CoPS RP Group Recruitment (FanT/AnyT)

[Charnea]

None is really necessary since Magical Equestria has all the info on his page and forum posts.

Well, that make an Equestria page all the easier to make, wouldn't it.

I'm just saying, it would be nice to have an [[internal link]] to reference for our own nation pages on the site.

[Montesardo-East Adanzi]

None is really necessary since Magical Equestria has all the info on his page and forum posts.

To this degree, I'd consider Magical Equestria null and void in CoPS lore, seeing as no RP has ever been produced. I'd heavily recommend that an experienced RP player take the roll of Equestria so we don't have to deal with these minor issues.

[Shrillland]

None is really necessary since Magical Equestria has all the info on his page and forum posts.

To this degree, I'd consider Magical Equestria null and void in CoPS lore, seeing as no RP has ever been produced. I'd heavily recommend that an experienced RP player take the roll of Equestria so we don't have to deal with these minor issues.

Well, I've always used ME's data when considering Equestria, the Shrill Harmonist calendar is based loosely on the history that he has. And several RPers here already do to an extant, they RP Celestia at any rate.

[Shrillland]

Hope you've all been enjoying your Easter!

[Sinovet]

Hope you've all been enjoying your Easter!

It was easter?

[Shrillland]

Hope you've all been enjoying your Easter!

It was easter?

Indeed it was. Western Easter anyway.

[Asveltuum]

Greetings everyone. Hope you're all doing well. For those of you who don't know me (which is likely everyone unless you've been on IRC), I'm a returnee from a while back. I decided to start up a new nation rather than resume my old one for a variety of reasons, but I used to run Behntasha a few years ago (wow I can't believe it's been that long!)

Anyway, I want to get back into the game. As a brief overview of my nation, I'm an isolated archipelago ruled by the Srizzro race, a bipedal caprine race. The land itself is quite diverse and generally mountainous, stretching from the snow-covered fields up north, through deserts surrounding the central sea, and rolling grasslands and forests in the south. Due to their isolation from the outside world, their technology is quite behind the rest of the world - think Western Europe/America's 1800s-level roughly speaking. However they are quite skilled in magical capabilities.

I would like to propose a first contact RP with a few (1-3 nations). Generally speaking as I planned it out, it was with one nation, however if more people are interested and perhaps could fill in the gap on where they see their nation playing in or what their interests are, I'd be willing to accommodate.

The general framework I see this setting out in is that some of my citizens, in a rushed moment to teleport somewhere, transcribe some runes incorrectly and teleport to some nation instead of their intended destination. Should you choose not to help them out they are likely to die and that will be a rather short RP with no benefit for anyone. Help them out and they might be grateful enough to pay you back - and visit our beautiful homeland. Note that the suggestion that things existing beyond Asveltuum is heretical in nature, so your presents might ruffle up some feathers.

Let me know if you have any feedback. I'm excited to be back and hope to have fun with you guys now as I have as Behntasha in the past. I'm opening this up to any folks from Mystria as well, just FYI. It seems like there's enough crossover between these two groups though that it shouldn't matter much.

[The Lunar Domain]

-snip-

This sounds interesting, and I'd love to get involved.

After all, some unicorns (through accidentally channeling the power of the all-mighty writers) could manage to teleport into another universe. And because there aliens alongside ponies, and it's FT... It'd make for a good shock on both ends.

[Dyste]

Alright, this does pique my interest. And I should kinda do something with the group I'm a part of, shouldn't I? Then again, I also qualify under the 'Mystrian nations' criteria as well

[Shrillland]

Alright, this does pique my interest. And I should kinda do something with the group I'm a part of, shouldn't I? Then again, I also qualify under the 'Mystrian nations' criteria as well

Yeah, so you don't have to apply or anything.

[Asveltuum]

Lunar and Dyste, thanks for the interest, and sorry for the delay. This quarter at university has started off a little hectic.

So far, there's four people interested in this RP: Alduinium, Crystal Spires, Dyste, and The Lunar Domain. I'm going to cap it at that - any more and it'll be too unwieldy and probably stressful for my people (by all our accounts you shouldn't exist after all!)

That said, I can't do my original plan with each nation and just 'bar-hop' around. If you would, please let me know either here or in a telegram what your interest might be in Asveltuum should our people not transport to your nation/how you'd find us, and how likely your people would be to help an injured one of my citizens if they end up on your doorstep. I'll let you know in advance which country will be selected as the 'teleported' one; the rest will go by your own discovery of our backwards and ultra-religious beautiful, friendly and enlightened nation!

