After the Legends, A New Tale of the Round Table (OOC) OPEN

[SaintB]

So I just got home from work, I spent about 14 hours there today, I will write my IC post tomorrow or Monday. Sorry for the delay.

[SaintB]

My post is up, perhaps Niall and Yrsa could meet up in Glastonbri?

[SaintB]

Picts/Caledonians have been added to the Lore Thread.

What do people think of the lore thread? What things do you think should be included?

[SaintB]

Information on Briton society has been updated and I feel like I'm talking to myself in the ooc and discord.

[Kyraina]

Yeah I know the feeling

[Anowa]

Started writing my post

Should be done tonight or tomorrow

[Tayner]

tag

[SaintB]

There is officially a commotion at the Roman Road on the south end of Beckery Chapel

[SaintB]

More information added to lore; Bretons are in as well as information about Saxon religion and society.

[SaintB]

Anarcho, it looks like Kaledoria was aimed toward you. I'm waiting on James or someone.

[SaintB]

I'll have a response from Judoc and from the mercenary captain coming up soon. I am a radio news reporter and still dealing with an equipment related crisis at work and this Coronavirus thing has me very busy as well at work, I have a lot of information to deceminate and that is why I haven't made any updates to Lore page last week; I was putting in extra hours to cover the news and provide reliable and truthful information to the station's listeners.

We need to pick the pace up, I'd like to see at least one post a week in the IC from everyone, and some more activity in the OOC if you can't post or don't have any idea of what to post. All I'm requiring is a paragraph, shorter posts are acceptable if your stuck in dialogue and don't have much to write in the way of actions.

[Kyraina]

I have to agree with Saint here

[Kaledoria]

I'll have a response from Judoc and from the mercenary captain coming up soon. I am a radio news reporter and still dealing with an equipment related crisis at work and this Coronavirus thing has me very busy as well at work, I have a lot of information to deceminate and that is why I haven't made any updates to Lore page last week; I was putting in extra hours to cover the news and provide reliable and truthful information to the station's listeners.

We need to pick the pace up, I'd like to see at least one post a week in the IC from everyone, and some more activity in the OOC if you can't post or don't have any idea of what to post. All I'm requiring is a paragraph, shorter posts are acceptable if your stuck in dialogue and don't have much to write in the way of actions.

I honestly don't have a vision where I want to go with the story. We have the vague idea to go to the chapel but then there are guards who send us away and there really is no good reason why we shouldn't follow the order. Overall, nothing interesting has happened and so I cannot react to anything and I feel like if I start to act as my character would, I'd never get involved in the story the other characters might find and my story would be somewhat boring, too (but more importantly it defeats the purpose of writing together, if I write a story of my own that does not involve any of you at any point).

[SaintB]

I'll have a response from Judoc and from the mercenary captain coming up soon. I am a radio news reporter and still dealing with an equipment related crisis at work and this Coronavirus thing has me very busy as well at work, I have a lot of information to deceminate and that is why I haven't made any updates to Lore page last week; I was putting in extra hours to cover the news and provide reliable and truthful information to the station's listeners.

We need to pick the pace up, I'd like to see at least one post a week in the IC from everyone, and some more activity in the OOC if you can't post or don't have any idea of what to post. All I'm requiring is a paragraph, shorter posts are acceptable if your stuck in dialogue and don't have much to write in the way of actions.

I honestly don't have a vision where I want to go with the story. We have the vague idea to go to the chapel but then there are guards who send us away and there really is no good reason why we shouldn't follow the order. Overall, nothing interesting has happened and so I cannot react to anything and I feel like if I start to act as my character would, I'd never get involved in the story the other characters might find and my story would be somewhat boring, too (but more importantly it defeats the purpose of writing together, if I write a story of my own that does not involve any of you at any point).

The idea was people would head into the village of Glastonbri where they would meet each other, like you have tried to do with Anarcho's character. I realize now I never made that clear; it was likely something I meant to post but had not. Things went from calm to very hectic in my life shortly after opening the IC. Right now its a bit chaotic I know but I'm going to try and restore order. The Mercenary captain Eachann will make an appearance soon, and some foes will make their move. In a few posts after that the point of why we are drawn to the area around Beckery Chapel.

[SaintB]

I cannot finish a post today. At about 3:30 my time I fainted while washing dishes. 6 hours and a battery of tests later ER doctors could find no reason why I passed out and suggested that "Maybe you're exhausted'. Sorry to be a let down as an OP.

[Kaledoria]

I cannot finish a post today. At about 3:30 my time I fainted while washing dishes. 6 hours and a battery of tests later ER doctors could find no reason why I passed out and suggested that "Maybe you're exhausted'. Sorry to be a let down as an OP.

