Fantasy Countries

For all your silly time-killing forum games.

Moderators: jestingrabbit, Moderators General, Prelates

User avatar
Djehutynakht
Posts: 1546
Joined: Thu Feb 10, 2011 1:37 am UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Djehutynakht » Tue Dec 04, 2012 6:25 am UTC

It's curious how two-sided treachery can be. At the same time that Tystan's party was trying to gain information about Tricily, while concealing their own information and being subvertly ready for battle, so were quite a few of the Tricilians. Captain Fargrim had given such orders to her guard and quite a few of the adult villagers, who made sure that nothing was said about the country which any other normal outsider couldn't discover. She also made sure that Arturio didn't move Nestor as far away as Nunn would have liked. She knew the dragon struck an imposing figure which was likely to keep their visitors in line. Fargrim had seen Tystan's ambassadorial documents, and she had no reason to believe he was lying. Still, they were border agents, and the villagers were border villagers; they knew to be careful with new arrivals. The key was hospitality, not stupidity.

As the darkness was really setting in, Zeke Nunn urged them into the Common Hall if they wished to continue their acquaintences into the night. By then many of the villagers, children especially, had begun to return home.

"Captain," Fargrim said to Arturio. "Please ensure that our guests are comfortable and secure for the night. I am going to pay a quick visit to the shrine of Sasan inside of the hall." With that, Fargrim began to walk towards the hall, a part of which held the small village shrine to the great empress.
___________________________

King Marcus once again was sitting personally in conference with a few of his most trusted military, police and intelligence advisors, most siginificantly Captain Ulmati and his agents; Jones, Belfry and De Luca. They were, as they seemed to be doing to often these days, discussing the cult of Ulinder.

The police had been able to prove that the alleged murder of an Ulindian was indeed a setup. No conclusive evidence had been found yet that the Ulindians themselves were behind it, but the police pretty much knew, and, likewise, this sense had been conveyed onto the public as well. The public image of the cult in Scargo (for it hasn't grown enough to spread outside the city) was generally a dark one, although exact opinions varied from person to person. Some have been swayed by their propaganda, while others have been swayed by the opinions they percieve from the government or other sources.

With the coming forth of the Ulinder Cult into the public, they've become easier to put under surveillance. The Royal Tricilian Secret Guard has been watching their movements and gathering as much information on the cult and it's members. We've realized that the top echelons of the cult remain a mystery to us, but we continue to investigate.

Since the Ulindians have gone public, they have managed to attract a few more converts of varying levels; some are people who believe in their message, some are poor wretches out for power and revenge, and quite a few levels in between. They are not gaining converts on a large scale, however, due to a relatively settled religious/philosophical environment as well as the negative connotation the cult has grabbed a hold of. People also have a general idea that the police are keeping a close eye on the Ulindians, and don't want that trouble.

King Marcus' police advisors are considering how to move forward. One of the big topics they are debating about is how to infiltrate the cult. Two of the most popular ideas at current are either joining or possessing. Having a spy join the cult means that they need to rise through the ranks and survive the cult in and of itself, all the while risking getting caught. Another option is possession. Djinn have the power to, for a short time, leave their body and possess that of a non-djinn, taking them over (unless they are siginificantly strong enough or well trained to resist possession). The problems with this though is that it can only be done for short amounts of time, will leave the possessee with a sense of amnesia for the time of his possession, and could possibly be detected. There's also astral-spying, which is not possessing and just floating around as a spirit spying; however, we'd need a concrete location, it could be detected, and if not handled correctly could lead to the spirit floating off.

The advisors were debating these points with King Marcus when, in through the study, comes his butler. An officer has arrived from the Eastern Border with an urgent message for he and the foreign ministry.

_______________________

More tomorrow. I'm tired.

turkbaris13
Posts: 5
Joined: Sun May 06, 2012 2:37 pm UTC
Location: Somewhere in Earh

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby turkbaris13 » Tue Dec 04, 2012 1:04 pm UTC

"The OSS troops in the Northern Island had been captured and killed. Their temples had been burned by fire and the people who support them went to jail for all their life and people who gave them weapons or strike with them were hanged. Turkeryan troops creates a wooden wall throught the border of the Northern Island and uses as a miliartery base from now and on. The police went to native people's houses and see if they support OSS. The OSS chief had been shot to his left army by a revolver but possibly he is still alive. TSI is still looking for the leader of OSS. Turkerya is start to getting Industrialize. Turkeryan navy had diffucalt time thanks to pirates but TSI found one of the HQ's that most of the pirates meat. The Eastern Islands. Turkeryan ISS is start to get training and navy to attack the HQ but before we can come to island we need to defeat the most of the pirate's navies to get thought it. So Turkeryan king is start paying ship companies to start to prouduce war ships to destroy the Pirate Navy."
Prime Minister of Turkerya

User avatar
Vieto
Posts: 1558
Joined: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:44 pm UTC
Location: Canada

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Vieto » Wed Dec 05, 2012 1:08 am UTC

((I'm waiting on lylax for a few things, so I guess I'll focus on some things while waiting))

The Principality of Laeszin was the only country of the Terrinech demographic that had held its own when the Natechia King, Montizech, began conquering his neighbors to his north when he forged his empire, and as a result, they had become fairly isolated, with Natechia to their south and Terkerya to their north. Other than their defensive terrain, they had very little in terms of offensive capabilities, but were well equipped for defense. With the rise in pirates in recent times, they took to hosting and sponsoring some privateers, who bore no flag, with weapons and harbour, in exchange for continued harassment of rival ships. While many citizens in port cities were less than thrilled, they often were given broken weapons from combat that these ships had, while the Natechi or Terkeryans would never see these themselves due to lack of exposure. As a result, they had learned about gunpowder, ironworks, and steamworks through rigorous reverse engineering.

Which is why the Leaszin were secretive about their newest weapon. They had tested it in secret, away from peering eyes, but the queen decided it was time, that she would be the one to dominate the seas, and if she was careful, he might be able to conquer both of her great enemies before they could defend. Though her fleet was small, it was potent in its own right, if not specialized for cannons like the Turks, or armor and bombardment like the Nats. After all, even the Natechi's bronze-plated ships were nothing but wood underneath, and all ships would be helpless against her navy when it got close enough to dispense her liquid fire.

Hearing that the Natechi ships were out in sea en mass investigating the strange aurora, she knew she had her chance. She sent a strong fleet of 1000 against the fleet of 4000. Her goal, to damage the Natechi navy enough that they would not be able to mount a strong counter-offensive. Once they were dealt with, she planned on razing the Turkerya navy and their ship building capabilities while launching a full scale assault on Natechi coastal cities, especially the capital. If that fell, she hoped that it would weaken the Natechia hold on the rest of the Empire, and while it collapsed she would finish off the Terkeryan coast and begin the Leaszin Empire.

That was her hope, at least. For now, she boarded her flag ship and began to lead her fleet in the middle of the night.

((Do I have to make a nation sheet for the Principality of Leaszin, which is technically an NPC nation?

Also: Greek Fire))

sco
Posts: 6
Joined: Wed May 16, 2012 8:19 pm UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby sco » Wed Dec 05, 2012 8:11 pm UTC

Djehutynakht wrote:Agent Seold reached the side of the building and, taking hold of a ladder system that was built into its side, began to scale the building. "It's always easier to start these things from higher up," he shouted down, more specifically, it seemed to clarify his actions to the Cyrrians.

Upon reaching the top of the building, he peered over the edge, held out his hand and appeared to mumble something while focusing on the space off the edge of the building. Immediately, Tystan noticed the wind begin to pick up.

"This is a whirlwind," Seold shouted down. "It is a method of travel used mainly by Djinn. In essence, I am manipulating the air to make a whirlwind, a tornado, a cyclone. Essentially a small whirling mass of concentrated air which is large enough for me to travel on and which moves as so to keep me airborne, as well as moving. Some of us prefer the softness and the comfort of the air itself. Some, less confident in such things, prefer to put a carpet down on top of the whirlwind, giving the appearance that we're riding a magic carpet. I'm choosing today to go without. Anyways, it's just about ready, so I'll bid you adeiu. To Scargo!"

With that, he stepped off the roof.Instead of dropping, which is what Tystan's mind instinctively expected, he just sood there, seemingly in midair. With all apparent ease the Lieutenant sat down on his mass of air. It rose higher and higher into the air, and, with a final goodbye, it was off, travelling over the treetops.

Ezekial Nunn watched it go. "I'll go set up some beds," he said, and started for the Great Hall.


"Interesting" muttered the woman, watching the whirlwind. When the mingling began she chose to speak mainly to the children, although some of the men look as though they would like to speak with her. Earlier, when the dragon appeared, she jumped and grabbed onto Tystan's arm.

orangedragonfire wrote:"Oh, my, yes.", Marthesus Dawnwatcher, "I said I'd study you and then make you my servant, didn't I? But first, we'll need to find a better way to keep you here. Now, if I am not mistaken - and I rarely am - then... oh, but I should confirm it first. Please tell me if I am mistaken on any of these accounts: You are a creature of the lower planes, you have trouble staying in this plane... oh, and you can freely use your magic in the lower planes, while you are restricted to using souls as a magic source in this plane."

While talking, Martheus Dawnwatcher had set up a complicated object comprised mostly of glass tubes and crystals.

"And send some magic at this green disk here, please. Just a bit magic, as shapeless and original as you can manage."


"More or less, my lord. If you don't mind my asking, what is it that this device does?"

Djehutynakht wrote:King Marcus once again was sitting personally in conference with a few of his most trusted military, police and intelligence advisors, most significantly Captain Ulmati and his agents; Jones, Belfry and De Luca. They were, as they seemed to be doing to often these days, discussing the cult of Ulinder.

The police had been able to prove that the alleged murder of an Ulindian was indeed a setup. No conclusive evidence had been found yet that the Ulindians themselves were behind it, but the police pretty much knew, and, likewise, this sense had been conveyed onto the public as well. The public image of the cult in Scargo (for it hasn't grown enough to spread outside the city) was generally a dark one, although exact opinions varied from person to person. Some have been swayed by their propaganda, while others have been swayed by the opinions they percieve from the government or other sources.

With the coming forth of the Ulinder Cult into the public, they've become easier to put under surveillance. The Royal Tricilian Secret Guard has been watching their movements and gathering as much information on the cult and it's members. We've realized that the top echelons of the cult remain a mystery to us, but we continue to investigate.

Since the Ulindians have gone public, they have managed to attract a few more converts of varying levels; some are people who believe in their message, some are poor wretches out for power and revenge, and quite a few levels in between. They are not gaining converts on a large scale, however, due to a relatively settled religious/philosophical environment as well as the negative connotation the cult has grabbed a hold of. People also have a general idea that the police are keeping a close eye on the Ulindians, and don't want that trouble.

King Marcus' police advisors are considering how to move forward. One of the big topics they are debating about is how to infiltrate the cult. Two of the most popular ideas at current are either joining or possessing. Having a spy join the cult means that they need to rise through the ranks and survive the cult in and of itself, all the while risking getting caught. Another option is possession. Djinn have the power to, for a short time, leave their body and possess that of a non-djinn, taking them over (unless they are siginificantly strong enough or well trained to resist possession). The problems with this though is that it can only be done for short amounts of time, will leave the possessee with a sense of amnesia for the time of his possession, and could possibly be detected. There's also astral-spying, which is not possessing and just floating around as a spirit spying; however, we'd need a concrete location, it could be detected, and if not handled correctly could lead to the spirit floating off.

The advisors were debating these points with King Marcus when, in through the study, comes his butler. An officer has arrived from the Eastern Border with an urgent message for he and the foreign ministry.

_______________________

More tomorrow. I'm tired.


Despite all of the bad press they have been receiving and police attention they have garnered the cult of Ulinder in Scargo seems innocent enough. The original members have done nothing untoward and those who have converted have, so far, lessened any untoward behaviour due to the comfort that the cult gives them. Currently the cult is attempting to set up a shelter for the poor but their negative image is deterring people from coming. In light of this a member of the cult's inner circle (not the leader, yet) has requested a meeting with the king to discuss the persecution of their religion within his great city.

turkbaris13 wrote:"The OSS troops in the Northern Island had been captured and killed. Their temples had been burned by fire and the people who support them went to jail for all their life and people who gave them weapons or strike with them were hanged. Turkeryan troops creates a wooden wall throught the border of the Northern Island and uses as a miliartery base from now and on. The police went to native people's houses and see if they support OSS. The OSS chief had been shot to his left army by a revolver but possibly he is still alive. TSI is still looking for the leader of OSS. Turkerya is start to getting Industrialize. Turkeryan navy had diffucalt time thanks to pirates but TSI found one of the HQ's that most of the pirates meat. The Eastern Islands. Turkeryan ISS is start to get training and navy to attack the HQ but before we can come to island we need to defeat the most of the pirate's navies to get thought it. So Turkeryan king is start paying ship companies to start to prouduce war ships to destroy the Pirate Navy."
Prime Minister of Turkerya


Not so fast Turkbaris, I said I had some troops there so I get to respond. When Turkeryan troops storm into the OSS HQ the cultists in the cells sacrifice all of the prisoners and themselves. A huge humanoid demon made of lava rises out of the HQ, practically turning the area into a mini volcano. It immediately goes to work, destroying everything in the area and setting any nearby vegetation on fire. Both the Turkeryan troops in the area and the remaining OSS troops are killed. (Some Turkeryan troops in this attack can survive if they run fast enough or if they have magic users of sufficient power. Also, can you respond to my embassy?)

User avatar
Vieto
Posts: 1558
Joined: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:44 pm UTC
Location: Canada

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Vieto » Thu Dec 06, 2012 1:13 am UTC

War Ship references
Spoiler:
Natechi Warships.png

note: I think I made the Dolphin a bit larger than I wanted to. No matter. Imagine them to be about the size of an Armadillo.


The fleet moved silently under the light of the full moon, and Queen Lindsay Laezsin VII was at the helm of her Dragon. She had ended up bringing 350 Dragons and 650 Piranhas, with the Piranhas in the lead. She suspected that most of the Natechi ships would be in port this late at night, with only a small patrol to worry about, and she even had some hopes that the cape port she would raid might also have many Turkerya ships in port, given that the city was directly en route between Turkerya and her colonies.

