Tulip

The Elder Scrolls: Aftermath of Skyrim - a Role Play/Nation RP Hybrid

I'm here. Been without internet for the week.

Time's are Changing - Steampunk NRP set in the 1800s

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I assume that mean all of their colonies as well?

@duck55223

Yes, unless someone else wants to claim them or any particular colony.

Time's are Changing - Steampunk NRP set in the 1800s

I'll being claiming good ol' Britain.

The Elder Scrolls: Aftermath of Skyrim - a Role Play/Nation RP Hybrid

Your call. You might put the the join status to "Apply" in order better to alert people that you're still accepting applications.

The Elder Scrolls: Aftermath of Skyrim - a Role Play/Nation RP Hybrid

@Zendrelax, awesome! @Tulip, as I haven't played Oblivion, you get to choose the four cities (besides Skingrad where your plans succeeded) that the Res Publica took.

@Letter Bee

I hope this helps:

Red is Res Publica Control

The Elder Scrolls: Aftermath of Skyrim - a Role Play/Nation RP Hybrid

Morning… Lucius stood at the balcony of Castle Anvil, overlooking the crowd of Res Publica supporters. The crowd went silent when they saw Lucius and their ears all perched as if he were about to give them verbal gold. He cleared his throat and shouted out, “My fellow countrymen, for as long as it can be remembered, we have had to tolerate an evil plight known as monarchy! Under this immoral system, we were forced to say that men – or all races in fact - are not equal! No, we were told to obediently call a few ARROGANT families royal, divine, special, etc.! We licked their bootstraps as they dragged our sons and daughters into war after war! We paid their taxes and starved whilst they enjoyed every luxury available to mortal man! We gave them our loyalty even as they stabbed us in the back! And why!? Because there bloodline entitles them!? That ends today! From now on, this nation will resist the outdated, antiquated, fossil of hereditary rule under a new form a government, one where the people rule themselves - a republic!” When the short speech came to an end, the Res Publica banner was raised all along the walls of the castle, replacing the old banners of the count. The crowd roared with approval and Lucius took a moment to enjoy excitement. “Res Publica! Res Publica! Res Publica!” The chanting was almost euphoric to him. Noon… “What!?” The former legionarie muttered tepidly, “Y-yes sir… it seems Bravil, Leyawiin, Cheydinhal are still out of our control.” Lucius, seated within his new throne (formerly belonging to the count of Anvil), turned deeply red before a taking a deep breath. “I was hoping we’d take all the major settlements in one swoop… especially Leyawiin” “Why Leyawiin, sir?” “With both Anvil and Leyawiin, we could cripple Mede’s access to the sea. Now, however, the bastard can still send supplies and troops between his other provinces! Not to mention his land routes-“ “Actually, sir, if I may interject – it would appear that the Stormcloaks have secured the Pale Pass. Mede won’t being getting help from his forces in Skyrim anytime soon.” With that, Lucius went from boiling with rage to ecstatically joyful. “Hahaha! That’s perfect! Accept for Leyawiin, he’s completely cut off from the outside world!” “What shall be our next move, then?” He sighed and thought for some time before inquiring, “Hmm… what is the status of those mercenaries?” The officer produced a slip of paper from his pocket and squinted to read the text, “We managed to hire roughly 8,500 foot soldiers and nearly 1,500 mages. We’ve been orchestrating their movements toward Skingrad until further notice.” “Send the 1,500 mages and 3,000 of the foot soldiers to surround the imperial city. Make it abundantly clear that they are to let no one pass the bridges leading into the city. And I mean nobody… unless, of course, they carry the Res Publica medallion.” “And the rest?” “Send the remaining 5,500 down south into Bravil and then further down into Leyawiin. Considering the importance of this task, I also want a quarter of our Talos clergy to go along with them. No doubt the restoration magic will be necessary. Furthermore, get word to our friends in the other cities that they are to send any of the ex-legionaries under their watch toward the imperial city, along with any volunteers willing to offer their services.” The officer bowed respectfully, “I shall do as you ask… for the Republic.” “Oh! One more thing! Make it known to our supporters that impeding the emperor's forces is highly encouraged. Tell them to heckle legionaries, block roads, destroy any of their farms, or whatever it takes to make the Legion's day a little worse." The officer nodded obediently and left. Lucius licked his lips and counted the coins he’d been keeping in his pocket… Dusk… “Please! Please, don’t kill me!” The servant was practically bawling, surrounded by several of Lucius’ men. Lucius laughed as If the situation were less dire than it seemed. “Don’t worry… I just need you to do me a little favor.” “W-what do you want!?” He was shaking profusely. Lucius snapped his fingers, signaling one of his soldiers to present the head of the former count of Anvil. “I’m sure you recognize your former master, yes?” The servant whimpered and nodded with quivering lips. “Well, I need you to be a good little servant and take his head to the Imperial City. When you get there, I want you to deliver it the emperor along with a certain message. Tell him, ‘Surrender or you will end up like this man. You cannot win anyhow. Even the Elder Council support us.’” In reality, no one on the Elder Council supported the Res Publica, but the emperor didn’t know it. Considering one member of the council had tried to assassinate him not too long ago, it wouldn’t be too hard for Mede to believe. It would certainly hurt the already tense relationship between the emperor and council. “O-okay…I’ll do it.” Smiling with wickedness, he handed the man a Res Publica medallion. “Wonderful! Here, you’re going to need this if my men are going to let you past the barricade.” Lucius’ guards backed away from the freightened servant and allowed him to leave the throne room of Castle Anvil. He took one deep breath through his nose and sighed, “I wonder what it feels like to sit on the emperor's throne…”

