@TemplarKnight07 Hey man, sorry I've been sort of making you RP by yourself, I just got an exam in two days and have been revising in my free time, I promise to get a post out as soon as that passes.
House History: House Dionaea began as a small one, roughly a century after the forming of Geriang as a separate kingdom. Owning some farmland along the river, their income came mostly from trading with other houses. The family themselves, as well as most of the population of their lands consisted largely of sylvari – a race of sentient plants, who had evolved some animalistic traits at some point in the far past, perhaps during a period of harsh climate. More specifically, they were largely carnivorous, although they were still able to sustain themselves on sunlight and sufficiently nutritious soil, if need be. This allowed the small community to trade most, if not all plant-based produce they managed to harvest, which began to gain them influence and power over those who needed it for sustenance. House Dionaea had soon become one of the most influential forces within the newly formed country, gradually acquiring more land and by extension – more power.
House Dionaea’s lands were scattered haphazardly across the country, as they focused on acquiring farming soil more than anything. This built up a strong sense of family duty and trust among its members, as these lands needed to be governed separately, but function as one, in order to maintain their foothold in the hierarchy of the kingdom.
Disaster struck with the eruptions that destroyed a lot of what Geriang had built. Much of Dionaea’s farmland was lost to the fiery rage of the earth. Their heart however remained intact, as the river did not allow the lava to reach Dionaea Isle and Hekkarim. This made them practically the only source of food in the kingdom for a while, besides the aid so generously provided by Handon. The old king Dast, albeit a decent ruler, simply did not have the capacity to hold his kingdom together in a crisis, and squabbles began springing up between houses, threatening to grow into something much more dangerous. Lord Dashar, then head of house Dionaea, took it upon himself to disrupt such squabbles in a diplomatic manner, realizing how bad a civil war would be for the Geriang nation after such a disaster. He ended up uniting the majority of the more powerful houses under his protection, which, he soon realized, had given him an army. Being an opportunist, as those of his house tended to be, he asked a formal audience with the King. On said meeting Dast was asked to willingly resign and name Dashar as heir to the throne, lest Geriang collapse on itself. The old king had no choice but to agree and soon the crown was in the hands of house Dionaea, who have since managed to somewhat restore balance to the land. Dashar’s successor, Queen Shakti, has so far proven to be a no less capable ruler than her father and much is expected of Princess Eressi – her firstborn daughter.
I'm actually pretty bad at drawing symbols and heraldry and all that, sorry.
Lands and Ownership: Dionaea are formally the ruling house of Geriang, although most real power is held by the royals themselves - Queen Shakti, King Njorro and their children officially own the entire territory of the kingdom, though they reside primarily within and around the capital city. The house’s three largest splinters, however, each own a patch of land as follows:
Lennja Manor – includes the manor itself, newly rebuilt, in the outskirts of the volcano, along with the surrounding land, consisting mostly of thick, moisture loving foliage and swampland - presently belongs to Shakti’s younger brother and his family;
Dionaea Isle - a small fortress with a town around it, built atop an island within the Escarine, a large river running along the western border - domain of Shakti’s parents, to be inherited by the Queen herself, following her retirement;
Hekkarim – a small town off the coast of the Escarine, not too far from Dionaea Isle. The town itself is not too impressive but around it lays some of the most fertile land in Geriang – a rare treasure within the confines of the kingdom. It is ruled over by the Queen’s uncle and his family.
Autobiographical Knowledge: Princess Mjarre is second in line for the throne of Geriang, after her sister Eressi. Despite being the second child, she was not spared any of the meticulous training involved in being a potential ruler, just like all four of her younger siblings. As a result Mjarre possesses command over several languages, court etiquette, diplomacy and even a dash of military strategy, although one wouldn’t assume it of her at first glance. In addition, and pointedly more to her liking, the princess was educated in the arts – painting, music, poetry, dancing…She specifically appears to have an affinity and considerable talent in embroidery. Her martial prowess on the other hand does not extend much beyond horse riding and a bit of archery.