Her spies had told her all she needed about the Natechi fleet at the cape. There would be 800 Armadillos, 1700 Dolphins, 50 Jaguars, and 50 Ocelots. If things worked out, she might even try to capture the Ocelot ships instead of razing them, as the guns on the Ocelots were the most powerful in the entire Natechi arsenal, and if she could capture a few, she might be able to make her own Ocelot cannons.

She knew how her fleet worked. If she encountered a fleet, her Piranhas would get close, protected by bronze plating from cannon fire, and a bronze roof from heavy cannons, and then they would set fire to the Natechi ships using her fire pumps. The fire also had the added benefit of growing hotter if water was added, which would throw off the Natechi off their game. If they were forced to retreat, they had rails in the back which could launch powder kegs which, if a ship rammed into them or the wood rotted, would catch fire and ignite. Her Dragons were better armoured and had 2 powerful guns on the front in addition to their fire pumps, and she planned to use them to mop things up. Each ship had a large store of vinegar, which was to be used by trained sailors to put out any accidental fires.

As the lights of the city came into view of the horizon, the moon became blood red. While not superstitious, Laezsin felt slightly uneasy.

...

To the east of the cape, five Jaguars escorted by 50 dolphins and 50 Armadillos floated as the Terrinech engineers, along with several Feherons, studied the aurora to their east with telescopes and magic-sensitive copper instruments. All of them were puzzled, as it had grown stronger each day. When the moon turned bloody red, it came with a change in strength for the magic. The explaination was simple for the colour change; it was the result of an ash cloud, perhaps from a volcano. That was normal, and not new for the Terrinech, who had known many volcanoes over the past century. What was new was that it came with a magic force, a darker presence. Their work was cut short when one of them heard cannon fire coming from the cape. A battle had begun.

User avatar
orangedragonfire
Posts: 13
Joined: Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:45 am UTC
Location: It exists. Probably.

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby orangedragonfire » Thu Dec 06, 2012 2:33 am UTC

"It analyses magic.", Marthesus Dawnwatcher explained, "Look."

He formed a small black orb of magic in his hand, and sent it at the green disk, which began to rotate. The crystals began to blink in various colors, and brightly colored steam moved through tubes. Finally, a bright light descended on a stack of paper, and when it receded, there was writing on the top piece. Martheus took it, and showed it to the devil. Mostly there was intricate notation, and a few graphs squeezed between it. It wouldn't be easy to understand what any of it meant without a few years of studying.

"See - I use Shadowmagic, a subclass of darkmagic, which is a subclass of ethereal magic and it's realized as a mix of mostly midmagic, a bit lowmagic and just a hint of highmagic. That's common for us here, although most people don't manage to use highmagic. I suspect that you won't have a quite that specialized magic, and that you are almost exclusively using lowmagic. Now - you turn."

The devil, seeing no danger or harm in the device now that it had been demonstrated, did as asked. Marthesus studied the printout for a while, then nodded.

"Yes, you are actually only using lowmagic - don't even seem to have a glimmer of midmagic potential, although for some reason you seem to have a decent potential for highmagic... not that it's actually used, but it's there. Anyway, I should explain. There are three forms of pure magic, each of which behave pretty much identically, except that people tend not to be able to use all of them equally well. They are named after the planes in which they originate - pure magic in the lower planes is called lowmagic, in this plane we have midmagic, and in the upper planes there's highmagic. Obviously, races tend to be attuned to the magic type of their home plane. Well, technically, there is also, really pure magic, but that doesn't occur naturally. Anyway, the point is that you need lowmagic to use magic, and and you need magic to live. But you can only use lowmagic. So while there is lots of magic around you, it's all useless to you, because it's midmagic. The most common source of lowmagic on this plane is souls, as souls on this plane are always made up of all three types of magic... not sure if that goes for the lower planes too, or if you even have souls. But I digress. For now, you are feeding of the residue of lowmagic in my own magic, which comes from my soul... but we'll have to find some other way to supply you with lowmagic, as I don't intend to hold a spell on you at all times. It would get tiring eventually. Maybe I can use crystalarrays to tap ley-lines in the lower planes... hmmm..."

--

Solarys was quite sure that things would get difficult with the school. Sure, her teacher had been extremely frightened by Nieril (she made a mental note to look into why), but the rest of the class wasn't. Or at least not as frightened. And they were still children. She knew how cruel children could be, and she was an obvious target. Sooner or later, they would forget about Nieril, and try to hurt her. Solarys considered what to do about it. She could probably ask Nieril to deal with it... or the teacher, who would not forget as easily, and help her out of fear for Nieril... but that didn't seem like a good idea. She needed to establish that she, as herself, was not someone to mess with. If she wanted to rule Cyrris one day, she couldn't hide in the shadow of somebody else.

But at least she was learning much better now. It was astonishing how clearer things became when they were coherently presented to her, instead of various fragments of explanations caught distorted through a half open window. Solarys was learning fast, and she relished it.

Getting things to eat was excellent too. It had taken a few days to work out a way for Nieril to get her food, as he wasn't used to normal concepts such as buying food. For him, he had always gotten meals served at home. Which was probably normal for most kids, Solarys mused. Nieril had said that he could just go into a shop and order them to give her food, and Solarys had declined, saying that it would be like stealing. And Solarys was trying to stay as law-abiding as possible. Doing illegal things was an option, but she preferred to keep it in reserve.

Eventually, they had settled on Nieril bringing her food from the Lightbringer family kitchens. He had told the cook that it was for a friend, and no further questions had been asked.

After school, Solarys spent most of the time teaching Nieril. He was diligent and learned well - if he felt that it was worth it. So at least half the time, Solarys had to convince him why various things were important to learn. She often had to construct elaborate scenarios as for why, for instance, knowing how to write an H could save you life. She still hadn't been able to explain why X was important. Figuring out a good reason was on her to do list. But for now, she needed to make plans. Plans to put her classmates in their place.

User avatar
Djehutynakht
Posts: 1546
Joined: Thu Feb 10, 2011 1:37 am UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Djehutynakht » Thu Dec 06, 2012 6:51 am UTC

I'll get going on everything tomorrow. For now though, sco, I'm letting you know the cult member has been granted a meeting, so you can start out whenever you like.

turkbaris13
Posts: 5
Joined: Sun May 06, 2012 2:37 pm UTC
Location: Somewhere in Earh

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby turkbaris13 » Thu Dec 06, 2012 8:42 am UTC

Okay sco I agree the embassy thing.
Turkeryan congress is thinking to ablonish the slavery the congress is starting to vote.
Turkerya starts building more steel mines in Northern Main Terriotry meanwhile start building spy and tobaco and cotton farms in its colonies.
Turkeryan king asks enigneers and scientists to start creating carbine rifles and start building factories to it and it will take 6 months to create first 50 guns.
Turkerya has prime minister election today Nationlist Party vs Social Democracy Party vs The People's Republic Party(The old prime minister's party that he wants to relected).

User avatar
Vieto
Posts: 1558
Joined: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:44 pm UTC
Location: Canada

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Vieto » Thu Dec 06, 2012 4:04 pm UTC

"So, if we are going to be magically augmenting our current steam technology, I am going to need to know how I can actually use this... magic."

Savino was in his workshop, along with one of the Magic Engineers, who preferred to call himself an Arcane Mechanics Engineer. They were talking late into the night, completely oblivious of the fighting about to begin hundreds of kilometers away.

"Well, lets start with the basics, and then I think you might be able to follow along from there. Magic as we know it is essentially a medium through which we can manipulate the environment remotely. Magic can be divided into five types, which we have named wood (or wind), fire, earth, metal, and water. Each element is best at manipulating objects of that type: wood manipulates things like air and wax. Fire manipulates chemistry, earth manipulates sand, granite, clay, things with silicon. Metal allows us to manipulate metals, as well as electricity. In fact, its how we discovered it in the first place. Finally, water gives us control over water, salts, acids... things that can dissolve in water. Of course, to say that one merely manipulates things is... an understatement. When elements are used in succession, they act normal. When combined... things can go really bad fast, but has the potential for healing magic, gravity and time manipulation... teleportation maybe. That is long term, once we have a model to predict what might happen better. Even the Feheron can't help us much there, which brings us to how magic is actually used.

"Starting with the Feheron, they can use magic, but for them it is largely prebundled. All Feheron can use some specific complex magic, such as healing spells, growing spells, sensing abilities, things that we can't do using copper at this time. However, they can also learn to use the basic five elements as well, which they can use on a conscious level combining the desire to use magic with specific emotional states, 2 per element. A novice can use simple spells, basic things such as pushing wind at an object, or throwing a ball of fire, while a master can combine emotional states, chain spells, and even control the weather. Fortunately for the war, they only ever have a dozen masters alive at a time, and most are largely pacifist or too old to fight. Otherwise, our steam cannons might not have helped us much against a hail storm or a sulfur shower.

"As Terrinechs, we do not have the ability to use magic on such an intuitive level. Instead, if we want to use magic, we need to use copper etched with symbols, which we call runes." He took out a small sheet of copper. "While a Terrinech cannot actually use magic, we do have a limited supply of it in our bodies, and that magic is still sensitive to the same emotional states. By having a starting location, one merely needs to apply pressure to that and if our emotional state matches the requirement, a small 'pulse' of magic is generated through the etches in the copper, using latent magic in the air to activate the spell on the rune, without having to actually use a personal supply of magic for anything more, unlike the Feheron's intuitive magic. However, we do not have the same room for error as the Feheron. The spell activated on the rune does exactly as is written, not necessarily as intended. One mark where one shouldn't be might accidently cause the spell to go the opposite direction as intended, although this is only true if it makes the symbol more like a different symbol, and with our printing press this can be minimized greatly once a working blueprint for the spell is made.

"Now, it should be noted that the air has a limited supply of magic, which can be used up with enough powerful spells. However, it seems that Turquoises have the capacity to store magic to a degree, so anything that relies on a constant supply of magic should use one or two to sustain itself."

Savino looked at the etchings in the copper that the AME made.

"So, I just push here..."

"And think of either a joyful or hateful thought, and it will create a small flame."

Savino did such, and to his astonishment, a flame formed in a small circle, before giving way to oxidized copper.

"Neat."

"I thought so myself. Now, while there are many experiments in the works to identify creation, destruction, or alternate forms of magic, I think we have all the tools we need here to make a very light steam rifle, self-refilling water cartridges, or even a floating steam cannon."

"Well then, lets get working."

((Yes, I did base this on the chinese elements, and I believe this counts as mid-magic, so mass, localized deaths should create a massive local surge in magic.))

User avatar
orangedragonfire
Posts: 13
Joined: Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:45 am UTC
Location: It exists. Probably.

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby orangedragonfire » Sat Dec 08, 2012 7:20 am UTC

Lord Arulan Lightbringer was one of the most of important men in Cyrris, and he knew it. Even among the people who considered themselves the important ones, he was in the top tier. For one, he was the Head of a major family. That alone defined him as a top player of cyrrian politics. You didn't become a family's Head by luck, and you certainly didn't stay alive long enough to enjoy the position by luck. With great power come a lot of people trying to kill you. And Arulan had power, for beyond being the Head of Lightbringer, he was also the High Tea Merchant. That position alone would also have been sufficient to make him a major player in Cyrris. Having both... well, only a few people ever managed to get two of the major positions. Or rather to hold the positions. Getting them was comparatively easy, but you did need to put an insane amount of time into them to make good use of them while avoiding getting killed.

And so, with two important positions taking a lot of his time, Arulan didn't have much time for his son. Today, though, he was passing through Htead, and had take n the day off to see to things at his estate in the city and make sure that his son was doing well.

He arrived in front of his estate, and stepped out of his vehicle. It was pretty much just a large luxurious chair with a roof of cloth against the sun and drapes around the sides in case he needed privacy. The chair did not move from the ground it stood on. Instead, the ground itself was moved by a troll. The smoothest, and certainly most extravagant way of traveling.

Arulan ignore the servants scraping and bowing to him, and went straight to his study. Arulan sat behind his desk, and ignored the papers neatly staked on it. He rang a little bell to call the overseer of the estate. Shortly, a thin wiry man in a deep blue cloak came in.

"Lord Master Arulan. It is good to see you."

"You too, Eryn.", Arulan said, and allowed himself a small smile, "Unfortunately, I am quite limited in time; I'll only stay for today. So give me a quick overview over the state of things here, and anything that might need to be done."

"Of course. Mostly things are going well. We have decent stores of tea, and it is selling quite well considering the season. We have a few new members of the staff, after their predecessors died of accidents... one was particularly inventive, and well carried out. I've promoted the one responsible. Your son is healthy and well, but has acted a bit... strange, recently."

"Oh? Do tell me more."

"He spends an awful lot of time in the city outside the estate, after previously usually getting bored with it after a few hours. He has been taking food from the kitchen - with permission - but is still eating normally at mealtimes, so we have no idea what he does with the extra food. And there is also... this odd document, which I got from a school. One of the more prestigious ones in Htaed."

Arulan took the document from Eryn, and studied it for a while.

"Admission for a girl named Solarys Shadowborn?"

"Yes. When asked, Nirian said that he did ask for this, so I have temporarily granted the admission, until such time as you might make your own decision on the matter."

"Strange.", Arulan said, "I do not recall the name Shadowborn..."

"It is unknown to me as well, and I checked the library very thoroughly.", Eryn said.

