Hey @Lyla, mind if I make a small elective city-state monarchy which works a commerce and trasportation hub? If so, do you want me to send it to you over PM or post it here?
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I'm back again after the holidays, I'm sorry to everyone that had to wait for me.
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Would anyone be up for a Steampunk Westeros RP after the events of the series are just another part of history?
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Great! I'll start working on my CS ASAP.
Is there still room for one more? Your world interests me as well as the modality of telling the story around you character.
@RubyOwl, yes.
@RubyOwl There is an overarching timeline and we are just before the present day in the RP. Basically the RP has the present day in the Conference of the White Tower itself, meaning that the nations we will be creating will be the ones present in the conference. You can create a history for your nation as far back as you wish to, but the idea is that the most well-rounded part of it would be the closest to the RP's present.
Now, the RP's present itself won't be here, meaning in this thread, as that is for part II, in which we will play the nations themselves and their interactions with one another. What might have confused you is part III, which would be the period equivalent to our history's WWI. There will be a moment, if the RP is successful enough, in which the nations will slowly drift towards conflict with one another, per the plot of the RP, and we will play the result of that too. That means that the "present date" (meaning starting point) of part II is before the "present date" (also meaning starting point) of part III.
As for what happens in this RP's equivalent of 2017, we might do an epilogue of it if we get that far.
About me having a nation: I will be taking place of the arbitraror in the RP, which can mean me indeed having a nation whose diplomats are being the neutral party who "authorizes" the final results of the negotiations, which in practice would be very subordinated to what the players can say. If I do have a nation and not an international comittee of neutrals who definitively won't participate, then you can threaten my nation, try to bribe me and other under-the-table practices.
If I play a nation, and this will only be in the case of very few players, then I most likely won't be participating in the war in part III. Take Switzerland as an example, you technically could invade me, but I won't give you any reason to, diplomatic or strategic.
As for creating nations, if the RP gets stuck in this phase, then I'll help by creating some nations to have some available for players. They likely won't be very detailed to give each player a chance to customize them.
Hopefully that has answered your questions.
Now, the RP's present itself won't be here, meaning in this thread, as that is for part II, in which we will play the nations themselves and their interactions with one another. What might have confused you is part III, which would be the period equivalent to our history's WWI. There will be a moment, if the RP is successful enough, in which the nations will slowly drift towards conflict with one another, per the plot of the RP, and we will play the result of that too. That means that the "present date" (meaning starting point) of part II is before the "present date" (also meaning starting point) of part III.
As for what happens in this RP's equivalent of 2017, we might do an epilogue of it if we get that far.
About me having a nation: I will be taking place of the arbitraror in the RP, which can mean me indeed having a nation whose diplomats are being the neutral party who "authorizes" the final results of the negotiations, which in practice would be very subordinated to what the players can say. If I do have a nation and not an international comittee of neutrals who definitively won't participate, then you can threaten my nation, try to bribe me and other under-the-table practices.
If I play a nation, and this will only be in the case of very few players, then I most likely won't be participating in the war in part III. Take Switzerland as an example, you technically could invade me, but I won't give you any reason to, diplomatic or strategic.
As for creating nations, if the RP gets stuck in this phase, then I'll help by creating some nations to have some available for players. They likely won't be very detailed to give each player a chance to customize them.
Hopefully that has answered your questions.
Conference of the White Tower
Part I
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The Industrial Age after magic
Dignitaries, I welcome thee to the White Tower, a place of once great antediluvian magic and a neutral ground for thy.
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I welcome you all to this little experiment. This is an RP that will consist in three parts:
I.- The Colonial Powers and their histories:
This is the first phase of the RP. In it, we create what will be the colonial powers of the world during the equivalent of this world to the period of European history that goes from the end of the Napoleonic Wars to the First World War. This phase is entirely OOC and purely of worldbuilding.II.- The Colonies and the Conference of the White Tower:
This is the equivalent of the Berlin Conference of our world. This time the advanced nations decide to divide a world (that we created) that once had magic in it, and with it, magical races and the supernatural, the twist? Magic itself has been decaying for a long while and now magic is mostly dead in the world. The Gods have turned their backs on the people and the power to influence the world with will and a staff has been replaced with steel and cogs.III.- The Conflicts of the Great Powers:
This is the time of nationalism and imperialism for the Great powers, now that the world has been split into colonies, they have been turning their eyes to each other. It’s time for conflict, will it be a swift victory, a bloody stalemate, an empire that rises and falls, maybe nothing conclusive and the Powers lick their wounds for the next conflict, let’s see how the world develops!Rules for part I:
- Respect and politeness before everything.
