White Spring [PT & FanT | OPEN] (OOC | Sign-Ups)

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Sat Dec 20, 2025 7:47 pm

SPRING FORTH
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The wolves howl for war. First Spring, 1333 ARE; Padavian Bial. It has been a year since the end of Olga's disastrous campaign against the Luzterrians. As the illusion of Padav's claim to being the "Bastion against the White Giants" begins to fade, the nations of Tavela have begun to challenge their imperial dominance. To meet the needs of the Padavian war machine, they bleed Bial dry of her wealth, her industry, and her sons. The wolves may howl for war, but the sons of the White Spring cry out for freedom!

THE STORY SO FAR

For 1,500 years, the sorcerer-kings of the Luzterrian Empire had terrorized the world. Up to fifteen feet tall with skin as pale as death, many called them the White Giants. They wielded foul sorcery and commanded vast armies of monstrous thralls, ravaging the many lands as they extracted tribute for their gods, the Sevorim in the form of human sacrifices. And in their way, the Saints wielded divine miracles as they led the Free Nations of Man in holy war against the White Giants.

Among the holy orders that arose to take up this holy struggle, was the Badawi Regiment. Once nomadic warriors who were driven out from their homeland by the Luzterrian conquests, before banding together under the leadership of St. Moavea to beat back Luzterrian expansion in the Battle of the Wolves in 658 ARE. From that victory, their successors forged an empire to rival the Luzterrians—The Padavian Empire. And for centuries thereon forth, they were the Bastion of the Wolves. The Bastion Against the White Giants.

But then, man began to burn fires that not even magic could match. Steam bellowed from chimneys, steel hammered against steel, engines hummed, bullets piled, ironclads and dreadnoughts set sail, and man began to fly as birds flew. All the while, Luzterria royal houses Dyran and Vysan had begun to tear apart their own empire in a fierce competition for the throne. With the industrial revolution in full swing and man manufacturing enough weapons to block out Luzterrian skies, and the Luzterrian Empire in civil war; it seemed as if the looming threat of the White Giants was growing ever more a distant memory…And the more pressing reality of the Padavian Empire pressed clearer into view.

Because of that, the sins of Padav are being laid bare. For centuries, the Padavian Empire has used its status as “Bastion Against the White Giants,” self-proclaimed defender of the Free Nations of Man and the Holy City of Echeram, to avoid repercussions and crush resistance as they agressively expanded their empire and exploited their subjects. They had already begun to encroach upon Tavela and Asvatia, conquering and subjugating Bial and Hadria, expanding their sphere of influence across Hernland and Lenria, and bullying Saydland and Nahria.

To preserve their fading image and allay growing tensions with the nations of Tavela and Asvatia, the Padavian Empire had begun hosting saint-led campaigns into Luzterrian territory. Among these were the Doctorslayer campaigns led by Lenric adventurer Ysldvr a Kaerlamh, who formulated his “Doctorslayer Doctrine”; curbing the logistics of the Luzterrian Empire’s magic system by slaying all medical practitioners, midwives, pharmacists, and physicians in Luzterrian territory to deplete their supply of human sacrifices. But once the plague outbreaks began, they spread beyond the Luzterrian Empire’s borders, past Padav, and initiated a devastating plague pandemic. To delay crisis, Ysldvr a Kaerlamh was blamed as scapegoat but the damage had been done.

The last straw was the Violation of Olga. St. Olga of Kursemland had sought to liberate her homeland with the help of Padav, alongside her husband the Padavian furseon commander Valid Beyaz. A massive army enlisted to join her crusade, numbering in the hundreds of thousands. She was successful in her liberation of Varidistan and Kursemland, but her campaign was cut short in Hlosvyme—Whether by incompetence or sabotage for fear of Valid’s rising political influence in Padav, reinforcements and supplies never came, and St. Olga’s forces were overwhelmed by the Luzterrian prince Skudilasir the Vile. In a vile act of sadism and depravity, he violated Olga in front of her husband and troops, alchemically mutated and transformed her son Mahmud into a giant fetus-like thrall which became his favorite warmount, and sent Valid Beyaz and the survivors of the campaign as broken men.

Enough is enough. Surafia rose up in revolt decades earlier, and so Padav had already lost the Holy City of Echeram and their monopoly on saints to Suraf tribes led by their own St. Siraj Elie. Centuries of tensions boiling with the nations of Tavela and Asvatia erupted, and the nations of the Tavelan Coalition saw the time ripe for the opportunity to curb aggressive Padavian expansion into their lands. All the while, survivors of St. Olga’s campaign make their way through Padav, bringing with them proof of Padavian corruption and the intentional sabotage of St. Olga’s campaign. And the fathers and mothers of Bial, wives and brothers and sisters—They mourn the fallen sons of Bial. And as Padavian generals drive more sons of Bial to war against the neighboring nations of Tavela, and bleed its lands dry of wealth, using its factories to forge their warmachines—The people of Bial have had enough. Thus begins the White Spring.

RULES

Civility. Be courteous, mindful, and respectful.

Semi-open Setting.This means you can apply with your own nations from outside Orenas, but you can also apply for a nation within the world of Orenas. Some nations in Orenas available to take on for the RP include: Nasrelia, Nasiria, Askenland, Tavela, Rogant, Cunea, Nahria, Asvatia, Hadria, Gellidia, among others. As Nasrelia, Nasiria, and Hadria are Padavian provinces; those wishing to RP as these nations may RP as insurgent movements parallel to the White Spring Rebellion in Bial. You can also create your own

. Any land that is not colored in the official map, even if labeled, is unclaimed.

Sign-Up. You must apply and be accepted to join the RP. Members of Orenas do not have to sign up, but it would be appreciated as signing up helps keep the thread active.

Discord (Optional). Completely optional, but consider joining the discord so we can better coordinate the RP and so we can quickly answer any questions you have.

PT and FanT. The setting is an industrialized FanT world, so there are some slight FanT elements such as the Saints of Echeram and the Sorcerers of Luzterria and Iarn-Tor, but for this RP there is a heavier emphasis on the PT elements as the Luzterrian Empire is not present in this specific RP so it has been tagged as PT. FanT elements are still allowed in the form of saints, and in a special case the Sorcerers of Iarn-Tor. The tech-level is vaguely Interwar, between WW1 and WW2.

APPLICATION TEMPLATES

NATIONS

From the highest of empires, to the lowest of tribes-- Brotherhood and solidarity have forged complex organized societies across every part of the world. Some nations are ancient, descended from peoples that settled in the land long before the rise of the Luzterrian Empire. Some are young, formed from the mixture of different peoples that were relocated and resettled during the Luzterrian conquests and beyond, or formed by Holy Orders which established local regimes. Some are occupied by other nations, subject as vassals or colonies or tributaries, and some cry out for liberty and threaten to break away from their masters. All these polities set the stage and define the balance of power...

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PADAV
Bastion against the White Giants

The Padavian Stratocracy

Government Type : Military Dictatorship
Alignment : Padavian Empire
Leader(s):

Supreme Authority : Rajab Karpuz
Grand Jurist : Mustafa Kurt

Territorial Claim : Nasrelia, Rafidenia, Hadria, Vialistan, Varidistan, Nasiria, and parts of Surafia.
History : In 616 ARE, the Luzterrian Empire under Yskar Ovysanir the Great broke through Skander’s Wall and overran the New Cevalian Empire. The New Cevalian Empire had barely just recovered from a devastating civil war and was occupied in a war with the Sirajid Sharifate of Rafidenia when Yskar broke through. The Asinaic Steppe was swiftly overran, forcing waves of refugees into Cevalia and Rafidenia, bringing with them horrific tales of the Luzterrian advance. Several refugees from this expulsion would form what would later become the Badawi Regiment.

Following the Battle of the Wolves in 658 ARE, wherein St. Moavea and the Badawi Regiment decisively defeated the Luzterrians and halted their advance, the Badawi Regiment settled around Nasrelia and Rafidenia, founding what became the Padavian Stratocracy. They fashioned themselves as the bastion against Luzterrian expansion.

But as centuries passed, Padav abused this sacred trust to pursue imperial ambition, expanding into neighboring lands and extracting their wealth and prestige. With the advent of industrialization, the mostly agrarian Luzterrian Empire ceased to appear a significant threat. To restore its damaged legitimacy, the Padavian Stratocracy commissioned the Lenric commander Ysldvr a Kaerlamh, called the Doctorslayer, to lead a series of campaigns into Luzterria. At first victorious, Ysldvr penetrated deep into the Luzterrian Kingdom of Boren—but his policy of slaying physicians to disrupt the breeding population backfired. Disease spread not only among the “liberated” humans of Boren but also through Padavian camps.

