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Jecht
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Eldest of the Tideweavers direct line. He grew up in Ete City and rarely left the Vale while growing up. His passion is jousting, he is determined to be the best jouster on the continent. He won the Tournament of Ar Agyr in May 2020. And he took a second victory in Joust on August 18, 2020 as the defending champion. As Marshal of the Army of the Vales he lead a campaign that sacked Wudenkin, the Vordul Sanguinis captial, during a war. The war was being fought on behalf of allies to the Shattered Vales that were on a holy pilgrimage back home. He also lead his army in the battle that killed the Emperor of Vordul Sanginis, even dueling the blood emperor during the battle. While Jecht did not land the killing blow, his actions ultimately lead to the emperor's death. It was during this battle he acquired the legendary artifact the Swift Lance off of his body. He is a Captain Crusader of Heralds of Obeah. He started as a crusader and promoted to Lt. Crusader after a successful campaign against the cult of Mordok in Thalmarkin. He burned many shrines and temples during this campaign. His second promotion came after his role in killing what the Heralds of Obeah called the "False God Emperor" Xlair Silverblade. Jecht ascended to the throne of the Shattered Vales becoming Emperor shortly after his victory in the local tournament. Emperor of Shattered Vales 8/22/2020 |
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Death of the Blood Emperor
| Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver | |
| The Vale had moved swiftly. At first hint there would be interference of Obia's relocation their army had mustered, once the official war declaration was made Jecht moved the army of the Vale with haste to Vordul. When reports came the entire Vordul army had amassed outside of Keffa he knew there was a golden opportunity before him.
Days passed. The army moved, scouts were sent, reports recounted. It was just as Jecht had hoped. The Vordul capital was left weakly defended in favor of a strong mobile force and his army had just finished its trek through the mountains. "Onward, we march on Wudenkin!" commanded the marshal. The horns of war blew. The orders relayed. Though the city's defenses were weak, they would still be a challenge for the Army of the Vales, in their haste to the front line they had not come prepared to siege a city. But in Jecht's mind, when opportunity knocks, you answer. Upon entering the outskirts of the city Jecht could tell Vordul was different than most places. It was the kind of place that raised goosebumps on your skin. His horses kept jerking their heads up and snorting, as if there was just something in the air that didn't sit well. Something was just not right. Alas, it did not matter for Jecht was determined to his task through. The Vordul nobles had caused problems to their Obian allies as they relocated back to their holy lands, the holy lands that Jecht himself recognized as a Lt. Crusader of the Heralds of Obeah. This was not just a spat. No. Word had reached him that the Vordul army did in fact assault the Obians in full force in their capital of Keffa WHILE their Emperor was there. They even captured Grandmistress Saorise in the chaos of the battle. She had supposedly been sent to the very city he was about to assail. Fortunately the Obians were just able to repel them and the Emperor was unsacathed. This would not stand. Not only were Obia allies to the Vale, but they were the heart of Jecht's very own faith. It was time to strike at the heart of Vordul. And that strike would begin here. In the city of Wudenkin. So the assault began. The battle raged for several hours. The first volley coming from the Vale just as the sun had set. Their milita rushed to man the walls and return fire. The Vale's infantry coming from behind the ranged forces to storm the walls and ensure the enemy bladesmen did not reach the bowmen. The battle was hard fought by torchlight but The Vale's ranged forces proved superior to the walls. Though the infantry suffered many casualties, the Vale broke through the gates of the city and emerged victorious. As the Army of the Vales gathered their men back to occupy the city properly, Jecht began his search of the prisons for Grandmistress Saorsie. With no luck in locating the Grandmistress, the second battle of Wudenkin occured. An overzealous count and an overzealous knight attempted to defend the city despite overwhelming odds. So be it. They faced the might of the Vale and suffered for it. Their men needlessly dying rather than surrendering. The search of Grandmistress Saorise continued. Perhaps she had not reached the city after all? He must keep searching. | |
| Jecht Tideweaver | |
Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on Beluaterra - 22 days, 8 hours, 57 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Wudenkin: Shattered Vales vs. Vordul Sanguinis Estimated strengths: 680 men vs. 350 men The Army of the Vales (Shattered Vales), sponsored by Duke Hades Castillo, were led into battle by Marshal Jecht Tideweaver. Knight Rodderick O'Deathh is spotted reading from the Dark Handbook of the East Island. Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wielding the Cold-Forged Club of War. Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wearing the Glorious Oil of Unlife. Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wearing the Silver Plate Mail of the Clouds. Duke Ulv Schancke is spotted wearing the Brutal Wreath of Gotland.
Attacker Victory!
| Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver | |
| (The Tides of War Part 1)
The search for Grandmistress Saorsie had not gone well. Jecht had been searching every dungeon, cellar, and prison he could find. There was no sign of her. He sighed in frustration. The last two days things had gone well. Very well. For his time properly commanding an army, the Army of the Vales had successfully sacked the capital city and began a farce of a takeover operation. The real goals were simple: raze the walls of Wudenkin so the enemy did not have a city to hole up in, cut the Vorduls off from their precious capital to force the Emperor into negotiations, and find Grandmistress Saorise. But the Vorduls didn't need to know that. Jecht had been ordering misdirections on top of the farce takeover to add an element of chaos to veil his intentions. He had hoped that these tactics would lure Vordul into attacking his superior force in Wudenkin. The takeover allowed his army to ensure the walls were of no use to Vordul should they do so and with their beaten army and rallied milita it simply wouldn't be enough. Jecht got his wish. Whether his tactics lured them in or they simply attacked out of desperation, the scout confirmed the Vordul was incoming it was time to stop searching for the Grandmistress and prepare the defense. Looking closer at the report, it confirmed that Emperor Xlair was among the attackers. Jecht smiled. Pope Rinehardt had JUST called for the death of this man for crimes against Obeah. Jecht would see to it he did his best to fell ruler of Vordul. | |
| Jecht Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver | |
| (The Tides of War Part 2)
Jecht was at the head of his army. They were in formation prpared to recieve the Vordul. The bright yellow banners were proudly streaming in wind. They were posted outside of the walls of Wudenkin with the the crumbling walls of the city and the lake at their backs. The Vale currently heavily favored powerful bowmen and ranged special forces. They were very impressive. The Vale was unrivaled in their ranged combat this campaign and Jecht was proud. However Jecht was commanding cavalry. He was the only noble of the Vale doing so. He had taken up jousting in his spare time within the Vale, having practiced so much he had won the recent tournament on Ar Aygr. Since then he had lived and breathed joust, nearly abandoning his training with the blade in favor of his lance. While his few cavalry left under his command did not pack the punch of the likes of Dukes Ulv and Hades special forces, they did have one advantage ...speed. And Jecht intended to use it to his full advantage. He had one goal and one goal only. To strike down the Vordul Emperor. As the sun began to crest, the Vordul forces came in sight. Jecht rode forward in front of his army and took command. "They come! The villains that struck at our allies and our Emperor return to their captial to lick their wounds! But not before we repay them in kind. On! This!! Day!!! We cut down the remaining threat! On! This! Day!!! We shall kill the men that killed the men guarding our Emperor and Obian allies! ON! THIS!! DAY!!! THE VALE MAKES THEM ANSWER FOR THEIR CRIMES BLOOD!" shouted Jecht for all his army to hear as he rode up and down the lines psyching his men up. The army answered with a resounding cheer. "Now men! Hold till I give the command!" Jecht commanded with his fist high in the air. The Vordul army got closer. "Hold!" Nearly within range. "HOLD!" The banners of Xlairs Sanguis Order were now within range of the bow, yet Jecht still held his fist, though he raised it higher. "DRAW!" The Vale bowmen and special forces drew their weapons just as the Vordul bowmen crested over a small hill. "LOOSE!" command Jecht as his hand swing down. The sound of thousands of arrows whistling towards the Vordul drowned out the shout Jecht gave his stallion as he began his rush to meet the enemy Emperor in combat. The battle had begun. | |
| Jecht Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver | |
| (The Tides of War Part 3)
Jecht's long black hair was whipping behind him as lead his Champion's Lancers forward. There was only a single unit of enemy Infantry, the Sanguine Order, and they belonged to his quarry Xlair Silverblade, the Emperor of Vordul Sanguinis. If Jecht could just strike the man down it would be a massive victory diplomatically and for the Heralds of Obeah. As Jecht and his men began charging forward so too did the Sanguine Order. Champion's Lancers (9) ride on, closing in on the enemy. Sanguine Order (6) advance towards the enemy.