As the news of King Marin’s retirement reached them, Queen Shakti and her spouse, King Njorro, jumped at the opportunity to strengthen their bonds with Handon. As their eldest child is preoccupied with being groomed to inherit the throne of their own kingdom, the rulers of Geriang chose to send Mjarre to contend for if not a leading, then at the very least a powerful position within their neighbour’s hierarchy, to ensure the further wellbeing of their country. Despite a rather jarring first glance to the eyes of a Handonian, her sweet disposition and the odd ability to make people relax in her presence made her the best choice for such a task.
Portrait:Princess Mjarre may look quite shocking at first, but one is quickly put at ease as they interact with her. A constant sweet scent envelops her, which seems to draw you in closer and make you feel pleasantly drowsy, as if her mere presence is sucking the stress out of you. Still, it is a bit unnerving to watch somebody with bright red teeth nonchalantly eat a dragonfly with what you assume is meant to be her hair.
House History: House Dionaea began as a small one, roughly a century after the forming of Geriang as a separate kingdom. Owning some farmland along the river, their income came mostly from trading with other houses. The family themselves, as well as most of the population of their lands consisted largely of sylvari – a race of sentient plants, who had evolved some animalistic traits at some point in the far past, perhaps during a period of harsh climate. More specifically, they were largely carnivorous, although they were still able to sustain themselves on sunlight and sufficiently nutritious soil, if need be. This allowed the small community to trade most, if not all plant-based produce they managed to harvest, which began to gain them influence and power over those who needed it for sustenance. House Dionaea had soon become one of the most influential forces within the newly formed country, gradually acquiring more land and by extension – more power.
House Dionaea’s lands were scattered haphazardly across the country, as they focused on acquiring farming soil more than anything. This built up a strong sense of family duty and trust among its members, as these lands needed to be governed separately, but function as one, in order to maintain their foothold in the hierarchy of the kingdom.
Disaster struck with the eruptions that destroyed a lot of what Geriang had built. Much of Dionaea’s farmland was lost to the fiery rage of the earth. Their heart however remained intact, as the river did not allow the lava to reach Dionaea Isle and Hekkarim. This made them practically the only source of food in the kingdom for a while, besides the aid so generously provided by Handon. The old king Dast, albeit a decent ruler, simply did not have the capacity to hold his kingdom together in a crisis, and squabbles began springing up between houses, threatening to grow into something much more dangerous. Lord Dashar, then head of house Dionaea, took it upon himself to disrupt such squabbles in a diplomatic manner, realizing how bad a civil war would be for the Geriang nation after such a disaster. He ended up uniting the majority of the more powerful houses under his protection, which, he soon realized, had given him an army. Being an opportunist, as those of his house tended to be, he asked a formal audience with the King. On said meeting Dast was asked to willingly resign and name Dashar as heir to the throne, lest Geriang collapse on itself. The old king had no choice but to agree and soon the crown was in the hands of house Dionaea, who have since managed to somewhat restore balance to the land. Dashar’s successor, Queen Shakti, has so far proven to be a no less capable ruler than her father and much is expected of Princess Eressi – her firstborn daughter.
I'm actually pretty bad at drawing symbols and heraldry and all that, sorry.
Lands and Ownership: Dionaea are formally the ruling house of Geriang, although most real power is held by the royals themselves - Queen Shakti, King Njorro and their children officially own the entire territory of the kingdom, though they reside primarily within and around the capital city. The house’s three largest splinters, however, each own a patch of land as follows:
Lennja Manor – includes the manor itself, newly rebuilt, in the outskirts of the volcano, along with the surrounding land, consisting mostly of thick, moisture loving foliage and swampland - presently belongs to Shakti’s younger brother and his family;
Dionaea Isle - a small fortress with a town around it, built atop an island within the Escarine, a large river running along the western border - domain of Shakti’s parents, to be inherited by the Queen herself, following her retirement;
Hekkarim – a small town off the coast of the Escarine, not too far from Dionaea Isle. The town itself is not too impressive but around it lays some of the most fertile land in Geriang – a rare treasure within the confines of the kingdom. It is ruled over by the Queen’s uncle and his family.
