OathMaker

Royal Distraction [IC] [The Raven CallsxOathmaker]

Reference so I keep everything straight:
Vadrudor-Eastern Kingdom ruled by Vikars. Known for their metallurgy, beer and military-esque social caste system.
Ishmeldia-Kingdom on the northern most part of the greater Continent. Once sheltered by an impassible mountain range, it is now an active player in continental politics and trade.
Atlan-A loose confederation of ethnic groups banded together under one banner that has enclaves scattered across the ocean and the Continent. The group is collectively referred to as the Altans.

Arel Bykard-Chancellor of Ishmeldia and close friend of deceased King Bytaus. Serving as Chancellor and ruler for the next year by Ishmeldian decree.

Olosse Bytaus-

Olosse

Eldest son of Erel Bytaus and Liege-in-Waiting of Ishmeldia. Dignitary and representative to Vadrudor, Terapolise and other kingdoms across the continent.

Erel Bytaus-King of Ishmeldia. Deceased.

Erel

Selenia Bytaus-Queen of Ishmeldia and mother of Olosse, Kyne and Libea

Selenia

Kyne Bytaus-Younger son and second child of Erel Bytaus. Prince of Ishmeldia and Commodore of the 1st Regiment.

Kyne

Libea Bytaus-Only daughter and third child of Erel Bytaus. Princess of Ishmeldia. Being courted by multiple suitors from various lands. Currently shadowing her mother to learn the responsibilities of a Queen.

Libea

Royal Distraction [IC] [The Raven CallsxOathmaker]

"Vadrudor is going to be a bit difficult to navigate in regard to the polit-" Arel's silvery-blue eyes narrowed.
"You're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?" The disengaged brown irises moved from the etched glass mosaic dominating the eastern wall of the main hall back to the peeved voice.
"Apologies. My focus has been divided far too much as of late." A half-frown flickered across Arel's face.
"Understandable." Both of their gazes momentarily drifted to the mosaic in question. The near kaleidoscopic color scheme burst from the piece, emphasizing the subject in the center: a bearded man in armor, sword jutting over his head with beams of victorious light shining in every direction, mountain ranges capped with snow serving as the background. To the left and right of the armored figure were a variety of men and women garbed in familiar functions that any in Ishemeldia would recognize: fishermen, hunters, loggers, merchants and the like.
"The mourning you still have in your heart is shared, I'm sure, Olosse." Olosse nodded, fully aware that there were those in the mountains who still burned pyres three weeks after his death.
"Indeed...yet, mourning is something that does not befit a future king, does it?" A sad smile came and went.
"If that mourning interferes with his royal duties, then yes, unfortunately." Arel's lips pursed, then continued his original line of thought:
"As I was saying, the Vadrudorian court is in upheaval at the moment. Our intelligence in the capital has informed us of grumblings about our formalization of trade relations with the Rakuhor dynasty that currently rules the Silver throne. Vikar Rakuhor has been on a bit of warpath trying to purge out the malcontents in an attempt to reassert his family's control. Many think that the Vikar and his lineage are trying to acquiesce to Ishmeldia due to their reliance of importing our wood and copper." A snort came from Olosse.
"Arrogant as they may be, at least Rakuhor and his family knows that their relationship with us is beneficial. If any of the other rival families established their own dynasties, Vadrudor would be much more of a thorn in our sides...and everyone else across the Continent." Arel made a good point. Olosse knew the history of Vadrudor quite well, seeing as his father had appointed Vadrudor as Olosse's first post as ambassador. It was a good move on his father's part; Vadrudor had a troubled, bloody history of insurrections, wars and strife that saw the kingdom change hands several times and a near annihilation of any natural resources available to them. It wasn't until fifty or so odd years ago that the kingdom experienced stability at the hands of Logana Rakuhor, a captain in the Vadrudorian Brigade that took control of the Silver Throne after their king had been assassinated. Rakuhor never wanted to rule permanently, but after eliminating the latest insurrection and establishing informal alliances with several neighboring kingdoms (Ishmeldia being one of them), the people wouldn't hear of anyone else other than Logana becoming king.
"How do you suggest I handle the signing?" Arel paused for a few moments, fingers tapping on the marble table he stood over.
"Arrive at least two days before and have your Shadow do some investigative work while you massage the Vikar and his officials. I'll send a missive to the Vikar immediately to ensure that you'll have increased security before, during and after. Gather as much intelligence as you can about how the court is doing and ensure that your Shadowguard sends an encoded report to me about their findings. After the signing, the Vikar will more than likely want to cement an alliance with us through marriage." A gulp from Olosse.
"Now now, no need to think your reputation will take a hit; as your stand-in Chancellor and future royal advisor, I would recommend that if the Vikar makes a proposal, you immediately defer and encourage him to keep a lady in waiting until you are fully made king. That'll buy us enough time to determine if an alliance by marriage is appropriate."
"Given my father's stance on having more than one queen, I doubt that I would want to commit to something that drastic." Arel chortled.
"Indeed; nor would your mother approve of such a measure. However, most of our neighbors practice the custom of multiple marriages, so we must respect their cultures while maintaining the dignity of our own." Olosse rose from the high-backed chair he had been sitting on for the last hour, casting one more look at the mosaic before making eye contact with Arel.
"I'll convene with Iris and set out tomorrow morning. I won't be taking much of a ret-"
"My Liege-in-Waiting, you are a future king; your retinue shall and must be massive. An eyesore. The custom of royalty demands it." A smirk from both.

