Mr Irony II

Under der Linden (A Medieval Persistent-World-esque Roleplay)

Tentative interest

Clash of royals and civil wars (F-prefered)

In the country of Morvana King Gerald had rules for over forty years. Ruling in both times of peace and in war, keeping his country stable for the entirety of his reign. In his time as King, he sired twins children. A boy Henry and a girl Maria.

Henry trained in the arts of ridership and war while Maria trained mainly by the court. As the children grew so did the admiration of the people. Something changed in them though.

An accident had occurred, coming home from the royal summer home while the prince was not escorting his mother home because of the Ostigian war. The queen's carriage flipped and the prince was impaled by multiple crossbow bolts.

News of the impending demise of his Queen and near-death of his son had the King racing back. Leaving the war in the hands of the Duke of the Black Marshes Reynard Moreau and the royal niece and Duchess of (Blank). The two pushed back the invaders in a humiliating fashion and raced back also, leaving their aides to bring the army home.

The prince surprisingly made a full recovery but something changed in the young man. The prince's change was something that made King Gerald start secretly tutoring his daughter on how to rule the country. He could no longer trust his son.

Over the next five years, the king got sick and had gradually had gotten worse. It was then when a servant came to bring the king his fast found him dead. Having the luck to die in his sleep or most had thought. Within the week most nobles had come to pledge their fealty to their new King.

One night the Duchess of (Blank) had heard Reynard and Princess Maria arguing about something outside of the coronation feast. The argued silently but the Duchess knew something was a miss because Reynard had been like a second father figure to the princess.

Watching in secret when she saw Reynard sigh and had relented to the Princess's request. Taking notice that the conversation had taxed the both of them. When she had questioned her friend and former lover he was dismissive and distant. What in the world had happened?

Within the week both Maria and Reynard had fled the capital in haste. Narrowly escaping the closing city gates. It was then she heard the gossip. An attempt had been made on King Henry's life and the suspect we're none other than Reynard and Maria. Why would they fall to such a depraved level of stupidity?

Being of distant royal lineage and having an intimate knowledge of Reynard's unorthodox tactics. The Duchess was tasked with capturing the supposed traitors and bring them to court for justice. A civil war had erupted between brother and sister.

She had known that it was really because Reynard was her former lover and close friend. Regardless of her feelings, she carried out her duties being a loyal vassal of the crown. She also knew that the prince wasn't right either, he had changed. Changed for the worse.

Marching to meet the insurgents the Duchess had begun to ferry her troops across the Green Fork she was ambushed. With half strength on both sides and in complete disarray, her forces had been effectively crushed by Reynard. Taking the Duchess hostage for what was unknown.

Okay, enough story. Yes, this will be a wartime roleplay but it will be filled with drama, suspense, angst, hate, forgiveness. I would like to Reynard and the duchess to rekindle things but not necessarily. This will be mostly plot with some story. The world is ours to create. The Duchess will be in her thirties somewhere while Reynard is in his forties.

I will not push grammar since I struggle with it from time to time, just make sure I can understand it. Also, I'd like at least three paragraphs so there is no worrying about matching me. Also, I am soon to be a father to twins next month so I may go dark a while then. I will try to let you know ahead of time when my brief hiatus would start. If there any takers or questions please pm me.

Star Wars Rp Junction (Either Gender is fine.)

Being very blunt I'm in the mood for a Star Wars Rp. I'm putting down a few ideas and if your interested message me. If you don't see something you like or have an idea let me know.

Rule of Two (Open to any suggestions here. Mentor and apprentice, starting the rule of two.)

Bounty Hunters (New guy/girl and the mentor)

Old Republic (Jedi x Padawan or Sith equivalent, troopers, etc.. Multiple ideas here)

Clone Wars (Dark Jedi, Jedi, multiple ideas here)

Love in the mountains. (F required.)

She is a figure skater with everything going her way but never quite grasped that gold medal. In her last performance, she suffered a minor injury in her ankle. Affecting her performance but not enough to keep her from walking.