[The Lunar Domain]

Lunar and Dyste, thanks for the interest, and sorry for the delay. This quarter at university has started off a little hectic.

So far, there's four people interested in this RP: Alduinium, Crystal Spires, Dyste, and The Lunar Domain. I'm going to cap it at that - any more and it'll be too unwieldy and probably stressful for my people (by all our accounts you shouldn't exist after all!)

That said, I can't do my original plan with each nation and just 'bar-hop' around. If you would, please let me know either here or in a telegram what your interest might be in Asveltuum should our people not transport to your nation/how you'd find us, and how likely your people would be to help an injured one of my citizens if they end up on your doorstep. I'll let you know in advance which country will be selected as the 'teleported' one; the rest will go by your own discovery of our backwards and ultra-religious beautiful, friendly and enlightened nation!

In the event that a teleportation event would not occur, likely the Domain would hear about the country from the other nations involved. The Domain ICly has been trying to expand its international horizons, as it has quite literally been until a few months prior isolated. Either way, the Domain would be trying to work with the Asveltuum government.

This said, if a teleported citizen was to wind up in the Domain, there'd certainly be an effort to get them back home, or in the event of injury, first provide assistance. Of course, first we'd try to figure out where they even came from, much less how they were able to teleport between realities. The technology for that is barely prototyped, and the ability to figure out how to do such a thing would be advantageous... There'd probably be a couple of university professors that'd want to talk with them, and no that's not an euphemism for dissecting them; those don't usually work out well in terms of knowledge gained. With the field of Magic Theory being recently pioneered, learning about how such an act is possible would be revolutionary for the field.

[Malgrave]

...dammit I was interested.

[Shrillland]

Ah, well, we'll get our turn to meet them soon enough.

[YellowApple]

Greetings everyone. Hope you're all doing well. For those of you who don't know me (which is likely everyone unless you've been on IRC), I'm a returnee from a while back. I decided to start up a new nation rather than resume my old one for a variety of reasons, but I used to run Behntasha a few years ago (wow I can't believe it's been that long!)

Anyway, I want to get back into the game. As a brief overview of my nation, I'm an isolated archipelago ruled by the Srizzro race, a bipedal caprine race. The land itself is quite diverse and generally mountainous, stretching from the snow-covered fields up north, through deserts surrounding the central sea, and rolling grasslands and forests in the south. Due to their isolation from the outside world, their technology is quite behind the rest of the world - think Western Europe/America's 1800s-level roughly speaking. However they are quite skilled in magical capabilities.

I would like to propose a first contact RP with a few (1-3 nations). Generally speaking as I planned it out, it was with one nation, however if more people are interested and perhaps could fill in the gap on where they see their nation playing in or what their interests are, I'd be willing to accommodate.

The general framework I see this setting out in is that some of my citizens, in a rushed moment to teleport somewhere, transcribe some runes incorrectly and teleport to some nation instead of their intended destination. Should you choose not to help them out they are likely to die and that will be a rather short RP with no benefit for anyone. Help them out and they might be grateful enough to pay you back - and visit our beautiful homeland. Note that the suggestion that things existing beyond Asveltuum is heretical in nature, so your presents might ruffle up some feathers.

Let me know if you have any feedback. I'm excited to be back and hope to have fun with you guys now as I have as Behntasha in the past. I'm opening this up to any folks from Mystria as well, just FYI. It seems like there's enough crossover between these two groups though that it shouldn't matter much.

Welcome back :)

[Kouralia]

As requested, my Re-Application on grounds of absence:

Nation Name: The Royal Union of Kouralia
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: Shits 'n Giggles

Please link us to Some RP Samples you have:

Fourth Hour, May 4th, 0552

Another good day - a week without rain was an omen to be thankful for considered Muri Mide, Capodiece of the Kouralian Army, well-liked friend of his men and son of Alter Mide, a Magistrate in the border town of Arlen. Life was - as it had inevitably been to him for the twenty five years he’d been alive - good. The faint jingle of the mail of him and his men mixed into the suddenly-ended clopping of the horses hooves as they paused momentarily at the mouth of a dirt path down the small dell and then up to the villa which sat just on the crest of the last ridge before the sea.