As the carriage bumped along the unkempt road towards Valkan, the capital city of Vadrudor, Olosse pored over the reports that Arel had alluded to regarding the unrest within the city. He read snippets aloud to the woman seated across from him:
"Mercantile ships refuse to dock at Valkan ports citing extortion by ne'er-do-wells...increased reports of fistfights, stabbings and other violent crimes...propaganda littered in taverns proclaiming the death of all 'that is right and Vadrudorian'...heated debates between Vikar and factions..." He looked up from the reports just in time for the carriage to hit a large groove in the road, prompting his lithe frame to jolt upward, head hitting the ceiling of the carriage. Muttering a curse, he nodded towards the nearly fully covered woman across from him.
"What do you think of all this, Iris? Surely amidst the Shadow's ranks you've heard more concrete things."

Royal Distraction [IC] [The Raven CallsxOathmaker]

Hey hey! Just getting the thread on the board. IC is incoming.

Oathmaker's list of plots and fandoms [18+]

Hey folks! I'm Oathmaker; a pleasure.

About me

-I'm situated in CST, but I'm totally fine with any and all time zones. Some of my favorite partners have been in the UK!
-Like many of you, I work full-time and have personal obligations (i.e.: family lol). All that to say that my post frequency can vary a LOT. When I'm traveling for work, I might be able to post two times a day due to me being stationary; when I'm at home, I might only post two to three times a week if that. I will be super communicative about how things are going and I'd appreciate it if you can do the same.
-I tend to write, on average, two to three paragraphs. I won't write more for the sake of more, though, so if our charries are in the middle of a battle scene, there might not be more than a paragraph depending on context...or there might be a wall of text lol. Just depends on what the story calls for.
-I avoid writing out anything beyond fade to black; I'm just not good at it.
-I tend to get up to PG-13 in my writing with some dabbling in borderline R-rated stuff, but again, depends on the context and if the story calls for it.
-I LOVE world building and brainstorming, so please don't hesitate to plan with me! That's half the fun. I love it when partners throw in their own twists, turns, etc as well, so don't be afraid to do that as well (obviously don't kill my character unless we talk about it lol).

The good stuff

I've got several loose ideas below in different fandoms as well as an original world that I'm building out for a campaign I hope to run in the future. Feel free to pick something you like here or shoot me an idea you have. The pairings below have roles you can pick from unless I've designated something I'm really craving to play.

Idea 1:
Fandom: Star Wars-Old Republic timeframe
Premise: A young Jedi Knight is plagued by visions of a horrific war between Jedi factions instigated by a mastermind Sith that has infiltrated the ranks of the Order. Across the galaxy, a young Sith Inquisitor is also tormented by visions, except roles are reversed. When these two eventually happen upon each other's presence on Nar Shaddaa during conflicting operations, they both sense that they share a bond...but to what end? And which visions are to be believed, if either? And most importantly, what is the Force trying to tell them?

Idea 2:
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Premise: With the Elder Brain defeated and Baldur's Gate rebuilding from the chaos that the Chosen Three would have inflicted on the Sword Coast, the heroes of Faerun have all but disappeared from the limelight thanks to the relative peace that has come over the land. Yet, a traveller to Baldur's Gate stumbles upon a series of carved runes arranged in a circle, each with a mysterious symbol on them. In the center of the circle lies a bloodied heap of a person, their life essence barely clinging to their corporeal form. What happened to this pour soul? What are these runes?

Idea 2a:
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Premise: With the Elder Brain defeated, the half-Elf Nuvyen [MC] and his love, Shadowheart [YC], seek solitude in the northern part of the Coast. Just a few months pass by until a bloodied note posted on their door reminds them both that Shar is still watching, hungering for the power that Shadowheart innately has within her. The note simply states: "Return to where you were born".

Idea 3:
Fandom: Persona 5
Premise: Seven years have gone by. Seven boring, drudgery filled years that saw the eventual drifting of the Phantom Thieves. A few remain in some contact, but for the most part, life rent their once formidable bond apart. Ren [MC], the former leader of the Thieves, has settled into a entry level software developer position for a mid-level tech company in Osaka, where Morgana still dwells with him in their cramped apartment and reminds Ren about once a week that he was very stupid for letting his relationship with Ann [YC] drift to the point where they hadn't spoken in at least five years. One dreary evening, Ren receives a text from an unknown number that invites him to a cafe and promises to tell him something that the "leader of the Thieves" should know.

Hey hey!

Hi folks! I'm Oathmaker (among other names lol). About me:
-Been writing a long, long time and have done all sorts of roleplaying (including being a Dungeon Master)
-I have two Corgis and are the cutest potatoes ever
-My current writing obsession is fantasy-based thanks to BG3, a re-read of LOTR and wrapping up a D&D campaign set on the sword coast
-I have a soft spot for the Persona series (mainly 4 and 5)

Hope to write with you all soon!