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+ | As he marched his men homewards, still filled with the thrill of victory, Antonine began to think of how history would record their victory. The fall of Alowca had marked both a great militart battle and the end of a war generations old. Surely, mused Antonine, such an occasion should be immortalised in song. | ||
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+ | As his troops marched along the road, Antonine began piecing together tunes and phrases in his head. By evening he felt the song he had composed was worthy of the occasion. That night as they rested in camp he taught the song to his men. In a rare display of his excellent voice Antonine song the verses himself, whilst his men enthusiastically roared the chorus. | ||
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+ | Over the next few days the song began to spread, sung by peasants, soldiers and nobles alike, until there were few left in the land who had not heard the new song commemorating the fall of Alowca. | ||
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+ | Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Strong was Oritolon when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Great was the joy when Alowca fell. | ||
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+ | From western desert to eastern wood, | ||
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+ | Came Oritolon; strong, true and good. | ||
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+ | With sword and lance, with axe and bow, | ||
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+ | Came we to fight our foe. | ||
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+ | Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Strong was Oritolon when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Great was the joy when Alowca fell. | ||
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+ | Against their walls our men did press, | ||
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+ | And though our enemies were good and fresh, | ||
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+ | Alowcan guile could not best Oritolon steel, | ||
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+ | Commanded we the wall, afore e’en the morning meal. | ||
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+ | Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Strong was Oritolon when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Great was the joy when Alowca fell. | ||
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+ | Under cover of dark, the Alowcans did creep, | ||
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+ | And by morn the walls again under their forces did creak, | ||
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+ | So once more unto the breach Oritolon did go, | ||
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+ | And yet again Alowcan blood did flow. | ||
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+ | Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Great was the joy when Alowca fell. | ||
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+ | On the third day ‘twas all clear, | ||
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+ | For though the price had been dear, | ||
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+ | Alowca for once and all crushed had bean, | ||
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+ | And the sun on Oritolon’s banners did beam. | ||
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+ | Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Strong was Oritolon when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Though it did take eight more days, | ||
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+ | The city folk upon our banners did gaze, | ||
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+ | For Alowca now was under our command, | ||
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+ | Our dominion stretching o’er sea and land. | ||
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+ | Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Strong was Oritolon when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell, | ||
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+ | Antonine Octavius | ||
+ | Count of Sovonoval | ||
Revision as of 06:43, 23 March 2009
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Roleplay from Antonine Octavius (9 days, 14 hours ago) Message sent to everyone in your realm (44 recipients)
As he marched his men homewards, still filled with the thrill of victory, Antonine began to think of how history would record their victory. The fall of Alowca had marked both a great militart battle and the end of a war generations old. Surely, mused Antonine, such an occasion should be immortalised in song.
As his troops marched along the road, Antonine began piecing together tunes and phrases in his head. By evening he felt the song he had composed was worthy of the occasion. That night as they rested in camp he taught the song to his men. In a rare display of his excellent voice Antonine song the verses himself, whilst his men enthusiastically roared the chorus.
Over the next few days the song began to spread, sung by peasants, soldiers and nobles alike, until there were few left in the land who had not heard the new song commemorating the fall of Alowca.
Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell,
Strong was Oritolon when Alowca fell,
Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell,
Great was the joy when Alowca fell.
From western desert to eastern wood,
Came Oritolon; strong, true and good.
With sword and lance, with axe and bow,
Came we to fight our foe.
Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell,
Strong was Oritolon when Alowca fell,
Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell,
Great was the joy when Alowca fell.
Against their walls our men did press,
And though our enemies were good and fresh,
Alowcan guile could not best Oritolon steel,
Commanded we the wall, afore e’en the morning meal.
Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell,
Strong was Oritolon when Alowca fell,
Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell,
Great was the joy when Alowca fell.
Under cover of dark, the Alowcans did creep,
And by morn the walls again under their forces did creak,
So once more unto the breach Oritolon did go,
And yet again Alowcan blood did flow.
Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell,
Strong was Oritolon when Alowca fell,
Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell,
Great was the joy when Alowca fell.
On the third day ‘twas all clear,
For though the price had been dear,
Alowca for once and all crushed had bean,
And the sun on Oritolon’s banners did beam.
Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell,
Strong was Oritolon when Alowca fell,
Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell,
Great was the joy when Alowca fell.
Though it did take eight more days,
The city folk upon our banners did gaze,
For Alowca now was under our command,
Our dominion stretching o’er sea and land.
Fierce was the wind when Alowca fell,
Strong was Oritolon when Alowca fell,
Brave was the enemy when Alowca fell,
Great was the joy when Alowca fell.