"Hmmm... bring my son to me. I wish to speak to him of this matter. Oh, and bring this... Solarys too. Maybe she can shed some light on what is happening."

turkbaris13
Posts: 5
Joined: Sun May 06, 2012 2:37 pm UTC
Location: Somewhere in Earh

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby turkbaris13 » Sat Dec 08, 2012 1:14 pm UTC

"Turkeryan elections won and Nationalitist Party Won, so as I am the new Prime Minister of Turkerya and hopefully your new idol leader for all of the citiziens of Turkerya. So as I mentioned in my speech our army should focus on the main land rather than our colonies. Our colonies has many people and loyal to us too but if our capital is gone our colonies is gone to. And in North Western Turkerya there are many barbaric tribes that are attacking at our merchants thay are looking for modern nations rather than barbaric countries. The Barbaric nations are really brave and wild. The warriors start trained while they were 7 and start their first tests by killing and hunting bears and when they are really experts like at age of 18 they hunt dragons but if they are lucky, since there are so rare dragons in the region and these barbaric tribes are killing them for food. If these nations won't get civilazed we will teach them how. Even that means war... But if you compare our honarable nation to those murder nations they have no chance against us!"
The New Prime Minister of Turkerya, Ali Turko
As few carbine rifles are made Turkerya is start giving them to first its army in Palace and continue from Capital City to Major Cities to Minor Cities and at the end Colonies.
Althought since Turkerya doesn't like to waste muzzle rifle they are trying to recycle the weapons so they can use it on carbines so Turkeryan engineers and scientist are looking for atleast use it.
Turkeryan Education Ministry decides to build magic schools in Turkeryan colonies.

turkbaris13
Posts: 5
Joined: Sun May 06, 2012 2:37 pm UTC
Location: Somewhere in Earh

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby turkbaris13 » Sat Dec 08, 2012 1:19 pm UTC

Map Year ??? 4, 6???????????????
Url: http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/4515/xkcdforummap.png
I put the territory that Turkerya took from Northern Islands but i don't really know who expanded or did other things.

User avatar
orangedragonfire
Posts: 13
Joined: Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:45 am UTC
Location: It exists. Probably.

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby orangedragonfire » Sat Dec 08, 2012 1:51 pm UTC

Year 1 still isn't over, and your map still isn't official.

turkbaris13
Posts: 5
Joined: Sun May 06, 2012 2:37 pm UTC
Location: Somewhere in Earh

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby turkbaris13 » Sat Dec 08, 2012 5:12 pm UTC

orangedragonfire wrote:Year 1 still isn't over, and your map still isn't official.

First of all we need to think about the turns, and how come it is not offical everyone agreed when i put we conqured northern island and sco disagreed the eastern island thing so i didn't put that and we should start doing expanding things rather than talking all day we need to do both of them or the game would be a chat game.

sco
Posts: 6
Joined: Wed May 16, 2012 8:19 pm UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby sco » Mon Dec 10, 2012 7:23 pm UTC

orangedragonfire wrote:5. Updates to the map are to be done as follows: Step 1, tell people that the map will be updated. Only do this if some time has passed since the last update, or some major changes have happened (new country, war has changed borders, etc.). Step 2: Give people time to tell you how their countries have changed since last update. The changes should be consistent with what the people have said in the RPG. You may omit this step if you only want to add a new country. Step 3: Post the updated map, along with a change-log telling people what has changed.


Turkbaris, this is why odf keeps saying your maps are invalid, it's rule five and since you said that you're not sure what other countries have done I think it might be a good idea to follow it. I know this is much slower and more talking than the old Create Your Own Country but I think most of the players are enjoying it this way. If it's really a big problem for you then it might be an idea to put the change as a suggestion to the other players or maybe create a new version of the game. Both this game style and the other have their good points but ultimately you just have to go with the way that these things develop.

User avatar
orangedragonfire
Posts: 13
Joined: Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:45 am UTC
Location: It exists. Probably.

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby orangedragonfire » Tue Dec 11, 2012 12:24 am UTC

Yes, turkbaris, if you do want to play a more strategically oriented game, we'll have to start a different game. This one will probably stay mostly talk.

As for speed, I think we'll keep the game at the speed of plot. So we move forward quickly when nothing interesting is happening, and take things slow when important events are going on. For now, there are introductions, so things will move slow until that is over.

User avatar
Vieto
Posts: 1558
Joined: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:44 pm UTC
Location: Canada

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Vieto » Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:00 am UTC

yeah, for a strategy version of this game, we would need set rules and balancing mechanisms. It would probably end up needing a rule book on the scale of a D&D or Warhammer rulebook. For this, roleplaying I think helps keep things balanced.

turkbaris13
Posts: 5
Joined: Sun May 06, 2012 2:37 pm UTC
Location: Somewhere in Earh

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby turkbaris13 » Tue Dec 11, 2012 4:08 am UTC

Yes lets create some rules so we will follow the game and know what to do so some one can create some rules atleast different rules than beggining page.

User avatar
orangedragonfire
Posts: 13
Joined: Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:45 am UTC
Location: It exists. Probably.

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby orangedragonfire » Sat Dec 15, 2012 10:46 pm UTC

Tystan Sunshower was getting bored. He was careful not to show this, of course, but he wished something would happen. They had spent the last week or so making friends with the people in the village - and it had been easy. He suspected that they too had similar orders, to be friendly and learn everything they could. It seemed to fit with that nothing really... important... had been learned about this new country. Just generic things. Tystan was sure that he could have wrangled a few secrets out of the villagers through sneaky maneuvers, but it wasn't worth it. They weren't important enough to know the real secrets of this country. His mission here wasn't to gain information, but to portray a trustworthy image of Cyrris. He just hoped they'd move been able to move on to more important things.

--

Nirian Nightshadow was on a ship, and it would take him to his new home. As duke of the new territories, it was expected of him to live there, at least for a few years, to show support. He didn't mind. After all, it would be... his. All of it. There would be a lot less of the rivalry found back in the main Cyrris, and a whole lot of people obeying him because he was running things. Sure, there were a few other people with claim to the title of duke, but they were either far away or inexperienced. Oh, yes, he couldn't wait to get started with his new life.

--

Sirilly Icewatcher considered carefully what she was about to do, and whether it was suicide. It probably was. But then again, if it worked... if he listened to him... it was definitely worth the risk. She looked down at the envelope in her hands, which was covered in strange runes. Then she threw it into the fire.

It hadn't been easy finding a way to contact Ulinder. Eventually, she had found her way to Martheus Dawnwatcher, who had listened to her problem, and then asked for a horrendous price. After being payed, he had casually scribbled a few runes on a envelope, and told her that it and everything in it would be brought directly to Ulinder if the envelope was burned. He had also given her an extra message to include in the envelope.

And so it was that Ulinder received an envelope with two letters:

My glorious Master and God Ulinder,
it has come to my attention that due to having only recently returned to this world, you might not be aware of how things work in Cyrris. This is evident in several rather... clumsy plots. There was the woman sent to Tystan Sunshower, which would have been extremely suspicious had my agents not covered it up, suspicious to the point of revealing your identity even. And there were the gnomes. First off all, it naturally didn't work, the gnomes know that it's best for them to be loyal to the Night Elves. Secondly, it would have messed up all the other plans. With demonic powers, it would have been obvious to all Night Elf followers that it was your doing. And that would have turned most of your current followers away from you.
I have no doubt that these unfortunate circumstances were not due to a lack of skill on your part. Instead, as stated in the beginning, you are simply unaware of current events in Cyrris. As such, I would consider it an honor to help you refine any future plots involving this country, so that they might work better and thus further your power.
It might also be a good idea to give your followers an easier way to contact you than this
Sirilly Icewatcher


Hey,
you have some security holes, apparent due to the fact that I managed to send you this message. It only took an in-depth study of one of your devils, so there is a possibility that some of your enemies might be able to gain the same insights if they do the same study. Your magical link to the devils, which in part powers their magic, can be decoded and used to link to an inanimate object, like this letter, without your knowledge. Tightening the bond then sends the letter directly to you. I do believe that you can see why this is dangerous - instead of a letter, you could send acid, ice, large amounts of water, glowing hot iron... things that are harmful. I'm not sure about the scale, but it might even be possible to drop a mountain on you like this. Anyway, there is a simple fix, so get someone to look into that.
[Incredibly technical discussion of the problem and the wards necessary to stop it]
With best regards,
Martheus Dawnwatcher


--

Arulan had read through a few documents when Eryn returned with Nieril and Solarys. Arulan finished reading the last few lines of the document he was holding, and then put it down. He stood up, and walked around the kids, considering them carefully. His son was growing up so fast... last time he had seen the boy, he had barely been able to walk. Now he was a healthy young boy, clearly used to running around and causing mischief. The girl looked poor. Really poor. She had bad clothing, and was quite thin. She looked maybe a year older than his son, soon old enough to go to school. Of course, she wouldn't have enough money to actually go to school, but that was beside the point.

But the interesting thing about her were her eyes. They looked... well, when she had first come in, she was enchanted by the room. When looking at him, she was frightened, as she should be. But through all of that, there was a hard glint of determination in her eyes. A glint of boundless ambition. He had seen it before, and it was quite dangerous. People who had that kind of ambition tended to be very dangerous opponents. He had never seen it in somebody so young, though.

Having completed his inspection of the children, he still had no idea why his son was spending time with this girl. He intended to find out, though.

"Eryn, leave us.", he said, before turning to the children, "I think we should have this talk in a more comfortable setting. Follow me."

He led them to a door on the side of the room. It was painted in the same color as the wall, and thus not easy to see. Going through, they came to a small but more cozy room. There were five large comfortable chairs arranged around a low table. Plants stood in the corners, and there was a nice fireplace. While standing before the desk of his office gave the feeling of being on trial, this room was easy to relax in. Arulan took one of the chairs, and motioned for the children to sit.

"Now... I don't think I have heard the name Shadowborn before. So could you tell me more about the Shadowborn family?"

"I am the only member. I picked the name myself, because I had no other.", Solarys said.

Arulan raised an eyebrow. An orphan, then. Quite a bit lower than he had thought, then. Solarys did have fairly neat clothes, so he had expected her to be from a poor family, maybe lower servant caste... but this... well, while her social rank had dropped, his opinion of the girl had risen considerably. For her circumstances, she was keeping her clothes and herself clean and neat. And, without a family, she had to do all that by herself.

"I see.", he said evenly, "And how do you know my son?"

"He tricked me into teaching him.", Solarys said, giving a very bad impression of being offended. Arulan didn't believe for a second that she really was that bad of an actor, she clearly wanted them to see through it. Nieril grinned, and stuck stuck his tongue out at her. Arulan, however, was intrigued. The document he had just finished reading had detailed several attempts over the last year at getting a teacher for Nieril. Apparently, the boy was too unruly, and and no interest in learning anything. So what did this new information mean?

User avatar
Djehutynakht
Posts: 1546
Joined: Thu Feb 10, 2011 1:37 am UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Djehutynakht » Sun Dec 16, 2012 3:36 am UTC

Alright, we've been on hiatus too long. Where to begin...?
____________

King Marcus was sitting once again in his city-home study while lunch was being served. Along with him were his Chief Advisor, Harris Roald, the ever present Captain of the RTSG, Julius Ulmati, his Foreign Advisor, Gordon Briggs and the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Minerva Fargrim. Lieutenant Seold, who was delayed by a few days due to a storm in central Wiern, also joined them.

Seold had arrived at the gate of the Foreign ministry several nights ago, completely drenched by rain. He relayed his message to a lower Foreign Service Officer while sitting next to a fire (being a Djinn who had just spent several nights out in the cold and rain, he was barely inches from sitting on the fire itself). The officer listened quietly and wrote upon his parchment furiously. When he returned only an hour later, Lieutenant Seold was amazed that not only had the Minister of Foreign Affairs appeared, but also the King himself. Immediately Seold once again relayed his report to the King and Minister, this time sitting completely upright and giving every intricate detail he could remember. A delicious dinner was set up in the parlor in the meantime for the three of them. Seold gave them the documents he had brought from both his superiors and from the Cyrrians.

For the few days since, the King and counsel had been considering what to do regarding this situation. Immediately after hearing that report, the King sent word to convene the Senate. He was to make his own decision regarding what to do in this situation, but in addition to him the Senate had to give their own affirmation to accepting an ambassador from this foreign land. Nobody could see any reason not to-- the Senators from Wiern especially would be hoping to get a trade boost from having relations with this eastern Kingdom, but it was still required. The Senators from Scalla were expected to push back for increased relations with the Alban tribe, but since this was already anticipated, a delegation already on its way there, the Senate vote was expected to be harmonious based on the King's own decision.

The Senate would be convened to this matter in only a few hours. Marcus and counsel in the meantime, were to finalize their decree to present their decision. They had debated over the past few days, and, especially with Marcus' own enthusiasm, the only question now really seemed to be the fine points.

"So, with our last few hours dwindling down, and the Senate gathering in their chambers, anyone have any last minute thoughts," King Marcus said, as he brought a spoonful of soup to his mouth.

"Well, your majesty," Briggs, his Foreign Advisor said as he carved a piece of Turkey. "We all know that you seem to be in support of this exciting new prospect to increase our worldview. And I will say that I'm behind you on it. We met with the Grand Magistrate of the Senate yesterday, as you know, and he affirmed that the Magistrarium will back your decisions and that the Senate as a whole should be in support".

"Yes," Roald, the chief advisor seconded. "And I met with both of the Tribunes General this morning. The one from Wiern was quite enthusiastic, and echoed the Grand Magistate's seniments. The one from Scalla also demontrated his support, though he's hoping that we also increase relations with the Albans."

"Well so am I," Marcus said. "They have my absolute backing on that, as I trust you told him."

"Aye," Roald replied.

"Well there's not much for them to support or not yet anyways," Minister Fargrim remarked, sitting somewhat stiffly as was her nature. "This vote is only for whether or not to accept them into the country. Once they get here we have so much more. To more fully interrogate them about their nation and their purpose. To find their own nation and contact their leaders (we've sent out followup team to contact the exploration party we sent East, by the way, your majesty). To send our own ambassador, set up trade routes, set up trade and send our own ambassador. Recognize their nation and begin normal relations... There's so much left to do. This is the easy part."

"Right you are," said Marcus III, now concentrating on a biscuit. "So let's focus on the time before then. Any ideas?"

"Well," Briggs replied. "Except for all of those official matters, such as the Foreign Minister just described, I believe it's all up to you. Perhaps we should focus on getting them here to Scargo."

"Excellent. So what do you think would be the best plan of action?"

"Well, your majesty, I would suggest a quiet plan of action. Most of the official stuff doesn't happen until they're here anyways, so I suggest that their travel here be quiet. Don't try to hide them, per say, but don't have a parade and official announcement through every town they travel through. We can have a sort of welcoming ceremony for them once they reach the city, which I'm sure we can have planned within a few days. But just lead them through the roads. Let them look at the country a bit. Poa's fairly tucked away on the rural frontier, but once they get onto one of the main roads it shouldn't take them too long to get to the capital, depending on how fast they're willing to move. Just a quiet little caravan making it's way to the capital. Once they get here, well, you can set them up in one of the manors or one of our nicer hotels or something of that sort for the time being. As for their escorts, our roads are fairly safe, as well as our borders. I suggest you have the border patrol team who found them bring them here. They've been with them for a week, so they've probably gotten to know each other by now and would be comfortable with more familiar faces. What say you Minerva? Do you think your sister's up for it?"

