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war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

I’m going to be okay, slowly but surely getting back into the swing of things.

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I’ma just pour all my pain out into my writing! T^T

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

Hey guys, I’m so so so sorry for disappearing on you guys :( My bf broke up with me and I haven’t been eating or sleeping well these past few days. I will post sometime today!

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

“The assassin I slayed gave not a clue as to who had sent him!” Cier retorted, glaring back, and just about ready to lose his patience, but even with all the rage boiling over inside him, he stood relatively calm. “How am I to know who? And neither, how am I to know why? My lands were just as peaceful as yours until this day!” He spat, growing more furious with every word that left him. The king was beyond exhaustion yet he could not allow himself to rest. It was not an option for him to give up. For him to do so would only be allowing those who have perished to go on without avenge. Cier simply could not find it within himself. With every kingdom he destroyed, just a bit closer to closure he almost felt, though he knew too well no amount of bloodshed could ever atone for the loss of everyone in his once beautiful world.

“I refuse to surrender!” The man roared, the ball of violent light only growing and growing. If Hanequin did not comply soon, Cier would not have any hesitation to strike him. And just was he about to when suddenly his eyes caught onto someone particular entering the room.

As he narrowed his eyes at the young woman, both the light from them and his hand seemed to slightly dim. This intuition wasn’t something made very clear to him when he had been a child. It was an instinctive feeling that this was the person that old woman had prophesied many years ago. The princess of Seanate seemed to have a power within her that he could clearly see through the windows to her soul.

“Ah ha.. so this girl is your heir, hm?” He uttered rhetorically whilst an awful idea came creeping into the forefront of his mind. His gaze soon bounced from the daughter to the father, to the daughter, then finally back to Hanequin.

“I may have found a much better solution..” his voice trailed with plenty intrigue, though this such a thing was nothing less than bittersweet, to him it seemed like the only valuable route.

"If you marry me, and allow your daughter to be my heir, I shall spare this land. Refuse, and all shall perish! You shall have until sunset the eve after tomorrow to make your choice. I shall be in the mountain caves, my camp, should you wish to inform me of your decision."

He desperately needed an heir to take his burden. And though he wasn’t too keen on marriage after having just lost the love of his life, the king was certainly handsome. In fact, very attractive. This seeming random thought almost made the brute laugh. More so out of guilt than anything. This wasn’t something he wanted yet it was necessary in his cold eyes. Even Cier couldn’t believe himself.

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

@Vampiretwilight thank you and I’m okay, just very embarrassed about it >_<

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

@Vampiretwilight go right on ahead if you like! I would’ve already posted (I’m just now reading your replies) I ate some bad Eggo waffles, had an unrelated anxiety attack, and threw up x3 at work. I will try to have a post up later today!

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

Posted! Also, just updated his appearance c:

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

The dark emperor grinned upon seeing King Hanequin so seemingly startled. He couldn’t help but to feel quite pleased by having been greeted so quickly as Cier was not a very patient man. Pulling back his hood, their eyes became locked onto one another. Gazes of equal hostility. Today there would be no sense in any more formalities. And so, he continued to smile at the other male, though inside his entire spirit remained shattered.

“I am Cier, the Imperial ruler of the Seddowian Empire!” His voice boomed against the high ceiling, embedded was nothing less than purpose and distrust. It was more than made clear he meant much more than business. “I have scoured many lands in search of a killer..” He spoke with just as much spite in his voice as his stare, “To the exception of myself, the entire Croste bloodline has been slaughtered. A contract had been made on our heads.”

“My dear boy, Prince Zaun, merely five years of age and my only child, lays dead. He was to follow as not only my successor to the crown, but all of my power..”

Once he had seen his abilities as a gift to cherish and pass down for generations and generations, was now nothing but a curse. Just a cold reminder of what he loved most, his dear family, had slipped though his hands like sand from a broken hourglass, leaving him to endlessly bleed. Although this brutish man had a whole army behind him, loyal, and relentless, Cier stood isolated, unable to unsee the memory of all the bodies laying limp, and unable to unhear his own cries. Forever this would haunt the emperor. Not only must he find the one who called for the contract, but find someone to relieve him of the burden he could no longer control through his grieving heart.

So despite his smirk and the laugh he let loose, the emperor stood strong, holding back his despair. To explain himself was as if he were reliving the entire tragedy. Cier wanted to strike Hanequin where he stood. And it wouldn’ve been so easy to send the energy dancing in his hand through that blade to kill him instantly, yet he knew better than to act so quickly. No answers could come if he did so. Though even if he were to spare them, there was no going back in his invasions. Five other kingdoms had already fallen in his pursuits of justice. Only once his goals were achieved would he happily surrender, already having accepted the gallows, the guillotine, or worse for his fate. But to avenged those that he had lost so suddenly, he felt it was his right. Even if the peaceful Seanate was unlikely to be blamed.

His mind had not yet stirred the solution to his problem, what he would soon propose once he met Hanequin’s own successor. Not until he locked eyes with the young lady would he given her too what would have been a charming smile if not for the dire circumstances.

“If you cannot prove your innocence, I shall strike you dead with a single bolt!” His lungs thundered, the static within his palm only amping with his rage.

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

Everything seemed to have gone silent for Seanate. Until wind would gradually begin hip and howl like a pack of savage wolves running throughout the land. First something not assumed to be more than rain rolling in. What appeared a light sprinkle quickly overshaddowed by heavy rain and sharp needlike hail. Buildings creaked, swayed, and rattled, and many of the weaker collapsing to rubble as the ground shook with violence. Even with the raging storm, wet and ice cold, fire was naturally caught due to this tremor. Much would be lost to nothing but ash with a quickness.