Champion's Lancers (9) charge ahead, into the attackers' ranks.
Champion's Lancers (9) score 551 hits on Sanguine Order (6). Sanguine Order (6) score 367 hits on Champion's Lancers (9).
Jecht could feel his skin crawl when he looked into the eyes of the Emperor. There was just something so sinister there. Jecht raised his lance, this was it. This was his chance to remove this evil from the world. Kicking his spurs into his steed he rushed the Emperor with his lance aimed for the mans heart. Just as the lance went to run the man through, Jecht felt a powerful force knock his lance and steed sideways. The Emperor had sidestepped his charge to the right like it was nothing and conducted such a powerful slash from hip that the Emperor's blade cut Jecht's lance clean in two and slashed a deep, life ending, gouge into his steed's neck. The black bladed Katana was made of incredibly sharp steel and had managed to cut through Jecht's lance like it was made of air. As Jecht's steed charged passed and began flailing from its injury the Emperor smash his massive shoulder into Jecht's right leg and the side of his horse bowling them both over. The horse fell on its side while Jecht was still mounted. Not only had Xlairs shoulder crushed Jecht's right knee, there was now a thousand pound thrashing horse crushing Jecht's left leg. He was pinned. The Emperor laughed loudly and looked at the young Marshal with malice. With a look of contempt Xlair approached the helpless man on the ground and gently ran his katana slowly up the mans face. "Such a pretty face from the Vale" Xlair said in a much calmer voice than the heat of this battle called for, there was a slight pause before he said"...pity". In an instant the Emperor slashed Jecht across his face with the katana opening a deep gash along the right side of his face. Jecht couldn't hold back, he screamed as the searing pain ripped through his face and legs. Champion's Lancers (9) take 367 hits in close combat, which cause 10 casualties, wiping the unit out. Jecht Tideweaver, Earl of Shifgrethor, Marshal of the Army of the Vales has been wounded by Sanguine Order (6). | |
| Jecht Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver | |
| (The Tides of War Part 4)
He had failed. His men had fallen. They were all wounded or retreating and he was stuck under a dying horse at the full mercy of his enemy. Emperor Xlair was raising his blade to end him. He said what he thought would be his final prayer to Obeah when suddenly an arrow struck the man's arm forcing him to drop his blade. A second arrow quickly followed planting itself in thick armor in the mans back. Rain of Death (15) fire on Sanguine Order (6), scoring 291 hits. Was this his chance. Was this his opportunity to strike him down. Even if it cost his life he could rid the world of this evil. He had seen what the Vorduls did to the peoples of Wudenkin and this man, this Emperor, was the root of it all. He needed to end this. With a surge of strength and much pain, Jecht freed himself from the under the horse. He began to draw his side blade when suddenly a horse appeared and its rider grabbed Jecht by the very arm he was trying to draw with. Looking up he saw his captain, Osmona half pulling half draggin him into the saddle behind her. She had not slowed the horse and Jecht felt his shoulder come out of the socket upon the initial jerk. "Osmona! NO! I NEED TO FINISH THIS!" he screamed as a fresh hell of pain shot down his arm. "YOU'RE NOT DYING HERE DAMMIT! There is a whole army supporting you! You do not need to do it on your own and you certainly do not need to die for this!" she screamed as she was literally half carrying half dragging the man away from the front line. "I ORDER YOU TO RELEASE ME! I AM NOT DONE HERE!" mustered Jecht. His voice cracking as he feebly tried to loosen himself from her iron grip. "Not happening my lord. I'd rather spend the night facing punishment for defying your orders than weep your senseless death around a fire" she said flatly, focusing on getting them back to safety. "I SAID ...I said ...I ...I" Jecht weakly protested as he began to succumb to the pain. The last image he saw before unconsciousness took him was the Emperor falling to the ground under a fresh hail of arrows. Fighters (11) fire on Sanguine Order (6), scoring 820 hits.Xlair Silverblade, Emperor of Vordul Sanguinis, Royal of Vordul Sanguinis has been killed by Fighters (11). | |
| Jecht Tideweaver | |
Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on Beluaterra - 20 days, 21 hours, 1 minute ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Wudenkin: Vordul Sanguinis vs. Shattered Vales Estimated strengths: 380 men vs. 950 men The Army of the Vales (Shattered Vales), sponsored by Duke Hades Castillo, were led into battle by Marshal Jecht Tideweaver. The Frozen Blood (Vordul Sanguinis), sponsored by Emperor Xlair Silverblade, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Timsen Quasath. Knight Rodderick O'Deathh is spotted reading from the Dark Handbook of the East Island. Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wielding the Cold-Forged Club of War. Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wearing the Glorious Oil of Unlife. Viscount Arjan de Zueww is spotted wearing the Silver Plate Mail of the Clouds. Duke Ulv Schancke is spotted wearing the Brutal Wreath of Gotland. The hero Xlair Silverblade, Emperor of Vordul Sanguinis, Royal of Vordul Sanguinis was killed by Lorn Manor's unit.
Defender Victory!
(End)
The Cultists and Tournament
| Roleplay from Aeravon Velaryon | |
| A grim-looking northerner arrived to the tournament grounds. He was escorted by ten of his personal guards - equally grim-looking and not-entertained warriors that represented his housecarls. His eyes and face revealed his utter contempt for the many southerlings that were busily running around him. From the distance he spotted a gallant knight prancing around the jousting field, trying to hit some apples with his joust. "The twat..." He thinks to himself and leads his companions straight into a tavern. "Ale and women here!" one of the guards barked at the servants as his Lord quietly sat down. Waiting time will be long, that much was clear to him, and he may very well drown his sorrows in rivers of ale. | |
| Aeravon Velaryon | |
| Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver | |
| Jecht entered the tavern accompanied by his good friend Nadia Madstone, her captain, and his unit's captain Sevonia. He was still dressed in his full armor and had an apple in his hand with a large bite taken out of it. Looking around he saw the many different banners of nobles hailing from all around the continent. Not a lot of northerners had yet arrived but there were many from the south including some of his fellows from the Vale. The bar had certainly picked up in business since the end of the displays of skill.
