Quest for the Crown (medieval, OOC, COMPLETED)

[Damak Var]

I just got my BA in Finance. You won't win this. Muahahaha!

[Halleon]

I just got my BA in Finance. You won't win this. Muahahaha!

I remember you mentioning that before lol so I'm hoping that I do decent enough that I don't fail epically.

[Damak Var]

You see ive already accounted for that. The merchant bankers will have to keep minimum capital requirements to stay liquid. As well as being barred from making subprime loans and forced to do diligent underwriting. This because the Crown is going to guarantee deposits to a certain amount.

I think the merchant bankers will get lots of business. Ha! youll be forced to lower your interest rates in order to compete.

[Damak Var]

Actually i dont know if i can do that. Deposits were only guaranteed in the US after the Great Depression. Not sure how the European banks did it. That idea might be too advanced.

[Halleon]

You see ive already accounted for that. The merchant bankers will have to keep minimum capital requirements to stay liquid. As well as being barred from making subprime loans and forced to do diligent underwriting. This because the Crown is going to guarantee deposits to a certain amount.

I think the merchant bankers will get lots of business. Ha! youll be forced to lower your interest rates in order to compete.

Yeah but the longer this civil war spreads out the more the image will grow that the Crown cannot enforce laws or its own rule, I might be wrong but looks like a civil war is brewing in Velunia? Then you have all these succession crisis's happening I think the Kingdom's stability has plummeted which isn't good for the economy. I'm curious when the lower classes will get tired of the noble ruining their life's and rise up in small revolts. This role play could be turned into a Tv Show.

[Agadar]

Reusing some elements from a previous roleplay of mine, if you don't mind.

Name of House:
House Bortos
Banner of House:
A dark red gryphon on a white background
Brief Description of House:
House Bortos is an ancient House, which can trace back its lineage to King Therrod, also known as the Gryphon King, who had carved himself a kingdom in the Razorbeak Mountains thousands of years ago during the Age of Darkness. According to the legends, Therrod found himself facing a dilemma when his last enemies retreated to their castles and fortresses on the peaks of the mountains. Besieging those castles would cost thousands of lives, and Therrod refused to send his men to the slaughterhouse. So instead, he boldly sought out the legendary gryphon Razorbeak, whose name the mountain range bears to this day, in his cave on the highest peak in the mountains. They fought for three days and nights until finally Razorbeak recognised Therrod as his superior. Therrod departed from the peak on Razorbeak's back, and the legendary gryphon's flock followed. Therrod returned to his army, and trained a squadron of knights to ride the gryphons. Together with his gryphon lancers he then assaulted the final strongholds of his enemies, and conquered them within a day. Therrod was proclaimed King, and he adopted the gryphon as his sigil.
