Political Roleplay Idea. : The Elder Scrolls Series Discussion

» Sat May 28, 2011 4:26 pm

I got the two mixed up.

Oh, and what I meant by religion, is: Who is going to be the Frankish Crusaders, and who is going to be Jerusalem?

I don't think the region has a proper anolog to Jerusalem, but Ada-Mantia could be significant since its the site of Convention and the oldest structure in history.

as for the Frankish Crusaders, it would depend on how people played the Knightly orders. For example, the Knights of the Rose could play this part If I rped them in that way, or your own Knights of the Flame could become this.

» Sat May 28, 2011 12:37 pm

Oh, and what I meant by religion, is: Who is going to be the Frankish Crusaders, and who is going to be Jerusalem?

Well there really isn't a whole lot of religious diversity in High Rock. The only realm that shares different spiritual beliefs is probably the Direnni. Being Altmer and living in the Adamantium Tower likely suggests their ideas are Merethic. Either way, a monarch would probably be the crusaders considering the Orsinium doesn't give a damn and United Bretony has no need for religion other than keeping the public pacified.

» Sat May 28, 2011 5:33 am

Well there really isn't a whole lot of religious diversity in High Rock. The only realm that shares different spiritual beliefs is probably the Direnni. Being Altmer and living in the Adamantium Tower likely suggests their ideas are Merethic. Either way, a monarch would probably be the crusaders considering the Orsinium doesn't give a damn and United Bretony has no need for religion other than keeping the public pacified.

But with many of the local rulers probably being Bretons, I doubt any of 'em have the fervor need to crush those haughty elves like they deserved to be crushed in the name of Shor.

» Sat May 28, 2011 8:49 pm

OOC: Righto, heres my heavily characterized Rulers.

Characters

Name: Valgur Redtooth
Race: Orcish

Age: 53

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The warrior

Physical Appearance: Representing more of a shaved boar then a proper orc, Valgur is more of an animal then any proper-thinking being. A very dark shade of green, he sports a pudgy and brick-like face. He has a beast of a chin, with a massive flowing beard stained with all manner of substances, and a massive lower lip that always seems to dribble ever so slightly. His tusks are truly huge, and are painted red at the tips ( to show his family name ), and he has beady black eyes buried under a grand brow.

His hair is long and unclean, the hair of a true barbarian. The same can be said for his hands, which look more like talons. He is a bulky, strong, ape-like creature...and rather foul in every possible way.

Apparel (clothing and armor): Valgur usually wears a simple leather jerkin with tan pants and cosy woolen boots, with a grand overcoat made of brilliant green scales ( rumor is that the scales are that of a dragons, but many dispute this).

In battle it is an entirely different affair. Valgur proudly wears his ceremonial armor on the field, a grandest set of bronze-colored orcish plate made up of gauntlets, pauldrons, greaves, boots, and cuirass. It is proudly engraved with the image of him towering above the Wrothgarian mountains, and he usually accompanies this set with a shaggy woolen cape.

Weapons: The great axe "Hellbiter" has been handed down the Redtooth family lineage for many a generation. A massive and crude weapon; slow swinging yet heavy hitting. It's primitive in every sense, but packs enough strength in each blow to kill a horse.

Misc: Valgur is never seen without his goatskin flask of finest Orcish liquor. He keeps it tied to his belt.

Misc Info: Valgur is a tempered creature, impulsive, fierce, and generally very very angry. All this strength comes at a cost however, and he is very thick-headed. He is most comfortable on the field of battle, sinking his weapon into the skulls of his foes. Prone to going on tangents, he rarely thinks before he acts. As a consequence, he heavily relies on his younger brother for guidance.

History/Bio: Current holder of the Orcish throne and a member of the noble Redtooth clan, Valgur inherited the leadership from his father by killing him in a duel. He envisions himself as a grand leader of his people, a brave and hearty warrior who will lead Orsinium to victory. In truth however, he is dumb and needlessly violent. His people know this, and if it were not for his brother; he would surely drive Orsinium to ruin.

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Name: Razzog Redtooth
Race: Orc

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Ritual

Physical Appearance: Almost comically contrasted to his older brother, Razzog is meek, tall, and thin. A pale shade of green, he is always well cleaned and dressed; and often puts a lot of effort into his appearance. Overall, he is simply the polar opposite of Valgur; thin, pale, and clean. He is however, missing the tip of his left ear. Valgur bit it off in a brotherly dispute. His tusks are also colored red at the tip, as is family tradition.

Apparel (clothing and armor): Razzog likes to think of himself as a scholar and a gentleman. As such, he wears a finely sewn silk shirt with tie, and a dark waistcoat over that. He wears finely made buckled shoes with silk pantaloons and stockings, with a regal blue overcoat with gold trim to top it all off. The only thing he's missing is a powdered wig...and his dress sense is a cause of constant irritation to Valgur, who believes he should dress more traditionally.

On the rare times he takes to the battlefield, Razzog dons a light set of orcish mail used by the more agile of Vulgars army. It is suited for skirmishers, and agents...and thus he is quite nimble when moving in it.

Weapons: Razzog usually has two elven daggers strapped to his waist. Although he is a fast moving fighter, he is an overall untalented warrior and cannot really use the daggers to the best of their ability.

Misc: Unlike his brothers meaty flask, Razzog has a neat steel hip-flask of brandy tucked into his coat pocket. A quick hit usually calms his nerves.

Misc Info: A brilliant thinker, but otherwise physically weak and timid; Razzog serves as the brains to his brother. Somewhat cowardly, Razzog is a brilliant tactician and advisor, but prefers to set his plans from the confine of his keep then on the battlefield like Valgur.

