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The Confederation War

I would say France or one of the German states

Low fantasy world creation - send help!

Hell yea man, I'm down.

The Confederation War

yep, and that just sounds like Quiet on the Western Front

The Confederation War

Choices numbered would be
1. North Germans
2. Dutch
3. French
4. South Germans
5. Serb/Slavs
6. Brits

The Confederation War

Interested.

Forest Interest Check

interested, would like to know more.

Poland Partitioned - the third World War in 1947 (alternate history)

def interested in this.

The Divine

Kurtis El Von Braumer

Midnight before the meeting

Darkness all around him and the cold, wait cold. This isn't the isle he was sold from, wherein gods names could he be. He stared forward and felt a wooden wall in front of him, then to his sides and behind him. He stood and hit his head almost immediately, as he was thrown up like whatever he was in was being tossed about. Which, of course, was being tossed about on the inside of this container. He grumbled slightly as he just sat back down and closed his eyes before his container hit another bump before stopping, sending him for a little into the front wall.

"Praise that I do not freeze here and die, for my gifts to this world are fully given to those who truly need it." He said before a small slot opened up, with a tray being pushed inside. Bread, water, some bits of unknown meat. Well, at least whoever had him fed him well. But through this, the wind also struck as his bones. He took the items from the tray and used the tray to block the port. It left him in the dark again, but it would halt the cold for a short time.

"lift it and we will give you blankets, it's cold and you're supposed to enjoy your stay, which I wouldn't know why they gave us that to put you in..." some man muttered from outside the carriage, he did as he was told, and through the slot, several large blankets were given.

"Where are we going?" Kurtis asked as he slowly moved one blanket to cover the hole a little, and the others around a corner to which he found himself lying in the pile like a feral dog with thrown away bedding or towels.

"You'll figure out when we get there Von Braumer

Kurtis would eat, and then he would think, something he hasn't done in a very long time, probably not even at this moment, but something would strike him funny, did they just say his name, instead of Kurtis, but Von Braumer? He shrugged it off and leaned back, wait, is he going home. No, the answer would be, but he would find out in a few hours.

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Early Morning

He wasn't as cold as he had been before, he was still cold to the bone but he had a somewhat full stomach and blankets covering the rags he wore. He stared out into the blank void of darkness that surrounded him. Then the wagon, and therefor the container they shoved him in stopped, and he went forward some into the wall when it stopped.

"Is this the carriage we sent for Von Braumer?" asked an older voice.

"Aye, and we gave him blankets and food, well we just gave him blankets when it started snowing." replied the voice from before.

"It looks more like a prisoner box."

"Aye it is, we got it because we bought him from a gentleman trading, we were surprised we ran into him. A thwack could be heard outside the carriage.

"Well go on, get him out of there, and get him some clothes, a bath, and some real food... he isn't a prisoner, he's a guest."

"I thought he was gonna be one of the goddesses serving boys." another thwack would be heard.

"Get him out of there, and I might not disown you and your brother, idiots both of you for keeping a guest locked up in the dark for... however long you had him."

The latch lowering one of the walls was lowered and a scraggly looking man with somewhat greying hair appeared in a pile of blankets on the side of it. There were vomit and other bodily fluids through the crate, and it had a wretched smell.
The main looked up at the two younger men and the other man who looked maybe five to ten years older than him.
"Burn this box, and don't speak of this to anyone... A bath, a barber who can let me properly and cut my hair, and something to ea ... I don't remember most of my travels after I got back to the mainland, but if I am to be seen with any goddess, I do not wish to be looking like her worst subject, and from the looks of it, I don't want to look like a peasant in front of people who know me."

"Of course, if you are to guide the Goddess as one of the Divine, we will get what you need... and have some of what you are known for in the quarters we have provided for you. Now, if you will follow me, let us get you a bath, and something to shape your appearance, we have clothing and items that may fulfill your current needs before we have you meet those who will join you on the goddess's journey, as well as meeting the goddess.

Kurtis would pull his legs over the sides of the where he laid, and he would fall on the ground, having some trouble standing as he hadn't truly stood in some while. Having to be helped to his feet before his night could continue.

