Gaea, Songs of Yuletide (OOC/Sign-Ups) REBOOT

by **Imperialisium** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 9:18 pm

Gaea, the world, crafted in the image of the primordial; bathing, in all their glory and beauty. But also, their terrible, terrible passion. A world of wonder as much horror, and by no means short of middle ground to assail the common folk.-Eonwaris, Chief Scribe and Historian of the Twilight Fortress. The Attributes of Fate, Vol II, iii.

The Birthing: A Prose of Creation

In the beginning there was nothing, ever darkness, save for a mass of formless energy anchored in the center of this ever dark. For an eternity this was all there was; but, through the passage of eons the energy burst and waxed like the moons. In an ever and all directional tidal wave the cosmos was born as the antithesis to this prior nothing that surrounded it.

As this energy gave manifest to the Heavens the first to arrive were the Vaulted Ones. Great Beings, giving the Heavens material form and shape, and the foremost among them: Aeman. Aeman gave the cosmos laws and shaped Heavenly bodies across the skies. It was Aeman that planted the seeds of twin arks, spherical bodies that would be host to life. For Aeman saw that the ultimate destiny of the cosmos was to belong to other, smaller beings that would wonder at the ever changing universe in full glory.

These twin bodies, Aearth and Gaea, two bodies representing one creation. For countless years Aeman and other Vaulted formed, gave birth, and soothed them into being hosts for life. Teeming with plants, animals, and forming in their own images the sentient races. These younger races were like children thrust out onto the wider world.

But, not all of the Vaulted Ones shared this value of being the caretakers of things seeming so small and insignificant in an ever expanding universe. A schism, unlike any that would come after, developed and broke the Vaulted Ones into two. The Dark Ones who wished to exert influence over these lesser races. Rather than shepherd the younger races to fruition. Thus, darkness wrested with light, one seeming to triumph over the other before being driven back. In a last act of love Aeman cut out his own soul and split it into two. Driving his divided soul into the hearts of Aearth and Gaea and thus banishing the Dark Ones from freely walking on both worlds. But at a cost, Aeman was split into two; Vaemidia, bringer of life; Avalar, bringer of death. For in the final act of selflessness was borne hope.

However, the Dark Ones would not be so easily cheated, and thus in a last act of spite they sundered the twin arks. Separating Aearth and Gaea from one another for all eternity…

Administration

Imperialisium: Operator

The World of Gaea

Welcome to Gaea! A world of wonder and danger, magic and sorcery, beauty and horror! This is a role play/world-building/hang-out-for-fantasy–lover’s type deal. So this is meant to be rather large scale, but always the primary focus is to have fun and enjoy your time here. The world of Gaea is meant to be a massive fantasy world that incorporates role player contribution. So don't be afraid to put forth your own ideas for world events, races, and realms to add to the experience. As such we invite people to take the already established world and through role play or adding in ideas mold it to whatever shape we can create. Do you want to rise and create your own realm? Overthrow a monarch? Become a Vampire? Be a Monster slayer? Perhaps being a Mercenary?

Gaea, is a fantasy world, and whenever possible leaning to realism or low fantasy with just enough high fantasy to allow variance. There are of course many established nations and cultures people can relate to our own world in real life. Such as the Greco-Roman/Byzantine themed Paletine people, the Norse themed Naedse, the Hungarian themed people of Eszog, and the Germanic/French Middle Ages themed Saerheastan realms. If you look at the whole map you’ll see references to the Khmer Empire, China during antiquity and middle ages, the Mongols, African Tribes, Middle-Eastern Caliphates, Migration Era tribes, and the whole nine yards.

This is mixed with Elves, Dwarves, Dragons, and so forth. So the exact genre of Gaea would fall into Fantasy in the broadest sense of the term. It has high fantasy beings and creatures but low fantasy realism to it. As such it incorporates many darker themes like racism, prejudice, economic disparity, and the horrors of war. You are not invincible and Gaea can be just as dangerous as our own world. That guy you picked a fight with a bar could stab you in the back when you're facing the wrong way. That Dragon you insulted, just ate you, and by now hopefully you're catching my drift? I will take charge as OP on the exact progression of time. I will be strict on travel speeds and not afraid to kill off characters. This is meant to add weight to your actions and make one think. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to attack that Dragon after all?! Maybe it would be better to take the longer, safer marching route for your army, than say trying to dare narrow mountain passes.

The size of Gaea is also large and encompassing. The Continent, the central landmass from which most of the action takes place, is roughly the size of Eurasia.

An Evolving World

Gaea has gone through several previous role play iterations and follows a time line constructed by a dozen role players of various styles and playing different races. As such each iteration is often different than the first to simulate an evolving world that is changing with the times (as Earth in RL has done). The 8th Century is a much darker time than the previous iterations. Many of the grand monarchies and realms of the 7th Century have fallen, fragmented, weakened, or been replaced. All regions of Gaea have lost significant amounts of population (half to two thirds) as a result of numerous wars, famines, and plagues. For example the Empire of Alfheimr and Paletine Republic in the early 7th Century had populations well over 10 million and could wield multiple armies in the field simultaneously. By 779AL Alfheimr has a stable population of 5.5 Million (150 years earlier it was almost 12 million) and has gone from a centralized Empire to a collection of feudal territories held in fiefdom too an Imperial Crown. This is coupled with reductions in territory, losing roughly half its land. So old realms that went through the years 625-779 are expected to be a lot weaker than what they where previously.

On Magic

The Thing about Magic is that it can be fickle.-Archlord Asyran of Valtmeris circa 7 AL, Volumes of Fate, ix

Magic, Sorcery, Wizardry, or whatever else you want to call it. Is a rare art, and a dangerous one at that. While there are quite a few dabblers in Magic there are few Masters. Magic can do great things, and also terrible ones as well. But for the most part almost all Magic requires a price, or something in exchange. Cast a fire ball, well if you miss-caste/miss-pronounce/or even in some cases touch that magical fire you'll get burned---Usually very badly. That's just one example, so learn and use magic at your own discretion. A rule of thumb, the more powerful the amount the higher the price, shoot lightning you might crack a rib if you are not careful. Summon a Wraith, better hope you know proper binding incantation or you'll probably get killed. Want to bind a Demon you probably will have to cut off a finger or someone is going to cut off something as payment for services rendered. Only by meticulous practice can this be avoided. The means of which are secrets kept by the different Magical societies on Gaea.

Magical artifacts are roughly similar, some require a price for their usage. Others do not and can be used freely; however, the majority of these objects have a recharge time or can run out of whatever makes them tick. So use wisely.

Magic, a word describing something that blatantly flies in the face of reality, or a layman's term for someone manipulating the ethereal energies of our world. Magic is not fantastical but a law of our world. It is the breath and essence of the Gods incarnate. Divine. Pure energy that courses through the veins of this world. -Encyclopedia Etherius by Pythagus of Attalia, circa. 460 AL.

True to the words of Pythagus, Magic, in its most base form is the manipulation and usage of the ethereal energies permeating Gaea since it's birth. Noted at the Ether, an invisible, shifting, waxing and waning energy force permeating Gaea itself like a beating heart. As such in almost all societies found on this world, Magic users for their safety and others, divide up the various uses of their craft into Disciples. In addition Mages usually fall under what is typically affirmed by Magic Scholars to be a rough scale of innate and learned ability. Known as the Aurora Scale which can be used to test the Ethereal abilities of an individual.

Rules

1.The OP will intervene when necessary, and therefore promoting role players to talk it out amongst themselves first. So be respectful to each other.
2. Be fair, you are not god-like (that and the actual far more real Gaean Gods will love to dick you over).
3. I reserve the right to appoint Administrative positions for those who desire it. Like Co-Op or an additional map editor and what not.
4. When in doubt stick to realism, if you’ve been beheaded you are not coming back unless some MAJOR being with enough mojo grabs your soul and rams it back into you. The hope being they also took the courtesy of re-attaching your head. This is also a pre-gunpowder setting, not that you need it, I mean we have magic. However, some rudimentary, equally dangerous to the user, explosives do exist in the form of basic grenades or explosive tipped missiles.
5. Magic is allowed, but don’t wank it.
6. Rules are subject to change.
7. Nations are expected to have actual problems, what I mean is that for example large Empires are HARDER to hold together internally and possibly externally. This keeps the nation-playing field level enough to allow realistic power shifting and keep things fluid. If need be I’ll conjure up something.
9. No you cannot be a God.
10. Please use decent grammar and spelling (Secondary School/High School level please) and at least a three paragraphs per post.
11. Posts must be at least 12 complete sentences in length along with headers for each section (if you have more than one section), detailing the location, point of view, and year it takes place.
12. do not double or triple post in the OOC or IC unless you are a CO-OP or the OP (Myself).
13. Three warnings and you are out of the role play. Period.