- Discussions are to be held here, not arguments. Defer to be for anything that can fall in the second category.
- We are only going for an OOC in this thread and it will be only around world/state/nation-building.
- No parodies of RL nations. You can draw as much inspiration as you desire from RL, but we will not be having the Hungarian-Austrian Empire, the Caliphate of Eurabia or ‘Murica.
- Build together, for example, if you see a religion in a nation that is next to yours, it is likely that it is present in yours too. Collaborate.
- Have fun, this is a place to unleash our creativity.
The World in part I:
- Mankind and industry dominate the landscape of the continent we are setting our nations in. That isn’t to say that there aren’t pockets of magical creatures or even the most human-like acting as minorities for the human nations, but they aren’t the driving force by any means.
- Magic’s decline has hit an all-time low, magic is practically non-existent on the world for creating new supernatural acts and each year, fewer and fewer are the places where magic still works and maintains its influence on what it has already created. In general, the only magical things still going around are the magical races, whose inner magic keeps them alive and well despite all, when sometimes physics and biology can’t.
- Mankind possesses a mostly superior attitude towards the magical races, as a model to the racism the Europeans had at the time towards the rest of the world.
- Industry can move mountains, we are in the point in history where mankind viewed their future the brightest and progress as a thing of the daily lives of everyone. Despite the fact that there are little to none workers’ rights, or maybe because of it, it is the time of the industrial revolution and the powerful fight to reap the fruits of the labour of iron and human cogs.
- The more worldbuilding you can create, the better. It does matter if you add things that might seem inconsequential in relation to the main aspects such military of governance. For example, how appreciated worldwide are the luxury goods that your nation produces? Is your wine the best in the world? A drink for the masses? What else can you get at a pub to drink and who would most likely drink what?
Now, for the part you’ve all been waiting for: creation of States.
Estate Template
General Information
Official Name: It can accompanied by flags, shields, emblems or whatever symbols you like.
Common Name(s):
Demonyms:
Type of Government:
Head of State:
Head of the Government: It can be combined with the category above if they are one and the same by law.
Population: Numbers and percentages if possible. Remember that the majority must always be human.
Languages: Official and not.
Religions:
Map:
Government Information
Type of Government: This time it is time to explain it in detail. You can be by name something and in practice something completely different.
Capital: If it exists, if there is one or several. Name, population, how industrialized it is. What is life like in the city?
Head of State:
Head of the Government: In both categories is now time to describe the ruler him/herself, what is the ruler like? His or her policies? Does he or she belong to a political party and how does it affect him or her?
Political parties:
Political movements: What doesn’t fit into political parties such as terrorist groups, separatist without representation, student and labour movements, etc.
Powerful individuals: Who are the ones that guide the political orchestra? And outside of politics?
Stability/Legitimacy of the Government: How young or old is the system of governance? Is it ingrained in the minds of people? Is it legitimate by their standards?
Demographics Information
Population number:
Main ethnic groups:
Main religious Groups:
Historical Information
History:
International Relations:
Economical Information
Industry in General: Is it concentrated or dispersed? Is it incipient or part of the essence of the nation? Is it controlled by the invisible hand or state-planned? Etc.
Transport:
Armament:
Main common goods:
Main rare goods:
Main luxury goods:
State of economic innovation:
State of science, research and development:
Military Information
Military size: Both standing army and reserves. No need to go into detail about what it is composed of.
Type of army: Conscripted, if so, what type of conscription? Voluntary?