Meanwhile, the Padavian Empire’s conquest of Echeram allowed it to monopolize the pilgrimage, thereby controlling which nations could ever produce saints. It also instituted policies of Padavization—assimilating and replacing native populations to curb nationalist sentiment. This tyranny provoked a massive coalition, primarily from the nations of the Tavelan Subcontinent, to rise in opposition, viewing Padav as an even greater threat than Luzterria itself.

HOLY ORDERS

The disciples of the Prophets and the followers of the Saints formed the first Holy Orders. These laymen have chosen to dedicate their lives to a greater cause guided by divine light and motivated by zealous fervor. These international organizations branded themselves as Holy Orders, and have led the struggle against the Luzterrian Empire for centuries alongside the Saints- But as victory followed, so did power and prestige; and with power and prestige, came greed and corruption...

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ORDER OF FALLEN SAINTS
Avenge the Martyrs

Order of Fallen Saints

Leader(s):

Arian Ysldvr : Arian Mab Ysldr a Kaerlamh is a descendant of Ysldvr "The Doctorslayer" a Kaerlamh who serves as the acting Grandmaster of the Order of Fallen Saints. Decades of failed campaigns, pyrrhic victories, and empty promises have rendered the Mab Ysldvr Clan in near-crippling debt- A fate which Arian has only managed to escape by climbing the ranks of the Order of Fallen Saints and securing patronage from Saybrook and Shimago. But time and money is running out, and his patrons are anxious to see results. At this point, only a holy war with brilliant success could save his estate, and that is what he intends to use his position in the Order for.
Adorabe : Adorabe Siraj is the half-giant son of the Surafian saint Siraj with a Darlumnir woman he brought home with him from Rendareskir and married. The ruling Tamrid sharifs who were related to the Sirajid clan feared Adorabe's influence as the child of a saint and prince of the Sharifate and thus exiled him from Surafia, citing his tainted Luzterrian heritage. To clear his name, Adorabe joined the Order of Fallen Saints in hopes of leading a campaign against the Luzterrian empire to prove his dedication to Taule Elarab. While he does not bear the silver hair, crimson red eyes, and pale white skin his mother's people are known for, he does stand much taller than most men though nowhere near as tall as pureblood Luzterrians.
Yanny : Born to a wealthy merchant family that bought their way into the Hernish aristocracy, Eanswythe Leodsige Hisamu married into the ruling clan of the Shimago Shogunate for power, wealth, and influence. To expand her family's martial prestige and to escape suspicions of infidelity, Yanny joined the Order of Fallen Saints and used her wealth to climb the ranks.
Clas : Niclas Hunta was a Hernish nobleman and knight of Eanswythe before joining the Order of Fallen Saints. He joined his mistress when she married into the Shogunate, and followed her into the Order of Fallen Saints, climbing the ranks alongside her, ever loyal.

Nation of Origin (If Available): None.
Nation of Patronage (If Available): Saybrook and Shimago.
History : The Order of Fallen Saints was established in the wake of the Doctorslayer Campaign after most other nations abandoned funding and support for campaigns against the Luzterrian Empire.

SAINTS

For centuries, the Saints of Echeram have been exemplars of Taule Elarab to all mankind and have led the holy struggle against the Luzterrian Empire. All saints are pious and godfearing believers of the doctrine of Taule Elarab, and will scorn and avoid sin as much as possible, but are far from infallible and are capable of making mistakes. With the advent of industrial science, technology, and economies; these saints have become less influential over time, and sometimes are seen as little more than relics of an archaic era who preach morality but support corrupt regimes...

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SIRAJ
Servant of the All-Wise

Siraj Elie Danyal es-Siraji

Sex: Male
Age: 55
Country of Origin: Padavian Surafia
Country of Residence: Tamrid Surafia
Allegiance, Patron, or Sponsor [If Applicable]: The Tamrid Sharifate of Surafia
Position : Vice-Custodian of the Noble Sanctuary of Echeram, Vizier of the Sacred Pilgrimage, Dean of the Echeram College of Seekers
Personality: Like all other saints, Siraj is pious and godfearing-- But what sets him apart is patience, humility, and compassion. His compassion extends even to the white giants who are near universally despised, and he is willing to place his own name on the line to protect the oppressed. Despite his noble origins and his potential to be more, Siraj is rather humble, content, and not particularly ambitious despite his given high positions. He is willing to work within what may be a corrupt system to achieve certain goals for the greater good, though he himself will not partake in the corruption in any manner.
Background:
Siraj was born to Elie Danyal of the noble Siraji Clan during the Padavian Era. The Siraji and Tamri Clans are both descended from the Surafian prophet Echmed Adorabe, through the saints Siraj and his younger brother Tamr respectively. Though no other saints were born from their lineage, a prophecy of uncertain origin developed among Echmed's descendants that claimed that a saint from his progeny bearing his name would save the world, possibly ending the Luzterrian Empire once and for all, and in some versions ruling over a global imamate. Regardless of the authenticity of the prophecy, the Tamrids later became more powerful and prominent than the Sirajids, especially after the fall of the Sirajid Sharifate to the 2nd Vysanir Empire; and thus the prophecy came to be associated with the Tamrids and became a source of legitimacy among what some would describe as a "dynastic cult."

Whatever the case, when Siraj performed the pilgrimage to Echeram and was revealed to be a saint, it hurt the legitimacy of the Tamrid Clan who feared that the Sirajids could use this to their advantage and overthrow the Tamrids. Not wishing to cause dissent and hoping to prove his character, Siraj departed Surafia to join one of the Mab Ysldvr Campaigns against the Luzterrian Empire, eventually finding himself in the service of the Shimago Shogunate during the Invasion of Rendareskir, in what later became known as "The Chonoshima Campaign."

Siraj was tasked with eliminating the native resistance led by the Darlumnir battlemage Fydar Yskarunir, who had established a base of operations in the giant redwood forests that cover the island. Siraj in turn established his base of operations in an old school for orphans in Delvanyr which while being a school and orphanage for some of the Lumnir children left behind, also became a makeshift hospital, managed by an enslaved dwarf Lumnir named Verucia. Siraj developed a bond with Verucia and the Lumnir orphans, and began to question the entire campaign; but before he can turn back, he is brought to the center of the island where he led the Shima forces to sniff out Fydar’s base, which they found in a village inhabited by Lumnir refugees. The Shima forces raze the village to the ground, massacring all civilians- Siraj tried to stop them, but is informed that Fydar has launched an all-out attack on occupied Delvanyr. Returning to Delvanyr, Siraj found the entire city in ruins, with Verucia mutated into a mindless butterfly-like thrall by Fydar for betraying her race and nation and providing the saints with a base of operations. He tried to save her, but she was already long gone, and was forced to kill her. After defeating Fydar, Siraj took the remaining Lumnir orphans with him back to Surafia and never returned to Rendareskir.

When Siraj returned, the Tamrids had risen up in revolt against the Padavian Empire, and begged for his support. Siraj was initially reluctant to become a political tool, but realized that he needed a way to protect the orphans and that by taking up positions of power, he could also safeguard the pilgrimage and guide future saints to avoid the path of war that he had once mistakenly taken. He agreed, and helped establish the Tamrid Sharifate of Surafia; becoming the representative of the Tamrid Sharif as guardian over Echeram, one of the leading educators at the University of Echeram, and the vizier over the affairs of pilgrimage. One of the orphans he had saved later grew up to marry him, and bore him the twins Hikma and Adorabe. Hikma married Crown Prince Adorabe Suleiman et-Tamrie, while Adorabe attempted to start a movement to claim the throne but was exiled from the Sharifate.
Appearance: Siraj is a man of average height with a reddish olive tone with long graying wavy hair and a fluffy chinstrap beard dyed red. He has big green eyes, an aquiline nose, and broad shoulders. In the summer and spring, he typically wears a white thobe and ammama; while in the autumn and winter, he wears a dark blue collared thobe, an ochre jacket, and a white ammama.
Miracles and Equipment:
Miracles:

Endless Morsels : With each morsel of food Siraj eats and shares with those around him, he will find even more morsels underneath, to such an extent they seem to be endless.
Relief of the Lame : Those who have sustained injuries such as broken limbs in battle will be temporarily healed when they pray behind Siraj, allowing them to continue fighting or carry on another intended task until it is finished or until they are dead.
Arrow of the Saints : By invoking the name of the Lord, any projectile thrown by Siraj becomes an armor-piercing shell that tears through mages like a knife through butter. Even something as benign as the leftover seed of a dried date when thrown could hit harder than any bullet.