The Elder Scrolls: Aftermath of Skyrim - a Role Play/Nation RP Hybrid

Several men surrounded the large round table, Lucius among them. They were all differently dressed though it was clear many of them were of the merchant class. Lucius sat in his wooden chair with a grin planted on his face and his fingers twiddling each other in anticipation. He cleared his throat and, with a strong sense of authority, asked, “I count nine of us, including myself. I take we’re all here then?” The men all nodded or grumbled in agreement. Then, silence. Silence. Silence. Finally, Lucius spoke up once more, this time with more tepidness, “Well, I’m sure each of you has at least guessed why this council has been called…” The eight others went white in the face. “…An assassination attempt on the emperor’s life has failed. Furthermore, it seems a member of the Elder Council is responsible.” Sienna, chapter head of Res Publica in Bruma, spoke up with his usual intensity, “What does this have to do with us?” With an eerie calmness, Lucius shifted his eyes across all the men at the table. “Because the time to move is now. The Legion is weakening, spread thin from the war in Skyrim; Riots are erupting every week somewhere in Cryodiil; our numbers are bigger than ever; and the emperor and Elder Council are in strife. To sweeten our odds, Mede as no doubt been lulled into a false sense of security after killing off the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim.” Everyone sunk back into their wooden chairs, knowing what Lucius was about to say. Once again, it was Sienna who spoke up. “And what is it you propose?” Lucius cleared his throat and produced a map of cyrodiil. He laid it on the table and announced, “We have two major impediments to our beautiful republic: the emperor and the counts. We must deal with all accordingly.” Assisi of the Imperial City interrupted, “Surely, you're not suggesting we fight all the counts and the emperor!” “Hush, Assisi, and listen. It is true that we do not have the numbers necessary for open warfare; however, we do have other resources to throw the odds in our favor.” He ran his fingers over Skingrad on the map. “Let me make Skingrad an example. We force a massive riot to take place. The count, being the damned coward he is, will certainly barricade himself in his little castle whilst his guards deal with the chaos. With a few coins here and there, I’m sure we could bribe a few of the castle’s guards or servants to let a trickle of our men inside…” Sienna was to interrupt this time, “And then what? We kill a count and his family and then we sit back until the emperor comes after us!” “This is the most beautiful part though! We do this with each city on a single day. Imagine the emperor sitting on this throne when he hears that each of his counts and countesses has been overthrown! He be completely overwhelmed and surprised at the same time with no sure way to react. Of course, we won’t do this with the Imperial City… no, we’ll have to take a more direct approach with that city.” “Such as?” Lucius laughed, “Once we take the eight major cities and towns, we’ll move all our forces – maybe a couple mercenaries as well – and surround the city. No doubt that we’ll have help from the people on the inside as well.” Silence again. “So we're all in agreement?” More silence. “Excellent! We’ll strike in three days.” Though they all wanted to, none of the eight men dared to make an objection. "Now let’s move on to our next matter: the distribution of the book.” Opus of Bravil raised his hand to speak, “As our last council agreed upon, we’ve been trying to smuggle the book into neighboring provinces with the help of our merchants.” “Wonderful! Every man in Tamriel should have access to that book. Still, I think we should focus the spread of our propoganda in these provinces." He ran his fingers on the map over Skyrim, High Rock, and Hammerfell to which the men all nodded in approval. Lucius took a deep breath and peaked out the window to see the sun rising upon them. A new day was approaching and it was going to be a bloody one.

