Quest for the Crown (medieval, OOC, COMPLETED)

[Evraim]

Edit: you cant adopt an isolationist policy if your liege lord calls for your troops to go to war.

I understand. However, I intended to use that as an in-character rationalization for my absence until this point. If the call goes out, I'll be certain to deploy troops. I wouldn't want to miss out on the action, would I?

[Firstaria]

I'm sorry if I'm taking so much time to post, I'm having some heavy days and I want to keep some quality here, I'm liking where this is going and I don't want to ruin it.

[Damak Var]

I'm sorry if I'm taking so much time to post, I'm having some heavy days and I want to keep some quality here, I'm liking where this is going and I don't want to ruin it.

Understood. Its ok.

[Damak Var]

Name of House: Rhynarion

Banner of House:

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Brief Description of House: Hose Rhynarion is young and quite modest, with few incomes or honors of which to boast. It was established by mercenaries who crossed the expansive seas to fight in the service of the king three or four generations past. As a reward for their efforts, the monarch gave the foreign soldiers the territories of Sathara. The first Vuzurgan, or Earl, was a man by the name of Cyrus, who had acted as the captain of the company prior to his promotion. He proved to be as capable a politician as he was an officer, securing the trust of his liege and integrating his former companions into the general population. His successors were far less able, and, since Cyrus, the House has deteriorated. This is, in part, the result to cultural differences, though poor management and a lack of vision has also exacerbated the problems intrinsic in the governing of a group of people. For example, Cyrus tolerated the Church of the Paragon and championed religious and linguistic pluralism, while his descendants have been more inclined to alienate the traditional clergy in favor of their own deities and customs. It is also not unheard of for the Sathar to launch brutal raids against their neighbors or to rebel outright against their noble masters. They are a free-spirited and fierce people, and much of that is epitomized by House Rhynarion. Although they lack prestige, incomes, or substantial political clout, Sathara has the distinction of breeding the finest horses in the realm. Furthermore, most of their subjects can sit a saddle as easily as their neighbors might walk. This could prove instrumental to a wise Vuzurgan.

Head of House: Eskandar Rhynarion, 53, Male

Nobility Ranking: Vuzurgan (Earl)

Liege Lord: Lord Mikhal Kazanowski

Brief Description of Head of House: The current Vuzurgan of Sathara, Eskandar Rhynarion, is the great grandson of Cyrus Rhynarion. He is incompetent, gluttonous, and generous to a fault. Few of the aristocrats in the realm respect or fear him partially due to his refusal to address insolence with any degree of severity and partially as a result of his marriage to a commoner. The wife in question engaged in numerous extramarital affairs, shaming her lordly husband in the eyes of his subjects and his peers, and is presently estranged. Eskandar loves his three children above all other things in the world. His desire to protect them has led him to be wary of conflicts and loathe to march at the call of his Lord. This has created considerable friction between the Vuzurgan and his liege, Mikhal Kazanowski, which serves only to damage his reputation further. Despite this, he does attempt to preserve some semblance of honor, treating guests with utmost courtesy, obeying his superiors in civil matters, and ignoring insults against his family's name. He is olive-skinned, dark of hair, and large of belly. Additionally, he speaks with a slight stutter and fidgets compulsively. It cannot, however, be said that the man wants for honor or gentleness.

Relevant House Members:

Major Characters

• Remus Rhynarion, 25, Male, Son to Eskandar
- A slender, graceful man with the dark eyes and long, dark hair common to the Sathar. He is sickly and effete, prefering books or soft music to the cacophony of battle, much to the chagrin of his father's subjects. Despite this, Remus is intelligent and ambitious. This, together with his clandestine dislike of Kazanowski, has led him to reorganize the military of Sathara into a more effective and modern force. Furthermore, he schemes to restore the good name of the family so that his father might pass with an inkling of the respect he actually deserves. Most nobles seem to distrust him.

• Kaspar Rhynarion, 19, Male, Son to Eskandar
- Strong, comely, and daring, Kaspar Rhynarion is perhaps the most admired member of his family. He boasts a light olive complexion and a head of raven curls. His eyes are as blue as the sky amidst a storm. Unlike his brother, he often acts in a compulsive or rash manner, taking immediate offense at remarks levelled against his father or his people. The common people and soldiers alike adore him because of his actions as the official commander of the Sathar's armies. Kaspar is equally skilled with the bow or the lance, and is a masterful rider. He values the love of his father and the honor of his house above all else.

