A Game of Crowns [IC|Closed]

by **Indo-pasif archipelago** » Fri Jun 24, 2016 8:38 am

Income: 3 Gold, 4 Food, 1 Stone, and 2 Lumbers
Expenses: 2 Lumbers used to built Iron Mine in Crimsonmoors; 1 Food for Militia
Action: Militia sent to Mesembtia to aid Queen Angelica

Too lazy to write a proper IC post, going to do so later.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Fri Jun 24, 2016 5:12 pm

Tower of Guard, Inner Keep
Dor, The Kingdom of Norden

Twelfth of Springsbreath, Tenth Year of the Age of the Comet

The Seneschal of the Keep looked over the men assembled, eyeing them up in the same manner a man might measure a horse he thought to buy but was not entirely convinced of her worth. It was an old trick that Sir Edmund utilized, that of the drill sergeant appraising raw recruits, though in truth he had picked almost every soldier and guardsman here from the ranks of the Watch and Outriders himself. It would do them good not to know that though, keep them humble, hungry. None here were under twenty winters, hardened warriors and rugged veterans of many a patrol and conflict. They knew Dor and her streets, the warrens of the Undercity and the heights of Snowpeak as well as their own hands. And that was why they were here.

Murder most foul, not common, but mutilation and the quartering of the corpse. It had all the hallmarks of a ritual slaughtering, perhaps a sacrifice. Sacrifices to the old gods were known, of course, recorded in the histories. But only the most desperate men of Dor would honor the ancestor-gods in such a manner in these civilized times, by carving blood-rites upon their fellow men. Long ago kings and warlords had done likewise, killing willing participants or captives of foes for the favor of wild Skar, but such rituals were frowned upon the priesthood of the Wolven these days. Blood sacrifice, maybe, but not murder.

And so these men had been called together, what the King had commanded, for the Seneschal to form a new band of thief-takers and investigators to see what man would commit such a killing. Thus Edmund instructed them, the Night Watch, and they fanned out in to the city. To the taverns and byways they passed, in to brothels and counting houses, through the marketplaces and fountain gardens of the rich. They would learn of this slaughter, and determine why and how such ancient customs had returned to Norden.

Hall of the Sun, Citadel of Storms
Dor, The Kingdom of Norden

Third of First Seed, Tenth Year of the Age of the Comet

Upon the stark cool stone throne of the Crown of the North sat the King, Jarnassus, now entering his fifty first winter. His beard was full and hale, flecked only in places with white, though the silver that had marked his temples had now spread to much of his brow. It veritably embraced the white band of starmetal that sat atop the deep black of the King's head, drops of brilliant blue sapphires like crystallized starlight and moonlight set in the wrought metal as cool as the snow above Mindullowen in the depths of winter. A simple deep gray longcoat with hints of blue at the collars and obsidian toggles graced his figure, closed just below the neck and complemented by slightly blue trousers tucked in to long supple midnight black boots of the leather of the northern sable deer that roamed the Mountains of Winter in the high reaches of the alpine forests. He did not smile as the emissaries approached, but regarded them with equanimity, measuring the foreigners.

A herald announced the newcomers, standing forth from near the entrance to the Hall of the Sun, where the King held court for formal affairs. He was tall, the herald, a strapping example of Norden manhood, and his voice rang out like the shout of a trumpet above the hushed murmuring of the nobles and courtiers in attendance.

"Lord Sepespian of the noble city of Vlorense. Lord Atrivar of the House of the Prince of Vlorense. Their counterparts. All come to the court of Norden."

Murmurs fell to whispers as the diplomats approached the throne. Jarnassus waited for them to bow slightly, if such was their custom, then addressed the diplomats.