“Your father will be most pleased to see you, Master Mide.” Massavo, the aptly-named Chietan porter said, shielding his eyes from the even-now bright sun as they admired the villa. The servant wore a simple tunic, though at his waist he carried a sword - common for a porter in the border regions who was expected somewhat to be the security for his master in addition to simply the doorkeeper. Not that the bulky, bald man looked like he’d really need it to kill someone - if those arms couldn’t choke the life out of someone then there would be little that could.

Next to the ebony-skinned servant, Muri and his four attendant cavalrymen looked almost stick-like and pale in comparison - though of course they were all bronzed by the sun and their outdoor job, and hardened from service in the border regions against the Altonian Raiders. Each of the regular cavalrymen carried small round shields strapped to their backs, painted green and decorated with a golden laurel wreath which stretched almost entirely around the shield - leaving a place at the top for where a four-pointed silver star showed the minor allowance of their commander’s heraldry. In addition to this they carried long spathae at their waists and short dory spears in their hands. Unlike his fellows, the young Officer only carried the straight, double-edged sword - though his armour was somewhat more ornate - wearing a Corinthian helmet tilted back like a cap rather than the Chalcidian helmets worn by the lower ranking soldiers.

“I hope so, Massavo. It’s been a long time, and I know he didn’t approve of me taking the route as a Cavalryman.” he gestured to the men with him. “Arriving in the company of such soldierly fellows can but raise his esteem for me, though…” he sighed and turned to the men. “If my father is somewhat brusque with you, please don’t take offence. He merely…” Muri thought for a moment. “Disapproved of a non-Infanteer profession.” The men nodded understandingly at that, before spurring their horses forwards in a canter after their commander and the Porter, down toward the villa. As they arrived, the men spread out as Muri brought his horse to a halt, striking his best heroic pose while his men - as agreed in the pub before they left Arlen - struck their best ‘soldier who adores his commanding officer, so please father respect my choices’ poses. Massavo instead dropped from his horse and held the reins tightly, standing still and sticking his chest out to call out and announce the arrival of his master’s son, even if he found it offensive to see that someone had left the front door open when going out to trim the flowers or some other womanly task.

“I present Capodiece Muri Mide to the Magistrate Alter Mide!” He bellowed, as if the noises of the horses and arms wouldn’t provide enough warning that they had arrived. As he said that, Muri swept the helm from his head and took it under his arm, looking down to smile to the father who was even now walking through the do-

The Officer stopped, frowning. His father wasn’t walking through the door - no one was. And there were no sounds from inside the building to even suggest that people were about to greet the triumphantly returning son. He looked quizzically at the dark-skinned Porter, who raised an eyebrow and shrugged, handing the reins to Muri walking forward to the door. he got only half way before he stopped and drew his sword.

“The door’s not open, Master Mide, it’s been broken down!” he called, though quieter this time - in the voice used by someone when they want to shout something, but don’t want to make it easily known to other people. Immediately the five cavalrymen lowered their spears and put their game faces on, two of them spurring their horses forward to move around the sides of the building while the others kept watch for anyone on the ridge-line or the road. Muri, on the other hand, lept down off of the horse and drew his longsword in a single fluid motion - stopped only from running into the house by the warning touch of the Porter. “No, wait until the men are back.” Was all he’d say, watching the doorway intently and holding the unwavering tip of the blade by his side, ready to strike out at any skulking assailant who might get tired of their ambush. Seconds later the two Cavalrymen came back around - both coming the same way as they’d covered all four exterior walls of the building.

“Nothing, Capodiece.” The first man said, shaking his head before dismounting with his fellow as ordered and drawing their swords, leaving their spears by the horses before approaching their commander and the Chietan.

“You head upstairs, Massavo.” Muri said, gesturing to the men with his sword. “You two head to the rear garden and kitchens. I’ll take my father’s study and private rooms.” They nodded, then before either the brutish doorman or helmed and shield-carrying soldiers could offer to go first, Muri moved quickly forwards into the building, his sword held ready for use. The others followed after, spreading out quickly into the open space of the gravelled and paved front garden and colonnade. Without a word Massavo leapt up the stairs into the first floor of the house, the Capodiece leading them through more broken, thin screen doors into the main room. Inside the building was another mosaiced courtyard with a pool to collect rainwater and a small spring from the aquaduct which trickled out with a pleasant soft noise. Ignoring all of this, the two soldiers moved fast and left the room by the corridors at each far-sided corner, heading around the symmetrical, geometrically planned house toward the rear courtyard. Muri on the other hand swept aside the curtain to his father’s sleeping quarters, giving it a cursory look to see that no one was in there - neither were they in the other side rooms. With a heavy heart he burst into the study fully expectant, and thus quite pleased when he didn’t find his father’s body sprawled over his dictations - instead they were spread wildly and in some places torn or trampled. As he paused, wondering what had happened a shout from one of the Soldiers sent him sprinting from the room, sword ready to deal with whatever foeman the Cavalryman had found.

