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SyrianHamster said
You don't think I'm overdoing it with the new area do you? My original plan was to keep this RP small and focused in one region, but as the interest built I worrid that 22 regions wasn't not big enough.
Actually it's fair for every country now. The northern ones will have to deal with the black ships while the rest have to face the remnants of Bohaddon and the warbands, something I doubt any nation will be able to do on its own. This is gonna be good.
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@orangebox, Up for some tradin'? Am planning to have my people reach your people soon if that's alright with you and you don't have any other plans.
@orangebox, Up for some tradin'? Am planning to have my people reach your people soon if that's alright with you and you don't have any other plans.
Freywyn
The Godborn Trial
«Speak daughter, speak and let us know of the living.»
Myra wasn't sure whether she was alive or dead or something in between. Last thing she remembered was drinking the poison in front of the Librarian and fainting seconds later. Now, she was apparently only a conscience, only a voice standing in front of the Mother.
«Mother, your children honor you. I, Myra Falkenbrough, daughter of no one and wife to Lord Toryllis Brosca the High Ruler of Freywyn, have invoked the trial of the Godborn as I wish to obtain the Oathbreaker and through it, end the era of solitude.»
«You wish not only to carry the Oathbreaker, dear, you wish also to bear a son for your beloved man and become a woman respected by all in a society of men. Is it not true?»
«It is, Mother.»
«Then for letting you survive the trial, I demand a life. Will you accept, mortal?»
Myra didn't reply immediately. Gods enjoyed toying with the living and a life was quite the price to pay yet perhaps the future of Freywyn was bound to her decision.
«I accept Mother, eternal be your kingdom.»
Halls of Unity
«I understand Master York, your notes have been given to the greatest minds of our nation and soon we will be able to determine whether Bohaddon is the vile serpent you claim it to be and whether we should contact them or not. Either way, our first goal is to reach the islands in the north, a journey our ships can surely make, isn't that right, Master Shen?»
Toryllis returned to Admeryn a couple of days ago and as soon as the sun rose he summoned the Whispers in order to inform them on the preparations needed for opening the borders and meeting outlanders although many of his advisors told him to wait for the Queen to survive her ordeal. Truth be told, he argued for hours with her in order to convince her not to do such a dangerous and pointless thing yet, as always, she didn't give an inch once she had made up her mind.
«Provided that the winds favor us, we'll be setting foot on those lands within a week my Lord.»
«Excellent. General Trane, how does the Silent Watch fare?»
«Morale is still high Lord yet our fighters itch for a worthy challenge. Friendly duels and hunting don't offer the thrill, the adrenaline rush of a true kill-or-die situation anymore.»
«I want you to start planning for a possible war with every single one of our neighbours and to equip every single one of the Watch as if tomorrow we'd face the forces of every kingdom combined. I want us to be ready even to face the Gods themselves.»
«Understood, my Lord. Should I start assembling an invasion force?»
«Of course not. We swore to suppress our warlike nature therefore we will not invade even the weakest of them all. At least until we make sure of their true colors.»
«As you wish.»
«Now then, we should choose an ambassador to send-»
«My Lord!»
A young woman stood at the door of the Hall, one step away from setting foot on the sacred ground.
Toryllis recognized her, Sillia was one of Myra's ladies-in-waiting and he felt his heart start pounding as if it wanted to escape its cage of flesh and bone.
«Sillia, you bring news of my wife?»
«Yes Lord, Queen Myra has survived the ordeal and is performing the rites in order to receive the Oathbreaker from the Librarian!» the girl said, barely holding back a smile.
«Good.» he simply replied, feeling as if a mountain had been lifted of his back.
«Lords, brace yourselves. A new era is coming.»
End of an era
Thousands of Freywe had gathered in the biggest port of the nation in order to watch Queen Myra and her entourage set sail on the pride of the shipwrights, the Farseer, a medium sized vessel with a crew of 15 and enough room to comfortably accommodate 20 more.
«If you want a ship that will carry you to the ends of the sea through waves as tall as the towers of Caan, there you have it Milady.» said Cirdan Wondam, master shipwright, as he stood next to the Queen who was admiring the ship.
«Thank you Master Cirdan, I am certain it will serve me well. You should be proud of your creation.»
«Well t-thank you my Queen, it's an honor.» the old man replied with his cheeks turning red. It was a rare honor for a shipwright to be commended and it would certainly bring great pride to his caste.
«The last few crates of supplies have been stored aboard the ship, my Queen.» Lord Toryllis said, his voice a whisper.