History/Bio: The first in line for the throne after Valgur, Razzog is believed by many to make a better leader then his brother. This is known to Valgur, who keeps Razzog on a tight leash. He serves his brother as an overall advisor, and cunningly leads the orcish military, although he is never seen fighting himself. That is for his brother...

» Sat May 28, 2011 12:59 pm

But with many of the local rulers probably being Bretons, I doubt any of 'em have the fervor need to crush those haughty elves like they deserved to be crushed in the name of Shor.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Direnni.

You see Ada Mantia on the map, it is on the Isle_of_Balfiera. That is what the Direnni hold. They are about a pink dot or so. The Direnni were an Altmer clan, the original elves ruling High Rock. Soon they were overtaken through various wars and such, and their only remaining territory is that island. They intend to stay out of the war, but if someone gets too close they will think otherwise.They are more or less a territory of Daggerfall. They would deny being part of Daggerfall and they run their own government, but Daggerfall would protect them kind of like a territory. Example: Puerto Rico to the United States, etc.

And they also live outside of the tower, too...

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OOC: Righto, heres my heavily characterized Rulers.

Characters

Name: Valgur Redtooth
Race: Orcish

Age: 53

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The warrior

Physical Appearance: Representing more of a shaved boar then a proper orc, Valgur is more of an animal then any proper-thinking being. A very dark shade of green, he sports a pudgy and brick-like face. He has a beast of a chin, with a massive flowing beard stained with all manner of substances, and a massive lower lip that always seems to dribble ever so slightly. His tusks are truly huge, and are painted red at the tips ( to show his family name ), and he has beady black eyes buried under a grand brow.

His hair is long and unclean, the hair of a true barbarian. The same can be said for his hands, which look more like talons. He is a bulky, strong, ape-like creature...and rather foul in every possible way.

Apparel (clothing and armor): Valgur usually wears a simple leather jerkin with tan pants and cosy woolen boots, with a grand overcoat made of brilliant green scales ( rumor is that the scales are that of a dragons, but many dispute this).

In battle it is an entirely different affair. Valgur proudly wears his ceremonial armor on the field, a grandest set of bronze-colored orcish plate made up of gauntlets, pauldrons, greaves, boots, and cuirass. It is proudly engraved with the image of him towering above the Wrothgarian mountains, and he usually accompanies this set with a shaggy woolen cape.

Weapons: The great axe "Hellbiter" has been handed down the Redtooth family lineage for many a generation. A massive and crude weapon; slow swinging yet heavy hitting. It's primitive in every sense, but packs enough strength in each blow to kill a horse.

Misc: Valgur is never seen without his goatskin flask of finest Orcish liquor. He keeps it tied to his belt.

Misc Info: Valgur is a tempered creature, impulsive, fierce, and generally very very angry. All this strength comes at a cost however, and he is very thick-headed. He is most comfortable on the field of battle, sinking his weapon into the skulls of his foes. Prone to going on tangents, he rarely thinks before he acts. As a consequence, he heavily relies on his younger brother for guidance.

History/Bio: Current holder of the Orcish throne and a member of the noble Redtooth clan, Valgur inherited the leadership from his father by killing him in a duel. He envisions himself as a grand leader of his people, a brave and hearty warrior who will lead Orsinium to victory. In truth however, he is dumb and needlessly violent. His people know this, and if it were not for his brother; he would surely drive Orsinium to ruin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Name: Razzog Redtooth
Race: Orc

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Ritual

Physical Appearance: Almost comically contrasted to his older brother, Razzog is meek, tall, and thin. A pale shade of green, he is always well cleaned and dressed; and often puts a lot of effort into his appearance. Overall, he is simply the polar opposite of Valgur; thin, pale, and clean. He is however, missing the tip of his left ear. Valgur bit it off in a brotherly dispute. His tusks are also colored red at the tip, as is family tradition.

Apparel (clothing and armor): Razzog likes to think of himself as a scholar and a gentleman. As such, he wears a finely sewn silk shirt with tie, and a dark waistcoat over that. He wears finely made buckled shoes with silk pantaloons and stockings, with a regal blue overcoat with gold trim to top it all off. The only thing he's missing is a powdered wig...and his dress sense is a cause of constant irritation to Valgur, who believes he should dress more traditionally.

On the rare times he takes to the battlefield, Razzog dons a light set of orcish mail used by the more agile of Vulgars army. It is suited for skirmishers, and agents...and thus he is quite nimble when moving in it.

Weapons: Razzog usually has two elven daggers strapped to his waist. Although he is a fast moving fighter, he is an overall untalented warrior and cannot really use the daggers to the best of their ability.

Misc: Unlike his brothers meaty flask, Razzog has a neat steel hip-flask of brandy tucked into his coat pocket. A quick hit usually calms his nerves.

Misc Info: A brilliant thinker, but otherwise physically weak and timid; Razzog serves as the brains to his brother. Somewhat cowardly, Razzog is a brilliant tactician and advisor, but prefers to set his plans from the confine of his keep then on the battlefield like Valgur.

History/Bio: The first in line for the throne after Valgur, Razzog is believed by many to make a better leader then his brother. This is known to Valgur, who keeps Razzog on a tight leash. He serves his brother as an overall advisor, and cunningly leads the orcish military, although he is never seen fighting himself. That is for his brother...

Accepted Atomic. Good deal.

You see? His sheet isn't necessarily crazy long, but they are well built characters anyhow. Stuff is there to reveal in the RP.

» Sat May 28, 2011 7:42 pm

For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Direnni.

