A Lost Age [PT/FanT World] (Open)

[The knights of kings]

Ok here is my reboot now I don't want people to leap to conclusions. It will be easier to explain after I give an example as I usually do. It is basically the same concept of my nation before just with people from a different era.

Name of Realm: Prinnia
Description of Realm (Paragraph): The kingdom of Prinnia is one set in its ways, their fierce militaristic lifestyle makes it all the more dangerous. With a dominating belief in a superior race the Prinnians may be difficult to deal with, yet this belief is falling to the wayside as younger more compassionate men replace those who would be more conservative. The men of Prinnia are different, they live amongst the relics of their ancestors having lost the ability to decipher their technology. With the old breed of leaders struggling to keep tradition and the younger generation demanding more freedom the Kingdom is caught in both an age of power but also of revolution.
Demonym: Prinnians
Race: Humans
Languages: Hyadin
Religion: Mystics
Head of State: Fuhrer Kital
Seat of Power: Brandenital
Population: 23 million
RL Fluency in English:
Example of previous RP (For use by mods to determine category):

How an rp post would look:

The rumble of distant shells sounded like thunder as it shook the inside of the concrete tunnel knocking loose dust which spread sufficatingly throughout, the overhead lamps flickering on and off whilst swaying back and forth. This world they had built was falling apart, everything was falling apart, the spirit with his lies, the sky was raining fire, and it was the end. At least any rational man was able to see, yet they weren't rational men, geniuses turned into mad scientists and doing the devils bidding. It was him that caused all this, he who led them astray and to the path of destruction. Now they gambled everything on his last lie, his last secret. A man wearing a pair of wiry spectacles held his clipboard tightly as the bell shaped device began to whirl and groan. It glowed and rattled its chains which held it against its will as it twisted in the air and whined even louder than before. The man stood in astonishment, it worked! It spun generating a rift around it until finally it snapped and a door way was opened, a door way to escape, and an escape from the retributions to come. The doorway looked into another realm, dimension, plain of existence what did it matter it was a way out, the light at the end of a quickly narrowing tunnel. With an eager smile the man ran down the halls screaming his rejoice, his escape.

Aus dem stillen Raume,
Aus der Erde Grund,
Hebt mich wie im Traume
Dein verliebter Mund.
Wenn sich die späten Nebel dreh'n,
Werd' ich bei der Laterne steh'n
Wie einst, Lili Marleen!...

The record skipped slightly as the rusted needle bounced off the warped disc, several hundred years would do that to an object made by the ancestors. Things such as these where greatly prized and one that actually worked was priceless. Even though its brass horn was dull and its box chipped and worn, the unfathomable gears inside though worked loyally for its new masters who lay sprawled on the sandy beach. Several young women bare white feet in the water soaked up the summer sun with joy having removed the heavy plate armor that they had been encompassed in just moments before. Their sabers lay in their hilts by the dunes under the careful watch of Darius their loyal companion and dog. He was a breed whose name was Schaferhund or something similar, it was hard to remember as it used the old language and wasn't understandable with the current use of Hayden which was a mixture of elvish tongue. One of the girls brushed her blonde hair back over her pale shoulders, her lips pursed in a smile. It had been awhile since the girls of the Valkyrie legion had a chance to relax and throw their ornate stahlhelms in the sand. Some of the girls giggled as a baby wyvern crawled between the sand castle walls they had built together.

"Where did you get that beautiful music box?" One girl asked picking up the wyvern and rubbing its scales gently.

"It was a gift from my grandparents, old as the country itself they said. No craftsmen can figure it out made by the ancestors so its design has been lost to the ages I suppose. I only have this one record but I hope someday to find another." The girl spoke elegantly whilst brushing her feet off to put back on the silver plate armor boots. With that she stood and scooped the stalhelm and situated it on her head avoiding the long hair which cascaded down her back. She also replaced her sword on her hip and looked at the other girls who gazed glumly back at her knowing her thoughts. She smirked. "Alright we best be getting back the coronation is about to begin at this point."