«Then it is time, isn't it?» she replied as she turned to him, the Oathbreaker's blade hanging loose to her side, a blade older than the nation of Freywyn. «I will return with goods news, my Lord.» she said, her eyes meeting his and saying more than a thousand bards could sing in two lifetimes.
«May the winds be ever in your favor, my Queen.» A smile appeared on his usually serious-around-others face as she walked on the ramp and set foot on the Farseer, her new home for many days to come.
Toryllis left the port as soon as the ship was but a tiny black dot to the naked eye, eager to follow his own plans regarding contact with the outside world.
«Contact Viranna Jenko. Tell her I'll be expecting her in my quarters tonight and to keep our meeting a secret.» he whispered to one of his personal guards, the fabled Immortals, as he made way towards the fort overlooking the port, his home.
«Speak daughter, speak and let us know of the living.»
Myra wasn't sure whether she was alive or dead or something in between. Last thing she remembered was drinking the poison in front of the Librarian and fainting seconds later. Now, she was apparently only a conscience, only a voice standing in front of the Mother.
«Mother, your children honor you. I, Myra Falkenbrough, daughter of no one and wife to Lord Toryllis Brosca the High Ruler of Freywyn, have invoked the trial of the Godborn as I wish to obtain the Oathbreaker and through it, end the era of solitude.»
«You wish not only to carry the Oathbreaker, dear, you wish also to bear a son for your beloved man and become a woman respected by all in a society of men. Is it not true?»
«It is, Mother.»
«Then for letting you survive the trial, I demand a life. Will you accept, mortal?»
Myra didn't reply immediately. Gods enjoyed toying with the living and a life was quite the price to pay yet perhaps the future of Freywyn was bound to her decision.
«I accept Mother, eternal be your kingdom.»
«I understand Master York, your notes have been given to the greatest minds of our nation and soon we will be able to determine whether Bohaddon is the vile serpent you claim it to be and whether we should contact them or not. Either way, our first goal is to reach the islands in the north, a journey our ships can surely make, isn't that right, Master Shen?»
Toryllis returned to Admeryn a couple of days ago and as soon as the sun rose he summoned the Whispers in order to inform them on the preparations needed for opening the borders and meeting outlanders although many of his advisors told him to wait for the Queen to survive her ordeal. Truth be told, he argued for hours with her in order to convince her not to do such a dangerous and pointless thing yet, as always, she didn't give an inch once she had made up her mind.
«Provided that the winds favor us, we'll be setting foot on those lands within a week my Lord.»
«Excellent. General Trane, how does the Silent Watch fare?»
«Morale is still high Lord yet our fighters itch for a worthy challenge. Friendly duels and hunting don't offer the thrill, the adrenaline rush of a true kill-or-die situation anymore.»
«I want you to start planning for a possible war with every single one of our neighbours and to equip every single one of the Watch as if tomorrow we'd face the forces of every kingdom combined. I want us to be ready even to face the Gods themselves.»
«Understood, my Lord. Should I start assembling an invasion force?»
«Of course not. We swore to suppress our warlike nature therefore we will not invade even the weakest of them all. At least until we make sure of their true colors.»
«As you wish.»
«Now then, we should choose an ambassador to send-»
«My Lord!»
A young woman stood at the door of the Hall, one step away from setting foot on the sacred ground.
Toryllis recognized her, Sillia was one of Myra's ladies-in-waiting and he felt his heart start pounding as if it wanted to escape its cage of flesh and bone.
«Sillia, you bring news of my wife?»
«Yes Lord, Queen Myra has survived the ordeal and is performing the rites in order to receive the Oathbreaker from the Librarian!» the girl said, barely holding back a smile.
«Good.» he simply replied, feeling as if a mountain had been lifted of his back.
«Lords, brace yourselves. A new era is coming.»
Thousands of Freywe had gathered in the biggest port of the nation in order to watch Queen Myra and her entourage set sail on the pride of the shipwrights, the Farseer, a medium sized vessel with a crew of 15 and enough room to comfortably accommodate 20 more.
«If you want a ship that will carry you to the ends of the sea through waves as tall as the towers of Caan, there you have it Milady.» said Cirdan Wondam, master shipwright, as he stood next to the Queen who was admiring the ship.
«Thank you Master Cirdan, I am certain it will serve me well. You should be proud of your creation.»
«Well t-thank you my Queen, it's an honor.» the old man replied with his cheeks turning red. It was a rare honor for a shipwright to be commended and it would certainly bring great pride to his caste.
«The last few crates of supplies have been stored aboard the ship, my Queen.» Lord Toryllis said, his voice a whisper.