Instead he found the two men standing over the body of a servant he vaguely recognised as his father’s cook. He was lying in the door of the kitchen, a completely clean cleaver half-clutched in the unfeeling, dead fingers of his right hand, and some kind of shattered clay pot in his other - used presumably to hit something or block a blow. In the man’s belly was the obvious cause of death - a sword or spear stab to the stomach which had, judging by the state of the cleaver, happened before he’d even touched one of his assailants. As he tried to piece things together, Massavo ran in from upstairs. “Everyone’s gone except for Arim.” Muri said with a dull, emotionless voice, “No one upstairs?” Massavo shook his head, eliciting an angry curse from the Capodiece. “You two, stay and bury him.” Muri said, pointing to the two Soldiers. “Massavo, remain here and secure anything of my fathers that is of a sensitive nature… I’ll take Folke and Acun back into town - we have to alert them as soon as possible to the possibility of raiders. Once that’s done, all three of you follow on in a group - don’t stop for anything but a patrol of the Guard, and head to the town-house or the Barracks, whichever is appropriate.”

Receiving nods from the men, he headed outside, sword still in hand, and was about to mount his horse when one of the last two soldiers shouted from the sea-ridge down to him. Muri slapped himself on the forehead with his hand, realising how stupid he’d been - his father’s land lay on the other side of the ridge down to the coast. Scrambling up the slope rather than take the less steep path he soon reached the top, where he swore again. Evidence of large fires, and a sizeable encampment stood across by the bay, along with the fact that someone had taken an axe to what must have been nearly every single one of his father’s olive trees.

Altonian raiders - it had to be the Blackshields or some other band of vagabonds, the Cavalry Officer thought as he and his two soldiers were, a mere minute later, riding for Arlen like all of Hades was behind them.

Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: Kouralia

What are some RP ideas you have? How active do you think you would be in CoPS? Like... A Summer Party. Some form of police/military exchange programme because I'm a sad git who is primarily interested in RPs in or around hierarchical organisations maintainina monopolies of force in the defence of society. Just people visiting Kouralian people because I never seem to do anything with people I want to characterise unless it's at big-ass events.

Oh, and I'll be as active as possible. No quantitative promises, but I'll try and fit NS in around my other interests in a more balanced manner than this last Semester. #WhyDidIAuditionForTheRoleOfSigniorBenedick.

[Lubyak]

As requested, my Re-Application on grounds of absence:

Nation Name: The Royal Union of Kouralia
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: Shits 'n Giggles

Please link us to Some RP Samples you have:

Fourth Hour, May 4th, 0552

Another good day - a week without rain was an omen to be thankful for considered Muri Mide, Capodiece of the Kouralian Army, well-liked friend of his men and son of Alter Mide, a Magistrate in the border town of Arlen. Life was - as it had inevitably been to him for the twenty five years he’d been alive - good. The faint jingle of the mail of him and his men mixed into the suddenly-ended clopping of the horses hooves as they paused momentarily at the mouth of a dirt path down the small dell and then up to the villa which sat just on the crest of the last ridge before the sea.

“Your father will be most pleased to see you, Master Mide.” Massavo, the aptly-named Chietan porter said, shielding his eyes from the even-now bright sun as they admired the villa. The servant wore a simple tunic, though at his waist he carried a sword - common for a porter in the border regions who was expected somewhat to be the security for his master in addition to simply the doorkeeper. Not that the bulky, bald man looked like he’d really need it to kill someone - if those arms couldn’t choke the life out of someone then there would be little that could.

Next to the ebony-skinned servant, Muri and his four attendant cavalrymen looked almost stick-like and pale in comparison - though of course they were all bronzed by the sun and their outdoor job, and hardened from service in the border regions against the Altonian Raiders. Each of the regular cavalrymen carried small round shields strapped to their backs, painted green and decorated with a golden laurel wreath which stretched almost entirely around the shield - leaving a place at the top for where a four-pointed silver star showed the minor allowance of their commander’s heraldry. In addition to this they carried long spathae at their waists and short dory spears in their hands. Unlike his fellows, the young Officer only carried the straight, double-edged sword - though his armour was somewhat more ornate - wearing a Corinthian helmet tilted back like a cap rather than the Chalcidian helmets worn by the lower ranking soldiers.