Autobiographical Knowledge: Princess Mjarre is second in line for the throne of Geriang, after her sister Eressi. Despite being the second child, she was not spared any of the meticulous training involved in being a potential ruler, just like all four of her younger siblings. As a result Mjarre possesses command over several languages, court etiquette, diplomacy and even a dash of military strategy, although one wouldn’t assume it of her at first glance. In addition, and pointedly more to her liking, the princess was educated in the arts – painting, music, poetry, dancing…She specifically appears to have an affinity and considerable talent in embroidery. Her martial prowess on the other hand does not extend much beyond horse riding and a bit of archery.
As the news of King Marin’s retirement reached them, Queen Shakti and her spouse, King Njorro, jumped at the opportunity to strengthen their bonds with Handon. As their eldest child is preoccupied with being groomed to inherit the throne of their own kingdom, the rulers of Geriang chose to send Mjarre to contend for if not a leading, then at the very least a powerful position within their neighbour’s hierarchy, to ensure the further wellbeing of their country. Despite a rather jarring first glance to the eyes of a Handonian, her sweet disposition and the odd ability to make people relax in her presence made her the best choice for such a task.
Portrait:Princess Mjarre may look quite shocking at first, but one is quickly put at ease as they interact with her. A constant sweet scent envelops her, which seems to draw you in closer and make you feel pleasantly drowsy, as if her mere presence is sucking the stress out of you. Still, it is a bit unnerving to watch somebody with bright red teeth nonchalantly eat a dragonfly with what you assume is meant to be her hair.
O shit I'm a lil behind aren't I will post sum sheet tonight, if there's still space for me (and bear in mind that I will be slow to nonexistent at first for a while, I hope it ain't gonna be too much of a nuisance)
A powerful rumble jolted her awake. Her hands clasped around the controls on instinct and she frantically scanned her surroundings for the source. She soon spotted the pillar of smoke and dust rising from the city and allowed her body to relax the tiniest bit, concluding it not to be an immediate threat.
The Sentinel’s gaze made another pass over the horizon, this time slower, so Ryan could actually get her bearings. She had spent most of the night in that same spot near the lake, having ignored the drone’s advice to find shelter. Repairing the mech was a more important task. She spent a good few hours sitting on the floor, reconnecting the gun’s circuitry, while the heavy rain assaulted her outer shell. She’d tested it on the nearby cliffside and it had worked fine then, but she made a note to keep an eye on it in the upcoming days. When that was done she resolved to head for the building she’d spotted in the distance at her arrival, beyond the meadows sprawling out to her side.
Now she was surrounded by open fields. She assumed she’d fallen asleep in her seat. Luckily not on top of anything important. There wasn’t a speck over the grass that suggested anyone in her immediate vicinity so her hands cautiously released their grip. Ryan rubbed her eyes furiously, trying to fight away the morning drowsiness and took a look around the cockpit, checking for anything out of order that she might have missed last night. Everything seemed to be working properly, aside from the digital clock that had been blinking odd shapes at random ever since she passed through the storm. Her eyes stopped on the hole in the floor for a moment, then gradually moved towards the box containing her reward. She hadn’t opened it yet, only exiting the mech to collect it once the downpour had gotten particularly nasty. She picked it up now and curiously examined the device within it. It looked like a toy gun, but weighed more than anything plastic could. Her fingers gingerly turned it over, examining the handle, the barrel, carefully passing over the dial…It had the shape of a weapon so she assumed it was one, but not much in its appearance suggested what it did exactly. Ryan figured she’d have to test it.
Oren’s buzzing voice startled her. She lifted the phylactery up to hear better. The new information was unsettling. Up to this point she thought she’d only have to worry about the other contestants. Knowing that an explosion of that magnitude was caused by someone other than the parties involved in the tournament sent a shiver down her spine. She looked up at the mention of the sky. A gargantuan shape masked out a good chunk of it. It choked the breath out of her lungs. The Sentinel’s heavy footsteps echoed through the field again, determined to reach some sort of shelter and perhaps reinforcement. The building in the distance slowly grew closer.
Well, there wasn't much more to it than that, and I did say we were making hard progress in about a week about a week ago.
No no I didn't mean more posts, just sort of...uh more substance I guess? I'm not sure how to explain myself, I suppose it just felt like the encounter was pointless. The soldiers just showed up and then went away, with barely any impact from encountering a carnivorous blob-demon.
Anyway I will get to posting soon, sorry I've been silent in the IC, wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do next.
