I wouldn't mind having a go. This is my first time doing a nation RP on this site so please be gentle! (if I'm accepted of course)
Btw, is this set in the real world? Because, if so, I'd love to be the British (seeing as I am, in fact, British myself). I saw the old one wasn't.
If I may say so, the map might look better with mountains/forests etc instead of coloured splodges. Just a suggestion.
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Narnia
Ruler: Lord Peridan
Capital City: Cair Paravel
Other settlements of note: Beaversdam, Beruna, Dancing Lawn (Fauns/Dryads)
Empire: Seven Isles, Terebinthia, Lone Islands
Armed forces: Predominately land army. A fairly small navy, but enough to resist even Calormene invasion at sea for some time. Has an air force, composed of Talking Birds and other flying creatures (e.g. Gryphons) Currently effective, but reduced in power due to disorganisation in the chain of command.
Races: Humans, Talking Beasts, Naiads, Dryads, Dwarfs, Fauns/Satyrs, Centaurs, Good Giants (few), various other mythical creatures.
Allies: Archenland, Galma, Narnian Empire
Description: Narnia is currently in a state of near anarchy due to the disappearance of the Pevensies. Lord Peridan, though in power, still faces counter-claims for the throne from numerous parties, including abroad. He is of Frank's (first King of Narnia) line, but lived in Archenland for much of his life.
Archenland
Ruler: King Lune
Capital City: Anvard
Other settlements of note: Unknown
Empire: None
Armed forces: Predominately land army. Very small navy. Both active, and prepared to defend themselves.
Races: Humans, Talking Beasts (few)
Allies: Narnia, Galma, Narnian Empire
Description: Archenland has ever been the ally of Narnia, due to the fact that both nations' monarchs are descended from the same line (Frank). Archenland is technically a part of the Narnian Empire, but the former has virtually no authority over the country. The Archenlanders watch the situation in Narnia with interest, for if anything were to happen to the Lord Peridan, Prince Corin would likely be next in line for the Narnian throne.
Galma
Ruler: Duke Winfreg (non-canon)
Capital City: Galmea (non-canon)
Other settlements of note: Unknown
Empire: None, linked with Terebinthia
Armed forces: Predominately navy. As a small, island nation, Galma keeps its navy strong to fend off pirates and other invaders. It could also, however, be used in offence...
Races: Humans
Allies: Narnia, Archenland, Narnian Empire
Description: Galma is a small, sovereign Duchy under the authority of the Narnian Empire. Its Duke, Winfreg, has taken the opportunity to seize independence for Galma, and now commands its forces with the power of a monarch. The nation has remained largely unaffected by the Pevensie disappearance, and means to continue to govern itself without the over-lordship of any other nation.
The rest of the nations will be done if anyone is interested.
Narnia
Ruler: Lord Peridan
Capital City: Cair Paravel
Other settlements of note: Beaversdam, Beruna, Dancing Lawn (Fauns/Dryads)
Empire: Seven Isles, Terebinthia, Lone Islands
Armed forces: Predominately land army. A fairly small navy, but enough to resist even Calormene invasion at sea for some time. Has an air force, composed of Talking Birds and other flying creatures (e.g. Gryphons) Currently effective, but reduced in power due to disorganisation in the chain of command.
Races: Humans, Talking Beasts, Naiads, Dryads, Dwarfs, Fauns/Satyrs, Centaurs, Good Giants (few), various other mythical creatures.
Allies: Archenland, Galma, Narnian Empire
Description: Narnia is currently in a state of near anarchy due to the disappearance of the Pevensies. Lord Peridan, though in power, still faces counter-claims for the throne from numerous parties, including abroad. He is of Frank's (first King of Narnia) line, but lived in Archenland for much of his life.
Archenland
Ruler: King Lune
Capital City: Anvard
Other settlements of note: Unknown
Empire: None
Armed forces: Predominately land army. Very small navy. Both active, and prepared to defend themselves.
Races: Humans, Talking Beasts (few)
Allies: Narnia, Galma, Narnian Empire
Description: Archenland has ever been the ally of Narnia, due to the fact that both nations' monarchs are descended from the same line (Frank). Archenland is technically a part of the Narnian Empire, but the former has virtually no authority over the country. The Archenlanders watch the situation in Narnia with interest, for if anything were to happen to the Lord Peridan, Prince Corin would likely be next in line for the Narnian throne.
