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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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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-
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Few cities of The Colonies can rivel the spectacular beauty and sheer size of Oritolon.
The center of the city is notable for it's airy squares and open space where merchants ply their wares. The daily business of the city is largely conducted al-fresco, in huge open-air halls consisting of pillars crafted from white Snaketooth marble and topped with roofs of Grentzen red oak. It's wide roads and huge squares are all paved with cobblestones crafted from black Windaria granite. The docks of Oritolon are a hive of activity with ships of every size loading and unloading throughout the day and night. They ring to the voices of a hundred nations as fortunes are made and lost on the turn of the tide and tales are told and old scores settled in the raucous inns and taverns. Oritolon Keep, the seat of Oritolon's government and military, is a towering ediface built from the finest Snaketooth marble and silver Iglavik slate. It's walls contain libraries, barracks, meeting halls, markets and all the trappings of a city-within-a-city. It is said that half of Sovonoval's harvest passes through the keep's kitchens. From the northern city gates two forty-foot square banners made of the finest silks from Askatep fly in honour of Oritolon's founding fathers 'Atlas' and 'Hrothgar'. Current Duke of Oritolon: Cleatus |
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The sprawling forests of Grentzen are made up of a bewildering array of species of plants and trees among which a wide variety of fauna thrives.
Although one may wander in the forest for weeks without meeting another soul there is a large population of hunters, trappers, farmers and gatherers who reap and protect the natural resources of the region. The people of Grentzen are known for their affinity with nature. The small town in Grentzen, known to locals as 'Haven' but in the rest of The colonies simply as 'Grentzen Town', grew from a small trading outpost. It's buildings are renowned for their beauty and ingenuity, being built among the huge trees of the central forest on many levels from the ground to the canopy with the higher buildings being linked by rope walkways and lifting baskets. Although the flat land around the Grentzen woodlands is very fertile there is not much in the way of farming in the open as the people of Grentzen far prefer the security and familiarity of life in the shadows of the trees, living off the plentiful fruit and game in the forest. Current Count of Grentzen: Geoffrey |
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Western Iglavik is mainly comprised of rough, low-lying scrub where hard-working farmers grow their crops. The main produce from this area is fruit, primarily hardy varietys of grape, apple and startle-berry which thrive in the warm, wet and stony earth.
Central Iglavik is dotted with primative crofts which are occupied only on the rare occasions when the weather is too severe for the shepherds and goat-herders to roam the hills with their flocks. Eastern Iglavik is dominated by the 'Snaketooth Mountains' with thier sharp, foreboding peaks and deep, icy streams. The town of Iglavik clings to the mountainside here. It's many levels and terraces are mostly hewn into the solid rock and it's height almost as great as it's breadth. The famous woolen mills of Iglavik town are powered by an innovative series of giant water-wheels that harness the power of the waterfall that flows through the center of the town. Althout there are a few farmers' markets scattered around Iglavik they are little more than a meeting place. The vast majority of settlements in this area are smallholdings housing a few farming families at most. Current Baroness of Iglavik: Erisha |
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Barren and desolate for the most part, Narrowdep is a desert region dotted with the occassional oasis of water and vegetation. The canvas villages of the nomadic cattle and camel herders are traditionally caomflaged and are almost impossible to spot from any distance. These huge camps can be struck, moved many tens of miles and re-established overnight.
The harsh conditions and scarce resources make travel difficult for those not born to the desert and much money is now made by enterprising locals who arrange safe passage for traders' caravans. The closest Narrowdep has to a traditional town is the cosmopolitan and welcoming permenant camp at the Askatep oasis. The bazzars of Askatep camp are famous for the fine and expensive wares on sale, much of which is the salvage from ill-fated caravans swallowed by the sands. Askatep is a reknowned center of learning and scholars from leagues around travelling there for heated debates and enligtening discussions. Legend suggests that the original rulers of The Colonies, the snake brothers 'Ulrich' and 'C William' fled to Narrowdep after their final defeat in Windaria and are still hiding their disgrace and shame somewhere in the baking dunes. Current Baron of Narrowdep: Henri |
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With it's orchards to the north bearing rich harvests of citrus fruits, the fertile grazing and planting to the south and the well sticked fisharies off the coast Sovonoval is truely the larder of Oritolon.
The people of Sovonoval are good humoured and hospitable. They are a stoical and reliable people much suited to the farming life. Many of Oritolon's most revered bards, poets and songcrafters come from this region and much that is known of the history of Oritolon comes from the rich oral traditions of these artists. The port of Sovonoval lies on the west coast and is largely dedicated to reaping the fruits of the sea. It's brightly painted building and cobbled streets attract traders from far-flung lands and are a hub on some of the most profitable maritime trade routes. While Oritolon is not reknowned for as a sea-faring nation it's shipwrights are famous far and wide for their innovation and quality of work. There are safe and well established trade routes from Port Sovonoval to the capital city of Oritolon and Askatep encampment in Narrowdep. These vital arteries of commerce are well maintained and protected. Current Count of Sovonoval: Igna |
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