You see Ada Mantia on the map, it is on the Isle_of_Balfiera. That is what the Direnni hold. They are about a pink dot or so. The Direnni were an Altmer clan, the original elves ruling High Rock. Soon they were overtaken through various wars and such, and their only remaining territory is that island. They intend to stay out of the war, but if someone gets too close they will think otherwise.They are more or less a territory of Daggerfall. They would deny being part of Daggerfall and they run their own government, but Daggerfall would protect them kind of like a territory. Example: Puerto Rico to the United States, etc.

And they also live outside of the tower, too...

Aye, but their elves. THe only good elf is a dead elf. Kill them, like Pelinal would have wanted. Too bad the entire area is filled with half-breeds. Their nearly as bad as the elves! Though at least the evil in their veins is diluted by the purifying blood of man!

» Sat May 28, 2011 8:52 am

Character Sheet Organization

Name: Gaubert Cyril

Race: Breton

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Ritual

Physical Appearance:

Gaubert is a young man trapped in an old man’s body. However, because of his growing age, he looks much more wise and capable, which makes him an even better candidate for leadership. His eyes, which are a dark green, are usually wide and vibrant with life, pushing a celestial life-force into those which happen to make eye contact. His withering face only makes him look older, and his pale skin makes him look frail. In fact, he is pretty frail. He does not like to do anything of the sort of physical fitness, but is capable in the arcane arts. His fingertips are full of a rose color from the magicka rushing to his fingertips, and his long gray hair hangs to about his ears.

Gaubert is a tall and lanky man, but, while looking frail, he also seems like a capable and strong person. His thin mouth is usually curved up in a warm smile, which helps those talk to him with ease. In short, his physical body gives him a shine of wisdom and kindness, which might just throw off people in the long run…

Apparel (clothing and armor):

Gaubert Cyril is a fine-dressed man when it comes to clothing. He wears an extravagant blue suit, which has many gold adornments and the such. It is lined with two golden buttons which button each other up, and there are a variety of chains that go from his shoulder to his pockets, and other places. His right bosom is decorated with fine military achievements, which he has earned overt the years, and displays them proudly. He wears a khaki bottom, with cow-leather shoes. The shoes, however, are well refined, making him look like a strong ruler. His clothing often intimidates others, which, along with his physical body, makes him a unique concoction for a ruler.

When in battle, Gaubert wears an array of grand armor that further reflects his splendor. Gaubert usually wears http://a0.vox.com/6a00bf76d0a9b7438300c2252cac708e1d-500pi, which is due to his fascination of the Gothic and Supernatural. It is made out of an alloy of steel and bronze, which, when brewed together like this, creates a double-woven layer of metal which is extremely hard to penetrate.

Weapons: http://swords.com/buy/catalog/product/gallery/id/500/image/1386/ [Cool isn't it?] is Gaubert's weapon. Made from steel, passed down to him from his Grandpa, whom was one of those veterans who loved fighting.

Misc: Magical Scrolls

Misc Info: Gaubert, being one of the many mages that inhabits Bretony, knows that all good mages carry around scrolls of the arcane arts.

History/Bio:

Gaubert was born into a rich noble family inside the walls of Anticlere. His father was a man of government, his mother, well, a mother. His parents were very well educated, and at a young age, influenced that upon Gaubert. He was taught to read at a young age, and, when old enough, attended a school which taught him Philosophy and Government. He later, after that, attended a school which taught Military Tacticians. His father didn’t encourage this, but Gaubert always imagined himself a soldier.

So, when he joined the Bretic Army, his father practically disowned him. Gaubert joined and served as an officer due to his social standing, and showed much promise. After about three years, Gaubert retired back to his home, where he met his future wife. Another year later, they were married, at the age of 21. A year later, they had a child named Louis, who died as an infant due to tuberculosis. Gaubert then joined government, becoming a popular man of the people. During the time of the revolution against High Rock, Gaubert helped create and inspire the ideas through the people which helped lead the revolution.

When the time came, Gaubert stepped up to plate. In one swift movement, he destroyed any opposition and rose to power. He created a system of representatives which held one emissary from every City-State inside Greater Bretony, which he knew would go over well with the people. He knew that he would have to tread lightly, however, as revolution had just swept by, and it could easily destroy the government once again. He knows that the times ahead are rough, and he looks to the future to carry out his plans…

» Sat May 28, 2011 5:08 pm

Name: King Charles-Syagrius

Birth Name: Syagrius

Note: it is considered impolite in the court of Wayrest to refer to the King as simply “Syagrius.” The use of Charles or Charles-Syagrius is considered proper etiquette.

Race: Breton

Gender: male

Position: King of Wayrest

Age: 53

Skills: Mysticism, Alteration, Blade, debate, oration

Appearance: A bald man whose cheeks have started to sag due to age. His blue eyes on the other hand are bright and fierce, and convey the ambition and drive that inhabits his slowly aging body. He is not particularly muscular, though it is quite clear that he has not completely neglected his physique. His skin is pale, and the lack of coloration in his lips and around his eyes makes it clear that Syagrius does not wear make-up.

Items: a mysterious black box, just large enough to hold a crystal or stone.
The Signet Ring of the Wayrest Royal Family.

Weapon: A ceremonial steel sword, bearing the crest of the Wayrest Royal Family. It was originally commissioned by Elysana to commemorate her son’s (Syagrius' Great-grandfather) rise to the Throne. The blade has been passed down by the rulers of Wayrest ever since, until it finally came into Syagrius' possession.