• Diana Rhynarion, 16, Female, Daughter to Eskandar
- Diana is a slender maiden, every bit as lovely as her second brother. Her raven hair is long with an endearing luster and her eyes are as dark as night. She has skin of the same hue as most of her countrymen. Fiercely devoted to her lordly father and to justice, she has procured a reputation as something of a firebrand, which has driven away many men who might otherwise court her. Although enamored to the more womanly pursuits of harping and sewing, Diana is also elegant with the crescent-shaped blade favored in her homeland. It is rumored that she fights as well as either of her brothers. Her brothers are very protective of their younger sister.

Minor Characters
• Jahangir Dezayin, 38, Male, Master of the Stables
- A well-built man with dark hair, on both his scalp and face, and a sharp manner, Jahangir breeds and cares for the fabled horses of the Sathar. He is one of Kaspar's most fervent supporters, and, while he adores Iskandar, he believes him to be a poor lord.

• Rustam Alkaseyr, 44, Male, Commander of the Guard
- The Commander of the Guard has aged poorly and already claims a balding head and a gray beard. He is a kindly man who is equally fond of Iskandar and his children. He enjoys an especially strong relationship with Kaspar and Diana, both of whom he took on as pupils. He also has a fondness for birds.

• Leopold Vastille, 62, Male, Steward of the Household
- Old, with no shortage of white hairs, Leopold is a prudent and devoted servant. He has attempted to ameliorate the excesses of his master, to little avail. He spends much of his free time in the gardens built by Cyrus to remind the Sathar of their original home, though he is of indigenous heritage.

• Haroun Feyad, 35, Male, Librarian and Advisor
- A vain and clever man, Haroun manages the treasured tomes of the meager palace at Cyron, the capitol of the Sathar. He secretly disdains his master and his bellicose children. However, he has a friendly relationship with the equally cynical Remus.

Territories: Cyron (Capitol), The Pasdaran Hills (Castle), Sathara

Geography: Sathara is characterized by its dry climate and flat, rolling plains. Rivers and springs are not terribly common in these harsh lands, but the inhabitants manage to employ water from natural aquifers and man-made wells for agricultural and pastoral purposes.

Desired Position:

Kaspar Rhynarion, Commander of the Scouts (House Kazanowski)

RP Samples:

• The Griffon and the Peacock
• Conservative Reforms in the Republic of Krastania

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House Rhynarion

Exports: horses, leather, dairy products, wool, mutton, stone, coal

Imports: wood, iron, gold, jewels, grains, cotton textiles, furs, perfumes, dyes, flax, beef, fruits, vegetables, fish, luxury goods

Terrain: Sathara is a desiccated, unforgiving country filled by little more than empty, rolling plains which seem to stretch endlessly into the horizon. In winter, the temperatures are unbearably cold. It is these which are the pulsating heart of the territories ruled by the Vuzurgan. The rugged people who live there draw their sustenance from the meager grasses that carpet the plains and feed their animals. A few forrests lie on the periphery of the lands claimed by House Rhynarion where wild game might be found during the less dismal months. These have often been witness to minor skirmishes between the poor hunters loyal to Cyron and the aristocratic men who claim them as their own. At the very center of Sathara, nestled between a few small hills, lies the capitol, a small village named for its founder, Cyrus of House Rhynarion. Its palaces are dark, melancholic places in winter, though they are cheerful and radiant in the summer months. They are famed for their exotic gardens, which are warmed by panels of vibrant green glass. Finally, outside of the city complex, the ruined castle of Pasdaran sits atop the highest hill, holding the garrisons and commanding control of the land for miles. It is not, however, a very formidable fortress. There has been some talk of repairing it.

Size of Forces: 3,500

Navy: N/A

Army:

• 1,500 Sathar Cavaliers
• 500 Squires
• 1,500 Levied Spearmen

Strengths: The reformation of Sathar military tactics initiated by Remus Rhynarion and credited to his more martial brother, Kaspar, has succeeded at incorporating both the flexible style of combat favored by the original Sathars, which employed lightly armored men armed with bows and substantial supporting columns behind the front lines, and a modified version of the lance charge favored by heavy knights. Sathar chargers are light horses bred to endure travel at high speeds for long-distances. However, they do not possess the sheer weight of most animals and as a result compensation was necessary in order to level the field. As a result, cavaliers boast a degree of discipline rivaled by few other soldiers. Additionally, they wield lances long enough to puncture the armor of pikemen and halberdiers at a safe distance. This together with their less than chivalrous habit of killing enemy horses with arrows or spears and of using maces against heavily armored opponents makes them an adaptable and effective fighting force against any foe foolish enough to face them on the open battlefield. Generally, however, commanders prefer to use them as scouts due to their quick mounts. Finally, Kaspar Rhynarion is well-respected by his men and the nobles with whom he serves.

