The Incredible John

Colonial Powers NRP

I edited it mine, sorry about that.

Colonial Powers NRP

The Corleonn-Warrus-Grudden-Nollin Alliance

Nations Name: The Corleonn-Warrus-Grudden-Nollin Alliance

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Form of Government: A set of parlamentary-monarchies led by an appointed Head of the Alliance and its military as a whole is led by a single dictator.

Describe the System: The Corleonn-Warrus-Grudden-Nollin Alliance are four independent Duchies led by a dictator would usually assume a role of supreme general amongst all of the alliances’ military assets. When it comes to the legislative matters of each duchy, the Grand Duke along with their respective People's Parliament would be settle matters accordingly. The alliance itself also has a central governing system led by the four grand duke and representatives of their respective people's parliaments. They form a council that dictates every action of the alliance. At the head of this council is the appointed Head of the Alliance.

Location on Map Desired:

Capital: The Alliance capital and Grudden capital of Norfolkke.

Important Settlements: The capital of Corleonn, Hevish. The capital of Warrus, Denparkke. The capital of Nollin, Hamburke and the Nollish port city of Jesper.

Description: The Corleonn-Warrus-Grudden-Nollin alliance was once a series of small duchies in service to the Sofon dominion long ago. No one governor could ever effectively control the entire region because of the different ethnicities of and the terrain of the area. The mountainous region would always deter invading armies and the thick forest would always make the movement of cavalry and artillery almost impossible. By the year 1583, the different duchies managed to stage a rebellion successfully, repelling the large wave of attacks sent by the dominion. After since then, they have managed to repel other invaders with the small armies they could usually summon, with the battles usually costly. They have made a reputation for themselves as the unconquerable people of the north. Sometime later, with the threat of another revolt, this time a civil one, the duchies changed their government from totalitarian monarchies to parliamentary monarchies. They were always awakened to treats from the outside and formed a coalition to protect themselves from would-be invaders. An alliance pact was formed on the 12th of January on the year 1609. Their alliance would state that each nation was independent but was part of a larger alliance who were obligated to aid their fellow duchies if under threat. They would appoint a dictator, a supreme commander of their entire military asset and a Head of the alliance from one of the four Dukes to lead them in their endevours. From this moment on, the alliance was born. The alliance has never ventured far from its borders and has isolated themselves from other nations of the continent. They would occasionally make diplomatic moves with those of the outside but it would usually be economic in nature.

The lands of the alliance are not good for farming as it is filled with high mountains and ragged cliffs. With this, the alliance's economy is largely dominated by mining for metals, both rare and common. They are then sent through the port town of Jesper to merchant ship to be traded across the continent. Because of their reliance on their merchant ships, the alliance has build a formidable navy. The alliance has never fought other nations on the high waters but is confident of their fleets. The current dictator however, Supreme Commander Karol Lipeche III wants to not only improve but elevate the status of the alliance's armed forces. Lipeche would show the world that the alliance could challenge foriegn power, proving the strength and unity of the alliance. The people of the alliance are also highly religious, putting their God above all else and the Dukes draw their power and respect from what they perceive as their divine rule, although this is mostly ceremonial now.

Important Characters: The current dictator of the alliance, Dictator, Supreme Commander Karol Lipeche III. The Grand Dukes Hemmlar V of Corleonn, Amadeus Russeus Kavlar of Warrus, Ferras Kollin II of Grudden and Devrick Lovarr Ollisius of Nollin.

Traits:
Small Army: Your nation maintains a relatively small number of troops, when fielded in battle against another nation your forces are almost always outnumbered. +2
Ambitious Generals: Your generals all want a piece of glory. Sometimes even going to backstabbing each other and arriving to another’s aid ‘late’. +1
Never been out of the village: Your men have almost all never been outside their own borders. Other countries lands and environments are almost alien, especially those on another continent. They will suffer from not being able to deal with weather and being unable to forage as well. +1
Ships of Line: The largest ships to sail the sea’s are expensive and vast undertakings however your nation has viewed this as a needed expense. Your fleets have a number of these ships.-2
Landlubbers: Your sailers don’t exactly train on a boat, boarding’s and marine forces perform slightly worse due to the moving deck. +1
Trading Hub: Your country is a nation of traders and merchants, many coins pass through the fingers of your citizens every day, especially through your own after taxes. -3

I hope this works out, I'm still working on the flag though. Just wanted to post this to make sure it's alright.

Operation: Crimson Titan (Futuristic Military/ Futuristic Warfare/ Possible Mech rp)

But well, the roles have changed and now the Aliens are fighting for their survival.

Anyhow, thanks for climbing aboard.

Operation: Crimson Titan (Futuristic Military/ Futuristic Warfare/ Possible Mech rp)

While I'm taking my sweet time with my other rp (It's in my signature if anybody's interested), I want to make another one, one that preferably would be more fast-paced. With that, I came up with Operation Crimson, a rp about Humanity in the future invading a less advanced alien race for their planet. Think of it as Avatar but instead of blue, alien, humanoid cats, you have humanoid insects of some kind and instead of having a large final showoff between the invaders and the natives, you have a long, guerrilla war that would dry out both invaders and natives alike. You would be one of the brave servicemen and women sent to the surface of the planet to rid itself of the dominant species so that Humanity could acquire, colonize and eventually cultivate the planet and it's other native lifeforms.