“I hope so, Massavo. It’s been a long time, and I know he didn’t approve of me taking the route as a Cavalryman.” he gestured to the men with him. “Arriving in the company of such soldierly fellows can but raise his esteem for me, though…” he sighed and turned to the men. “If my father is somewhat brusque with you, please don’t take offence. He merely…” Muri thought for a moment. “Disapproved of a non-Infanteer profession.” The men nodded understandingly at that, before spurring their horses forwards in a canter after their commander and the Porter, down toward the villa. As they arrived, the men spread out as Muri brought his horse to a halt, striking his best heroic pose while his men - as agreed in the pub before they left Arlen - struck their best ‘soldier who adores his commanding officer, so please father respect my choices’ poses. Massavo instead dropped from his horse and held the reins tightly, standing still and sticking his chest out to call out and announce the arrival of his master’s son, even if he found it offensive to see that someone had left the front door open when going out to trim the flowers or some other womanly task.

“I present Capodiece Muri Mide to the Magistrate Alter Mide!” He bellowed, as if the noises of the horses and arms wouldn’t provide enough warning that they had arrived. As he said that, Muri swept the helm from his head and took it under his arm, looking down to smile to the father who was even now walking through the do-

The Officer stopped, frowning. His father wasn’t walking through the door - no one was. And there were no sounds from inside the building to even suggest that people were about to greet the triumphantly returning son. He looked quizzically at the dark-skinned Porter, who raised an eyebrow and shrugged, handing the reins to Muri walking forward to the door. he got only half way before he stopped and drew his sword.

“The door’s not open, Master Mide, it’s been broken down!” he called, though quieter this time - in the voice used by someone when they want to shout something, but don’t want to make it easily known to other people. Immediately the five cavalrymen lowered their spears and put their game faces on, two of them spurring their horses forward to move around the sides of the building while the others kept watch for anyone on the ridge-line or the road. Muri, on the other hand, lept down off of the horse and drew his longsword in a single fluid motion - stopped only from running into the house by the warning touch of the Porter. “No, wait until the men are back.” Was all he’d say, watching the doorway intently and holding the unwavering tip of the blade by his side, ready to strike out at any skulking assailant who might get tired of their ambush. Seconds later the two Cavalrymen came back around - both coming the same way as they’d covered all four exterior walls of the building.

“Nothing, Capodiece.” The first man said, shaking his head before dismounting with his fellow as ordered and drawing their swords, leaving their spears by the horses before approaching their commander and the Chietan.

“You head upstairs, Massavo.” Muri said, gesturing to the men with his sword. “You two head to the rear garden and kitchens. I’ll take my father’s study and private rooms.” They nodded, then before either the brutish doorman or helmed and shield-carrying soldiers could offer to go first, Muri moved quickly forwards into the building, his sword held ready for use. The others followed after, spreading out quickly into the open space of the gravelled and paved front garden and colonnade. Without a word Massavo leapt up the stairs into the first floor of the house, the Capodiece leading them through more broken, thin screen doors into the main room. Inside the building was another mosaiced courtyard with a pool to collect rainwater and a small spring from the aquaduct which trickled out with a pleasant soft noise. Ignoring all of this, the two soldiers moved fast and left the room by the corridors at each far-sided corner, heading around the symmetrical, geometrically planned house toward the rear courtyard. Muri on the other hand swept aside the curtain to his father’s sleeping quarters, giving it a cursory look to see that no one was in there - neither were they in the other side rooms. With a heavy heart he burst into the study fully expectant, and thus quite pleased when he didn’t find his father’s body sprawled over his dictations - instead they were spread wildly and in some places torn or trampled. As he paused, wondering what had happened a shout from one of the Soldiers sent him sprinting from the room, sword ready to deal with whatever foeman the Cavalryman had found.