Well, take care of your health. Everybody is kind of stressed right now, it feels but if you faint you really need to slow down.

[SaintB]

I cannot finish a post today. At about 3:30 my time I fainted while washing dishes. 6 hours and a battery of tests later ER doctors could find no reason why I passed out and suggested that "Maybe you're exhausted'. Sorry to be a let down as an OP.

Well, take care of your health. Everybody is kind of stressed right now, it feels but if you faint you really need to slow down.

Having issues with my thyroid, I didn't know that thyroid problems could cause me to pass out. Eachann has popped out to see what is what, I'm a little stuck on the Saxons but they'll be popping up soon.

So as for some direction! Some of you can meet the abbot of Beckery but nobody can stay at the chapel, the headman in Glastonbri will let folks stay in the roundhouse if they can work or pay some coin and this can give people a chance to meet and do some RP. Sometime in the evening Judoc and Maddux will be sent to round up a couple of loose mercs and everyone will be drawn to Glastonbri Tor where some exhibition will take place and then there will be a raider attack. Then there will be an action sequence where we have to get to Beckery, grab the McGuffin (which is the sword of peace) and high tail it out of the region ahead of a warband.

[Kyraina]

Im working on a post but wont known when ill get it up due tp rl

[SaintB]

Thanks Anowa for posting. Sorry for my absence, I haven't meant to be an absentee op but I haven't had an internet connection in 4 days and I'm too busy to do anything while at work. I'm going to send out telegrams as reminders for people to post and try to drum up some activity. If there isn't an increase in the level of activity by April I'm just going to close this and maybe bring it up at a later time.

[SaintB]

Unreliable access to an internet connection continues to plague me. I sent everyone a telegram on Sunday, please pick up activity in the IC.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

I'll be able to post tomorrow or on Saturday, in response to the TG you sent on sunday!

[SaintB]

I'll be able to post tomorrow or on Saturday, in response to the TG you sent on sunday!

Thank you. This is my first RP in two years and I poured a lot of work into it, and will pour more into it if I think it can continue, but right now its looking dead and I'm a little depressed over it. I'm at work right now so cannot post IC but I do have posts partially written.

[United Formosa]

(If having two characters is banned somewhere in the rules I appologise. I did not see anything against it and thought this might be a fun idea.)

NS Name: United Formosa
Character Name: Osweald ''Priest Hater'' Jorviksson, (alternatively Osweald One-Arm)
Culture: Anglosized Geat
Gender: Male
Connection to the Knights of the round table

It is common knowledge that Sir Gingalain married Queen Esmerée the Fair, and an educated few know of his connection to the Pucelle aux Blanches Mains, but it is a well guarded secret that gallant Sir Gingalain produced a son during his final congress with the fae. Even after all she had done to aid him in winning the tournament and personal glory for himself Sir Gingalain chose a mortal over her. After the child was born it served as a constant reminder of her lost love and she could never bring herself to feel love towards it. Still, she had no wish to murder the babe, so instead she travelled far from Christian lands, into the realms where the spirit world was still respected to find a new home for her son. The local spirits told her of a simple, pious man who lived in the forest carving stones whose wife was unable to conceive. She approached him in his dreams and promised him good fortune and secret knowledge if he would raise the child as his own, but he was forced to promise to keep the boy away from the kingdom of Arthur. If he ever set foot in the land of his birth, she would curse the family. He was to never know who his real father was or where he came from. Jorvik agreed and did his best to protect his son from gaining an interest in the outside world. He was eventually blessed with a daughter, but the cruel hand of fate pulled the boy to his homeland and brought to pass the dreaded curse Pucelle aux Blanches Mains warned of.

Biography:

Osweald and his sister Astrid grew up in the cold ,rocky forests of Tiveden.
His father was a rough simple man of no great ambition. Outside of his work as a runestone carver he seemed to lack passion entirely, except on rare nights when the wind blew just right and the mead flowed too freely, Jorvik would spin grand tales for his children; sagas of noble warriors, fair maidens, and vexing and treacherous spirits. Jorvik knew these stories well from carving some of them hundreds of times, others from wandering skalds, or grateful patrons with whom he would often dine, but his son obsessed over them. Osweald would beg at any chance he had to break his fathers otherwise stoic, task focused demeanour and his whole face would turn red with excitement if his father succumbed. Often his father would use such tales to lure the boy into helping him carve stones, and learn the art. Whenever traders from the coast would pass through the area he would pester them mercilessly for news about far off lands and stories of the sea-raiders.