With grunts of approval they all got dressed and headed back into the city. It was as if the huge city was engulfed in a festival, as maidens handed out flowers to passing men perhaps a kiss or two. Cheers and cries of joy where heard as the masses flooded the streets in front of the imperial palace. The guards standing in old field gray clothing which had been stitched and mended numerous times, the originals probably as old as the music box which was tucked away under one of the girl’s arms. The guards spears once supposedly shot arrows but that was many centuries ago and no one could figure out how to repair them, thus they simply were used as short spears their blades still as sharp as any other. Yet the guards stood nervously pointing the spears to keep the crowd at bay, yet there was no need the crowd had already had formed a pathway as the gates opened with a creaky swing. The war horses trotted out in columns armored riders gracefully holding the reigns and banners. The banners where a deep crimson a white circle situated in the middle ominously holding a black hooked cross. It once in another world flew above a rampaging army which had collapsed, representing hatred, death, and arrogance. It had lost its meaning here for the younger generations had no notion of what it originally meant only it was the flag they had grown up with. They cheered as the riders made way for a carriage with a large faded oil painting; a man with a small mustache gracing his upper lip stood sternly looking back. It was the first fuhrer, the founder of this nation several hundred years ago. The crowds went wild as was custom though with less vigor than those who had originally settled this land. They shot up their arms in a salute and chanted the phrase passed from generation to generation. It too was in the old language and held a mystical prescience over the people.

"Sieg heil! Sieg Heil!" The girls chanted as it tickled their lips. Than the chariot carrying the newly coroneted fuhrer passed and they chanted again, the generations repeating in a cycle.

SO basically you guys obviously get who these people are. I want to disclaim that I am not in any shape or form a Nazi. This idea came to during a history lesson, where the controversy whether Hitler escaped or not was presented. Now what if Hitler had a secret project which allowed him to escape the real world and into the fantasy realm. There he set up a kingdom based on the Nazi ideal and generations go by undisturbed. Thus the fuhrer becomes the king and the technology of the old world lost like the Prometheians. The new generations challenge Nazi ideals which are seen as the old ways but the conservatives are not so eager to change. I thought it was an interesting concept to bring such a culture built around fear and war into a fantasy setting. What do you guys think?

Provinces Claiming: same as Prometheus

[Ballycolumbia]

Have all the RP threads ended?

[Honorisia]

Have all the RP threads ended?

viewtopic.php?f=5&t=228545
You can join this if you'd like

[Acheron Systems Union]

Posting to notify that my app has been updated.

[Great Houses of Xie]

Hrm, does Naradia have anything to trade? How terribly interested in silk and ceramics (china) would they be? Also spices.

[Numer]

None of them are over, as far as I know. Resgaal's Sorrows is now technically in the past, but we could do a fluid time thing if you want to join.

Also for any players that are interested in being in the history, TG me your history in relation to the one already up, I'll include it so your nation has some history in the world. If not you could just a assume you're a newly-united civilization.

Also Shie, Numer would definitely be interested in a trade agreement, if you read my factbook you can see some of what it has to offer.

[OMGeverynameistaken]

Hrm, does Naradia have anything to trade? How terribly interested in silk and ceramics (china) would they be? Also spices.

If you're interested in selling ceramics and spice, the Dwarves would be quite interested. Silk less so. They don't like to wear anything that isn't chainmail or leather.

[Great Houses of Xie]

Leather and chainmail don't feel as good against the skin as silk does. Mebbe it's more a luxury item for the dwarves? But, yeah, I suppose I'll have to draft a thing for all these peeps that may be interested in trade. And get to work faster on my map/history/stuff so I have something to reference.

[Ballycolumbia]

@Numer- I'm planning a local history for the area atm, since most of the already established history involves the central continent I don't think my plan will affect it If anyone in the local continent wants to collaborate on history feel free to ask but so far I'm using the fact that there's plenty of unclaimed land near me to make a history about it

We Export: Mercenaries, Furs (rare furs native only to the region) and lumber, lots of lumber.