Discord

by **Imperialisium** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 9:20 pm

IC

Legendarium

Geographic Map

by **Imperialisium** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 9:21 pm

by **Imperialisium** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 9:25 pm

Reserved

by **Anowa** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 10:23 pm

by **Shadowwell** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 10:29 pm

by **The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 10:36 pm

Coolio!

by **Elerian** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 10:38 pm

by **Anowa** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 10:45 pm

Dibs on a Grand Archus

by **Elerian** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 11:44 pm

I think I'm gonna have an exiled Prince or something like that trying to take Volyoria a la the Blackfyres from GoT.

by **Tagali Federation** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 12:53 am

Nation Name: Wolo Kingdom
Ruler (if applicable): Mansa Issa Amat
Government Type: Tribal Monarchy
Government Hierarchy: Villages and groups are led by Chieftains, who swear loyalty to the Mansa.
Formation: 100 years ago
Succession Laws: Succession goes to the oldest male heir, if there are no sons, then power will go to the Eldest Daughter.
Gender Laws: Males go first, only once there are no male heir to choose from can a woman gain the throne.
Geographic territory: The Wolo Kingdom
Population: 700,000
Military Strength: 21,000 Warriors
Military Info: The Wolo are capable Horse Riders, giving them an advantage over many of the other tribes. They ride a native horse breed called a Fasu, the descendants of the local zebras and horses that escaped from eastern traders long ago. Wolo Warriors are lightly equipped, wearing chainmail underneath a layer of cloth. The Wolo do not wear helmets, choosing instead wear turbans. Spears and Javelins are universally used among the Wolo, although among coastal Cities and villages, Scimitars are becoming more available as blacksmiths are able to get better material. Wolo Warriors are often seen with shields made of rhino hide.
Currency: While in the interior, villages often barter between each other, but all throughout the Kingdom, salt is a universal currency. In the coastal Cities, Salt is traded with eastern Sailors in exchange for gold, for those in the Interior, salt is traded for exotic goods such as ivory and furs.
History: The History of the Wolo Kingdom as told by Mansa Issa Amat

"When the great Ibrama Amat was born, a pride of lions were in attendance of his birth. When the baby finally came into the world, the lions bowed before him, a sign of his future glory."

Or so the Village Elders will tell you. In reality, My Grandfather was born just as many a Wolo had before and will be well into the future. Ibrama was born to the Chieftain of a small fishing village off the coast of the Ghora Sea. He could have chosen to live the same life as our ancestors had, fishing in the Ghora and scaring children with tales of the Ninki Nanka. Like many great men in history, Ibrama would not be satisfied with just inheriting his village, he chose to inherit an Empire. When his father died and he became Chieftain, Ibrama would lead his Warriors across the coast, uniting our cousins throughout the land between the river and sea, and putting those that would not side with him to the flame. Ibrama not only united our people, but opened our shores to the east, bringing in wealth to our poor nation and giving the orient access to rare ivory and furs from our interior. Our people were experiencing a golden age, and Ibrama was not going to stop there. Ibrama planned to extend our reach to the edges of the Savannah, perhaps even further to lands only known to us by Far reaching merchants.

However, even great men are the prey of the greatest hunter of all, Death. Gored by a water buffalo during a hunt, Ibrama would inevitably succumb to his wounds, giving his hard earned Kingdom to an undeserving Son, my Father Idris. My Father squandered his inheritance, instead of strengthening our army, he made our Warriors fight each other for his entertainment. Our coffers were made dry by his disgusting drunkenness. He was made a tyrant to our people when he killed his first wife and my Mother in exchange for an Elven whore bought from a travelling Slave Merchant. If my Mother's death was not enough, the Elf whispered rumors of treason into my Father's ear, setting the seeds of paranoia. Executions became commonplace in our capital, Kerere. Even members of the Royal Family were not safe. My Father's Mistress gave birth to a half-Human, half-Elf abomination, she weaved thoughts of her spawn on the throne in my father's mind. It was not long before my Eldest Brother, Amin, was beheaded in the City center.

I did not stick around to find out if I would meet a similar fate. I bribed my way onto a merchant ship heading East. There, I made a living as a sellsword and pit fighter, often spending my hard earned money in the eastern brothels and opium dens. These were shameful days. Things changed when I heard word of my homeland. My Father had passed. I felt no sadness, for he had died long ago in my eyes. Now, the Whore's Half-Elf abomination sat on the Ivory Throne. I saw my chance. No longer would I wander about the East. I would return home and take my rightful place on the throne and return my people to their rightful glory.

Of course, the Gods had a similar plan as well. While you may hear rumors of me assassinating the Boy King in seedy establishments throughout the Kingdom, I'll tell you that such fantasies are false. The abomination was bitten by a Mamba in his sleep. The serpent's venom could bring down a Man, and the Boy was always sickly. My Father had done a poor job of maintaining the Wolo Palace. It was easy for small creatures to find their way inside its adobe walls. It was simply a convenient death gifted by the gods to spare us a lengthy civil war.

When I came back from my exile, it was a tough sell to the various chieftains that I would not follow in my Father's foot steps. It took some reminding of my Mother's lineage from one of the Interiors more prominent Chieftains and the exploits of my Grandfather. They eventually came around and named me Mansa of the Wolo, the gold they may have helped a bit. Now, some look forward to a future of a return to the status quo.

But not I. I have seen too much of the world to be happy with just our humble kingdom. Our Adobe structures pale in comparison to the stone palaces of far off lands. Our proud Ivory Throne a simple foot stool in the shadow of larger seats of power. The Wolo have been denied the birthright given to them by Ibrama for too long, and I will lead the Wolo in a renewed conquest across the Savannah and beyond!

Character Development

Nationstates Nation: Tagali Federation
Character Name: Issa Amat
Character Race: Savannah/Wolo
Character Age: 30
Character Birth Place: Kerere, The Wolo Kingdom
Character Physical Description or Image (as in Picture):

Character Biography:

Issa was born in the "Castle" of Lion's Den in the Capital City of Kerere to the Mansa Idris Amat and his wife Aisha. Issa was active in his youth, often being found climbing the adobe walls of Lion's Den or outside the city hunting herds of Oryx's and Wildebeests. At the age of 16, Issa exiled himself after his Father executed his older Brother, Amin, in an attempt to get the Half-Elf Hybrid son of his Elven Mistress on the Ivory Throne. He spent the rest of his teen years in the East, making a living as a Sellsword to various Nobles in the region. At the age of 21, Issa returned to his homeland after word of his Father's death had reached him. Shortly after he arrived, His Human-Elf Step Brother was killed by a Mamba in his sleep, allowing for Issa to claim the throne. Since then, he has worked tirelessly to bring Wolo back to its former glory and expand it across the Savannah.

The Lineage
Character Dynasty/House/Clan (if applicable): Amat
Family/Dynasty/House Sigil or Banner:
Origin of the Family/Dynasty/House: Gained infamy during the reign of Ibrama the Uniter
Character Dynastic History (History of your family): See Nation History
Personal Effects
Acquired Skills: Adept Horseman, Master Swordsman, Adept Javelin and spear
Equipment/Important personal items (if applicable):

Acquired Magical Items:

RP Sample: (I require two)[/spoiler]

by **Anowa** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 1:35 am

You already know my claim Imps.

"We Die Standing."

Nation Name: Kingdom of Whiterock
Ruler: King Harold "The Mad" Whiterock I
Government Type: Constitutional Monarchy
Government Hierarchy:
Monarch
Monarch's Spouse
Monarch's Eldest Child
Noble Senate
Parliament
Formation: Prior to the Vampire's Spread, yet after the building of East Keep. Destruction of records means there is no exact date.
Succession Laws: Successor is named by the reigning monarch upon their death bed. If the Monarch is incapable of naming a successor, the Spouse does so, if the Spouse is unable, the eldest child is selected. If there have been no legitimate heirs, and no one can take the throne, the Noble Senate selects an heir.
Gender Laws: Equal before the law, preferential for land owners or soldiers.
Geographic territory:

Population: ~1,002,000 Registered Denizens of the Kingdom as per the last census.
Military Strength: 26,300 Professional Soldiers
Military Info:
10,100 Footmen
1,200 Knights
8,000 Archers
2,000 Heavy Cavalry
3,000 Light Cavalry
2,000 Sailors
Currency: 1 Gold Coin equals 100 Silver Coins, 1 Silver Coin is 100 Bronze Coins, 1 Bronze Coin is worth 14 pounds of wheat.
History: Founded some 700 years ago as a guard by the West Men against the unexplored East, House Whiterock has stood the test of time for a margin longer than it deserves. Many a conquest, both failed and successful have largely been lost to the sands of time, or the expanding sands of it's bordering desert. Most of it's history was lost due to a fire some 80 years ago, though major chunks of legend and memoirs from the former Kings and Queens of the Kingdom have given a picture of a once large Kingdom that after a long chain of unready rulers was shoveled back into a small section of their former holdings.

Though some times in the past House Whiterock did end up delivering upon their promise they made oh so long ago, they successfully defended against a horde of Orc invaders for a series of years, before eventually driving the Brownskin hordes back whence they came. Though not without losing a large chunk of their resources and crops for the decade. It was this period afterwards that resulted in a decline of population and control over a few surrounding areas.

~600 years had passed before anything of note happened beyond minor houses swearing fealty, and other houses falling or rising. That was until King August VII birthed several children, of which only one survived. Known to none besides August VII, his last remaining child only lived due to the influence of his Elven servant, Ilvid. The almost ancient elf used what little he remembered of the arcane arts, and managed to make the child into someone that would not die from natural cause, blessing the child with the capability to rule for a very long time, but dooming him to wither away before his own death. Thus Harold I was given his reign, and a reign it was.

Approaching the end of Harold I's life, a series of events made his health decay into what many considered impossible to survive, yet he continued onwards. The Magics surrounding his life clouding his mind and judgement, the words and warnings of a seeming failure of a daughter confusing him, and the local Jester gaining his attention more than his most trusted advisers. He had truly gone mad with age, and there was nothing he nor his family could do about it.

Now discontent brews through the whole of the Kingdom, men woman and children all calling for his removal from the throne. All the while, his sons are concerned, his daughter is angry, his wife is smiling, and he himself is laughing. For once again the gears of time turn, and House Whiterock is at the center of it.