Galma
Ruler: Duke Winfreg (non-canon)
Capital City: Galmea (non-canon)
Other settlements of note: Unknown
Empire: None, linked with Terebinthia
Armed forces: Predominately navy. As a small, island nation, Galma keeps its navy strong to fend off pirates and other invaders. It could also, however, be used in offence...
Races: Humans
Allies: Narnia, Archenland, Narnian Empire
Description: Galma is a small, sovereign Duchy under the authority of the Narnian Empire. Its Duke, Winfreg, has taken the opportunity to seize independence for Galma, and now commands its forces with the power of a monarch. The nation has remained largely unaffected by the Pevensie disappearance, and means to continue to govern itself without the over-lordship of any other nation.
The rest of the nations will be done if anyone is interested.
It is the end of the Golden Age in Narnia, when the High King Peter ruled Narnia and its Empire with his three siblings under him, King Edmund, Queen Susan and Queen Lucy. But the Pevensies have gone missing while hunting the White Stag, a mystical beast that can grant wishes. All Narnia is in uproar, rebellion and strife ravish the land. The Lord Peridan has inherited the throne as the lost monarchs' most trusted advisor. But other powers in the world, the other nations, have noticed the power vacuum and desire to take Narnia for their own.
In this RP, each RPer would command the forces of each nation in the Narnian world. The storyline follows on from that of the book, though it's fine if anyone uses images from the film in posts. The nations outlined in Teal, Purple and Sickly green are to provide more space if a great number of people wish to join.
The Narnian Dark Age is the time period between the book The Horse and his Boy and the Telmarine conquest, which occurs roughly two centuries before Prince Caspian. C.S. Lewis left this period unexplained and obscure, particularly in its early stages. Therefore, I deemed it an appropriate era in which to hold a nation-based RP.
In this RP, each RPer would command the forces of each nation in the Narnian world. The storyline follows on from that of the book, though it's fine if anyone uses images from the film in posts. The nations outlined in Teal, Purple and Sickly green are to provide more space if a great number of people wish to join.
The Narnian Dark Age is the time period between the book The Horse and his Boy and the Telmarine conquest, which occurs roughly two centuries before Prince Caspian. C.S. Lewis left this period unexplained and obscure, particularly in its early stages. Therefore, I deemed it an appropriate era in which to hold a nation-based RP.
So, are we going to have the whole 'Council' thing soon?
Pallando gripped the eagle tighter, straining to catch a glimpse of Rivendell. Although Elrond had departed, it was still a place of merrymaking and peace, if less so than it had been.
"There!" he shouted above the wind. The bird dived towards the valley, folding his wings. Within seconds, they were circling the pinnacle of the main hall. The whole place gleamed in the sunlight, and rainbows danced unceasingly on the water below. There was a fresh, clean fragrance in the air.
Gesturing towards the gates (for it was the only place large enough for the eagle to land safely), he simultaneously raised his staff into the air. A flash of blue light burst from its tip, as a greeting to the group of people he could see on the ground. He could feel the aura of at least one of those in the group - Maiar. This must be the offspring of his fellow Istari, Gandalf. Although Pallando knew of him, they had never met in person.
The eagle landed, bowing low to allow the wizard to slip off. He did so, and the bird beat its wings once and soared into the air. Never had Manwe displayed such skill than in the creation of those noble beasts.
He turned to the group. "Greetings, friends. I am Romestamo, who one of you may know as Pallando. I bring tidings from the East."
"There!" he shouted above the wind. The bird dived towards the valley, folding his wings. Within seconds, they were circling the pinnacle of the main hall. The whole place gleamed in the sunlight, and rainbows danced unceasingly on the water below. There was a fresh, clean fragrance in the air.
Gesturing towards the gates (for it was the only place large enough for the eagle to land safely), he simultaneously raised his staff into the air. A flash of blue light burst from its tip, as a greeting to the group of people he could see on the ground. He could feel the aura of at least one of those in the group - Maiar. This must be the offspring of his fellow Istari, Gandalf. Although Pallando knew of him, they had never met in person.