[Honorisia]

Hrm, does Naradia have anything to trade? How terribly interested in silk and ceramics (china) would they be? Also spices.

Naradia has huge amounts of raw materials (lumber, iron, gold). The only manufactured goods that Naradia has a large amount of are weapons and armour. There are no slaves, but indentured servitude is very common. Silks, ceramics and spices would all be valued very highly by my people. I think the main barrier to any sort of trade agreement is the fact that there is no official currency in Naradia. The main port city has its own coin system, but it is more of a city-state than part of the empire.

EDIT: Also, Balleycolumbia has furs. Are they good for making cloaks and keeping warm. We could get some bartering going for those furs (if they're useful in the cold).

[Numer]

Numer exports ivory, pelts (jaguar, panther, tiger, etc.), grain, fruits, vegetables, cotton, narcotics & poisons, artisan goods (carpets, vases, statues, etc.), spices, and slaves. The entire army is available for hire as well.

It imports silk, china, gold, silver, steel, iron, bronze, slaves, dyes, furs (bear, wolf, fox, etc.), cedar, and pretty much anything else each nation has to offer.

[Caecuser]

I'm considering joining here again, but I'm not sure what as - what kind of races, or what type of civilization I'd like to be. Possibly something that could pose a threat to people near to me but small and remote for the present.

[Caecuser]

Name of Realm: Arch-Territory of Mid-Nor
Description of Realm: A collection of independent and militaristic Citadels ruled individually by Vampiric Lords; the mightiest of their race bearing not only the savage speed and brute strength required to dominate their rivals but keen minds and unnatural cunning in order to retain their power. Alliances flourish almost as quickly as they decay in this hostile land of ragged mountainsides and barren deserts though never has the land of Mid-Nor fully unified itself in the past even in the face of external invasion preferring to allow outsiders to weaken their enemies. Amongst the denizens of the sprawling, monolithic Citadels are basic humans serving the whims of their lords, eventually becoming further enslaved through death for there is no escape for them. A large array of demonic entities and beasts stalk the lands beyond the Citadels, falling upon unwary travelers with great ferocity from the skies; Winged Terrors animated by the prey they devour and a constant threat even to the residents of Mid-Nor.
Demonym: Mid-Norians
Race: Vampires, Reanimated Corpses, Humans, Winged Terrors
Languages: Mid-Nora
Religion: No official religion, worship of Vampires and personifications Death is common
Head of State: Arguably there is no single leader of Mid-Nor but all Lords respect and honor the near-personification of death, Night-Lord Norak
Seat of Power: Citadel Nox; largest and most influential of the Vampire Citadels
Population: 4 Million
RL Fluency in English: High
Example of previous RP: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=235280
Provinces Claiming: Some Desert/Mountainous Area on Western Continent
Why you wish to join: This place looks very good with some competent Roleplayers

[Ballycolumbia]

Nice! Someone living near me and is undead too!
My furs are useful for both luxury and survival in cold conditions. Some of my furs can also be used as a low grade light armour by some armies/soldier if you wish.

[Caecuser]

Nice! Someone living near me and is undead too! My furs are useful for both luxury and survival in cold conditions. Some of my furs can also be used as a low grade light armour by some armies/soldier if you wish.

I'm sure I'll have plenty of use for those warm furs... in the desert.

[Ballycolumbia]

Nice! Someone living near me and is undead too! My furs are useful for both luxury and survival in cold conditions. Some of my furs can also be used as a low grade light armour by some armies/soldier if you wish.

I'm sure I'll have plenty of use for those warm furs... in the desert.

Nah that was for Naradia and Numer, if you need furs in the desert, just ask

[Latinus]

Did a major overhaul on the force declaration page.