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Morning

To the beginning of the "William Tell Overture."
He opened his eyes and stretched a bit, feeling a bed beneath him, at least one fir over him, a somewhat shaped hair and beard. Not reeking of piss and excrement, it felt odd, much like his childhood, had his last year or two been a dream? It was warm, and on the side table was an apple, bread, and cheese, a smaller bottle of wine and a glass. Some had already been eaten, and he felt a bit of cheese in his teeth, it was nice. Calm, and sweet. He looked at the walls, the ceiling sliding from the bed after only several hours of sleep, not many but he felt well-rested. Maybe it had been all a dream, but this wasn't a room he had been in before, but he did remember some of the architecture and craftsmanship styles from when he was a child.

He grabbed the apple and took a bite to it, he felt sick to his stomach, probably the wine, and also food that is somewhat fresh. A knock rapped along his door and he looked to it, "Yes?" he asked.

"We should be getting prepared with several other of the Divine for when you meet the one who will awaken the Goddess." said Clergil, one of the servent heads. "But come, I'll show you to the hall where the other Diviners will meet, and where you will meet Ariella, who you will help with awakening the goddess, and with your recent divination and ability with the gods... We hope that there can be wonders made...

It wasn't a dream, this bed is just comfy and I think I've had too much wine with not enough food, thought Kurtis as he got dressed.

The Divine

Kurtis El Von Braumer

Kurtis El Von Braumer

Full Name: Kurtis El Von Braumer

Age: 29

Appearance:
5'6
180 lbs
Larger/Average build
Brown Hair
Blue Eyes
Caucasian skin

Race:
Human

Origin:
Born in Lyros, but raised in Aerowyn

Residence:
Now Lives in Krona

Position:
Previously he was a noble and knight but was enslaved, now is a priest leader among slaves.

Occupation:
Slave Priest

Personality:
Kurtis a generally middle-aged man, and does not bring those qualities out. He can be a somewhat pleasant fellow to be around, normally bringing a few drinks when he was used for diplomacy and trade. He is a somewhat heavy drinker, and is a good best man at a wedding as he is a good swordsman, might not be the best but he is a solid choice in a duel.

Aside from that, he really didn't have many desires or wants as he saw there wasn't much further to go in life. But after him and a small train of wagons he was traveling with was attacked, he soon found that the luxuries of his previous lifestyle. With this, his priorities have changed. Mainly falling in with a priest who was also enslaved, to mentally get away from the perils of his enslavement, being sold between various owners mainly for manual labor and entertainment. Once he fell in line with this priest he soon took his place and became somewhat holy himself. Leading to the still giving, but more humble man he is today.

Bio: From an early age Kurtis was a politician of sorts, his parents sent him to live with friends in another culture with several advisors this was to teach him of his culture. Throughout most of his early life, he was taught to enjoy the luxuries that his name entitled him to.
Aside from various teachers, he was taught mainly from experiences and hard experiences they are. Constantly breaking bones, getting thrown out of various institutes, several courts, and several back-alley establishments. When he turned twenty while leaving a court in Barovia he would be with a group of travelers who were rather untrustworthy individuals. They would tie him in his sleep and sell him and his valuables to different groups of people.

His first owner, a gentleman whom he owed money to from Barovia. During this time with this owner, he would fight in back alleys, loaned out, and beaten. This owner would be where he would meet a priestly man with the name of Dirt. Dirt, was a man of god and a slave as well, being thrown into the depths of a society that hated him. He would teach Kurtis the ways of being a humble man, and ways to make life a little easier.

His first owner would die and his slaves to auction, most of which would be bought by a Kronan islander. This would be his second owner as the individual worked for a friend of his parents. The friend would not return him to his previous lifestyle, but it would make his life somewhat easier. He would work in the house mainly, his time fighting did take away from his softer skin and textures, but some of those would return. Some wounds would lower his value, but he was still allowed to be one of the house slaves. His knowledge of goods, wines, beers, and other random luxury things would make him valuable to a trading family. The other household and exterior slaves would enjoy his talks and sermons, he was a large morale boost to those on the property. He would be reprimanded for this many times, but he would continue until he saw a cousin of his, and his cousin saw him.

When it was made known that he was there, he was sold to an unknown subject in Aerowyn. From there he would be on his journey to becoming one of the Divine as he was purchased by subjects of the Emporer.

The Divine

def interested in something like this.