Weakness: While the cavalry of Sathara is renown for its ferocity and ability, the infantry often utilized to support them is notorious for its lack of discipline and propensity to flee the field. These men are usually poor peasants forced into the ranks when conflicts arise. They wield a long, light spear, a wicker spear, and have little or no armor. As such, it is not particularly surprising that they run more often than they hold the line. Worse still, Sathara lacks the resources plentifully had elsewhere in the realm, and, as a result, House Rhynarion almost always encounters difficulties at keeping an army in the field for extended lengths of time. Additionally, the Sathar are utterly incapable of fighting naval battles or sieges, in either offensive or defensive roles.

Accepted. Just some things....

Additionally, they wield lances long enough to puncture the armor of pikemen and halberdiers at a safe distance.

I'm going to leave that to be debatable. There is evidence to suggest that medieval pikes were just as long or longer.

Also, the rules state that the religion is either Church of the Paragon and Spirit Worship. Evraim talked it over with me and explained that the religion described in the app is a sect of the Church of the Paragon with foreign influence. I'll allow it as long as it's only a handful of followers. As Earls, the Rhynarion's would lord over a considerable size of land/people. Having this different sect as the predominant religion in that area would be too much of a deviation from the rules I set forth for everybody making it unfair.

Finally, while the app states how Sathar has a different culture it should be noted that while there are cultural differences in Derria, Derrian culture is relatively homogeneous. So Satharian should be more considered a subculture of the greater Derrian culture instead of a culture of its own. That's a standard for everybody. The only exception is civilized Derria versus the desert tribes.

[Evraim]

Accepted. Just some things...

Thank you.

I'm going to leave that to be debatable. There is evidence to suggest that medieval pikes were just as long or longer.

This makes sense. I'm thinking of changing my military somewhat, principally to make it more realistic. As such, I look forward to rather long discussions with you via telegram, if this isn't too much to ask. Also, I'll be certain to adhere to the established guidelines. I finished Remus' letters, and I plan to conclude with my post by tonight. However, feel free to respond to the messages. One is directed to Lord Mikhail and the other is meant for Princess Charlia.

[San Monteriano]

Will post soon. Been really busy these past couple of days.

[Damak Var]

I'm going on a trip this weekend and may not be able to post just so everybody knows.

[Halleon]

I'm going to try to get a post up, been thinking of ideals to make a interesting post so sorry for the delay.

[Damak Var]

I'm going to try to get a post up, been thinking of ideals to make a interesting post so sorry for the delay.

NP.

Also, I'm waiting for everybody to arrive before I post about the dinner.

[The National Dominion of Hungary]

Guys!

I have to say that you are among the most talented RP´ers I´ve RP´d with, and that´s why I want to make it known that I plan on starting up a post-apocalyptic RP in a PMT world. If you would be interested, let me know, and if someone would like to, and have time to Co-Op the RP, I´d be very greatful.

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[Halleon]

Guys!

I have to say that you are among the most talented RP´ers I´ve RP´d with, and that´s why I want to make it known that I plan on starting up a post-apocalyptic RP in a PMT world. If you would be interested, let me know, and if someone would like to, and have time to Co-Op the RP, I´d be very greatful.

Send me a telegram when its up and running, I will take a look at it. I wish there was more quality rp's like this one here.

[Evraim]

I finished my first post. I think the edits should suffice as well.

[Der Kaiser Mikey III]

alright, 8000 of Kursturms starved are marching forth to meet Jestrion on the field...may the Paragon help them hahaha

[San Monteriano]

Sorry I've been gone for so long, I've been busy IRL and in my other RPs, but I should be secure for now. What have a missed so I can catch up?