Character Development
Nationstates Nation: Anowa
Character Name: King Harold "The Mad" Whiterock I
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 91
Character Birth Place: Whiterock Castle, Volyoria
Character Physical Description or Image: Frail, old, and with a notable back problem, King Harold is certainly the embodiment of old age. At 5'3 with a very notable spine curvature, and weighing an emaciated 128 pounds, he is not in a good physical condition. His vision problems make it hard for the man to see, and more often than not her has to be escorted (read: carried) back to his chamber at the end of the day. His legs are wobbly, and his body has a number of malignant growths indicated a cancerous end for the man.
Character Biography: King Harold's life is long, and very very tedious. Beginning nearly a century ago, King Harold was the only child of 18 that survived past his sixth birthday, and with the magical diseases the elves had brought still being rampant in some parts of the kingdom, his family dare not even let him out of the castle until he was in his mid twenties.

During his mid life, he simply meandered about the capital as a rather frugal man, throwing funding at anything that needed sympathy, like the street's beggars, orphanages and the working women in the city. In a completely related event, his actions seem to correlate with a rather high conscription rate with the Kingdom's Reichsgarde. This, among his first decree after his father's death, helped his efforts in expanding into the desert, and since then, under his rule, liberties of the peasants and lower classes have become freer, and feudalism has been lessened to a degree. Women could become Knights, and serve in the Reichsgarde, they could own land and inherent estates, among other things. The lower class could marry into power, and in general he helped the lower class, not be lower class anymore.

Leading into his later life, and the failure of his daughter's crusade, he became drawn in, no longer venturing out into the world. Or even his own city. For a while many thought his corpse was simply being kept on the throne, until he finally started decreeing wanton orders again. Tithes needed to include the first born of the darkest skinned family for the Reichsgarde to train, Poppies were banned from growing on Thursdays, and the firth man in every cavalry arrangement had to ride a mare. To say it was disconcerting was an understatement.

However, some speculate that there's a method to such madness, or that he's being manipulated by someone. Either or, it spells some form of trouble.

The Lineage
Character House: Whiterock
Banner: See Nation App
Origin: See Nation App
Character Dynastic History: See Nation App

Personal Effects
Acquired Skills: Any and all skills King Harold once had have wasted away with his mind and body.
Mastery Level of Skills: As stated above, the multiple afflictions and mental degradation that King Harold is going through have basically made the man a husk of what he once was.
Equipment/Important personal items: Whiterock Royal Crown
Acquired Magical Items: None.

RP Sample: [Insert Cheeky Joke Here]

Character Development
Nationstates Nation: Anowa
Character Name: Queen Gertrude Whiterock nee Hepsberk II
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 31
Character Birth Place: Hepsberk Mansion, Rhedan
Character Physical Description or Image: Standing at 5'3 and weighing 115 pounds soaking wet, Gertrude is an attractive woman. Thin, deathly pale and rarely seen outside the castle, Gertrude has been the source of many a myth surrounding the failure of King Harold's health, most of them stemming from suspected vampirism. But as it stands, Gertrude has no such condition, simply disliking sunlight and fitting with a more archaic standard of beauty. Her skin is unmarred, a standard for those who have spent their entire life in a royal court rather than outside.
Character Biography: Gertrude was born the eldest child of a wealthy landowner in the south of Whiterock, as a member of the Hepsberk Noble House, Gettrude was groomed and primmed to be the potential bride of yet another noble house's family. The Hepsberks struck gold however, when King Harold's current wife died in childbirth, followed by said child dying months later.

Gertrude was wed to the then 75 year old king at 14. A year later she gave birth to Oleander, her first and currently only child. The fantasy of being a Queen and all that it held was not something that Gertrude was keen on from thenceforth. Being the toy to a lecherous old man in failing health was a situation she wanted no part in, and by her 20th birthday she wanted out, though it was much easier said than done. Stuck in a now permanent position, Gertrude has done her best to raise her child, and try to make a broken Ingrid and uppity Hostedes reconcile to run the kingdom after their father's departure.

The Lineage
Character House: Whiterock
Banner: See Nation App
Origin: See Nation App
Character Dynastic History: See Nation App

Personal Effects
Acquired Skills: Politics, Economics, Equestrianism
Mastery Level of Skills: Master Politician, Adept Economist, Novice Equestrian
Equipment/Important personal items: Whiterock Spousal Crown
Acquired Magical Items: N/A

RP Sample: [Insert Cheeky Joke Here]

Character Development
Nationstates Nation: Anowa
Character Name: Princess Ingrid "The Scarred" Whiterock
Character Race: Human-Elf Hybrid
Character Age: 33
Character Birth Place: Whiterock Castle, Volyoria
Character Physical Description or Image: Standing among men as a giantess, Ingrid stands at 7'3 and weighing nearly 15 1/2 stone. A number of laceration based scars mar her body from heel to scalp. Raven black hair remains unkempt and ice blue eyes hide a notable pain behind them. Bags remain adamant and a permanent blush from her alcoholism remains affixed to her face.
Character Biography: Ingrid's life is marred with unfortunate circumstances and sorrow. She was born into royalty 33 years ago, as the first child to a then 59 year old King Harold, her mother no more than 17 years older than she was at that point. After that she was pampered by her dotting mother and father, despite his disappointment that his eldest was a woman, he still loved his daughter all the same.

When Ingrid was six when her mother died in childbirth, due to her then only brother's birth. Despite previous treatment by her father, he swiftly forgot about his daughter, relegating her to be taken care of by one of the many servants among the castle. They then taught her a very large amount of what she now uses in life, alongside giving her a respect and care for even the lowest in the kingdom. It wasn't until her step-mother's death and a number of other siblings that her family started paying attention to the rather brooding woman.

At 23 she finally attempted to prove her worth. And it failed disastrously.

Setting out for the Orcish homeland in an attempt to bring the fight to them after three quarters of a millennia in fear. All she accomplished was losing more than a thousand men and over 150 frigates over a two year campaign. Many suspected that she'd petition for the deaths of every orcish slave in Whiterock, but instead she did the opposite, she started asking that they be released. Many thought her absolutely mad, and her request, coupled with her wounds, and failure gained her the name sake of 'The Scarred' It has been 8 years since and she's now kept the name permanently affixed, acquiring an elven squire, and spending more time in taverns with the local mage and on the streets than in the royal court. Many an assassin has tried to remove her, and an equal number have died. Yet the secrets she holds about the Orcs across the desert keep her alive in more ways than one.

The Lineage
Character House: Whiterock
Banner: See Nation App
Origin: See Nation App
Character Dynastic History: See Nation App

Personal Effects
Acquired Skills: Swordsmanship, Equestrianism, Economics
Mastery Level of Skills: Master Swordswoman, Adept Equestrian, Adept Economist
Equipment/Important personal items:
Plate Armor
Bastard Sword
Acquired Magical Items:
Eye of Saelerdon: A pearlescent orb with a number of runes inscribed upon it's surface, it is said to grant the user the capability to see the condition of a being's soul and the being's immediate intent towards the user to a degree, even through objects, walls, and other beings. The artifact was thought to be lost for sometime. Though unknown to the public Whiterock's current heir is in possession of it.

RP Sample: [Insert Cheeky Joke Here]

Character Development
Nationstates Nation: Anowa
Character Name: Prince Hostedes Whiterock
Character Race: Human-Elf Hybrid
Character Age: 28
Character Birth Place: Whiterock Castle, Volyoria
Character Physical Description or Image: Standing at 5'9 and weighing a little over 156 pounds, Hostedes is neither big nor small. With lively eyes and a grim determination, he is a sight of what a prince usually is. His voice however is higher than should be,
Character Biography: Hostedes was, in the words of his sister, born an annoyance. His early life was that of a whiny child who wanted nothing more than every scrap of attention his parents gave him. It's what he got however, spoiled with finery and riches, Hostedes was the definition of spoiled to the core. A false braggart, and a rather boastful man, he regularly bragged about his sexual conquests and triumphs in duels (many of which never happened).

It wasn't until his mid twenties that for whatever reason he smartened up. Started paying attention in his marshal teachings, and started spending less time with concubines and more with a specific few members of his staff. He seemed to be a now competent ruler. Except for one little tidbit known to no one outside the circle of his immediate family and the few guards who were within ear shot. He fathered a half-orc. The mother was, in essence, exiled and bribed to keep quiet, while the child went with. All the public unwittingly knows about such an event is that the Prince occasionally rides east to visit a rather obscure moisture farm.

That was nearly eight years ago. And he's since gotten a lot smarter and much more attentive. Much more angry and impulsive as well. For whatever reason, he's now starting to win duels with terrifying efficiency, and has since started leading war parties to deal with mountain and forest raiders. Some say he's practicing for a rebellion, others say he plans his own. Needless to say he's planning for something.

The Lineage
Character House: Whiterock
Banner: See Nation App
Origin: See Nation App
Character Dynastic History: See Nation App

Personal Effects
Acquired Skills: Swordsmanship, General Politics, Economics
Mastery Level of Skills: Novice Swordsman, Adept Politician, Apprentice Economist
Equipment/Important personal items: N/A
Acquired Magical Items: N/A

RP Sample: [Insert Cheeky Joke Here]

Character Development
Nationstates Nation:
Character Name: Marion Septimae
Character Race: Valtmari
Character Age: 284
Character Birth Place: Valtmeris
Character Physical Description or Image: Marion stands at the Elven average of 6'2 inches and weighs just over 130 pounds. With gray skin, dark rings around her eyes and a rather suppressed emotional response, Marion has been suspected of crossing the line of Necromancy many a time, but her obvious livelihood in times of welcomed company and presence of pulse and breathing reflex have warded off any termination orders.
Character Biography: Born in Valtmari some 284 years ago, Marion was the seventh child of the seventh child. Himself coincidentally a former Grand Archus. Suspected to be a borderline prophecy child, she was raised and taught magical water practices in hope that she'd have some skill in them. Lo and behold, she was one of the 5%. From a child Marion took to the arcane like moth to a flame, absorbing any and all she could and testing mild spells in the safety of her grandfather's supervision.