Still riding the highs of the cheers from the crowd during his display in joust, Jecht cheerily called out to the barkeep. "Barkeep! A round of drinks for everyone present." As he noticed the hulking man surrounded by his sour looking entourage dressed in northern furs he added: "I think everyone here needs a distraction from the smell of wet dog" While looking pointedly in Aeravon's direction. At the sound of his comment, Jecht noticed Aeravon looked up and made eye contact with the young Marshal. The two were as different as could be. Aeravon was obviously from the north, a tall, hulking figure dressed for cold weather who could pack some real strength behind his greatsword Winterthorn. Jecht was average height, lean, freshly shaven and nimble. While he was in his full plate having just come from the arena, he would undoubtedly be in finer cloths that better suited the warmer southern weather otherwise. He carried his Swift Lance and Giggling Buckler of the Sun even indoors. While it did not seem pragmatic to do so, the younger man was graceful enough for it to seemingly not matter. The two glared at each other for a brief moment before Jecht narrowed his eyes and haughtily turned his nose up at the man. Jecht then proceeded with his own entourage to a table on the other side of the bar. "Come Nadia, lets reminiscence about the times we marched leaving burning Mordock cultist shrines and temples in our wake" he said loud enough for all to hear. Along the way, he noticed the young noblewoman from the crowd who had been cheering rather fervently during his display. And as he took his seat he flashed her a dazzling smile and a wink. He left a seat next to him intentionally empty hoping the young noble would notice his subtle invitation. | |
| Jecht Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Aeravon Velaryon | |
| As Aeravon clashed his gaze with a Lord of the Vale he whispered something to his Housecarls and the whole group burst with a loud and hearty laugh. "Another round of drinks, maid!" He shouted. "We need to water down all this feather". Another round of crude laughter followed.
Then the Lord murmured something about Mordok and the North. Maximia, his Ukhian shield-maiden quickly rose and took a defiant post. Storm brewed within her, Aeravon could see, as she shouted in the direction of the impressive jouster. "For the North!! And for Mordok!!!" She put her hand on the hilt of her sword and all the Housecarls quickly did the same. The room was immediately silenced as tension began to mount. Aeravon remained sitting, thinking how this fawning baboon that entered the bar interrupted what appeared to be a very promising chat with the Lady from the Lake. "Here we go again"...he whispered to his chin. It was annoying enough that he had to breathe the same air like these southern turds, and now it looked like weapons will be drawn. Perhaps what he could use the most right now is a good tavern brawl. | |
| Aeravon Velaryon | |
| Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver | |
| As the shout of "For Mordok!" rang throughout the air. The bar went immediately quiet. Eerily quiet. And as the words began to register swords and daggers began being drawn as looks of ire fell upon the northern woman.
Random shouts of "Daimon Whore!" "Northern Bitch" "****ing cultist" began coming the mouths of many people from the Vale and even from some of the entourage's of visiting nobles. Jecht was shocked. Did this woman truly just declare she was a Mordock cultist in a bar FULL of southern nobles and commoners alike? Off duty guards, laborers, a few local drunks. All present to mingle with the foreign nobles to enjoy the tournament. All getting red in the face, starting to shout, reaching for weapons. As the commotion began to escalate quickly, Jecht acted. Slamming both of his hands in their plate gauntlets on the table making a loud crashing noise he rose. "ENOUGH" He walked around from his table to the middle of the room back to the door to face the woman as he talked. In a commanding voice he continued. "As Marshal of the Army of the Vales, and the highest ranked military commander present. I order you all in the name of the Emperor to lower your arms!" The locals began to unhappily mumble, but heeded the order from the young commander. Some of the more level headed restraining the more tipsy. Jecht locked eyes with Maximia. As he did so the bar went quiet as most looked upon the two. "Be grateful your liege is here on invitation of the Emperor. If his honor was not on the line and would be damaged if one of his guests were killed, no shield would protect you from my lance piercing your heart." Gritting his teeth, he continued in a slow tone, the words said with more grit and conviction with every word spoken. "Here in the south. We remember the loved ones that were killed by the diamons. Our ancestors. Entire families. Entire civilizations. Entire cultures. While you northerner's turn a blind eye or even embrace the evil that once walked these lands, we have dedicated ourselves to honoring what was lost and ensuring it does not happen again." Shouts were heard from various guests "Thats right!" "My grandfather was killed!" "The Vale remembers!" as the Marshal continued. "You!" Jecht shouted at Aeravon. "You and your company are guests of Emperor Ehrich of the Shattered Vale. If your maidens or butlers dare to draw blood of any of our own or our guests, they will be taken to the square and executed. This is your only warning. If you dare to sleep within the city tonight, I recommend your bar your doors. The Vale does not take kindly daimon worshippers. We kill them. And not everyone guards the honor of the Emperor so diligently." Jecht breifly looked at the pretty noble he had hoped to get to know with a little sad smile. Duty called. He had missives to send. The Emperor, the Daishi, and the Heralds needed to know of the cultist. Perhaps a second crusade was in order. With an apologetic look towards the pretty woman he turned to address the room once more. "Such serious business in what was supposed to be a celebration. How pitiful. All of you, I recommend you return to your drinks, and your own business. Let the northerners be. For now. Nadia, you have the best sword arm here. While I leave to the Emperor, I shall send some additional guards. Please keep the peace in the meantime." With that, the Marshal turned on his heel and walked out of the bar. | |
| Jecht Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Aeravon Velaryon | |
| As Jecht exited the tavern, Aeravon stood still, his eyes fixed a gaze on the crowd in front of him. Then he burst out with laughter. "Hahahahahaha. Hold your horses there, southerlings, and don't spoil the party. The police man is now gone so we can truly enjoy this evening now that all the feathers are out of the way". He smashed his large fist on the table and bellowed "All the drinks on me! Minstrel, sing one for the North, can you? A Ballad of the Lone Wolf sounds appropriate. | |
| Aeravon Velaryon | |
| Roleplay from Rosko Nabarl | |
| Rosko is sat in the corner, generally keeping himself to himself when he hears the commotion, a cheer for Mordok then the response...
