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What You Need To Know

• King Axthelion of Craulannen and King Lucarious of Ostrar are the two rulers currently waging war on each other. They both also happen to lead the largest armies and each hold considerable allies. Everyone else is caught in the middle.
• The Khrysopos is hidden away somewhere on southern Otàe regions, a no man's land. This information is only know by royalty.

Lore

Map

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Key:

large yellow names = islands
large white names = kingdoms
small white names = capital cities

Kingdom Histories, Rulers, & Diplomatic Standpoints

• Filler...

Customs & Religions

• Hair

Species

Taurs

• Centaur {horse}
• Cervitaur {deer}
• Lamia {snake}
• Sphinx {big cats}

Humans

• Shortest lifespan.

Elves

• Longest lifespan.

Mythos

• Deity; worshiped among many religions and shunned by others.
• Dies to give way to the new generation so age varies.
• Can "see death" and heals injuries of varying severity with its bare hands.

The Khrysopos is a sacred being, identified at birth by its bright yellow eyes and clean white hair/fur. It is a mysterious creature with ominous foreshadowing abilities and can be born from any of the known intelligent species that walk this planet. None of the kingdoms are allowed to keep it. The first and only war which involved all kingdoms was when it was discovered that one was keeping a Khysopos in secret. That kingdom no longer exists.

Order of the Unicorn

• Originally there were 27 unicorns in existence. The lands were divided accordingly and therefore each kingdom possessed exactly 1. Their numbers now are unconfirmed and rumored to be extinct.
• Dangerous albeit loyal creatures; most commonly used to protect the royal king and queen but also kept simply as a show of wealth and power.
• There are 4 cases in history where one was used to pursue and execute a highly dangerous criminal who'd escaped custody. None failed.

The truth is that there are no unicorns. They never existed and that is the reason a peasant had never laid eyes upon one, not even in the wild. It's all a front. The Order Of The Unicorn is a highly trained, highly elite category of knights who carry out classified tasks in the name of the king. They all ride on horseback and carry custom-made spears to perpetuate rumors of unicorn sightings/killings and disguise their existence. {x}

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<sub>「ᴀᴜɪᴜᴍ」 「ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ」 「ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣ᴇɪɢʜᴛ」「ᴄᴇʀᴠɪᴛᴀᴜʀ」 「ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜʀʏꜱᴏᴘᴏꜱ」
「ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ」 「ʙᴏᴅʏ」

「ᴄʟᴇʏᴏʙᴀɴᴛʜᴀʟ﹐ꜱᴏɴ ᴏғ ɢʀᴀᴋᴀɴᴅᴀꜱʜ」 「ᴍᴀʟᴇ」 「ɴ/ᴀ」「ꜱᴘʜɪɴx/ᴇʟғ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ」 「ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜʀʏꜱᴏᴘᴏꜱ」
「ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ」

「"ᴋᴇʀʙᴇʀᴏꜱ"」 「ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ」 「ɴ/ᴀ」「ᴇʟғ」 「ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜʀʏꜱᴏᴘᴏꜱ」
「ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ」 「ᴜɴɪғᴏʀᴍ」

「ꜱɪʀ ɴᴏɪʀ ᴅɪɴᴅʀᴀᴜɢ﹐ꜱᴏɴ ᴏғ ʀᴏʜᴀɴ ᴅɪɴᴅʀᴀᴜɢ」 「ᴍᴀʟᴇ」 「ғᴏʀᴛʏ﹣ᴏɴᴇ」 「ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ」 「ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴄᴏʀɴ」
「ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ」 「ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ﹠ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀɪᴇʀ」

「"🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇫​🇴​🇷​🇪​🇸​🇹'🇸​ 🇸​🇭​🇦​🇩​🇴​🇼​"」 「ɴ/ᴀ」 「ɴ/ᴀ」「ʀᴜᴍᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴏʟғ」 「ɴ/ᴀ」
「ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ」</sub>

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_{This is a private, 1x1 role-play between Shiva and puddingpunter. Do not post without explicit permission.}

The Johnson Gang

She was almost uncomfortable with the stretched silence and began to feel the warmth of a blush dust her cheeks. But then Angel asked about the origins of her second language and Céline was able to relax now that the creepy vibe she was getting from his disappeared. 'Oh', she thought. His tease had also helped and she couldn't help but chuckle with him. She hadn't realized how much she missed home until now, it was nice to be able to speak her language again. Sure Céline was fluent in English but it was not her first language nor was it the primary tongue spoken in her household. That would depend on which parent she was speaking with but English was only really ever used during formal conversations around guests or for the servants.