Eventually, after nearly 8 decades of training, her grandfather died, and a new opening for Grand Archus was opened. Needless to say, the girl was granted the position, whether she actually wanted it or not at the time. Over time however she took a liking to it, she was granted a certain freedom she never had before in regards to the arcane arts. And she made even greater progress than she did under her grandfather's tutelage. Eventually she started branching out into other slices of the arcane pie, namely the darker ones. While she dabbled minutely in Dark and Curses, she mainly kept studying the Necromantic arts, contacting dead souls, lichdom, and the nature of souls.

Now nearly 200 years after her appointment as Grand Archus, she waits in Whiterock Castle, trying to get a broken woman to finally change herself enough to where she isn't ashamed nor afraid to see her mother one last time.

The Lineage
Character House: Whiterock
Banner: See Nation App
Origin: See Nation App
Character Dynastic History: See Nation App

Personal Effects
Acquired Skills: Necromancy, Healing/Water, Light/Sun/Air
Mastery Level of Skills: Grand Archus
Equipment/Important personal items: N/A
Acquired Magical Items:
Emergency Phylactery: In the event in which Marion's life starts to fade irrecoverably, her soul and magical essence will be transferred into a Phylactery she has in the form of a rather expensive looking ring. Hoping that in the event that someone tries to loot it after her death, she'll be capable of possessing them, so she can continue her travels around the world, healing, helping those with handicaps or enchanting needs, and giving closure to those with dead or missing relatives.
Casting Staff: Capable of casting some of Marion's more dangerous or taxing spells, Marion's casting staff is her only offensive tool, as well as her only defensive one. Tool however is a key word in this, as a Grand Archus, Marion is more than capable of holding her own in the event that she is found without her staff.

RP Sample: [Insert Cheeky Joke Here]

by **Relikai** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 2:44 am

The Knightdom of Aesyra

The Aesyrian Military and the Four Chapters of Knightly Orders

by **Ormata** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 2:54 am

Nation Name: Duchy of Sans-Marseilles

Ruler:
Ladislas Allais - Lord de Boutx
Thibaud Delsarte - Lord de Pentraz
Charles Bettencourt - Lord de Chaumes
Aurélien Joguet - Lord de Rougeries
Mathilde Besson - Lord de Holvingen
Baptiste Lucy - Lord de Noel
Jean-Luc Baillairgé - Lord de Monestier
Amandine Souchon - Lady de Arbigieu
Éloïse Beaudouin - Lady de Neung
Ophélie Duval - Lady de Guchan
Élisée Devereux - Lady de Broquiers
Marian Duverger - Lady de Chalvosson
Matthieu De Guignes - Lord de Grammont
Paul Valluy - Lord de Limoges
Claude Alard - Lord de Souvignargues
Pierre-Antoine Pasteur - Lord de Ymonville
Laura Milhaud - Lady de Annemasse
Benoît Donnet - Lord de Outtersteene
Serge Valluy - Lord de Bedous
Paulin Auberjonois - Lady de Verger
Government Type: Republican Plutocracy
Government Hierarchy:
Aîné (Council of 20)
Freux (District Leader)
Pion (City/County Leader)
Formation: 623AL

Succession Laws:
Elective wherein the population of each city casts their vote every decade for a series of candidates. The weight of the vote is determined by the wealth of the voter, which essentially turns the vote into a vote of the wealthy, though this does provide ample reason for the poor or middle class to become richer so they might have more power.
Gender Laws:
While under the law men and women are given equality, simply due to the fact that the population cannot afford to limit half of itself from performing tasks that could benefit the nation as a whole, with ideas or with work, there is often a precedence for parents to place greater joy with boys, and push boys towards hard work and improving of their status through that hard work, as boys are often seen as being more capable.
Geographic territory: Duchy of Sans-Marseilles
Population: 540,000
Military Strength: 16,200
Military Info:
Developed under the system of long-term warfare versus the tribals, the Duchy has a retinue of fast attack soldiers and ranged troops to counter mounted threats with relative ease.

The first of these is the Grenadier, a melee unit who is armed with either the spear or a hook-billed weapon that is locally produced among the coast and favored in such lineaged formations. Armored in either the gambeson or half-plate for the more wealthy formations, these soldiers fighter in close formation with heavy kite shields to ward-off the most determined horse archer and await for the charge for the most armored lancer. For close combat, if such a thing ever was likely to occur, they carry arming swords, along with the possibility of small grenades, black powder explosives used to blast static enemy formations, hence the name. These number approximately 5,000.

The second deployed unit for the Duchy is the Skirmisher. Armed with a sling or light bow along with an arming sword and buckler, these are often sailors or of those involved in a more outdoors lifestyle who were forced to use the weapon out of necessity. Sailors must make do due to the distances between warships and shepherd boys and the like must make do due to the necessity of protecting livestock. Armored with only leather or chainmail, their irregular formations are well-suited towards ambush and flanking tactics. These number 8,200, including those in the Navy.

Thirdly, there is the Hussar, a mounted soldier armed with a saber, lance, or shortbow whose primary tactic is to engage the enemy at their own game. Often recruited from disgruntled tribesmen or those unemployed in the Western tribesmen due to crimes, these forces serve as the Duchy’s Foreign Legion, essentially. Armored in chain or scale, these units could be considered heavy cavalry compared to some with the knowledge and ability to skirmish of the light cavalry. Overall they number 3,000.

The Army is organized under the concept of Legions, of which there are five. Each Legion is numbered I through V, with the numbers of 1,000 Grenadiers, 1,200 Skirmishers, and 600 Hussars.

The Navy numbers approximately 100 warships of the Caravel class. These smaller vessels, chosen for their seaworthiness and ability to not sink suddenly in a gale, are armed with archers and, oftentimes, a ballista.
Currency:
1 Savare = 100 Juniper
1 Juniper = 100 Havere
1 Havere = 1,000 Subere

The Duchy implements the coinage system, with minting done by the government for the purposes of controlling such things as inflation and keeping-up with the growing value of goods within the nation. The Savare and Juniper are both coins made of gold, with the only difference being the heads and shields on each side, while the Havere is made of silver and the Subere of bronze.
History:
In earliest histories, the national origin comes from the West, when the Saerheasta landed in 0AL. An enterprising portion of the expedition continued East, through the territory of the Wood Elves and Dragon’s Wood. Crossing the river, the group would follow the Tenor River to it’s end, before then moving South. They would settle above the Inland Sea of Ghora before fragmenting due to internal squabbles in 142AL. Infighting would continue for some time with minor wars between the cities.

The Duchy began in 510AL, approximately, as a loose coalition of allied city-states against the tribal enemies to the West. The tribes had already developed rapid tactics at the period and as such harried the outer region of the coalition, especially on the banks of the Ghora. Beginning with a council of leaders from each city, they directed the construction of intensive woodworks and the proliferation of javelins and war-darts. With a larger peasant militia, the coalition succeeded in defending against the fragmented tribes of the West.

In 574AL, the coalition felt some severe growing pains as civil war broke between council members. A portion of the council felt that a smaller group would be more able, that smaller city-states should not dictate or vote on matters that barely affected themselves, and that power should be theirs. This civil war was divided between the smaller city-states to the West, their size due to the proximity towards the tribals, and the larger cities along the coast who benefited with trade from other, non-aggressive tribes. This civil war would continue until 623AL, when Michel Lefeuvre united the confederacy. Fearing disunification after this, he would establish the Duchy with a ruling council. It would be at this time that the Duchy, which by all means was not at all unified and was already straining somewhat under local interests seeked precedence over those that affected the entire nation, would truly be unified. Invading from the West was a legion of tribals, all riding their strange mounts and scattering over the plains like ants.

Skirmisher from the Tribal Kingdoms
Needless to state, the Council, the Aîné, were not pleased at all by this sudden incursion by the tribal menace and prepared all methods of dealing with the mounted twits. Employing heavy amounts of infantry bowmen, as many as they could find, and arming a good lot with slings, the Duchy engaged the enemy in the field at the Battle of Jons-Sappeurs. Here they fought with well-entrenched archers and a loose, irregular formation of slingers, ultimately driving the enemy off after having severe casualties due to horse archers. To their credit, however, no enemy got within melee range. This would be repeated several times over, with the enemy eventually giving-up their assault due to attrition and moving-on to the West.

A lower level of sustained combat with the tribal people ensued after this, with minor raids attempted by enterprising chiefs that never had the punch necessary to break-through the defenses that had been built-up. The populace settled-into a calmer era and the shipbuilding industry was allowed to take deeper route into the towns. Viewing these vessels as a possible way to attack the enemy from the sea, or even to trade with them if they were ever at all friendly, the Aîné moved to aid production of the smaller vessels, first only armed with troops before ballistas were mounted on them.

A certain level of economic stagnation has since crept into the nation after the long peace it has held due to limited existence, something which threatens it’s ability to stay existing.