Speed of concentration, mobilization and deployment:
Technology:
Navy size:
Type of navy:
Reach:
Technology:
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I'm interested, I think I've RPed with you before at least once by the way.
So the entire bar is now getting gassed?
More like covered in overpowered itching powder.
Naarrah was having an interesting night up to that point, she was seated on the highest level of Dragan’s Drought, one of the platforms suspended above ground level and in this case, above other platforms, together with a married couple of vulpine Ukanuqs, slowly going through a very strong greenish-bluish liquor they tenderly called a Jotun’s End. She had drunk more than the two vulpines combined and she was feeling just a little bit disoriented just now, not that her table partners needed to know that alcohol almost didn’t affect her unless in quantities that were enough to bring several Jotuns down, something that she had already ingested.
Naarrah’s partners were getting very affectionate in front of her and had invited her to participate since they got together in the middle of the afternoon, without any kind of subtlety… Except maybe that the hands that were on each of the Shiriah’s thighs hadn’t gone any further up. Whatever they might offer her, there was little chance of her joining them tonight. Or ever. She knew perfectly what she was and that that was the real reason she was deciding to try and get herself drunk, regardless of the front she had put up that she was trying to demolish the vulpines in a drinking contest. But the Ukanuqs lived, somewhat, to their archetype as cunning and soon had realized this.
“Naarrah, what’s wrong?” Decided to ask Aurkes after exchanging a look with his wife. The Shiriah didn’t answer beyond a surprised look at them which, with the speed it was reversed, immediately indicated it was involuntary. Aurkes then whispered in the closest of the large ears of Oapau, his wife, and after a conversation just by looks alone, the pair of vulpines decided on another course of action. No salaciousness involved this time.
Oapau gently used the hand she had on the thigh of the feline and laid on the side of her face, forcing Naarrah to look at them. “You aren’t comfortable with yourself, aren’t you? Something the matter?” Ever sharp, even when more than half drunk, though back the feline. “And before you hide yourself, we know, we can see it’s not us who are bothering you.” Complemented Aurkes.
“Damn you, pair of lusty foxes.” Naarrah finally answered with a smile that she wasn’t sure had reached her eyes, and took the tankard, more like a jar, and started drinking it at a much less sedate pace.
“What do you know about the Shiriah? -Before you say anything - Please consider all the people I have told you about in the time we have known each other.” This stopped the first reply of Oapau, but not the one of Aurkes.
“They were a matriarchal society. Wait no…” The vulpine let the statement hang in the air before his wife completed it.
“They were all female.”
“Exactly love, but that isn’t very likely. And it grants no reason for you to be uncomfortable, Naarrah.”
Aurkes seemed to want to complete the statement with a response, but his wife beat him to it.
“Of course, you aren’t only female, right?” The Shiriah nodded while looking at the lower levels, suddenly the other tables beneath them seemed very interesting. Another conversation between the couple with only their eyes.
“Oh, we are truly sorry, Naarrah, we didn’t mean to upset you by invading something that could have been – Must have been – so painful in the past.” They could have told her they didn’t mind, and they didn’t, not at all; quite the contrary, but that wouldn’t have accomplished much and the three of them knew it.
“But I know how to lift your spirits up, don’t we Oapau?” Their sights crossed once more.
“Yes, let’s get you your favourite dish.”
“That’s not –” But she was interrupted by Aurkes before she could continue.
“Shush, we are going to pamper you little before you go out running to your destiny or whatever ridiculous heroic quest you are getting your tail into.”
So that is how an entire Sunberry pie arrived at the table while the three were heedless of the tavern brawl going on on ground level. It was a too large to be a proper pie though, it looked closer to a cake and it had several floors painted with mashed berries in tones of light blue and soft yellow. In total, it might have been around a forearm in height and an arm in diameter. On its sides, there were entire berries of different types, all competing for looking the most delicious and how full they could be with sweet juices without rupturing in an explosion of vibrant colours. On top lied a collection of fruits and other sweets large enough to be a desert for half a dozen people.
It was obscene, it was excessive, but most of all, it was delicious just to the sight alone and the smell was driving the Shiriah insane as a group of golems laid it on the table.