Clothing: King Charles wears a crown consisting of a large central golden spike, that when properly worn is directly above the nose. The Spike is tipped with bone, and a ruby has been embedded into the front of it. The crown also has 8 minor spikes circling its perimeter, with each one encrusted in jewels. His royal robes consist of a long flowing Blood Red robe with purple, jewel encrusted streaks that widen the farther one goes down the robe. His shoes also match this color scheme, though without any additional adornments like precious gems. The shoulders of his robes are bulkier then one would expect, and metal pauldrons have been integrated into the robe. He also wears a chainmail shirt and pants under his robe.

Bio: Born to an Imperial father and a Breton mother, Syagrius is a man of nibenean culture and tastes, despite being born in Wayrest. He is both conniving and cunning, and it is said that if this man gives you a mile, you will soon find yourself without two miles. He has three sons: Titus, age 9, Louis, age 19, and Acridius II, age 20. His wife died 8 years ago, though the King has been strangely up-beat about the whole thing.

» Sat May 28, 2011 7:01 pm

Aye, but their elves. THe only good elf is a dead elf. Kill them, like Pelinal would have wanted. Too bad the entire area is filled with half-breeds. Their nearly as bad as the elves! Though at least the evil in their veins is diluted by the purifying blood of man!

Aye, Ravanger. PFA and I discussed some stuff, and when we are talking about the Direnni, about the territory stuff, well, Daggerfall is being replaced with Wayrest.

So they are more or less Wayrestrian Territory.

Character Sheet Organization

Name: Gaubert Cyril

Race: Breton

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Ritual

Physical Appearance:

Gaubert is a young man trapped in an old man’s body. However, because of his growing age, he looks much more wise and capable, which makes him an even better candidate for leadership. His eyes, which are a dark green, are usually wide and vibrant with life, pushing a celestial life-force into those which happen to make eye contact. His withering face only makes him look older, and his pale skin makes him look frail. In fact, he is pretty frail. He does not like to do anything of the sort of physical fitness, but is capable in the arcane arts. His fingertips are full of a rose color from the magicka rushing to his fingertips, and his long gray hair hangs to about his ears.

Gaubert is a tall and lanky man, but, while looking frail, he also seems like a capable and strong person. His thin mouth is usually curved up in a warm smile, which helps those talk to him with ease. In short, his physical body gives him a shine of wisdom and kindness, which might just throw off people in the long run…

Apparel (clothing and armor):

Gaubert Cyril is a fine-dressed man when it comes to clothing. He wears an extravagant blue suit, which has many gold adornments and the such. It is lined with two golden buttons which button each other up, and there are a variety of chains that go from his shoulder to his pockets, and other places. His right bosom is decorated with fine military achievements, which he has earned overt the years, and displays them proudly. He wears a khaki bottom, with cow-leather shoes. The shoes, however, are well refined, making him look like a strong ruler. His clothing often intimidates others, which, along with his physical body, makes him a unique concoction for a ruler.

When in battle, Gaubert wears an array of grand armor that further reflects his splendor. Gaubert usually wears http://a0.vox.com/6a00bf76d0a9b7438300c2252cac708e1d-500pi, which is due to his fascination of the Gothic and Supernatural. It is made out of an alloy of steel and bronze, which, when brewed together like this, creates a double-woven layer of metal which is extremely hard to penetrate.

Weapons: http://swords.com/buy/catalog/product/gallery/id/500/image/1386/ [Cool isn't it?] is Gaubert's weapon. Made from steel, passed down to him from his Grandpa, whom was one of those veterans who loved fighting.

Misc: Magical Scrolls

Misc Info: Gaubert, being one of the many mages that inhabits Bretony, knows that all good mages carry around scrolls of the arcane arts.

History/Bio:

Gaubert was born into a rich noble family inside the walls of Anticlere. His father was a man of government, his mother, well, a mother. His parents were very well educated, and at a young age, influenced that upon Gaubert. He was taught to read at a young age, and, when old enough, attended a school which taught him Philosophy and Government. He later, after that, attended a school which taught Military Tacticians. His father didn’t encourage this, but Gaubert always imagined himself a soldier.

So, when he joined the Bretic Army, his father practically disowned him. Gaubert joined and served as an officer due to his social standing, and showed much promise. After about three years, Gaubert retired back to his home, where he met his future wife. Another year later, they were married, at the age of 21. A year later, they had a child named Louis, who died as an infant due to tuberculosis. Gaubert then joined government, becoming a popular man of the people. During the time of the revolution against High Rock, Gaubert helped create and inspire the ideas through the people which helped lead the revolution.

When the time came, Gaubert stepped up to plate. In one swift movement, he destroyed any opposition and rose to power. He created a system of representatives which held one emissary from every City-State inside Greater Bretony, which he knew would go over well with the people. He knew that he would have to tread lightly, however, as revolution had just swept by, and it could easily destroy the government once again. He knows that the times ahead are rough, and he looks to the future to carry out his plans…

All is good. It seems we may have a "George Washington".

Name: King Charles-Syagrius

Birth Name: Syagrius

Note: it is considered impolite in the court of Wayrest to refer to the King as simply “Syagrius.” The use of Charles or Charles-Syagrius is considered proper etiquette.

Race: Breton

Gender: male

Position: King of Wayrest

Age: 53

Skills: Mysticism, Alteration, Blade, debate, oration

Appearance: A bald man whose cheeks have started to sag due to age. His blue eyes on the other hand are bright and fierce, and convey the ambition and drive that inhabits his slowly aging body. He is not particularly muscular, though it is quite clear that he has not completely neglected his physique. His skin is pale, and the lack of coloration in his lips and around his eyes makes it clear that Syagrius does not wear make-up.