Character Development

Personal Effects
Acquired Skills:
Adept Swordsmanship
Adept Administration
Apprentice Equestrian
Equipment/Important Personal Items:
Chainmail Hauberk w/ Breastplate
Military Saber, Standard Issue

Acquired Magical Items: N/A

Nationstates Nation: Ormata
Character Name: Ladislas Allais
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 41
Character Birth Place: Boutx, Duchy of Sans-Marseilles
Character Physical Description:
Ladislas stands at 6’ even with an able physique, as would befit a former Army Officer. He weighs a good bit due to the musculature along both his upper and lower frame, strengthened over the years of training and experience with sword and footwork. Capable of ranging for miles without his horse, the man still runs rather often out of principle; he does not want to be fat, the epitome of the lazy. With longer hair, dark and curled, and some facial hair which is really rather hard to get, Ladislas takes some pride in his appearance.
Character Biography:
Born to a noble family, well-to-do in Boutx, Ladislas was, as a child, of the more adventurous sort. Before he was to be shackled down by the greater hordes of tutors and the like, the young boy roamed the streets rather easily, albeit along with a bodyguard close at hand. However, it wasn’t really to be that Ladislas would go on some adventure as one might read about in absurd writings; he was of the sort to obey what he was told. However, these incursions into the more real world provided him with a sense that the middle and lower classes were individuals whose work could be, in one way or another, appreciated. It provided him with a rare gift of thinking that they were people.

As he was tutored, Ladislas would refine this idea, the idea that the people themselves could have some measure of ability beyond what they currently had, in secret. He was well aware that if such a thing was found his parents would disapprove and such a thing could not be allowed to happen. It was simply unacceptable towards the young boy, to feel that emotion, and yet he still carried-on, writing down his thoughts if they were important enough. He knew that, perhaps, it would hold some importance.

Ladislas would join the Army, enrolling from the age of 13 in the Military Academy in Pentraz. The move was quite jarring, as the city lay upon the very border of the Duchy, though it provided good for him. He would meet many independent spirits, especially some who were sent to the Academy not due to family ties but due to monetary reasons, and this gave the young man several convictions. Upon graduating the Academy at aged eighteen, he would be declared as a Second Lieutenant in II Legion, stationed in the North.

Participating in several attacks on raiding camps towards the north of the Duchy, Ladislas would come upon the most interesting event of his life when, for one of the few times recorded in the Duchy’s history, a frostling would be seen. In fact, several dozen were seen in the middle of the winter, sharpening their icen axes and speaking in the tones of glaciers, grinding through syllables. He and his warband, twenty total, let pause and prepared themselves, readying the most obvious of weapons, fire. Ambushing the frostlings, fire and flame let-loose from ever bow and every spear alight, the battle was one he would not forget. Ladislas was the only one who lived.

Following this achievement, he would be hailed as a hero, though the young man felt himself entirely undeserving. Having returned to the city of Arbigieu, Ladislas would be face-to-face with the unfortunate issues at home: Starvation and a failing Lord. At the time, the trade routes to the more capable cities were cut-down due to a landslide, the rationing failing due to thieves breaking into the granary and stealing a large portion of the bread, selling it away in the alleyways, the fields picked clean long prior. The riots began, there, and Ladislas would be one of the many called upon to keep order. It was a bloody day for the city and the man, now, has no stomach to remember it.

Since then, Ladislas has performed several attacks on barbarian tribes to the north along with a naval expedition to the southern tribes, across the sea, before running for and gaining election in the city of Boutx. How he did win is unknown, as the man ran off of presumably a military pension, which is not that much to gain votes with. Rumors swirl just enough these days.

Nation Name: Duchy Of Sans-Marseilles
Liege: N/A
Rank: Aîné
Landed Titles: Lord of Sabayan, Lord of Jou-Son Ardannes
Honorary Titles: N/A
Titular Titles: Lord of Boutx
Holding(s) description: Sabayan, Jou-Son Ardannes
Vassals:
Freux:
Louis Jeannepard - Freux de Sabayan
Anne-Marie Regnard - Freux de Jou-Son Ardannes
Pair de la Cour:
Marion Beaubois
Population in Territory: 13,500
Approximate Levy Size: 4,000
Retinues: 20
Mercenary (ies): 0

RP Sample:
Days Gone By
The Masquerade: City of Angels

Character Development

Personal Effects
Acquired Skills: Summoning/Necromancy
Mastery Level of Skills: Etherian, Ethus III
Equipment/Important personal items:
Chainmail Haubergeon
Le Guide Essentiel du Magicien, Third Edition, 640 Pages
Une Introduction sur les Morts, Eighth Edition, 239 Pages
Les Calculs d'Edwin-Archer sur la Théorie Magique, Second
Edition, 920 Pages
Acquired Magical Items:
Le Coeur Doré; A shining gem necklace, this item pulses
with energy and is seen to help with the focus of the user. Of
course it might just do only that: pulse with energy. At the
moment, well, it was a gift from a rather tasteless courtier but
still an item of interest.
Casting Chain; A long chain with engravings upon every link,
this item aids her with the more arduous tasks such as that of
bringing the dead under her control.

Nationstates Nation: Ormata
Character Name: Marion Beaubois
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 17
Character Birth Place: Chaumes, Duchy of Sans-Marseilles
Character Physical Description:
Standing at just 5’2”, Marion is not at all a tall individual to whom physique is everything. In fact, despite her stay within the more rich echelons of society within the Duchy, she still has that little bit of look from being a peasant upon the fields. Her hair is inevitably not up to the standards of those about her, short at her shoulder and the color of oak, and Marion has a permanent look of mild disdain or, towards some, disgust. Her skin is tanned from long hours outside, working alongside coroners and priests to discern some finer points in the Art, to pass a test, things of those natures, though her strength does not really reflect this. From her upper body there are still some dregs of musculature from her days as a farmer, swept away from the life of study, and that same thing can be said of her lower body strength.
Character Biography:
Born along the periphery of the Duchy, Marion’s parents were both farmers of the poorer type, growing wheat and hoping that the tribals wouldn’t come. Her early memories are filled with points where they came from the savannah, came over the grassy plains on their strange mounts that never were horses but always nearly so, yelping their cries and loosing their arrows, and the citizenry loosing their own arrows in return from behind ramparts, built in the streets with the caravan from yesterday or built between the homes with the handcart from last night’s work and some extra padding from clothing. There were a few memories that don’t involve the tribals with their strange cloth and strange talk, happy memories of playing, perhaps, moments in life that just stay there.

That would end, of course. She turned older and was put to work in the fields, reaping wheat with a blade and stacking the damn things. It was hard work, hard work that her parents did and her brothers did too, and they would always keep their eyes open. They always knew that the tribes might come from over the hills to attack rapidly, though after a longer period in Marion’s life, the raids grew less and less common. Perhaps the tribals were fighting amongst themselves? Perhaps, maybe, they had given-up? A good few of the more hopeful citizenry wished for these better things, wished that the fighting would simply go away and that they wouldn’t have to worry.

At aged eleven, however, Marion would find that this was not the case. The tribals struck rapidly, the family not even having the time to grab a spear or bow before the mounted bastards were upon them. She saw her brothers cut down by the sword, saw the home burnt-down with her mother still inside it. Then, she and two others were taken away, kicking, screaming, and very well alone. To this day, Marion doesn’t quite know what they were planning on doing, from simple ransom to something else, though her mind filled with those stories of something else. The tribals easily became targets, long before, for stories to be spread about them, from cannibalism to Dark One worship. She was, to put it mildly, terrified, and the first night there she sobbed incoherently.

For a week she was held captive and while those conditions were by no means barbaric they did at least terrify her still. What were they planning, that question always came to her, with how they were treating her in that state. Perhaps it was a simple hostage-taking, where they wanted money for her release? But no, that couldn’t be; being poor was like that. Things didn’t work out as being a hostage issue for a poor person. Marion prayed in silence, each night, until it was the end of the week and a being came into the tent she was held.

It had no face, just a simple mask, and just a black cloak about it’s body, and the being asked if she wished for help, said that it liked her and her kind and hated for such things to happen to such people, interesting and enterprising. Marion was confused, yet perhaps the being would help said a little whisper, and she said yes. This being, of course, was a Daemon, and in the space of an hour, in the middle of the night, the entire camp was dead. Upon her return with the Daemon, found upon the short journey to be named Thuku, she was questioned by how, precisely, she made it away alive, and was tested by several Magi who found it best to keep her in the city and to train her. She has continued ever since.
Nation Name: Duchy of Sans-Marseilles
Liege: Ladislas Allais
Rank: N/A
Landed Titles: N/A
Honorary Titles: Pair de la Cour (Peer of the Court)
Titular Titles: N/A
Holding(s) description: N/A
Vassals: N/A
Population in Territory: N/A
Approximate Levy Size: N/A
Retinues : 4
Mercenary (ies): N/A

RP Sample:
Days Gone By
The Masquerade: City of Angels

by **New Minahasa** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 6:14 am

Taggity.

by **Benuty** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 7:09 am

Have an idea that might after all this time be useful so consider this more than a tag.

by **Rygondria** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 7:13 am

Could i use the Venezian people but due to a recent revolt by a unpaid mercenary company has straddled them with a Despot with intentions of using the city as a starting ground of forging his own kingdom.

by **Lunas Legion** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 8:16 am

Tagging, might go Moon Elves again, or maybe Athae or Numera.

by **Arengin Union** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 8:30 am

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by **The Clockwork Cities** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 8:46 am

Tag, may do a theocratic state of sorts.

by **Shadowwell** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 9:11 am

by **Beiarusia** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 9:24 am

I'll maybe have an app up later today.

by **The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 9:25 am

Working on an app of my own!

by **Ulls** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 9:27 am

Tag, are there any transformation artifacts or could I make one up to search for my particular character?

by **The National Dominion of Hungary** » Mon Oct 09, 2017 10:34 am

Wall of text has been deployed.

Good to see this RP back Imperial.