“See? You didn’t need to protest.” Added a smiling Oapau.
“Now go ahead, eat as much as you want… Or can. Actually, whatever of the two includes a larger piece of the dessert.” And Naarrah didn’t need to be told twice as she picked up a fork and skewed a group of Sunberries over which she could recognize at least five sweet dressings together with several creams. All of if washing over her nose, all to be enjoyed in unrepentant gluttony… Until something crashed on the bottom of the platform with enough force to knock down the table, and with it the dessert, over the side and towards the lower levels where it was destroyed by the force of gravity.
For a pair of seconds that seemingly stretched endlessly, the Shiriah didn’t move or breathe, just blinked owlishly. Then, in a flash of movement impossible for a human, the Ukanuq opened her greatcoat and took out a small and very ornamented metallic box the size of two thumbnails across and five of length from the inside of one of many larger boxes at one of her belts.
“Naarrah, don’t!” Hurried to say both foxes.
“Don’t worry, this time it isn’t lethal… Nor crippling.” Said the Ukanuq with a half-smile that this she was completely sure this time had reached her eyes, before taking out what seemed like a giant pepper seed, black, rugged and round; spitting into it and letting a short bolt of electricity run from the tip of her fingers to the ball in one swift and continuous movement. Then she launched it downwards with surgical precision before either of the foxes had time to catch her.
The ball crashed into ground, wet with the mortal remains of her cake and exploded into a shower of small pieces, like an egg detonating from the inside out before it all instantaneously dissolved into gas. Aurkes and Oapau were now each clutching firmly an arm of the feline before she could do more damage.
“What did you do?” Asked the alarmed vixen.
“If they don’t scratch their own skin out by the end of the night, and whatever skin of their inside they can reach, they’ll be having a terrible indigestion.” Answered the feline, almost unable to contain her laughter.
“Why did you do that?” Aurkes made his own obvious contribution.
“You think it excessive? Right now we have to go before it catches us too, that gas bomb has a reach of four hundred arms in length at most. This whole building will be consumed, but it is very slow, it won’t reach the ground level immediately. We can escape before they realize it was us or even what is happening.”
“Four hundred arms? Are you insane?” Chastised the vixen.
“Let’s just go Oapau.” Retorted her husband as he saw the black cloud expanding closer and closer to them.
And thus, merriment continued, most not paying attention to the gas until it was too late.
Naarrah’s partners were getting very affectionate in front of her and had invited her to participate since they got together in the middle of the afternoon, without any kind of subtlety… Except maybe that the hands that were on each of the Shiriah’s thighs hadn’t gone any further up. Whatever they might offer her, there was little chance of her joining them tonight. Or ever. She knew perfectly what she was and that that was the real reason she was deciding to try and get herself drunk, regardless of the front she had put up that she was trying to demolish the vulpines in a drinking contest. But the Ukanuqs lived, somewhat, to their archetype as cunning and soon had realized this.
“Naarrah, what’s wrong?” Decided to ask Aurkes after exchanging a look with his wife. The Shiriah didn’t answer beyond a surprised look at them which, with the speed it was reversed, immediately indicated it was involuntary. Aurkes then whispered in the closest of the large ears of Oapau, his wife, and after a conversation just by looks alone, the pair of vulpines decided on another course of action. No salaciousness involved this time.
Oapau gently used the hand she had on the thigh of the feline and laid on the side of her face, forcing Naarrah to look at them. “You aren’t comfortable with yourself, aren’t you? Something the matter?” Ever sharp, even when more than half drunk, though back the feline. “And before you hide yourself, we know, we can see it’s not us who are bothering you.” Complemented Aurkes.
“Damn you, pair of lusty foxes.” Naarrah finally answered with a smile that she wasn’t sure had reached her eyes, and took the tankard, more like a jar, and started drinking it at a much less sedate pace.
“What do you know about the Shiriah? -Before you say anything - Please consider all the people I have told you about in the time we have known each other.” This stopped the first reply of Oapau, but not the one of Aurkes.
“They were a matriarchal society. Wait no…” The vulpine let the statement hang in the air before his wife completed it.