Equipment:

A bag of dates.
Several prayer mats.

Contemporary Map of Orenas, with Bial highlighted in red within the Padavian Empire.

Below is the opening post for the RP before the IC thread is set up, just in case you wanted to check it out:

7:00 AM
First Spring, 1333 ARE
Cundeoniyye Valley, Padavian Bial

The warmth of the sun on her cheek, and the cool breeze brushing past her face. The green, flowery scent of leaves and pollen filled her lungs — the smell of spring, of youth and new beginnings. Birdsong, crickets chirping, the grass and the leaves blowing with the western winds. A vast green field underneath a bright blue sky, trees flanking each side of the valley of flowers with a road cutting through it.

Her sharp eagle-like eyes swept across the valley through the scope, the same eyes that had once hunted rabbits and game with Milos, her finger resting upon the trigger guard. Railway tracks ran across the valley from the highlands in the west to the river in the east, but for now they lay empty. All she saw then were bunnies hopping around the valley, fresh sparkling water flowing across a little stream, and petals of colorful spring flowers riding across the wind.

“What do they call this valley again? The name they teach you in school and use in all the maps?”

“Cundeoniyye.”

“Meaning?”

“A kind of footsoldier.”

“Do you know why?”

“Suppose that’s because this is the land they reward their soldiers-–Or maybe it’s the land they want to recruit their soldiers from. Young men with families and dreams of their own, plucked from their homes to die in a foreign crusade for the arrogance of old men in chairs.”

There was a momentary pause. Rabbits raised their ears, their eyes darting to some far off monster in the distance, beyond the sight of her crosshairs. Something howled in the distance, but they couldn’t quite make out what it was just yet.

“This valley used to be called Vyosnan–That is, spring. A place of youth, a place of hope and dreams, and a place of new beginnings. There used to be a small town here, full of young men just like him, but its long gone now. The stones that made each house taken apart and broken down to lay down gravel for a railway we can’t even use, with any usable wood and metal being used to build the rail. Couldn’t even leave it to be claimed by nature so pretty flowers could grow in the abandoned plots.”

Vesna’s throat closed. Her breath caught, and a faint ache stirred low in her belly — a reminder she dared not name. She steadied herself and kept her eye to the scope.

“We grew up here. Milos, and I–Or at least, I did.”

Vesna adjusted her scope. A tremor passed through the grass.

“Your husband was a little young when the order came to relocate. There was little to be spared when we had to move to the city, but we were told that if we signed up they would give our families whatever they needed.”

The wind changed. Pebbles jumped on the steel.

“So I joined–Me, and Milos’s father, Miro. We thought it was a Holy War.”

Vesna took a deep breath. She cocked her rifle, and watched the fields of Vyosnan. Rocks and pebbles across the railway began to rattle and bounce. The littles bunnies hopped and fled, as a distant ear-piercing roar began its steady approach. She remembered her days hunting game and rabbits with Milos. She remembered the silence, her heart beating as he showed her how to load and fire a rifle, her face being flustered as he drew in close, not even noticing she had gone as red as a beet.

She gripped on to her rifle tightly, remembering what used to be, drew a deep breath, and forced the memory away.

“Have you ever seen a ghoul?”

Vesna did not immediately respond, but the question caught her off-guard. It seemed somewhat off-topic, but she knew—She’d heard stories of monsters and witches far off to the east, where the saints waged holy war against white giants who wielded dark magicks and commanded an army of monsters that barely anybody had seen for centuries. She’d known many who had gone to the east and claimed to have seen these monsters, but she did not want to think about them—At least, not now.

“Myths and fairytales, as real as vampires and Baba Yaga,” she said, trying to dismiss the notion of their very existence.

The old man chuckled for a moment at hearing Baba Yaga, and continued his narration.

“Skinny humanoid creatures that crawled on all-fours—Almost like a walking skeleton but with skin as pale as the corpses they feasted upon, and large full bellies bloated with those poor souls. They would stalk our unit every night, watching us with their large empty eyes as we marched and camped, waiting, just waiting—And if ever we lost one of our own, and we did not hold his funeral and bury him soon enough, we’d find packs of them gathered around him—”

“Enough,” Vesna said softly. “Please.”

She could feel the weight on her heart. She had lost focus for a moment, almost forgetting the locomotive’s steady approach—and the valley that she had to guard. She tried to hold back tears, trying to clear her mind—Of Milos. She did not want to have to remember him like that.

The old man paused for a moment, thinking about what he had said. “I’m sorry. If I was there to stop him from following in our footsteps, I would have.”

“But you weren’t.”

“No, I was not,” he lamented. “I couldn’t have been. I promised Miro I would be there for him in case anything happened to him…But the Padavian Army does not take kindly to deserters. I’d seen things. Things I hoped that if Milos saw, he’d see and understand and run away to save his own hide—Live for himself and his family, but no. Milos, like his father, was as brave as he was hard-harded.’

“St. Olga had told us not to be afraid. That the white giants have sent them there to scare us, for if we believed that the Lord would not allow them to harm us, that no magic nor monster could ever harm us. But how couldn’t I be afraid? How couldn’t I believe that these monsters—”

The old man’s voice began to tremble with fear, shaking and shuddering and stuttering as he narrated what had happened. As his voice shook, so did the ground beneath the railways. The train was fast approaching.

“-I-It came out of nowhere. HUGE! Pale as ice, with eyes that glowed a fiery red. He carried a weapon—Some kind of giant cannon mounted on a log of pine. Miro didn’t even know what hit him. The giant, he just smashed him with the barrel out of nowhere! I almost froze. As everyone was screaming all around me, he blew into the knots tied onto his fingers. Radomir caught on fire. Wojak’s head–It just exploded! Exploded into a hundred bloody pieces and splattered all over my face—My hands were soaked with his blood. Even to this day I smell it! That wet metallic rusty scent! And on the third knot, he summoned what looked like a swarm of flies that devoured Boris and Casimir—”

“Uncle Jariel. They’re gone. It's over. You’re here now.”

The old man continued to shiver, his voice still shaky, but he took in deep breaths, in and out. Slowly, he began to recover, but still trembling as he remembered it all.

“There were a few others, some whose names I knew, and some whose names I didn’t. Some hid, and some ran. I was just there—My legs frozen, as my eyes met his. He just smiled. It was not a friendly smile. It was the smile of the devil. He smiled, and he asked me :

“‘Is this your war?’ I shook my head.’

“‘These dogs of Padav and their so-called saints—Do you fight for them? Would you die for them?’ Again, I shook my head.’

“‘Then go home.’ And I turned around, and along those that hid, we never looked back. I wanted to go home, maybe keep Milos from following in our path, but—”

“But we needed the money. It’s not your fault. I tried to stop him too, but he was in way too over his head. He’s gone now. I don’t know if he’s ever coming back—My heart wishes he would, I pray to God that he does, but even a girl like me knows that may never be the case. But you’re here now…”

The ground rumbled. Pebbles skittered across the rails; rabbits and sparrows fled as a coal-black leviathan screamed into the valley. The black shadowy giant cometed through the valley, and began its approach to target point.

She continued, “...And so am I. We’re all here now—Here to fight our battles, our war, so that no more sons of Bial will have to die for old Padavian men in chairs and ottomans! Let Bial Spring forth! Death to the wolves, and long live the White Spring!”

Jariel watched on. The Padavian train now laden with arms and reinforcements was headed for his homeland, the homeland he’d hoped to return to one day. He looked on to the great blue sky, the rolling fields of green grass and fresh spring bloom—The crystal clear water, the trees, the fresh air which smelled like flowers and leaves. He hardened his heart, and his hands gripped onto the pair of handlebars as he pushed down.

“Long live the White Spring.”

A brief flash of light was accompanied by a thundering boom which thundered throughout the valley. Dirt, splinters, and torn rails flew in all directions. It was not a big explosion, but it was big enough. The conductor had little time to pull the break, and the train lurched off the rails, plowing through the green fields before shattering against the trees.

Smoke emerged from the site, as the great steel serpent lay lifeless, strung across the valley with its head in the forest and its tail still on the tracks. Confused men struggled to pour through the doors carrying their arms with them and preparing to take position, when suddenly—BANG!