The Foreign Minister dabbed her face with a napkin. "I believe my sister is more than capable enough to escort these newcomers, yes." she said. "She is a border patrol captain, after all. But your majesty should probably inform the General of the Dragooneers of your decision if you decide to back this idea. Don't forget that Arturio Winterbalm is the Dragoon assigned to that patrol. He and his dragon's little incident with the fires near the Drago Cathedral is one of the reasons that the General banished him to the border patrols in the first place."

"Ah yes," Marcus recalled. "It was such a shame that they reassigned him because of that little accident. I was really quite fond of the pair of them. Such a lively dragon too, with crystal blue scales like ice itself! Yes, yes. Harris, get a note down to the Dragoon Headquarters. Tell them that Winterbalm is being redirected at my orders and that I want no ill-will from anyone. Make it clear."

"Right away sir," Roald said, and began writing.

"Speaking of the military," Briggs brought up. "When I was talking with the Minister of Defense, he wanted to know if we had any information military-wise to give him. I suppose it's his job to be paranoid, but he was worried if these new people might constitute any sort of military threat to us, or if they were a distraction or a scouting mission for a larger military campaign".

"If I may, sir," Lieutenant Seold spoke up. "The Cyrrians, as far as we can tell, do not seem to be very militaristic. Focusing in the caravan in particular, they would be no threat purely because of their numbers. They were armed, as you'd expect any caravan travelling into strange new territory to be, but not overly so. They didn't appear such militarily either. So I would not suspect their priorities to be militaristic. Although, like we've all said, we haven't met their nation as a whole, so we can't really know."

"Alright then," Marcus said, stretching. "Perfect. Is that all?"

"Not quite, your majesty," Captain Ulmati, who until now had been silent, spoke up. "I have one more concern which I wish to address."

Marcus frowned. "Ulinder?" he asked. "But there are none outside of Scargo. The rest of the country barely knows about that cult, if at all."

"Within our nation," Ulmati replied. "But they have to come from somewhere. That god was brought here from a foreign land. And now we are welcoming in foreigners... from a foreign, unknown, land. It would be best to be cautious, no?"

Marcus shook his head. "If it wasn't for what's been happening lately, I'd say you were paranoid. I still might say it. But fine... You have my permission to monitor them for any signs of Ulindians amongst them. But keep it quiet. You can train Seold to look for them while he's escorting them here. But nobody else yet".

"This is fine," Ulmati replied.

"Well then," Marcus said. "It seems we're all in order then. Let's prepare for our day in the Senate. Get all spruced up and such. Prepare everything we need to say. Lieutenant, you will be asked to give testimony of your experience, which you've already written up. After that I want you to go get some rest. The Weather Bureau doesn't expect any storms over Wiern tonight, so you should safely arrive back in Poa by morning. Think you can handle it?"

"An officer in your majesty's Border Patrols?" Seold asked. He grinned. "It's my job to do it".

"Good man," Marcus said. "Let's get going".
___________________________________________________

The Royal Tricilian Expeditionary Corps Eastern Expedition (RTEC-EE, or EastEx) has been exploring the land east of the Wiern Borders for several weeks. In that time, the rather large Expedition has been mapping, collecting samples, and contacting any peoples they've come across. These lands have been explored before, often informally, but this time the effort to make a large research was much greater, as well as to connect to foreign peoples. The rumored kingdom to the East had not yet been found, dissappointing the diplomats, but the land in-between was ripe with new discoveries, exciting the researchers.

However, there were also the worried guards. Somewhere in the great east, they weren't quite sure where, were Bellusians. The Bellusians were what was referred to in Tricily as a "Barbaric" or "Savage" tribe. Tricily had been to "war" with them several times. From time to time they would attack border towns and quite often went after any travellers they came upon. Nobody knew much about them. They were suspected to be semi-nomadic, no central leader uniting all of the various groups and villages, and quite warmongering. They attacked, they killed, they plundered. Never quite enough to pose a serious threat to the entire Tricilian kingdom as a whole, but definately something for an expedition well beyond the borders to be concerned with coming across. The expedition was given ample guard because of this, but it was still wiser to avoid than to challenge.

And that is why when the Chief of the Expedition, Major Casper DuBois, came across a section of forest which had been completely charred to the bone, including the remains of a deserted caravan wagon, with the rotting carcass of a previous sacrifice sitting atop a boulder-altar in the center of the clearing of this charred land, te became understandably worried.

_______________________________________________________

Senate Chambers, Scargo, Tricily

After a brief afternoon hearing and subsequent vote, the Senate of Scargo has confirmed the decree of King Marcus III to allow in an amabassador from the Kingdom of Cyrris. Shortly after this vote was decreed, a messenger Djinn was sent via whirlwind to summon the Ambassador from his current location on the Tricilian Border.

User avatar
orangedragonfire
Posts: 13
Joined: Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:45 am UTC
Location: It exists. Probably.

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby orangedragonfire » Mon Dec 17, 2012 5:40 am UTC

Tystan got the message that they had been allowed into Tricily, and started giving orders to his little group. He wanted them to pack their things and be on their way into the country by evening, heading towards the capital. After all, the decree allowing this came directly from the king, and it wouldn't do to keep a king waiting. Also, he would be glad to finally get out of this silly village. Of course he said the opposite, and made sure to sound sincere in his regret over having to leave his new friends.

He also took contact with Cyrris for the first time since entering Tricily. It wasn't that it was difficult to establish long-distance communication, but he had no doubt that they were being monitored. And while it was beneficial that Tricily was aware that the communication was possible, it wasn't beneficial to Cyrris if they knew that it was fairly easy. Well, for a certain definition of easy. Tystan himself couldn't do it. So he had one of his official Court Magicians do the spell.

The Court Magicians were the ones serving the royal family, and all major officials, like the Chief Ambassador. He had one with him for the explicit purpose of being able to establish direct contact with the palace. There were several reasons that he would give reports to the palace and nobody else. The most important was of course to enforce the illusion that the King ruled Cyrris. But furthermore, his reports were directly to the Prime Advisor. This meant that no faction could claim that he was unfair with the distribution of new information, since the Prime Advisor was by law neutral.

Tystan waited patiently while the Court Magician spoke long incantations complete with exaggerated arm movements. It was a very inefficient way of calling forth the Shadow Mirror, but it was necessary to make it seem like this was difficult. This way, the magician would actually be exhausted, because this inefficient version of the spell didn't just take a lot longer, but also took a lot more magic.

Eventually, a smooth mirror took form in a shadowy cloud in front of Tystan. For a moment he considered his reflection, before it changed to a scene in the palace, with Reily sitting behind his desk.

"Ah, Tystan.", said the Prime Advisor politely, "What news do you have?"

"I have gotten permission to enter Tricily, and have been summoned to the capital. We will be leaving for there this evening. Everybody so far has been more than accommodating; I have no reason to believe that this will change. At this rate, we will easily be able to establish peaceful and profitable connections with Tricily."

"That is good news. The king will be glad to hear it.", Reily said with a smile, "Good work, Chief Ambassador. You do your country proud."

User avatar
Djehutynakht
Posts: 1546
Joined: Thu Feb 10, 2011 1:37 am UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Djehutynakht » Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:21 am UTC

Lieutenant Seold having arrived back in the village of Poa, took brief council in private with his fellow Patrolmates. He informed them that they were to escort the Cyrrian diplomat into Tricily, guarding and guiding him along the way. Caution was to be taken, both in the caravan's interactions with Tricilians and with Tricilians interations with the caravan, but generally their top goal was to make sure they arrived safe in the capital city of Scargo, where the Ministry of Foreign Affairs would take over the mission of dealing with the Ambassador (at the mention of her sister, Captain Fargrim put on a stoic face). They were to keep a low profile, not hiding the fact that they were escorting an ambassador, but not announcing it through every town they passed through either.

"Will we be flying any part of the way?" Captain Arturio Winterbalm asked. With the exception of a few demonstatory flights to amuse the children of the village as well as to entertain the Ambassador, his dragon Nestor had been mostly grounded at Ezekial Nunn's orders--- still believing the dragon was a nuisance. Zeke Nunn, now having recieved due payment from the capital, was a much more happy old village chief and would be hosting a farwell feast for the Ambassador and Patrolees that night. They were to leave in the morning.

"I don't suspect so," Lieutenant Seold replied. "There are far too many to transport by whirlwind and dragon alone. If they didn't have all of their travelling equipment and carts it might be feasible, but I think our best bet is the ground."

"We know that Nestor, like any dragon, gets restless if he doesn't get to fly for long," Fargrim added. "So you'll get to fly up ahead every once in a while to scout out our route and survey what's ahead. When we reach Scargo though, it's probably best you enter the city walking". Arturio frowned at this cheeky reminder of his last incident in the capital.

The one thing Lieutenant Seold didn't share, however, was Captain Ulmati's orders to be on the lookout for any followers of Ulinder. Before he had left Scargo, Ulmati had briefed him of the whole Ulindian situation and had made him a deputized agent of the RTSG. As was said, the Ulinder cult was not known nor in existence outside the city of Scargo, so not even Captain Fargrim really knew that much about it. The lookout for any signs of the cult amongst the Ambassador's caravan would be strictly his own.
____________________________________________________________

"So that's our general plan," Captain Fargrim concluded with Tystan after having explained their general travel itinerary. They would have their farewell dinner tonight, leave after an early breakfast, and take the route of several farm roads northwest until they reached one of the main roads which led to the capital. They would travel from town to town, and it would take them a few days. They were not travelling secret, but a low profile was being kept. A celebration was planned for the Ambassador to celebrate his arrival into Scargo. After that, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with all of their diplomats would take over the situation, meeting with the Ambassador and going over the situation and future relations to be had.

"This sounds reasonable," Tystan said. "My humblest thanks for all of your generousity in hosting us these past few days".

"The pleasure has been ours," Captain Fargrim replied. "Although Ezekial Nunn is the man you should really thank. He's not very keen on Border Patrols stopping by the village. I expect he won't be too sad to see us leave with you. He yearns for the day when he will no longer be in charge of a border town".

I wonder what that could mean, Tystan thought. "Ah yes," he answered aloud. "I'll be sure to thank him tonight at the feast. I cannot wait to behold your glorious capital. I see a bright and glorious friendship between our two countries in the future".
_____________________________________________

Several of the top public events planners were ushered into the King's office in Scargo to begin planning for the Cyrrian Ambassador's arrival. The King wanted to make it a humble, yet exciting event. He wants to portray the nation in it's best light and truly impress the emissaries, but yet not come off as too overbearing or too showy. Who knows what kind of character this other nation has, he wonders. Keep it simple and not-too-big, but let him know he's not entering any backwater country either.
______________________________________

My own "to do" list.

-Contact inactive peoples and wonder where they've been.
Spoiler:
-Bellusian Update- Western Expeditions encounters in the Eastern Wilderness and eventual trek to Cyrris.
--Alban Update- Diplomatic Envoy to the North
-Pirates and the Plinian Sea
-Tammuz- Prince Antonis, Drago Khan and the Southern Desert
-Ulinder
-Profiles of peoples, cults, cultures, religions, maps, etc. Visuals?



ODF, for the feast and subsequent journey to Scargo, I don't know if you actually want to make the journey eventful or whether you just want to cut right to the punch and just do a summary (They went from town to town. People wondered at who these new people were, etc. etc. etc. Soon they were at the Gates to the City). If the latter, just be sure to stop before actually entering the city, because that introductory bit's my part).

sco
Posts: 6
Joined: Wed May 16, 2012 8:19 pm UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby sco » Mon Dec 17, 2012 7:04 pm UTC

Alright, sorry I've been away for a while, I think I've addressed everything, enjoy!

Vieto wrote:To the east of the cape, five Jaguars escorted by 50 dolphins and 50 Armadillos floated as the Terrinech engineers, along with several Feherons, studied the aurora to their east with telescopes and magic-sensitive copper instruments. All of them were puzzled, as it had grown stronger each day. When the moon turned bloody red, it came with a change in strength for the magic. The explaination was simple for the colour change; it was the result of an ash cloud, perhaps from a volcano. That was normal, and not new for the Terrinech, who had known many volcanoes over the past century. What was new was that it came with a magic force, a darker presence. Their work was cut short when one of them heard cannon fire coming from the cape. A battle had begun.

Three small winged creature appear on the horizon and fly with great speed towards the vessels. Landing on the bow of the lead ship they bow before the captain before straightening. “It seems that you have been observing our lands for quite some time. What is it that you seek with us?”

orangedragonfire wrote:"Yes, you are actually only using lowmagic - don't even seem to have a glimmer of midmagic potential, although for some reason you seem to have a decent potential for highmagic... not that it's actually used, but it's there. Anyway, I should explain. There are three forms of pure magic, each of which behave pretty much identically, except that people tend not to be able to use all of them equally well. They are named after the planes in which they originate - pure magic in the lower planes is called lowmagic, in this plane we have midmagic, and in the upper planes there's highmagic. Obviously, races tend to be attuned to the magic type of their home plane. Well, technically, there is also, really pure magic, but that doesn't occur naturally. Anyway, the point is that you need lowmagic to use magic, and and you need magic to live. But you can only use lowmagic. So while there is lots of magic around you, it's all useless to you, because it's midmagic. The most common source of lowmagic on this plane is souls, as souls on this plane are always made up of all three types of magic... not sure if that goes for the lower planes too, or if you even have souls. But I digress. For now, you are feeding of the residue of lowmagic in my own magic, which comes from my soul... but we'll have to find some other way to supply you with lowmagic, as I don't intend to hold a spell on you at all times. It would get tiring eventually. Maybe I can use crystalarrays to tap ley-lines in the lower planes... hmmm..."

“potential for high-magic? Interesting. Well, if you’re looking for ways to keep me on this plane then, at least as a stop-gap solution there is always the usual way. But as far as these types of magic go, you said not all of your people used high magic, does that mean that it is learnt? I imagine that, if you were to unlock this power in me, I would be a much more useful servant, would I not?”