[Evraim]

So, I've been thinking of inserting some character into my military. As such, I thought I would write a melancholy marching song for the soldiers. At the moment, I'm not certain if it should exist in-characterly yet. I thought I might have a lowly musician compose the work after a few battles had been fought and Lord Mikhail had begun his rebellion. It juxtaposes scenes of battle with the memories of one of the men saying his farewells to his family prior to joining the regiments. Perhaps the last few verses will be drawn from one of the commanders' speeches, probably Ser Kaspar the Brightlance in this instance.

My intention in penning the lyrics was to focus on the sentiments of the common soldiers, generally low-ranking knights, merchants, or peasants. The narrator beseeches his countrymen to remember the sacrifices made by the most impoverished of people, how they left their families to fight in a war that hurt innocents nearly as much as the guilty. There is also a great deal of patriotic spirit embodied in the lyrics. The people are expressly identified as Sathar (Satharmen) and northerners. Finally, there is a degree of pride in the liberty they seek to procure, in their stubborn refusal not to kneel to the Southron court.

Bleak is the sky and bleaker still the stars
As we Satharmen ride into the red of war.
Lo, the trumpets sound like the Eastern waves
That bore our fathers from their lands to the winter glades.

Pale was the moon and paler still the face
Of my country girl when I told her of my place
Astride my charger on the snowy fields.
“Don’t weep for me,” I said, as I kissed her through my shield.

A line of bright pikes beckons through the night
Like the arrows of our God, filled with burning light.
Lo, the horses scream as we cross the lane
To lay low the hosts of men beneath the glistening rains.

I held my young son and mussed his dark hair
On that calm spring morn when I rode from Athenyr.
I promised to fetch him back a pony
With a golden coat and mane, birthed by the amber sea.

Onward, dear brothers, gallantly onward.
A passion for battle sings, howling through our hearts.
Lo, the melody of steel on flesh thins
This frigid air which once smelled of apples in the glen.

My little daughter sobbed so bitterly
That her cheeks were raw when I passed the shaking leaves
Of the orchard we planted in summer.
She chased after me until I pressed my head to hers.

The foeman’s ranks break like evening petals,
Falling and fragile on the brambles of the knoll.
Lo, to behold the fever, the blue eyes,
Blind and fleeting, is to drown in the widows’ forlorn cries.

We sang of autumn, my daughter and I,
And she smiled then, and began to wipe her dark eyes.
As I carried my little girl back home,
How I yearned to stay, to see my two sweet children grown.

As the horizon blushes gold and red,
Mark well those valiant men who for the Realm lie dead,
Who never more shall laugh, hate, or love,
Whose bodies rot by the waters of the gloomy cove.

Let the North remember what lords forget,
The family I left weeping at the stone gate,
Every time I held them against my breast,
Or kissed them light on the brow and bid them softly rest.

By pure crystal lakes, by hearths bright lit,
Let well the North remember what men oft times forget,
That war is wine dark, that our tears are steel.
Let well the North remember her sons who would not kneel.

[Der Kaiser Mikey III]

So, I've been thinking of inserting some character into my military. As such, I thought I would write a melancholy marching song for the soldiers. At the moment, I'm not certain if it should exist in-characterly yet. I thought I might have a lowly musician compose the work after a few battles had been fought and Lord Mikhail had begun his rebellion. It juxtaposes scenes of battle with the memories of one of the men saying his farewells to his family prior to joining the regiments. Perhaps the last few verses will be drawn from one of the commanders' speeches, probably Kaspar the Brightlance in this instance.

My intention in penning the lyrics was to focus on the sentiments of the common soldiers, generally low-ranking knights, merchants, or peasants. The narrator beseeches his countrymen to remember the sacrifices made by the most impoverished of people, how they left their families to fight in a war that hurt innocents nearly as much as the guilty. There is also a great deal of patriotic spirit embodied in the lyrics. The people are expressly identified as Sathar (Satharmen) and northerners. Finally, there is a degree of pride in the liberty they seek to procure, in their stubborn refusal not to kneel to the Southron court.

Bleak is the sky and bleaker still the stars
As we Satharmen ride into the red of war.
Lo, the trumpets sound like the Eastern waves
That bore our fathers from their lands to the winter glades.

Pale was the moon and paler still the face
Of my country girl when I told her of my place
Astride my charger on the snowy fields.
“Don’t weep for me,” I said, as I kissed her through my shield.

A line of bright pikes beckons through the night
Like the arrows of our God, filled with burning light.
Lo, the horses scream as we cross the lane
To lay low the hosts of men beneath the glistening rains.