Instead he found the two men standing over the body of a servant he vaguely recognised as his father’s cook. He was lying in the door of the kitchen, a completely clean cleaver half-clutched in the unfeeling, dead fingers of his right hand, and some kind of shattered clay pot in his other - used presumably to hit something or block a blow. In the man’s belly was the obvious cause of death - a sword or spear stab to the stomach which had, judging by the state of the cleaver, happened before he’d even touched one of his assailants. As he tried to piece things together, Massavo ran in from upstairs. “Everyone’s gone except for Arim.” Muri said with a dull, emotionless voice, “No one upstairs?” Massavo shook his head, eliciting an angry curse from the Capodiece. “You two, stay and bury him.” Muri said, pointing to the two Soldiers. “Massavo, remain here and secure anything of my fathers that is of a sensitive nature… I’ll take Folke and Acun back into town - we have to alert them as soon as possible to the possibility of raiders. Once that’s done, all three of you follow on in a group - don’t stop for anything but a patrol of the Guard, and head to the town-house or the Barracks, whichever is appropriate.”

Receiving nods from the men, he headed outside, sword still in hand, and was about to mount his horse when one of the last two soldiers shouted from the sea-ridge down to him. Muri slapped himself on the forehead with his hand, realising how stupid he’d been - his father’s land lay on the other side of the ridge down to the coast. Scrambling up the slope rather than take the less steep path he soon reached the top, where he swore again. Evidence of large fires, and a sizeable encampment stood across by the bay, along with the fact that someone had taken an axe to what must have been nearly every single one of his father’s olive trees.

Altonian raiders - it had to be the Blackshields or some other band of vagabonds, the Cavalry Officer thought as he and his two soldiers were, a mere minute later, riding for Arlen like all of Hades was behind them.

Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: Kouralia

What are some RP ideas you have? How active do you think you would be in CoPS? Like... A Summer Party. Some form of police/military exchange programme because I'm a sad git who is primarily interested in RPs in or around hierarchical organisations maintainina monopolies of force in the defence of society. Just people visiting Kouralian people because I never seem to do anything with people I want to characterise unless it's at big-ass events.

Oh, and I'll be as active as possible. No quantitative promises, but I'll try and fit NS in around my other interests in a more balanced manner than this last Semester. #WhyDidIAuditionForTheRoleOfSigniorBenedick.

Who the hell are you again?
JK approved ofc

[Kouralia]

As requested, my Re-Application on grounds of absence:

Nation Name: The Royal Union of Kouralia
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: Shits 'n Giggles

Please link us to Some RP Samples you have:

Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: Kouralia

What are some RP ideas you have? How active do you think you would be in CoPS? Like... A Summer Party. Some form of police/military exchange programme because I'm a sad git who is primarily interested in RPs in or around hierarchical organisations maintainina monopolies of force in the defence of society. Just people visiting Kouralian people because I never seem to do anything with people I want to characterise unless it's at big-ass events.

Oh, and I'll be as active as possible. No quantitative promises, but I'll try and fit NS in around my other interests in a more balanced manner than this last Semester. #WhyDidIAuditionForTheRoleOfSigniorBenedick.

Who the hell are you again?
JK approved ofc

I'm Ubiquicia, a strong sassy independent POC Of Colour and also coincidently your long-lost brother.

[Montesardo-East Adanzi]

I'm Ubiquicia, a strong sassy independent POC Of Colour and also coincidently your long-lost brother.

I'd say no! =P
Snuggles, ofc.

[The Ctan]

As requested, my Re-Application on grounds of absence:

Nation Name: The Royal Union of Kouralia
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: Shits 'n Giggles

Please link us to Some RP Samples you have:

Fourth Hour, May 4th, 0552

Another good day - a week without rain was an omen to be thankful for considered Muri Mide, Capodiece of the Kouralian Army, well-liked friend of his men and son of Alter Mide, a Magistrate in the border town of Arlen. Life was - as it had inevitably been to him for the twenty five years he’d been alive - good. The faint jingle of the mail of him and his men mixed into the suddenly-ended clopping of the horses hooves as they paused momentarily at the mouth of a dirt path down the small dell and then up to the villa which sat just on the crest of the last ridge before the sea.

“Your father will be most pleased to see you, Master Mide.” Massavo, the aptly-named Chietan porter said, shielding his eyes from the even-now bright sun as they admired the villa. The servant wore a simple tunic, though at his waist he carried a sword - common for a porter in the border regions who was expected somewhat to be the security for his master in addition to simply the doorkeeper. Not that the bulky, bald man looked like he’d really need it to kill someone - if those arms couldn’t choke the life out of someone then there would be little that could.

