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I'll enclose a little bit of backstory below, but if you don't really care to read it, I'll sum up the present plot in a few lines after the hider. More history will likely be provided in the actual Spamfic, as this might be a little muddy in its current form.

The actual story thread is now here.

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Two hundred years ago, the two dominant kingdoms on the island of Alspmar became embroiled in a bloody conflict that would last nearly a century. Börsegeld, in the north, had grown tired of Ensis's constant border threats and imposed a trade embargo, effectively denying the south access to their rich farms and bustling trade ports. At this, the entire continent bristled and the Kyrien River that formed the border between the two mighty empires soon ran red with gore. The narrow, rocky expanses that once housed trade became choked up with men at arms and caravans of spies. The warrior kings of Ensis gained the upper hand once they seized the fertile plains around the shores of the Petol lake after decades of stalemate, and Börsegeld soon relented once its major harbors were burned to the ground. While onlookers could never see a different outcome in a power struggle between skilled commanders and pompous, worldly aristocrats, those in power knew that a victory from any means besides total annihilation of one side or the other would inevitably result in yet another conflict in the years to come. The reigning monarch of loosely-structured Ensis carved out the majority of the farmland from Börsegeld and from Ensis and created a separate kingdom along the other side of the profitable gulf that Börsegeld once monopolized. Naming this small tract of land after her father, Tilrive, Queen Tamsin ruled for fifty long years, ensuring that the prosperous new kingdom acted as a mediator by regulating trade, offering themselves out as ambassadors to the tense meetings between the bilstering rivals, and by enforcing borders with those knights still loyal to Tamsin.

After Tamsin ruled similar peaceful monarchs, those content with tempering the harsh history between the diametrically opposed lands that spread out on either side of them. Tilrive was never seen as a threat, but it was never a kingdom to be ignored, not with its resources and intimate knowledge of both Ensis and Börsegeld. As a new ruler ascends to the throne, all citizens of Alspmar sit in anxious anticipation, as there have been rumors that another war could be just waiting to unfurl. Both Börsegeld and Ensis distrust each other immensely, but they share a common interest in Tilrive's land and keep an ear to the ground for signs that the newest ruler might be one to rouse an army or attempt to dominate the continent with its strategic minds and location, as any reason to launch an offensive while Börsegeld's coffers are full and Ensis's warriors are restless would unite the two great powers unlike any cause in thousands of years.

Meanwhile, as old wounds started to heal on Alspmar and it seemed that old enemies might even join together to abolish a symbol of their sullied past, a curious band of foreigners docked on the coast of Ensis and start a settlement of sorts on the southwest peninsula. Claiming to be friars, but armed to the teeth like knights, Le Pauvroi were a group of well-kempt men who aspired to be nobles and spouted nonsense about such concepts as "chivalry", "fraternity", and "equality". They proved themselves to be worthy fighters by clearing out and defending the expanse of land they decided to call home, uprooting a fairly old clan and claiming their towers to be theirs. They now amble around all three kingdoms, recruiting talented bladesmen to join their quest to search for fae relics and spread the teachings of their sovereign lord. Their presence is met with suspicion from those deeply ensworn to the old gods, and with annoyance by those who believe that war and manners have no place being taught in the same hall.

Our story begins on the brink of war, with two ancient kingdoms, one ruled by ambassadors, merchants, and coin (Börsegeld) and the other held together by military heroes and powerful clan leaders (Ensis), willing to put aside the bloodiest conflict that they had ever seen in order to conquer the small, crafty, and fairly unpredictable new kingdom of Tilrive. While Tilrive has been quiet and beneficent in the past, a peacekeeper of sorts, it was built out of valuable pieces of both kingdoms and a sudden change in leadership has sent the entire island into a panic, as nobody knows what this new king will do with the bountiful resources and valuable knowledge stored within the tiny kingdom. To make matters worse, a group of deeply spiritual, socially-learned, and swashbuckling knights has made a corner of Ensis their new home and is doing nothing to ease the tensions felt among the three major powers. These friar-knights, called Le Pauvroi, seek fae artifacts, and will roam the lands on a quest that may well become the impetus to a conflict that will hold no clear victor among these deeply entangled lands.

And Map [+]

So, if you have any interest in this endeavor (it might be funny, it will definitely have lots of stuff going on, it will result in battles!), feel free to fill out this brief sheet so that I can insert you into this tale. Or just say something vague that suggests your interest and I'll be all over that.

Name: If you want to give yourself a title, feel free. I'll see if I can make it stick.
Affiliation: Do you want to be loyal to Börsegeld, Ensis, or Tilrive? Or perhaps you'd rather be a roving knight? It's your choice.
Special Trait: If you really want me to know that your character is incredibly amazing at something, I can probably fit it in. Or a historical detail, a nervous tic, anything, really. Just something that'll make your character unique that you want total control over.
Names of Towns: I don't want to name a bunch of towns on my own, thanks. These will be used.
Prose/Verse: Totally optional. I want to know if anyone would be down with me writing this in rime royale (a-b-a-b-b-c-c rhyme scheme), bob and wheel stanzas (long stanzas with a short, rhyming ending to each one, much harder to note on paper without an example) or ballade format or if you just want me to write the damn thing as prose.

Kaga said
Recently, Henry's been complaining about insomnia. I told her that she probably can't sleep because she drinks soda at 11:30 at night right before she goes to bed, and that maybe she should try water, since it seems like soda is the only thing she ever drinks anyway.Apparently, she is strongly against the idea of drinking water, claiming that "old people drink water!" and also that we bathe in it. Basically, as she puts it, "water is groooooooss!!"

I had an acquaintance like that, once. Have you suggested flavored water or adding Mio or Crystal Light or something to water? There are sugar and caffeine-free varieties if you are truly concerned about leading her away from after-dinner soda.

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