He stands, his chair would have fallen backwards but for the wall being too close, making him slam his tankard on the table before calling loudly, “I am a follower of Mordok! It is thanks to him that the daemons have not yet returned. It seems most of you base your thoughts on us from the ridiculous propaganda you get told. I would expect better of nobility. ”My mother fought these beasts, she slew Darkest Hour of the West, then but short while later was slain by Overlord, and some of you raised no objection when another “noble” started using her head as a weapon in battle... ”I fought these beasts, those foul creatures. I watched as other nobles tried to gain favour with them. Fools. The Daemons need to be kept away from our world, and that is what Mordok does. ”If you all object to the daemons as much as you claim, why do you indulge the heralds? Those that willingly had daemons helping them in their regions? Their explanations for that are just one contradiction after another. Fools...” | |
| Rosko Nabarl | |
August 18, 2020
Welcome to the tournament in Iato. 37 nobles from 8 realms paid their 0 gold entrance fee and visit the tournament grounds today to claim the winner's honours and 1000 (gold) for swordfighting (250 for second place swordfighting) and 1000 (gold) for jousting (250 for second place jousting). This is a tournament of both, jousting and swordfight. In the second part of the tournament, the traditional jousting contest is being held:
Round 1, 37 participants: Jecht from Shattered Vales -beats- Arjan from Shattered Vales 2 to 1 Fiorina from Vordul Sanguinis -beats- Rosko from Thalmarkin 2 to 1 Aeravon from Thalmarkin -beats- Branimir Fran from Thalmarkin 3 to 0 Wolf from Irondale -beats- Archibald from Shattered Vales 3 to 0 Amilcare Barca from Ar Agyr -beats- Himilco from Shattered Vales 3 to 0 Shebin from Nothoi -beats- Saphira from Shattered Vales 2 to 1 Ferdinand from Vordul Sanguinis -beats- Nymatal from Vordul Sanguinis 2 to 1 Francis from Nothoi -beats- Justin from Obia'Syela 3 to 0 Nadia from Shattered Vales -beats- actron II from Nothoi 3 to 0 Michael from Shattered Vales -beats- Mielba from Ar Agyr 2 to 1 Rodderick from Shattered Vales -beats- Elios from Thalmarkin 2 to 1 Nefasto from Nothoi -beats- Ulv from Shattered Vales 2 to 1 Gendron from Shattered Vales -beats- Osgar from Thalmarkin 3 to 0 Boltgan from Obia'Syela -beats- Nyx from Vordul Sanguinis 2 to 1 Timsen from Vordul Sanguinis -beats- Geralt from Thalmarkin 3 to 0 Kethan from Obia'Syela -beats- Gunhilda from (rogue) 2 to 1 Gigax from Vordul Sanguinis -beats- Marcello from Vordul Sanguinis 2 to 1 Baelunìataisharà from Thalmarkin -beats- Gustav from Vordul Sanguinis 3 to 0 Tybalt - wildcard
Round 2, 19 participants: Timsen from Vordul Sanguinis -beats- Wolf from Irondale 3 to 0 Nadia from Shattered Vales -beats- Amilcare Barca from Ar Agyr 3 to 0 Rodderick from Shattered Vales -beats- Nefasto from Nothoi 2 to 1 Shebin from Nothoi -beats- Ferdinand from Vordul Sanguinis 3 to 0 Jecht from Shattered Vales -beats- Michael from Shattered Vales 3 to 0 Aeravon from Thalmarkin -beats- Gendron from Shattered Vales 3 to 0 Tybalt from Ar Agyr -beats- Kethan from Obia'Syela 2 to 1 Francis from Nothoi -beats- Boltgan from Obia'Syela 3 to 0 Baelunìataisharà from Thalmarkin -beats- Gigax from Vordul Sanguinis 3 to 0 Fiorina - wildcard
Round 3, 10 participants: Aeravon from Thalmarkin -beats- Fiorina from Vordul Sanguinis 3 to 0 Jecht from Shattered Vales -beats- Shebin from Nothoi 3 to 0 Nadia from Shattered Vales -beats- Timsen from Vordul Sanguinis 3 to 0 Rodderick from Shattered Vales -beats- Francis from Nothoi 3 to 0 Baelunìataisharà from Thalmarkin -beats- Tybalt from Ar Agyr 2 to 1
Round 4, 5 participants: Jecht from Shattered Vales -beats- Aeravon from Thalmarkin 3 to 0 Rodderick from Shattered Vales -beats- Baelunìataisharà from Thalmarkin 3 to 0 Nadia - wildcard
Semifinal round: Jecht from Shattered Vales -beats- Rodderick from Shattered Vales 2 to 1 Nadia - wildcard Final Round: Jecht from Shattered Vales -beats- Nadia from Shattered Vales 3 to 0 Winner: Jecht
That was the tournament in Iato. Congratulations to the winners and to all participants.
Tournament gains You gained 2 honour and 1 prestige during the tournament. You have improved your swordfighting skill. You also won 1000 gold.
| Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver | |
After sending his reports to the Heralds Jecht reported to Emperor. The older man had shown great disappointment that the cultists would make a show of themselves at the expense of his hospitality. The final words he shared with the Emperor before the games officially started kept ringing in Jecht's head. The older man, Emperor of the Vale since he had been a child, told him:
Alas this time I may not be the one to lead us on our next endeavour to wrong the slights and continued affront that is this unsavoury cult. Enjoy the games you have trained so hard for and may your faith and virtue guide your lance point and your buckler keep you safe.
Jecht had gritted his teeth and set out with a determination to make sure these games were memorable to honor his great Emperor. He did just that. The swords competition did not end favorably. He faced Duke Timseth in the first round and was soundly beaten. No matter. Swords were Nadias game. Not his. The Duke Timseth would go on to win the contest of Swords. Jecht empathized the bitter defeat Nadia suffered. The on to the Joust! The coordinators had ensured the games started with a bang! Pairing Jecht, the defending champion, against Arjan, the two time winner and runner up in the last games. Having bested his senior a second time, Jecht felt a bit of guilt knocking out the great jouster so early. In the fourth round, Jecht faced the very man with whom was the root of the incident in the bar. The larger man Aenareon had went unseated so far while Jecht had been unseated once in his first round against Arjan. Jecht enjoyed thoroughly trouncing the man, unsettling him all 3 times. After besting the man the final time Jecht found the pretty young noble he had so been trying to speak with and flashed her a dazzling smile. in the fifth round and semi finals, Jecht faced his own knight! Sir Roderrick, the former Earl of Shriftgothor who had passed the reins of the townsland to him after his previous tournament victory. Jecht was glad to see the man had made it so far. So much so that he found himself unseated in their first bout. But Jecht would not be denied. He refocused and unseated his knight twice to go on to the finals. As Jecht entered the grounds to face his final opponent. He was overjoyed to be on the pitch with his closest friend, Nadia. Though he had favored her to win the contest in swords, he had never imagined all the training they had done together over the months would hone her skill to the point she made the finals. Particularly because it appeared she had gotten a little too drunk the day before. He guessed she called upon her rage in losing in Swords and fought her way to the finals. Sadly, Nadia was unseated easily by the master of the Swift Lance. Nadia had been his sparring partner for so long, it was not difficult to unseat the knight he knew so well. While she trounced him in swords regularly. The lance was Jechts passion, and he was determined to be the best in the world. The crowd roared as their champion had prevailed again. Jecht made a flashy victory lap around the grounds sporting a dazzling smile and flashing his Swift Lance and Giggling Buckler of the Sun for all to see. He stopped in front of the Emperor of the Vale, and made a long respectful bow the the great Emperor Ehrich Weiz. Making it clear to all he prevailed to honor the great ruler. | |
| Jecht Tideweaver | |
(End)
Rise to Emperor of the Vale
| Roleplay from Jecht Tideweaver | |
| The trumpets sounded the official declaration made. Jecht had officially been chosen to ascend the throne as the Shattered Vales next Emperor.