The Elder Scrolls: Aftermath of Skyrim - a Role Play/Nation RP Hybrid

Apologies! I was busy working on an essay these past few days, but I should have a post up within twenty-four hours.

The Elder Scrolls: Aftermath of Skyrim - a Role Play/Nation RP Hybrid

Res Publica

Nation: Res Publica Location: Though it has membership and support all over Cyrodiil (and somewhat in other parts of the Empire), its base of operations is in Anvil particularly. Total Military Numbers (Keep it Reasonable!):

• 10,000 Ex-Legion Veterans scattered all across Cyrodiil.
• 1000 Members of the Fighters' Guild all across Tamriel.
• 700 Clergy of Talos forced underground due to the White-Gold Concordat.
• 50,000 Civilian supporters.
• Enough Money to hire 10,000 Mercenaries, including Mages.

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History:Res Publica began as a mere political idea in Cyrodiil by one Antonio Salutati. He advocated for a republican form of government, one in which the leadership was elected yet ran by the merchant classes. The idea was thought to be lunacy at first; regardless, Salutati expressed his ideas in a book – Res Publica. The text was ignored for the most part by the nobility but became quite popular amongst other groups of people, especially merchants, ex-legionaries, and guilds. The book was well-liked in fact, that it lead to the creation of an advocate group named after the book in Anvil. Res Publica proved to be a flop at first, attracting few members with noticeable prospects. All that changed when a tycoon of sorts – Lucius Cincinnatus learned of this group. Lucius, disenchanted by heredity rule as well as the emperor in particular, chose to join the organization. With him, he brought both his wealth and influence which shifted the group in a much more active yet radical direction. In no time, propaganda swept through Cyrodiil’s, bringing in supporters from all corners of the province and, slowly, from other parts of the Empire. Since the war in Skyrim began, the group has seen a drastic increase in membership and support. As approval of the emperor decreases, Res Publica grows and fosters with the potential to bring his dynasty to an end. With Imperial forces spread thin, it seems as if the time for an uprising is approaching…