«Then it is time, isn't it?» she replied as she turned to him, the Oathbreaker's blade hanging loose to her side, a blade older than the nation of Freywyn. «I will return with goods news, my Lord.» she said, her eyes meeting his and saying more than a thousand bards could sing in two lifetimes.
«May the winds be ever in your favor, my Queen.» A smile appeared on his usually serious-around-others face as she walked on the ramp and set foot on the Farseer, her new home for many days to come.
Toryllis left the port as soon as the ship was but a tiny black dot to the naked eye, eager to follow his own plans regarding contact with the outside world.
«Contact Viranna Jenko. Tell her I'll be expecting her in my quarters tonight and to keep our meeting a secret.» he whispered to one of his personal guards, the fabled Immortals, as he made way towards the fort overlooking the port, his home.
Actually Bishop, I'd really like to know too what program you used to make the map. I'll be posting soon-ish by the way.
Hey, hey, hey, I want to be in a team too! 
Freywyn
The Scarlet Blade
It wasn't a morning like the others. This one was a sunrise hundreds of 15-year-old boys have been training for since they could understand basic vocabulary. They would get their once-in-a-lifetime chance to literally fight for their future. Each one, depending on how well he fared in the Provings, would be assigned to a caste and from there, he would learn his trade and aid the nation while keeping his body trained and his sword sharp as dictated by ancient law.
«My lord, your presence inspires us all.»
«Master Ellis, a pleasure to see you.» Toryllis Brosca, the Blademaster of Freywyn, First of the Forgotten, Lord Oblivion himself, replied, his young face serious as always and carrying a wisdom unexpected for his age. «Tell me, what of this year's class? Will they put me to shame or shall I carry the title of Blademaster for a year longer?»
«You're too hopeful Lord, swordsmen like yourself appear once every ten generations and you're still young and healthy.» the short but respected Ellis Vinfordell, trainer of thousands of men and slayer of even more according to the stories spread like wildfire between his students, replied to his ruler -and former student of his, of course- before they sat on the pleasantly cool stone surface surrounding the Gauntlet, a marvel of architecture and a place where the blood spilt made the sea pale in comparison. Soon, the 392 boys split into four teams and marched towards the center of the arena under the cheers of three thousand of Freywyn's finest. Once they stopped, the whole stadium went silent as it was time for the Lord's speech.
«Brothers and sisters.» Toryllis began. «Once more, our children will prove to themselves today that there is indeed nothing they cannot achieve through unity. Some will rise higher than ever before and some will fall, the first lesson we are ever taught.» he continued as he stood up.
«Vol naurn dethan kongo!» he yelled, the ancient phrase which pretty much defined their culture before hearing the crowd excitedly reply with the also ancient answer.
«Av'Vol kongo, naurn!»
***
The fights began and before sunset, 294 men were left standing and allowed to join the nation as true sons of Freywyn.
***
Once they were cleaned and dressed, they presented themselves before the Lord who was now holding the prize of the finest among them, the Scarlet Blade for the fighter who stood above the rest.
«Move forward Akun, son of Keras.» Toryllis's calm voice echoed throughout the arena. A man, for someone who has seen so much death cannot still be a boy, stepped forward and bowed in front of his Ruler, barely holding the tears back.
«These tears, why are you wasting them boy?»
«For my brothers!» he yelled, breaking down.
«Stand and bear this blade! This will never let you forget how killing your own brother feels like, how killing in general feels like! I was once, in the same situation as you and still there are nights when the faces of the slain visit me in my dreams. Rise soldier and wield this blade with pride, for you are carrying not only your dreams but the dreams of those who fell as well!» the Lord said and the young one accepted his prize, if one could consider it a prize.
***
«What a beautiful afternoon.» Ellis's soothing voice sounded behind him. The ceremony ended a few hours ago and Toryllis was taking a little break from his duties, enjoying the view of Freywyn's valleys before returning to Admeryn where he spent most of his days in the Halls.
«It would be nice if the Queen was here, wouldn't it, Ellis?»
«Well Lord, for me, I'd rather if my Lady wasn't here.» the old man said and they both laughed, unaware of the days to come.
Halls of Unity
Avaris Tonya, appointed Master of Commerce and representative of every trader in the nation, kept pacing back and forth with a candle in his hands, praying to the Gods for a way to convince the rest of the representatives about the severity of the problem at hand and how dire their situation would become in a few months time if they didn't take immediate measures. Behind him, the rest of the Whispers sat in silence and in darkness since only the one speaking could carry the flame. The Hall of Unity was located in Admeryn's Cloud District and it was built in such a way that even the weakest of whispers could be heard inside its stone walls while blocking the noise of the always busy port below.