In preparation for the event, he had his most decadent plate armor with the most lavish of flowing decor. His Swift Lance was strapped to his back and his Giggling Buckler of the Sun resting comfortably on his forearm. He was on his prized mare. He cut quite the figure. His long black hair flowing to his shoulders. His smile almost hid the nasty scar along the left side of his face. Almost. A gift from Xlair. Alas, he would not allow it to ruin this. As the trumpets continued to play the crowd that had gathered around the palace in Fheuvenem burst into uproar cheering and applauding their new young emperor. Jecht had quickly risen in popularity in the Vale. Though he had only been among the nobility for a short time, his deeds against the cultists, the tall stories of sacking a capital and killing and emperor, and of course his flashy yet effective displays of prowess with a lance at the tournaments had given the young man a larger than life persona. The people made their opinion very clear as they welcomed the young man approaching the ceremonial throne with cheers, flowers, blown kisses, and even a pair of women's undergarments had somehow landed on his mare's saddle. Subtly brushing away the offending item, Jecht continued his ascent towards the ceremonial throne. Upon reaching the base of a small stone staircase that led to the platform that held the seat of power, Jecht graciously dismounted his mare. Nadia came and grabbed the reins of the beautiful creature and lead her away as Jecht took the first step and turned toward the crowd raising his hands and flashing his trademark smile. With no end of the cheers in sight, Jecht turned to continue his ascension. Gallantly walking up the stairs the previous Emperor Ehrich stood at the top of the platform awaiting his young charge to arrive, showing much patience for his playing the crowd. He knew all too well the hardships of ruling, and allowed the younger man to enjoy a rare moment of joy. As Jecht finally reached the top of the platform he turned one final time to the crowd and took a long bow at the waist. He straightened and turned to former Emperor. With a smile, Ehrich took the ceremonial crown, the very one he removed from his own crown just a few days ago at the end of the tournmanet and placed it firmly but gently on Jecht Tideweaver, Emperor of Shattered Vales. As Jecht turned to face the crowd, he saw all present had taken a knee. The guards, the nobles in attendance, the peasants, all. In almost perfect unison, the words rang out "All Hail Emperor Jecht!" | |
| Jecht Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Ehrich Weisz | |
| Duke Ehrich watched the new Emperor ascend the steps to his coronation with no small amount of warmth and optimism, the young Emperor certainly cut the fine figure and campaigned with some promising ideas. Good nature helped make the Duke patient but after fulfilling the role in the ceremony expected of abdicating ruler and royal elector, need forced him to take swift horse to return to his men. His first news for the new Emperor might not be the most positive but he also left copious hand written notes and selected books for recommended reading with the Emperor's trusted steward. | |
| Ehrich Weisz | |
| Letter from Tiberius Paxwax | |
| Emperor Jecht Tideweaver,
Congratulations on your ascension to the Throne! I hope you will lead long and well, just as your predecessor did! Also, I hope that the two of us will continue the long line of friendship between our nations, which I've established with your predecessor. And though we haven't met yet, our families share a strong family tie, which I hope we can further strengthen here together, on this continent. Iron within! Tiberius Paxwax | |
| Tiberius Paxwax | |
| Report from Yxevarii Auru'in | |
| Faithful,
Let us offer our profound congratulations to the newly-minted Emperor Jecht Tideweaver of the Shattered Vales! Beneath Her eye we stand united! New Ruler Elected message to everyone on Beluaterra - 3 hours, 45 minutes ago The realm of Shattered Vales has elected Jecht Tideweaver as its new Emperor. Yxevarii Auru'in | |
| Yxevarii Auru'in | |
| Letter from Eugenica Snodaert | |
| Emperor Jecht,
Congratualtions may the empire Flourish for a thousand years or days at least. Yours, Eugenica Eugenica Snodaert | |
| Eugenica Snodaert | |
| Letter from Aibhlidhn Dubhaine | |
| Congratulations on your coronation Emperor Jecht.
The Vales has always stood as a bastion of humanity on this troubled continent and I've had the pleasure of hunting alongside many of your predecessors. If the darkness of the Nether ever threatens your reign, do not forget your friends in Ar Agyr. Ask and we will march as we did during the Rainbow Invasion. Aibhlidhn Dubhaine | |
| Aibhlidhn Dubhaine | |
(End)
Daizen
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Middle child of the Tideweaver direct line. Inadvertently got caught selling secrets of trade routes to mercenaries. While Daizen was under the impression he was helping his father and swearing he was unaware of the deception, he was banished from the Tideweaver Manor in Ete City. He promptly came to East Continent to find a new home and a way to support his new drinking habit. He landed in Ibladesh city in Perleone where he joined the army and rose to the challenge Vice-Marshal of the Blazing Swords. Perleone was locked in a heated two front conflict with the realms of Yssrgard and Caligus. He lead the army to few victories and many losses. He had little guidance or support from the military command of the realm and built up much frustration from so many losses. After the war with Yssrgard ended in loss and Perleone merged with Vix Tiramora. The ending of the war left a very bitter taste in the young mans mouth. He felt they abandoned their cause, and left Duke Eleran Perfect II to die once the better offer to merge with the realm Vix Tiramora came on the table. It was during this time that Daizen began being plagued with reoccurring dreams that eventually lead him to leave Perleone. After sharing his reoccurring dreams with many and seeking the advice of any who would hear. Daizen came to the conclusion that his fate lied in the city of Kazakh. So he began recruiting nobles to his cause to liberate what was once called the Obsidian Islands as well as the Omsk Peninsula. With Perdan sharing the border of the rouge islands, he departed Perleone and left for Perdan becoming a knight of Perdan City. Perdan had many influential nobles that were very receptive of his goals, surprisingly so. As the new King Smiddich Fontaine rose to the throne, he threw the resources of the kingdom into assisting the founding of a new colony based out of Kazakh lead by Daizen. This colony would become known as Alexandria, his dream turned prophecy fufilled. Vice Marshal of the Blazing Swords |
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The Erupting Tides
| Roleplay from Daizen Tideweaver | |
| The Erupting Tides
Daizen was upon his ship between the waters of Bastad and Chaos Temple. He had wanted to remain within the Temple but as the evidence gathered that the volcano was to blow, he ordered his men to board his ship and part to the sea. There was one problem though. They should have reached Bastad long ago. There were rumblings and rock slides, and while the Temple remained in view, the mountains of Bastad remained out of reach. While the lack of reaching Bastad was concerning, Daizen felt most comfortable upon the sea. He was, after all, building a realm around this very sea. Its frenzied tides did not disturb him or his men. They navigated the waters skillfully. All Tideweavers grew up on the water. They became nobles through international trade routes and Daizen basically grew up on the Sea. Daizen had a magnificent view of the island. And while they still heeded the Imperatrix's orders and made for the mainland, he wasn't sure if they would reach the shore in time. | |
| Daizen Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from World Event | |
| Fiery Geyser
message to everyone in the vicinity of Chaos Temple - 1 hour, 4 minutes ago Within Chaos Temple, those who had not already left now sought shelter, wherever it was nearest. Upon the waters, volcanic bombs struck and killed the ferryman Daizen Tideweaver and the Water Weavers were relying upon. A fiery emission landed upon the ferry, tearing through the sails, burning the rudder before the fire could be put out. Now dependent upon nothing more than the current, the ferry began to drift out to sea. | |
| World Event | |
| Roleplay from Daizen Tideweaver | |
| The Erupting Tides II
A bottle washes up along the shore. Within the bottle contains a letter written in neat noble handwriting: For any who read this, this letter is penned by Daizen Tideweaver. While attempting to return to the mainland safely, the volcano at Chaos Temple erupted. A volcanic bomb killed my ferryman and the rudder is shot. We are difting along the waves. The sky is darkend by black smoke and I am unable to navigate in a single direction as even the stars hide behind this curtain of black. But fear not! My men and I have not lost hope! If it is safe seek us out along the waters. We shall do what is necessary to survive. To make it back to Perdan and the colony, Alexandria. My dreams still burn bright, and the fire in my heart has not yet been extinguished. I shall overcome this tribulation and become stronger for it! I have seen the sky explode into fire and survived its overwhelming wrath. I shall return! Fiery Geyser message to everyone in the vicinity of Chaos Temple - 1 hour, 4 minutes agobe put out. Now dependent upon nothing more than the current, the ferry began to drift out to sea. | |
| Daizen Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Daizen Tideweaver | |
| The Erupting Tides III