As Osweald grew older he would sneak away from home to spend time with the sailors and warriors returning from over seas. Like them he marked himself with pagan tattoos and symbols of Odin’s realm, the largest of which were runic spells for power and wealth that ran down the length of his sword arm. Against his father’s wishes when he became old enough to join the raids himself he enthusiastically volunteered, but found reality to be much harsher and less glamorous than the sagas. He threw up the first time he saw someone torn asunder, and was cruelly mocked. Though his stomach would steel over time his appetite for senseless violence was quickly quenched. He returned home with more silver than he could carry , but his time away would prove to be hubris. A neighbouring chieftain had conquered the forests and sold the inhabitants into slavery. With the pluder stolen from Christian lands he was able to secure his sister’s freedom, but the chieftain betrayed him and wanted double for his father.

Osweald used the remainder of his money to reequip himself and set out for one last adventure to reunite his family, but the Gods are cruel and the cross stands tall. After some minor success the raiding party Osweald was a part of was ambushed by catholic mercenaries and destroyed. Osweald and his sister were taken captive. He was brought to the bishop of Lindisfarne for trial, but when it was discovered that he could read and write the pagan runes his live was spared in exchange for his lifelond devotion to the church. As a mark of his new commitment to Christ his sword arm, bearing the mark of Odin and the runic spells, was amputated; neutralizing his combat abilities, as well as being a powerful reminder of his new masters. Eventually Astrid was able to bribe Osweald to freedom, but poverty stricken and crippled, they were forced to roam their new island home looking for the wealth to save their father. Oswealds hatred for the church never lessened and his frequent outbreaks of violence against the clergy have given him his rightly deserved moniker.

RP Example: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=343563#p24824977
Possessions: woad, red ink, carving tools, linen armor with chain shirt, Geatish short sword

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[Kyraina]

(If having two characters is banned somewhere in the rules I appologise. I did not see anything against it and thought this might be a fun idea.)

NS Name: United Formosa
Character Name: Osweald ''Priest Hater'' Jorviksson, (alternatively Osweald One-Arm)
Culture: Anglosized Geat
Gender: Male
Biography:

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Osweald and his sister Astrid grew up in the cold ,rocky forests of Tiveden.
His father was a rough simple man of no great ambition. Outside of his work as a runestone carver he seemed to lack passion entirely, except on rare nights when the wind blew just right and the mead flowed too freely, Jorvik would spin grand tales for his children; sagas of noble warriors, fair maidens, and vexing and treacherous spirits. Jorvik knew these stories well from carving some of them hundreds of times, others from wandering skalds, or grateful patrons with whom he would often dine, but his son obsessed over them. Osweald would beg at any chance he had to break his fathers otherwise stoic, task focused demeanour and his whole face would turn red with excitement if his father succumbed. Often his father would use such tales to lure the boy into helping him carve stones, and learn the art. Whenever traders from the coast would pass through the area he would pester them mercilessly for news about far off lands and stories of the sea-raiders.

As Osweald grew older he would sneak away from home to spend time with the sailors and warriors returning from over seas. Like them he marked himself with pagan tattoos and symbols of Odin’s realm, the largest of which were runic spells for power and wealth that ran down the length of his sword arm. Against his father’s wishes when he became old enough to join the raids himself he enthusiastically volunteered, but found reality to be much harsher and less glamorous than the sagas. He threw up the first time he saw someone torn asunder, and was cruelly mocked. Though his stomach would steel over time his appetite for senseless violence was quickly quenched. He returned home with more silver than he could carry , but his time away would prove to be hubris. A neighbouring chieftain had conquered the forests and sold the inhabitants into slavery. With the pluder stolen from Christian lands he was able to secure his sister’s freedom, but the chieftain betrayed him and wanted double for his father.

Osweald used the remainder of his money to reequip himself and set out for one last adventure to reunite his family, but the Gods are cruel and the cross stands tall. After some minor success the raiding party Osweald was a part of was ambushed by catholic mercenaries and destroyed. Osweald and his sister were taken captive. He was brought to the bishop of Lindisfarne for trial, but when it was discovered that he could read and write the pagan runes his live was spared in exchange for his lifelond devotion to the church. As a mark of his new commitment to Christ his sword arm, bearing the mark of Odin and the runic spells, was amputated; neutralizing his combat abilities, as well as being a powerful reminder of his new masters. Eventually Astrid was able to bribe Osweald to freedom, but poverty stricken and crippled, they were forced to roam their new island home looking for the wealth to save their father. Oswealds hatred for the church never lessened and his frequent outbreaks of violence against the clergy have given him his rightly deserved moniker.

RP Example: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=343563#p24824977
Possessions: woad, red ink, carving tools, linen armor with chain shirt, Geatish short sword

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The only thing i see missing is any family connection to a knigjt of the round table, weather it be a established knight or one that we basically made up for world building purposes

[United Formosa]

I have added a spoiler with my connection to Sir Gingalain and Pucelle aux Blanches Mains.