The eagle landed, bowing low to allow the wizard to slip off. He did so, and the bird beat its wings once and soared into the air. Never had Manwe displayed such skill than in the creation of those noble beasts.
He turned to the group. "Greetings, friends. I am Romestamo, who one of you may know as Pallando. I bring tidings from the East."
Pallando dismounted from Erurainon. Evening was drawing closer, but that was not the only reason. He had reached his goal, albeit one he had not originally planned on. The Peak of Rhun, a rock formation similar to the Carrock of the Beornings, loomed above him like a great tree. Weaving its way up the sheer, smooth side of the structure was a narrow, dangerous staircase.
Tying his steed to a nearby sapling, the wizard firmly planted his stave into the slippery moss of the lowest step, and heaved his way up. This he repeated, for a long while, until he reached a small enclave in the wall, purposefully designed to accommodate weary climbers. There he rested for some time, until the rim of the Sun was just touching the horizon. Then, sighing with age, he resumed his slow climb.
The moon had long since risen when he finally reached the summit. Resting again for a while, he finally sat down onto the ground and cast aside his blue cloak, so that is rested on his shoulders. Then, slipping his hands into a pouch in his tunic, he fumbled with something that seemed large and heavy. Finally, he withdrew it, revealing a perfect, dark orb. It seemed only dark green at first, but as Pallando gazed into the sphere, a change came over it. A bright light shone in its heart, and it cast long shadows behind the wizard. Images and visions passed across the glaze - for this was his secret, the Palantir of Osgiliath, thought lost long ago.
The Order of Istari had given it too him. Or maybe, not all. For although Alatar, Olorin and Aiwendil had offered it up to him, Curumo had wished to withhold it for himself. It was not until much later that the blue wizard had looked into the seeing-stone, and beheld the former leader of the White Council revealed as a spy and a traitor. The name of Pallando was not wrong-given, for he had the strength of will to see what he needed to see, and not be deceived. This Curumo did not, nay, had not had.
Exerting his will upon the Stone, he turned its gaze westward, towards the mountains. A vision flickered across his eyes, a tall eyrie, with great eagles upon its peak. His thought he bent thither, calling their names. He stood upright, a silhouette against the stars. A sudden splendour flashed from his staff like lightning, and its radiance could be seen from the northern marches of Ithilien.
At once an eagle swooped down upon him, and clutching him in his talons, bore him away towards the White City of Minas Tirith. A second bird followed, carrying the rope which had secured Erurainon to the rock. For now the horse was free for a time, but followed swiftly in his master's wake. His was a bond that could not be easily broken, and Pallando sent another two eagles to defend him on his journey.
Tying his steed to a nearby sapling, the wizard firmly planted his stave into the slippery moss of the lowest step, and heaved his way up. This he repeated, for a long while, until he reached a small enclave in the wall, purposefully designed to accommodate weary climbers. There he rested for some time, until the rim of the Sun was just touching the horizon. Then, sighing with age, he resumed his slow climb.
The moon had long since risen when he finally reached the summit. Resting again for a while, he finally sat down onto the ground and cast aside his blue cloak, so that is rested on his shoulders. Then, slipping his hands into a pouch in his tunic, he fumbled with something that seemed large and heavy. Finally, he withdrew it, revealing a perfect, dark orb. It seemed only dark green at first, but as Pallando gazed into the sphere, a change came over it. A bright light shone in its heart, and it cast long shadows behind the wizard. Images and visions passed across the glaze - for this was his secret, the Palantir of Osgiliath, thought lost long ago.
The Order of Istari had given it too him. Or maybe, not all. For although Alatar, Olorin and Aiwendil had offered it up to him, Curumo had wished to withhold it for himself. It was not until much later that the blue wizard had looked into the seeing-stone, and beheld the former leader of the White Council revealed as a spy and a traitor. The name of Pallando was not wrong-given, for he had the strength of will to see what he needed to see, and not be deceived. This Curumo did not, nay, had not had.
Exerting his will upon the Stone, he turned its gaze westward, towards the mountains. A vision flickered across his eyes, a tall eyrie, with great eagles upon its peak. His thought he bent thither, calling their names. He stood upright, a silhouette against the stars. A sudden splendour flashed from his staff like lightning, and its radiance could be seen from the northern marches of Ithilien.