Djehutynakht wrote:I'll get going on everything tomorrow. For now though, sco, I'm letting you know the cult member has been granted a meeting, so you can start out whenever you like.

In robes marked with the symbol of Ulinder a cultist comes before the King of _____. Bowing he smiles openly up at the King, “Your Majesty, I come before you today on behalf of my brethren, the Priests of Ulinder and I hope to resolve some of the issues that have marred our relations with your beautiful city thus far. In token of our goodwill towards your Majesty and your country we bring this gift, in the hope that we will be allowed to continue our good work.” A lesser cultist enters from the other room, leading a strange creature that, at first glance, would seem to be a horse. Its coat is the purest white and it’s hooves shine and sparkle like diamonds. It’s mane is as of spun gold and it’s eyes flash with a quick intelligence and steely determination. Anyone who knew a little about horses could see that it was bred for strength and endurance, yet with a decent turn of speed on it if necessary. In short, it was a war-horse fit for a king. Almost as if to top it all off, after entering and standing tall for a moment, almost posing, the horse stomps one hoof and snorts, a wisp of smoke curling up from its nostrils. “I hope that you find our offering acceptable. It is ever so difficult to find a gift worthy of a king. You don’t already have one, do you?”

turkbaris13 wrote:Okay sco I agree the embassy thing.

The men approach the leader of the Turkeryan colony, bowing their heads in respect. “governor, (let me know if the heads of colonies have other names in your nation) we represent the nation of Tarus, we hold islands a little to the south of your colonies. We understand you may be having some problems with the natives, along with the orcish pirate-nations which are ever a plague upon this region. We would request an alliance between our two peoples in an effort to quell these mutual threats and make this region safe for both of our people. All we ask is that our religion be allowed to be freely practiced within your borders and that our people be welcomed as friends and allies. In return we will aid you, supplying both manpower and methods with which you may defend yourselves from our mutual enemies.”

orangedragonfire wrote:Tystan Sunshower was getting bored. He was careful not to show this, of course, but he wished something would happen. They had spent the last week or so making friends with the people in the village - and it had been easy. He suspected that they too had similar orders, to be friendly and learn everything they could. It seemed to fit with that nothing really... important... had been learned about this new country. Just generic things. Tystan was sure that he could have wrangled a few secrets out of the villagers through sneaky maneuvers, but it wasn't worth it. They weren't important enough to know the real secrets of this country. His mission here wasn't to gain information, but to portray a trustworthy image of Cyrris. He just hoped they'd move been able to move on to more important things.

While working diligently and acting like any other member of the Cyrrian ambassadorial party by day, although still maintaining her penchant for speaking with children, the woman, who identified herself as Eve (no, I couldn’t think of a more original name and I was tired of her not having one) came to Tystan’s tent one night, smiling that mysterious and inviting smile of hers. “my lord, I believe that I may have information that could be useful to you in your work.” She then proceeded to relay to him much of the information that the cult in Scargo had discovered about the country and the city in particular, something of the political and social structure, names and positions of a few key players, etc. “So, have I done well my Lord? Has my service pleased you?”

orangedragonfire wrote:My glorious Master and God Ulinder,
it has come to my attention that due to having only recently returned to this world, you might not be aware of how things work in Cyrris. This is evident in several rather... clumsy plots. There was the woman sent to Tystan Sunshower, which would have been extremely suspicious had my agents not covered it up, suspicious to the point of revealing your identity even. And there were the gnomes. First off all, it naturally didn't work, the gnomes know that it's best for them to be loyal to the Night Elves. Secondly, it would have messed up all the other plans. With demonic powers, it would have been obvious to all Night Elf followers that it was your doing. And that would have turned most of your current followers away from you.
I have no doubt that these unfortunate circumstances were not due to a lack of skill on your part. Instead, as stated in the beginning, you are simply unaware of current events in Cyrris. As such, I would consider it an honor to help you refine any future plots involving this country, so that they might work better and thus further your power.
It might also be a good idea to give your followers an easier way to contact you than this
Sirilly Icewatcher

No sooner had the last curl of paper blackened than it began to reform, becoming whole and new again and falling just outside of the fire. When opened it revealed a new letter, written in dark red letters that Sirilly had no doubt was blood:
Sirilly Icewatcher,
I have always appreciated those with ambition, and courage… and pride. The world has indeed come far and there is much which must be illuminated of its new shape. Do not presume too far, Icewatcher, for I am sure that you have seen plots which appeared crude at the time and yet achieved… unexpected and unanticipated successes. Teach us of your lands, of what you believe we should know, and perhaps we shall both be illuminated in the process.
[Basic instructions on devil summoning, since this is largely dependant upon the power of the soul to work it only requires the person to know the runes and/or incantations, they don’t need any inherent magical powers themselves. A vial of silver liquid also falls from the fire, with instructions to use it to contact Ulinder when direct contact is necessary]
The bottom of the letter is simply signed with a symbol of Ulinder.
Within the envelope is another sealed letter with the name Martheus Dawnwatcher written upon it. If an attempt is made to open the letter by another it turns out to be magically sealed and if the attempt persists then it bursts into flames, although doesn’t burn.

orangedragonfire wrote:Hey,
you have some security holes, apparent due to the fact that I managed to send you this message. It only took an in-depth study of one of your devils, so there is a possibility that some of your enemies might be able to gain the same insights if they do the same study. Your magical link to the devils, which in part powers their magic, can be decoded and used to link to an inanimate object, like this letter, without your knowledge. Tightening the bond then sends the letter directly to you. I do believe that you can see why this is dangerous - instead of a letter, you could send acid, ice, large amounts of water, glowing hot iron... things that are harmful. I'm not sure about the scale, but it might even be possible to drop a mountain on you like this. Anyway, there is a simple fix, so get someone to look into that.
[Incredibly technical discussion of the problem and the wards necessary to stop it]
With best regards,
Martheus Dawnwatcher

(assuming that the response is delivered and opened it reads as follows, again in blood.)
Arrogance, and from one who has captured one of my servants. Your suggestions may be useful but do not think I am so easily caught off guard. As your plane rejects my devils, so this plane rejects that from yours, especially closer to the seat of my power. Perhaps wardings could be devised but only once the problem was known and very few have had the opportunity to attempt this trick against me twice. But your ingenuity makes you an asset of some worth, so continue playing with your new pet, perhaps something interesting will come of it.
Again, a symbol of Ulinder adorns the bottom of the page.

Finally the orcs had amassed their war party, finally the squabbles had been resolved and orcs what needed killing had been killed. The fleet amassed south of the Turkeryan colonies, “dis ‘ere’s the biggest war I eva seen boss, ain’t no one can beat dis. Da humans don’t stand a chance.” “yeah, lets kill us some ‘umans.” The chief raises his axe into the air and bellows to the other boats, “WAAARRRRR” the fleet sails towards the colonies.

More sacrifices… more sacrifices means less slaves, less slaves means less work gets done. The next stage must begin soon, more must be brought under our control. We cannot sustain this for long, not without expanding. Still, the northern plan is coming to fruition, we shall have more sacrifices soon. The high priest finished sacrificing the last of today’s victims.

User avatar
Vieto
Posts: 1558
Joined: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:44 pm UTC
Location: Canada

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Vieto » Tue Dec 18, 2012 1:44 am UTC

My excuse is that it is exam season, Lynx (who was interacting with me) disappeared, and my neighbor to the north is already on year 6. I think we are a tad spread out.

Map in spoilers to get a visual of scale.
Spoiler:
Your demons sure can fly far.

IMG.jpg


---
It was the dark of the night, and the Laeszin fleet spotted the lights of the city in the distance. Sparing no time, they made straight for the city, hoping to burn down a large part of the Natechi fleet before they could become aware. Unfortunately, the Natechi fleet had several dolphins patrolling the region, and they sounded an electrical siren, warning the town and the fort of the invaders. The fort, not yet having a siren of their own, rang bells and prepared their bronze cannons, while the crews of the docked ships woke up or rushed out from their taverns to man their ships. The patrolling dolphins moved in to engage the fleet of Dragons and Piranhas, and after a few ranged volleys, they turned broadside to unleash their smaller, medium-ranged cannons. While they turned, the dragons and Piranhas kept moving forwards, to the Dolphin captain's surprises. as the fronts of their ships took cannonfire, the Laeszin ships soon got close enough to unleash their secret weapon: liquid fire. The blocked ships slowed down before shooting a stream of fire at the Dolphins, setting them ablaze, while the other dragons and piranhas rushed straight through. Fire spread across the water, and the bailing crews, trained from steam engine fires, rushed to pour water on the blaze, which only made it worse.

By this time, the advancing ships were illuminated by the fire and visible to the forts, who began firing their cannons at the ships. While small targets, and with deflecting plates on their decks, several of the ships were hit and sunk, if only a small fraction of the fleet, and they made for the harbour. The ships at port had begun to make for sea, the crews knowing the battle plans for this kind of event like the back of their hands, drunk or sober. The Ocelot ships, nearly useless in close naval combat, were to escape to the north. The Armadillos rushed in first, counting on their protective bronze-plated decks to protect them from cannonfire, followed by dolphins for broadsiding, and supported by larger Jaguar ships. They would try to circle around the oncoming fleet in order to flank them while blasting them to pieces, with only a few, more observant sailors finding the billowing fires of the patrols in any form unusual.

The Armadillos rushed forward towards the enemy, again a repeat of the shooting match that the patrol dolphins faced, but with the heavy cannons on the Dragons bouncing off the Armour plating. However, as the Armadillos got close, the enemy ships began shooting a stream of fire again at the Armadillos. The decks of the Armadillos was bronze, but their hulls were wooden, and this caught fire, quickly smoking out the crews, who were astonished that the wet, treated timbers were on fire, and heated further by the water. The dolphins and jaguars began circling as planned, but their crews watched in horror as their armoured ships caught fire and water failed to save them. It was clear that they could not afford any of their ships to get too close to the enemies. Fortunately for them, hitting the dragons on their sides was more effective than bow shots, so they began pounding the Laeszin fleets in that manner.
-----

2 captains, their Jaguar's anchored within shouting distance, heard the first sounds of cannonfire coming from the cape. Little did they know, their influence would soon grow greatly in the Natechi Empire.

"Listen, we need to go back to port. Most of our ships won't be fully staffed, and they won't be expecting reinforcements."

"Our orders were to study the Aurora. We can't just abandon our posts."

"We weren't expecting an attack either, we have to support them."

"I can't very well bring all this equiptment into a war zone!"

"Fine then. You stay here, I'll leave you 5 dolphins and 5 armadillos for escort purposes, in case you get ambushed, and I'll take the rest back to see what is going on."

"Very well."

...

As the ships left, Captain Phincho Todd strolled onto the deck. admittedly, he did not see much value for having his ships several miles from shore. He was told that sea was better for this observation, as mountain observatories would take too long to set up, while a sea-based location worked just as well. He failed to see the benefit of spending so much time wasted looking at an Aurora. In the end, magic tricks were not what would win wars, firepower was the best solution, or perhaps diplomacy. He had fought some Feheron ships during his time, and while they shot balls of fire, or bolts of lightning, it did very little against his bronze-plated ships, which simply ripped through the enemy ships, no matter which way they came from. Part of him yearned for something new to happen. He suspected that the Turks were behind the attack on the port city nearby, but they would be fools to think they could defeat the Natechi at sea, even with their gunpowder cannons.

"Hey look, what's that?"

Hearing the lookout, he looked over the sea, to see 3 winged creatures over the horizon. As they landed in front of him, they looked like a smaller, ugly version of a Terrinech. The Feheron were more startled than his Terrinech brethren, as they were still uneased by even Terrinech such as himself. Some of his soldiers began to raise their weapons in defense.

sco wrote:Three small winged creature appear on the horizon and fly with great speed towards the vessels. Landing on the bow of the lead ship they bow before the captain before straightening. “It seems that you have been observing our lands for quite some time. What is it that you seek with us?”


Phincho smiled. Something interesting had happened.
"At ease men, they wish to talk." He turned to the creatures. "We are unaware of lands beyond the sea, other than that the Turks have colonies out there. My name is Captain Phincho Todd, and this is my ship, the Thunderhead. I represent the great Natechi Empire and our purpose for being here is to study the aurora and its strange magic. And where do you hail from? I know of no land within wings flight of this place other than our own."

User avatar
orangedragonfire
Posts: 13
Joined: Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:45 am UTC
Location: It exists. Probably.

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby orangedragonfire » Tue Dec 18, 2012 3:16 am UTC

"Yes, Night Elves can learn to use highmagic, just like we need to learn all magic.", Martheus said, "I am not sure whether devils can learn magic or only have innate abilities... if it is the first, than I may be able to teach you some highmagic eventually. It could be something else, though. According to legend, some races have several forms, depending for instance on their mindset. For instance, so-called "angels" would use highmagic, and live in the higher planes, and long as they are good, but change to using midmagic and living in this plane if they every become evil. Some say that this is the origin of Night Elves... but it's all so far in the past that noone can be sure. Anyway, we can work on highmagic later, for now I need to focus on finding a way to keep you in this plane without you leeching off my soul."

At that point, a gnome arrived with a letter for Martheus. The Highmaster read the letter, and looked thoughtful.

"I have to see someone about this.", he eventually said, "Try possessing this crystal while I am gone. It should store lowmagic, and thus allow you to stay in this plane for a limited time, until the magic is depleted. You'll be stuck in the crystal, of course, but I am working on that."

He handed the devil a rather large crystal covered in runes.

--

Sirilly Icewatcher sat back with a content smile. She was pretty much the leader of the cult of Ulinder at this time. The others didn't know the details, of course, but rumors had spread among them that Lady Icewatcher was in direct contact with their God. Which was enough to put her in charge. Nobody actually said that she was, of course, but Night Elf society thrived on unspoken words and positions. They did what she told them if she said that it was "for the good of Ulinder", and they came to her with questions about the God and the cult. For any Night Elf, it was obvious that she was in charge; they might as well have painted bright signed and openly growled before her.

She hadn't had much contact with the God, of course. One letter back and forth. She intended to send another soon, with a brief overview of Cyrrian politics and society. Even for a brief overview, though, there was a lot to cover, so she had been writing on it for quite a while now, being careful not to make any mistakes, and to include everything important.