One man fell to the ground, and the rest scattered for cover. BANG! Another one, then another one. Then a fourth, and a fifth. They opened fire in her general direction, but their shots only struck who bark and leaves, not knowing where Vesna had perched. Even as they let forth a flurry of bullets and her and her uncle, she had taken the time to reload, and take aim once more.

She aimed five more times, and five more men fell to the ground. As they continued to open fire into nothing, another flurry of bullets—This time much closer, came from the forest, riddling holes through the Padavian line like a storm of knives. There forth came the sons of Bial—Young and old, deserters and new recruits alike—surged from cover with rifles and cries.

“For Bial! Long live the White Spring!”

Reinforcements came in hot, and Vesna loaded in another five cartridges, and thumbed the bolt home. Her hands were steady as she watched her next target..

“For Milos,” she whispered, and thus let the world close around the trigger.

by **Diarcesia** » Sun Dec 21, 2025 12:04 am

Diarcesia
We Will Endure

Monarchia Diarcesium (The Monarchy Diarcesian)

Government Type : Monarchy
Alignment : Neutral
Leader(s): Grere
Territorial Claim : The East Tavelan Sea coastal regions of Nahria up to the border with Padav's Hadria region. Other regions who may have ICly willingly joined and stayed in the Monarchy as well prior to 1333 ARE (OP's discretion).
History : The year 1333 after the Revelation at Echeram is also 1918 AD in the Gregorian Calendar, and the latter days of the reign of Monarchess Grere. The ancient Monarchy Diarcesian of the Western Bronte continent has weathered a period of turmoil and expansionist wars, not unlike that of Padav itself, only ended by Grere herself. Although diminished with the secession of many unwilling diereses, the Monarchy stayed true to its motto and endured.

This survival has a cost. With those diereses leaving because they no longer believe in the Diarcesian project, it became clear to Grere that enemies would see this as an opportunity to invade its borders, to send a message to the remaining diereses that Arcesius will not protect and enrich them.

Diarcesia stands at a crossroads, its own pretences of imperial domination now a distant memory. Monarchess Grere, a formidable ruler, has successfully quelled internal strife, but the threat of invasion looms large. With overseas footholds coveted by aggressive neighbors, Diarcesia's military and naval readiness is paramount. The Mundana and Arcana forces remain loyal and battle-hardened, ready to defend every inch of land that pledged to endure to the end. The navy, in particular, plays a critical role in safeguarding trade routes and countering any maritime incursions.

As the Tavelan Coalition forms, Diarcesia's neutrality may be tested, for they see in the Monarchy a potentially valuable ally in their cause. It must choose carefully, for it could be drawn to the conflict, or it could take any opportunity to broker peace.

In this volatile era, Diarcesia stands as a testament to the resilience of nations. While its imperial days may be behind it, the Monarchy Diarcesian is determined to endure, protect those who stayed loyal, and secure a future free from foreign domination.

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Sun Dec 21, 2025 1:40 am

Diarcesia wrote:
Diarcesia
We Will Endure

Monarchia Diarcesium (The Monarchy Diarcesian)

Government Type : Monarchy
Alignment : Neutral
Leader(s): Grere
Territorial Claim : The East Tavelan Sea coastal regions of Nahria up to the border with Padav's Hadria region. Other regions who may have ICly willingly joined and stayed in the Monarchy as well prior to 1333 ARE (OP's discretion).
History : The year 1333 after the Revelation at Echeram is also 1918 AD in the Gregorian Calendar, and the latter days of the reign of Monarchess Grere. The ancient Monarchy Diarcesian of the Western Bronte continent has weathered a period of turmoil and expansionist wars, not unlike that of Padav itself, only ended by Grere herself. Although diminished with the secession of many unwilling diereses, the Monarchy stayed true to its motto and endured.

This survival has a cost. With those diereses leaving because they no longer believe in the Diarcesian project, it became clear to Grere that enemies would see this as an opportunity to invade its borders, to send a message to the remaining diereses that Arcesius will not protect and enrich them.

Diarcesia stands at a crossroads, its own pretences of imperial domination now a distant memory. Monarchess Grere, a formidable ruler, has successfully quelled internal strife, but the threat of invasion looms large. With overseas footholds coveted by aggressive neighbors, Diarcesia's military and naval readiness is paramount. The Mundana and Arcana forces remain loyal and battle-hardened, ready to defend every inch of land that pledged to endure to the end. The navy, in particular, plays a critical role in safeguarding trade routes and countering any maritime incursions.

As the Tavelan Coalition forms, Diarcesia's neutrality may be tested, for they see in the Monarchy a potentially valuable ally in their cause. It must choose carefully, for it could be drawn to the conflict, or it could take any opportunity to broker peace.

In this volatile era, Diarcesia stands as a testament to the resilience of nations. While its imperial days may be behind it, the Monarchy Diarcesian is determined to endure, protect those who stayed loyal, and secure a future free from foreign domination.

Accepted, map update coming in soon, but will need to confirm some details on the claimed territory in Nahria. Do you mean the entirety of Nahria, part of the western coast of Nahria, or the entire western coast of Nahria but not the rest of Nahria?

by **Diarcesia** » Sun Dec 21, 2025 9:47 am

Ryjoven Lousthyr wrote:
Diarcesia wrote:
Diarcesia
We Will Endure

Monarchia Diarcesium (The Monarchy Diarcesian)

Government Type : Monarchy
Alignment : Neutral
Leader(s): Grere
Territorial Claim : The East Tavelan Sea coastal regions of Nahria up to the border with Padav's Hadria region. Other regions who may have ICly willingly joined and stayed in the Monarchy as well prior to 1333 ARE (OP's discretion).
History : The year 1333 after the Revelation at Echeram is also 1918 AD in the Gregorian Calendar, and the latter days of the reign of Monarchess Grere. The ancient Monarchy Diarcesian of the Western Bronte continent has weathered a period of turmoil and expansionist wars, not unlike that of Padav itself, only ended by Grere herself. Although diminished with the secession of many unwilling diereses, the Monarchy stayed true to its motto and endured.

This survival has a cost. With those diereses leaving because they no longer believe in the Diarcesian project, it became clear to Grere that enemies would see this as an opportunity to invade its borders, to send a message to the remaining diereses that Arcesius will not protect and enrich them.

Diarcesia stands at a crossroads, its own pretences of imperial domination now a distant memory. Monarchess Grere, a formidable ruler, has successfully quelled internal strife, but the threat of invasion looms large. With overseas footholds coveted by aggressive neighbors, Diarcesia's military and naval readiness is paramount. The Mundana and Arcana forces remain loyal and battle-hardened, ready to defend every inch of land that pledged to endure to the end. The navy, in particular, plays a critical role in safeguarding trade routes and countering any maritime incursions.

As the Tavelan Coalition forms, Diarcesia's neutrality may be tested, for they see in the Monarchy a potentially valuable ally in their cause. It must choose carefully, for it could be drawn to the conflict, or it could take any opportunity to broker peace.

In this volatile era, Diarcesia stands as a testament to the resilience of nations. While its imperial days may be behind it, the Monarchy Diarcesian is determined to endure, protect those who stayed loyal, and secure a future free from foreign domination.

Accepted, map update coming in soon, but will need to confirm some details on the claimed territory in Nahria. Do you mean the entirety of Nahria, part of the western coast of Nahria, or the entire western coast of Nahria but not the rest of Nahria?

Amending the claim to include all of Nahria.

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Sun Dec 21, 2025 12:27 pm

Diarcesia wrote:
Ryjoven Lousthyr wrote:Accepted, map update coming in soon, but will need to confirm some details on the claimed territory in Nahria. Do you mean the entirety of Nahria, part of the western coast of Nahria, or the entire western coast of Nahria but not the rest of Nahria?

Amending the claim to include all of Nahria.

gotcha, map update coming soon

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Sat Dec 27, 2025 12:30 pm

/bump

Also map has been updated.

IC won't be launching until after the holidays. I don't celebrate Christmas and New Year but I figure most of you do, so it'd probably be inconvenient to launch it during the holidays. Oh also its my finals week so it actually would be inconvenient for me too.

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Sat Dec 27, 2025 12:34 pm

Some illustrations I made for the RP by the way:

No AI were used for these images. All made in Krita.