Lucius Cincinnatus

Name: Lucius Cincinnatus Appearance: As an Imperial, Lucius is covered with tan skin, dark hair, and small dark eyes. Keeping in which his countrymen’s culture, he keeps his hair especially short, never quite long enough to breeze freely in the wind. His body structure is scrawny and in no way fit for military service. With a preference for showing off his wealth, he typically adorns himself with several sets of robe at once with red and white being his favorite color combination. He almost always carries with him a small dagger for protection, though ardently believes he’ll never be forced to use it. Bio:Lucius was born as the sixth child of a poor farming family near Bravil, Cyrodiil. At a young age, his only notable trait was his sickliness which often manifested as fatigue and a vulnerability to illness. Rarely was he able to work the fields for as long as his siblings, a fact his father resented greatly. His mother, on the other hand, was much more accepting of this major flaw and proved to be a soft spot for much of Lucius’ childhood. Of course, “Mama’s Boy” became an eventual nickname of his among the rest of the family, though it was rarely meant in a malicious way. The first step in Lucius’ malcontent with monarchies began with the count of Bravil, a sour young man by the name of Dante Pergrande. Count Pergrande was painfully corrupt and infamous for cooperating with Bravil’s major crime lords. One day, the Cincinnatus Farm had become the unfortunate target of one of these crime lords who found it rather profitable to steal the farm’s crops and sell them at a farmer’s market at a ridiculously low price. This had become somewhat commonplace until, after some time, the Cincinnatus family managed to come up with the proof to have the crime lord arrested. Count Pergrande, however, would have none of this and, instead, had the crime lord set free. This was an injustice that seemingly tore young Lucius apart and, in the process, sowed the seed to his hatred of royalty. By sixteen, Lucius had become completely disillusioned to the farmer’s life. He despised the labor, the poverty, and especially the lack of social prestige. Ultimately, he made the decision to leave home and try his luck somewhere else – where, he did not know. His family, of course, was none too pleased but did little to stop him with the assumption that he’d return after seeing the real world for himself in mind. Lucius, filled with a youthful determination, traveled to Skingrad, where he found a job as a shopkeeper’s assistant at a general store. Although he was nearly illiterate at the time, Lucius proved to have a knack for numbers. With this latent talent of his, he was able to see small ways in which the shop could save a few coins here and a few more there – micromanagement essentially. Though the improvements were small, they soon added up. Four years after Lucius arrived in Skingrad, the shop (nicknamed Oval) had increased its net income by 25%. Crediting this growth to his assistant, the shop owner (known as Blandus Aquinas) gave Lucius more control over the shop, hopeful it’d spark more improvement. Lucius was not daunted by the task of making Oval even more profitable; no, he was actually excited by the challenge. His solution, after some time at the drawing board, was simple – buy commodities from straight from the producers, sell them to the craftsmen, and buy the finished product from said craftsmen and then sell them. He didn’t stop there though: he started buying the supplies needed to produce commodities and selling them to the producers; same with the craftsmen. Although he didn’t know it, Lucius was using vertical integration, a business practice never before seen in Tamriel. Essentially, it allowed him to control the production of his product right from the beginning. This method didn’t just work, it caused Oval to boom with a wealth that overpowered every other business within Skingrad. Blandus Aquinas was content, but Lucius was ambitious. Using Oval’s recourses, he began opening up sister shops in neighboring counties. In consequence, Lucius’ reputation amongst merchants started to pick up. Although he hailed from a meager farming family, merchants couldn’t help but respect his talent in business. After the Great War between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion, Blanuds passed away and, with no living children, left ownership of his business empire to Lucius. Lucius might have been over joyed by this fact were it not for a thorn in his side – the Emperor’s new policies, a series of taxes that greatly hampered the production and growth of businesses. This seemingly reawakened Lucius’ resentment toward monarchies; the only difference now was that he could do something about it. Within months after the new policies came out, he began attending secret meetings with respected merchants from all over Cyrodiil. The conversations were always the same: how were they to influence public policy? While many nobles could be bought out, the emperor was surely not one of them. Around this time, a peculiar book began circulating: Res Publica. Lucius, who had learned to read by this point in time, rarely put it down. It strung at his heart like a musician playing the lute. Whilst he was originally silent on his acceptance of the ideas of the book, he came to find others in favor of its ideas as well, particularly other merchants, the middle-class, and ex-legionaries. In fact, a group of merchants in Anvil started an organization (Res Publica) that advocated for the book’s ideas. Seeing an opportunity afoot, Lucius started to back the group financially. He didn’t stop there though; Lucius used his ties with the rest of the business world in Cyrodiil to spread the group’s influence and ideas beyond Anvil, thus attracting even more supporters and financial backers. By the time war in Skyrim was raging, Lucius had become the prime director of Res Pubica’s efforts at bringing about a republic form of government to the Empire. However, the question loomed over Lucius’ head: when and how would they strike? Age: 37 Skills:

• Mathematics and Logistics
• Political Strategist
• Business Management
• Intrigue

Personality:The crux of Lucius’ personality lies in his ambition. Each goal he has is seen as a puzzle waiting to be solved by him through any available. One might even say the phrase “the ends justify the means” suits him well. Furthermore, he is motivated foremost by his hatred for anything monarch-related. He truly despises the arrogance of royalty and considers them and their old form of government to be the scum of Tamriel. On the other hand, he’s holds highly the idea of all races being equal, believing them be equal in dignity. Honor is a foreign concept to Lucius in that he finds it impeding on his ambition. Why face your enemy when you could stab him in the back? As one might guess, he’s somewhat of a coward when it comes to head on conflicts, preferring to work everything to his advantage before making his move. Overall, Lucius is an effeminate man. He dreads hard labor, is light-hearted in his interactions, and enjoys the finer delicacies in life such as the high-grade wine and fanciful carriages. When it comes to matters on the Empire, Lucius hopes it will one day retake its position as the sole superpower in the world. He fully believes that, with Res Publica in charge, it could become a bastion of freedom and equality. In contrast, he despises the Aldmeri Dominion before its racist beliefs of men being below the other races. Faction: Res Publica - De Facto Leader

One Piece RP?

Neat, I'm in.