It had been over a full day since Daizen and his men had been set adrift. The sky had remained so thick with black smoke that it continued to make any form of navigation through the raging sea impossible. While the sky had remained black as night, the sea was full of life. The many coral reefs emitted an eerie translucence glow in various colors. From a soft blue to a vibrant green. Silhouettes of many shapes and sizes could occasionally be seen darting to and fro. Occasionally there would be a bright streak of red flare through the sky and sometimes even from within the bowels of the watery abyss. The events on the island seemed to be stirring everything within its area of influence into a frenzy. Daizen was determined to see the morrow. His 35 remaining men had grim looks on their faces, many realizing just how dire their situation was. Fortunately, every man on board was a true sailor. Many of these men had been with Daizen since his arrival to the East Continent many moons ago. Having been prepared to siege the walls of Kalmar, his men had been wielding long pole-arms, many of which had been rigged into makeshift paddles by firmly tying broad planks from various damaged parts of the ship to them. They had developed 3 rotations: rowing, resting, and guard duty in groups of 12. Daizen did not exclude himself these duties. Despite his men's insistence that a future ruler, the first royal line of a nation yet unborn, should not lower themselves to the hard labor the fact remained that there were exactly 36 men left upon this vessel. He refused to shy away from his bearing his equal burden. He ate when the 11 men in his rotation ate, he slept when they slept, he rowed when they rowed. His hands blistered and bled like the rest of them. Food and water were plenty as there were still provisions from the journey, but even when those became exhausted there was plenty of scrap wood to distill the salt out of the sea water and every man on this ship knew how to spear fish. While the situation looked grim, it was not impossible. It was coming to the end of a particularly brutal session of rowing. The sea had been choppy and he and his men were constantly fighting against the powerful currents from carrying the ship beyond the reach of salvation. Daizen was shirtless, sweat dripping down and glistening on his toned chest. His arms protested in agony and he continued to row. When his replacement came to relieve him his "oar", Daizen sighed as he rubbed and felt the relief this respite provided. Then he heard it. A cawing. Looking in the direction of the noise, he could barely make out the shape of a dark bird flying towards the vessel. One of the men on guard duty leveled his bow. The men were irritated enough by the seagull infestation they were dealing with on and off. "Air rats" many of his men called them. Daizen waved the man off indicating not to shoot. The raven flew strait for Daizen and landed on his shoulder like it was the most normal thing in the world. Lifting his leg, which has a small piece of parchment attached to it, he seemingly looked Daizen in the eye expectantly and cawed again. If Daizen was not in the situation he was in now, it would have been an odd sight. But oddities were now becoming the norm, so it seemed. He took the parchment from the bird, who then immediately took off. The note read: "Destiny is yours". Daizen smiled, his vigor renewed. Suddenly the there was a loud crash and the ship lurched to one side. He heard an indistinct yell coming from the opposite side of the ship behind the cabin. Had they struck a rock? He grabbed a spear and quickly ran to the other side of the cabin to see one of his men lying unconscious on the deck. He saw nothing along the wooden planks and no cause as to why one of his men were flat on their ass sprawled across the deck. There was a burst of water near the edge of the ship, and large serpentine head emerged from the deep. Its eyes were as large as a melons and its head the size of a plump boar. There was a terrifying hissing noise was coming from is silver scaly maw and not even a second had passed when another head emerged less than a foot to its left, then another to its right. Its middle head locked eyes with the young noble and everything else seemly came to a stop. In this moment in time, all Daizen could do maintain eye contact with the creature of the deep and hear a single shout from somewhere behind him. "HYYYYYYYYYRDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" | |
| Daizen Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Daizen Tideweaver | |
| The Erupting Tides IV
The hydra struck. Its middle head racing towards Daizen in a rapid strike. Daizen jumped to his left and rolled. The serpent's gaping maw striking wooden deck with a loud thunk. Daizen did not have much time to react before having to dive to the side again as its second head struck, then the third. The exhausted man was doing all within his power to keep the sharp fangs from piercing his unprotected torso. Large gouges were made in the deck as the three headed serpent failed to latch on its prey as Daizen jumped and rolled again and again. Daizen was no snake charmer. No, he much preferred playing with clams. But the best way to combat a hydra was to work it against itself. With only 3 heads this was an adolescent hydra at best, and the more he forced the heads to strike, the easier it became for it to lose its equilibrium. But Daizen still had no desire to get struck, even in adolescence the venom of a hydra was a potent thing. As Daizen dove ever closer and the overboard hydra's left, he heard it hissing in frustration as its heads began to dizzy. With spear still in hand, he saw from the corer of his eye as several of his men were approaching from its now blind right side with a massive net. Daizen was breathing hard and sweat was pouring from body, but he could not relent. He had to keep the creatures attention long enough for his men to net the heads. But alas, the physical toll of the rowing and constant jumping and rolling made him pay its price. As the men threw the heavy netting over 2 of the hydras 3 heads Daizen stumbled forward, too close to the edge, and went flying overboard with the third head following. SPLASH! Daizen hit the usually warm salty water. His body arching into a natural diving position from years of being at sea. The hydras free leftmost head followed quickly, and being a natural predator of the sea, latch upon Daizens exposed chest. He felt its fang pierce him deep within his right shoulder. He screamed in pain but only bubbles of precious air came out. Still grasping his spear in his left hand, he gripped the polearm and with the skill of a master spear fisherman thrust barbed serrated tip into the fleshy underbelly of the hydras head. He felt it thrash powerfully in pain. Feeling his body being jerked to and fro throughout the water as it spasmed even slamming him once into the bow of the ship. Daizen began to repeatedly rip the tip of the spear out of the great serpent only to thrust it back in even further, ripping flesh and blood away with each thrust. As man and beast had been struggling beneath the waves, his men on the ship had not been idle. They managed to fully net the beast's torso by spearing it with additional harpoons attached to the netting. They began pulling the beast onto the ship proper. Some of his men had even dove into the sea after their liege to search for him beneath the waves. After what seemed like an eternity of struggling, but had in reality only been about 90 seconds, the head latched to Daizen went limp. He could feel himself being tugged upwards and fought his way to the surface. After emerging from under the waves, he greedily gulped own air. He felt himself being drug up the side of the ship. His injured and bleeding arm stinging as the salt within his wound began to burn and the exposed flesh was scrapped along the rough wooden planks. After he was finally pulled back onto the ship, the now dead hydra splayed across the deck. He was helped to his feet and the hydras jaw pried open and off of Daizen's shoulder. Its fang had pierced him clean through his shoulder leaving a hole about half an inch diameter. As his men bandaged the wound, Daizen looked at the creature. 3 heads, silver scales, probably weighed 2 tonnes. Not a full adult but definitely not a baby, old enough to be on its own so there was no immediate threat of a larger brood hydra nearby. Daizen's legs began to quiver. His men looked at him concern in their eyes. His shoulder patched, poultice on his scrapes, they had done what they could. Daizen just patted his makeshift medic consolingly. He then reached into the maw of the hydra, and broke off the very fang that had pierced him. He was in for a hell of a ride. He would have this fang as his keepsake. Suddenly there was foam at the corner of Daizens mouth. The spasms spread to his arms and his whole body fell to the deck and began to thrash. His pupils dilated as he began seeing the world in bursts of explosive color. After minutes of violent thrashing his body went stiff as he succumbed to the hydras venom. Everything went black. | |
| Daizen Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Oopsy-Daizen | |
| Daizen and his men had been drifting and paddling across the sea for a few hundred miles. Regardless, attempting to row, especially through stormy waters, had worn their energy levels low. Even with the wise leadership of Daizen breaking the work into shifts, ensuring rest, the rest was fitful under the conditions. Little food did not help, though the prospects of meat. Though the source of that meat might cause some to question if Daizen and his men had not started to become delusional after days of rowing under apocalyptic conditions on little food. Still, stranger tales had come from the sea before. Who could be certain what embodied the unknowns even if sailors were known for tall tales?