Items: a mysterious black box, just large enough to hold a crystal or stone.
The Signet Ring of the Wayrest Royal Family.

Weapon: A ceremonial steel sword, bearing the crest of the Wayrest Royal Family. It was originally commissioned by Elysana to commemorate her son’s rise to the Throne.

Clothing: King Charles wears a crown consisting of a large central golden spike, that when properly worn is directly above the nose. The Spike is tipped with bone, and a ruby has been embedded into the front of it. The crown also has 8 minor spikes circling its perimeter, with each one encrusted in jewels. His royal robes consist of a long flowing Blood Red robe with purple, jewel encrusted streaks that widen the farther one goes down the robe. His shoes also match this color scheme, though without any additional adornments like precious gems. The shoulders of his robes are bulkier then one would expect, and metal pauldrons have been integrated into the robe. He also wears a chainmail shirt and pants under his robe.

Bio: Born to an Imperial father and a Breton mother, Syagrius is a man of nibenean culture and tastes, despite being born in Wayrest. He is both conniving and cunning, and it is said that if this man gives you a mile, you will soon find yourself without two miles. He has three sons: Titus, age 9, Louis, age 19, and Acridius II, age 20. His wife died 8 years ago, though the King has been strangely up-beat about the whole thing.

It looks good Ravanger, just have a military man (a Marshal of Wayrest or something) to go with him. I do want you to change one little thing in your weapon section.

This is 150 years into the 4th Era. Elysana was very old during the crises (old enough) and she already had daughters. Your ruler will likely (according to time) be Evelyn's (Elysana's first daughter) great-great grandson. Also, make sure his MOTHER was the throne ruler, and she married an Imperial.

Lets assume Evelyn had her first child near the crises, and he had a child when he was 30 years, and it passes on.

Elysana- before 4E 1

Evelyn- has child around 4E 5

Evelyn's son - Has child around 4E 35

Evelyn's grandson - Has child around 4E 65

Evelyn's great-grand son- Has child at exactly 4E 97 (This is Charles).

Charles- has first son at 4E 130

~Aye there. Elysana is long dead.

Now to address my last thing. Be aware when your ruler is a battlefield man, that he may very well die (he may not, but he will be a far easier target). People die in wars, and your ruler who decides he has enough balls to fight may be one of those people >.>

» Sat May 28, 2011 7:59 am

It looks good Ravanger, just have a military man (a Marshal of Wayrest or something) to go with him. I do want you to change one little thing in your weapon section.

This is 150 years into the 4th Era. Elysana was very old during the crises (old enough) and she already had daughters. Your ruler will likely (according to time) be Evelyn's (Elysana's first daughter) great-great grandson. Also, make sure his MOTHER was the throne ruler, and she married an Imperial.

Lets assume Evelyn had her first child near the crises, and he had a child when he was 30 years, and it passes on.

Elysana- before 4E 1

Evelyn- has child around 4E 5

Evelyn's son - Has child around 4E 35

Evelyn's grandson - Has child around 4E 65

Evelyn's great-grand son- Has child at exactly 4E 97 (This is Charles).

Charles- has first son at 4E 130

~Aye there. Elysana is long dead.

Now to address my last thing. Be aware when your ruler is a battlefield man, that he may very well die (he may not, but he will be a far easier target). People die in wars, and your ruler who decides he has enough balls to fight may be one of those people >.>

Looks like you misunderstood something.

A few things, I couldn't find any info on Elysana's kids, and she was only 44 during the OB crisis by the way, so I assumed she had a male child. The male child would have been Charles great-Grandfather. I never said Charles was Elysana's kid. Perhaps I should have clarified that in the character sheet.

Also, I can't find any reference to this Evelyn person you mentioned, or any specification about the gender of Elysana's kids. What's your source? I'm curious.

edit2: the only reference I could find was that Elysana had two kids by her prince consort. Gender and names not given.

edit3: did some digging, and found that this Evelyn character appears to be an invention of one of the rpers in the Immortal blood timeline series of rp's. I would prefer it if my character's lineage was not ruled by someone else's fan-fiction.

» Sat May 28, 2011 12:32 pm

Ah well I thought it was real >.>

Woodborne isn't fake, he is Elysana's husband and he is mentioned in the War of Betony. For some reason I thought that I read in a book Elysana has 4 daughters. I don't believe she had a male child.

Although I will check up if it was invented by the timeline. If it was, then oh well. PFA may be able to tell you, though I thought the character was real. Aye, I am likely mistaken. Either way, this isn't the point of the Roleplay.

Alright lets get the rest of the sheets in in the next week, if you can.

» Sat May 28, 2011 11:36 am

Ah well I thought it was real >.>

Woodborne isn't fake, he is Elysana's husband and he is mentioned in the War of Betony. For some reason I thought that I read in a book Elysana has 4 daughters. I don't believe she had a male child.

Although I will check up if it was invented by the timeline. If it was, then oh well. PFA may be able to tell you, though I thought the character was real. Aye, I am likely mistaken. Either way, this isn't the point of the Roleplay.

Alright lets get the rest of the sheets in in the next week, if you can.

It is clearly stated in the Warp in the West that Elysana had two kids by her prince consort. Gender unspecified. As part of my roleplay, I'm specifying the gender of one of them. I will be sticking with the idea that Elysana's successor was a male, who is my char's Great-Grandfather. (Which had been the plan the entire time).

Actually, woodborne may have been killed by the Hero of Daggerfall, or humiliated and executed. and no, woodborne is not mentioned in either of the "The War of Betony" books. Neither is Elysana. But woodborne was betrothed to Elysana. They NEVER married.