At once an eagle swooped down upon him, and clutching him in his talons, bore him away towards the White City of Minas Tirith. A second bird followed, carrying the rope which had secured Erurainon to the rock. For now the horse was free for a time, but followed swiftly in his master's wake. His was a bond that could not be easily broken, and Pallando sent another two eagles to defend him on his journey.
Carriage?
Shall I get Pallando to ride an eagle to Rivendell? That seems to be where everyone is going.
And remember, Elrond has departed for the Undying Lands by this time. His sons and Celeborn may be there though (Celeborn left Lothlorien for Rivendell soon after Galadriel went).
And remember, Elrond has departed for the Undying Lands by this time. His sons and Celeborn may be there though (Celeborn left Lothlorien for Rivendell soon after Galadriel went).
I tried to use posh, 'olde' language in my IC post. The horse's name, Erurainon, is the Quenya translation of my name IRL :D
Romestamo thanked the Gondorian guardsmen as he passed through the gate. The territories of Gondor, or indeed, the Reunited Kingdom, had increased far into the East and South since the crowning of King Elessar, Aragorn son of Arathorn. The wizard knew that he still dwelt at times in the citadel of Minas Tirith, known now as Minas Anor. The ancient city of Osgiliath had been rebuilt, but the former Ranger had been loth to relocate from the Tower of the Guard so swiftly. It was with him, and his family, that he wished to speak concerning the return of the Dark Lord.
Continuing down the wide, well-paved road, he seemed nothing more than an old man wrapped in blue robes. His neck and shoulders were concealed by a warm, green mantle, and be bore a wooden staff, adorned with a single sapphire inlaid into the top. Hidden in his tunic was a great secret he had hidden even from Curumo and Olorin, those who had come to be called Saruman and Gandalf. The only indication of what the secret may have been lay in his Valinorean name, Pallando 'Far-sighted. Only Morinehtar had ever discovered what he was truly hiding.
Coming to a divide in the pavement, he looked at the signs carefully and followed the one announcing; 'Horse and Pony Market'. The establishment was not far, and it took only minutes for Romestamo to spot the white and chestnut beasts corralled together. He spent some time examining each animal, running his bony hand down their silky forelocks alike to the manner of the Men of Rohan. At last he decided upon one, paid with what little coin he had, and promptly named the steed Erurainon 'Eru is gracious'. He was a sturdy beast, and swift of foot. There may even have been a little Mereas blood in him, but even the far-sightedness of Pallando could not tell for certain.
He set off in the early afternoon, taking few provisions and naught but a small flask of miruvor the Elvish cordial. There would be many villages and settlements along his road, for the Men of Gondor had increased in the eastward lands. He set off at a good pace, meaning to continue until late evening. His ill tidings, dire as they were, would have to reach the King swiftly - within months, the final End could take place.
Continuing down the wide, well-paved road, he seemed nothing more than an old man wrapped in blue robes. His neck and shoulders were concealed by a warm, green mantle, and be bore a wooden staff, adorned with a single sapphire inlaid into the top. Hidden in his tunic was a great secret he had hidden even from Curumo and Olorin, those who had come to be called Saruman and Gandalf. The only indication of what the secret may have been lay in his Valinorean name, Pallando 'Far-sighted. Only Morinehtar had ever discovered what he was truly hiding.
Coming to a divide in the pavement, he looked at the signs carefully and followed the one announcing; 'Horse and Pony Market'. The establishment was not far, and it took only minutes for Romestamo to spot the white and chestnut beasts corralled together. He spent some time examining each animal, running his bony hand down their silky forelocks alike to the manner of the Men of Rohan. At last he decided upon one, paid with what little coin he had, and promptly named the steed Erurainon 'Eru is gracious'. He was a sturdy beast, and swift of foot. There may even have been a little Mereas blood in him, but even the far-sightedness of Pallando could not tell for certain.
He set off in the early afternoon, taking few provisions and naught but a small flask of miruvor the Elvish cordial. There would be many villages and settlements along his road, for the Men of Gondor had increased in the eastward lands. He set off at a good pace, meaning to continue until late evening. His ill tidings, dire as they were, would have to reach the King swiftly - within months, the final End could take place.
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