Daizen's condition was dreadful, but it wasn't the only problem the beast had inflicted upon the ship. Its weight was causing the pitiful ferry to list and take on water. And without Daizen's leadership, infighting was to break out amongst the stressed, poorly-slept about what actions to prioritize. Fortunately, Daizen's captain was able to assert their leadership and keep the situation under control - for now. Setting some men to urgently attend to Daizen while others salvaged food from the beast before pushing it back into the depths, order on board the ferry resumed, and prospects were at least looking hopeful for most, if not Daizen. A Weaver later spots the carcass still floating, at a short distance... | |
| Oopsy-Daizen | |
| Roleplay from Whoopsie-Daizen | |
| One moment all is well. The next moment shrieking screams pierce the air around the ferry. The sound of thrashing. Surrounded by darkness, the sounds feed on fear.
A fin is spotted by the distant carcass. Another shriek pierces the air. Another. Thrashing. Another fin seen. A brush against the leg. Soon, there is a mad scramble for high ground on the ferry. Circling the ferry and nearby carcass, sharks have arrived for a feast. In the chaos, the recently-acquired meat, and several Weavers, have been lost. Several others remain wounded. Morale plummets. | |
| Whoopsie-Daizen | |
| Roleplay from Whoopsie-Daizen | |
| After the terror of the sharks had passed, the Weavers had begun to bicker over the lack of food. Daizen's captain did their best to ration and equitably parcel out the last morsels of foodstuffs preserved on-board, but this was insufficient for some desperate Weavers who soon formed a mutinous faction seeking to take possession of the remaining food.
After a confrontation and much laboured fighting, several Water Weavers lay dead or wounded, and the mutinous faction had taken the food. The corpses were pushed overboard and each faction settled in an opposite quarter of the ferry. Soon, a cry went out as someone spotted a fin and thrashing was heard at a distance. Terror resumed. | |
| Whoopsie-Daizen | |
| Roleplay from Whoopsie-Daizen | |
| Even with the sharks circling and feeding on the corpses, friction remains on-board. In a desperate attempt to regain control of the ferry, Daizen's captain leads the loyalists against the mutineers. But all that is accomplished are more dead and wounded, the very last food lost overboard, and the sharks feeding opportunistically. Losing the last of the food only causes further anger and fighting, until both sides retreat, having wasted precious energy on combat. Each side rapidly deteriorates in well-being.
A few Water Weavers, too tired, hungry, demoralized, and fatigued to resist, slide into the ocean, drowning. The energy to stay aboard the ferry amongst the tossing ocean waves is too much for them. Hunger results in increasing desperation. It isn't much longer, and a few muffled cries later, that no wounded men are left alive, save for Daizen. But bellies are full. | |
| Whoopsie-Daizen | |
| Roleplay from Daizen Tideweaver | |
| The Erupting Tides V
Daizen was plagued with fevered hallucinogenic dreams full of bright vivid colors, many headed snakes, the roaring of lions, a lone rider, and an erupting volcano. For many hours every muscle was seemingly locked in place and Daizen was completely paralyzed. The only indication of life was the slow movement of his chest as he breathed. As the venom ran its course and its paralyzing effects began to wear off, the unconscious noble began to occasionally thrash as his fever dreams ran rampant. Hydra venom was a highly sought after item on the black markets of the worlds various bazaars. It could be used as the base for a powerful tranquilizer or diluted into minuscule doses to yield a hallucinogenic drug. Pure, raw, venom directly into the bloodstream yielded its most potent effects. Luckily for Daizen, the dosage that made it into his bloodstream was small, as the fang that pierced him punctured straight through. However, the amount of venom injected kept him incapacitated in full and he was wholly unaware of all that had transpired upon his now barely floating ferry. The sharks, the starvation, the mutiny, the violence, the ...cannibalism. Soon the thrashing stopped and Daizen's breathing returned to normal levels but still the noble slept. Some time later... Daizen stirred. As his eyes cracked open he was greeted with darkness. He was flat on his back and all he could see was a faint orange glow somewhere to his left. He could faintly smell something cooking and tried to push himself up into a sitting position but a searing pain immediately ran down his right shoulder as it collapsed. He cried out in pain only to be met with a searing dry throat. "W...Water. Water" he rasped. His men jumped at the unexpected stirring of their lord. His captain, Leinhart grabbed a bowl shaped object and rushed over to his liege. "Drink m'lord." said the captain as he tipped the helm filled with distilled sea water. As the first drops reached Daizen's throat he coughed and sputtered. It took some time, but eventually he quenched his thirst. Leinhart helping him to sit up and lean against what little bit of cabin that was left. With it being so dark, Daizen could not yet tell how dire the situation they were in was. "How long was I out Leinhart?" asked Daizen, his voice still raspy. "Hard to say m'lord, it seems time has been passing differently with no sun in the sky. Total darkness reached us some time ago" replied the captian. Daizen's stomach growled loudly. With his head clearing, his thirst quenched, Daizen became aware of how hungry he truly was. "Is there any food ready? I am quite famished from my ...struggles" Daizen asked. He could not see the look that crossed the mans face. The tiny fire that was burning was not meant for light, but rather distilling water and cooking. It was very controlled, to ensure it did not spread to the ship. "Of course" responded the captain quietly. He quickly left Daizen's side and returned shortly, pressing a slightly warm hunk of meat into his lieges hand. Daizen bit into the meat and began to chew. He wasn't sure what kind of meat this was but assumed it had been something his men had fished up from the sea. "This is different. Tough. Kinda greasy. Is this from the hydra? I can't say I've ever had the pleasure of eating hydra" asked Daizen, as he began eating with gusto. His appetite returned in full. "Not exactly, m'lord" said Leinhart flatly. Daizen noticed his change in tone. He stopped chewing. "Leinhart. What am I eating?" Daizen said in a commanding tone. Silence. "Leinhart!" "Chadwick. That was ...Chadwick." said the captain softly. The face of the man who had been Daizen's rowing relief flashed inside his head. As Daizen realized what he had just eaten, he immediately leaned to his side and began violently retching. He was so dehydrated that what little bit of water he had consumed was not enough to make what he had just swallowed come back up easily. He felt the small chunks of flesh work their way up his throat accompanied by a thick burning bile. Daizen continued to retch as Leinhart pounded him on the back. He felt dirty, unclean, and kept retching to expel the foul flesh from within him. As he continued his fit of sickness, he passed out and the darkness reclaimed him. | |