» Sat May 28, 2011 5:52 am

Well whatever. Feel free to specify. We will have to lore-ize our own things to an extent.

Also I will save your sheet into the where I am putting them.

EDIT: Note.

Actual OP to be put up this weekend.

» Sat May 28, 2011 9:16 am

Name: Lord Daric Kingfield

Race: Breton

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Mage

Physical Appearance: A very tall man, standing around 6'4" and of medium build, though the life of a king is a luxurious one and has left him with a slightly ample frame. His short brown hair is slightly curly and always clean, and his small beady eyes are a light shade of green. His face is nearly as round as his stomach, and is clean shaven and soft, as is his entire complexion which is untanned and unmarred.

Apparel (clothing and armor): Dressed in a very regal and fine manner, as all kings should be, it involves many fine clothes with very rich colors like purples and greens and golds, and usually involves a robe of some sort and lots of golden jewelry.

For battles or certain ceremonies, he wears a fine iron and bronze cuirass, adorned with swirling patterns and gold trim, with Kambria's silver pick axe and sword crossed in the middle.

Weapons: A decorative long sword, made from the finest metals, and decorated with gold images and encrusted with several small emeralds and sapphires from Kambria's mines.

Misc: The crown of Kambria, which is a simple thin band of silver, with a bright ruby in the front middle, and gold trimming flowing around the circumference.

Misc Info: Not a warrior of any sort and has actually never seen a battle in his life.

History/Bio: Being born the only son of eight children, Daric's future was thrust upon him without his consent as he was molded to take over his fathers throne from the time he could crawl. As he grew older, it was clear that he would not be a grand warrior-king, but a ruler of economy and politics. Being young, he thought he would rule the kingdom as his own, but as he grew older and began to understand politics even better he discovered that the King's of Kambria had lost much actual power, as the city had adopted a more "republic" style of government since, which had been gaining popularity since before the Oblivion crisis and had now basically taken over for the system in Kambria. Outraged, but knowing he could do nothing, he simply studied the greatest politicians in history, hoping to gain every advantage of the Assembly that basically ruled the city-state.

At the age of thirty, his father finally passed away after a long life, and Daric gained the throne, having to face many problems left from his father who was a poor leader for the people, and spent most of his time campaigning to the north, leaving the city in near economical ruin. Daric pulled the city from near bankruptcy and faced the Assembly's growing power head on, to regain the King's lost power.

Minor Characters:

General Alix Ashcroft (Male Breton, 49): The man elected as one of the two Kambrian Strategos for the next five years (he is entering his second year as of the start of the RP). Generals in Kambria are as much military leaders as they are politicians and Alix is no exception to this, being part of the Assembly. He is a strong bodied man, much more of a warrior than the King, and has a thick red/orange "walrus" mustache to add to his strong look. He stands about 6 feet tall with a very odd shock of short red/orange hair and intelligent hazel eyes. He is very string willed and proud, sometimes overly proud, and is also cunning both on and off the battlefield and has made many friends and many enemies in the Assembly. He is not the easiest to get along with, but isn't a complete Ogre either and can have a good time with a drink in his hand. He is a "soldiers" general, living in basically the same conditions as his men when on the road. He is usually seen wearing simple but nice clothes or robes, and wears a slightly worn cuirass of iron and fights with sword and shield. Infantry and Skirmisher Commander.

General Ciel Yeomcroft (Male Breton, 31): The second of the two elected Strategos of Kambria and who is also beginning his second year of service. Being nearly two decades younger then his counterpart, many consider him inexperienced and rash, which are both traits he possesses. But his political ruthlessness and the fact that he helped clear the northern mountainous area of evil creatures threatening their miners has landed him the honored position of Strategos. Though getting on in age, he still maintains some youth with a head of medium length black hair and young, bright green eyes. He stands tall, around 6'1" and with a strong, muscular build. He is strong willed but inexperienced and sometimes rash and rather spoiled, becoming pouty when he doesn't get his wish, which has made him a fair share of non-supporters in the Assembly. He can be hard to get along with since he is very haughty and pompous but can crack a joke or two if he isn't in "important" company, and is more of the "pampered" general type, having many followers and living in the best conditions possible when on the road. He wears elaborate and somewhat flamboyant clothing, with bright yellows and reds and purples and lots of jewelry. In battle, he wears a fine iron cuirass and fights with spear, sword and shield from horseback. Cavalry and Artillery Commander.

Listien Wicksley (Male Breton, 53): The first and most prominent Archon of the Assembly, meaning he oversees and acts as "judge" in the law courts of the city. An extremely wealthy and powerful man, second in wealth only to the King and many say he rivals the King in power and influence amongst the cities nobles, though there is little love for him among the lower class people of Kambria. This year marks his tenth election into position of Archon (quite an accomplishment considering you cannot be elected two years in a row) and he has many friends in the ninety-nine man Assembly. He is cunning, ruthless and intelligent, with sharp blue eyes that always seem to be squinting and are half covered by white bushy eyebrows. He is completely bald and has no facial hair but a fair share of wrinkles, though expensive medicines have worked wonders on him. In Assembly he wears the customary purple robes of the Archon, and the blue when he isn't Archon and basic whites and tans when he is not attending to official duties. He is small, no more than 5'8" and a very skinny man, but few would openly oppose him and his large Orc guards.

Didn't feel it necessary for full sheets for the last three. Hope those descriptions will do for what they look like, who they are, ect. Cheers!

