eldorado
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Citizen's (Your) Perspective:
You're from the kingdom of Gilgamo, which is not the best of locations. Okay, so I was exaggerating. It's a miserable place. The mountains that top your northern border are where the Ooligan bandits stream down from, and they're always raiding your cities and doing unspeakable things to the inhabitants. Then you've got the East, the Kingdom of Qur, which you can't trust because they can't stop lying to you and poisoning your wine and filling your courts with spies. They couldn't say a true word for their own mother! And you'd think that was as bad as it got, but in the South, the Dougal Empire (stuffed to the brim with pompous, self-obsessed hypocrites who fall over backwards to keep their tradition) has such advances in technology and such a disciplined army that the very sight of a messenger clothed in their purple-and-scarlet finery sends a chill of silent dread down your back. We can all agree that we would be their slaves if it weren't for Qur foiling Dougal's every military campaign.
Oh, and to the West is the ocean. It likes to hurl hurricanes at us.
But it's not all bad! Your own country is nice! The line of kings in Gilgamo have been merciful and just. Our late King, Ferdamo, is best of them all. He generously provided martial training to every citizen -- he sent even his own royal officers to train squadrons in every city, taught your blacksmiths with his blacksmiths. Even at a cost to his own power, he did not hoard military strength, but freely gave weaponry and seigecraft to the seven Dukes of Gilgamo, such that their power would be equal to his own. How can there be such a kind king? Well, for all his reign, from the time of his youth, King Ferdamo lent an ear to Brother Urmack, whom the Church of the One Divine selected to guide him.
Which reminds me to mention that third estate. The spiritual estate. Long have we looked to the One Church for counsel and aid. Were it not for them, we would have long succumbed to this cruel world that so rages against us on every side. We have been in need of food, and they gave us bread. We have been in need of beds, and they opened their doors. We have lost our way, and they have guided us in times of darkness. The light to this dark world, the One Church has healed our injuries, soothed our hunger, and taught us truth. With Healers of divine power, Brothers of righteous wisdom, and Workers of compassionate provision, we have found hope and light. You can expect that our children will turn and ask, and we will take them through the doors of those hallowed buildings, so that they may be taught from the historical chronicles of ages past. Although the church has refused to rule over us, we so love their kind influence. King Ferdamo has protected it like he would his own heart.
All our misery between the nations was soon to end. After years of conference and debate, of hope and despair and hope again, at last we felt some relief. Promises of peace flooded our streets.
Then, on the day of the treaty, yesterday, something happened. The castle doors were closed to us. We know not what.
Today, the prince will tell us what has happened. Take hold of your wife and children. Prepare your heart for the worst, your hand for war.
It would not be the first time we have been betrayed.
That Which Will Be Revealed
Up until about a week ago, everything was looking good for young Prince Humphrey. The scouts reported tidings of goodwill from the neighboring countries. The ages-long war with the Ooligan Barbarians was at last sealed in peace treaties and covenants of animal entrails and pacts sworn through the priesthood. He was expecting to be crowned into an era of development, enlightenment, a new day of new knowledge free from the confines of war and intrigue. His father's rule was to be crowned in success. The seven kingdoms were about to start working together.
And then something outside of our world came down from above. "Peace, peace," the aliens promised, as they came and sat with us and inquired what a world we had made. They were still saying peace when they called down fire from the sky, when they turned King Ferdamo to dust in an instant, and when they took the young prince in the middle of the night.
And what's a prince to do when the aliens tell him they've gathered all nobles of the neighboring kingdoms? What can he say when they promise him life and peace if he arises triumphant in battle? Will he complain when they prepare him for the fight, and give him men to command and food to eat?
The young prince will fight. What else is he to do?
End Scene
Hi
I'm trying to revive my old thread that got no replies lol
www.rpnation.com
You'll be playing a Gilgamo citizen who's volunteered to fight for the prince. Why they raised their hand is up to you. I'll play the priest who's there to offer counsel and help guide the action.
Aside from the healing powers of the church, which work only to restore the body's injuries, but do not prevent death from disease or age, the setting is medieval like the 1100's.
The thread is already up: feel free to voice interest here or drop a character in the thread!