Now I haven't set up a solid foundation for this rp, just ideas but if I this gets enough interest, I'm going to start on it right away. I don't have much other information but feel free to ask anything and I'll gladly answer it. As for now, have a good day and I hope you guys join.

Fall of Theratin [Fantasy] ~Open~

Name: Agrin Stonebrook
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 102
Sex: Male
Skills: Excels in the use of Healing spells, knowledgeable in the art of alchemy(Specially when it comes to making potions) and can perform surgery(Such as removing arrows that has struck an individual, stitching wounds and sometimes reattaching limbs)
Appearance: Agrin is a 6'9 feet Dark Elf that has purple eyes, dark-bluish skin and a scar that spans from the left side of his chin to the left side of his upper lip. Agrin usually carries a monk's staff and is usually clothed in a monk's hood.
History: Agrin was born to the tribe of Dark Elves that live in a cave in the Fallen Wood. The young Agrin was the son of a village shaman. The Shaman, Jabrall, would be the right hand of the village chieftain, advising him and giving him protection from dark magic his enemies might use on him to either kill or hurt him. Jabrall would also heal injured or ill tribes-members, cast other evil sorcery that the tribe's enemies might cast on them, drive away animals that would venture into the cave and appease their gods. If he does not make this gods happy, their belief is that their tribe would suffer as a result. Pestilence, strife, drought, floods, chaos and havoc and death are just among a few curses the gods could instill on the tribe if they failed to please them. As such, the tribe's shaman is seen as a vital link to the gods, as the gods would communicate through him and order them what they must do. Usually, this would involve a few animal sacrifices and ceremonial activities. On one morning however, Jabrall woke up from his slumber shouting that the gods needed blood, the blood of his son. The tribes folk had no choice but to bound the boy and let his father, still possessed by the gods, slaughter him. As Jabrall swung an axe, Agrin dogded the blade and ran out of the cave. He ran into the forest while being chased by his tribes kin. He managed to escape them but was still bounded by rope and was tired and thirsty.

A group of travelling Human monks found Agrin unconscious on the road they were traveling. They unraveled the ropes around his body and nursed him back to health. They took him back to their monastery just a few miles off the city of Theratin. Here, the monastery's and the monk's high priest and leader, Oliver Stonebrook, asked the young Dark Elf where he was from and how they could help him. Master Stonebrook spoke in all of the Dark Elvish's languages but Agrin did not mutter a word. It took some time before Agrin told them his story. Master Stonebrook took pity on the Dark Elf child and adopted him as a son. He was then taught by the order to be a monk. The Servants of the Light was a monk brotherhood that helped the poor and the needy. They taught him the magic of healing spells, how to create healing potions and how to perform surgery on people who's wounds could not be healed by arcane means.

As Agrin finished his lessons, he found joy in his duties to the order. This became his new life and for 91 years, Agrin has spent his life in service to the order and to the light. Agrin makes regular trips to the city of Theratin, where he helps the poor, pays for the freedom of slaves and performs he's healing miracles on those who need it.

The Superhero Guild

"If you wanna keep talking shit, maybe you should start talking from your ass." Collin said as Orren and Per left the room. He finished the last of his coffee and dropped it off at the sink without washing it.

"If anybody needs me, I'll be in my room." Collin said as he left the kitchen. He stopped outside of the room and took another cigarette out of his pocket, placed it in his mouth and lit it. He then proceeded to walk back to his room. leaving the scent of tobacco smoke behind him. Once he got back to his room, he dropped on his bed but found that he couldn't sleep anymore. He sat up straight and grabbed the remote to his small t.v besides him. He opened it up and switched it to the sports channel. He watched the rerun of the game he missed last night when he was out on his vigilante missions. He then searched under his bed for a treasure he's been hiding for some time now. He reached for a bottle of whiskey and pulled out. He opened the cap and took a sip.

"Perfect." He stated to himself.

He spent the next two hours and a half watching the game and drinking, or rather chugging down, his whiskey. About half way through, he ran out and took out another bottle from his closet. By the end of the game Collin was fast asleep while still in his full costume, two large, empty bottles of whiskey by his bedside, he's television still open and his door wide open.

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(Sign-up/OCC thread)

The Scottish and the Russians working together, I'm fucked. xD

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(IC thread)

"We would be more than happy to provide you with this stuff you need. The wealth we gain from this new oppurtunity would be shared between our two people." Khasus said, being very pleased with his Katrani brethren.

"Tonight we feast Quilor, I came here with another cart a cask of our finest wine and my finest swine. Unfortunately, it was bogged down in the forest along with my other Paladrian guards. They should be here by sun down. We will eat and drink and praise the Gods for the gift they have given us. And if we run out of wine or food, I shall send word to send more. Rarely have we done this since the olden days. Perhaps we could share our tales with the youngen of our exploits back when we fought the Marians." Khasus followed, clearly he was in the mood for celebrations. Khasus was always a man who would lavish himself.

"Perhaps you have quarters for me and my sons to stay at. It has been a long trip and I think I would need to rest first before we begin our feast."

Colonial Powers NRP

Sure, I could do that. I could also help you out with it.

Colonial Powers NRP

Is there like a popular religion in this land with a central base of power, like Catholism and the Vatican? I could use it in my ns.