I held my young son and mussed his dark hair
On that calm spring morn when I rode from Athenyr.
I promised to fetch him back a pony
With a golden coat and mane, birthed by the amber sea.

Onward, dear brothers, gallantly onward.
A passion for battle sings, howling through our hearts.
Lo, the melody of steel on flesh thins
This frigid air which once smelled of apples in the glen.

My little daughter sobbed so bitterly
That her cheeks were raw when I passed the shaking leaves
Of the orchard we planted in summer.
She chased after me until I pressed my head to hers.

The foeman’s ranks break like evening petals,
Falling and fragile on the brambles of the knoll.
Lo, to behold the fever, the blue eyes,
Blind and fleeting, is to drown in the widows’ forlorn cries.

We sang of autumn, my daughter and I,
And she smiled then, and began to wipe her dark eyes.
As I carried my little girl back home,
How I yearned to stay, to see my two sweet children grown.

As the horizon blushes gold and red,
Mark well those valiant men who for the Realm lie dead,
Who never more shall laugh, hate, or love,
Whose bodies rot by the waters of the gloomy cove.

Let the North remember what lords forget,
The family I left weeping at the stone gate,
Every time I held them against my breast,
Or kissed them light on the brow and bid them softly rest.

By pure crystal lakes, by hearths bright lit,
Let well the North remember what men oft times forget,
That war is wine dark, that our tears are steel.
Let well the North remember her sons who would not kneel.

Hell yes! Rip the South to shreds!!!!!!!! lol

[Evraim]

Hell yes! Rip the South to shreds!!!!!!!! lol

Let well the North remember her sons (and daughters) who would not kneel!

[Der Kaiser Mikey III]

Hell yes! Rip the South to shreds!!!!!!!! lol

Let well the North remember her sons (and daughters) who would not kneel!

Indeed, indeed brother. Kursturm will be honored to fight beside the men of Sathar, brothers of the Northern Realms.

[Evraim]

Indeed, indeed brother. Kursturm will be honored to fight beside the men of Sathar, brothers of the Northern Realms.

Brothers and sisters. At the moment, the women remain behind, but, if necessary, they'll drive the Southron hosts back to Avantine by themselves, regardless of what patriarchal societal conventions have to say about it. Any how, I'm glad to hear that the Sathar will be welcomed into the Northern armies. Of course, I ought to have Kaspar move to combine our forces before the battles begin. And there's still the matter of House Marakesh to resolve. So many posts to write... but it will be done!

[Damak Var]

The song is good. Makes the conflict more of a tragedy as there is no right or wrong side. The north fights for freedom. While the loyalists fight for a strong, united derria and to prevent another age of darkness.

Its not like the north is trying to break away from evil despots either (Except telvion but charlia is the real ruler) as the Wallstryns are generally "good" characters.

One thing to remember is that derrians are one people who have been ruled by the southron court for three hundred years. Avantine's rule is not a foreign concept and pretty much an established norm now. Not to mention the decentralized nature of government which makes it not as prevalent as it would be in a none feudal society. There'll be people on both sides who think the war is just pointless. Especially as conditions worsen.

[The National Dominion of Hungary]

So, I've been thinking of inserting some character into my military. As such, I thought I would write a melancholy marching song for the soldiers. At the moment, I'm not certain if it should exist in-characterly yet. I thought I might have a lowly musician compose the work after a few battles had been fought and Lord Mikhail had begun his rebellion. It juxtaposes scenes of battle with the memories of one of the men saying his farewells to his family prior to joining the regiments. Perhaps the last few verses will be drawn from one of the commanders' speeches, probably Ser Kaspar the Brightlance in this instance.

My intention in penning the lyrics was to focus on the sentiments of the common soldiers, generally low-ranking knights, merchants, or peasants. The narrator beseeches his countrymen to remember the sacrifices made by the most impoverished of people, how they left their families to fight in a war that hurt innocents nearly as much as the guilty. There is also a great deal of patriotic spirit embodied in the lyrics. The people are expressly identified as Sathar (Satharmen) and northerners. Finally, there is a degree of pride in the liberty they seek to procure, in their stubborn refusal not to kneel to the Southron court.

Bleak is the sky and bleaker still the stars
As we Satharmen ride into the red of war.
Lo, the trumpets sound like the Eastern waves
That bore our fathers from their lands to the winter glades.