Many generations later, Vedrion the Great arrived in the Razorbeak Mountains with his host. King Tristan and his army awaited him in the Featherly Pass. Tristan, in the spirit of his ancestor Therrod, offered Vedrion to decide the outcome of the battle via single combat, sparing the lives of their men. Vedrion agreed, and the two men supposedly fought for hours. They inflicted several severe wounds upon one another until finally Tristan's body could no longer bear them, and he fell from his gryphon onto the ground. True to his word, Tristan awaited his fate at the hands of Vedrion. Vedrion decided that he would need a strong lord to rule the wild Razorbeak Mountains, and so offered Tristan that he would spare his people if Tristan were to continue his rulership over the mountains, not as a king but as a vassal. Tristan bend the knee on the spot, and House Bortos has been loyal to the crown ever since.
Head of House:
Lord Edwyn (male, fifty-two years old), of the blood of the Gryphon King, Lord of the Razorbeak Mountains.
Nobility Ranking:
Lord
Brief Description of Head of House:
Lord Edwyn is considered a relatively weak ruler according to the harsh men of the south. Whereas former Bortos lords favored single combat to resolve conflicts, Lord Edwyn prefers words. He has been compared to the soft lords of the north. He appears old and is rarely seen in armor. He is a careful and intelligent man, but also uncertain and indecisive. Though he supplied men to fight the desert tribes, he did no more than that and has decided to keep out of the current conflict between the crown and the rebels, much to the anger and frustration of numerous of his noblemen, including his oldest son.
Relevant House Members:
Ser Yeror (male, twenty-two years old), oldest son of Lord Edwyn, Heir of the Razorbeak Mountains and Commander of the Featherly Pass. Lady Erylia (female, twenty-one years old), Yeror's younger sister. Ser Dowan (male, nineteen years old), Erylia's younger brother and Castellan of Veryos.
Brief Description of other most relevant House Members:
Yeror and Dowan are complete opposites. Whereas Dowan takes to his father, Yeror is much more straight-forward and favors the style of ruling of his ancient ancestors. Yeror is a competent knight and a proven commander, having lead armies against the desert wildlings numerous times including during the Battle of Ahkour. Many of his father's bannermen favor him over his father. Despite their differences and arguments, Yeror loves both his father and his younger brother with all his heart, as they do in return. Lady Erylia grew up constantly having to stop fights between Yeror and Dowan, which turned her into a bold and motherly little lady. All three of them are healthy and handsome to varying degrees, though Yeror sports several scars beneath his clothes and armor. Their mother died several years after Dowan's birth when she fell from the large balcony of Veryos. To this day nobody knows whether it was an accident, or something else entirely...
Name of the Land they rule over:
The Razorbeak Mountains
Geography:
Mountains and vales, peaks and rivers.
RP sample:
Check my signature for The Fall of Gods. You can also search for The Swords of Amakesh, which was a short-lived fantasy roleplay OP'd by me.
Notes:
Bortos men prefer to fight with lances and maces. They are a proud and strong people, and though their roots lay with the desert wildlings of the south, they feel nothing but contempt for them. Though the mythical gryphons were supposedly extinct several hundreds of years ago, the people of the Razorbeak Mountains still revere them and King Therrod for their strength and courage. Ser Yeror knows both of the royal princes well and considers them his friends. However, his father refused him permission to gather a host and aid prince Jestrion in the north. Ser Yeror has been sulking ever since, and even though his siblings have thus far managed to talk him out of defying their father and marching north, Yeror grows ever bolder during his arguments with his father.

