I may at some point roleplay the successor of the great Gortwog by the way, just a warning.
Of Princes and Power- OOC Thread 2
» Wed May 02, 2012 4:49 pm
I may at some point roleplay the successor of the great Gortwog by the way, just a warning.
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[ becca ] - Posts: 3514
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» Thu May 03, 2012 1:14 am
Spoiler
Name: Alric (the Woeful)
Title: Warlord
Age: Thirty six
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alric stands at 6 foot seven, a mighty mammoth of a man. His fierce scowl never seems to leave his sharp face, which contains two scars from his past. A might blade ripped through his left eye, leaving him blind, and with a long red scar that slices across his face and a cut leads down from his lip. His face is tattooed a crimson colour tribally and with great attention to detail. His nose has obviously been previously broken and hangs crooked but his eyes, his eyes are fearless and inspiring and yet, inside them there appears to be something else, something more. The orbs are coloured a bright blue, almost white colour, but they were once heard to have been a deep brown.
Skills: As a battle hardened warrior Alaric is skilled in using two axes and a two handed axe. He is proficient in the use of knives and blades but chooses not to use them unless absolutely necessary. The Warlord is also an expert at fisticuffs and has battered and bruised many on his rise to power.
Equipment: Although he has a full set of steel armour he is loathe to wear it. Alric enjoys the rush of going into battle in nothing more than leggings and still being victorious. He carries with him two hand axes, strapped to his sides, along with a battle axe on his back.
Background:
Come one and all and hear the tale,
Of the Warlord Alric
A Warrior most pale
Born long ago, in the reaches high
He was a child who would defy
All those who repressed
For he found he was blessed
With power so strong
He could punish those who he thought wrong
With his power though came a price
For he was visited by witches thrice
They span a web of prophecy
And told him only he could be
The leader of a mighty band
Of Warsworn warriors who would stand
For all that was right and all should be
But it didn’t take long for him to see
That they would soon become a shade
Not noble knights instead they’d raid
These Warsworn Warriors would be a fearsome horde
All would fear them and abhor
Alric made the prophecy come true
And soon events turned out as he knew
But there was a change of plan
And as he rose he became less a man
Until the day of his defeat
When he fought single-handedly
Against a shade upon a hill
A mighty beast he intended to kill
The beast attacked with great skill and ferocity
Alric knew he couldn’t fight the monstrosity
He was flung down to the floor
And he felt his life fade
On a mountain high
he saw his end
But the Hagravens of three had plans
They would remake this mighty man
And with their spells and curses they
Managed to revive the man who’d pay
A price so high but he had no choice than agree
That he’d be theirs for eternity.
Name: Alric (the Woeful)
Title: Warlord
Age: Thirty six
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alric stands at 6 foot seven, a mighty mammoth of a man. His fierce scowl never seems to leave his sharp face, which contains two scars from his past. A might blade ripped through his left eye, leaving him blind, and with a long red scar that slices across his face and a cut leads down from his lip. His face is tattooed a crimson colour tribally and with great attention to detail. His nose has obviously been previously broken and hangs crooked but his eyes, his eyes are fearless and inspiring and yet, inside them there appears to be something else, something more. The orbs are coloured a bright blue, almost white colour, but they were once heard to have been a deep brown.
Skills: As a battle hardened warrior Alaric is skilled in using two axes and a two handed axe. He is proficient in the use of knives and blades but chooses not to use them unless absolutely necessary. The Warlord is also an expert at fisticuffs and has battered and bruised many on his rise to power.
Equipment: Although he has a full set of steel armour he is loathe to wear it. Alric enjoys the rush of going into battle in nothing more than leggings and still being victorious. He carries with him two hand axes, strapped to his sides, along with a battle axe on his back.
Background:
Come one and all and hear the tale,
Of the Warlord Alric
A Warrior most pale
Born long ago, in the reaches high
He was a child who would defy
All those who repressed
For he found he was blessed
With power so strong
He could punish those who he thought wrong
With his power though came a price
For he was visited by witches thrice
They span a web of prophecy
And told him only he could be
The leader of a mighty band
Of Warsworn warriors who would stand
For all that was right and all should be
But it didn’t take long for him to see
That they would soon become a shade
Not noble knights instead they’d raid
These Warsworn Warriors would be a fearsome horde
All would fear them and abhor
Alric made the prophecy come true
And soon events turned out as he knew
But there was a change of plan
And as he rose he became less a man
Until the day of his defeat
When he fought single-handedly
Against a shade upon a hill
A mighty beast he intended to kill
The beast attacked with great skill and ferocity
Alric knew he couldn’t fight the monstrosity
He was flung down to the floor
And he felt his life fade
On a mountain high
he saw his end
But the Hagravens of three had plans
They would remake this mighty man
And with their spells and curses they
Managed to revive the man who’d pay
A price so high but he had no choice than agree
That he’d be theirs for eternity.
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Jonathan Montero - Posts: 3487
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» Wed May 02, 2012 2:03 pm
CS for Alric of The Warsworn (I can change the background if you'd like, I just tried to make it more fun to write.) :
Spoiler
Name: Alric (the Woeful)
Title: Warlord
Age: Thirty six
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alric stands at 6 foot seven, a mighty mammoth of a man. His fierce scowl never seems to leave his sharp face, which contains two scars from his past. A might blade ripped through his left eye, leaving him blind, and with a long red scar that slices across his face and a cut leads down from his lip. His face is tattooed a crimson colour tribally and with great attention to detail. His nose has obviously been previously broken and hangs crooked but his eyes, his eyes are fearless and inspiring and yet, inside them there appears to be something else, something more. The orbs are coloured a bright blue, almost white colour, but they were once heard to have been a deep brown.
Skills: As a battle hardened warrior Alaric is skilled in using two axes and a two handed axe. He is proficient in the use of knives and blades but chooses not to use them unless absolutely necessary. The Warlord is also an expert at fisticuffs and has battered and bruised many on his rise to power.
Equipment: Although he has a full set of steel armour he is loathe to wear it. Alric enjoys the rush of going into battle in nothing more than leggings and still being victorious. He carries with him two hand axes, strapped to his sides, along with a battle axe on his back.
Background:
Come one and all and hear the tale,
Of the Warlord Alric
A Warrior most pale
Born long ago, in the reaches high
He was a child who would defy
All those who repressed
For he found he was blessed
With power so strong
He could punish those who he thought wrong
With his power though came a price
For he was visited by witches thrice
They span a web of prophecy
And told him only he could be
The leader of a mighty band
Of Warsworn warriors who would stand
For all that was right and all should be
But it didn’t take long for him to see
That they would soon become a shade
Not noble knights instead they’d raid
These Warsworn Warriors would be a fearsome horde
All would fear them and abhor
Alric made the prophecy come true
And soon events turned out as he knew
But there was a change of plan
And as he rose he became less a man
Until the day of his defeat
When he fought single-handedly
Against a shade upon a hill
A mighty beast he intended to kill
The beast attacked with great skill and ferocity
Alric knew he couldn’t fight the monstrosity
He was flung down to the floor
And he felt his life fade
On a mountain high
he saw his end
But the Hagravens of three had plans
They would remake this mighty man
And with their spells and curses they
Managed to revive the man who’d pay
A price so high but he had no choice than agree
That he’d be theirs for eternity.
Name: Alric (the Woeful)
Title: Warlord
Age: Thirty six
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alric stands at 6 foot seven, a mighty mammoth of a man. His fierce scowl never seems to leave his sharp face, which contains two scars from his past. A might blade ripped through his left eye, leaving him blind, and with a long red scar that slices across his face and a cut leads down from his lip. His face is tattooed a crimson colour tribally and with great attention to detail. His nose has obviously been previously broken and hangs crooked but his eyes, his eyes are fearless and inspiring and yet, inside them there appears to be something else, something more. The orbs are coloured a bright blue, almost white colour, but they were once heard to have been a deep brown.
Skills: As a battle hardened warrior Alaric is skilled in using two axes and a two handed axe. He is proficient in the use of knives and blades but chooses not to use them unless absolutely necessary. The Warlord is also an expert at fisticuffs and has battered and bruised many on his rise to power.