She was about to return to her writing, when she was interrupted by a gnome telling her that she had another visitor. Sirilly sighed and put down her quill before asking for the visitor to be shown in.

"Ah, Highmaster Dawnwatcher.", she said pleasantly. She owed him for providing a way to send a message to Ulinder, after all, "What do you need?"

"I am... confused... by our God.", Martheus said, "He seemed to take offense at my letter. And even stranger than that, he also seemed offended by me taking the devil I have serving me now. Could you shed some light on what is going on?"

"I can try, though of course a God is inscrutable, and my guess of his motivations may be wrong.", Sirilly said, "First off, you did probably offend him. You are a Highmaster of Magic, and you have been for a long time. You are therefore not used to deal with anybody higher than you. Tell me, do you really consider Ulinder your Master and addressed him as such?"

"Not... exactly.", Martheus admitted, "I guess I consider him a colleague. He is, after all, a God, isn't he?"

"And there we have the problem.", Sirilly said, "I have read your paper on how Gods may be are ascended powerful magicians. I have to admit that it is possible. However, even if it is true that Ulinder was once mortal, he is still far above you. Firstly, you need to consider that you, even though you are a Highmaster of Magic, are nowhere near the level of power needed to ascend to Godhood, at least according to your paper on the subject. So Ulinder is a lot more powerful than you are. And secondly, he is older by several orders of magnitude, and has the knowledge, power and wisdom that comes with such an advanced age. Besides him, you are no more than a mere child. Please try to keep that in mind, and act like a responsible child instead of an unruly brat."

For a moment, Sirilly thought that Martheus would lash out at her due to the insult. But he reined himself in. She smiled inwardly at the proof of her newfound power over members of the cult.

"I see.", Martheus said, "What about the devil?"

"Well, the devil is either a valuable personal servant more important than you are - which I doubt - or Ulinder isn't aware of how slavery works in Cyrris. In which case he probably considers all devils his personal property, and you taking one is like stealing."

She relished the brief look of horror that passed over the Highmasters face when he realized that he had stolen from an entity that considered him no more than a child.

"Well, if that is all, I need important things to do.", Sirilly said, effectively dismissing the man.

--

"Of course you did well.", said Tystan with a bright smile, which was about as fake everything else he showed these days. In reality, we was afraid of how she could have gotten this information. Apparently, she was a lot more competent than he was. Which was exactly why he couldn't show his fear and suspicions. But he was a Night Elf, and duplicity was where they excelled. Playing roles was his element, "I am starting to think that you can do no wrong; that anything anything you do would please me."

He had of course been careful to memorize the information given to him, and would consider it in more detail later.

(we can now jump ahead to when Tystan arrives at the capital, as I don't have anything interesting planned for the way there, and I assume that the roads will be safe)

sco
Posts: 6
Joined: Wed May 16, 2012 8:19 pm UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby sco » Tue Dec 18, 2012 7:28 pm UTC

Vieto wrote:As the ships left, Captain Phincho Todd strolled onto the deck. admittedly, he did not see much value for having his ships several miles from shore. He was told that sea was better for this observation, as mountain observatories would take too long to set up, while a sea-based location worked just as well. He failed to see the benefit of spending so much time wasted looking at an Aurora. In the end, magic tricks were not what would win wars, firepower was the best solution, or perhaps diplomacy. He had fought some Feheron ships during his time, and while they shot balls of fire, or bolts of lightning, it did very little against his bronze-plated ships, which simply ripped through the enemy ships, no matter which way they came from. Part of him yearned for something new to happen. He suspected that the Turks were behind the attack on the port city nearby, but they would be fools to think they could defeat the Natechi at sea, even with their gunpowder cannons.

"Hey look, what's that?"

Hearing the lookout, he looked over the sea, to see 3 winged creatures over the horizon. As they landed in front of him, they looked like a smaller, ugly version of a Terrinech. The Feheron were more startled than his Terrinech brethren, as they were still uneased by even Terrinech such as himself. Some of his soldiers began to raise their weapons in defense.

sco wrote:Three small winged creature appear on the horizon and fly with great speed towards the vessels. Landing on the bow of the lead ship they bow before the captain before straightening. “It seems that you have been observing our lands for quite some time. What is it that you seek with us?”


Phincho smiled. Something interesting had happened.
"At ease men, they wish to talk." He turned to the creatures. "We are unaware of lands beyond the sea, other than that the Turks have colonies out there. My name is Captain Phincho Todd, and this is my ship, the Thunderhead. I represent the great Natechi Empire and our purpose for being here is to study the aurora and its strange magic. And where do you hail from? I know of no land within wings flight of this place other than our own."

“Captain Phincho, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We are from Tarus, the land within what you know as the aurora. Our flight is… aided by more than our wings. It seems that you have some sort of a problem,” they indicate the battle. “perhaps we may be of some assistance?”
(A note on the devil’s flight: devils don’t naturally have a body on this plane and as such most of the flight would have been done in their incorporeal form. They only assumed a physical form with wings to make them feel a little more comfortable, it’s better than having something appear out of thin air behind you.)

orangedragonfire wrote:"Yes, Night Elves can learn to use highmagic, just like we need to learn all magic.", Martheus said, "I am not sure whether devils can learn magic or only have innate abilities... if it is the first, than I may be able to teach you some highmagic eventually. It could be something else, though. According to legend, some races have several forms, depending for instance on their mindset. For instance, so-called "angels" would use highmagic, and live in the higher planes, and long as they are good, but change to using midmagic and living in this plane if they every become evil. Some say that this is the origin of Night Elves... but it's all so far in the past that noone can be sure. Anyway, we can work on highmagic later, for now I need to focus on finding a way to keep you in this plane without you leeching off my soul."

At that point, a gnome arrived with a letter for Martheus. The Highmaster read the letter, and looked thoughtful.

"I have to see someone about this.", he eventually said, "Try possessing this crystal while I am gone. It should store lowmagic, and thus allow you to stay in this plane for a limited time, until the magic is depleted. You'll be stuck in the crystal, of course, but I am working on that."

He handed the devil a rather large crystal covered in runes.


As the Highmaster leaves the devil focusses on the crystal, channelling its energy into it.

With the orc warriors away attacking the Turkeryan Colonies preparations are made to seize the rest of the island. For this battle no devils or demons need be summoned, our orcish warriors outnumber those and our goblins and humans sneak in to their camp at night, under the cover of being slaves and slit many of their throats in their sleep. The deaths are used as that day’s sacrifices and the orc slaves are mostly captured as slaves although some convert. Work begins immediately on preparing a defence for the return of the orcish fleet.

User avatar
Vieto
Posts: 1558
Joined: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:44 pm UTC
Location: Canada

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Vieto » Wed Dec 19, 2012 1:05 am UTC

Captain Evory Millocht had made haste for the port town and only just realized that she should have given the scientific equipment on his ship to Captain Phincho. It was too late now, so she briefly pondered what to do with them. The balloon would stay, although its equipment would be brought down, as she needed a way to see far away. She also had some small steam rockets, a few mirrors, and several things that she assumed measured magic, but weren't making a lot of noise. Suddenly, from the port side, her men spotted a smaller fleet attempting a flanking maneuver. The ships were small, and definitely not of Turk origin. "Fire!" side cannons were fired at the incoming ships, taking out several of them, although a few got close enough to shoot fire at some of her ships, including her Jaguar. While another volley forced the enemy ships to fall back, water only seemed to further the flames. And then, one of the magic engineers put out the flames.

"How did you do that?"
"Well, I just made a weak acid using sea-water, and it put out the fire. I suspect they used sodium or something in their fire."
"Oh, ok then. put out the other ships. If they are using that on the main fleet, we are going to need to intervene fast."
"Right".
"Also, tell the others how you did that."

The flotilla, down a few of the escort ships, rounded the cape and saw a sea of fire, confirming Captain Evory's suspicions. While the Natechi ships still outnumbered the invading ships, which were clearly Laeszin and not Turk ships at this point, he knew that if things contunued to unfold like they were, the Laeszin would eventually win. Her discovery would soon change that.

"Engineers, cast your spells. We need to save as many ships as possible. Otherwise, lets keep our distance and start sinking their ships."

---

sco wrote:“Captain Phincho, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We are from Tarus, the land within what you know as the aurora. Our flight is… aided by more than our wings. It seems that you have some sort of a problem,” they indicate the battle. “perhaps we may be of some assistance?”
(A note on the devil’s flight: devils don’t naturally have a body on this plane and as such most of the flight would have been done in their incorporeal form. They only assumed a physical form with wings to make them feel a little more comfortable, it’s better than having something appear out of thin air behind you.)

((Given that the terrinech have wings themselves, yeah, the wings do make them feel more comfortable. The Feheron, less so, but you probably knew that.))

"More than your wings... you mean, as in with magic. We are a little familiar with that concept. You may hep out if you want to, but even if we are caught off guard, our navy is the finest on this side of the ocean, even against the Turk guns and cannons. It would require a fool to assault our ported ships, even at night. Especially at night. If you really want, you may look and see that we have the advantage in the affair, but otherwise, my suspicions are that your intentions are more... diplomatic. I know not how far you have flown, even if you know all under your Aurora, I suspect you are from its source, but you may seek to meet our emperor. He has the final say in such agreements. Perhaps you would like to meet him?

User avatar
orangedragonfire
Posts: 13
Joined: Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:45 am UTC
Location: It exists. Probably.

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby orangedragonfire » Fri Dec 21, 2012 3:26 pm UTC

"So you have taught him...", Arulan Lightbringer said, and then asked his son: "could you please show me what you have learned?"

"Of course, father.", Nieril said, and found some paper and a quill on a nearby shelf. He proceeded to carefully write his own name, with all titles.

Arulan took the paper, and studied it for a while. The writing was neat and even beautiful, though still slow. But speed would come with training. He tried to remember how long schools usually took to learn writing like this, and had to admit that Nieril had learned quite fast, if he really had begun only when he met this girl. Apparently, she was a good teacher. In addition, nobody else seemed to be able to teach the boy anything...

"This is good.", Arulan said eventually, "Very well. Solarys Shadowborn, I have to admit that your association with my son is... beneficial to him, so I will not forbid it. I can also see that your admission to school is beneficial, as you need to learn the things you teach first. However, other arrangements would be... prudent, considering that you are technically a teacher. As such, you are considered an employed by House Lightbringer - I will draw up documents for that - and are entitled to food, housing and pay. You will be payed one Cyr per week; this is far below the standard rate for teachers, but you are unschooled, and as such not qualified for the full rate. I will have servants prepare a room if you wish to stay here - I am not sure what your current living arrangements are, but I am certain that this is better. As for food, you can eat together with Nieril whenever he wishes it; otherwise you will eat with the servants. What else... oh, yes, we will provide basic clothing, though it will probably be better than what you are currently wearing. And of course you will have access to any rooms needed to teach. That includes the library."

The two children seemed to be stunned speechless, or at least Solarys was while Nieril was quietly amused at her shock.

"I believe that will be all for now.", Arulan said, "Eryn will take care of the detail. You are dismissed."

King Perseus 1
Posts: 0
Joined: Sun Dec 23, 2012 5:58 am UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby King Perseus 1 » Sun Dec 23, 2012 6:05 am UTC

orangedragonfire wrote:"So you have taught him...", Arulan Lightbringer said, and then asked his son: "could you please show me what you have learned?"

"Of course, father.", Nieril said, and found some paper and a quill on a nearby shelf. He proceeded to carefully write his own name, with all titles.

Arulan took the paper, and studied it for a while. The writing was neat and even beautiful, though still slow. But speed would come with training. He tried to remember how long schools usually took to learn writing like this, and had to admit that Nieril had learned quite fast, if he really had begun only when he met this girl. Apparently, she was a good teacher. In addition, nobody else seemed to be able to teach the boy anything...

"This is good.", Arulan said eventually, "Very well. Solarys Shadowborn, I have to admit that your association with my son is... beneficial to him, so I will not forbid it. I can also see that your admission to school is beneficial, as you need to learn the things you teach first. However, other arrangements would be... prudent, considering that you are technically a teacher. As such, you are considered an employed by House Lightbringer - I will draw up documents for that - and are entitled to food, housing and pay. You will be payed one Cyr per week; this is far below the standard rate for teachers, but you are unschooled, and as such not qualified for the full rate. I will have servants prepare a room if you wish to stay here - I am not sure what your current living arrangements are, but I am certain that this is better. As for food, you can eat together with Nieril whenever he wishes it; otherwise you will eat with the servants. What else... oh, yes, we will provide basic clothing, though it will probably be better than what you are currently wearing. And of course you will have access to any rooms needed to teach. That includes the library."

The two children seemed to be stunned speechless, or at least Solarys was while Nieril was quietly amused at her shock.

"I believe that will be all for now.", Arulan said, "Eryn will take care of the detail. You are dismissed."

Just found this forum do u think I could join or are u guys far in to the game for me to join

User avatar
KingTip
Posts: 8
Joined: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:20 pm UTC
Location: Desert Bluffs Greater Metropolitan Area

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby KingTip » Sun Dec 23, 2012 2:51 pm UTC

Player
Nickname: Tip
Time zone:Central
Anything else: expect 1 or 2 more people joining

Country
Name: New Willville
Race(s): New Willville is an elven kingdom, and every elf has a family of mutated slave slugs.
Capital City: Willvlle
Flag: The Willvillean flag has an armadillo on it, since it is the national animal.
Government: New Willville has a Monarchry, once one monarch dies, the next King Tip takes over. (Current Ruler is King Tip the XL, or 40th)
Population: 1 million 250
Religion: Munky, We believe in the grand council of the god elves.
Technology:Just researched trebuchets. New Willville is also famed for it's great mailing system.
Magic: According to the Grand Council of Elves, only the King Tip line may practice witch craft.
History: there was once an old willville, witch was started in 450 BC by King Tip the I. old Willville was concurred by rebels, the ravediggers, in the reign of King Tip the 15th, around the 1300's.
Location: http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/6332/xkcdforum.png
Geography: New Willville is mostly plains, with a forest or 2, but is great for farming.
Anything else: Nothing
Last edited by KingTip on Sun Dec 30, 2012 1:53 am UTC, edited 1 time in total.