Pale was the moon and paler still the face
Of my country girl when I told her of my place
Astride my charger on the snowy fields.
“Don’t weep for me,” I said, as I kissed her through my shield.

A line of bright pikes beckons through the night
Like the arrows of our God, filled with burning light.
Lo, the horses scream as we cross the lane
To lay low the hosts of men beneath the glistening rains.

I held my young son and mussed his dark hair
On that calm spring morn when I rode from Athenyr.
I promised to fetch him back a pony
With a golden coat and mane, birthed by the amber sea.

Onward, dear brothers, gallantly onward.
A passion for battle sings, howling through our hearts.
Lo, the melody of steel on flesh thins
This frigid air which once smelled of apples in the glen.

My little daughter sobbed so bitterly
That her cheeks were raw when I passed the shaking leaves
Of the orchard we planted in summer.
She chased after me until I pressed my head to hers.

The foeman’s ranks break like evening petals,
Falling and fragile on the brambles of the knoll.
Lo, to behold the fever, the blue eyes,
Blind and fleeting, is to drown in the widows’ forlorn cries.

We sang of autumn, my daughter and I,
And she smiled then, and began to wipe her dark eyes.
As I carried my little girl back home,
How I yearned to stay, to see my two sweet children grown.

As the horizon blushes gold and red,
Mark well those valiant men who for the Realm lie dead,
Who never more shall laugh, hate, or love,
Whose bodies rot by the waters of the gloomy cove.

Let the North remember what lords forget,
The family I left weeping at the stone gate,
Every time I held them against my breast,
Or kissed them light on the brow and bid them softly rest.

By pure crystal lakes, by hearths bright lit,
Let well the North remember what men oft times forget,
That war is wine dark, that our tears are steel.
Let well the North remember her sons who would not kneel.

Awesome song man! That is what we will sing marching to the final battle!

[Evraim]

The song is good.

Thank you.

Makes the conflict more of a tragedy as there is no right or wrong side. The north fights for freedom. While the loyalists fight for a strong, united Derria and to prevent another Age of Darkness.[/i]

That was my objective to some extent. The Sathar are generally a rather emotional people, inclined to sympathize with their enemies when they experience mutual woes. Their ancestors thrived by fighting in foreign wars, but that doesn't mean they loved the brutality of pitched battles. Even soldiers have to bury fathers, husbands, sons, mothers, wives, and daughters, and the Sathar aren't very likely to forget those feelings. As such, the song makes sense within the cultural context.

On the subject of turmoil, who is to say that the King of the North won't excel in his position? I think two kingdoms might exist as easily as one.

Its not like the north is trying to break away from evil despots either (Except telvion but charlia is the real ruler) as the Wallstryns are generally "good" characters.

Good, evil, gray. They're people. Wouldn't it be interesting if Jestrion and Charlia got captured and King Telvion returned to governing? Or perhaps Charlia could scheme her way into becoming the next Queen in actuality?

One thing to remember is that Derrians are one people who have been ruled by the southron court for three hundred years. Avantine's rule is not a foreign concept and pretty much an established norm now. Not to mention the decentralized nature of government which makes it not as prevalent as it would be in a none feudal society. There'll be people on both sides who think the war is just pointless. Especially as conditions worsen.

I concur. I think the peasants and merchants especially would be apt to find the conflict pointless. All they would see is that knights and sergeants burn their fields, disrupt their trade routes, steal their food, murder and/or rape and/or torture their relatives, and all for little gain. The aristocrats would be more likely to support the war effort on both sides in the long-term. Finally, I imagine the cause of independence might garner interest on account of the hundreds of years when the King of Vorzov ruled. No living person would recall those days, but the songs and stories traced into the distant past might create the fervor necessary to support Mikhail's cause. After all, what lowly peasant or great knight wouldn't want a King living next door? The perception might be that such a ruler would be more keenly understand their interests than one who lived so far to the South.

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I've been contemplating a lot of things, some of which relate to this thread, some of which you'll never hear anything about. Regarding the former, I wanted to proceed with establishing relationships between members of House Rhynarion and characters from other regions. I'll probably send telegrams to a few people to discuss possible friendships or enmities. I think this will help to organize the role-play better. If anybody would like to engage in such discussions with me, please, send me a telegram. I'm eager to accommodate other people's ideas.