Her coach sends her to a small but very renown specialist clinic to help speed her recovery. In this small mountain town, while she is resting, she meets a man and the butterfly's start fluttering. The pair over the next few weeks start to really become a thing much to her coaches chagrin.

Yes this is one of the sappy romance stories but it's what I've craving. We can hash out details if your interested. Pm's preferred. (Post from my phone. Sorry for mistakes.)

Motel Cadillac

Mysterious new guy in town. Hmm... Who is he.

Diablo 2 Rp (18+ for gore and violence) M or F

I have seen the trailers for the new Diablo 4 game and while it does look good I hope it isn't a let down as far as Diablo 3 storyline was concerned. My two cents the man in the trailer I think is Inarius but that's my opinion. I want to replay the events as characters from the D2 storyline but with our own flair. This being a diablo centered roleplay the violence will be in mountainous amounts. There is no gender requirement in this rp. The one thing I do ask is you keep the gender of the 'Classes' the same otherwise its fair game on who you want to play as.

If this interests you tell me who you think the pale man in the Diablo 4 trailer is so I know you're interested or tell me who your favorite class was.

The Fall of Faith: A Journey Home

Is there room for more?

@MagratheanWhale if there is I'd like to run an idea for two characters by you that might night fit the norm of characters.

Styria: Years of Blood (Adult 18+)

Westport

Count Philip was a distant relative of Grand Duke Alcander and was alone of Affoia's most loyal supporters. A war hero in the most recent war with Ospira, a true hero of the people since he led men into battle personally. His true reward came during the last battle of the Maiden's War when his leg had been skewered by a spear, giving him a permanent limp in his left leg.

Sent to treat with Lucius, who better to understand a warrior than another warrior. Philip eyed the guards as he rode into Westport, noting the up jumped mercenaries we're rather well equipped. The men of Westport could be a valuable asset if they could be asserted correctly, that is if they stayed loyal.

"Count Phillip of Affoia, envoy of the same nation. I've come to see Duke Lucius. I also bring needed supplies to the city." Handing his missive to the guards that handled his entry into the city.

The wagons rolling into the city bringing a collection of goods that would sell quickly. The guard nodded to his subordinates. "Welcome to Westport Count Philip we were expecting you."

Philip only nodded after he had gotten off his horse, the limp obviously noticeable but it didn't hinder the man's movement. The stairs, however, did slow him down some. His black peppered hair wet from the slight sweat that started to bead down.

As he entered the great hall he was followed by his own guards, four in number. Each of the men including himself wore a long blade, double-edged in design but what distinguished the men was the bright yellow sun of Affoia embroidered on their tabards. Philip's guards had been overwhelmed to a degree by the Duke's greeting but Philip himself remained stoic.

"It was pleasant enough. I am not a man of formalities Lucius, so there is no need for the grandeur." His predecessor a fat out of a man the grand entrance would have cooed him but not Philip.

"A seat if you don't mind." Gesturing towards a table, his leg of all times decided to throb with pain. He didn't wait for his host as the discomfort started growing rapidly.

"War hasn't been kind to me as it has to you. Some young Osprian cunt skewered my leg after I had been thrown from my horse." Philip gestured to one of his guards that had been carrying a small satchel.

"His grace Grand Duke Alcander is pleased with the ballista tests and the heavy infantry training is proceeding ahead of pace." He took the satchel from his guard. Procuring a dark brown bottle and two Vissirine made glasses, clear in color. Pouring the liquid, amber in hue into the glasses. One for him and them another for his host.

"I'm here to talk war though.” Speaking only after he had stomached the rum. Its spices burned going down but it was his custom to drink before doing business. “How would you like a new power base and a wife?” Eyeing the man carefully since Philip was straight to the point.