Equipment: Although he has a full set of steel armour he is loathe to wear it. Alric enjoys the rush of going into battle in nothing more than leggings and still being victorious. He carries with him two hand axes, strapped to his sides, along with a battle axe on his back.
Background:
Come one and all and hear the tale,
Of the Warlord Alric
A Warrior most pale
Born long ago, in the reaches high
He was a child who would defy
All those who repressed
For he found he was blessed
With power so strong
He could punish those who he thought wrong
With his power though came a price
For he was visited by witches thrice
They span a web of prophecy
And told him only he could be
The leader of a mighty band
Of Warsworn warriors who would stand
For all that was right and all should be
But it didn’t take long for him to see
That they would soon become a shade
Not noble knights instead they’d raid
These Warsworn Warriors would be a fearsome horde
All would fear them and abhor
Alric made the prophecy come true
And soon events turned out as he knew
But there was a change of plan
And as he rose he became less a man
Until the day of his defeat
When he fought single-handedly
Against a shade upon a hill
A mighty beast he intended to kill
The beast attacked with great skill and ferocity
Alric knew he couldn’t fight the monstrosity
He was flung down to the floor
And he felt his life fade
On a mountain high
he saw his end
But the Hagravens of three had plans
They would remake this mighty man
And with their spells and curses they
Managed to revive the man who’d pay
A price so high but he had no choice than agree
That he’d be theirs for eternity.
Nice character! But is a Warsworn more sworn than a Forsworn? (say it three times fast)
Where are you going to be basing your guy? The eastern Kingdom of Evermore would simply adore him, no doubt, though the GMs have been looking for people to roleplay lords in Northpoint and (especially) Sharnhelm. I guess that wouldn't fit Alric at all though.
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Darrell Fawcett - Posts: 3336
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» Wed May 02, 2012 5:42 pm
Alric and his men, (The Warsworn) are basically bandits for hire who are controlled secretly by a coven of Hagravens. I chose the name Warsworn because Alric seeks self destruction in war because he despises what he has become (+ it sounds like Forsworn). Also I'm hoping that my character is infamous enough to be invited to the upcoming event, although I doubt he'd be much fun at parties, if nothing more than to intimidate the other kingdoms by showing that Evermore has a group of deadly raiders in its pocket.
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Isabel Ruiz - Posts: 3447
- Joined: Sat Nov 04, 2006 4:39 am
» Thu May 03, 2012 3:49 am
So me and Brokenscale have a talk and I decided that a king is too much for me,but Northpoint still needs people so I made the corrupt captain of the city watch(not the knightly order the common watch)
Name: Ser Dunk Sogdwills
Title: Captain of Northpoint city watch
Age: 50
Race: Breton
Gender Male
Appearance: He is a very strong man, and ugly too.He carries a scar at his neck and has a broken nose.He has black hair and moustache.
Skills: He is a good swordsman.
Equipment (Weapons, armor, misc.): He uses an steel armor with a grey cloak with the Northpoint coat of arms.He fights with a battleaxe and a shield.
Background: Born a commoner he entered the city watch at 20 year since them his skill as a figther made him rise to the rank of captain of the northen gate.When Northpoint liberated themselfs of the Cyrodillic Empire,there was some resistence from the Legion simpatizer he earned his knighood when he rescued another knight from Imperial captive,he changed when he became a knight, he vowed to purge the city watch from corrupt offices.But his plan backfired and admired by their taticts he became one of them. When the last commander of the watch died he used not very honorable means to rise to the rank.Nowdays he has become very corrupt and would do anything for money.Altought no one alive knows.
edit:more background even if it not much(i will come up with s better one sometime)
Name: Ser Dunk Sogdwills
Title: Captain of Northpoint city watch
Age: 50
Race: Breton
Gender Male
Appearance: He is a very strong man, and ugly too.He carries a scar at his neck and has a broken nose.He has black hair and moustache.
Skills: He is a good swordsman.
Equipment (Weapons, armor, misc.): He uses an steel armor with a grey cloak with the Northpoint coat of arms.He fights with a battleaxe and a shield.
Background: Born a commoner he entered the city watch at 20 year since them his skill as a figther made him rise to the rank of captain of the northen gate.When Northpoint liberated themselfs of the Cyrodillic Empire,there was some resistence from the Legion simpatizer he earned his knighood when he rescued another knight from Imperial captive,he changed when he became a knight, he vowed to purge the city watch from corrupt offices.But his plan backfired and admired by their taticts he became one of them. When the last commander of the watch died he used not very honorable means to rise to the rank.Nowdays he has become very corrupt and would do anything for money.Altought no one alive knows.
edit:more background even if it not much(i will come up with s better one sometime)
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Sabrina Steige - Posts: 3396
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» Wed May 02, 2012 4:45 pm
I see you've excluded Orsinium from the list of kingdoms! Disgraceful, such distaste shown towards the children of Triminac should not be tolerated.
I may at some point roleplay the successor of the great Gortwog by the way, just a warning.
I may at some point roleplay the successor of the great Gortwog by the way, just a warning.
I had it up there at one point, however the forums went haywire and turned all of my OP into HTML mush so I had to rewrite it, I decided that it would be best to focus on the major players of the RP and fill them up first. You're more than welcome to roleplay them though.
CS for Alric of The Warsworn (I can change the background if you'd like, I just tried to make it more fun to write.) :
Spoiler
Name: Alric (the Woeful)
Title: Warlord
Age: Thirty six
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alric stands at 6 foot seven, a mighty mammoth of a man. His fierce scowl never seems to leave his sharp face, which contains two scars from his past. A might blade ripped through his left eye, leaving him blind, and with a long red scar that slices across his face and a cut leads down from his lip. His face is tattooed a crimson colour tribally and with great attention to detail. His nose has obviously been previously broken and hangs crooked but his eyes, his eyes are fearless and inspiring and yet, inside them there appears to be something else, something more. The orbs are coloured a bright blue, almost white colour, but they were once heard to have been a deep brown.
Skills: As a battle hardened warrior Alaric is skilled in using two axes and a two handed axe. He is proficient in the use of knives and blades but chooses not to use them unless absolutely necessary. The Warlord is also an expert at fisticuffs and has battered and bruised many on his rise to power.
Equipment: Although he has a full set of steel armour he is loathe to wear it. Alric enjoys the rush of going into battle in nothing more than leggings and still being victorious. He carries with him two hand axes, strapped to his sides, along with a battle axe on his back.
Background:
Come one and all and hear the tale,
Of the Warlord Alric
A Warrior most pale
Born long ago, in the reaches high
He was a child who would defy
All those who repressed
For he found he was blessed
With power so strong
He could punish those who he thought wrong
With his power though came a price
For he was visited by witches thrice
They span a web of prophecy
And told him only he could be
The leader of a mighty band
Of Warsworn warriors who would stand
For all that was right and all should be
But it didn’t take long for him to see
That they would soon become a shade
Not noble knights instead they’d raid
These Warsworn Warriors would be a fearsome horde
All would fear them and abhor
Alric made the prophecy come true
And soon events turned out as he knew
But there was a change of plan
And as he rose he became less a man
Until the day of his defeat
When he fought single-handedly
Against a shade upon a hill
A mighty beast he intended to kill
The beast attacked with great skill and ferocity
Alric knew he couldn’t fight the monstrosity
He was flung down to the floor
And he felt his life fade
On a mountain high
he saw his end
But the Hagravens of three had plans
They would remake this mighty man
And with their spells and curses they
Managed to revive the man who’d pay
A price so high but he had no choice than agree
That he’d be theirs for eternity.
Name: Alric (the Woeful)
Title: Warlord
Age: Thirty six
Race: Breton
Gender: Male
Appearance: Alric stands at 6 foot seven, a mighty mammoth of a man. His fierce scowl never seems to leave his sharp face, which contains two scars from his past. A might blade ripped through his left eye, leaving him blind, and with a long red scar that slices across his face and a cut leads down from his lip. His face is tattooed a crimson colour tribally and with great attention to detail. His nose has obviously been previously broken and hangs crooked but his eyes, his eyes are fearless and inspiring and yet, inside them there appears to be something else, something more. The orbs are coloured a bright blue, almost white colour, but they were once heard to have been a deep brown.