[Damak Var]

Reusing some elements from a previous roleplay of mine, if you don't mind.

Name of House:
House Bortos
Banner of House:
A dark red gryphon on a white background
Brief Description of House:
House Bortos is an ancient House, which can trace back its lineage to King Therrod, also known as the Gryphon King, who had carved himself a kingdom in the Razorbeak Mountains thousands of years ago during the Age of Darkness. According to the legends, Therrod found himself facing a dilemma when his last enemies retreated to their castles and fortresses on the peaks of the mountains. Besieging those castles would cost thousands of lives, and Therrod refused to send his men to the slaughterhouse. So instead, he boldly sought out the legendary gryphon Razorbeak, whose name the mountain range bears to this day, in his cave on the highest peak in the mountains. They fought for three days and nights until finally Razorbeak recognised Therrod as his superior. Therrod departed from the peak on Razorbeak's back, and the legendary gryphon's flock followed. Therrod returned to his army, and trained a squadron of knights to ride the gryphons. Together with his gryphon lancers he then assaulted the final strongholds of his enemies, and conquered them within a day. Therrod was proclaimed King, and he adopted the gryphon as his sigil.
Many generations later, Vedrion the Great arrived in the Razorbeak Mountains with his host. King Tristan and his army awaited him in the Featherly Pass. Tristan, in the spirit of his ancestor Therrod, offered Vedrion to decide the outcome of the battle via single combat, sparing the lives of their men. Vedrion agreed, and the two men supposedly fought for hours. They inflicted several severe wounds upon one another until finally Tristan's body could no longer bear them, and he fell from his gryphon onto the ground. True to his word, Tristan awaited his fate at the hands of Vedrion. Vedrion decided that he would need a strong lord to rule the wild Razorbeak Mountains, and so offered Tristan that he would spare his people if Tristan were to continue his rulership over the mountains, not as a king but as a vassal. Tristan bend the knee on the spot, and House Bortos has been loyal to the crown ever since.
Head of House:
Lord Edwyn (male, fifty-two years old), of the blood of the Gryphon King, Lord of the Razorbeak Mountains.
Nobility Ranking:
Lord
Brief Description of Head of House:
Lord Edwyn is considered a relatively weak ruler according to the harsh men of the south. Whereas former Bortos lords favored single combat to resolve conflicts, Lord Edwyn prefers words. He has been compared to the soft lords of the north. He appears old and is rarely seen in armor. He is a careful and intelligent man, but also uncertain and indecisive. Though he supplied men to fight the desert tribes, he did no more than that and has decided to keep out of the current conflict between the crown and the rebels, much to the anger and frustration of numerous of his noblemen, including his oldest son.
Relevant House Members:
Ser Yeror (male, twenty-two years old), oldest son of Lord Edwyn, Heir of the Razorbeak Mountains and Commander of the Featherly Pass. Lady Erylia (female, twenty-one years old), Yeror's younger sister. Ser Dowan (male, nineteen years old), Erylia's younger brother and Castellan of Veryos.
Brief Description of other most relevant House Members:
Yeror and Dowan are complete opposites. Whereas Dowan takes to his father, Yeror is much more straight-forward and favors the style of ruling of his ancient ancestors. Yeror is a competent knight and a proven commander, having lead armies against the desert wildlings numerous times including during the Battle of Ahkour. Many of his father's bannermen favor him over his father. Despite their differences and arguments, Yeror loves both his father and his younger brother with all his heart, as they do in return. Lady Erylia grew up constantly having to stop fights between Yeror and Dowan, which turned her into a bold and motherly little lady. All three of them are healthy and handsome to varying degrees, though Yeror sports several scars beneath his clothes and armor. Their mother died several years after Dowan's birth when she fell from the large balcony of Veryos. To this day nobody knows whether it was an accident, or something else entirely...
Name of the Land they rule over:
The Razorbeak Mountains
Geography:
Mountains and vales, peaks and rivers.
RP sample:
Check my signature for The Fall of Gods. You can also search for The Swords of Amakesh, which was a short-lived fantasy roleplay OP'd by me.
Notes:
Bortos men prefer to fight with lances and maces. They are a proud and strong people, and though their roots lay with the desert wildlings of the south, they feel nothing but contempt for them. Though the mythical gryphons were supposedly extinct several hundreds of years ago, the people of the Razorbeak Mountains still revere them and King Therrod for their strength and courage. Ser Yeror knows both of the royal princes well and considers them his friends. However, his father refused him permission to gather a host and aid prince Jestrion in the north. Ser Yeror has been sulking ever since, and even though his siblings have thus far managed to talk him out of defying their father and marching north, Yeror grows ever bolder during his arguments with his father.

I like. Only there are written accounts of Vedrion's Conquest and its a well remembered time in history. Remove King Tristan riding a griffon in his duel with Vedrion. After that, accepted.

[Evraim]

Anyways, I believe all those characters are highly intelligent. Many of them have not been RPed much but I thought they should go up anyways. I say its Loran, a financial/business mastermind.

Poor Remus... I need to give him more attention.

I cast my votes in favor of Charlia Wallstryn and Loran Gneiss. They coordinate everything necessary to assist in the loyalist war effort. The rebels, in my opinion, ought to organize in a similar manner if they hope to triumph.

Yeah but the longer this civil war spreads out the more the image will grow that the Crown cannot enforce laws or its own rule, I might be wrong but looks like a civil war is brewing in Velunia? Then you have all these succession crisis's happening I think the Kingdom's stability has plummeted which isn't good for the economy. I'm curious when the lower classes will get tired of the noble ruining their life's and rise up in small revolts. This role play could be turned into a Tv Show.

Down with the aristocrats and the bourgeoisies! Workers and peasants of the world unite - for you have naught to lose but your chains! If this happens, I plan for Kaspar to desert and lead the proletariat in their glorious revolution.