Merkez, Padav was based on a mixture of Byzantine, Ottoman, and Seljuk architecture. I drew it in a sunset setting to hint at the sun setting on an empire. Belovody was a simple piece I did for a banner for the RP. As for Lavengrad, I based the big temple in the illustration on the St. Sofia Cathedral in Kiev, but its a little hard to see because its dark. I drew it in a sunrise setting to hint at the sun setting on a new tomorrow.

by **Iarn-Tor** » Fri Jan 02, 2026 3:45 am

Iarn-Tor
Land of Wrought Towers

The Free Lands Beneath Iarn-Tor

Government Type : Technocratic Oligarchy
Alignment : Tavelan Coalition
Leader(s): The Ninefold Chamber
(Recent) History : At the helm of the emergent Tavelan Coalition, Iarn-Tor now puts the finishing touches on its decades-long preparations for a long-anticipated war. Padav is the first obstacle on a long and thorny road - if it cannot be overcome, the prospect of a full-fledged, self-determinant Tavela is but a pipe dream. The uproar in Bial, however, is a hopeful sign of things to come. The Coalition's forces await just across the border with Saydland, their myriad guns bearing the proof-seals of Iarnde workshops. And further west, the Collegiate is preparing to put into motion its own agenda, for the fall of Padav will provide a unique opportunity - to test in great detail the mortality of foreign saints. Finally, down in rain-speckled Hernland, a cadre of diplomats disembark, ready to fight their own quiet war, working to isolate Padav from any allies for whose aid it might scramble. But even in Hernland, the aftershocks of the chaos in Bial are being felt. The trip may end up being more exciting than expected.

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Fri Jan 02, 2026 9:35 am

Iarn-Tor wrote:
Iarn-Tor
Land of Wrought Towers

The Free Lands Beneath Iarn-Tor

Government Type : Technocratic Oligarchy
Alignment : Tavelan Coalition
Leader(s): The Ninefold Chamber
(Recent) History : At the helm of the emergent Tavelan Coalition, Iarn-Tor now puts the finishing touches on its decades-long preparations for a long-anticipated war. Padav is the first obstacle on a long and thorny road - if it cannot be overcome, the prospect of a full-fledged, self-determinant Tavela is but a pipe dream. The uproar in Bial, however, is a hopeful sign of things to come. The Coalition's forces await just across the border with Saydland, their myriad guns bearing the proof-seals of Iarnde workshops. And further west, the Collegiate is preparing to put into motion its own agenda, for the fall of Padav will provide a unique opportunity - to test in great detail the mortality of foreign saints. Finally, down in rain-speckled Hernland, a cadre of diplomats disembark, ready to fight their own quiet war, working to isolate Padav from any allies for whose aid it might scramble. But even in Hernland, the aftershocks of the chaos in Bial are being felt. The trip may end up being more exciting than expected.

Accepted

by **Crimetopolis B** » Wed Jan 14, 2026 1:54 am

OK if I do no tech after 1936?

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Wed Jan 14, 2026 5:19 am

Crimetopolis B wrote:OK if I do no tech after 1936?

What do you mean?

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Tue Feb 10, 2026 10:28 pm

bump

been busy with some academics, and so have some participants, but we do have some new posts drafted and plans to keep it going

New applicants still welcome to join the RP. Rookie RPers welcome.

by **TampaBay** » Fri Feb 27, 2026 7:44 pm

I don't want to be took in powerful in gameplay. WW2-today tech would OP me.

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Mon Mar 02, 2026 10:49 am

oh yeah sorry for lack of activity by the way its Ramadan rn so I'm fasting

will get back to it soon though!

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Mon Mar 02, 2026 10:50 am

TampaBay wrote:I don't want to be took in powerful in gameplay. WW2-today tech would OP me.

Sorry, could you clear up what you meant? Are you asking if you could play with WW2 tech?

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Mon Apr 13, 2026 8:59 am

Apologies for the long hiatus, it has been a while, but I can confirm that I have now finished writing up my part of a co-write with other participants of Orenas. The thread is back on.

by **The Grand Republic Of Pshenaya** » Mon Apr 13, 2026 11:50 am

PSHENAYA
"Ⰲⱄⰵ ⰴⰾⰹⰰ Ⰱⰰⱅʹⰽⰻⰲⱄⱒⱌⱒⰹⱀⰹ"
"Все для Батьківщини"
"All for the motherland"

THE GRAND REPUBLIC OF PSHENAYA

Government Type : Elective monarchy/parliamentary republic
Alignment : Officially neutral, however the people of the Grand Republic overwhelmingly support the Tavelan Coalition
Leader(s): Tsarvich Mikhail Belsky of House Abakumov The Warrior Prince
Territorial Claim : The territories of Rogant and Fiskarland
History : In the cold northern reaches of Orenas, surrounding the Roosk River Valley, the princes of Pshenaya made their homes. To the south were the noble Vsadna horse lords and the industrious Rooskovs in their great walled cities. To their north was the Kachaks in their mountain strongholds and the Sarmans who roamed the wastes of the northern plateu's, herding reindeer and harvesting great forrests of pine. For many centuries these princes warred with one another, all seeking to dominate the others. However, from the North, the Tigits and Volgans came. Mountain tribes and fierce raiders, they sacked Rooskov cities and routed Vsadna cavalry, forcing those who surived their onsloughts to seek refuge among the Kachaks, who's mountainous homes were able to protect the Pshenayan peoples from the invaders. From among them emerged a great Saint, Saint Marga of Psiek. A powerful saint, she brought together the bickering princes with the promise of a new future, vengeance against the invaders, and a grand empire of their own. Organizing the princes, she and her army marched down from the Kachak's mountain halls and clashed with the Tigits and and Volgans, and made great and terrible war upon them. For generations the two sides strode back and forth. The Pshenayans coming down from the mountains to conquer much of the flatlands, only for their enemies to once more rally and push them back up the hills. It wasnt until Saint Marga of Psiek, now known as Saint Marga of the Flame, was an old woman that finally the Pshenayans achieved victory.

The princley families and their boyar vassals united their houses, before creating the veches and the dumas, forums for all citizens of their new nation to make their voices heard, and together created the Empire of Pshenaya.

Perhaps Empire was ambitious, as at the time they were small, but with their enemies crushed and in retreat, the door was open for them to pour North as the Tigits and Volgans had once poured South. For many more generations the Pshenayans slowly but surely conquered their once mighty enemies. Led by Vsadna horsemen and Kachak streltsy, the Pshenayans trickled ever further North, leaving in their wake ostrog fortresses and trading posts laden with furs and spices, until finally they came to the northern sea. The princes in Rostrograd, the nations capital on the banks of the Roosk River, consolidated their power through the creation of the Little Kremlins, refurbishing the ostrog's into beautiful walled palaces of marble and luxury, where they began to accumulate the magically inclined of their people through decree's and laws. These people would be the official property of the Tsarvich, the elected leader of Pshenaya, to be used as he saw fit for war and science. These saints themselves, dressed in their uniforms of wine dark chokha jackets and warm khubanka hats, became known as the Chernyye, the Black Ones. Furthermore there was the establishment of the Druzhina and Voyi, the professional and conscript arms of the Pshenayan military respectively, a table of ranks for the boyar nobles, roads and cities for trade and movement, and the decisions to make the Tsarvich an elected position, but only from among the noble families.

Pshenaya became a stable and powerful nation in the West, fat and happy off the trade of furs and fine potato wines. However, the concentration of political power among the boyar estates led to corruption and abuses of power. Boyars established patronage of Little Kremlins, gaining the loyalty of the Saints within, and amassed private armies of trained soldiers known as bogatyrs with which they could extract exorbidant taxes from their subjects, force people into serfdom and fight amongst one another. Seeing the fracturing the the Pshenayan Empire, 105 years ago in 1228 ARE the Tsarvich Konstantin Kildeschev, along with his allies, managed to secure the loyalty of the Pshenayan people by rapidly pushing through a law freeing the serfs despite the Veche and Duma not having all members present. This event was the end of the old order and the beginning of the new.

Enraged, disloyal and power hungry boyars raised their armies of bogatyrs and Saints Seekers to march on Rostrograd, seeking to depose Tsarvich Konstantin. However, though there were fewer of them, Konstantins loyal boyars were strong themselves, and with their own armies, as well as the Tsarvich's personal retinue and the rising peasant armies of former serfs, the two sides clashed. For three years fighting raged across Pshenaya, but in the end the Tsarvich and his allies were succesful. Thus began a period of liberalization and reactionary violence throughout Pshenaya. The Tsarvich and his allies pushed through laws that gave more rights to the common people while curtailing the power of the boyars, giving rise to a powerful burgher class and giving the right to vote for Tsarvich's to all citizens, both peasant and noble. The military was nationalized, being taken out of the hands of the boyars, and the right to patronize Little Kremlins was handed to the direct control of the Tsarvich. Many of the great cities of the South were given subsidies to begin industrializing, the Tsarvich seeking to make Pshenaya a truly modern giant on par with the other lands to the East, such as Padav, and the nation began to come out of its self imposed isolation to truly engage with the world at large.