Skills: As a battle hardened warrior Alaric is skilled in using two axes and a two handed axe. He is proficient in the use of knives and blades but chooses not to use them unless absolutely necessary. The Warlord is also an expert at fisticuffs and has battered and bruised many on his rise to power.
Equipment: Although he has a full set of steel armour he is loathe to wear it. Alric enjoys the rush of going into battle in nothing more than leggings and still being victorious. He carries with him two hand axes, strapped to his sides, along with a battle axe on his back.
Background:
Come one and all and hear the tale,
Of the Warlord Alric
A Warrior most pale
Born long ago, in the reaches high
He was a child who would defy
All those who repressed
For he found he was blessed
With power so strong
He could punish those who he thought wrong
With his power though came a price
For he was visited by witches thrice
They span a web of prophecy
And told him only he could be
The leader of a mighty band
Of Warsworn warriors who would stand
For all that was right and all should be
But it didn’t take long for him to see
That they would soon become a shade
Not noble knights instead they’d raid
These Warsworn Warriors would be a fearsome horde
All would fear them and abhor
Alric made the prophecy come true
And soon events turned out as he knew
But there was a change of plan
And as he rose he became less a man
Until the day of his defeat
When he fought single-handedly
Against a shade upon a hill
A mighty beast he intended to kill
The beast attacked with great skill and ferocity
Alric knew he couldn’t fight the monstrosity
He was flung down to the floor
And he felt his life fade
On a mountain high
he saw his end
But the Hagravens of three had plans
They would remake this mighty man
And with their spells and curses they
Managed to revive the man who’d pay
A price so high but he had no choice than agree
That he’d be theirs for eternity.
Very nice, I'll add it to the OP as well as all the other things I need to edit in.
So me and Brokenscale have a talk and I decided that a king is too much for me,but Northpoint still needs people so I made the corrupt captain of the city watch(not the knightly order the common watch)
Name: Ser Dunk Sogdwills
Title: Captain of Northpoint city watch
Age: 50
Race: Breton
Gender Male
Appearance: He is a very strong man, and ugly too.He carries a scar at his neck and has a broken nose.He has black hair and moustache.
Skills: He is a good swordsman.
Equipment (Weapons, armor, misc.): He uses an steel armor with a grey cloak with the Northpoint coat of arms.He fights with a battleaxe and a shield.
Background: Born a commoner he entered the city watch at 20 year since them his skill as a figther made him rise to the rank of captain of the northen gate.When the last commander of the watch died he used not very honorable means to rise to the rank.Nowdays he has become very corrupt and would do anything for money.Altought no one alive knows.
Name: Ser Dunk Sogdwills
Title: Captain of Northpoint city watch
Age: 50
Race: Breton
Gender Male
Appearance: He is a very strong man, and ugly too.He carries a scar at his neck and has a broken nose.He has black hair and moustache.
Skills: He is a good swordsman.
Equipment (Weapons, armor, misc.): He uses an steel armor with a grey cloak with the Northpoint coat of arms.He fights with a battleaxe and a shield.
Background: Born a commoner he entered the city watch at 20 year since them his skill as a figther made him rise to the rank of captain of the northen gate.When the last commander of the watch died he used not very honorable means to rise to the rank.Nowdays he has become very corrupt and would do anything for money.Altought no one alive knows.
Sounds good man. I'll add it to the OP. However, if it's not to much to ask, it would be nice if you could elaborate a bit more on his background. It's still accepted though. Welcome to the RP!
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Wane Peters - Posts: 3359
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» Thu May 03, 2012 3:53 am
If no-one else is at all interested, I might take up some members of the Royal Family of Shornhelm as NPCs. They will only pop up when other nations want to talk with them. Really it would be ideal if someone else could handle the King/Queen. I've been doing some digging around and the lore is pretty cool on Shornhelm. It has a great history of war mages, and the current ruling family at one point ruled the entire of Tamriel!!!! (Well, sort of. Read http://www.imperial-library.info/content/brief-history-empire-v3 ). I think there is a lot of fun that could be had with them. They are also the old Protectors of the Crypt of Hearts, but now Gwened holds that honour. Maybe someone else might want to throw a secondary character into Shornhelm too?
Another cool book I found, that everyone here really should read, is this: http://www.imperial-library.info/content/etiquette-rulers It tells you the proper Etiquette for addressing rulers of High Rock, and some good fluff on the area in general.
Another cool book I found, that everyone here really should read, is this: http://www.imperial-library.info/content/etiquette-rulers It tells you the proper Etiquette for addressing rulers of High Rock, and some good fluff on the area in general.
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Farrah Barry - Posts: 3523
- Joined: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:00 pm
» Wed May 02, 2012 9:10 pm
If no-one else is at all interested, I might take up some members of the Royal Family of Shornhelm as NPCs. They will only pop up when other nations want to talk with them. Really it would be ideal if someone else could handle the King/Queen. I've been doing some digging around and the lore is pretty cool on Shornhelm. It has a great history of war mages, and the current ruling family at one point ruled the entire of Tamriel!!!! (Well, sort of. Read http://www.imperial-library.info/content/brief-history-empire-v3 ). I think there is a lot of fun that could be had with them. They are also the old Protectors of the Crypt of Hearts, but now Gwened holds that honour. Maybe someone else might want to throw a secondary character into Shornhelm too?
Another cool book I found, that everyone here really should read, is this: http://www.imperial-library.info/content/etiquette-rulers It tells you the proper Etiquette for addressing rulers of High Rock, and some good fluff on the area in general.
Another cool book I found, that everyone here really should read, is this: http://www.imperial-library.info/content/etiquette-rulers It tells you the proper Etiquette for addressing rulers of High Rock, and some good fluff on the area in general.
If necessary being one of the royals of Shornhelm could be interesting, that is if you think I'm good enough to play a ruler Asap which is something I don't have entire faith in myself.
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Prohibited - Posts: 3293
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» Wed May 02, 2012 6:58 pm
If necessary being one of the royals of Shornhelm could be interesting, that is if you think I'm good enough to play a ruler Asap which is something I don't have entire faith in myself.
I for one can vouch that you can most definitely write
. In terms of skills you are easily good enough imo, but there is also some dedication. You did disappear from Valton after all..(when are you coming back? ;-; )-
Epul Kedah - Posts: 3545
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» Thu May 03, 2012 12:18 am
I'm planning on posting in Valton soon, I just need to finish my post.
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Jodie Bardgett - Posts: 3491
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» Thu May 03, 2012 1:07 am
If necessary being one of the royals of Shornhelm could be interesting, that is if you think I'm good enough to play a ruler Asap which is something I don't have entire faith in myself.
I think you have what it takes. You've definitely improved since the last time we were in an RP together. You can take the position if you want
We also need a King and Queen for Northpoint if anyone wants to jump on those roles.
EDIT: Also I updated the OP in the IC thread, you guys check over it again and let me know if things need to be changed.
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Felix Walde - Posts: 3333
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» Wed May 02, 2012 9:43 pm
Vincent asked me to rp the count of Gwened when necessry so i'll take rp him too. but I don't feel ready to take on a major role as king or queen. sorry.
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Laura Samson - Posts: 3337
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» Wed May 02, 2012 3:48 pm
Vincent asked me to rp the count of Gwened when necessry so i'll take rp him too. but I don't feel ready to take on a major role as king or queen. sorry.
It's cool. I was just advertising that the spots were still open for someone to take.
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Rachael - Posts: 3412
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» Wed May 02, 2012 9:19 pm
Considering joining, but i may be going to start up my own RP as well, so i'm a bit stumped...
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Ann Church - Posts: 3450
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» Wed May 02, 2012 9:01 pm
Considering joining, but i may be going to start up my own RP as well, so i'm a bit stumped...
It's your choice, man. But honestly, this forum is a bit small, and you might have trouble finding members. It can really only sustain a few RPs at a time.