» Sat May 28, 2011 5:04 pm

Name: Lord Daric Kingfield

Race: Breton

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Birthsign: The Mage

Physical Appearance: A very tall man, standing around 6'4" and of medium build, though the life of a king is a luxurious one and has left him with a slightly ample frame. His short brown hair is slightly curly and always clean, and his small beady eyes are a light shade of green. His face is nearly as round as his stomach, and is clean shaven and soft, as is his entire complexion which is untanned and unmarred.

Apparel (clothing and armor): Dressed in a very regal and fine manner, as all kings should be, it involves many fine clothes with very rich colors like purples and greens and golds, and usually involves a robe of some sort and lots of golden jewelry.

For battles or certain ceremonies, he wears a fine iron and bronze cuirass, adorned with swirling patterns and gold trim, with Kambria's silver pick axe and sword crossed in the middle.

Weapons: A decorative long sword, made from the finest metals, and decorated with gold images and encrusted with several small emeralds and sapphires from Kambria's mines.

Misc: The crown of Kambria, which is a simple thin band of silver, with a bright ruby in the front middle, and gold trimming flowing around the circumference.

Misc Info: Not a warrior of any sort and has actually never seen a battle in his life.

History/Bio: Being born the only son of eight children, Daric's future was thrust upon him without his consent as he was molded to take over his fathers throne from the time he could crawl. As he grew older, it was clear that he would not be a grand warrior-king, but a ruler of economy and politics. Being young, he thought he would rule the kingdom as his own, but as he grew older and began to understand politics even better he discovered that the King's of Kambria had lost much actual power, as the city had adopted a more "republic" style of government since, which had been gaining popularity since before the Oblivion crisis and had now basically taken over for the system in Kambria. Outraged, but knowing he could do nothing, he simply studied the greatest politicians in history, hoping to gain every advantage of the Assembly that basically ruled the city-state.

At the age of thirty, his father finally passed away after a long life, and Daric gained the throne, having to face many problems left from his father who was a poor leader for the people, and spent most of his time campaigning to the north, leaving the city in near economical ruin. Daric pulled the city from near bankruptcy and faced the Assembly's growing power head on, to regain the King's lost power.

Minor Characters:

General Alix Ashcroft (Male Breton, 49): The man elected as one of the two Kambrian Strategos for the next five years (he is entering his second year as of the start of the RP). Generals in Kambria are as much military leaders as they are politicians and Alix is no exception to this, being part of the Assembly. He is a strong bodied man, much more of a warrior than the King, and has a thick red/orange "walrus" mustache to add to his strong look. He stands about 6 feet tall with a very odd shock of short red/orange hair and intelligent hazel eyes. He is very string willed and proud, sometimes overly proud, and is also cunning both on and off the battlefield and has made many friends and many enemies in the Assembly. He is not the easiest to get along with, but isn't a complete Ogre either and can have a good time with a drink in his hand. He is a "soldiers" general, living in basically the same conditions as his men when on the road. He is usually seen wearing simple but nice clothes or robes, and wears a slightly worn cuirass of iron and fights with sword and shield. Infantry and Skirmisher Commander.

General Ciel Yeomcroft (Male Breton, 31): The second of the two elected Strategos of Kambria and who is also beginning his second year of service. Being nearly two decades younger then his counterpart, many consider him inexperienced and rash, which are both traits he possesses. But his political ruthlessness and the fact that he helped clear the northern mountainous area of evil creatures threatening their miners has landed him the honored position of Strategos. Though getting on in age, he still maintains some youth with a head of medium length black hair and young, bright green eyes. He stands tall, around 6'1" and with a strong, muscular build. He is strong willed but inexperienced and sometimes rash and rather spoiled, becoming pouty when he doesn't get his wish, which has made him a fair share of non-supporters in the Assembly. He can be hard to get along with since he is very haughty and pompous but can crack a joke or two if he isn't in "important" company, and is more of the "pampered" general type, having many followers and living in the best conditions possible when on the road. He wears elaborate and somewhat flamboyant clothing, with bright yellows and reds and purples and lots of jewelry. In battle, he wears a fine iron cuirass and fights with spear, sword and shield from horseback. Cavalry and Artillery Commander.

Listien Wicksley (Male Breton, 53): The first and most prominent Archon of the Assembly, meaning he oversees and acts as "judge" in the law courts of the city. An extremely wealthy and powerful man, second in wealth only to the King and many say he rivals the King in power and influence amongst the cities nobles, though there is little love for him among the lower class people of Kambria. This year marks his tenth election into position of Archon (quite an accomplishment considering you cannot be elected two years in a row) and he has many friends in the ninety-nine man Assembly. He is cunning, ruthless and intelligent, with sharp blue eyes that always seem to be squinting and are half covered by white bushy eyebrows. He is completely bald and has no facial hair but a fair share of wrinkles, though expensive medicines have worked wonders on him. In Assembly he wears the customary purple robes of the Archon, and the blue when he isn't Archon and basic whites and tans when he is not attending to official duties. He is small, no more than 5'8" and a very skinny man, but few would openly oppose him and his large Orc guards.

Didn't feel it necessary for full sheets for the last three. Hope those descriptions will do for what they look like, who they are, ect. Cheers!

Accepted. Descriptions are more than fine. Nice characters BM.

» Sat May 28, 2011 3:08 pm

Behold. PFA now has us a wonderful faction description!

I think we will add a thing in for the story, and the OP will be up soon! Possibly tomorrow!

GET THE SHEETS IN.

You should have your sheet in by this weekend. I plan to start the RP next week, and hopefully the beginning. We are in a good position to start, so I advise getting it in. (You will be able to get it in after the RP starts though. Steve is an exception because he holds a major role.)