You said that you would probably marry her off to keep the peace as well...?

Lies, I say, lies! You would taint the house of Wallstryn with bad blood!


Also, would it be alright if I did cognatic succession instead of the regular ag-cog?

You would set a boy more apt to wear motley than a crown on course to reign over the sons and daughters of the North? What sordid talk of peace this is! So long as the Sathar draw breath, so long as the mountains of Kursturm stand tall and unyielding, so long as the sun rises and sets in the sky, this wretched a travesty of a peace shall not come to pass. Come, base curs, to music. I have no life save when the swords clash, but, praise, when I see the standards gold, vair, purpure, opposing, and the broad fields beneath them turn crimson, then howl I in my heart nigh mad with rejoicing. Guess the quote?



We'll have Wallstryns perched on three thrones if these plans continue without complication. Luckily, a plain knife, unadorned and wielded by a desperate urban blackheart under highborn employ, might undo these ambitions as the cat undoes the mouse and as the snorting stallions hurls the falcon into panicked flight.

[Of the Quendi]

Be prepared to be moved, be awed, or be nauseous. I may be unable to win best "Bro" and most intelligent but if there ever is a "most over the top melodramatic love story" I may have written the first chapter of the wining story in my new post. Those not a romantic mindset ought be cautious in reading; vomiting may occur. Disclaimer: I didn't write the song myself.

[Agadar]

Reusing some elements from a previous roleplay of mine, if you don't mind.

Name of House:
House Bortos
Banner of House:
A dark red gryphon on a white background
Brief Description of House:
House Bortos is an ancient House, which can trace back its lineage to King Therrod, also known as the Gryphon King, who had carved himself a kingdom in the Razorbeak Mountains thousands of years ago during the Age of Darkness. According to the legends, Therrod found himself facing a dilemma when his last enemies retreated to their castles and fortresses on the peaks of the mountains. Besieging those castles would cost thousands of lives, and Therrod refused to send his men to the slaughterhouse. So instead, he boldly sought out the legendary gryphon Razorbeak, whose name the mountain range bears to this day, in his cave on the highest peak in the mountains. They fought for three days and nights until finally Razorbeak recognised Therrod as his superior. Therrod departed from the peak on Razorbeak's back, and the legendary gryphon's flock followed. Therrod returned to his army, and trained a squadron of knights to ride the gryphons. Together with his gryphon lancers he then assaulted the final strongholds of his enemies, and conquered them within a day. Therrod was proclaimed King, and he adopted the gryphon as his sigil.
Many generations later, Vedrion the Great arrived in the Razorbeak Mountains with his host. King Tristan and his army awaited him in the Featherly Pass. Tristan, in the spirit of his ancestor Therrod, offered Vedrion to decide the outcome of the battle via single combat, sparing the lives of their men. Vedrion agreed, and the two men supposedly fought for hours. They inflicted several severe wounds upon one another until finally Tristan's body could no longer bear them, and he fell from his gryphon onto the ground. True to his word, Tristan awaited his fate at the hands of Vedrion. Vedrion decided that he would need a strong lord to rule the wild Razorbeak Mountains, and so offered Tristan that he would spare his people if Tristan were to continue his rulership over the mountains, not as a king but as a vassal. Tristan bend the knee on the spot, and House Bortos has been loyal to the crown ever since.
Head of House:
Lord Edwyn (male, fifty-two years old), of the blood of the Gryphon King, Lord of the Razorbeak Mountains.
Nobility Ranking:
Lord
Brief Description of Head of House:
Lord Edwyn is considered a relatively weak ruler according to the harsh men of the south. Whereas former Bortos lords favored single combat to resolve conflicts, Lord Edwyn prefers words. He has been compared to the soft lords of the north. He appears old and is rarely seen in armor. He is a careful and intelligent man, but also uncertain and indecisive. Though he supplied men to fight the desert tribes, he did no more than that and has decided to keep out of the current conflict between the crown and the rebels, much to the anger and frustration of numerous of his noblemen, including his oldest son.
Relevant House Members:
Ser Yeror (male, twenty-two years old), oldest son of Lord Edwyn, Heir of the Razorbeak Mountains and Commander of the Featherly Pass. Lady Erylia (female, twenty-one years old), Yeror's younger sister. Ser Dowan (male, nineteen years old), Erylia's younger brother and Castellan of Veryos.
Brief Description of other most relevant House Members:
Yeror and Dowan are complete opposites. Whereas Dowan takes to his father, Yeror is much more straight-forward and favors the style of ruling of his ancient ancestors. Yeror is a competent knight and a proven commander, having lead armies against the desert wildlings numerous times including during the Battle of Ahkour. Many of his father's bannermen favor him over his father. Despite their differences and arguments, Yeror loves both his father and his younger brother with all his heart, as they do in return. Lady Erylia grew up constantly having to stop fights between Yeror and Dowan, which turned her into a bold and motherly little lady. All three of them are healthy and handsome to varying degrees, though Yeror sports several scars beneath his clothes and armor. Their mother died several years after Dowan's birth when she fell from the large balcony of Veryos. To this day nobody knows whether it was an accident, or something else entirely...
Name of the Land they rule over:
The Razorbeak Mountains
Geography:
Mountains and vales, peaks and rivers.
RP sample:
Check my signature for The Fall of Gods. You can also search for The Swords of Amakesh, which was a short-lived fantasy roleplay OP'd by me.
Notes:
Bortos men prefer to fight with lances and maces. They are a proud and strong people, and though their roots lay with the desert wildlings of the south, they feel nothing but contempt for them. Though the mythical gryphons were supposedly extinct several hundreds of years ago, the people of the Razorbeak Mountains still revere them and King Therrod for their strength and courage. Ser Yeror knows both of the royal princes well and considers them his friends. However, his father refused him permission to gather a host and aid prince Jestrion in the north. Ser Yeror has been sulking ever since, and even though his siblings have thus far managed to talk him out of defying their father and marching north, Yeror grows ever bolder during his arguments with his father.