Angel's answer was a relief to hear. Céline had assumed as much but it felt good to have some sort of confirmation; it was a small reassurance albeit enough to soothe her nerves. As long as nobody killed each other then it would be relatively easy for her tolerate regular outbursts such as these. Céline supposed that, considering the type of people this group consisted, this was a small price to pay. 'Almost too easy' she mentally noted. "My name's Céline, sir. I am sorry to disappoint but my father was the Spaniard of the family so the mystery dies there." Truthful enough; hopefully Angel would be satisfied with that information. "What about yourself? Any secrets I should be wary of?"

Exodus

I'm honestly down for anything at this point, so long as the plot keeps moving and we can make it work.

Exodus

His True Sight made his suffering all the worse.

Poor dude. @SashaWindrider

Nᴏᴛ A Dɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ

Mira accepted the tin and started grabbing her coins by the handful to stuff them all in. "What's wrong with getting them mixed?" she curiously inquired. If they had both worked hard to earn this, didn't it therefore mean that it belonged to the both of them? By that logic it seemed to Mira that there was no point in wasting time by fussing over separating it.

Exodus

"Cookies..." Je'Nai deadpanned. If anyone tried convincing her that these apex predators liked baked pastries then she would have laughed in their face. Yet here she was, watching the most dangerous and intelligent creature known in history, munching on cookies. What made this whole thing more amusing was that the dragon eggs were apparently mistaken for rocks and that was the only reason they were here now. Je'Nai huffed in amusement and redirected her gaze to Prince Seph. "So, when do we begin our work? As much as I'd like to continue our discussion, it can wait a bit."

---

"Don't fret, I'll be fine. I've interacted with a few during my stay here and it seems that our kind is nonexistent, according to them. Those who would accuse me of being an outsider would be brushed off. So although it is entirely possible someone may suspect there is something different about me, they don't believe I do not belong because otherwise they would have no other explanation." Ma'ai had heard whispers of ancient texts which spoke of something akin to angels and demons but since he had yet to get a hold of one of these books, he couldn't make anything of this information.

Exodus

"Hm, yes but where did they come from? Dragon eggs don't just poof onto a ship out of nowhere." At this point Je'Nai was not deliberately attempting to avoid awkward silence, instead now she was actually curious. She'd heard the rumors; stones cold as death suddenly cracking open to reveal little hatchlings. A peculiar story but rumors were not to be trusted. "Illegal traders? A gift? I sincerely doubt their mother just handed them over to you. Angry mothers are quite scary."

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"Dogs and cats, as they've been called. Perhaps the next time I must go back outside the barrier I'll bring one back for you so you can see what I mean. Although I personally prefer the rabbits, those are incredible soft and so small."

Exodus

Je'Nai accepted and gracefully lowered herself on the rock beside Prince Seph, crossing her ankles and letting her hands rest in her lap. She may have never personally met a royal before but that didn't mean she had forgotten her etiquette lessons. "I'll be sure to keep my mouth shut. Can't have your pretty face skewered on a pike after I've worked so hard on it." However, not all the rules needed to be followed. The Prince's looks were no secret so Je'Nai could only hope her somewhat dark sense of humor wouldn't annoy him too much. It would be a shame if he fired her before she even got to start. Je'Nai tried not to smile and chewed on her lower lip as she turned her face away from him. "Where'd you get the dragons from?"

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The angel looked up at the sky and took a moment to ponder his answer. "They are very odd" he chuckled. "We have some parallels with mankind but it can be hard to see. None don wings nor seem to wield any special abilities so they're all kind of defenseless beings. They have an established hierarchy, like us, but many of their kingdoms are not actually lead by royal blood. Instead they are selected from the general populace and picked out according to who's the most preferred. They use strange weapons. And their pets... They decided to collect and own some of the wildlife but then removed the animals' more dangerous hunting instincts through generations of selective breeding programs and created cute but weak little versions of them so they are safe to keep within households."