User avatar
Djehutynakht
Posts: 1546
Joined: Thu Feb 10, 2011 1:37 am UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Djehutynakht » Mon Dec 24, 2012 1:27 pm UTC

The king was a healthy and robust man in the prime of his life. He had a loving wife, a young son of 12, a daughter of 10 and another son of 7. When he was still young his father had been proclaimed the King, and Marcus grew up under that environment. When he was still quite a young man, not even very long out of the universities, he began to get into the politics of the kingdom. No doubt due to the influence of being the Prince he was very swiftly selected to become the Senator of the region where he had grown up as a boy, where his family was from. To everyone's surprise though, instead of simply being the spoiled Prince-Senator that had been expected of him, merely basking in the political wealth accompanying his titles, he was actually good at his job. Really good. And it wasn't even that he was only helping his community, which was inhabited by quite a few families powerful and wealthy. He was really working towards helping the entire nation, and stories would spread through Scargo of the Prince taking some time off of his Sunday afternoons to give orphans rides around the city on whirlwind.

The fact that his father wanted to set him up to be the next king did for a period of time cause a scandal. The hereditary monarchy had been abolished
generations ago after a particularly nasty line of succession. But even though this was a huge concern in the Kingdom and many people remained opposed, ultimately the combined power of Marcus' own reputation and ability and the political power of those backing him overcame the hurdle, and Marcus was proclaimed King after his father's retirement when his first son was still a baby. Of course, the King had other dreams too besides just being King. But not all dreams can be accomplished. It was fine though. The job suited him. He enjoyed it. Well, mostly. There were obviously the less savory moments of being King. Like right now, for instance...
___________________

King Marcus sat upon a throne in a wood-paneled room lit by firelight and a candle chandelier listening to the cult member of Ulinder in quiet contemplation. Although his face to anyone observing him seemed quite blank, in his head he was thinking profusely. He was observing this cult member and trying to pass his own mental judgement. Once in a while he would consider the strange possibility that perhaps the man was telling the truth. There were dark cults in Tricily which were law abiding and not evil--just look at Ulmati. But no-- He knew the truth. He trusted the information the Guard had collected. The murders. The conspiracy. Although the Cultist was putting up a very good show of sincerity and earnestness, the King could still detect falseness dripping from his words. An innate sense of distrust within him. He had a feeling their god could be mildly sarcastic.

When that ethereal equine was brought into the room-- no doubt from a far and distant land, the fire which could be found to make up all Djinn flashed in Marcus' eyes. He could tell that this cultist was a foreigner. Ulmati had said that most of them would be-- carried in through trade ships from the North. He spoke with a strange accent unfamiliar to the King's ears, although Marcus could tell that for appearance's sake he'd been practicing the local dialect. Because of this the King knew he couldn't be too annoyed. It wouldn't be fair. Not even all of Tricily quite knew, so why would this foreigner?

King Marcus rose from his seat and began walking towards the Cultists and their Equine. The Cult member noticed that from a golden chain around the King's neck hung a most peculiar object. It was an ice-black...thing. It almost looked like a sliver of black onyx, but something seemed familiar... yet peculiar about it. Then it hit the Cultist. It looked like a giant scale! But it was too large for any fish... a dragon, maybe? That had to be it.

Religion in Tricily had a very varying nature. There were countless different religions, and within those religions even smaller sub-sects, orders and cults devoted to numerous deities, demigods and spirits. Some religions were exclusive. Take their own Ulinder cult for instance... their god would have them killed should they worship any but his own. Many weren't exclusive, although some people would only stick to one. And quite a few people, such as the King, gave their allegiance to several different deities. The Cult had studied this information. Like most of his predecessors, King Marcus was devoted to the Cult of Lake Scargo, that body of water right outside of the city which was held as perhaps the most important and most sacred national symbol of them all, worshipped in these areas since anyone ever knew. And, like most of his predecessors, he was also devoted to the Cult of the Great Sasan, the supreme of all Djinn, the mother of the nation and the fearless captain which had led her Sea People from an unknown land to these shores where she had united the three tribes and founded the nation. But there was also one other cult which the King held in great personal reverence. And that was the Cult of Drago, the good dragon. They knew that the King had a particular fondness for dragons, and they knew he paid great attention to the cult. But apparently they had never quite figured out why. And if they had, then they would have easily known why their gift of a "warhorse" was in fact unintentionally paying the King a grave personal insult.

As he approached them, the Cultists noticed that upon the shining-black dragon scale hung around his neck was carved a strange symbol etched in gold. In fact, the symbol seemed in a way to take on the striking likeness of the profile of a dragon itself; however, the profile they saw looked nothing like any of the dragons the Cultists had observed around the city (for there were different varieties). As he advanced it seemed as if the etching seemed to glow brighter--a fiery red as if the gold etching was quickly becoming heated and molten. But the king held back. He knew they were an evil cult, that was reason enough. But they had come there under peaceful auspices, and, once more, they could not know the insult they paid. So as he approached them he stopped and leaned one hand on a wooden table beside him. Then, under a controlled tone of voice, he began to reply.

"It truly is a marvelous beast, bred, I am certain, of the finest stock and noblest ancestry. Your god and your people are truly of wealth, I would take it? So secure in wealth, in fact, that it is their custom to lead large animals into the thronerooms of Kings?" The cultists noticed that, as he spoke, smoke began to rise from the place on the table where King Marcus was resting his hand; the part of the table around it was burning as if the King's hand was made of white-hot iron.

"Our apologies, your grace," the Cultist replied, giving a slight bow. "We did not think this would offend you. As you can see, in addition to being strong, the beast is truly intelligent and well-mannered specimen, and no doubt will surely cause no harm to your palace".

The King lifted his hand from the table, and the two cultists could clearly see there a deep scorched impression; the finely carved and inlaid wood blackened and charred. The king lightly tapped the table again and, as if a wave of magic had spread out from the location of the tap, the table was immediately healed of its wounds.

"Don't worry about it," he replied, becoming somewhat less serious. "In fact I often have done the same thing myself many times. Truth be told, we do not always follow the strict conventions of mannerisms set down in books. I am only joking". He paused. "Although, I am curious as to from where it originates. Obviously, such a creature does not come from within my kingdom, and I'm sure had it come through our trade routes or seaports our customs agency would have surely noticed.... but no matter. I thank you for your wonderful gift and have no doubt your gesture will not be forgotten".

The King motioned to a guard standing near the door to come over. He conjured up a piece of paper in his hand and gave it to the guard. "Sir, see that this magnificent creature is treated appropriately until I can come and have a look at it later. Follow the instructions appropriately". The guard, nodding, led the complicent equine out of the throne room and the King turned back to the Cultists, the symbol on his necklace glowing less violently than it was before.

"Let me assure you that your words do not go unheard. So long as you do no evil here, no evil shall be done to you. Our Kingdom, being so diverse in faith as it is, forbids the persecution of any religion to be persecuted unless it has demonstrated itself to be an entity of harm, which you claim you are not. If you truly do wish to become a part of this city, I may suggest you register with the Ministry of Religious Affairs. The Ministry is in charge of overseeing and organizing the many different religions, cults and sects which call the Kingdom their home, monitoring them and and even assisting them in some cases. It is not mandatory to register with the Ministry, but I have confidence that if you do wish to be seen in the open that this would be a wise move to make.

Now, will this be all, or do you any other points of discussion you would like to bring up?"

(Sco, I know you couldn't have possibly have known about the insult thing, so I will try my best not to hold it against you game-wise)
________________

(Sometime later, after the Ulindians had left and Marcus had conferred subsequently with Julius Ulmati)

Minerva Fargrim, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, entered the room. She looked, as she often did, as a mix between a strict schoolteacher and a serious widow. Her brown hair was tied up in a bun and she wore a dress of purple so dark it was nearly black. As usual she held a bundle of parchments in her hands. She wasn't very old but the way she carried herself made her seem much more mature.

She had heard about the meeting with the Ulindian as well as the gift which the king had been given (which was being kept somewhat hushed to avoid gossip). She decided it would be wise not to mention either. She had no idea whatsoever why the King had summoned her, but guessed it had something to do with the arrival of the Cyrrian Ambassador the next morning. He had by far been the top matter on her dossier as of late, although once he was settled in she had several more to attend to; extending relations with the Albans, setting up their own embassy in Cyrris, etc. etc. It was a busy time for the Foreign Ministry.

"Ah Minerva," he said. "It's good to see you haven't completely been overwhelmed by all you have on your plate quite yet. I assume you're doing well?"

"Your majesty," she replied. "Everything is going well. I've been working with your event planners and with my diplomats and everything seems set for tomorrow. Have I ever been overwhelmed with my work?"

The King laughed. "Quite so. If anyone can handle all of the work you do, it's definately you. Now, I did want to talk to you about a certain matter. You know the name of this new ambassador, I'm sure?"

"To be sure," she replied, slightly confused as to the King's point. "His name is Lord Tystan Sunshower, Chief Ambassador from the Kingdom of Cyrris".

"Right," the King responsed. "I was thinking last night. We're beginning to interact with the world much more nowadays. Reaching out to other tribes and kingdoms and governments. Your Foreign Ministry will no doubt be getting bigger. And one thing I've noticed about a lot of this chief foreign diplomats is that they all have titles of some sort. This new ambassador, for instance, he's a Lord. So I thought this would be the perfect time to reward you for all of your hard work and give you a title of your own".

She was definately caught off guard. She was never really a title person. "My lord, my many thanks, but I do not desire nor think I should accept such a great honor".

Titles in Tricily were not necessarily hereditary. More often than not they were bestowed based on merit and accomplishment, with perhaps a condition to allow children or grandchildren to inherit. This actually often spurred a motivation for success in the Kingdom, as the only way for children to inherit their parents title was to earn it.

"Don't think of it as an honor, then," the King replied. "Think of it as yet another duty you do your King and country. As it is, you're lucky that I'm making this ceremony a private one and not public, although we will need to announce it tomorrow. Although whether your mother will want to hold a party later on I'm not sure. Now, let me think. What to give you... what to give you... Neither "Dame" nor "Lady" quite suit you. I'm not quite sure about Baroness... Perhaps Contessa. Yes, yes. I think that works. Countess. Countess Minerva Fargrim. It suits you. It's high enough, and gives of a quiet, distinguished air. Yes, yes. It will do very well."

"Well, sir, if you insist, I suppose I am not one to refuse," she replied. Marcus knew that this was as close as he'd get to an acceptance from her.

"That's the spirit!" Marcus replied. "Well, let's get to it then. Now, I know I told you this would be a private ceremony, but I do in fact need witnesses". He motioned to a doorway in the corner behind him, where his Chief Advisor, Harris Roald, and his Foreign Advisor, Gordon Briggs, stood with slight smiles on their faces. Harris came forward and handed the king a beautifully crafted ceremonial sword before going back to stand near the wall with Briggs.

Minister Fargrave nodded and gave something which was between a curtsy and a kneel. King Marcus unsheathed the sword and placed its silvery blade on her shoulder.

"Minerva Fargrave," he began. "Daughter of Lady Malvina and Lord Rufus Fargrim, now deceased, and sister of Captain Cordelia Fargrim of the Border Patrols, Minister of Foreign Affairs, in commendation of your endless work and effort on behalf of the Ministry, and infinite devotion to your King, your Senate and the Kingdom of Tricily, I hereby with the power invested in me as the King Regent bestow upon you the title of Countess. May you continue to serve faithfully and be successful in your endeavors. Congratulations, Countess Minerva Fargrim, Minster of Foreign Affairs".

Marcus withdrew the sword and both advisors standing to the side gave their applause.

"Thank you, sire," the newfound Countess replied, rising.

"And as an accompaniment to your title, I hereby declare all of the debts on your manor in the City of Scargo cleared by the Royal Treasury".

"My lord," she said suprised. "There is certainly no need to do all of that as well. This is more than enough".

"Too late," he replied. "Already done. And also, this sword, once I've engraved it".

Marcus ran his hands over the scabbard and blade, and they became engraved with the appropriate commemorations of this award. He handed it to the Minister.

"I'll send my decree to the Senate immediately for their affirmation. I expect it to go through unanimously. Unless of course, they want to give you something higher". He laughed.

"My many thanks, your majesty," Minerva replied. "Now, I think we should probably get back to work. We have a big day tomorrow".
_________________________________________

Prince Antonis, son of the King Regent Marcus III and grandson of the King Paolo II, lay on his bed in Estrellas Tower, the highest amongst those in Aurorian Castle, official residence of the King of Scargo, reading a book on the common wood faerie of the Scargo Woods while sunlight streamed in through the tall windows of his room. Once in a while, unconciously, he would run his toungue over the spots in his gums where only a few weeks ago the Royal Dentist, Horvis, had extracted his Wisdom Teeth after putting him under a strong sleeping spell. Antonis, like the rest of his family, was a Djinn. Although sometimes Djinn were known to exhibit some instances of power early in life, generally their natural powers did not set in until the extraction of their Wisdom Teeth, which for them came early at about the age of 12. In addition to this there was also the Tammuz, which was a ritual in which young Djinn were to spend the night alone in the desert to experience solitude and other realizations. Every once in a while Antonis would lower the book, look at his window, concentrate for a moment, and try to will it to open. Each time though he failed and, with a sigh, consigned himself to wait until after Tammuz to learn to harness the power which he often saw his elders use with such ease.

For the purpose of his young djinnstruction Antonis was enrolled into a class of several young djinn of either high intellect and promise or from families of high social status, wealth and power. Similar classes were somewhat common throughout Tricily. While many djinn children were trained by family--a parent or an uncle or a grandfather, or even a combination of a few-- sometimes this was not possible. Antonis, being of the royal family, didn't exactly have a family member who could serve as an ample teacher who wasn't amazingly busy already. So in addition to his regular academic studies he also attended these classes and was instructed along with his peers by an old and wizened djinn and his assistants. Right now was a lot of the preliminary work. History, theory and etc. The actual exercise of powers would not begin until after the Tammuz, which had been postponed once more. The trek to the southern desert, which coincidentally lay outside of Tricilian territory, had been postponed several times due to various different reasons. First they had to wait for everyone to lose their wisdom teeth, or else the expedition would be pointless. Then their teacher had a cold. And now his father had this business with a new ambassador from some far away kingdom. Inconvenient timing, true; he wanted to get a hold of his powers as fast a he could.