I like. Only there are written accounts of Vedrion's Conquest and its a well remembered time in history. Remove King Tristan riding a griffon in his duel with Vedrion. After that, accepted.

Fair enough. Consider it done.

I'll stay on the background for a little bit, introducing my House and reading new posts to get a sense of the world and the ongoing conflict.

By the way, this House replaces the House you offered me to take over.

[Of the Quendi]

Lets say a merchant fleet is in debt to the Church but that merchant fleet is not capable of paying on that debt so the Church is forced to pretty much foreclose on the Merchant Fleet so the Church hires I'm gonna say House Illionae-Aenaea or whoever is interested to seize the fleet. Is that possible or would that be to much? Its just a ideal I had and noticed someone wanted to role play as pirates or something so thought I would suggest this ideal.

Certainly. Send a letter to "Akbar the Black", Pirate Lord of Salak and some ships that look conspicuously like Palaeosian Shebeks but flies pirate banners will be seizing whatever they are paid to seize.

If you want the merchant fleet returned you had however better hope the ships are considered subpar by the picky Palaeosian Sealords, or make sure not to pay the entire price up front.

Actually i dont know if i can do that. Deposits were only guaranteed in the US after the Great Depression. Not sure how the European banks did it. That idea might be too advanced.

In the middle ages? They didn't really care for liquidity, subprime loans etc etc. They didn't even have double-entry bookkeeping before the Medici's. The letter of credits issued by the Knight Templars was probably the most sophisticated in medieval banking.

[Damak Var]

Btw way Agadar, I need you to keep the same geography. You can have those things but the land is mostly arid, chaparral and some desert.

[Damak Var]

Lets say a merchant fleet is in debt to the Church but that merchant fleet is not capable of paying on that debt so the Church is forced to pretty much foreclose on the Merchant Fleet so the Church hires I'm gonna say House Illionae-Aenaea or whoever is interested to seize the fleet. Is that possible or would that be to much? Its just a ideal I had and noticed someone wanted to role play as pirates or something so thought I would suggest this ideal.