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CxvIII - Posts: 3329
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» Wed May 02, 2012 5:14 pm
Considering joining, but i may be going to start up my own RP as well, so i'm a bit stumped...
You should join up! We need the extra people.
EDIT: Oh yeah! Post number 4000
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Michelle davies - Posts: 3509
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» Wed May 02, 2012 11:35 pm
Will post soon.
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ANaIs GRelot - Posts: 3401
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» Wed May 02, 2012 6:18 pm
Will post soon.
For IC?
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Anthony Santillan - Posts: 3461
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» Wed May 02, 2012 4:04 pm
Okay, corrected some errors and also changed a few points to make my History of Evermore fit better with Gavril's history of County Gwened. Also added a few references to the horseman of the Bjoulsae and a few wars I completely forgot that are hinted at in some texts. Phew!
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Published 4E28 by the Bjoulsae Historical Society, University of Wayrest, with the Blessing of her most Gracious Queen Elysana of Wayrest and all her Dominions:
Our Noble Ally, The Kingdom of Evermore: An Introduction
The History of Evermore
Evermore. Jewel of the South East. The Gateway-House to the Reach, Wrothgaria and Hammerfell. The Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain. Invariably described as "sleepy" or "isolated" in outdated historical accounts of High Rock, the last few decades may have been among the most dramatic in Evermore's history. In a short passage of years the ancient Kingdom of Evermore's fate has been transformed. As it embarks bravely into the future by our side, none now can say what lies next for the once-overlooked dominion of Queen Syllawen Direnni, nor put a limit upon her future accomplishments.
The City of Evermore itself perches high amongst the snowy mountain peaks of the eastern arm of the Wrothgarian Mountains. It's immediate surroundings are thick pine forest, small outlying hamlets and farmlands have been hewn in the numerous plauteus along the winding road connecting Western High Rock to the East. Historically, it has been this strategic position on the only safe trade route through the trecherous mountains that has allowed Evermore to grow into the remarkable city it has become: the sprawling metropolis of wood and granite, set alone in the Wrothgarian Mountains. It is believed that, like many of Bretony's great cities, Evermore was originally founded as a trading depot by the Direnni Hedgemony in the First Era. Traditionally, the Barons, Dukes and more recently Kings of Evermore have held dominion over the the neighbouring pastoral County of Gwened, though some rulers of Evermore's deep past have streched their dominion as far west as Orisinium or far into the Reach itself.
For most of the Third Era however, Evermore faded into obscurity in the accounts of historians. Holding dominion over no more than its surrounding mountains, Evermore was never the less recognised as a Kingdom in the Imperial Court ever since its part in the War of the Red Diamond, opposing the dread armies of Queen Potema of Solitude. The rest of the third era passed almost without incident. Seasons came and went, snows fell and thawed. Petty wars would sometimes entangle Evermore, but no nation was capable of launching an attack through the narrow mountain paths that are the only access to the Capital. The Kings of Evermore were long content not to expand upon their borders.
All this was changed, of course, by the Miracle of Peace. The events of the 10th of Frostfall 3E 417 altered the political landscape of the entire region for ever, wiping away centuries of relative stability. Evermore briefly found itself an apparant Vassal of Oricinium (though this claim was never to be properly staked). In the confusion that followed, Evermore was brought into a hasty Alliance first with Gauvadon and then Wayrest, as the Orcs where pushed out of Eastern Wrothgaria. The victorious armies of Evermore consolidated their position with a number of short conflicts against local Baronies that bordered the ancient Kingdom, reconnecting Evermore's dominance of the corridor between the Bay of Hearts and the Bjoulsea River. As Wayrest looked eastward, the Kingdom of Evermore moved to guarantee the independance of Gauvadon from the advances of our great nation, a treaty that was ratified by the marriage of young Prince Titus to the fair Yvonne of Gauvadon.
In 3E 420 Titus would accend to the throne of Evermore to lead a personal union with Gauvadon. This marriage was however to end in distaster, in a scandal too infamous too be repeated here. Suffice to say, Lady Yvonne fled her husband's wrath and returned to Gauvadon in disgrace. The scandal only intensified as accusiations of quite unimaginable baseness where flung, and King Titus was brought to war with the Duchy of Gauvadon. The resulting conflict was drawn out and bloody, ending in a decisive victory amd the swift execution of Lady Yvonne. The remaining members of the Ducal family of Gauvadon where driven out, imprisoned or executed and the total vassalisation of Gauvadon was quickly brought about, completing Evermore's dominance over the northern horseman of the Bjoulsae.
An inbittened King Titus was soon to test Evermore's military might again, as the crumbling fortunes of Sharnhelm caused a split in its southernmost dominions, between the Counties of Gwened and Portdun. Titus' father had almost sparked war with Northpoint over the County of Gwened, the breadbasket of north-east Wrothgaria, but with the two northern kingdoms at each-other's throats, the way was clear for King Titus. Evermore entered the local conflict, backing the Count of Gwened, and defeated Portdun in a decisive, short war. In gratitude for this service, the Count of Gwened swore fealty to King Titus, stretching his dominion from the border with Wayrest all the way north along much of the Bay of Hearts.
Evermore prospered under King Titus and he was well loved. The mountain Kingdom gathered in celebration when King Titus accepted the hand in marriage of a new bride, the Altmer Syllawen Direnni, widely known as the most beautiful Princess in all the Iliac. The people of Evermore where soon to learn that Queen Syllawen did not quite live up to her illustrious name, as a member of perhaps the most famous of all Altmer familes, Great Clan Direnni. The Queen consort showed no particular prowess for the arcane arts; it was often said the only magic to Evermore's new Queen was her beauty. Although Syllawen Direnni was 14 years her husband's senior, in terms of a well-groomed Altmeri princess she was in the blossoming of her youth, and was seen throughout the Kingdom as the crowning jewel in their beloved King's accomplishments.
Soon after the arrival of Queen Syllawen, the courts of Wayrest and Evermore began to move closer together. Titus, like his father had been mistrustful of Lady Elysana of Wayrest, but his Elven wife, in her wisdom an ardent admirier of Elysana, soothed his fears and helped instigate what would prove to be a long-lasting and fruitfull alliance with our people. A non-aggression treaty was signed in 4E 15, and this was soon put to the test when the ever-ambitious King Titus again involved himself in the downfall of Sharnhelm. In a brutally short war, Portdun was again defeated and added to his Kingdom, declared a Barony of Evermore. In 4E 22, with Evermore's boundries now stretching from the moors of Markwasten in the north to the stretch of the Bjoulsae River in the south, Queen Elysana deemed it appropriate for Wayrest and Evermore to make offical their alliance. It is thought that Queen consort Syllawen Direnni had again been intimately involved with the creation of this treaty. While Evermore's lands were just as numerous as ours, they were paulty in population and wealth in comparison to Wayrest's holdings across the Iliac, and with King Titus aging and sickly, Elysanna assumed chief command of Evermore's political affairs. It is around this time that the phrase "Lesser Kingdom" returned as an epithet to Evermore, unused since the Warp in the West.
The Great King Titus died in 4E 26, aged 70, prompting the grandest funeral ceremony in Evermore's long history. The minor scandal that was caused by the contents of the dead King's will is not within the remit of the present piece. Again, the bare facts shall suffice: after an indepedant investigation conducted by the Court of Wayrest and after numerous arcane dating processes, the will of King Titus was proved genuine, and his widow, Syllawen Direnni was declared Queen of Evermore and All Her Dominions.
Evermore Now
Not two years have passed since Queen Syllawen's Coronation, and yet Evermore is unrecognisable to the Kingdom her beloved husband had ruled. Almost instantly, the Court of Evermore was opened up to guests from across all Tamriel. The prestige of the name Direnni and the unusual allure of Queen Syllawen herself has brought the famous and the brilliant flocking to the Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain. The wooden boulivards of Evermore are now draqed in exotic colours, banners that change for each day of the week. Festivals, tournaments of wit, artistry and magery are a constant feature of the life of Evermore. The Jewel in the Wrothgarian Mountains now never sleeps, and strange new faces are always to be found taking the picturesque road to Evermore, all to visit the restless, now-famous Court of Evermore.