On a more creative note, I've been brain-storming what I think are good names for ships. As I have hinted, Sathara mostly land-locked, and thus the Vuzurgan has little use for ships. Nonetheless, if anybody would like to employ any of the names listed below, I have no objections. If not, I might just build a navy in the course of the story. Heaven knows I have enough idle characters. Maybe I'll put Eskandar in charge of commanding it for laughs and giggles. Wouldn't he make a charming Commander of the Fleet? Any who...

• Black Mercy
• Dusk
• Lady's Comb
• Ibis
• Archangel
• Reaper
• Salt Wind
• Moon Song
• Pride of Avantine
• Steel Magnolia
• Storm Wolf
• Hell Cat
• Remora
• Black Narcissus
• Star Breaker
• Blood Sapphire
• Nether Rose (Evening Rose)
• Princess Charlia
• Prince Galvion

[Damak Var]

Good, evil, gray. They're people. Wouldn't it be interesting if Jestrion and Charlia got captured and King Telvion returned to governing? Or perhaps Charlia could scheme her way into becoming the next Queen in actuality?

Hmm, I want to keep at least one of them in play. But I already have one out of the three prominent Wallstryn[region-tag=][/region-tag]s captured (Galvion, Charlia, Jestrion).

I concur. I think the peasants and merchants especially would be apt to find the conflict pointless. All they would see is that knights and sergeants burn their fields, disrupt their trade routes, steal their food, murder and/or rape and/or torture their relatives, and all for little gain. The aristocrats would be more likely to support the war effort on both sides in the long-term. Finally, I imagine the cause of independence might garner interest on account of the hundreds of years when the King of Vorzov ruled. No living person would recall those days, but the songs and stories traced into the distant past might create the fervor necessary to support Mikhail's cause. After all, what lowly peasant or great knight wouldn't want a King living next door? The perception might be that such a ruler would be more keenly understand their interests than one who lived so far to the South.

Entirely possible.

I've been contemplating a lot of things, some of which relate to this thread, some of which you'll never hear anything about. Regarding the former, I wanted to proceed with establishing relationships between members of House Rhynarion and characters from other regions. I'll probably send telegrams to a few people to discuss possible friendships or enmities. I think this will help to organize the role-play better. If anybody would like to engage in such discussions with me, please, send me a telegram. I'm eager to accommodate other people's ideas.

Good idea. If you read my post Charlia couldn't even remember House Rhynarion and had to look them up.

Finally the ship names are pretty cool. I might use some.

[Evraim]

Hmm, I want to keep at least one of them in play. But I already have one out of the three prominent Wallstryns captured (Galvion, Charlia, Jestrion).

Is Akmal planning to release Galvion or Elendil any time soon? I think that his return would probably change the situation quite a bit. There's also the matter of replacing them while they remain in captivity. If both of them are believed dead, it is sensible to have Charlia fill their positions. She's fighting a war against a rebel lord at the moment and an office like Elendil's could prove useful in winning more support, though, at this point, the necessity of of collecting intelligence would probably be a stronger motive. Or do we know where Elendil has gone?

Good idea. If you read my post Charlia couldn't even remember House Rhynarion and had to look them up.

I expect that will be the reaction for most of the characters outside of Vurzov and Kursturm. I think some of them might recognize Kaspar on account of his participation in jousting tournaments with generally favorable results. There's also the fact that the Sathar sell horses, though vassals hold more power than House Rhynarion in many cases. I would say the tendency would be to have limited knowledge of the Sathar and significantly less pertaining to the political leaders, at least outside of Vurzov.

Finally the ship names are pretty cool. I might use some.

Feel free to claim them on a first-come, first-serve basis.

[Merodin]

Is Akmal planning to release Galvion or Elendil any time soon? I think that his return would probably change the situation quite a bit. There's also the matter of replacing them while they remain in captivity. If both of them are believed dead, it is sensible to have Charlia fill their positions. She's fighting a war against a rebel lord at the moment and an office like Elendil's could prove useful in winning more support, though, at this point, the necessity of of collecting intelligence would probably be a stronger motive. Or do we know where Elendil has gone?

I don't believe so. From my understanding, Damak wants a full-blown civil war to happen before he reintroduces Galvion to the story. Either a war for independence or a succesion crisis (I swear though if Jestrion dies, Artanis will run into the woods stark naked raving that he's a butterfly from Fantasia)

No one knows where Elendil has gone except for Artanis, her lover/brother, and Sera her lieutenant that she left to disguise as herself and take over the position of Spymistress.