the Queendom, carrying two handed axes they can often be found on the front lines, or boarding enemy vessels, their weapons cleaving through enemy armor and bone alike as they fuel a bloodlust few other high elves can compare.

Mor Claids: The Mor Claids are two handed Sword Masters, they are the veterans of the High Elven army, supplementing other forces and fighting as shock troops where necessary, their two handed elven blades leaving devastation in their wake.

Rotaiche Each Geal:The Cavalry of Y’vraine, barded in silvery armor, ridden by armored riders decorated in silver, swords and lances at their sides as they charge into battle, their weapons glistening with light as they trample their foes into the dirt, or impale them.

Dorchadas A'coiseachd: Few other scouts are as quiet, and deadly as these, experts with daggers, masters with bows, they often travel into lands unharassed and at speeds which other full sized armies cannot, these warriors are made up of former hunters, and even some assassins.

Princess Guard: Female Veterans chosen to Protect the Royal Bloodline, they do little else, and are fewer in number than any other role in the military, they carry spears passed down through the generations, and wear armor made from the finest leather.

War Staves: The War Staves are the most Elite of all the soldiers in Y’vraine, they wear magically enchanted armor and carry magically enchanted weapons of varying sorts, their equipment is augmented so by the lives of Volunteers capable of using magic volunteering to be made into the weapons and armor by being thrown alive into the enormous smithy that would make th e equipment. These soldiers are few only numbering a few hundred in the entire Queendom.

War Mages: Magic users from the mages college that deal in destruction magic, healing, or battlefield enchanting.

Y’vraine Ship: These ships are intricately made, and durable made with only the finest Elven Sung wood, they can carry many troops, supplies, and are usually carrying mounted Singing Spear Launchers. These ships have a multitude of assets to them as to having to deal with raiding mer-folk they typically have defenses built into the hull such as two foot blades underneath, and nets that can be launched from the sides. They usually carry a compliment of archers wherever they go that use more streamlined arrows that carry more velocity when entering water.

Singing Spear Launcher These launchers are basically miniature ballista and perfectly capable of being manned by a single Elf. They carry up to 8 bolts that are easily reloaded by a hand crank. The Bolts are about six feet in length and fire at high velocities, these have been used against flying monsters, giants, sea monsters, manticores, and enemy soldiers alike, and has been quite successful against all.

Heroes

Superior Hero: Niul Sgaoileadh, is an old warrior and the best swordsmen in all of Y’vraine, none have beaten him in a duel yet, though he in times of peace will go out and travel the lands searching for an opponent that may beat him in combat.

Hero: Eibhlin Fearbeatha: Not known for her combat prowess, or powerful Destructrion magic Eibhlin is known for her abilities in healing, her capability to heal a hundred injured warriors at a time, and to even bring back those from the brink of death (not bringing back the dead).

Hero:Brigh Dealachadhlàmh: The Magitrix, she has become an expert in many areas of destruction magic, and isn’t a slouch with a sword, when she comes to a battlefield, the skies darken and lightning crisscrosses the sky. She also happens to be the head of the Mage’s College

Hero: Una Labhraicheteine: The Mistress of fire as many call her, she has become a Magister Lord of Flames, and many have said there is nothing more beautiful than watching her clear swaths of enemies with walls of fire.

History

Though Y’vraine has been a nation for quite some time, it has only began interacting with other nations in the last several hundred years, it’s borders had been closed shut tight, and it’s secrets and people kept safe deep inside. Though with the death of the late Queen’s mother the borders were more opened allowing trade, and foreigners in a sense that they were kept watch over. The only exception to this in the past being that of the Emerald Empire, who they feel a close kinship with.

During the War with the Spider Council, Y’vraine moved to support that which would become the Empire of Matathran, they supplied them with weapons, and armor, and magic users, as well as military advisors. Though this was pulled when Matathran chose to legalize slavery, the Advisors standing against such actions, but when all was said and done Y’vraine left them to their fate.

Within the past twenty years the Rulership of Y’vraine has changed once more, the Former Queen slain by an assassin while out in the woods, she was found with a dagger not of elven make through her heart floating in a small boat. Her daughter would rise up and take the throne, seeing that the outside world was coming to them, that Y’vraine would have to start interfering more with the outside world, and show themselves to be the power that they are.

Relations

Matathran: Rough relations, currently looking to meet them in battle over the Emerald Empire’s lands, and the use of slaves further infuriates that of Y’vraine.

Morkt: Terrible Relations, due to the people of Morkt’s raiding, and enslaving, and support of Matathran Y’vraine looks upon them as if they are vile creatures needing extermination.

Emerald Empire: Good, they are Military Allies, and share a lot of similar views, the Elves of Y’vraine consider these people their kin, and would do anything to help them.

Characters

Queen Meabh, the current ruler of Y’vraine only becoming Queen 10 years ago after the death of her mother. She is more open to interactions with other nations, and understands that things must be interfered in on their behalf.

Princess Aislinn: The Younger sister of the Queen, she often acts as an ambassador to other nations most specifically the Emerald Empire.

Princess Caitria The youngest sister of the Queen, she currently moves between the gates of the west ensuring that the boundaries are secure and the Soldiers stationed at the forts are happy. She would also deal with Empire to the west if it were to ever try and do and anything with them diplomatically.

Princess Brianne: The Youngest cousin of the queen, she oversees trade in the Queendom of Y’vraine ensuring all are fairly treated when it comes to the trade laws that currently are on the books for the nation

Prince Rian: Currently the Queen’s Prince Consort, and also Grand Marshal of the Y’vraine Queendom he is a veteran General, and experienced swordsmen as well as rider. He is currently looking into the events with the Emerald Empire and strategizing with how to deal with the situation.

Prince Aonghas: A member of the Prince’s Court, an da General of Y’vraine’s forces he serves under Prince Rian as a leader in the Army of the Queendom, only Rian being a better strategist than him, though Aonghas is a better swordsman.

Magitrix Marsaili A powerful Mage from the college, she is capable with both wind and water, and serves as an Admiral of the fleet when the Military’s ships go sailing forth.

Escape From Eden (High Casual)

@RumikoOhara could be possible for later but right now its pretty basic