Needless to say, the new Queen of Evermore is a somewhat divisive figure amongst her people. Whereas Syllawen Direnni is a reportedly a sensation in places as far-flung as Narsis and even Lilmoth, a large portion of the nobility of Evermore do not find their new Sovereign so agreeable. While the vast majority of her subjects find no qualm with her Altmer heritage, Queen Syllawen's eccentric behavoir and extravagant lifestyle has raised many brows amongst the traditionalists throughout her dominion. It is a common joke, heard espessically amongst the landed Nobility of Portdun and Gauvaden, to refer to Queen Syllawen's reign as "The Second Direnni Hedgemony".
Syllawen's reputation amongst the serfs could not be more different. All those not backward enough in their thinking to not allow for an Altmer on the throne appear to adore the Queen of Evermore. One of the few political contributions Syllawen has made in her so far short reign was the controversial abolition of all tariffs to Wayrest, and the entering into a trade league with our City-state. The result of this was an instant influx of guilds from Wayrest's holds in the Iliac, which already have swept away the old burgher order. While many of the middle classes resent Syllawen for this, the wealth soon followed, bringing more trade through Evermore's dominions than it has ever seen before. Gwened and Portdun in particular have benefited from this policy and it is said the lower classes in those lands hold Syllawen in even higher esteem than the indefatigable, late Titus. Strengthed with the trade and wealth of Wayrest, the highways of Evermore are safer than ever in the ancient Kingdom's history.
Even as Queen Syllawen splits opinion, she unites Evermore under a new ideal. It is the prominent mage class of her Kingdom that perhaps owes the most to the quite remarkable Queen. The flow of foreign ideas, philosophers, sorcerers and poets that pass through the Court of Evermore are sparking what some are already calling a new Golden Age of Culture for the ancient Kingdom. While the bitter, conservative-minded traditionalists whisper that some point the coffers will run out, or the Alliance of Wayrest may lead Evermore into conflicts inadvisable, what is undoutable is that Evermore has turned over a new leaf; and the next history to be written of the once-sleepy Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain will be more facinating and unpredictable than any preceding.
~ Louis Collywood, University of Wayrest, 4E28
Our Noble Ally, The Kingdom of Evermore: An Introduction
The History of Evermore
Evermore. Jewel of the South East. The Gateway-House to the Reach, Wrothgaria and Hammerfell. The Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain. Invariably described as "sleepy" or "isolated" in outdated historical accounts of High Rock, the last few decades may have been among the most dramatic in Evermore's history. In a short passage of years the ancient Kingdom of Evermore's fate has been transformed. As it embarks bravely into the future by our side, none now can say what lies next for the once-overlooked dominion of Queen Syllawen Direnni, nor put a limit upon her future accomplishments.
The City of Evermore itself perches high amongst the snowy mountain peaks of the eastern arm of the Wrothgarian Mountains. It's immediate surroundings are thick pine forest, small outlying hamlets and farmlands have been hewn in the numerous plauteus along the winding road connecting Western High Rock to the East. Historically, it has been this strategic position on the only safe trade route through the trecherous mountains that has allowed Evermore to grow into the remarkable city it has become: the sprawling metropolis of wood and granite, set alone in the Wrothgarian Mountains. It is believed that, like many of Bretony's great cities, Evermore was originally founded as a trading depot by the Direnni Hedgemony in the First Era. Traditionally, the Barons, Dukes and more recently Kings of Evermore have held dominion over the the neighbouring pastoral County of Gwened, though some rulers of Evermore's deep past have streched their dominion as far west as Orisinium or far into the Reach itself.
For most of the Third Era however, Evermore faded into obscurity in the accounts of historians. Holding dominion over no more than its surrounding mountains, Evermore was never the less recognised as a Kingdom in the Imperial Court ever since its part in the War of the Red Diamond, opposing the dread armies of Queen Potema of Solitude. The rest of the third era passed almost without incident. Seasons came and went, snows fell and thawed. Petty wars would sometimes entangle Evermore, but no nation was capable of launching an attack through the narrow mountain paths that are the only access to the Capital. The Kings of Evermore were long content not to expand upon their borders.
All this was changed, of course, by the Miracle of Peace. The events of the 10th of Frostfall 3E 417 altered the political landscape of the entire region for ever, wiping away centuries of relative stability. Evermore briefly found itself an apparant Vassal of Oricinium (though this claim was never to be properly staked). In the confusion that followed, Evermore was brought into a hasty Alliance first with Gauvadon and then Wayrest, as the Orcs where pushed out of Eastern Wrothgaria. The victorious armies of Evermore consolidated their position with a number of short conflicts against local Baronies that bordered the ancient Kingdom, reconnecting Evermore's dominance of the corridor between the Bay of Hearts and the Bjoulsea River. As Wayrest looked eastward, the Kingdom of Evermore moved to guarantee the independance of Gauvadon from the advances of our great nation, a treaty that was ratified by the marriage of young Prince Titus to the fair Yvonne of Gauvadon.
In 3E 420 Titus would accend to the throne of Evermore to lead a personal union with Gauvadon. This marriage was however to end in distaster, in a scandal too infamous too be repeated here. Suffice to say, Lady Yvonne fled her husband's wrath and returned to Gauvadon in disgrace. The scandal only intensified as accusiations of quite unimaginable baseness where flung, and King Titus was brought to war with the Duchy of Gauvadon. The resulting conflict was drawn out and bloody, ending in a decisive victory amd the swift execution of Lady Yvonne. The remaining members of the Ducal family of Gauvadon where driven out, imprisoned or executed and the total vassalisation of Gauvadon was quickly brought about, completing Evermore's dominance over the northern horseman of the Bjoulsae.
An inbittened King Titus was soon to test Evermore's military might again, as the crumbling fortunes of Sharnhelm caused a split in its southernmost dominions, between the Counties of Gwened and Portdun. Titus' father had almost sparked war with Northpoint over the County of Gwened, the breadbasket of north-east Wrothgaria, but with the two northern kingdoms at each-other's throats, the way was clear for King Titus. Evermore entered the local conflict, backing the Count of Gwened, and defeated Portdun in a decisive, short war. In gratitude for this service, the Count of Gwened swore fealty to King Titus, stretching his dominion from the border with Wayrest all the way north along much of the Bay of Hearts.
Evermore prospered under King Titus and he was well loved. The mountain Kingdom gathered in celebration when King Titus accepted the hand in marriage of a new bride, the Altmer Syllawen Direnni, widely known as the most beautiful Princess in all the Iliac. The people of Evermore where soon to learn that Queen Syllawen did not quite live up to her illustrious name, as a member of perhaps the most famous of all Altmer familes, Great Clan Direnni. The Queen consort showed no particular prowess for the arcane arts; it was often said the only magic to Evermore's new Queen was her beauty. Although Syllawen Direnni was 14 years her husband's senior, in terms of a well-groomed Altmeri princess she was in the blossoming of her youth, and was seen throughout the Kingdom as the crowning jewel in their beloved King's accomplishments.
Soon after the arrival of Queen Syllawen, the courts of Wayrest and Evermore began to move closer together. Titus, like his father had been mistrustful of Lady Elysana of Wayrest, but his Elven wife, in her wisdom an ardent admirier of Elysana, soothed his fears and helped instigate what would prove to be a long-lasting and fruitfull alliance with our people. A non-aggression treaty was signed in 4E 15, and this was soon put to the test when the ever-ambitious King Titus again involved himself in the downfall of Sharnhelm. In a brutally short war, Portdun was again defeated and added to his Kingdom, declared a Barony of Evermore. In 4E 22, with Evermore's boundries now stretching from the moors of Markwasten in the north to the stretch of the Bjoulsae River in the south, Queen Elysana deemed it appropriate for Wayrest and Evermore to make offical their alliance. It is thought that Queen consort Syllawen Direnni had again been intimately involved with the creation of this treaty. While Evermore's lands were just as numerous as ours, they were paulty in population and wealth in comparison to Wayrest's holdings across the Iliac, and with King Titus aging and sickly, Elysanna assumed chief command of Evermore's political affairs. It is around this time that the phrase "Lesser Kingdom" returned as an epithet to Evermore, unused since the Warp in the West.
