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Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

Post is up. Dun dun dun.

Well, the first part anyway

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

To Wage a War - Part I

The scream of seagulls as they wheeled and dove over the Grand Harbour barely cut through the mass of noise below. The birds were a menace to any food stuffs left on the quay. They were also incredibly stupid. One had spied what it thought to be food, dove, and slammed head first into a cage of thin mesh netting. Some exotic creature was now doing its best to tear the gulls head off, the white wings frantically beating at the cage as the gull tried to withdraw its head from the unseen trap. To late.

This was but one scene playing out on a massive scale all along the main Quay. Roads came from all directions, the huge marble stones that had been set generations before ended here, giving way to waterfront. Huge oaken planks as thick as a mans waist stretched out on countless piers, some hundreds of feet long, looking like so many teeth into the Grand Harbour. The largest and deepest harbour in the known world, totally surrounded on all sides by hills that had slowly been absorbed by Ordensburg as city had grown in size.

Spring had always been a busy time as merchants prepared to sail for the colder regions as the ice began to break up, but this Spring something was different. The huge number of Electorate Trade Caravels normally expected still sat anchored in deeper water, small packet boats swarming about them like insects. But there was no denying the incredible number of foreign ships present this year, hundreds of them, varying in size from small galleys to great leviathans, all drawn to the Electorate by the promise of gold. And not just ships, but soldiers, tens of thousands of them.

Every Port City of the Electorate played host to similar scenes as mercenaries, sell swords, seekers of fortune and fame, all hurried to answer the Grand Elector's call to arms. Any fool could see war was coming, the signs were everywhere, but none knew could say for certain where hammer blow would land. Rumours hinted that no greater force had been seen amassed since the days of the Adronian Empire.

At a nondescript jetty tucked quietly between two tall warehouses stood a red robed Inquisitor. A pair of keen green eyes gazed out from a face of flawless ivory skin, watching a small boat putting out from a nearby merchant ship, four sailors pulling strongly at the oars. Three figures, all hooded, sat quietly in the bow of the boat, their heads lowered to prevent recognition.

Behind the Inquisitor waited three carriages, no different from the hundreds of cabs that plied the streets of the Capital at first glance. The drivers even slouched in their seats, apparently uninterested in what was going on but each man was a highly trained Practical, the soldiers of the Inquisition. It was a simple ruse but one that had allowed the Inquisition move freely about the Electorate without anyone the wiser for a hundred years.

As the boat touched the jetty a sailor sprang forward to secure the vessel to the edge of the quay. In a moment the three figures had disembarked, hurrying up the stone towards the Inquisitor. The boat meanwhile shoved off and began to row back to sea. Just another ordinary looking cog in the secret war the Inquisition waged on behalf of the Electorate.

No words were exchanged between the Inquisitor and her visitors, rather she simply pointed to a carriage, and then to an individual, and each one bowed their head before climbing into the assigned cab. The Inquisitor glanced around once, the Practical’s who had been ensuring no curious eyes approached were already fading into the city, then she climbed into the nearest cab, banged the roof and they were off.

“Welcome back.” She said, her voice almost soothing to hear.

“Thank you.” A voice hissed out from under the hood and it was pulled back to reveal a reptilian face and unblinking eyes. “We are ready.”

“You have made your preparations then?” A pair of knee high white socks crossed themselves as the Inquisitor leaned back against the wall of the cab. She found this species interesting but was always mildly offended by how harsh their breath smelt.

“Yes. My comrades and I will rise as soon as your troops begin their landing. You must keep your word we will not be harmed and given our rightful place!” A long tongue flickered, tasting the air and the Inquisitor wondered idly how she smelt to him. Food for thought another time.

“You have the Grand Electors promise in writing. Your support, full support,” She stressed the last two words with a hiss to match the reptiles. “Will result in you getting everything you have asked for.”

A slow toothy grin crept across the reptiles face. “Excellent…” The word was a low hiss. “Vengeance is at hand.”

The Inquisitor smiled but there was no warmth in it, it was almost as sinister as the reptile’s own grimace.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

No worries either way. This RP is going to be mighty boring if we all tiptoe around the real issue of why we joined it in the first place.

I'm working on a post at the moment, it may end up coming in parts as it's going to be a doozey and I don't want you guy waiting on me forever!

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

I'll cause mayhem you can all join in some how if you wish!

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

Lauder, I love your allies. It's kind of like the Picts and Mongols offering to help the Mayans fight a war... All words but more or less impossible to get there in a timely fashion! Still, I do like the taste of lizard people...

Legion X51, Area 12 is mine. But I think 5 is available.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

Copy that. I'll post in the next 24/48 hours, work depending.

Additionally, can we get a map update please? Just so we know who is here and who isn't? I'm picking a target for a war so I have something to write about!

Thanks!

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

GM cool with me invading a neighbour?

Beneath our Two Suns

Going to be honest Aaron, unless we get more bodies I won't be posting. I have seen a few awesome such ideas die for lack of diversity and I don't feel like pouring a shit ton of effort in to have it die. I know, not to post because of inactivity seems silly, but there are currently three of us, and your ever critical shadow (Hugz).

The Fall of Lordaeron [Warcraft RP]

Tavian

Name: Tavain
Race: Human
Age: 21

Description: Tavian is an attractive blonde haired, blue eyed, farm girl. When she joined the 33rd Regiment as a Footman she brought a good natured laugh, friendly smile, and the muscles of a woman who had worked everyday outside. Since that time she has learned sword combat, and shows much promise, though she has never seen battle. She bears two scars, one on her right hip where a horse kicked her, and a second on her left bicep from a bear that she fought, some say with her bare hands.

Personality: Friendly, chatty, outgoing, and throughly delighted to be doing something other that farming. Tavian is a pleasant young woman with no real ambition at the moment other than to get as far away from the farm as possible. She has a quick laugh and wants nothing more than to test her mettle in battle, her uncle was a Footman in the Legion after all, and he had fought the Horde many years before and Tavian has always looked up to him in awe. Her mother wanted her to go for a Priest but she wanted to badly to fight.

The local Priest, on her mothers wishes, did speak with her and noted that Tavian showed some ability towards magic but clearly had little desire to do good with it. Her mother dropped the subject. She still finds time for a beer with the lads, cards, and avoiding their drunken advances, but only if they unwanted. She is what one might call a "good person".

Background: Born in the great Human City of Kul'Tiras, her family has farmed the lands around it for a generation. Her father, a simple man, her mother determined to do well by her children, had hoped to have her train as a priest. She has thirteen female siblings, all of whom live in Kul'Tiras still, she is the second eldest. When she was sixteen she told her mother she wanted to go for a soldier and despite her protests, and a visit to a local Priest, she insisted on joining the army. Out of desperation her mother pleaded with the Garrison Commander, who relented to the old womans wishes, and told Tavian she would not be accepted. Undaunted, and enraged with her mother, she sailed for Lordaeron. Once in the great city she enlisted in the 33rd Regiment of Foot and was assigned Brittlepond immediately following the completion of her training.

The Fall of Lordaeron [Warcraft RP]

I intend to have Tavian eventually become a Paladin, so that will give us a healer, but thats quite a ways down the road... Hard to make the change from terrified Grunt to confident Paladin in a short span of time.