“They were all female.”
“Exactly love, but that isn’t very likely. And it grants no reason for you to be uncomfortable, Naarrah.”
Aurkes seemed to want to complete the statement with a response, but his wife beat him to it.
“Of course, you aren’t only female, right?” The Shiriah nodded while looking at the lower levels, suddenly the other tables beneath them seemed very interesting. Another conversation between the couple with only their eyes.
“Oh, we are truly sorry, Naarrah, we didn’t mean to upset you by invading something that could have been – Must have been – so painful in the past.” They could have told her they didn’t mind, and they didn’t, not at all; quite the contrary, but that wouldn’t have accomplished much and the three of them knew it.
“But I know how to lift your spirits up, don’t we Oapau?” Their sights crossed once more.
“Yes, let’s get you your favourite dish.”
“That’s not –” But she was interrupted by Aurkes before she could continue.
“Shush, we are going to pamper you little before you go out running to your destiny or whatever ridiculous heroic quest you are getting your tail into.”
So that is how an entire Sunberry pie arrived at the table while the three were heedless of the tavern brawl going on on ground level. It was a too large to be a proper pie though, it looked closer to a cake and it had several floors painted with mashed berries in tones of light blue and soft yellow. In total, it might have been around a forearm in height and an arm in diameter. On its sides, there were entire berries of different types, all competing for looking the most delicious and how full they could be with sweet juices without rupturing in an explosion of vibrant colours. On top lied a collection of fruits and other sweets large enough to be a desert for half a dozen people.
It was obscene, it was excessive, but most of all, it was delicious just to the sight alone and the smell was driving the Shiriah insane as a group of golems laid it on the table.
“See? You didn’t need to protest.” Added a smiling Oapau.
“Now go ahead, eat as much as you want… Or can. Actually, whatever of the two includes a larger piece of the dessert.” And Naarrah didn’t need to be told twice as she picked up a fork and skewed a group of Sunberries over which she could recognize at least five sweet dressings together with several creams. All of if washing over her nose, all to be enjoyed in unrepentant gluttony… Until something crashed on the bottom of the platform with enough force to knock down the table, and with it the dessert, over the side and towards the lower levels where it was destroyed by the force of gravity.
For a pair of seconds that seemingly stretched endlessly, the Shiriah didn’t move or breathe, just blinked owlishly. Then, in a flash of movement impossible for a human, the Ukanuq opened her greatcoat and took out a small and very ornamented metallic box the size of two thumbnails across and five of length from the inside of one of many larger boxes at one of her belts.
“Naarrah, don’t!” Hurried to say both foxes.
“Don’t worry, this time it isn’t lethal… Nor crippling.” Said the Ukanuq with a half-smile that this she was completely sure this time had reached her eyes, before taking out what seemed like a giant pepper seed, black, rugged and round; spitting into it and letting a short bolt of electricity run from the tip of her fingers to the ball in one swift and continuous movement. Then she launched it downwards with surgical precision before either of the foxes had time to catch her.
The ball crashed into ground, wet with the mortal remains of her cake and exploded into a shower of small pieces, like an egg detonating from the inside out before it all instantaneously dissolved into gas. Aurkes and Oapau were now each clutching firmly an arm of the feline before she could do more damage.
“What did you do?” Asked the alarmed vixen.
“If they don’t scratch their own skin out by the end of the night, and whatever skin of their inside they can reach, they’ll be having a terrible indigestion.” Answered the feline, almost unable to contain her laughter.
“Why did you do that?” Aurkes made his own obvious contribution.
“You think it excessive? Right now we have to go before it catches us too, that gas bomb has a reach of four hundred arms in length at most. This whole building will be consumed, but it is very slow, it won’t reach the ground level immediately. We can escape before they realize it was us or even what is happening.”
“Four hundred arms? Are you insane?” Chastised the vixen.
“Let’s just go Oapau.” Retorted her husband as he saw the black cloud expanding closer and closer to them.
And thus, merriment continued, most not paying attention to the gas until it was too late.
@Dogematix, it works perfectly for me.
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