«Dear brothers.» He never liked the complete blindness and silence of the Hall. It made him uneasy.
«What is a trader's most valuable possession?»
«His pouch o' coins!» a voice yelled, earning many laughs.
«I kid you not, but 'tis not the pouch! It's his horse! His trusty horse which carries the cargo through winter and spring, day and night, rain or snow. It'd even tread on Hell's dirt if we ordered it so!»
He paused to catch his breath.
«But what if I told you that, the current number of horses in our lands will not hold us for another year? 'Tis imperative that we break these walls of solitude that we built so many years ago and start trading with the outlanders! Who knows what luxuries and what materials we have ignored for so long! We should immediatelly contact our neighbours and be it through gold or through blade, we must get our horses!»
And of course, after such a proposal and as expected, Hell broke loose.
Avaris couldn't quite make out what the representatives were saying since there were so many of them with each one yelling at the top of his lungs but he was certain that a third of them was openly challenging him to a duel, another third was swearing on their mothers' bones that they had seen a vision where the Gods warned them of this while the last third was declaring war on every horse owner out there. And all that, in total darkness.
«Witness world, the Whispers of Freywyn. The men representing the nation.»
The woman's mocking voice stopped the 100 yelling men faster than an arrow travels. Only one had that kind of power and only one was allowed to set foot in those Halls.
«Queen Myra, we... we were not aware of your presence. We do know that Lord Oblivion is currently attending the Provings in Caan but we thought that you wouldn't be interested in such... mundane matters.»
«Master Varanis, a matter where the breaking of the Oath is discussed is something I do find myself very interested in. Would our Lord not attend this meeting? Would he find it, how did you put it, mundane?»
«No, of course not, milady, apologies.»
«Do not apologise lord, for it is great courage and love of the nation that drove you to face the Whispers with such a seemingly mad proposition. And fear not for the fate of this country for we will do what we must do therefore I, by the authority vested in me by our Lord, call for the Oathbreaker and with the Mother as my champion, I will prevail.»
The silence was even deeper this time as Myra Falkenbrough, a woman with twice as many haters as fans and someone who was not part of Freywyn but rather found as an abandoned newborn, invoked one of the oldest traditions in their culture, the right for her to drink a potent hallucinogenic poison which, if she survived, would proclaim her Godborn, someone with the blood of a God in her veins and mark her worthy of carrying the Oathbreaker, a blade which would give her the right to break the oath to never forge ties with other nations taken so long ago.
It wasn't a morning like the others. This one was a sunrise hundreds of 15-year-old boys have been training for since they could understand basic vocabulary. They would get their once-in-a-lifetime chance to literally fight for their future. Each one, depending on how well he fared in the Provings, would be assigned to a caste and from there, he would learn his trade and aid the nation while keeping his body trained and his sword sharp as dictated by ancient law.
«My lord, your presence inspires us all.»
«Master Ellis, a pleasure to see you.» Toryllis Brosca, the Blademaster of Freywyn, First of the Forgotten, Lord Oblivion himself, replied, his young face serious as always and carrying a wisdom unexpected for his age. «Tell me, what of this year's class? Will they put me to shame or shall I carry the title of Blademaster for a year longer?»
«You're too hopeful Lord, swordsmen like yourself appear once every ten generations and you're still young and healthy.» the short but respected Ellis Vinfordell, trainer of thousands of men and slayer of even more according to the stories spread like wildfire between his students, replied to his ruler -and former student of his, of course- before they sat on the pleasantly cool stone surface surrounding the Gauntlet, a marvel of architecture and a place where the blood spilt made the sea pale in comparison. Soon, the 392 boys split into four teams and marched towards the center of the arena under the cheers of three thousand of Freywyn's finest. Once they stopped, the whole stadium went silent as it was time for the Lord's speech.
«Brothers and sisters.» Toryllis began. «Once more, our children will prove to themselves today that there is indeed nothing they cannot achieve through unity. Some will rise higher than ever before and some will fall, the first lesson we are ever taught.» he continued as he stood up.
«Vol naurn dethan kongo!» he yelled, the ancient phrase which pretty much defined their culture before hearing the crowd excitedly reply with the also ancient answer.
«Av'Vol kongo, naurn!»
***
The fights began and before sunset, 294 men were left standing and allowed to join the nation as true sons of Freywyn.
***
Once they were cleaned and dressed, they presented themselves before the Lord who was now holding the prize of the finest among them, the Scarlet Blade for the fighter who stood above the rest.