Next to the ebony-skinned servant, Muri and his four attendant cavalrymen looked almost stick-like and pale in comparison - though of course they were all bronzed by the sun and their outdoor job, and hardened from service in the border regions against the Altonian Raiders. Each of the regular cavalrymen carried small round shields strapped to their backs, painted green and decorated with a golden laurel wreath which stretched almost entirely around the shield - leaving a place at the top for where a four-pointed silver star showed the minor allowance of their commander’s heraldry. In addition to this they carried long spathae at their waists and short dory spears in their hands. Unlike his fellows, the young Officer only carried the straight, double-edged sword - though his armour was somewhat more ornate - wearing a Corinthian helmet tilted back like a cap rather than the Chalcidian helmets worn by the lower ranking soldiers.

“I hope so, Massavo. It’s been a long time, and I know he didn’t approve of me taking the route as a Cavalryman.” he gestured to the men with him. “Arriving in the company of such soldierly fellows can but raise his esteem for me, though…” he sighed and turned to the men. “If my father is somewhat brusque with you, please don’t take offence. He merely…” Muri thought for a moment. “Disapproved of a non-Infanteer profession.” The men nodded understandingly at that, before spurring their horses forwards in a canter after their commander and the Porter, down toward the villa. As they arrived, the men spread out as Muri brought his horse to a halt, striking his best heroic pose while his men - as agreed in the pub before they left Arlen - struck their best ‘soldier who adores his commanding officer, so please father respect my choices’ poses. Massavo instead dropped from his horse and held the reins tightly, standing still and sticking his chest out to call out and announce the arrival of his master’s son, even if he found it offensive to see that someone had left the front door open when going out to trim the flowers or some other womanly task.

“I present Capodiece Muri Mide to the Magistrate Alter Mide!” He bellowed, as if the noises of the horses and arms wouldn’t provide enough warning that they had arrived. As he said that, Muri swept the helm from his head and took it under his arm, looking down to smile to the father who was even now walking through the do-

The Officer stopped, frowning. His father wasn’t walking through the door - no one was. And there were no sounds from inside the building to even suggest that people were about to greet the triumphantly returning son. He looked quizzically at the dark-skinned Porter, who raised an eyebrow and shrugged, handing the reins to Muri walking forward to the door. he got only half way before he stopped and drew his sword.

“The door’s not open, Master Mide, it’s been broken down!” he called, though quieter this time - in the voice used by someone when they want to shout something, but don’t want to make it easily known to other people. Immediately the five cavalrymen lowered their spears and put their game faces on, two of them spurring their horses forward to move around the sides of the building while the others kept watch for anyone on the ridge-line or the road. Muri, on the other hand, lept down off of the horse and drew his longsword in a single fluid motion - stopped only from running into the house by the warning touch of the Porter. “No, wait until the men are back.” Was all he’d say, watching the doorway intently and holding the unwavering tip of the blade by his side, ready to strike out at any skulking assailant who might get tired of their ambush. Seconds later the two Cavalrymen came back around - both coming the same way as they’d covered all four exterior walls of the building.

“Nothing, Capodiece.” The first man said, shaking his head before dismounting with his fellow as ordered and drawing their swords, leaving their spears by the horses before approaching their commander and the Chietan.

“You head upstairs, Massavo.” Muri said, gesturing to the men with his sword. “You two head to the rear garden and kitchens. I’ll take my father’s study and private rooms.” They nodded, then before either the brutish doorman or helmed and shield-carrying soldiers could offer to go first, Muri moved quickly forwards into the building, his sword held ready for use. The others followed after, spreading out quickly into the open space of the gravelled and paved front garden and colonnade. Without a word Massavo leapt up the stairs into the first floor of the house, the Capodiece leading them through more broken, thin screen doors into the main room. Inside the building was another mosaiced courtyard with a pool to collect rainwater and a small spring from the aquaduct which trickled out with a pleasant soft noise. Ignoring all of this, the two soldiers moved fast and left the room by the corridors at each far-sided corner, heading around the symmetrical, geometrically planned house toward the rear courtyard. Muri on the other hand swept aside the curtain to his father’s sleeping quarters, giving it a cursory look to see that no one was in there - neither were they in the other side rooms. With a heavy heart he burst into the study fully expectant, and thus quite pleased when he didn’t find his father’s body sprawled over his dictations - instead they were spread wildly and in some places torn or trampled. As he paused, wondering what had happened a shout from one of the Soldiers sent him sprinting from the room, sword ready to deal with whatever foeman the Cavalryman had found.