"Gentlemen, we welcome you to the court of our Kingdom, and to Dor. To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

Hall of Roses, The Citadel of Storms
Dor, The Kingdom of Norden

Tenth of Leaffall, Tenth Year of the Age of the Comet

The man Lann, warrior of the Lions Rampart, arrived at the less formal court of the Citadel of Storms, high above the slopes of Dor herself and set to stare out both east and west over the plains of Norden and to towards the setting sun in watch against the wilds beyond. Upon the fine autumn day that graced the northern climes the King took council with his advisors upon the high terrace known as the Skyseat, where one could look down upon all the city nearly two hundred feet below. This high only the carefully tended vegetation and sculpted trees of the Royal Gardeners flourished, and knots of nobles sat here and there upon artfully arranged white stone benches scattered between clever displays of mosaic artistry contributed by the masons and sculptors of the generations. Lann was announced by a herald whose hair was as fiery as the coals of a smith's furnace, and some few nobles looked up upon hearing that a Brother of the Order of the Lion walked this day upon the Skyseat.

by **Ironsbad** » Sat Jun 25, 2016 12:49 am

Olthenia wrote:
The Young Suitor

Chumnik did not need tarry long outside the Lakelord’s hall. In due course the youth was ushered past its threshold. The yard beyond was a mess of sights and scents as befit the heart of House Sulter’s domains. Tar and wheat, sweat and offal, stables and fisheries – and beyond it all, the Lakelord’s high hall, braziers lit and banners flapping.

Therein, the first to greet Chumnik was a clubfooted seneschal whose smile belied the bizzare tangerine cravat at his throat. None the less, the seneschal bade him follow – and in quick succession led the former stablehand to Lord Sulter’s solar. And Lord Sulter was, indeed, a sight to behold. The air of his solar was thick with scents of burnt spices. Thyme and ambergris, elfbane and myrtle.
Sufferers of Volund’s curse, which scholar’s called leprosy, developed weeping rashes and trembling sores - scabs and boils, crusts and scars. Wymund of House Sulter, the uncle of Chumnik’s wife-to-be, was no exception. That was likely why he was so bandaged. The lord was seated upon a low, tar-black rower’s bench bedecked with tassled cushions. This was a sick man’s room and a sick man’s seat. And yet...

“Sit-” bade the bandaged wretch, “and tell me ...” Lively brown eyes watched him steadily from betwixt his bandaged folds. “Are you truly the youth so favored by Lord Au’Lorean?”

The young man saw the bandaged lord and felt bad for him but he had to answer the question of the man," well ma'lord. Me Pa... the Lord Au'Lorean, he looks at a person's character and determines they um, uh..." Trying to think of the right word," humbleness and ambitioness, or something like that." He gives a big sigh," listen ma'lord, I aint the best for ya niece. Doesa, ma adopted sister, is an explorer of the Crown, owns a province, and is even marching an army to conquer the Principality of Slanshire. The only reason why she ain't trying to get arranged a marriage is because Pa can't allow her to leave after all she accomplished.

I aint a noble, neither was ma sister or ma Pa till he found Ignston. I don't even think that your niece would love me truly for who could love a former tree cutter as a noble? Pa says because I'm like him. I have a strong head on ma shoulders and when I save the people when the tavern got caught on fire that one time. I ain't seen a lord like Pa, but he would probably be the last lord that would be as humble as he in the border. I don't know if I would be like him, but I would try to do what is best for the House and I promise that I will make sure your niece will be having the best that the family can muster for funds, nice things for rich people, and other things.

Like I said before, don't know if she'll love me and I don't if I love her back, but love is as strange as the gods ma'lord. Who knows what may happen."

by **Harkback Union** » Sun Jun 26, 2016 8:31 pm

Hall of the Sun, Citadel of Storms
Dor, The Kingdom of Norden

Third of First Seed, Tenth Year of the Age of the Comet

"Your majesty! Thank you for having us! What an honor meet you! "

Sir Sepespian bowed deeply as he spoke his first words. His accomplice barely flinched.

"Allow me to introduce ourselves! I am Alfonso Sepespian, envoy of the merchant republic of Vlorense. My close friend here is Patrician Atrivar. He and his guards have accompanied me on the journey."

"Good day to you, King Jarnassus of Norden!" - The patrician interrupted. - "We brought you many gifts!"