Affoia

Carina walked about the halls as she did any other night, her ebon hair while braided elegantly glided threw the humid air. Her father still remained in solitude, it seemed that he saw no one except his advisors since the latest war. Even with his gout the woman that he would at least get out a bit more but alas she saw little of him. The last time had been her name day and that had been several months ago. Exhaling a sigh as her footsteps barely made a sound at all as she walked daintily towards the great hall.

As she had been in deep thought as her cousin Murick who had been a permanent guest after the failed attempt to reclaim his throne. While she did feel bad for the exiled prince but then again it wasn’t exactly her problem. There was a rumor about a possible betrothal in the air between her and someone. Who exactly she didn’t know but then again the servants did like to gossip so it could be nonsense.

“Murick, don’t be drowning yourself in your own misery. At least you have a roof over your head. It could be worse.” Looking at one of the servants. “Wine.”

The woman was blunt to her cousin, there could be worse alternative than losing one's own throne. He could’ve died in his failed attempt, at least he was alive to try again another time. Greedily she took the wine when it had been given to her. Sipping once before returning her emerald eyes towards Murick.

“Have you appealed to father again for a second invasion?” She dug at the man curiously to see if he knew what was going on or at least to see if he knew any new rumors flying about the castle. With the weapons testing and soldiers being trained she knew a war was on the horizon but she didn’t know the who, what or the why.

A love of a bygone age. F preferred.

Short sweet and to the point. I want to do a historical roleplay centered around the religious turmoil between the Protestant Leauge and the traditional Roman Catholics. Your character would be a staunch catholic will mine is apart of the league. There is a certain spark between the characters but will religion help or break their courtship? Her father would push the marriage seeing that the league would help push away would-be invaders and kept his kingdom in relative security.

A quick explanation of what I'm looking for. Any questions pm me.

Styria: Years of Blood (Adult 18+)

Affoia

Images of Affoia

City on the Water


Fortress across the channel Valhaln


Affoian Rulling Castle

City-State:
Affoia
Rulers:
Grace Alcander III (52) Gout Stricken, Desma (Deceased)
Son: Araxes (24) (Deceased)
Heir/Son: Galen (13)
Daughters: Carina (20), Desma (17)
Bastard: Adonis 28
Rulers Sibilings: Frederick (42), Isabella (30), Gregory (46)
Flag:

Flag

Capital Description: Affoia is a city that is on land but also built upon the waters. The entire city is encircled by a thick layer of white stone, guard towers line its walls along with other variations of defense to safeguard the city. Separating the land from the sea parts of the city is yet another layer of stone acting a secondary layer of defense. Creeky Town as its referred is a pile of old docks and ships in disuse used for the underprivileged of the city to live on. Massive plaza's line the depths of the inner city for merchant use, the life blood of the city. Lining the plazas are red clay shingled homes to the cities populace that are more fortunate.

The home of the ruling Affoians lies on its separate island in the deepest depths of the city. One is only allowed into the ruler's castle by invitation. That being said invitations are rare as the rulers of this gem on the sea rarely come out let alone invite anyone into their home.

History: Affoia has had a colorful history over the past. Some of it painted red with war and blue of peaceful times. The Affoians have a close history with its neighbor to the north Ospira most of it recently has been in the form of war. The War of the Maiden as it was aptly named since it had started with the death of the Ospirian Lady Serena von Ospira who was to Araxes, current heir of Affoia that time. How and why the young woman was murdered is unknown. To the members of Affoia they believed it was banditry gone wrong, what the Ospirian’s think would be a radically different story. Forced to a stalemate with the Ospirans and left a foul taste in mouths of most Affoians. Since the war all trade to Ospira has been cut, merchants that want to risk the journey were allowed but frowned upon.

Affoia has also been in the affairs of the Puratani, including the involvement in their civil war. Backing the eldest son, believing the eldest should take the crown and keep their influence firmly in the city. This, however, failed the Affoian’s since they couldn’t ferry soldiers quick enough to back the eldest son. Troops that did make it to Puratani lands found themselves in a war of survival against the combined forces of the youngest son and Ospirian forces. Leaving a thorn in side of Affoia that annoyed them for years to come.