The Great King Titus died in 4E 26, aged 70, prompting the grandest funeral ceremony in Evermore's long history. The minor scandal that was caused by the contents of the dead King's will is not within the remit of the present piece. Again, the bare facts shall suffice: after an indepedant investigation conducted by the Court of Wayrest and after numerous arcane dating processes, the will of King Titus was proved genuine, and his widow, Syllawen Direnni was declared Queen of Evermore and All Her Dominions.
Evermore Now
Not two years have passed since Queen Syllawen's Coronation, and yet Evermore is unrecognisable to the Kingdom her beloved husband had ruled. Almost instantly, the Court of Evermore was opened up to guests from across all Tamriel. The prestige of the name Direnni and the unusual allure of Queen Syllawen herself has brought the famous and the brilliant flocking to the Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain. The wooden boulivards of Evermore are now draqed in exotic colours, banners that change for each day of the week. Festivals, tournaments of wit, artistry and magery are a constant feature of the life of Evermore. The Jewel in the Wrothgarian Mountains now never sleeps, and strange new faces are always to be found taking the picturesque road to Evermore, all to visit the restless, now-famous Court of Evermore.
Needless to say, the new Queen of Evermore is a somewhat divisive figure amongst her people. Whereas Syllawen Direnni is a reportedly a sensation in places as far-flung as Narsis and even Lilmoth, a large portion of the nobility of Evermore do not find their new Sovereign so agreeable. While the vast majority of her subjects find no qualm with her Altmer heritage, Queen Syllawen's eccentric behavoir and extravagant lifestyle has raised many brows amongst the traditionalists throughout her dominion. It is a common joke, heard espessically amongst the landed Nobility of Portdun and Gauvaden, to refer to Queen Syllawen's reign as "The Second Direnni Hedgemony".
Syllawen's reputation amongst the serfs could not be more different. All those not backward enough in their thinking to not allow for an Altmer on the throne appear to adore the Queen of Evermore. One of the few political contributions Syllawen has made in her so far short reign was the controversial abolition of all tariffs to Wayrest, and the entering into a trade league with our City-state. The result of this was an instant influx of guilds from Wayrest's holds in the Iliac, which already have swept away the old burgher order. While many of the middle classes resent Syllawen for this, the wealth soon followed, bringing more trade through Evermore's dominions than it has ever seen before. Gwened and Portdun in particular have benefited from this policy and it is said the lower classes in those lands hold Syllawen in even higher esteem than the indefatigable, late Titus. Strengthed with the trade and wealth of Wayrest, the highways of Evermore are safer than ever in the ancient Kingdom's history.
Even as Queen Syllawen splits opinion, she unites Evermore under a new ideal. It is the prominent mage class of her Kingdom that perhaps owes the most to the quite remarkable Queen. The flow of foreign ideas, philosophers, sorcerers and poets that pass through the Court of Evermore are sparking what some are already calling a new Golden Age of Culture for the ancient Kingdom. While the bitter, conservative-minded traditionalists whisper that some point the coffers will run out, or the Alliance of Wayrest may lead Evermore into conflicts inadvisable, what is undoutable is that Evermore has turned over a new leaf; and the next history to be written of the once-sleepy Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain will be more facinating and unpredictable than any preceding.
~ Louis Collywood, University of Wayrest, 4E28
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Okay, corrected some errors and also changed a few points to make my History of Evermore fit better with Gavril's history of County Gwened. Also added a few references to the horseman of the Bjoulsea and a few wars I completely forgot that are hinted at in some texts. Phew!
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Published 4E28 by the Bjoulsae Historical Society, University of Wayrest, with the Blessing of her most Gracious Queen Elysana of Wayrest and all her Dominions:
Our Noble Ally, The Kingdom of Evermore: An Introduction
The History of Evermore
Evermore. Jewel of the South East. The Gateway-House to the Reach, Wrothgaria and Hammerfell. The Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain. Invariably described as "sleepy" or "isolated" in outdated historical accounts of High Rock, the last few decades may have been among the most dramatic in Evermore's history. In a short passage of years the ancient Kingdom of Evermore's fate has been transformed. As it embarks bravely into the future by our side, none now can say what lies next for the once-overlooked dominion of Queen Syllawen Direnni, nor put a limit upon her future accomplishments.
The City of Evermore itself perches high amongst the snowy mountain peaks of the eastern arm of the Wrothgarian Mountains. It's immediate surroundings are thick pine forest, small outlying hamlets and farmlands have been hewn in the numerous plauteus along the winding road connecting Western High Rock to the East. Historically, it has been this strategic position on the only safe trade route through the trecherous mountains that has allowed Evermore to grow into the remarkable city it has become: the sprawling metropolis of wood and granite, set alone in the Wrothgarian Mountains. It is believed that, like many of Bretony's great cities, Evermore was originally founded as a trading depot by the Direnni Hedgemony in the First Era. Traditionally, the Barons, Dukes and more recently Kings of Evermore have held dominion over the the neighbouring pastoral County of Gwened, though some rulers of Evermore's deep past have streched their dominion as far west as Orisinium or far into the Reach itself.
For most of the Third Era however, Evermore faded into obscurity in the accounts of historians. Holding dominion over no more than its surrounding mountains, Evermore was never the less recognised as a Kingdom in the Imperial Court ever since its part in the War of the Red Diamond, opposing the dread armies of Queen Potema of Solitude. The rest of the third era passed almost without incident. Seasons came and went, snows fell and thawed. Petty wars would sometimes entangle Evermore, but no nation was capable of launching an attack through the narrow mountain paths that are the only access to the Capital. The Kings of Evermore were long content not to expand upon their borders.
All this was changed, of course, by the Miracle of Peace. The events of the 10th of Frostfall 3E 417 altered the political landscape of the entire region for ever, wiping away centuries of relative stability. Evermore briefly found itself an apparant Vassal of Oricinium (though this claim was never to be properly staked). In the confusion that followed, Evermore was brought into a hasty Alliance first with Gauvadon and then Wayrest, as the Orcs where pushed out of Eastern Wrothgaria. The victorious armies of Evermore consolidated their position with a number of short conflicts against local Baronies that bordered the ancient Kingdom, reconnecting Evermore's dominance of the corridor between the Bay of Hearts and the Bjoulsea River. As Wayrest looked eastward, the Kingdom of Evermore moved to guarantee the independance of Gauvadon from the advances of our great nation, a treaty that was ratified by the marriage of young Prince Titus to the fair Yvonne of Gauvadon.
In 3E 420 Titus would accend to the throne of Evermore to lead a personal union with Gauvadon. This marriage was however to end in distaster, in a scandal too infamous too be repeated here. Suffice to say, Lady Yvonne fled her husband's wrath and returned to Gauvadon in disgrace. The scandal only intensified as accusiations of quite unimaginable baseness where flung, and King Titus was brought to war with the Duchy of Gauvadon. The resulting conflict was drawn out and bloody, ending in a decisive victory amd the swift execution of Lady Yvonne. The remaining members of the Ducal family of Gauvadon where driven out, imprisoned or executed and the total vassalisation of Gauvadon was quickly brought about, completing Evermore's dominance over the northern horseman of the Bjoulsae.
An inbittened King Titus was soon to test Evermore's military might again, as the crumbling fortunes of Sharnhelm caused a split in its southernmost dominions, between the Counties of Gwened and Portdun. Titus' father had almost sparked war with Northpoint over the County of Gwened, the breadbasket of north-east Wrothgaria, but with the two northern kingdoms at each-other's throats, the way was clear for King Titus. Evermore entered the local conflict, backing the Count of Gwened, and defeated Portdun in a decisive, short war. In gratitude for this service, the Count of Gwened swore fealty to King Titus, stretching his dominion from the border with Wayrest all the way north along much of the Bay of Hearts.