This is not to say this was a time of peace however. Such drastic, fast changes were frought with difficulty and danger. Riots, uprisings and acts of terror ran rampant across the Empire. However, the loyalty of the common people to the Tsarvich, the people with the largest population in the Empire and who these changes benefited the most allowed for Pshenaya to leave its old ways behind and emerge into the new world an awakening giant. Titans of industry had risen, and factories belched the smoke of progress into the sky. Railroads were built to unite North and South, and new farming techniques created using the talents of the Little Kremlins allowed Pshenaya to become a breadbasked producing vast amounts of grain.

Upon Tsarvich Konstantin's death in 1309, his final law passed officially ended the Empire of Pshenaya, declaring the new nation he had built through blood, sweat and tears the Grand Republic of Pshenaya. A new nation and a new people to forge the future, they would seek to be a shining city on a hill. A place where the downtrodded and the afraid could come and seek new lives, secure in the knowledge that they would be protected and safe beneath the banners and of the western lords of the plains.

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Tue Apr 14, 2026 1:18 am

The Grand Republic Of Pshenaya wrote:
PSHENAYA
"Ⰲⱄⰵ ⰴⰾⰹⰰ Ⰱⰰⱅʹⰽⰻⰲⱄⱒⱌⱒⰹⱀⰹ"
"Все для Батьківщини"
"All for the motherland"

THE GRAND REPUBLIC OF PSHENAYA

Government Type : Elective monarchy/parliamentary republic
Alignment : Officially neutral, however the people of the Grand Republic overwhelmingly support the Tavelan Coalition
Leader(s): Tsarvich Mikhail Belsky of House Abakumov The Warrior Prince
Territorial Claim : The territories of Rogant and Fiskarland
History : In the cold northern reaches of Orenas, surrounding the Roosk River Valley, the princes of Pshenaya made their homes. To the south were the noble Vsadna horse lords and the industrious Rooskovs in their great walled cities. To their north was the Kachaks in their mountain strongholds and the Sarmans who roamed the wastes of the northern plateu's, herding reindeer and harvesting great forrests of pine. For many centuries these princes warred with one another, all seeking to dominate the others. However, from the North, the Tigits and Volgans came. Mountain tribes and fierce raiders, they sacked Rooskov cities and routed Vsadna cavalry, forcing those who surived their onsloughts to seek refuge among the Kachaks, who's mountainous homes were able to protect the Pshenayan peoples from the invaders. From among them emerged a great Saint, Saint Marga of Psiek. A powerful saint, she brought together the bickering princes with the promise of a new future, vengeance against the invaders, and a grand empire of their own. Organizing the princes, she and her army marched down from the Kachak's mountain halls and clashed with the Tigits and and Volgans, and made great and terrible war upon them. For generations the two sides strode back and forth. The Pshenayans coming down from the mountains to conquer much of the flatlands, only for their enemies to once more rally and push them back up the hills. It wasnt until Saint Marga of Psiek, now known as Saint Marga of the Flame, was an old woman that finally the Pshenayans achieved victory.

The princley families and their boyar vassals united their houses, before creating the veches and the dumas, forums for all citizens of their new nation to make their voices heard, and together created the Empire of Pshenaya.

Perhaps Empire was ambitious, as at the time they were small, but with their enemies crushed and in retreat, the door was open for them to pour North as the Tigits and Volgans had once poured South. For many more generations the Pshenayans slowly but surely conquered their once mighty enemies. Led by Vsadna horsemen and Kachak streltsy, the Pshenayans trickled ever further North, leaving in their wake ostrog fortresses and trading posts laden with furs and spices, until finally they came to the northern sea. The princes in Rostrograd, the nations capital on the banks of the Roosk River, consolidated their power through the creation of the Little Kremlins, refurbishing the ostrog's into beautiful walled palaces of marble and luxury, where they began to accumulate the magically inclined of their people through decree's and laws. These people would be the official property of the Tsarvich, the elected leader of Pshenaya, to be used as he saw fit for war and science. These saints themselves, dressed in their uniforms of wine dark chokha jackets and warm khubanka hats, became known as the Chernyye, the Black Ones. Furthermore there was the establishment of the Druzhina and Voyi, the professional and conscript arms of the Pshenayan military respectively, a table of ranks for the boyar nobles, roads and cities for trade and movement, and the decisions to make the Tsarvich an elected position, but only from among the noble families.

Pshenaya became a stable and powerful nation in the West, fat and happy off the trade of furs and fine potato wines. However, the concentration of political power among the boyar estates led to corruption and abuses of power. Boyars established patronage of Little Kremlins, gaining the loyalty of the Saints within, and amassed private armies of trained soldiers known as bogatyrs with which they could extract exorbidant taxes from their subjects, force people into serfdom and fight amongst one another. Seeing the fracturing the the Pshenayan Empire, 105 years ago in 1228 ARE the Tsarvich Konstantin Kildeschev, along with his allies, managed to secure the loyalty of the Pshenayan people by rapidly pushing through a law freeing the serfs despite the Veche and Duma not having all members present. This event was the end of the old order and the beginning of the new.

Enraged, disloyal and power hungry boyars raised their armies of bogatyrs and Saints Seekers to march on Rostrograd, seeking to depose Tsarvich Konstantin. However, though there were fewer of them, Konstantins loyal boyars were strong themselves, and with their own armies, as well as the Tsarvich's personal retinue and the rising peasant armies of former serfs, the two sides clashed. For three years fighting raged across Pshenaya, but in the end the Tsarvich and his allies were succesful. Thus began a period of liberalization and reactionary violence throughout Pshenaya. The Tsarvich and his allies pushed through laws that gave more rights to the common people while curtailing the power of the boyars, giving rise to a powerful burgher class and giving the right to vote for Tsarvich's to all citizens, both peasant and noble. The military was nationalized, being taken out of the hands of the boyars, and the right to patronize Little Kremlins was handed to the direct control of the Tsarvich. Many of the great cities of the South were given subsidies to begin industrializing, the Tsarvich seeking to make Pshenaya a truly modern giant on par with the other lands to the East, such as Padav, and the nation began to come out of its self imposed isolation to truly engage with the world at large.

This is not to say this was a time of peace however. Such drastic, fast changes were frought with difficulty and danger. Riots, uprisings and acts of terror ran rampant across the Empire. However, the loyalty of the common people to the Tsarvich, the people with the largest population in the Empire and who these changes benefited the most allowed for Pshenaya to leave its old ways behind and emerge into the new world an awakening giant. Titans of industry had risen, and factories belched the smoke of progress into the sky. Railroads were built to unite North and South, and new farming techniques created using the talents of the Little Kremlins allowed Pshenaya to become a breadbasked producing vast amounts of grain.

Upon Tsarvich Konstantin's death in 1309, his final law passed officially ended the Empire of Pshenaya, declaring the new nation he had built through blood, sweat and tears the Grand Republic of Pshenaya. A new nation and a new people to forge the future, they would seek to be a shining city on a hill. A place where the downtrodded and the afraid could come and seek new lives, secure in the knowledge that they would be protected and safe beneath the banners and of the western lords of the plains.

Wasnt really sure where to put this but here's a list of the major cities of Pshenaya

Rostrograd (The capital of the nation, on the banks of the Roosk River)
Psiek (On the borders of the northern mountains, it is the site of the Tsarvich's winter home and the Psiek Kremlin, the largest Little Kremlin that acts as the administration of all Little Kremlins in the land)
Vyliov (The great city of the Sarmans, it sits upon the northern bay, and once acted as the sole ocean port of Pshenaya before their westward expansion. These days, with more vialble ports in the west and the overland trade of railroads, it has become a city of past culture rather than sea trade)
Novgrobirsk (A Kachak city and a major military city, it functions primarily to serve the military. Great factories build guns and bombs, and railroads snake like metal veins through its industrial streets.)
Fort Kovachenko (A small but no less important city, sitting upon the railroads that flow east and west. It is a major administrative center, helping to secure the mostly empty center of the country, and acting as an important weight station and city of trade between the factory goods of the west and raw materials of the east)
Port Lito (The westernmost city, it is where Pshenaya's small but growing navy is based, and where they conduct sea trade from. It is a highly multicultural city, and a city of lights and shining futures hiding a seedy underbelly of organized crime and those running from consequences.)