Character Development
Nationstates Nation: Your friendly nighbourhood NDH.
Character Name: Natalia Elysa Kazanowska.
Character Race: Human. (Lechyan)
Character Age: 73
Character Birth Place: Rostocki Palace, City of Bolasgrad.
Character Physical Description or Image: Tzarina Natalia
Character Biography: The firstborn of Tzar Borys the Great, she was raised by her father to make sure his work continued after he was gone. She was given the very best tutors a Tzar's wealth could buy and was schooled in geography, history, mathematics, stewardship, theology, philosophy and courtly graces. She grew up to be a statesman, not a warrior or general and so she continued the reclamation of the west through her agents and generals, leading from the back instead of from the front like her father used to do. This, however, does not mean she cares little for her Tzardom. Indeed, this simply reflects the personality of the Tzarina, as Natalia is a stern yet caring ruler whose drive is to simply improve the power of her realm against those that might seek to topple it. She has ruled the Tzardom for decades, rebuilding and reclaiming, and even though she is old and infirm, her mind and tongue are as sharp as ever. Tzarina Natalia rarely shies from stating her opinion. She is described as a wizened, cunning and fearsome old harridan with a wicked wit and a sharp tongue. She married Prince-Consort Pavel Wasielewski at age 22 and had three sons with him. Her youngest son Prince Rajmund was killed fighting goblins while leading a banner of Knights in the foothills of the Ice Fangs. Tzarina Natalia has eight grandchildren, ten if counting Prince Kazimir's bastards.

The Lineage
Character Dynasty/House/Clan: Royal House of Kazanowski
Family/Dynasty/House Sigil or Banner: A shield parted in four with two golden chalices and two roaring bears on a dark red field.
Origin of the Family/Dynasty/House: House Kazanowski are the Royals of Lechya, descended from the bloodline of the ancient Shaman-Queen who led the Lechyans to the homeland that they live in today.
Character Dynastic History: Having ruled the realm since it's creation through both ages of gold and ages of ash, a House that has provided great rulers and poor rulers. They are firmly committed to Lechyan traditions and the Lechyan way of doing things, the House has a general history of producing capable, learned statesmen and skilled generals. They tend to value education and religion and are deeply ingrained with the realm they rule over, having ruled over it for centuries. Tzarina Natalia is the latest in the long line of monarchs descended from the Shaman-Queen of ancient past.

Personal Effects
Acquired Skills: Statesmanship, Intrigue, Speechcraft.
Mastery Level of Skills: Master Statesman, Master Intrigue, Adept Speechcraft.
Equipment/Important personal items: NA
Acquired Magical Items: The Deadfrost, an ancient warblade of unknown origins, wielded by the Shaman-Queen many centuries ago, still wickedly sharp and imbued with icy magic.
The Icecrown, the Lechyan crown of silver and white gold. It was imbued with magic by the Shaman-Queen herself so that "she would be there to protect her descendants."

Character Development
Nationstates Nation: NDH
Character Name: Prince Dalimir Pavel Kazanowski
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 41
Character Birth Place: Frozen Citadel, City of Visegrad
Character Physical Description or Image: Prince Dalimir
Character Biography: The firstborn son of Tzarina Natalia and Prince-Consort Pavel, Dalimir was raised to rule, his mother attempted to give him the same start in life as she had, sadly, it did not quite work out. He is not a great statesman, and not a great battle commander. He is not even a good horse rider, something the people of Lechya, high or low mock him for behind his back while jesting that when he is crowned he will have to be crowned sitting as he is to fat to kneel long enough for the whole ceremony. He is an indulgent man, and as long as the roast suckling pigs are delivered to his table he is happy as could be. He does however have some sense of honor and duty in him, mostly to his children as he has been a loving, yet stern father. Grooming his two sons and two daughters into much greater monarch material than he ever was, partially with the aid of his younger brother with whom he has a decent relationship.

The Lineage
Royal House of Kazanowski
Family/Dynasty/House Sigil or Banner: A shield parted in four with two golden chalices and two roaring bears on a dark red field.
Origin of the Family/Dynasty/House: House Kazanowski are the Royals of Lechya, descended from the bloodline of the ancient Shaman-Queen who led the Lechyans to the homeland that they live in today.
Character Dynastic History (History of your family): Having ruled the realm since it's creation through both ages of gold and ages of ash, a house that has provided great rulers and poor rulers. They are firmly committed to Lechyan traditions and the Lechyan way of doing things, the House has a general history of producing capable, learned statesmen and skilled generals. They tend to value education and religion and are deeply ingrained with the realm they rule over, having ruled over it for centuries. Tzarina Natalia is the latest in the long line of monarchs descended from the Shaman-Queen of ancient past, Prince Dalimir stands second in line to the throne.

Personal Effects
Acquired Skills: Statesmanship, Scholarship.
Mastery Level of Skills: Apprentice Statesmanship, Apprentice Scholarship.
Equipment/Important personal items: None
Acquired Magical Items: Ring of the Tzarevicz, a magical ring created by an enchanter whose name is lost in time. It has been traditionally worn by the heirs of the Lechyan throne for three centuries.

Character Development
Nationstates Nation: NDH
Character Name: Prince Kazimir Serwacy Kazanowski
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 38
Character Birth Place: Frozen Citadel, City of Visegrad
Character Physical Description or Image: Prince Kazimir
Character Biography: The second son of the Tzarina but far back in the line of succession due to his elder brother's four trueborn children. He is a much more stereotypical Lechyan than his elder brother, he is firm and decisive and he is the kind of man who, when hit, makes a sound suggesting he was forged of steel and not molded of flesh and bone. Married for a short time to Lady Katarin of House Rozwadowski and had one child with her. Lady Katarin died giving birth to their daughter Kazzandra. He is a man of many talents as a ruler, a skilled general and administrator with a powerful charisma, many believe it will be him who will rule the realm behind the curtains as his older brother sits and eats in the halls of the Winter Palace. He has not remarried, but has caused some scandal when it was revealed that the two children of Lady Olga Ulanowski are probably his children and not the children of the old Posadnik Ulanowski. He is very concerned for his daughter who has grown up into a pretty young woman but after a series of unfortunate evens in her childhood is mentally degraded by trauma.

The Lineage
Royal House of Kazanowski
Family/Dynasty/House Sigil or Banner: A shield parted in four with two golden chalices and two roaring bears on a dark red field.
Origin of the Family/Dynasty/House: House Kazanowski are the Royals of Lechya, descended from the bloodline of the ancient Shaman-Queen who led the Lechyans to the homeland that they live in today.
Character Dynastic History (History of your family): Having ruled the realm since it's creation through both ages of gold and ages of ash, a house that has provided great rulers and poor rulers. They are firmly committed to Lechyan traditions and the Lechyan way of doing things, the House has a general history of producing capable, learned statesmen and skilled generals. They tend to value education and religion and are deeply ingrained with the realm they rule over, having ruled over it for centuries. Tzarina Natalia is the latest in the long line of monarchs descended from the Shaman-Queen of ancient past, Prince Dalimir stands second in line to the throne., Prince Dalimir stands second in line to the throne. He and his brother have a decent relationship.

Personal Effects
Acquired Skills: Swordsmanship, Polearms, Equestrian, Statesmanship, Military Command, Speechcraft.
Mastery Level of Skills: Master Swordsmanship, Adept Polearms, Master Equestrian, Adept Statesmanship, Master Military Command, Adept Speechcraft.
Equipment/Important personal items: The Red-and-Black, the ancient war banner of House Kazanowski, able to instill bravery in Lechyan warriors when the battle seems dire.
Acquired Magical Items: NA

Nation Name: The Tzardom of Lechya

Ruler: Her Majesty Tzarina Natalia II of House Kazanowski.

Government Type: Feudal Monarchy, though it has undergone substantial centralization over the last century.

Government Hierarchy: Power rests solely in the ruling monarch and descends from the throne. The Tzardom of Lechya is ruled by a hereditary monarch who ascends to the throne by birthright. Beneath them is an aristocratic hierarchy of landed nobles whose commoner subjects owe their fealty to in exchange for protection and support in times of war, famine and other things while the Lord raises taxes from the commoners living in his demesne. In exchange for their lands and titles the nobles are obliged to uphold the realm's laws in their demesne, raise troops and march to war alongside the Tzar/Tzarina in times of war and to pay a portion of the taxes they raise from their lands further to the crown. A budding bureaucracy made up of lower nobility and clergy aid the monarch in administration of the Royal Crownlands.

As a nation ever at war with the horrors that creep from the Ice Wastes of Laemon, be they Wild Men, Undead, Frostlings or Ice Devils. This political climate often means that the common folk put up with new taxes, rather than risk weakening their defenses, but it can also lead to the nobility withdrawing unpopular taxes, as discontent among the common folk makes for less effective warriors. This political climate ensures a mutual dependence of cooperation between various feuding nobles and has along with the cultural attitude highly based on the concepts of duty and honor have resulted in the fact that since it's founding, the Tzardom has not yet been embroiled in a truly major civil war. Beyond the noble families the Abbey and the Ice Witches´Coven are important political forces in the realm.

Formation: Officially formed August 21'st 73 AL with the official coronation of Queen Sabryna I.

Succession Laws: Primogeniture.

Gender Laws: Males and females have equal inheritance rights and property rights. Men are however generally viewed as more capable than women in almost every field excluding magic and thus women are generally not pushed as hard to achieve and improve themselves and their circumstances by parents and family as men are.

Geographic territory: The Tzardom of Lechya as added on the map.

Population: Approx 2.5 million.

Military Strength: 65 300 Troops.