Certainly. Send a letter to "Akbar the Black", Pirate Lord of Salak and some ships that look conspicuously like Palaeosian Shebeks but flies pirate banners will be seizing whatever they are paid to seize.

If you want the merchant fleet returned you had however better hope the ships are considered subpar by the picky Palaeosian Sealords, or make sure not to pay the entire price up front.

Actually i dont know if i can do that. Deposits were only guaranteed in the US after the Great Depression. Not sure how the European banks did it. That idea might be too advanced.

In the middle ages? They didn't really care for liquidity, subprime loans etc etc. They didn't even have double-entry bookkeeping before the Medici's. The letter of credits issued by the Knight Templars was probably the most sophisticated in medieval banking.

Yeah I thought so. But there were Jewish moneylenders in London during the time of Henry V I know for sure. He had to borrow quite a bit for his army.

[Agadar]

Btw way Agadar, I need you to keep the same geography. You can have those things but the land is mostly arid, chaparral and some desert.

If the Razorbeak Mountains aren't mountains than both the name and the legay of he gryphon king are rather awkward though. Any way I can convince you otherwise? Else I have to make up a new House.

[Of the Quendi]

Yeah I thought so. But there were Jewish moneylenders in London during the time of Henry V I know for sure. He had to borrow quite a bit for his army.

I am fairly sure they weren't particularly sophisticated either. I would imagine that they operated by only lending money they themselves owned.

BTW does the Church of Paragon have anti usury doctrines like the RL Catholic Church in the Middle Ages?

[Damak Var]

Agadar: You can keep the mountains and everything else you described. The river on the map stands. You are taking over the Burrowlands btw (see map). But towards the South I'm going to have to say its the things I described (arid, chaparral, some desert).

The Church is the primary banking institution in Derria so no usury laws. It's very rich and that's where a lot of its income comes from.

[Agadar]

Agadar: You can keep the mountains and everything else you described. The river on the map stands. You are taking over the Burrowlands btw (see map). But towards the South I'm going to have to say its the things I described (arid, chaparral, some desert).

The Church is the primary banking institution in Derria so no usury laws. It's very rich and that's where a lot of its income comes from.

Ah, alright. I was already assuming that though. The Bortos men hail from that same desert.

By the way, where did the conqueror come from?

[Damak Var]

From the Crownlands. I haven't really done Vedrion's background at all. I'll make it up as a I go if need be.

[Of the Quendi]

The Church is the primary banking institution in Derria so no usury laws. It's very rich and that's where a lot of its income comes from.

What a shame, I was just hoping to find yet an illegal business for my enterprising and immoral House to get in on to supplement their piracy and slavery operations.

Anyway I hope Charlia and Loran will begin undermining the Church's monopoly by issuing lending rights so that House Aenaea may begin to do the same in their jurisdiction.

[Agadar]

The last page of the IC thread is all messed up. Someone really abused the hell out of his post format.

[United Socialist Republics of Lupina]

The last page of the IC thread is all messed up. Someone really abused the hell out of his post format.

Only the first two posts are messed up and the posts themselves aren't affected by it.

[Agadar]

The last page of the IC thread is all messed up. Someone really abused the hell out of his post format.

Only the first two posts are messed up and the posts themselves aren't affected by it.

All of the posts save for the first one are messed up on my screen.

[United Socialist Republics of Lupina]

All of the posts save for the first one are messed up on my screen.

Define 'messed up'?

[Agadar]

All of the posts save for the first one are messed up on my screen.

Define 'messed up'?

The white bar to the left of the thread (of which at the very top of the page is your user menu) is gone after the first post. I've seen this once before, and it means that someone really messed up their post formatting.

[Of the Quendi]

Define 'messed up'?

The white bar to the left of the thread (of which at the very top of the page is your user menu) is gone after the first post. I've seen this once before, and it means that someone really messed up their post formatting.

Fortunately it goes away when you turn a page.

EDIT: I quoted Arbarlorn's post at the top of the page and tried to preview it here in the OOC and edit in it to see how I could make the format problem go away. Removing the quotation of Damak Var's post did the trick.