Evermore prospered under King Titus and he was well loved. The mountain Kingdom gathered in celebration when King Titus accepted the hand in marriage of a new bride, the Altmer Syllawen Direnni, widely known as the most beautiful Princess in all the Iliac. The people of Evermore where soon to learn that Queen Syllawen did not quite live up to her illustrious name, as a member of perhaps the most famous of all Altmer familes, Great Clan Direnni. The Queen consort showed no particular prowess for the arcane arts; it was often said the only magic to Evermore's new Queen was her beauty. Although Syllawen Direnni was 14 years her husband's senior, in terms of a well-groomed Altmeri princess she was in the blossoming of her youth, and was seen throughout the Kingdom as the crowning jewel in their beloved King's accomplishments.
Soon after the arrival of Queen Syllawen, the courts of Wayrest and Evermore began to move closer together. Titus, like his father had been mistrustful of Lady Elysana of Wayrest, but his Elven wife, in her wisdom an ardent admirier of Elysana, soothed his fears and helped instigate what would prove to be a long-lasting and fruitfull alliance with our people. A non-aggression treaty was signed in 4E 15, and this was soon put to the test when the ever-ambitious King Titus again involved himself in the downfall of Sharnhelm. In a brutally short war, Portdun was again defeated and added to his Kingdom, declared a Barony of Evermore. In 4E 22, with Evermore's boundries now stretching from the moors of Markwasten in the north to the stretch of the Bjoulsae River in the south, Queen Elysana deemed it appropriate for Wayrest and Evermore to make offical their alliance. It is thought that Queen consort Syllawen Direnni had again been intimately involved with the creation of this treaty. While Evermore's lands were just as numerous as ours, they were paulty in population and wealth in comparison to Wayrest's holdings across the Iliac, and with King Titus aging and sickly, Elysanna assumed chief command of Evermore's political affairs. It is around this time that the phrase "Lesser Kingdom" returned as an epithet to Evermore, unused since the Warp in the West.
The Great King Titus died in 4E 26, aged 70, prompting the grandest funeral ceremony in Evermore's long history. The minor scandal that was caused by the contents of the dead King's will is not within the remit of the present piece. Again, the bare facts shall suffice: after an indepedant investigation conducted by the Court of Wayrest and after numerous arcane dating processes, the will of King Titus was proved genuine, and his widow, Syllawen Direnni was declared Queen of Evermore and All Her Dominions.
Evermore Now
Not two years have passed since Queen Syllawen's Coronation, and yet Evermore is unrecognisable to the Kingdom her beloved husband had ruled. Almost instantly, the Court of Evermore was opened up to guests from across all Tamriel. The prestige of the name Direnni and the unusual allure of Queen Syllawen herself has brought the famous and the brilliant flocking to the Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain. The wooden boulivards of Evermore are now draqed in exotic colours, banners that change for each day of the week. Festivals, tournaments of wit, artistry and magery are a constant feature of the life of Evermore. The Jewel in the Wrothgarian Mountains now never sleeps, and strange new faces are always to be found taking the picturesque road to Evermore, all to visit the restless, now-famous Court of Evermore.
Needless to say, the new Queen of Evermore is a somewhat divisive figure amongst her people. Whereas Syllawen Direnni is a reportedly a sensation in places as far-flung as Narsis and even Lilmoth, a large portion of the nobility of Evermore do not find their new Sovereign so agreeable. While the vast majority of her subjects find no qualm with her Altmer heritage, Queen Syllawen's eccentric behavoir and extravagant lifestyle has raised many brows amongst the traditionalists throughout her dominion. It is a common joke, heard espessically amongst the landed Nobility of Portdun and Gauvaden, to refer to Queen Syllawen's reign as "The Second Direnni Hedgemony".
Syllawen's reputation amongst the serfs could not be more different. All those not backward enough in their thinking to not allow for an Altmer on the throne appear to adore the Queen of Evermore. One of the few political contributions Syllawen has made in her so far short reign was the controversial abolition of all tariffs to Wayrest, and the entering into a trade league with our City-state. The result of this was an instant influx of guilds from Wayrest's holds in the Iliac, which already have swept away the old burgher order. While many of the middle classes resent Syllawen for this, the wealth soon followed, bringing more trade through Evermore's dominions than it has ever seen before. Gwened and Portdun in particular have benefited from this policy and it is said the lower classes in those lands hold Syllawen in even higher esteem than the indefatigable, late Titus. Strengthed with the trade and wealth of Wayrest, the highways of Evermore are safer than ever in the ancient Kingdom's history.
Even as Queen Syllawen splits opinion, she unites Evermore under a new ideal. It is the prominent mage class of her Kingdom that perhaps owes the most to the quite remarkable Queen. The flow of foreign ideas, philosophers, sorcerers and poets that pass through the Court of Evermore are sparking what some are already calling a new Golden Age of Culture for the ancient Kingdom. While the bitter, conservative-minded traditionalists whisper that some point the coffers will run out, or the Alliance of Wayrest may lead Evermore into conflicts inadvisable, what is undoutable is that Evermore has turned over a new leaf; and the next history to be written of the once-sleepy Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain will be more facinating and unpredictable than any preceding.
~ Louis Collywood, University of Wayrest, 4E28
Our Noble Ally, The Kingdom of Evermore: An Introduction
The History of Evermore
Evermore. Jewel of the South East. The Gateway-House to the Reach, Wrothgaria and Hammerfell. The Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain. Invariably described as "sleepy" or "isolated" in outdated historical accounts of High Rock, the last few decades may have been among the most dramatic in Evermore's history. In a short passage of years the ancient Kingdom of Evermore's fate has been transformed. As it embarks bravely into the future by our side, none now can say what lies next for the once-overlooked dominion of Queen Syllawen Direnni, nor put a limit upon her future accomplishments.
The City of Evermore itself perches high amongst the snowy mountain peaks of the eastern arm of the Wrothgarian Mountains. It's immediate surroundings are thick pine forest, small outlying hamlets and farmlands have been hewn in the numerous plauteus along the winding road connecting Western High Rock to the East. Historically, it has been this strategic position on the only safe trade route through the trecherous mountains that has allowed Evermore to grow into the remarkable city it has become: the sprawling metropolis of wood and granite, set alone in the Wrothgarian Mountains. It is believed that, like many of Bretony's great cities, Evermore was originally founded as a trading depot by the Direnni Hedgemony in the First Era. Traditionally, the Barons, Dukes and more recently Kings of Evermore have held dominion over the the neighbouring pastoral County of Gwened, though some rulers of Evermore's deep past have streched their dominion as far west as Orisinium or far into the Reach itself.
For most of the Third Era however, Evermore faded into obscurity in the accounts of historians. Holding dominion over no more than its surrounding mountains, Evermore was never the less recognised as a Kingdom in the Imperial Court ever since its part in the War of the Red Diamond, opposing the dread armies of Queen Potema of Solitude. The rest of the third era passed almost without incident. Seasons came and went, snows fell and thawed. Petty wars would sometimes entangle Evermore, but no nation was capable of launching an attack through the narrow mountain paths that are the only access to the Capital. The Kings of Evermore were long content not to expand upon their borders.
All this was changed, of course, by the Miracle of Peace. The events of the 10th of Frostfall 3E 417 altered the political landscape of the entire region for ever, wiping away centuries of relative stability. Evermore briefly found itself an apparant Vassal of Oricinium (though this claim was never to be properly staked). In the confusion that followed, Evermore was brought into a hasty Alliance first with Gauvadon and then Wayrest, as the Orcs where pushed out of Eastern Wrothgaria. The victorious armies of Evermore consolidated their position with a number of short conflicts against local Baronies that bordered the ancient Kingdom, reconnecting Evermore's dominance of the corridor between the Bay of Hearts and the Bjoulsea River. As Wayrest looked eastward, the Kingdom of Evermore moved to guarantee the independance of Gauvadon from the advances of our great nation, a treaty that was ratified by the marriage of young Prince Titus to the fair Yvonne of Gauvadon.