Antonine Octavius Count of Sovonoval
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Other position of Oritolon include
Actrial - "Everyone knows priests taste terrible." Adam http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y120/thegep/Battlemaster/arin.gif Arin - "Stinking priests..." Beorn Cidemni Cinna - "In case you couldn't guess, I'm no fan of priesties either." Duke Cleatus of Oritolon Daralan - "Run Devona, Run! Get those little leggies pumping!!" Lord Darian of Grentzen Erisha Da Hadez - "Hope and freedom for all!" Galdor Geoffrey Minister of Defence - "Why don't those monsters eat that priest?" Henri Igna - "Bah, I'm just a grumpy. . . young man. All I've been good for lately is drinking and waving my fists around." Joslen - "I love my Aunt." llama Louis Anaud Lord Pericles of Sovonoval Quinten Minister of Finances simon Prime Minister Spearhead - "First come, first served! ;)" Valdrix - "Run off, you rabbit chasing, poo flinging, monkey hugger!" Vifth Waldemar Zangi Grand Justicar - "Quite troublesome, seems I'm the passively popular sort."
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Once upon a time, when Gods were still battling for dominion, Zeus managed to wound Odin. From the blood that flowed a new continent was formed that was called "the Colonies". The life-force of Odin's blood made the earth bloom and life of all kinds was spread throughout the land. It was at that time that the two-headed beast was born. The strange creature had the skin and body of a snake while two human heads emerged from his shoulders. The heads were those of Ulrich and C. William, two brothers whose story is long lost in the tides of time. It was this creature who was the King of the Colonies.
Roaming the empty kingdom, it waited for others to come... And others came. Hrothgar and Atlas, two companions that had been traveling together since their birth, arrived in the colonies. Their friendship was so strong that could not be shaken by Gods or Mortals. The beast welcomed them with food and wine and women. Engulfed in pleasures the two warriors spent many days on the island.
It didn't take long for other people to join the realm, as words of its wealth and peace were swiftly spread. Darian the wise, Jacque the young warrior, prince Olorin, Mala and Tasu were the next ones to step foot upon the island. It did not take much time for them, to become friends with Atlas and Hrothgar. They all together preferred spending their time in the southern part of the island because of its beautiful plains, the rich forests and the peaceful mountains. They named the place "Oritolon". There, their friendship turned into brotherhood.
Things would still be peaceful in Oritolon if jealousy and greed hadn't flooded the snake's minds. Jealousy of the friendship the rest had developed for each other, and greed for wealth and power slowly changed its attitude. It was spending more and more time in the palace, counting and recounting its coins and its loneliness. It started poisoning Hrothgar's and Atlas' minds, willing to turn the two friends against each other. Within each word the snake had carefully hidden its poison. Slowly and steadily it managed to achieve its goal.
Order and peace had already been deeply wounded when Julius Loki and Galadriel arrived to Oritolon after a while. For a newcomer, it was easier to see what was going on so Loki was the first one to speak up against the snake King and Mala was the first one to join him. After long and hard debates the truth shined again and aggression turned against Ulrich and C. William. One by one the people of Oritolon started to realize the snake's way and what it had done to their brotherhood.
Lust for revenge conquered Atlas' and Hrothgar's spirit. They hunted the strange creature upon the mountains of Windaria, where, after a long battle, they managed to tear its reptilian body in two. Strangely, the two brothers did not die from the separation but continued living, crawling in front of Hrothgar' s and Atlas' feet. They agreed that leaving them alive, crawling for the rest of their lives, would be an even worse punishment than killing them. And so they did.
Olorin was agreed by everyone to replace the snake-King as his wisdom and experience had no match. Together with Darian the wise, who took the position of the Judge, they turned the Realm into a republic. Laws were written and everyone was considered as equal. A new era begun and the story of Oritolon became a legend that was spread throughout all continents, attracting many people to its lands.
Not forgetting the pain the snake had caused, they changed the realm's flag to the one that since now stands proud upon the walls of Oritolon city. It shows two dragon-snakes and a sword between them. The sword symbolizes the strength and the unity of Oritolon's brothers. The snakes are meant to remind everyone that only when the sword is strong the snakes are kept separated. When the sword gets weakened the snakes will join again, devouring the peace of our realm.
Written by Loki the Dragonleader and Lady Tasu
The founders of Oritolon long enjoyed a life of leisure with the once benevolent Serpent King and filled the days with song and theatre and their halls with elaborate tapestry and ornate statues. This love of art has continued throughout the history of Oritolon.
Oritolon still has a strong culture of bardic song and topical theatre. In even the smallest town a rough stage will be found in the town square where travelling artistes ply their trade and spread the news of the day. In Oritolon city it is said that wherever more than four people gather you will find an actor or bard who considers them an audience.
-Regions-
The regions currently controlled by Oritolon are Oritolon, Grentzen, Iglavik, Narrowdep, Sovonoval, and Windaria.
The regions of Oritolon were created far back in the republic's history, shortly after the original rulers of The Colonies were defeated by the heros Atlas and Hrothgar.
The first King of Oritolon divided his new kingdom into six regions, the borders of which have changed little over the passing years, and appointed Lords to maintain and defend these regions for the greater good of Oritolon.
-Duchy of Oritolon-
Region Description
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