Leading all this destruction was a stampede of steeds and their soldiers. Their hooves in competition with the thunder bellowing. Each flash of light pushed them further as if their flanks were snapped by a whip. The sounds and sights couldn’t be missed and neither they couldn’t be felt. The poor townsfolk wailed in terror like a choir to a symphony of war. All conducted by one wretched man leading the fleet. From within the shade of his hood, his orbs glowed a bright stark white.

Opposing knights would dare try to cut his path, but the dark emperor of Seddow could not be stopped so easily. His men and women were overwhelming in both power and grit. Anyone who dared to come between their lord and his plight would be dead long before ever getting the chance to witness his fearsome glory. Even the foliage within miles of him could not stand but to die. Grass turned black and brittle while flowers wilted as if bowing in submission, turning black, and dying as well.

The horses gracefully weaving through the streets fallen with debris. Meanwhile the thickest and darkest of dust rose from the ruins left behind the emperor’s trail. Smiling up at the castle gates, just a bridge away, the man at the head reared his silver stallion and raised his hand to signal his men to ram. There were already archers readying their arrows and men preparing the catapults from the tops of the barrier, however their stance did not last as with a simple wave of his hand, a large gust blew them back. Many falling from the wall to their deaths while others may have been rendered unconscious from having their bodies clashed against the stone bricking. Soon enough the gate was breached and the large oak log abandoned as the dark emperor’s army stormed below a circling of charged clouds.

While a bloody battle ensued around him, the dark emperor remained untouchable as he dropped down from his mount. When his boots met the ground, he reached up to the sky as if to take something. To which he did. A gentle beam of light came toward his hand and filled his palm with a bouncing ball of white static. The other hand pushed out in front of two grand doors. Although bolted well, the entrance gave in almost too easily. He was ready to confront whatever waited inside and he would find the one responsible.

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

Apologies for the later CS post than I had expected. I had fallen asleep - will update his appearance as soon as I am able. Just decided to go ahead and post the more important stuff! By the way, I love the idea of a possible change of heart and perhaps including more characters in the mix! There are many ways this storyline can take - i’m so excited!

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

appearance:
With thick, dark, neck-length hair framing his sharp jawline and cheekbones, Cier’s glassy silver eyes often startle those meeting his gaze. Intimidating he may appear, towering at 6’3, with broad shoulders, and plenty of muscle. A beastly man yet not so serious. Though his figure may look statuesque, he is often relaxed in both his posture and expressions. Sometimes not even able to keep a straight face, but in a blink of an eye, this may easily change.

name: Cier
age: 36
bio:
Emperor Cier’s begginnings are quite humble. He didn’t come from wealth or any sort of power. Rather, born into a poor family, so he didn’t exactly expect much to come from his life.

That was until one night, when he was no older than ten, Cier had found himself lost and happened to meet an old woman walking by the shore. Looking into her eyes, it was almost as if he knew her but of course, he was certain they had never met before. She could see he was scared, and so they sat together on a rock, talking, showing him all the constellations, and watching the waves roll until sunrise. He felt safe. And when there was light and Cier could find his way home, he asked her if he would ever see her again and what her name was, but the woman simply smiled and took his hand in hers. His eyes grew as something glowed between their palms and she said, “I’ve left you with a gift, and someday, you will leave someone with one too.” Then it all faded to black.

The next thing Cier could remember was waking up to himself baking in the sand. Startled to his feet, he would have ran all the way home if not for his father finding and giving him an earful first. Ever since this strange encounter, he’s returned to that shore, but the old woman was never to be seen. And going as far ask to ask around, the villagers seemed to think it was just something he merely imagined. Yet just as Cier began to think that he had lost his own mind, his powers emerged little by little and soon the people who once laughed at his wild story were now stricken with nothing but amazement!

Cier was quick to be deemed as something like a savior. And with this many proposed to make him their future king as their current never married and had laid ill, swiftly dying. He saw this boy as a blessing sent from the heavens to protect his beloved kingdom. Cier reveled in all this honor and praise, soon taking the throne at just the tender age of fourteen. And for many years he has witnessed the kingdom of Seddow flourish as he cared for it with all his heart, but this would all come crumbling.

After arriving home from visiting one of Seddow’s allies, his eyes, once full of life and love for the world, turned into deadly daggers. Having found his whole family and many servants mutilated, their blood spread all throughout the palace, his heart - within an instant - turned cold and frostbit black as his psyche spiraled with the clouds circling like vultures looming over.

The assassin responsible had failed to escape. Thrown to the ruler’s feet by the guards who had caught him, Cier demanded answers through tears welling up and the guttural pain pounding through his chest, but the killer gave none, and was then executed by the king’s own blade. He didn’t know why or who had ordered this contract, but one thing was for certain. The mastermind behind the slaughter couldn’t have been anyone but another ruler. No one but of that status could possibly afford the taking out of not one but seven royal lives. One of which, was his only son. His biggest pride and joy… a curious and funny little boy, now laid cold in his father’s trembling arms.

Since that day, Cier has been nothing but ruthless in finding who to blame. Taking lands one by one. Blinded by sadness, rage, and thirst for blood. Someone will pay.

role in the story: dark ruler
powers:
Water & Storm manipulation, underwater breathing/sight, with supernatural strength and agility.
other:
- to be added