Absolute gem. Holy effort post.

We've already had a few discussions on Discord about some of the issues here, and seeing as you've edited them out, we're glad to have you aboard.

Accepted.

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Tue Apr 14, 2026 1:26 am

for some reason I can't update the post because one of the images cannot be defined (???) so here's the updated map until I figure out how to fix the images in the post

by **The Grand Republic Of Pshenaya** » Wed Apr 15, 2026 1:48 pm

Valentin
The Pauper

Valentin Nikolaiovich Medvedev

Sex: Male
Age: 31
Country of Origin: The Grand Republic of Pshenaya
Country of Residence: The Grand Republic of Pshenaya
Allegiance, Patron, or Sponsor [If Applicable]: Serves the tsarvitch of the Grand Republic directly, and is with only God above higher in esteem loyal to the Psiek Kremlin and the tsarvitch and his family.
Position [If Applicable]: Saintly advisor to the tsarvitch, representative of the Little Kremlins to the Grand Diet of Rostrograd, tutor of the tsarvitch's children.
Personality: As is proper for a Saint of the lord God himself, Valentin is pious, devout and dedicated to his faith. He is set apart from his cohorts however by his distinctly non-conventional methods of teaching and interpretations of proper behavior. He is rakish and charming, fond of flashy things and possessed of a deep disregard for what is considered "proper." Consequently, the children of the kremlins quite like him, as he is fun and always ready for an adventure, or to whisper a bawdy joke to those present when the prior and prioress's are attempting to educate seekers and newer saints alike. However, despite his 'uncouth, disrespectful and downright disengenous behaviors,' as others of the kremlins have described him, Valentin has a deep knowledge of the scriptures, capable of reciting near any passage one asks for, and he is supremely dedicated to his faith. He knows, beyond shadow of a doubt, that God is the only true power of the universe and the only love and fear he ever must need within his heart. As Valentin would put it, "there are such beauties and wealths of wonder put on this world for us to enjoy, should I, a servant of our lord God, not partake in the majesty of His creation?"

There have been few who could argue with that logic, though most of the other saints grumble that he is not taking the teachings of their faith to heart, even if he is technically correct.
Background: Valentin was an orphan boy in the northern reaches of Pshenaya, a boy who slept in the pews of Novgrobirsks great cathedral, Our Lady of Flames, named for Saint Marga. Valentin, along with the poor and destitute and hungry who lined its halls, would shuffle out into the city by day to beg and often steal, before retreating to the cathedral where the kindly priests would allow then to sleep among the pews, and provide them with meager meals of thin soup and bread in the mornings. Valentin, and the other urchins, loved the priests dearly, for in a city such as Novgrobirsk where a mans life was worth only the kopeks that made his weight and his soul was a question for those who's lives were not consumed with capital, the priests were the few who loved truly and freely.

Valentin attended their services, even when he was hungry, knowing through them he would find his faith and his salvation from the terrible fate of a poor orphan boy who roamed the streets, begging for merely a rind of bread. Valentin carried a knife, which he left with the head priest who would greet the faithful at the door, as a sign of his respect and devotion to the cathedral and the lord God himself. No violence would occur within these halls should it be up to Valentin, and certainly no violence commited by him. On the streets of Novgrobirsk he may fight with adults twice his size over small bronze coins tossed by passing burghers, but within the walls of this home of the destitute, this salvation from the cruel winter winds, Valentin would make himself a young man of duty and vigilance. He swept the pews for the priests, took coats from the faithful to hang up, walked with the collection basket and not once stole even a grivna, and prayed three times a day for salvation from his sins, before stepping back into the cold, knife in hand, to fight and claw for survival.

The priests knew who Valentin was. And so when one of them, Father Bogdan, made to travel to Echeram with those who sought to make pilgrimage, Valentin begged to be brought along. Father Echeram, knowing the devotion of Valentin, and knowing the boys desire to be free of the sins his station in life forced him to commit, allowed this. Father Bodgan provided Valentin with an old coat to help him stay warm as they passed through the northern reaches of their land. As they went they met many strange and wonderful and awful people, but none were so impressive to Valentin as Saint Bodhana and her retinue of Seekers, guiding a procession of faithful sons and daughters of burghers and boyars each. Saint Bodhana was a tall woman, with strong arms and cheeks at and healthy from years of proper food. Her and her seekers wore long, dark chokha's, and on their heads were khubanka's, the seal of their great kremlin sewn into the crown. Psiek Kremlin, where the greatest saints and most faithful seekers called their home. Valentin stared up at this tall, strong woman, guiding and protecting the faithful on their pilgrimage and prayed to God he should one day be like her, so he may defend the weak and the vulnerable, so they may never be forced to suffer as he had.

When they came to Echeram it was the children of the boyars and the burghers who were first to cleanse themselves within the oasis and drink of its waters. As they had travelled these young people had spoken of the great honor it was to be a Saint. To be selected by the lord God as his chosen, to wear the black of the Kremlins and stand firm in the face of that great sin, magic, and its foul practitioners. They believed themselves by virtue of their birth but not by virtue of their goodness and honor to be deserving of such a noble calling. Yet when all these people had had their turn, it was the scrawny ophan boy who glittered and shone with Gods most holy light upon bathin himself in these sacred waters, and his spirit was as golden and pure as his hair.
Appearance: Valentin is thin and handsome, with blonde hair and grey eyes, and an easy, bright smile. All four of his canine teeth are golden, and he takes particular care of his clothing and manner of dress, opting for a more "artfully scruffy" appearance as opposed to the more prime and proper look most of the other people of the Little Kremlins opt for.
Miracles and Equipment:
Miracles:
- The Shield Of Persecution: To those persecuted and harmed for their convictions and their circumstance, let no arrow pierce thy breast and no stone cut thy brow. Walk free of harm delived upon thee by those unknowning and those profaning my most holy name.
(Valentins blessing protects those from any physical harm enacted upon them by those who see them as lesser or beneath them. Only those who see Valentin and his followers as an equal may cause him or them harm.)
- The Warmth of the Lords Grace: In the embrace of cold, merely speak my name and reach out, and your breast shall be filled with the heat of all the love you show me. In turn, you shall be no longer cold, no longer destitute, you shall be forever warmed in the embrace of my mercy and love.
(Valentin and those he has blessed are protected from cold. They are no longer able to feel it, or be harmed by it, so long as they keep the lord Gods name in their heart and believe truly they will not be harmed by the cold.)
- The Blessings of the Lowly Pauper: Your hands like gold, beneath the grime of poverty and destitution. Speak My most holy name, and I shall make you greater than any lord or money changer. All the wealth they hord shall one day be grasped in the palms of those who speak my true glory, for they carry my glory in their breast.
(Valentin is capable of controlling the path any money he physically touches, able to use it as a weapon by flinging it at exceptional speeds, or by ensuring it finds its way to those who need it most and it does not find its way into the hands of those possessed by greed.)
- The Lords Golden Rays: Let those who's souls are darkened by sin be blinded in my most holy light.
(Those who are tainted by the sin of magic will find looking upon Valentin as being similar to looking at a particularly bright light. They must squint and frequently avert their eyes from the radiance of God which he emits.)
Equipment:
- Black chokha jacket
- Black khubanka hat
- Black leather riding boots
- Bag of coins
- Knife
- Pistol
- Loaves of bread

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Wed Apr 15, 2026 11:01 pm

The Grand Republic Of Pshenaya wrote:
Valentin
The Pauper

Valentin Nikolaiovich Medvedev

Sex: Male
Age: 31
Country of Origin: The Grand Republic of Pshenaya
Country of Residence: The Grand Republic of Pshenaya
Allegiance, Patron, or Sponsor [If Applicable]: Serves the tsarvitch of the Grand Republic directly, and is with only God above higher in esteem loyal to the Psiek Kremlin and the tsarvitch and his family.
Position [If Applicable]: Saintly advisor to the tsarvitch, representative of the Little Kremlins to the Grand Diet of Rostrograd, tutor of the tsarvitch's children.
Personality: As is proper for a Saint of the lord God himself, Valentin is pious, devout and dedicated to his faith. He is set apart from his cohorts however by his distinctly non-conventional methods of teaching and interpretations of proper behavior. He is rakish and charming, fond of flashy things and possessed of a deep disregard for what is considered "proper." Consequently, the children of the kremlins quite like him, as he is fun and always ready for an adventure, or to whisper a bawdy joke to those present when the prior and prioress's are attempting to educate seekers and newer saints alike. However, despite his 'uncouth, disrespectful and downright disengenous behaviors,' as others of the kremlins have described him, Valentin has a deep knowledge of the scriptures, capable of reciting near any passage one asks for, and he is supremely dedicated to his faith. He knows, beyond shadow of a doubt, that God is the only true power of the universe and the only love and fear he ever must need within his heart. As Valentin would put it, "there are such beauties and wealths of wonder put on this world for us to enjoy, should I, a servant of our lord God, not partake in the majesty of His creation?"