In 3E 420 Titus would accend to the throne of Evermore to lead a personal union with Gauvadon. This marriage was however to end in distaster, in a scandal too infamous too be repeated here. Suffice to say, Lady Yvonne fled her husband's wrath and returned to Gauvadon in disgrace. The scandal only intensified as accusiations of quite unimaginable baseness where flung, and King Titus was brought to war with the Duchy of Gauvadon. The resulting conflict was drawn out and bloody, ending in a decisive victory amd the swift execution of Lady Yvonne. The remaining members of the Ducal family of Gauvadon where driven out, imprisoned or executed and the total vassalisation of Gauvadon was quickly brought about, completing Evermore's dominance over the northern horseman of the Bjoulsae.
An inbittened King Titus was soon to test Evermore's military might again, as the crumbling fortunes of Sharnhelm caused a split in its southernmost dominions, between the Counties of Gwened and Portdun. Titus' father had almost sparked war with Northpoint over the County of Gwened, the breadbasket of north-east Wrothgaria, but with the two northern kingdoms at each-other's throats, the way was clear for King Titus. Evermore entered the local conflict, backing the Count of Gwened, and defeated Portdun in a decisive, short war. In gratitude for this service, the Count of Gwened swore fealty to King Titus, stretching his dominion from the border with Wayrest all the way north along much of the Bay of Hearts.
Evermore prospered under King Titus and he was well loved. The mountain Kingdom gathered in celebration when King Titus accepted the hand in marriage of a new bride, the Altmer Syllawen Direnni, widely known as the most beautiful Princess in all the Iliac. The people of Evermore where soon to learn that Queen Syllawen did not quite live up to her illustrious name, as a member of perhaps the most famous of all Altmer familes, Great Clan Direnni. The Queen consort showed no particular prowess for the arcane arts; it was often said the only magic to Evermore's new Queen was her beauty. Although Syllawen Direnni was 14 years her husband's senior, in terms of a well-groomed Altmeri princess she was in the blossoming of her youth, and was seen throughout the Kingdom as the crowning jewel in their beloved King's accomplishments.
Soon after the arrival of Queen Syllawen, the courts of Wayrest and Evermore began to move closer together. Titus, like his father had been mistrustful of Lady Elysana of Wayrest, but his Elven wife, in her wisdom an ardent admirier of Elysana, soothed his fears and helped instigate what would prove to be a long-lasting and fruitfull alliance with our people. A non-aggression treaty was signed in 4E 15, and this was soon put to the test when the ever-ambitious King Titus again involved himself in the downfall of Sharnhelm. In a brutally short war, Portdun was again defeated and added to his Kingdom, declared a Barony of Evermore. In 4E 22, with Evermore's boundries now stretching from the moors of Markwasten in the north to the stretch of the Bjoulsae River in the south, Queen Elysana deemed it appropriate for Wayrest and Evermore to make offical their alliance. It is thought that Queen consort Syllawen Direnni had again been intimately involved with the creation of this treaty. While Evermore's lands were just as numerous as ours, they were paulty in population and wealth in comparison to Wayrest's holdings across the Iliac, and with King Titus aging and sickly, Elysanna assumed chief command of Evermore's political affairs. It is around this time that the phrase "Lesser Kingdom" returned as an epithet to Evermore, unused since the Warp in the West.
The Great King Titus died in 4E 26, aged 70, prompting the grandest funeral ceremony in Evermore's long history. The minor scandal that was caused by the contents of the dead King's will is not within the remit of the present piece. Again, the bare facts shall suffice: after an indepedant investigation conducted by the Court of Wayrest and after numerous arcane dating processes, the will of King Titus was proved genuine, and his widow, Syllawen Direnni was declared Queen of Evermore and All Her Dominions.
Evermore Now
Not two years have passed since Queen Syllawen's Coronation, and yet Evermore is unrecognisable to the Kingdom her beloved husband had ruled. Almost instantly, the Court of Evermore was opened up to guests from across all Tamriel. The prestige of the name Direnni and the unusual allure of Queen Syllawen herself has brought the famous and the brilliant flocking to the Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain. The wooden boulivards of Evermore are now draqed in exotic colours, banners that change for each day of the week. Festivals, tournaments of wit, artistry and magery are a constant feature of the life of Evermore. The Jewel in the Wrothgarian Mountains now never sleeps, and strange new faces are always to be found taking the picturesque road to Evermore, all to visit the restless, now-famous Court of Evermore.
Needless to say, the new Queen of Evermore is a somewhat divisive figure amongst her people. Whereas Syllawen Direnni is a reportedly a sensation in places as far-flung as Narsis and even Lilmoth, a large portion of the nobility of Evermore do not find their new Sovereign so agreeable. While the vast majority of her subjects find no qualm with her Altmer heritage, Queen Syllawen's eccentric behavoir and extravagant lifestyle has raised many brows amongst the traditionalists throughout her dominion. It is a common joke, heard espessically amongst the landed Nobility of Portdun and Gauvaden, to refer to Queen Syllawen's reign as "The Second Direnni Hedgemony".
Syllawen's reputation amongst the serfs could not be more different. All those not backward enough in their thinking to not allow for an Altmer on the throne appear to adore the Queen of Evermore. One of the few political contributions Syllawen has made in her so far short reign was the controversial abolition of all tariffs to Wayrest, and the entering into a trade league with our City-state. The result of this was an instant influx of guilds from Wayrest's holds in the Iliac, which already have swept away the old burgher order. While many of the middle classes resent Syllawen for this, the wealth soon followed, bringing more trade through Evermore's dominions than it has ever seen before. Gwened and Portdun in particular have benefited from this policy and it is said the lower classes in those lands hold Syllawen in even higher esteem than the indefatigable, late Titus. Strengthed with the trade and wealth of Wayrest, the highways of Evermore are safer than ever in the ancient Kingdom's history.
Even as Queen Syllawen splits opinion, she unites Evermore under a new ideal. It is the prominent mage class of her Kingdom that perhaps owes the most to the quite remarkable Queen. The flow of foreign ideas, philosophers, sorcerers and poets that pass through the Court of Evermore are sparking what some are already calling a new Golden Age of Culture for the ancient Kingdom. While the bitter, conservative-minded traditionalists whisper that some point the coffers will run out, or the Alliance of Wayrest may lead Evermore into conflicts inadvisable, what is undoutable is that Evermore has turned over a new leaf; and the next history to be written of the once-sleepy Hidden Kingdom in the Mountain will be more facinating and unpredictable than any preceding.
~ Louis Collywood, University of Wayrest, 4E28
Did Gavril post a history for Gwened?
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*Chloe* - Posts: 3538
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» Wed May 02, 2012 12:59 pm
No, but he is writing it 
He got inspired by the rest of our fluff, and is rolling us up a fluff-ball of his own. To take this unpleasant metaphor as far as it will go, we can expect Gavril to cough up this fluff-ball over the carpet in the next few days
He got inspired by the rest of our fluff, and is rolling us up a fluff-ball of his own. To take this unpleasant metaphor as far as it will go, we can expect Gavril to cough up this fluff-ball over the carpet in the next few days -
Laura Samson - Posts: 3337
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» Wed May 02, 2012 9:21 pm
No, but he is writing it He got inspired by the rest of our fluff, and is rolling us up a fluff-ball of his own. To take this unpleasant metaphor as far as it will go, we can expect Gavril to cough up this fluff-ball over the carpet in the next few days
He got inspired by the rest of our fluff, and is rolling us up a fluff-ball of his own. To take this unpleasant metaphor as far as it will go, we can expect Gavril to cough up this fluff-ball over the carpet in the next few days All of this fluff is killing me haha
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Paul Rice - Posts: 3430
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» Wed May 02, 2012 11:55 pm
I could come up with a little fluff on Markwasten, but it would be primarily focused on how it's been since Olybrius took over. No sense making up a bunch of stuff we'll never use.
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gandalf - Posts: 3400
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» Thu May 03, 2012 3:49 am
That'll be cool. It's nice that everyone is making lots of fluff for the kingdoms. Saves me some time
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John Moore - Posts: 3294
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