«Move forward Akun, son of Keras.» Toryllis's calm voice echoed throughout the arena. A man, for someone who has seen so much death cannot still be a boy, stepped forward and bowed in front of his Ruler, barely holding the tears back.
«These tears, why are you wasting them boy?»
«For my brothers!» he yelled, breaking down.
«Stand and bear this blade! This will never let you forget how killing your own brother feels like, how killing in general feels like! I was once, in the same situation as you and still there are nights when the faces of the slain visit me in my dreams. Rise soldier and wield this blade with pride, for you are carrying not only your dreams but the dreams of those who fell as well!» the Lord said and the young one accepted his prize, if one could consider it a prize.
***
«What a beautiful afternoon.» Ellis's soothing voice sounded behind him. The ceremony ended a few hours ago and Toryllis was taking a little break from his duties, enjoying the view of Freywyn's valleys before returning to Admeryn where he spent most of his days in the Halls.
«It would be nice if the Queen was here, wouldn't it, Ellis?»
«Well Lord, for me, I'd rather if my Lady wasn't here.» the old man said and they both laughed, unaware of the days to come.
Avaris Tonya, appointed Master of Commerce and representative of every trader in the nation, kept pacing back and forth with a candle in his hands, praying to the Gods for a way to convince the rest of the representatives about the severity of the problem at hand and how dire their situation would become in a few months time if they didn't take immediate measures. Behind him, the rest of the Whispers sat in silence and in darkness since only the one speaking could carry the flame. The Hall of Unity was located in Admeryn's Cloud District and it was built in such a way that even the weakest of whispers could be heard inside its stone walls while blocking the noise of the always busy port below.
«Dear brothers.» He never liked the complete blindness and silence of the Hall. It made him uneasy.
«What is a trader's most valuable possession?»
«His pouch o' coins!» a voice yelled, earning many laughs.
«I kid you not, but 'tis not the pouch! It's his horse! His trusty horse which carries the cargo through winter and spring, day and night, rain or snow. It'd even tread on Hell's dirt if we ordered it so!»
He paused to catch his breath.
«But what if I told you that, the current number of horses in our lands will not hold us for another year? 'Tis imperative that we break these walls of solitude that we built so many years ago and start trading with the outlanders! Who knows what luxuries and what materials we have ignored for so long! We should immediatelly contact our neighbours and be it through gold or through blade, we must get our horses!»
And of course, after such a proposal and as expected, Hell broke loose.
Avaris couldn't quite make out what the representatives were saying since there were so many of them with each one yelling at the top of his lungs but he was certain that a third of them was openly challenging him to a duel, another third was swearing on their mothers' bones that they had seen a vision where the Gods warned them of this while the last third was declaring war on every horse owner out there. And all that, in total darkness.
«Witness world, the Whispers of Freywyn. The men representing the nation.»
The woman's mocking voice stopped the 100 yelling men faster than an arrow travels. Only one had that kind of power and only one was allowed to set foot in those Halls.
«Queen Myra, we... we were not aware of your presence. We do know that Lord Oblivion is currently attending the Provings in Caan but we thought that you wouldn't be interested in such... mundane matters.»
«Master Varanis, a matter where the breaking of the Oath is discussed is something I do find myself very interested in. Would our Lord not attend this meeting? Would he find it, how did you put it, mundane?»
«No, of course not, milady, apologies.»
«Do not apologise lord, for it is great courage and love of the nation that drove you to face the Whispers with such a seemingly mad proposition. And fear not for the fate of this country for we will do what we must do therefore I, by the authority vested in me by our Lord, call for the Oathbreaker and with the Mother as my champion, I will prevail.»
The silence was even deeper this time as Myra Falkenbrough, a woman with twice as many haters as fans and someone who was not part of Freywyn but rather found as an abandoned newborn, invoked one of the oldest traditions in their culture, the right for her to drink a potent hallucinogenic poison which, if she survived, would proclaim her Godborn, someone with the blood of a God in her veins and mark her worthy of carrying the Oathbreaker, a blade which would give her the right to break the oath to never forge ties with other nations taken so long ago.
Posted, although it might have turned out a bit more detailed and high-fantasy-ish that I would've liked.
Concerning the matter of GM intervention, SyrianHamster looks like a seasoned GM so I'll trust his judgement. Wouldn't mind some random events though.
Anyway, am off for some much needed sleep, g'night. From my timezone at least.
Concerning the matter of GM intervention, SyrianHamster looks like a seasoned GM so I'll trust his judgement. Wouldn't mind some random events though.
Anyway, am off for some much needed sleep, g'night. From my timezone at least.
So excited for this, will start working on a post.
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