"Oh, yes. Fine silk cloth and glassware, manufactured in our great city of Vlorense! We hope they will be to your liking!" - Sir Sepespian signaled his servants to bring forth the gifts. Meanwhile, the patrician took the stage.

"But let us talk about why we came here. Your highness, As you may know, travelling merchants have recently entered your realm to peacefully conduct business with your subjects. Some of these merchants were citizens of Vlorense." - Lord Atrivar took a short pause to brush off bits of dust from his elegant garments. - "We have recently got word that regretfully, they were robbed and slaughtered at the borders of your kingdom by the vile troops of your vassal, Mother Angelica."

"Perhaps... we do not know for sure. We haven't been able to obtain reliable evidence!" - The envoy added, his voice trembled with fear. He tried to signal his friend to stay silent. - "Ssss!... Perhaps its merely a false rumor spread by her enemies. In any case, we would like to ask you what you know on the matter, Noble King."

by **Harkback Union** » Sun Jun 26, 2016 8:56 pm

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The dim town streets
Dor, The Kingdom of Norden

By the time the night watch was assembled, the trail of the murderers have all but vanished it the sea of rumors tales that the local folk invented for their own amusement. One could find a witness to the crime on every street corner, each with a different story. One man even claimed it was the king himself who turned into a white bear and tore apart the victim. He was promptly arrested and taken to Sir Edmund.

by **Olthenia** » Tue Jun 28, 2016 6:02 am

Oarheim, Lakelord's Hall
Falkvord, Kingdom of Norden

The Young Suitor

Lord Sulter listened in silence as young Chumnik spoke. In the end, he clasped his two heavily bandaged hands in front of him and made a thoughtful noise. "You seem earnest, young Au'Lorean," he rasped. "But I can not grant you leave to marry Lady Edyth. Yet."

In the brazier by the far wall, a log popped and hissed; chasing a shower of sparks up towards the hall's smokehole.

"I wondered, 'ere you came here, what manner of man you were. You adoptive father, Lord Au'Lorean, apparently saw something in you. Something other men did not." The Lakelord favored Chumnik with a thin, blistered smile. "What I see, behind all your words, is that you are a boy. No boy can be a fit husband to my brother's daughter. For that, you must be a man. So go out into the world and make something of yourself. Seek favor at the capital, take arms and slay a Skraeling or spend a summer trading in a distant realm. Do this, within five summers, and return hither. Then we shall see if you have worth enough to wed my niece."

And there it was. The Leper Lord had spoken.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Tue Jun 28, 2016 6:57 pm

Hall of the Sun, Citadel of Storms
Dor, The Kingdom of Norden

Third of First Seed, Tenth Year of the Age of the Comet

The King's demeanor was dark, and upon his brow a storm gathered even as the men of Vlorense concluded their remarks. His voice was a growl in his throat, but not one directed at Sepespian or his consorts.

"Indeed, we had heard such rumors, of the deaths of men of coin and honest traders. The Lady Susej has much to answer for. What you have heard is true- she was once accorded one of our more pious vassals, a lady of Norden who found favor with the Six. Recently though the charade has been unmasked; she has taken up the overlordship of the kingdom to our east, the land of Vaelgra, and discarded her oaths of blood and fealty as if they were no more than words written on the wind."

The dark-haired lord shook his head, white ice crown glinting beneath the crystal chandeliers. "Your gifts are appreciated, lords, and men of Vlorense are to be commended for their civility when wrongs have been committed against them. It seems Angelica has blood on her hands, a travesty we bemoan."