[Azadliq]

Name of Realm: Arch-Territory of Mid-Nor
Description of Realm: A collection of independent and militaristic Citadels ruled individually by Vampiric Lords; the mightiest of their race bearing not only the savage speed and brute strength required to dominate their rivals but keen minds and unnatural cunning in order to retain their power. Alliances flourish almost as quickly as they decay in this hostile land of ragged mountainsides and barren deserts though never has the land of Mid-Nor fully unified itself in the past even in the face of external invasion preferring to allow outsiders to weaken their enemies. Amongst the denizens of the sprawling, monolithic Citadels are basic humans serving the whims of their lords, eventually becoming further enslaved through death for there is no escape for them. A large array of demonic entities and beasts stalk the lands beyond the Citadels, falling upon unwary travelers with great ferocity from the skies; Winged Terrors animated by the prey they devour and a constant threat even to the residents of Mid-Nor.
Demonym: Mid-Norians
Race: Vampires, Reanimated Corpses, Humans, Winged Terrors
Languages: Mid-Nora
Religion: No official religion, worship of Vampires and personifications Death is common
Head of State: Arguably there is no single leader of Mid-Nor but all Lords respect and honor the near-personification of death, Night-Lord Norak
Seat of Power: Citadel Nox; largest and most influential of the Vampire Citadels
Population: 4 Million
RL Fluency in English: High
Example of previous RP: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=235280
Provinces Claiming: Some Desert/Mountainous Area on Western Continent
Why you wish to join: This place looks very good with some competent Roleplayers

Ah! But... but... I'm the voice of the undead... *insert nonexistent crying smiley here*

[Caecuser]

Name of Realm: Arch-Territory of Mid-Nor
Description of Realm: A collection of independent and militaristic Citadels ruled individually by Vampiric Lords; the mightiest of their race bearing not only the savage speed and brute strength required to dominate their rivals but keen minds and unnatural cunning in order to retain their power. Alliances flourish almost as quickly as they decay in this hostile land of ragged mountainsides and barren deserts though never has the land of Mid-Nor fully unified itself in the past even in the face of external invasion preferring to allow outsiders to weaken their enemies. Amongst the denizens of the sprawling, monolithic Citadels are basic humans serving the whims of their lords, eventually becoming further enslaved through death for there is no escape for them. A large array of demonic entities and beasts stalk the lands beyond the Citadels, falling upon unwary travelers with great ferocity from the skies; Winged Terrors animated by the prey they devour and a constant threat even to the residents of Mid-Nor.
Demonym: Mid-Norians
Race: Vampires, Reanimated Corpses, Humans, Winged Terrors
Languages: Mid-Nora
Religion: No official religion, worship of Vampires and personifications Death is common
Head of State: Arguably there is no single leader of Mid-Nor but all Lords respect and honor the near-personification of death, Night-Lord Norak
Seat of Power: Citadel Nox; largest and most influential of the Vampire Citadels
Population: 4 Million
RL Fluency in English: High
Example of previous RP: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=235280
Provinces Claiming: Some Desert/Mountainous Area on Western Continent
Why you wish to join: This place looks very good with some competent Roleplayers

Ah! But... but... I'm the voice of the undead... *insert nonexistent crying smiley here*

Move aside! There is a new undead guy in town!

[Achesia]

Super excited this has takeb off..cant wait till school is over aand i can get back.

[Great Houses of Xie]

aha, my bad. Still crafting dose shie D=. Where did you guys get your map templates? It'd be nice if i could put forests and hills down as nicely as that without having to take too much time in photoshop

[The knights of kings]

SO is my reboot acceptable?

[Honorisia]

SO is my reboot acceptable?

The name Prinnia seems familiar. Have you used it in a different RP?

[Achesia]

SO is my reboot acceptable?

the app looks good but I dont have the time to read the post so wait for D's ruling since he's acting during my leave.

[The knights of kings]

SO is my reboot acceptable?

The name Prinnia seems familiar. Have you used it in a different RP?

Indeed most of my rp countries turn into Prinnia haha