The military is organized in a system of feudal levies, comprised of forces derived from tributary vassals. The governing body does not suffer direct financial loss except in the case of the Tzar's own troops, as the military is funded by the tributary lords, who are still required to pay a static monetary tribute. Mobilization time is moderate. However, vassals are more likely to withdraw their support or perhaps even rebel in the event of strings of military defeats, protracted, unpopular warfare, or an illegitimate or incompetent ruler ascending to the throne. The Lechyan military is highly focused around cavalry and both the Lechyans and Ungols cultivate a proud cavalry tradition. The Lechyans mostly provide the famed Knights and Winged Lancers while the Ungols fight as skilled light cavalry and horse archers. While the 'Hammer' of the Lechyan Army is it's cavalry, the 'Anvil' are the infantry. These infantrymen are composed of various troops, from heavily armored men-at-arms employed by the nobility to medium infantry fielded by city and village muster and light infantry compsed of drafted levies. Archers and crossbowmen can be either be professional men-at-arms or drafted levies. As Lechyia has no coastline, it also has no navy and focuses all military resources solely on it's army.

The Tzarina's Own: Or Tzar's Own, depending on the ruling monarch are the personal guard of the monarch and their immediate family, made up of the most skilled and most loyal Knights in the realm. These men have mastered not only horse riding but also the art of using many different melee weapons in combat. They are often manned by the younger sons of the greatest noble Houses in Lechya, and many third, fourth and fifth sons of the Lechyan aristocracy practice and train all their days and night in hope to be selected to this prestigious unit, often taking it as an opportunity to try and outshine their elder brothers. 300 men.

Knights: Lechyan Knights have a reputation for being dour, honor-bound and very skilled mounted warriors. Heavily armored shock cavalry that rides into battle with lances to break the enemy army while the infantry keeps them tied in combat. When the situation demands it, the Knights can also dismount and fight as heavy infantry. The knights favor the lance and the longsword above other weapons, but when fighting on foot, warhammers and poleaxes are highly popular. They carry either full-plate armor if wealthy or plate-and-mail if poorer. 5000 men.

Winged Lancers: The lancers are a medium shock force drawn from the sons of wealthy commoners. Mounted on lightly armored horses and clad in half plate armor with iconic helmets and even more iconic wings strapped to the back of their ciurasses. Armed with lance and saber they charge with as much force as Knights, yet they are not as strong in prolonged combat as knights. This is chock cavalry designed to break a wavering formation and they are know for many a brave charge against overwhelming odds and still carrying the day. But due to their wealthy upbringings and hot-headed behavior, they are often disdained by other common-born soldiers as nothing more than flashing flops. 8000 men.

Kozzars: Kozzar is the Ungol word for warrior, and they are drawn from those Ungol clans that have never settled down and still drive their great herds of cattle across the open plains. These men and women are born into the saddle and learn to shoot bows from horseback at an early age. Known as wolf-tough fighters, in times of war the Ungol chieftains ride with their warriors to answer the call of the Tzar and serve as fast scouts and horse archers armed with composite bows and sabres and clad in light leather armor, they are great archers but only mediocre melee fighters. 6000 men and women.

Strzelcy: These men are as close to a standing armed force that Lechya has. They are stationed in smaller squadrons posted at the castles and forts guarding the passes across the Ice Fangs, there they patrol back and forth, for the strongholds cannot watch over every pass and way through the mountains and it is the work of the strzelcy to find and slay those foul things that slip past unnoticed to burn, slay and pillage their Motherland. They are hardy, solemn warriors, every village and every farmstead burned, every family and caravan slaughtered they take as a personal failure and dishonor to their name. They are armed with spears, crossbows and a secondary weapon, often axe or saber and they are armored in leather and mail, while using horses they often fight on foot as well. 2000 men.

Men-at-Arms: These heavy infantry forces are the composed of both professionals and semi-professionals. They march into battle in leather-and-mail or plate-and-mail armor wielding weapons such as bardiches, halberds, mauls or warhammers. A strong, immovable object to lock the enemy in place while the cavalry maneuvers around the battlefield. They are not prone to retreating and are known as tough, determined and deeply honor-bound warriors, eager to prove that the honor of a baseborn soldier is as true as that of a noble knight. 10 000 men.

Harcownicy: Medium infantry clad in leather-and-mail or scale armor and wielding swords and axes but also composite bows. They are skilled melee fighters but only mediocre bowmen. The first Harcownik regiments were raised by the Northern Voivodes to guard the castles along the Ice Fangs but the formation has since spread and they are now the most common garrison forces and city guards throughout Lechya. They fill a tactical niche between the Men-at-Arms and the Levies and are quite adept at keeping order among the general populace. 6000 men.

Levies: These troops are either volunteers or press-ganged men who are mobilized, armed and trained when war is all but imminent to add extra weight to the army. They are armed with either spears and shields, bows or crossbows. They are armored in brigandines or padded cloth. Their main objective is to act as missile troops and spearmen supporting the main line of heavy infantry. While these men are not fighters and wish to go home more then anything. A wish to not disgrace their names will generally keep them fighting alongside the rest of the army. They are not especially well-trained but when they lock shields, lower their spears and plant their feet on solid ground while thinking of the homes and families behind their backs, they can be hard to break. 28 000 men.

Mages: Wizards and more notably, the Ice Witches wielding the cold elements of Lechya serve in many noble courts around the realm as advisors and healers. In times of war, some of these magic users accompany their Lords to battle, utilizing their magical powers to support their army and to bring the wrath of the elements down upon the enemy. They form into small units, rarely more than twelve strong and move up and down the battle-lines wielding the icy magic of the land itself to defend it from it's enemies. The Ice Witches´ Coven has a long history in the realm and has been closely tied with the systems of governance for centuries, wielding their influence in the Tzardom. They work hard to keep the ancient places of power through which the land's icy magic flows pure and unspoiled, a goal that often goes hand in hand with that of the defense of the realm.

The Cheka: Lechyans may value honor, loyalty and honesty, but treachery is a daily fact of life in this realm as well. The chekists have a checkered past to say the least. They are the secret police of the Kazanowski's but their existence is no secret as the have many open members, but also many spies searching for signs of treason and opposition toTzarina Natalia's rule. Founded in 432 AL by Tzar Swiatoslaw III, the chekists are by royal decree infallible in their interpretation of the law. Whatever they say the law is, is the law, and the penalties they select are always appropriate to the crime in question. Their reputation is mixed as depending on the monarch, they have been dutiful constables rooting out criminals and upholding the law of the realm, and men of bloody death squads terrorizing the people into compliance with a ruling tyrant and everything in between. They operate from their main headquarters, the feared Lubiankow Prison in Visegrad.

Currency: Golden Grzywnas, Silver Sztukas and Copper Miedzaks. Ten Sztukas make a Grzywna and fifty Miedzaks a Sztuka.

The Tzardom of Lechya was founded in 73AL, when the Lechyi tribes conquered modern-day Lechya from the Ungols who had lived there before. It all began when the Lechyi were displaced from their homeland by the surge of the Voloryians, who drove these horse-riding, semi-nomadic people northward. For a few years they wandered the plains of Es, until the great drought. The cattle died, and when they did the Lechyi hunted the forests bare and fished the streams dry, then, they starved. They prayed to the Gods, for their plight was desperate. Vaemidia finally took pity on them and appeared before a lone shaman-priestess of a small Lechyi clan as she prayed by a lake. The Goddess promised her a home for her people if she swore to lead them north to this new land. The shaman, desperate to aid her people, readily agreed and was granted ancient, mystical and extremely potent magical powers after Vaemidia let her drink from her own chalice of water. With the Goddess' guidance, the shaman quickly mastered her new and great powers and used them to gather what she needed to fulfill her promise. With her will-power and powerful magic, she bound the disparate Lechyi Clans into a single people and placed herself above them as their Queen. With her people united and determined, the massive horde of horsemen raced northward, guided by the Shaman-Queen. In 64AL, they arrived in modern day Lechya, encamped at the shores of the Silvermere Lake, Vaemidia appeared before the Shaman-Queen once again as she prayed by the water and told her they had reached their home. The Shaman-Queen would not see the 'Lady of the Lake' for many years after that day.

The land they came to was a cold and harsh place they noticed, and it was already claimed by another group of horseriding people. The Ungols of ancient times have lived in this lands for several years, having fought and bled their blood and the blood of their sons to subjugate the Ropsmennr and Dolgans and live in this land. War broke out, each side refusing to back down, each convinced that their cause was just. But the Lechyi's skills in fighting from horseback was superior to that of even the Ungols. The Queen was also a sorceress of immense power. Soon, the Ungols were pushed back and gaining having an ever-lasting fear of the dreaded "Queen of the Southmen". The Queen continued her march of conquest against the Ungol tribes for several years, eventually leading her hosts towards the walls and gates of the Ungol bastion of Szarvard itself. Though mighty and powerful, the walls of this once powerful city were felled, the loss of Szarvard forcing the entirety of the Ungol people east across the river Atanos and the old city of Norvard. And so, in the year 73AL, with the Shaman-Queen being officially crowned as Queen of Lechyia on the shore Silvermere Lake of the while the capital city of Visegrad was being built, the Kingdom of Lechyia was formed. Shaman-Queen Sabryna did not live to see the nation she had built take shape, a few years after her coronation, in 78AL, she left the country, vanishing into the Ice Wastes of Leamon. The night she left she spoke only to her son Borszyslaw before disappearing, claiming that the Lady of the Lake had shown herself to her once again and shown her a vision of a terrible future approaching, and that she would one day be needed to save her people from extinction. Leaving her fearsome magical sword, the Deadfrost to her son she left and crossed the Ice Fang mountains, never to return.