However, it was pretty fascinating, he thought. He was curious to learn about this new place and these new people, and as the Prince he'd sure he'd have a front-row seat; literally, in fact. Not only was his class attending the ceremony but he, as Prince, was expected to attend in full regalia alongside his younger brother and sister. Which was annoying, true, to be trussed up like a doll, but he had heard one piece of good news. The Dragoon escorting the ambassador was Arturio Winterbalm, who he had often hung around as a younger child and looked up to as the fantastic role model who rode on one of the friendliest dragons he'd ever encountered. Maybe he'd even meet the Ambassador. Who knows, maybe he'd be interesting instead of the same, boring ambassador.

Antonis closed his books on the Scargo Faerie, in which he'd been reading the chapter on their wings, and stood up. He stretched after having laid on his bed and walked over to the window, looking down across the expansive and spectacular grounds around Aurorian Castle many stories below and the Scargo Woods beyond. He'd always liked this room. Even though very high up in Estrellas Tower it was somewhat distant from the rest of the bedrooms, he liked being so high up. There were birds which nested in nooks in the outer walls, whose music he awoke to every morning he spent there. It also gave him a chance to look out and see, well, everything. He'd flown before and he liked the feeling. Even though he wasn't moving, this was a good place to live. A nest of sorts. It suited him, and when he had friends over they had the whole upper portion of the tower to do as they pleased.

He heard a bell chime from the hallway. It was part of an elaborate system the Castle servants had set up in order to keep him in contact with the rest of the household without having to have a servant run up all the stairs everytime they had a message for him. He was being summoned. They would whisk him and his siblings away to the city house, where his mother was no doubt already in preparations, where they would be asked to rehearse and get strung up like a Christmas goose in uncomfortable formal clothing and rehearse, rehearse, rehearse. But, hopefully, he could get eventually get away and, finding his friend, Harris Roald's new page and his fellow classmate in djinnstruction, run off and do something interesting.

Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

User avatar
Djehutynakht
Posts: 1546
Joined: Thu Feb 10, 2011 1:37 am UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Djehutynakht » Mon Dec 24, 2012 1:28 pm UTC

Greetings King Tip!

Yes, we are more than happy to welcome new players, and I'm glad to hear that you expect to bring friends along too.


Don't be scared off by my giant wall of text there. I've been working on that thing for a day or two... I get rambly, you see.


Anyways, in terms of where you would like to be located, I recommend saving the map found on the first post of this forum and reposting it with your own nation added on wherever you like (so long as it's free space). Use the sizes of other nations as a reference as to how big you want to start off (or smaller, if you wish). This won't necessarily be the official version, but it will give ODF a good reference as to how he should show your nation on the official map.

And just a few other things:

"we are a little bit ahead in internet and miniaturization."

In terms of technology, we're around the Middle Ages right now, so the Internet and miniaturization (in terms of the modern technology definition) aren't anywhere near close to really even being thought of yet, so I'd recommend forgetting about those for the moment.

"witch resulted in the Mayas, the Aztecs, and the Inca"

As you can probably tell by our map, this game takes place in a fictional world, and as a result real-world civilizations don't quite exist here.

Other than that you're looking pretty decent.


Anyways, once again, welcome to the game and I look forward to playing with you!

User avatar
KingTip
Posts: 8
Joined: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:20 pm UTC
Location: Desert Bluffs Greater Metropolitan Area

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby KingTip » Mon Dec 24, 2012 2:33 pm UTC

ok thanks. I'm used to middle ages, my friend likes it a lot, and so do I.
tech: Just researched trebuchets. New Willville is also famed for it's great mailing system.
location: http://img822.imageshack . u s/img822/9811/67771308.png
(take out spaces)
I'm baaaaaaaaack! ( <- sort of ironic cause I left for a little bit, but I might be back...)

Look around you
Strex.
Look inside you
Strex.
Go to sleep
Strex.
Believe in a smiling god.

StrexCorp.
It is everything.


...

User avatar
KingTip
Posts: 8
Joined: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:20 pm UTC
Location: Desert Bluffs Greater Metropolitan Area

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby KingTip » Mon Dec 24, 2012 2:58 pm UTC

am I too big?
I'm baaaaaaaaack! ( <- sort of ironic cause I left for a little bit, but I might be back...)

Look around you
Strex.
Look inside you
Strex.
Go to sleep
Strex.
Believe in a smiling god.

StrexCorp.
It is everything.


...

User avatar
Djehutynakht
Posts: 1546
Joined: Thu Feb 10, 2011 1:37 am UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Djehutynakht » Mon Dec 24, 2012 3:25 pm UTC

(You might want to edit your posts instead of posting two short posts in a row)

Anyways... you look about right. ODF might make you a bit smaller, but you're not too big.

Can you post links normally?

User avatar
KingTip
Posts: 8
Joined: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:20 pm UTC
Location: Desert Bluffs Greater Metropolitan Area

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby KingTip » Mon Dec 24, 2012 3:53 pm UTC

normally like , making 2 small posts a big post?
I'm baaaaaaaaack! ( <- sort of ironic cause I left for a little bit, but I might be back...)

Look around you
Strex.
Look inside you
Strex.
Go to sleep
Strex.
Believe in a smiling god.

StrexCorp.
It is everything.


...

User avatar
Vieto
Posts: 1558
Joined: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:44 pm UTC
Location: Canada

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby Vieto » Mon Dec 24, 2012 5:31 pm UTC

I think he was referring to your link to the image.

edit: and welcome to Fantasy Countries!

User avatar
KingTip
Posts: 8
Joined: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:20 pm UTC
Location: Desert Bluffs Greater Metropolitan Area

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby KingTip » Mon Dec 24, 2012 7:12 pm UTC

oh yeah, sorry...
I'm baaaaaaaaack! ( <- sort of ironic cause I left for a little bit, but I might be back...)

Look around you
Strex.
Look inside you
Strex.
Go to sleep
Strex.
Believe in a smiling god.

StrexCorp.
It is everything.


...

sco
Posts: 6
Joined: Wed May 16, 2012 8:19 pm UTC

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby sco » Mon Dec 24, 2012 7:54 pm UTC

Vieto wrote:((Given that the terrinech have wings themselves, yeah, the wings do make them feel more comfortable. The Feheron, less so, but you probably knew that.))

"More than your wings... you mean, as in with magic. We are a little familiar with that concept. You may hep out if you want to, but even if we are caught off guard, our navy is the finest on this side of the ocean, even against the Turk guns and cannons. It would require a fool to assault our ported ships, even at night. Especially at night. If you really want, you may look and see that we have the advantage in the affair, but otherwise, my suspicions are that your intentions are more... diplomatic. I know not how far you have flown, even if you know all under your Aurora, I suspect you are from its source, but you may seek to meet our emperor. He has the final say in such agreements. Perhaps you would like to meet him?

(yeah, I figured that the wings may make them a little uncomfortable but probably significantly less so than something that floats along purely by magic demonstrating power that is as yet beyond them or simply stepping out of thin air.)
“A meeting with your emperor would be most welcome, as you have guessed correctly at our motivations. However, would we not have to travel through the troubles in the port to reach him, assuming that a noble captain such as yourself would not abandon his crew? Regardless, we will do as you see fit, we are sure that you know far more of the situation than we do. If it is agreeable to you I would have one of my companions report what has transpired here back to our leaders, is this acceptable or would you prefer it if we all remained here for the time being?”

Djehutynakht wrote:King Marcus sat upon a throne in a wood-paneled room lit by firelight and a candle chandelier listening to the cult member of Ulinder in quiet contemplation. Although his face to anyone observing him seemed quite blank, in his head he was thinking profusely. He was observing this cult member and trying to pass his own mental judgement. Once in a while he would consider the strange possibility that perhaps the man was telling the truth. There were dark cults in Tricily which were law abiding and not evil--just look at Ulmati. But no-- He knew the truth. He trusted the information the Guard had collected. The murders. The conspiracy. Although the Cultist was putting up a very good show of sincerity and earnestness, the King could still detect falseness dripping from his words. An innate sense of distrust within him. He had a feeling their god could be mildly sarcastic.

When that ethereal equine was brought into the room-- no doubt from a far and distant land, the fire which could be found to make up all Djinn flashed in Marcus' eyes. He could tell that this cultist was a foreigner. Ulmati had said that most of them would be-- carried in through trade ships from the North. He spoke with a strange accent unfamiliar to the King's ears, although Marcus could tell that for appearance's sake he'd been practicing the local dialect. Because of this the King knew he couldn't be too annoyed. It wouldn't be fair. Not even all of Tricily quite knew, so why would this foreigner?

King Marcus rose from his seat and began walking towards the Cultists and their Equine. The Cult member noticed that from a golden chain around the King's neck hung a most peculiar object. It was an ice-black...thing. It almost looked like a sliver of black onyx, but something seemed familiar... yet peculiar about it. Then it hit the Cultist. It looked like a giant scale! But it was too large for any fish... a dragon, maybe? That had to be it.

Religion in Tricily had a very varying nature. There were countless different religions, and within those religions even smaller sub-sects, orders and cults devoted to numerous deities, demigods and spirits. Some religions were exclusive. Take their own Ulinder cult for instance... their god would have them killed should they worship any but his own. Many weren't exclusive, although some people would only stick to one. And quite a few people, such as the King, gave their allegiance to several different deities. The Cult had studied this information. Like most of his predecessors, King Marcus was devoted to the Cult of Lake Scargo, that body of water right outside of the city which was held as perhaps the most important and most sacred national symbol of them all, worshipped in these areas since anyone ever knew. And, like most of his predecessors, he was also devoted to the Cult of the Great Sasan, the supreme of all Djinn, the mother of the nation and the fearless captain which had led her Sea People from an unknown land to these shores where she had united the three tribes and founded the nation. But there was also one other cult which the King held in great personal reverence. And that was the Cult of Drago, the good dragon. They knew that the King had a particular fondness for dragons, and they knew he paid great attention to the cult. But apparently they had never quite figured out why. And if they had, then they would have easily known why their gift of a "warhorse" was in fact unintentionally paying the King a grave personal insult.

As he approached them, the Cultists noticed that upon the shining-black dragon scale hung around his neck was carved a strange symbol etched in gold. In fact, the symbol seemed in a way to take on the striking likeness of the profile of a dragon itself; however, the profile they saw looked nothing like any of the dragons the Cultists had observed around the city (for there were different varieties). As he advanced it seemed as if the etching seemed to glow brighter--a fiery red as if the gold etching was quickly becoming heated and molten. But the king held back. He knew they were an evil cult, that was reason enough. But they had come there under peaceful auspices, and, once more, they could not know the insult they paid. So as he approached them he stopped and leaned one hand on a wooden table beside him. Then, under a controlled tone of voice, he began to reply.

"It truly is a marvelous beast, bred, I am certain, of the finest stock and noblest ancestry. Your god and your people are truly of wealth, I would take it? So secure in wealth, in fact, that it is their custom to lead large animals into the thronerooms of Kings?" The cultists noticed that, as he spoke, smoke began to rise from the place on the table where King Marcus was resting his hand; the part of the table around it was burning as if the King's hand was made of white-hot iron.

"Our apologies, your grace," the Cultist replied, giving a slight bow. "We did not think this would offend you. As you can see, in addition to being strong, the beast is truly intelligent and well-mannered specimen, and no doubt will surely cause no harm to your palace".

The King lifted his hand from the table, and the two cultists could clearly see there a deep scorched impression; the finely carved and inlaid wood blackened and charred. The king lightly tapped the table again and, as if a wave of magic had spread out from the location of the tap, the table was immediately healed of its wounds.

"Don't worry about it," he replied, becoming somewhat less serious. "In fact I often have done the same thing myself many times. Truth be told, we do not always follow the strict conventions of mannerisms set down in books. I am only joking". He paused. "Although, I am curious as to from where it originates. Obviously, such a creature does not come from within my kingdom, and I'm sure had it come through our trade routes or seaports our customs agency would have surely noticed.... but no matter. I thank you for your wonderful gift and have no doubt your gesture will not be forgotten".

The King motioned to a guard standing near the door to come over. He conjured up a piece of paper in his hand and gave it to the guard. "Sir, see that this magnificent creature is treated appropriately until I can come and have a look at it later. Follow the instructions appropriately". The guard, nodding, led the complicent equine out of the throne room and the King turned back to the Cultists, the symbol on his necklace glowing less violently than it was before.

"Let me assure you that your words do not go unheard. So long as you do no evil here, no evil shall be done to you. Our Kingdom, being so diverse in faith as it is, forbids the persecution of any religion to be persecuted unless it has demonstrated itself to be an entity of harm, which you claim you are not. If you truly do wish to become a part of this city, I may suggest you register with the Ministry of Religious Affairs. The Ministry is in charge of overseeing and organizing the many different religions, cults and sects which call the Kingdom their home, monitoring them and and even assisting them in some cases. It is not mandatory to register with the Ministry, but I have confidence that if you do wish to be seen in the open that this would be a wise move to make.

Now, will this be all, or do you any other points of discussion you would like to bring up?"

(Sco, I know you couldn't have possibly have known about the insult thing, so I will try my best not to hold it against you game-wise)

(thanks, although just do what seem most in character. The way you’ve been playing him the king seems to me like he’d try to be fair although he is already deeply suspicious of the cult. Let’s just see how it goes)
“Of course, we would be honoured to be recognised by the Ministry, your Grace’s advice is most welcome. I truly do apologise for any offence our gift may have unintentionally caused and hope that your majesty does find something useful to do with the beast. As you have pointed out a number of our members are foreigners but we have grown to love this country and would dearly like to call it home. I would, to conclude, like to offer whatever aid the Cult of Ulinder may be able to provide to your Grace. Our religion extends beyond your borders and we may be able to assist your majesty in certain matters.”

Welcome aboard KingTip the more the merrier! May your nation one day be graced with the glory of Ulinder!

User avatar
orangedragonfire
Posts: 13
Joined: Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:45 am UTC
Location: It exists. Probably.

Re: Fantasy Countries

Postby orangedragonfire » Mon Dec 24, 2012 11:24 pm UTC

KingTip: You'll need to put the race description of the elves in a separate post, and if the slugs are sentient, then they'll need a separate post for race-description too. Apart from that, it mostly looks fine, though you do need to tone down your technology to medieval level, as already mentioned.


Return to “Forum Games”

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: chridd, Vytron and 33 guests