There have been few who could argue with that logic, though most of the other saints grumble that he is not taking the teachings of their faith to heart, even if he is technically correct.
Background: Valentin was an orphan boy in the northern reaches of Pshenaya, a boy who slept in the pews of Novgrobirsks great cathedral, Our Lady of Flames, named for Saint Marga. Valentin, along with the poor and destitute and hungry who lined its halls, would shuffle out into the city by day to beg and often steal, before retreating to the cathedral where the kindly priests would allow then to sleep among the pews, and provide them with meager meals of thin soup and bread in the mornings. Valentin, and the other urchins, loved the priests dearly, for in a city such as Novgrobirsk where a mans life was worth only the kopeks that made his weight and his soul was a question for those who's lives were not consumed with capital, the priests were the few who loved truly and freely.

Valentin attended their services, even when he was hungry, knowing through them he would find his faith and his salvation from the terrible fate of a poor orphan boy who roamed the streets, begging for merely a rind of bread. Valentin carried a knife, which he left with the head priest who would greet the faithful at the door, as a sign of his respect and devotion to the cathedral and the lord God himself. No violence would occur within these halls should it be up to Valentin, and certainly no violence commited by him. On the streets of Novgrobirsk he may fight with adults twice his size over small bronze coins tossed by passing burghers, but within the walls of this home of the destitute, this salvation from the cruel winter winds, Valentin would make himself a young man of duty and vigilance. He swept the pews for the priests, took coats from the faithful to hang up, walked with the collection basket and not once stole even a grivna, and prayed three times a day for salvation from his sins, before stepping back into the cold, knife in hand, to fight and claw for survival.

The priests knew who Valentin was. And so when one of them, Father Bogdan, made to travel to Echeram with those who sought to make pilgrimage, Valentin begged to be brought along. Father Echeram, knowing the devotion of Valentin, and knowing the boys desire to be free of the sins his station in life forced him to commit, allowed this. Father Bodgan provided Valentin with an old coat to help him stay warm as they passed through the northern reaches of their land. As they went they met many strange and wonderful and awful people, but none were so impressive to Valentin as Saint Bodhana and her retinue of Seekers, guiding a procession of faithful sons and daughters of burghers and boyars each. Saint Bodhana was a tall woman, with strong arms and cheeks at and healthy from years of proper food. Her and her seekers wore long, dark chokha's, and on their heads were khubanka's, the seal of their great kremlin sewn into the crown. Psiek Kremlin, where the greatest saints and most faithful seekers called their home. Valentin stared up at this tall, strong woman, guiding and protecting the faithful on their pilgrimage and prayed to God he should one day be like her, so he may defend the weak and the vulnerable, so they may never be forced to suffer as he had.

When they came to Echeram it was the children of the boyars and the burghers who were first to cleanse themselves within the oasis and drink of its waters. As they had travelled these young people had spoken of the great honor it was to be a Saint. To be selected by the lord God as his chosen, to wear the black of the Kremlins and stand firm in the face of that great sin, magic, and its foul practitioners. They believed themselves by virtue of their birth but not by virtue of their goodness and honor to be deserving of such a noble calling. Yet when all these people had had their turn, it was the scrawny ophan boy who glittered and shone with Gods most holy light upon bathin himself in these sacred waters, and his spirit was as golden and pure as his hair.
Appearance: Valentin is thin and handsome, with blonde hair and grey eyes, and an easy, bright smile. All four of his canine teeth are golden, and he takes particular care of his clothing and manner of dress, opting for a more "artfully scruffy" appearance as opposed to the more prime and proper look most of the other people of the Little Kremlins opt for.
Miracles and Equipment:
Miracles:
- The Shield Of Persecution: To those persecuted and harmed for their convictions and their circumstance, let no arrow pierce thy breast and no stone cut thy brow. Walk free of harm delived upon thee by those unknowning and those profaning my most holy name.
(Valentins blessing protects those from any physical harm enacted upon them by those who see them as lesser or beneath them. Only those who see Valentin and his followers as an equal may cause him or them harm.)
- The Warmth of the Lords Grace: In the embrace of cold, merely speak my name and reach out, and your breast shall be filled with the heat of all the love you show me. In turn, you shall be no longer cold, no longer destitute, you shall be forever warmed in the embrace of my mercy and love.
(Valentin and those he has blessed are protected from cold. They are no longer able to feel it, or be harmed by it, so long as they keep the lord Gods name in their heart and believe truly they will not be harmed by the cold.)
- The Blessings of the Lowly Pauper: Your hands like gold, beneath the grime of poverty and destitution. Speak My most holy name, and I shall make you greater than any lord or money changer. All the wealth they hord shall one day be grasped in the palms of those who speak my true glory, for they carry my glory in their breast.
(Valentin is capable of controlling the path any money he physically touches, able to use it as a weapon by flinging it at exceptional speeds, or by ensuring it finds its way to those who need it most and it does not find its way into the hands of those possessed by greed.)
- The Lords Golden Rays: Let those who's souls are darkened by sin be blinded in my most holy light.
(Those who are tainted by the sin of magic will find looking upon Valentin as being similar to looking at a particularly bright light. They must squint and frequently avert their eyes from the radiance of God which he emits.)
Equipment:
- Black chokha jacket
- Black khubanka hat
- Black leather riding boots
- Bag of coins
- Knife
- Pistol
- Loaves of bread

Accepted. Looking forward to seeing him in action.

by **Crimetopolis B** » Thu Apr 16, 2026 3:41 pm

Crimetopolis B
Leader: Hobbs the white odd-eyed kitten.

Industrial Society, 1935 level tech

Population; 275,000,000

Major industies: Industrial power house.

Constitutional Republic.

Army: Both genders volunteer, 16-70: 1,000,000

Landsturm: 4,000,000. Both genders volunteer 12-75.

Uniform: Pull on DESERT Boots
Knee-length white cargo shorts
long sleeve white cargo shirt
Cap: Peaked white Afrika Korps/style.
Helmet M35 Stahlhelm.

Equipment knife t: 2 canteens, first aid and field hygiene kit, insect repellent.
1 pocket and mess kit.
Arms:
Melee: Gladius sword with 20 inch blade.
Pistol[All get]: I Bolo MAuser c/96 ten rounds,7.63x25mm 50 rounds on stripper clips.
Rifle: VZ24 7x57mm bolt action. 100 rounds.
Submachinegun: 50% get:
MP-28 in 7.63x25mm
Grenade: Mills Bomb.
[Am I getting this right]

by **Ryjoven Lousthyr** » Sat Apr 18, 2026 2:17 pm

Crimetopolis B wrote:Crimetopolis B
Leader: Hobbs the white odd-eyed kitten.

Industrial Society, 1935 level tech

Population; 275,000,000

Major industies: Industrial power house.

Constitutional Republic.

Army: Both genders volunteer, 16-70: 1,000,000

Landsturm: 4,000,000. Both genders volunteer 12-75.

Uniform: Pull on DESERT Boots
Knee-length white cargo shorts
long sleeve white cargo shirt
Cap: Peaked white Afrika Korps/style.
Helmet M35 Stahlhelm.

Equipment knife t: 2 canteens, first aid and field hygiene kit, insect repellent.
1 pocket and mess kit.
Arms:
Melee: Gladius sword with 20 inch blade.
Pistol[All get]: I Bolo MAuser c/96 ten rounds,7.63x25mm 50 rounds on stripper clips.
Rifle: VZ24 7x57mm bolt action. 100 rounds.
Submachinegun: 50% get:
MP-28 in 7.63x25mm
Grenade: Mills Bomb.
[Am I getting this right]

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Hopefully. I can order a new pair of glasses this Friday. Sorry for any inconvenience this might cause.

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