Led by the young King Borszyslaw the Lechyans started building cities, towns and villages, abandoning their old semi-nomadic way of life. This was the formative period of the Lechya we know today, as the clans settled and started farming the land and rearing cattle, the old clan chieftains started turning into the foundation of the Lechyan aristocracy, the Abbey of the Lady and the Gods was officially formed and remains the official state religion of the Kingdom and the Code of Chivalry grew and shaped from ancient Lechyan warrior traditions mixed alongside the teachings of the Abbey, and was officially formalized and established under the rule of King Borszyslaw's son, Tzar Swiatoslaw. The Code of Chivalry is one of the most important aspects of Lechyan culture and society to this very day. King Borszyslaw's first act however, was another war against the Ungols. He marched his armies across the river towards Norvard, the last bastion of Ungol resistance against Lechyan dominance. Leading his host through the rocky hills, cold plains and small glades of the realm of Ungolov, his warriors began a campaign to solidify their hold on the eastern territories. Borszyslaw and his host eventually besieged and captured the capital city of Norvard, taking in in 100AL. Those Ungols that survived the bloody siege fled into the plains where they were ruthlessly hunted until finally their people had no choice but to accept the Lechyan rule over the land and assimilate into Lechyan society. Within a few years, the settlements of Norvad and Szarvard were rebuilt and began to grow in size once more. Szarvard grew rich and powerful due to the large influx of Ungols returning across the river to their once beautiful city and the heartlands of their old Kingdom to start life anew under Lechyan rule. The victory gave King Borszyslaw the title of Tzar, ever held by his descendants since then.

Since then people of Lechyan and Ungol blood-line intermingled, creating the society that many would view now as modern-day Lechya. Though the Ungols and Lechyans now mostly live in tranquil harmony, there is still a large division made between them that has shape the way their Tzardom is structured. The ruling elite, from whom the Royal family hails, are unsurprisingly all of Lechyan heritage, and their culture, language and customs dominate the Korona and Zarzecze regions. In the Kresy region however, the old heartland of the Ungol realm, there's been a resurgence in the old ways of life before the coming of the Lechyans. In fact, Szarvard has been reclaimed in large part by the old Ungol nobility and, in many ways, is a separate power on itself in the north. And while most Ungols have settled down and live as farmers or craftsmen, a good number still live in semi-nomadic clans driving great herds of cattle across the plains. The realm experienced a massive increase in trade and wealth as Tzar Swiatoslaw finished his Grand Highways, a network of well-maintained stone roads. A time of relative peace and prosperity reigned for centuries, though the peace part is a relative term. While not fighting in any major international conflict for centuries, this Tzardom stands at the northern frontiers of Human civilization, a land covered in cold, grassy plains, rocky hills, deep, dark, misty forests and thundering icy rivers. Where villages farm the land and raise livestock watched over by old castles rising from craggy hills while mighty cities rise from the landscape like great islands of brick and stone. The climate is harsh and unforgiving, and only the strongest, most determined people can survive here as Ice Devils, Wild Men and Undead from the Ice Wastes of Laemon come down the passes in the Ice Fang Mountains hungry for slaughter.

For generations the Lechyans have fought and bled in the cold north, for a country so close to the Ice Wastes, this is to be expected, but in the 620's AL, the raids grew more fearsome and numerous. Witches and Wizards throughout Lechya warned of a great gathering of undead, and perhaps even worse things in the Ice Wastes and Lord Regent Wieceslaw, of Prince Aleksey's Regency Council ordered the forts and castles occupying the southern ends of the mountain passes to be expanded and garrisoned with greater forces, each stronghold under the command of a March Boyar ordered to watch for any signs of a major incursion. Then, it began. In 631 a horde of Wild Men the size of which none had ever since marched through the Black Blood Pass, but in this horde, over half were not armed men of fighting age, most were women, children and elders, this was not an invasion, it was a great migration. Commander Mikhail Orlowski of Fort Wegorzewo refused to allow the Wild Men to pass, no matter how much they begged, how much they swore they would burn no villages on the other side. And so they were forced to storm the fortress, losing thousands of warriors and being slowed for weeks, allowing the great undead hordes pursuing them to catch up. Great was the slaughter.

The undead horde then marched toward the great Ungol city of Szarvard and put it to siege after slaughtering a small Lechyan detachment sent to stop them, underestimating the size and power of the horde. The undead besieged the city for most of 634 and for months they launched great assaults on the high walls. Yet the horror of the horde was met by the desperate ferocity of the defenders and time after time their assaults were repulsed by the desperate defenders and their deadly skill at arms. Yet, in the end, it would not be sword and spear that would spell the city's downfall, it would be something that the Lechyans saw and one of their greatest weapons against any invader, the Lechyan winter. The great city was filled to bursting with refugees from around the region and surviving wild men and it was soon incapable of feeding them, cut of from supplies after the surrounding farms and villages had been either abandoned, the population fleeing southeast across the river or were massacred by the undead. In the winter of 626, the city fell, and over 85 000 men, women and children died and the undead ran amok in the city streets. After the fall of Szarvard the undead hordes spread chaos in misery in northern Lechya, and the west was struck by Frostlings who decimated mining towns and villages at the foot of the western Ice Fangs before retreating with the snows in spring. The Undead did not retreat in the spring.

Tzar Aleksey, recently crowned after coming of age called his most able generals and ordered them to undertake a Great Purge, the banners were called and foreign mercenaries were hired. The First Purge lasted until 648 when the undead were mostly destroyed. By then most of the Kresy region was a warswept wasteland, it's towns and cities turned to ruins and it's populations either massacred or fled to the southern and eastern parts of the realm. Lechya had six years to catch it's breath, and in 654 a titanic Frostling horde erupted from the Ice Fangs. The Lechyans fought bravely, but the horde was to powerful, and soon, another great migration took place as the population of the west fled in panic to the eastern parts of the realm across the river Atanos while the armies of Lechya fought a rearguard action to make sure as many as possible would have a chance to escape across the river. The Royal Court relocated from Visegrad to Bolasgrad as the capital is abandoned. The Shadow War raged on the banks of the river Atanos for years, the Lechyans unwilling give an inch of ground, yet the Frostling never stopped coming, they never stopped killing. In 661 they broke the Lechyan lines and laid siege to Bolasgrad. The city walls stood high and proud, and the city's defenders hurled back their attacks time and again with desperate heroics for months.

After the Frost King's death in the Battle of Valtmeris, an elven relief force marched with all haste to Bolasgrad in order to break the siege of the city. Upon their arrival at the outskirts of the city, they saw it besieged by the Frostling horde with only a few detachments of Lechyans desperately fighting to keep the enemy at bay while a larger Lechyan army outside the encirclement tried to break the siege. The elven relief force linked up with the remnants of the Lechyan army and attacked the besieging frostlings whose lines began to waver as grim-faced Valtmari and Lechyan soldiers drove a wedge deep into the enemy ranks. Just when the Frostling hordes began to buckle by this sudden assault they used their greater numbers to encircle the combined Valtmari-Lechyan army and the relief force began to get bogged down by the greater number of their enemy. On the city walls, the battle between the Frostlings and the Relief Army was seen by the Lechyan defenders. Three thousand men broke out of the city gates in an attempt to try and reach the Relief Force, but they were beaten back. Only half of their numbers returning to the beleaguered city.

When it seemed that all hope was lost to the defenders of the city, the Knights of the Twilight Fortress appeared on the horizon and launched a devastating attack borne of hatred upon the Frostling horde. Watching the enemy suddenly broken by the appearance of further reinforcements, The commanders of the relief force spurred their men on to one last herculean effort to relieve the city. Seeing that the forces of Order had gained some momentum, the gates of Bolasgrad were opened and the Lechyans spilled forth to slam into the Frostling army from yet another flank. Caught between three separate offensives on every side, the Frostling horde slowly disintegrated, and a mass route soon ensured. The plains of the city grew thick with Frostling blood and bodies as the Lechyans brought dire hatred upon those that has destroyed their beloved homeland. The remnants of the horde fled back to the north and were ruthlessly hunted and slaughtered all the way back across the Ice Fangs while another Lechyan force joined in the battle of Palan's Landing. The Shadow War was over, but in the books written by Lechyan scholars of history, it would always be known as The Great Slaughtering.

By 663 the nation was in complete ruins with as much as a third of it's population massacred between 631 and 663. For more then thirty years this dire state of affair has lasted, with Tzar Bartosz I, son of Kazzandra not having enough power, wealth, or even having the sense of duty to reconstruct all that which his forefathers had worked so hard to achieve. His daughter, Tzarina Rebeka II even turned into a dreaded vampire, terrorizing Bolasgrad and became forever known as the Bloody Tzarina. Until she was slain in 685 by her own son, Tzar Borys IV, who was the Tzar that Lechya needed now more than ever. Borys was a fiery, passionate warrior who took up arms and ensured the safety of his people by doing a systematic campaign of purgings throughout the lands west of the river Atanos, as it was infested with Goblin and Oguin tribes who had once hid in the deepest, darkest ends of the forests but now emerged as the people were either dead or fled and the Frostlings that prowled in the winter.

Borys continued this work his entire reign, emptying the treasures of his own House to rebuild the Lechyan armies, hire mercenaries and rebuild bridges, roads, and towns. Though it almost bankrupted his family, and several other noble families in the bargain, Tzar Borys is remembered today as Borys the Great and his reign will be forever remembered for his driving spirit and eagerness to reclaim the lands that had become the domains of Goblins, Oguins and other foul creatures, driving them away to the refugees that crowded the eastern parts of the realm could finally go back and rebuild their ancestral homes. When Borys the Great died in 732, his daughter Natalia was crowned Tzarina Natalia II, she continued the work of her father and finally reclaimed all the Tzardom of Lechya, her Knights driving almost all of the last Goblins and Oguins deep into the woods and up into the mountains. She rules with a cold majesty, beloved by her subjects and feared by her enemies as she continued in the great efforts rebuilding the realm and once again, prosperity returned to the realm.

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