Instead he found the two men standing over the body of a servant he vaguely recognised as his father’s cook. He was lying in the door of the kitchen, a completely clean cleaver half-clutched in the unfeeling, dead fingers of his right hand, and some kind of shattered clay pot in his other - used presumably to hit something or block a blow. In the man’s belly was the obvious cause of death - a sword or spear stab to the stomach which had, judging by the state of the cleaver, happened before he’d even touched one of his assailants. As he tried to piece things together, Massavo ran in from upstairs. “Everyone’s gone except for Arim.” Muri said with a dull, emotionless voice, “No one upstairs?” Massavo shook his head, eliciting an angry curse from the Capodiece. “You two, stay and bury him.” Muri said, pointing to the two Soldiers. “Massavo, remain here and secure anything of my fathers that is of a sensitive nature… I’ll take Folke and Acun back into town - we have to alert them as soon as possible to the possibility of raiders. Once that’s done, all three of you follow on in a group - don’t stop for anything but a patrol of the Guard, and head to the town-house or the Barracks, whichever is appropriate.”

Receiving nods from the men, he headed outside, sword still in hand, and was about to mount his horse when one of the last two soldiers shouted from the sea-ridge down to him. Muri slapped himself on the forehead with his hand, realising how stupid he’d been - his father’s land lay on the other side of the ridge down to the coast. Scrambling up the slope rather than take the less steep path he soon reached the top, where he swore again. Evidence of large fires, and a sizeable encampment stood across by the bay, along with the fact that someone had taken an axe to what must have been nearly every single one of his father’s olive trees.

Altonian raiders - it had to be the Blackshields or some other band of vagabonds, the Cavalry Officer thought as he and his two soldiers were, a mere minute later, riding for Arlen like all of Hades was behind them.

Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: Kouralia

What are some RP ideas you have? How active do you think you would be in CoPS? Like... A Summer Party. Some form of police/military exchange programme because I'm a sad git who is primarily interested in RPs in or around hierarchical organisations maintainina monopolies of force in the defence of society. Just people visiting Kouralian people because I never seem to do anything with people I want to characterise unless it's at big-ass events.

Oh, and I'll be as active as possible. No quantitative promises, but I'll try and fit NS in around my other interests in a more balanced manner than this last Semester. #WhyDidIAuditionForTheRoleOfSigniorBenedick.

I can't believe you actually did this. It was a joke, man. You don't need to reapply.

[Maltropia]

I vote no regardless. We don't want his sort here.

[Asveltuum]

As a note to all those interested in my RP, I still plan to hold it. Part of the hold up on my end is that I do have a rather unpredictable college schedule. Part of it is that I am also working with Alduin for a little introductory bit so a tad of delays there. I hope to have it up and running by the end of the week.

I've still not heard back from some *cough*DysteCrystialSpires*cough* about their plans. Please let me know what you might be interested in doing. If I don't hear back within a few days, I will assume you find our lands on your own accord.

[Fin Dovah Junaar]

I'll admit...a lot of the MLP community has annoyed me recently. Although I do respect them at times and I don't mind if they enjoy the show...

I won't watch it, not unless I become a parent and the shows still popular down the road or something, and assuming the child like sit...

You get my point, as well I don't really wanna join, but I am interested in role playing with someone here at least once if thats okay.

[The Lunar Domain]

I'll admit...a lot of the MLP community has annoyed me recently. Although I do respect them at times and I don't mind if they enjoy the show...

I won't watch it, not unless I become a parent and the shows still popular down the road or something, and assuming the child like sit...

You get my point, as well I don't really wanna join, but I am interested in role playing with someone here at least once if thats okay.

To my understanding, you don't have to be a MLP fan to be in here, much less roleplay with us. Or be a pony nation really... I'd certainly welcome a roleplay with you.

Kul do yol, ven, ahrk lok, nol hin tey ahrk kran mu lost bo. Ven sun ko zurun, straag wuld do tiid alun zuk tahrodiis. Nol gein nordro valokein, zuk aal kiibok. Ful nol por do Kiindah, dreh faal Deylokro kran braag hi faadus valokein.

[Lubyak]

I'll admit...a lot of the MLP community has annoyed me recently. Although I do respect them at times and I don't mind if they enjoy the show...

I won't watch it, not unless I become a parent and the shows still popular down the road or something, and assuming the child like sit...

You get my point, as well I don't really wanna join, but I am interested in role playing with someone here at least once if thats okay.

A lot of us don't watch the show anymore, and some of us never watched it from the beginning. You're welcome to try and arrange something RP wise, but don't feel that you'd be unwelcome simply because you're not a pony fan.