To Lord Wymund Sulter,
We are pleased to hear that your mind is of one accord with our own on this matter- young love ought to be encouraged where it bonds with the ties of family desire especially, in our view. It would be our pleasure to host the bride feast within our halls of the White Palace, or to convene for the festivities and ceremony at a point the groom's father feels is more auspicious.
Jarnassus Dorbeorn, King of Norden

To the Sri of Kotte and the Lord of the Golden Acres,
Given your amicable disposition on this matter, we are pleased a point of contention can be so easily set aside. The Crown requires merely three chests of gold for each of your lordships to take possession of the respective provinces, to cover half of the costs of the expedition that mapped out such fertile vales for the Kingdom.
Jarnassus Dorbeorn

by **Albertae** » Tue Jun 28, 2016 7:10 pm

WIP

G-Tech Corporation wrote:
Hall of the Sun, Citadel of Storms
Dor, The Kingdom of Norden

Third of First Seed, Tenth Year of the Age of the Comet

The King's demeanor was dark, and upon his brow a storm gathered even as the men of Vlorense concluded their remarks. His voice was a growl in his throat, but not one directed at Sepespian or his consorts.

"Indeed, we had heard such rumors, of the deaths of men of coin and honest traders. The Lady Susej has much to answer for. What you have heard is true- she was once accorded one of our more pious vassals, a lady of Norden who found favor with the Six. Recently though the charade has been unmasked; she has taken up the overlordship of the kingdom to our east, the land of Vaelgra, and discarded her oaths of blood and fealty as if they were no more than words written on the wind."

The dark-haired lord shook his head, white ice crown glinting beneath the crystal chandeliers. "Your gifts are appreciated, lords, and men of Vlorense are to be commended for their civility when wrongs have been committed against them. It seems Angelica has blood on her hands, a travesty we bemoan."

To Lord Wymund Sulter,
We are pleased to hear that your mind is of one accord with our own on this matter- young love ought to be encouraged where it bonds with the ties of family desire especially, in our view. It would be our pleasure to host the bride feast within our halls of the White Palace, or to convene for the festivities and ceremony at a point the groom's father feels is more auspicious.
Jarnassus Dorbeorn, King of Norden

To the Sri of Kotte and the Lord of the Golden Acres,
Given your amicable disposition on this matter, we are pleased a point of contention can be so easily set aside. The Crown requires merely three chests of gold for each of your lordships to take possession of the respective provinces, to cover half of the costs of the expedition that mapped out such fertile vales for the Kingdom.
Jarnassus Dorbeorn

Tenth Year of the Age of the Comet

He sent the thousand gold to the King saying,"We accept this deal as it is more than fair and gracious of the crown." He immediately had a militia raised to go build the Pioneer Town of Acre.

Third of Wintersheathe's

Later that year, Axel was born. He was born in the winter and made it out alive. It was a good sign. The baby was strong, that's what it meant and it would need to be strong. Dorneget had plans for Axel, this baby would go own to continue House Cantabry.

Eleventh Year of the Age of the Comet

On the eleventh year, two hundred tals of wood arrived from Simon. It was a big surprise to Dorneget. He wasn't expecting that much, but he took it regardless. Taxes had come in successfully like any other year and baby Axel was two years old now.

Things were looking good for him, but it was just another year. Next year he'd have to pay taxes which would be rough if he received no wood from Lord Simon. He sent a letter to Lord Simon of House Au'Loran.

From Lord Dorneget of House Cantabry,
To Lord Simon of House Au'Loran,

Lord Simon. On the next year I require two hundred tals of wood to build Acre into a Farm Town with a Ranch. Hopefully you can pull through for me next year. Also, this years profit has been sent to you.

Best Regards, Lord Dorneget

Twelfth Year of the Age of the Comet

Acre was now a Peasant Village bustling with people. Axel had turned three which was a big step for him. He already started talking and could walk and run.

TBD=TO BE DETERMINED

Start Total: 5 Gold, 1 Lumber
Income: 2 Gold from Decre, 1 Gold and Food from Acre, 2 Lumber from Lord Simon(TBD), 2 Gold from Lumber
Acre is now a Peasant Village
Expenditures: 2 Gold for Taxes.(Decre and Acre), 5 Gold and 2 Lumber used to renovate Acre into a Farm Town, 1 Lumber sold, 2 Gold for Lumber sent to Lord Simon
End Total: 2 Gold, 1 Food

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