You're from the kingdom of Gilgamo, which is not the best of locations. Okay, so I was exaggerating. It's a miserable place. The mountains that top your northern border are where the Ooligan bandits stream down from, and they're always raiding your cities and doing unspeakable things to the inhabitants. Then you've got the East, the Kingdom of Qur, which you can't trust because they can't stop lying to you and poisoning your wine and filling your courts with spies. They couldn't say a true word for their own mother! And you'd think that was as bad as it got, but in the South, the Dougal Empire (stuffed to the brim with pompous, self-obsessed hypocrites who fall over backwards to keep their tradition) has such advances in technology and such a disciplined army that the very sight of a messenger clothed in their purple-and-scarlet finery sends a chill of silent dread down your back. We can all agree that we would be their slaves if it weren't for Qur foiling Dougal's every military campaign.
Oh, and to the West is the ocean. It likes to hurl hurricanes at us.
But it's not all bad! Your own country is nice! The line of kings in Gilgamo have been merciful and just. Our late King, Ferdamo, is best of them all. He generously provided martial training to every citizen -- he sent even his own royal officers to train squadrons in every city, taught your blacksmiths with his blacksmiths. Even at a cost to his own power, he did not hoard military strength, but freely gave weaponry and seigecraft to the seven Dukes of Gilgamo, such that their power would be equal to his own. How can there be such a kind king? Well, for all his reign, from the time of his youth, King Ferdamo lent an ear to Brother Urmack, whom the Church of the One Divine selected to guide him.
Which reminds me to mention that third estate. The spiritual estate. Long have we looked to the One Church for counsel and aid. Were it not for them, we would have long succumbed to this cruel world that so rages against us on every side. We have been in need of food, and they gave us bread. We have been in need of beds, and they opened their doors. We have lost our way, and they have guided us in times of darkness. The light to this dark world, the One Church has healed our injuries, soothed our hunger, and taught us truth. With Healers of divine power, Brothers of righteous wisdom, and Workers of compassionate provision, we have found hope and light. You can expect that our children will turn and ask, and we will take them through the doors of those hallowed buildings, so that they may be taught from the historical chronicles of ages past. Although the church has refused to rule over us, we so love their kind influence. King Ferdamo has protected it like he would his own heart.
All our misery between the nations was soon to end. After years of conference and debate, of hope and despair and hope again, at last we felt some relief. Promises of peace flooded our streets.
Then, on the day of the treaty, yesterday, something happened. The castle doors were closed to us. We know not what.
Today, the prince will tell us what has happened. Take hold of your wife and children. Prepare your heart for the worst, your hand for war.
It would not be the first time we have been betrayed.
That Which Will Be Revealed
Up until about a week ago, everything was looking good for young Prince Humphrey. The scouts reported tidings of goodwill from the neighboring countries. The ages-long war with the Ooligan Barbarians was at last sealed in peace treaties and covenants of animal entrails and pacts sworn through the priesthood. He was expecting to be crowned into an era of development, enlightenment, a new day of new knowledge free from the confines of war and intrigue. His father's rule was to be crowned in success. The seven kingdoms were about to start working together.
And then something outside of our world came down from above. "Peace, peace," the aliens promised, as they came and sat with us and inquired what a world we had made. They were still saying peace when they called down fire from the sky, when they turned King Ferdamo to dust in an instant, and when they took the young prince in the middle of the night.
And what's a prince to do when the aliens tell him they've gathered all nobles of the neighboring kingdoms? What can he say when they promise him life and peace if he arises triumphant in battle? Will he complain when they prepare him for the fight, and give him men to command and food to eat?
The young prince will fight. What else is he to do?
End Scene
Hi
I'm trying to revive my old thread that got no replies lol
Fantasy - Aliens Took Over My Kingdom - Characters
Citizen's Perspective: You're from the kingdom of Gilgamo, which is not the best of locations. Okay, so I was exaggerating. It's a miserable place. The mountains that top your northern border are where the Ooligan bandits stream down from, and they're always raiding your cities and doing...
www.rpnation.com
You'll be playing a Gilgamo citizen who's volunteered to fight for the prince. Why they raised their hand is up to you. I'll play the priest who's there to offer counsel and help guide the action.
Aside from the healing powers of the church, which work only to restore the body's injuries, but do not prevent death from disease or age, the setting is medieval like the 1100's.
The thread is already up: feel free to voice interest here or drop a character in the thread!
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