Page 1: Explanation of Races, Magic, and Council.
Page 2: Explanation of world, population and threats.
Page 3: Faction/Warden list and Events Log Coming Soon.
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Ah yes. Myrtia. A great Nation. Her flame once rose from scattered ashes; her fire choked out the light of the all nations that shared her hearth. Yet now, she is receding back to the embers that once sparked her life. Let me tell to you the story of her brightest time, from a time long ago.
Myrtia was once a small state, a vassal of a larger country it neighbored. The entire lands that we now know of as Myrtia were all separate nations. Four nations stood up above the rest, and vied for domination. To the north was Tygrensia, strong and noble. The south had Larsteri, rich and greedy. The west had Macklin, the proud and tall. To the east lay Krafneg, the swift and brave. Mytria was under the influence of Macklin. There came a time when the dogs of war began growling. Macklin was invaded by Krafneg on the Eve of Founders day. It was a bloodbath. The Macklini were unarmed and unready. Within days the Krafneg's became the most powerful nation in the land. This was the catalyst for a reaction. Suddenly firebrand diplomacy became a staple. Alliances and hatred were forged anew, and war’s drum beat ever louder. Our glorious nation of Myrtia was insignificant in this conflict, until the great sage Lysander shared an ancient tome. If opened it would grant Myrtia great power and magical ability, but would spread out quickly. The council of rulers seized the opportunity. Lysander opened to the opus and witnessed an explosion of power, the likes of which had never been seen. What followed is documented; Myrtia’s rise was swift and clean. Soon enough she controlled all the lands we now know of.
It is at this moment that I must stop and mourn. So many were lost in Myrtia’s rise, so many burned on the funeral pyre. My great Grandfather’s great Grandfather’s great Grandfather told stories of how it was back then, and they have passed down through our family. So much killing. So long ago. Yet scars of the past will never truly fade, no matter the how long the passage of time may be. The bandages of wounds once healed are tearing once again.
After Myrtia’s rise was completed, and her borders stretched as far as one could walk or sail, the question of government arose. No one respected the Council, and Lysander wanted himself to become king. The old Sage came one day to the ruling council. His long beard trimmed. Clad in kingly robes, he spoke boldly to the men who ran our beloved country.
“Fools!” He shouted, arm raised in defiance, “Fools! Your country is rising up against you in anger. What has been conquered shall one day be conquered no more unless the words i have spoken unto thee are heeded.” The council had gone crazy, the men who were trusted with power descending onto Lysander like animals. Yet Lysander was prepared. With a crack of thunder he rose above the crowd, floating 3 meters in thin air. “You learn nothing! I save your miserable hides, and I am here to save it again.” He descended again, slowly touching down on the ground where the council now bowed. “I envision a kingdom. Yet you all have your place. I need Wardens. Wardens who will guard our beloved nation from the many threats that could tear us apart. Each of you shall sit as a Warden for your services. I shall rule over you all and together this country will persevere. I leave it to you to divide the country and its threats amongst yourselves.” With that he left.
That is how the Warden system was created. One Warden for every threat. This is how our nation survived for hundreds of years. It has looked bleak sometimes, yet every time the balance between king and warden has kept the realm stable for as long as we can remember. When foreign nations invaded, when the dead rose or when rebels struck, the Wardens protected this country. When one Warden drew too much power the King intervened and united the other Wardens into keeping them in their place. This is how the system has always worked, until the year of the falling star.
It came from nowhere. A direct sign from the gods. The old king Frederick, weak spirited and scared, disappeared into his quarters spouting prophecy. There was a power vacuum, and the Wardens were left to fill it. All the old horrors and threats came back, the fires of war were seen once again for the first time in centuries. The entire time the tail of the red star hung above us. You remember the Warden rebellion, where the armies lined up, as far as the eyes could see. I was there, when I was younger. That was when King Frederick was struck by a stray arrow. His enemy was slain by Frederick’s daughter Margot in open combat. Queen Margot was not our first Queen, but she was our last. She ruled with strength in a time of weakness. Chaos struck from every angle. Queen Margot needed stability, so she enacted sweeping reforms limiting the Wardens power. She, she was assassinated for it, not 2 years ago. Dark days swept the land as the Warden council met, now a regency council, meeting to select a monarch from their ranks, each one vying for themselves.
So young one, shall this great, flickering flame be carried away on a swift breeze, left only as the blackest soot on the scattered pages of history? Or shall it live on, on into the unfathomable depths of the centuries to come? That, my child, is what we must wait and see. Shall this be the final chapter of a great work, or the first of a great sequel. That is for you to decide.
Hello! Welcome to this Rp: The Broken Kingdom, co-authored by Garfunclia and Myself. This Rp is based off of two different private rps originally authored by Quazin the Great. We thank him and hope the almighty is sated with this citation. I have been craving (odd word now that I think about it) a faction RP, and would love to do some fantasy. Anyways, I am very happy and excited for this Rp.
So, everyone is Rping as a faction in the Kingdom of Myrtia which was forged by fire over 400 years ago. There is just one problem; there is no King. As the realm descends into chaos, old threats from the nation's past are rising up just as the power vacuum is demanding to be filled. Internal wars are allowed, but beware, the Warden’s council is designed to keep each other in check. Overall, I want everyone to have fun. Creativity isn’t just allowed; it is encouraged.
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