The world as most know it is in turmoil. From the freezing winds of the Nordlands to the tropical climes of the Gulfmen, worrying rumors abound. Rumors of war, of a Two-Headed Wolf, of forces across the freezing Easter Sea, of men long thought dead returning to reclaim what was once theirs. Most sensible men dismiss these as the talk of sailors, peasants, and the superstitious, but there are a few who believe them. Chief among them is the Duc de Terreneuve, who has sent his great fleet across the Easter Sea to learn of these so-called "Brythons." His fellow Nordlanders have dubbed him 'the Mad,' for no ship has ever crossed the Easter Sea and lived to tell the tale, but the Duc believes that if he can learn of these Brythons, and their mystical land of Albys, he could perhaps stand a chance of surviving the coming storm, if the talk of sailors is to be believed.
In the South, the burgeoning Confederacy of the Neurld faced threats both internal and external. The current Emperor, Maxwell II Rothschild, won the election by a mere two votes, and so his rival, the self-proclaimed Emperor Clark IX Tennesley, has roused his supporters to rebellion. As the Confederacy deals with a civil war, Lonestar raiders under the Texarkan king, Bartolmew Beckett, have crossed the Confederate border into the Grand Duchy of Misasipye, wreaking havoc across the fertile fields and towns. Even the great city of Saint Lewis, old even before the Collapse, is under threat.
Farther West, the people sing praises to the Seraph, the Heavens, and to the line of Nortonid, who trace their lineage to the first Emperor of Calif, Norton I. The current Son-of-the-Seraph, Celestial Zophar 'the Magnificent,' rules the Heavenly Empire of Calif with a firm hand, yet beneath the calm exterior, Calif is in turmoil. To the South, the revanchist Empire of Mexica, under Emperador Zipactonal Coaqui, seeks to bring the rowdy Lonestar tribes to heel, while even farther South, a great jaguar sleeps.
Rising amongst the ruins of the fallen Union of Northemeria, the great maritime republics of Neuangla hold the ears of king and emperor alike. The greatest of these, the Serene Archate of Neuyore, is where the Blood of Old Northemeria still runs thick, and names like Roseavelt, Clinetoon, Barocke, and more still hold sway. It is here where the Aekademi of the Olurld is situated, which studies the possible existence of the Olurld, which is mentioned many times in antediluvian works, especially ones by the great Gaemes Worshop, who most historians have credited with writing most of what is known about the Olurld. It is here where the tongue of the Old Northemerians is still spoke, Anglith, and to speak the Common Tongue is to be treated as scum.
And lastly, we journey to the Sea of Eyrie, where the rising power of the Kingdom of the Cleave rules. Holding land from the Ilynoi Marches to the border of the Nordlands, the Kingdom of the Cleave has been ruled by House Hexos for the last century. Situated in the ancient city of Cleaven, the current ruler of the Cleave, King Bismaric III, seeks to expand his territory, and has recently sent his twin children, Prince Lykos and Princess Lupa, to harass the border villages of the Pensigreik in preparation for the main force. Yet King Bismaric III does not lack for enemies, and his half-brother, Ottaker, has managed to rouse the various jarls and petty kings of Mikag to war, and has had himself proclaimed Iskonge of Mikag, and prepares to march his Mikager host to war. In the Wolf Court itself, Bismaric's brother-in-law, Lord Peremyr Nikraski of Chikagoe, seeks to restore the ancient line of Nikraski to the Chikagoen throne, and will most likely make a move against House Hexos if Bismaric marches to war.
It is a horrid time to live in Northemeria, with such conflict brewing just on the horizon. But if the rumors are true, can the lords of Northemeria put aside their differences to throw the men across the waters back into the sea, or will they drown in their own hubris? Only time will tell, and the wills of men.
Hello, and welcome to my RP, the Wolf and the Eagle! This takes place in a post-apocalyptic world that has been thrown back into the dark ages. Confederate knights ride through the ruins of Gettysburg, Richmond, and Atlanta, misinterpreting the few elligeble artifacts for symbols of the American people, who they call the Northemerians. Much has been forgotten, including the English language, with only the patricians of Neuangla still speaking the old language, which they call Anglith. You play a peasent, nobleman, lord, raider, explorer, slaver, patrician, or anything you can think of. Be it a Mikag vikun or a Calif legionnaire, as long as you possess the skill you can do it. And so, onto the rules.
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Nationality: (delete everything but the one you choose) Southron (Confederacy), Cleaveman, Neuyoren, Gulfman, Nahua, Califan, Texarkan, Mikager, Nordlander (French-Canadian), Lonestar, Lewisian (Cajun), Pensdeutch (German-American), Ilynoi (Greek-American), Chikagoen (Polish-American)
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