I am not sure when we will start but this isn't too far away. Now, for PFA's wonderful work of art.

United Bretony

United Bretony may be a new player in the politics of High Rock, but the idea behind it has been the political programme of all the major Bretic realms for many centuries. Briefly united several times, yet never by their own, the Bretons have always failed to attain permanent unity, no matter how close it might've seemed... up until now, apparently.

Though its birth was not as bloody as one might've expected, the future of the realm promises much bloodshed. Its political system is untested; the differences between the people are many, and the steps that remain until it can truly claim to be one land are even more numerous. Much remains to be done; however the people of United Bretony can take heart from the fact the foundations have already been laid.

Yet, though the people seem supportive of the idea behind the realm, and the lesser monarchies have fallen into place quite neatly, troubling questions arise before Anticlere and Camlorn. Thought Bretons are ultimately a single people, centuries of living apart have resulted in them drifting apart. Countless wars plague the past between realms and entire regions and some rulers may not be as ready to give up their independence as it might seem. The troubles only grow when one looks outwards, to the rest of High Rock.

Daggerfall and Wayrest, the most powerful players of High Rock throughout the whole of its history, do not look upon United Bretony with favour; their monarchs feel threatened. Can Anticlere and Camlorn rely on the centuries of bloodshed between the two to keep them apart, or will compromises be made in order to preserve the old order that favours the giants of the Iliac so?

And then there is another question the rulers of United Bretony must consider, one that is rarely voiced if ever, for now. Is a diarchy really necessary, or can one of the two seize power from the other? Will the unity of High Rock once more be sacrificed for personal ambition and lust for power in the end..?

Kingdom of Daggerfall

Long years ago, Daggerfall was a power unrivalled among the realms of High Rock. A city that rose during the turbulent First Era, it became the dominant force of southern High Rock long before Wayrest even rose above the status of a village. The leading power in economics, military, politics and culture, Daggerfall's star shone brightly for nearly four hundred years, its all-eclipsing brightness finally dimming after the siege of Orsinium and the subsequent rise of Daggerfall's greatest rival ? Wayrest.

Those times are long past. Daggerfall, though never disappearing from the political stage, came dangerously close to that during the reign of Queen Elysana of Wayrest. Many believed it only a matter of time before Daggerfall was incorporated into Elysana's growing realm; however, the death of the queen and the following years returned High Rock to the usual status quo once more. Though unable to eclipse Wayrest, Daggerfall's star was still shining.

Fourth Era seemed to finally bring good tidings to the realm. High Rock was silently split into spheres of influence by the powerful; years of peace came as both Wayrest and Daggerfall tried to avoid war, sharing the inevitable occasional brush that never erupted into open war. No one expected such a fragile peace to last long; however the way it seems it will be broken came as a surprise to all in High Rock.

Though the nobles of Daggerfall may view United Bretony as inferior to their era-old realm, the uncomfortable truth is that alone, Daggerfall will not be able to weather the coming storm. The monarch's authority is bound by that of the nobles; though the age of open hostilities between sovereign and vassal has passed, the noble magnates are still a force to be reckoned with and have taken precautions to ensure the king does not reign too freely.

Even if it managed to absorb several minor realms in the turmoil of the realms central southern High Rock uniting, it is obvious that Daggerfall still has not the resources of absolutist Wayrest, and even it should feel threatened by the new player in High Rock politics. As the star of United Bretony rises above High Rock, Daggerfall is faced with a highly uncomfortable dilemma: will the old kingdom risk falling before United Breton out of pride, or will it have to attempt to secure aid from its great rival?

Kingdom of Wayrest

For many years now Wayrest could rightfully claim to be the greatest power in High Rock, having travelled a long way from its origins as a small village under the shadow of Orsinium. Though it never managed to utterly defeat its eternal opponent ? Daggerfall ? Wayrest dealt it several blows, the harshest of which was during the reign of Queen Elysana when the old kingdom was on the brink of annexation. The people of Wayrest never forgot that they came so close to uniting southern High Rock, and perhaps beyond.

Now, however, times have changed. Though Wayrest is still one of the dominant forces of High Rock, winds of change have swept over the province of the Bretons. But should this really be a cause of great concern for Wayrest? Change only brought about good in the past for the realm. The irony obvious in the kingdom's birth can come to repeat itself and United Bretony might yet prove to be the factor to tip the scales in Wayrest's favour.

The king of Wayrest should not, though, dismiss the threat posed by these idealists. Even if they are also enemies of Daggerfall, their rulers eye Wayrest the same way; and if the kingdom's old adversary should fall before them, there is little doubt who will be on the receiving end of the next blow. If the monarch makes the mistake of treating United Bretony as a mere factor in the battle between Daggerfall and Wayrest, the realm could well end up defeated and facing the same fate its rulers would submit both the other realms to: annexation.

However, though the situation is difficult, the ruler of Wayrest should not despair. His authority in the kingdom is absolute and questioned by none. The hardened professionals that compose much of Wayrest's army can defend the realm from many a threat. With proper manoeuvring of the political waters, the kingdom may yet come to profit from the conflict at its doorstep.

Perhaps a compromise with its oldest adversary may be necessary, but if Wayrest can make sure it has to bear the brunt of the looming war while ensuring the end of United Bretony and all the dangerous ideas it represents, the future of Wayrest could become the future of High Rock.

» Sat May 28, 2011 7:54 pm

A new thread is up:

http://www.gamesas.com/bgsforums/index.php?showtopic=1073631

Please do not reply to this thread and post in that thread. I will get this thread locked.