| Daizen Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Daizen Tideweaver | |
| The Erupting Tides VI
Daizen awoke sometime later. His head was throbbing. "Water." Daizen whispered. Leinhart brought the helm they were using as a makeshift water bowl. The distilling of the sea water was a slow and tedious process. To keep the 8 remaining men on board of what was now just a mass of floating wood hydrated, it constantly required someone overseeing the boiling of the sea water. Daizen drank. This time it went down smoother. He had not been unconscious long. He quickly drained the bowl for what water it had. After taking a minute or so to clear his head and collect his thoughts he moved to sit up. He felt stronger but his shoulder still ached. Seeing him struggle, his captain once again helped his sit up straight. The darkness was intimidating. If it wasn't for the faint glow the embers and small flame from the cooking fire Daizen would have thought he went blind. "Leinhart. You have been with me for a long time. Since I was cast away from Ete City by my father. I have come to trust you implicitly and yet I feel like you violated that trust when you had me consume..." Daizen trailed off. Leinhart just sat next to him quietly. The older man saying nothing. "Why. Why Leinhart. Tell me. Tell me what has happened and why it came to that" Daizen commanded in a raspy voice. Leinhart obliged. He told him how the ship took on water, how sharks began to plague them, how they ran out of food, about the mutiny and his attempt to put them down. All while he was battling the hydra venom. Daizen's heart shattered. His men had all been sailors true, had been with him sailing the seas of Kalmar, preparing for the siege, hell most of them had been with him since his battles in Perleone. That they would turn on each other in such extreme measures was a lot for the young noble to take. If only he hadn't been bitten by the damn Hydra maybe he could have stopped it from happening. He could have kept his men as a cohesive unit and not have resorted to ...this. "You have given me a lot to think about Leinhart. I suppose I can see your line of thinking though it is a lot to ...swallow." Daizen said. He began getting lost in his own thoughts. His men were skilled fishermen, but wouldn't have been able to fish with sharks. Shark meat was often tainted with poison and not safe for consumption. Killing sharks would have only attracted more. The unreliable remains of the ferry taking on water, the stress of the situation. It was a lot of process. Too much. Daizen needed to shove this aside and move forward if they were to survive. He could come back later and dwell on the things of the past. "Leinhart. How many men do we have left? What is our current situation" Daizen asked. The captain began, relief in his voice "Not counting you and I, there are 6 others who remain. We have 4 remaining makeshift oars, 3 spears, and a few small blades. Our space is small enough that though you cannot see them in the darkness, they can all hear our every word. Out of respect they have remained silent. None of us are happy with what we had to do. But we're alive. While we can no longer sea what is in the waters around us, we often hear noises coming from under the waves. Occasionally we will fill something bump but we try not to think on it. We have plenty of scrap wood to maintain our small fire on top of a buckler we found. We are constantly making clean water but its slow. And we have enough ...food, for a few days. Enough ...cooked, that it will spoil before we ...consume it all. Daizen gritted his teeth. He was weak. He needed succor. "Destiny is yours." That is what was on the note. He couldn't allow conscious get in the way of his survival. He needed to eat. He needed strength. He needed to motivate what few men he had left and work together if they were ever to see the light of day again. "Bring me some ...food. Make sure the men have gotten enough rest. Once my strength returns, we shall once again begin to row." said Daizen. With grit and determination in his voice. | |
| Daizen Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Whoopsie-Daizen | |
| Large, ominous birds circled above the ferry. Or was that their imagination? One was never certain anymore.
What was certain was that some Weavers had overstuffed themselves upon human flesh when they were starving. They now felt sick and were puking over the side of the raft, amidst the dark. Or on the raft when thrashing was heard in the water. The sailors felt seasick in a way they never had before. Daizen, having consumed food with more temperance, did not suffer so. | |
| Whoopsie-Daizen | |
| Roleplay from Whoopsie-Daizen | |
| The sound of thrashing is different this time. A sailor attempts to investigate, but slips on the vomit, sliding into the ocean, never to be seen again. But soon the thrashing is obvious as the ferry crashes upon rocks. Breaking apart, everyone is forced to swim for survival. Yet the chaos of tossing wave, knocks Daizen and his captain unconscious... | |
| Whoopsie-Daizen | |
| Roleplay from World Event Good Tidings | |
| New ferry routes are establishing themselves, but also harbour captains now claim they will finally take on passengers for sailing around the continent, after promising this for years. But who would believe those old crusty bastards?
In isolated hamlets across the northeast, elves, now able to see themselves more clearly for the first time in days, feel a bit shorter, not quite seeing the tops of humans' heads the same as before the Darkness. Looking at their reflection in a mirror, observe their ears have become rounded. Attempts to speak any but the most basic elven words result in formerly-elf humans stumbling across their words, no longer able to pronounce the language intelligibly. Soon it is realized that whatever inexplicable events have occurred, elves are no more. Only human nobility remain upon the continent. The elven legacy is memorialized by the Elvenhome Sea, where new islands have risen to accompany Skezard, which itself has been abandoned to the wildlands. While summer does remain in effect, astromancers warn that only 21 days remain before a period of decay arrives. Upon Marinen's shores, Daizen and his small remaining band of Water Weavers wash ashore, coughing water out of their lungs, lucky to have survived, but having lost a few more men in the last calamities. It appears a tsunami, volcano, and numerous earthquakes are responsible for everything, but you shrug these heretic ramblings off, as it is obvious that the gods caused it, not some unexpected natural disasters. | |
| World Event Good Tidings | |
| Roleplay from Daizen Tideweaver | |
| The Erupting Tides VII
With new vigor Daizen's remaining men paddled. With their lords reawakening and the desperate act they had all done to stay alive there was a certain level of solidarity between the remaining 8 men on what little remained of the ferry. At this point, the men were drifting along the oceans on a glorified piece of driftwood. Then his men started getting sick. Naturally, Daizen picked up a makeshift paddle and and did what he could. Despite the protests of his injured shoulder. The waters began to get rough. Daizen swore he saw shadows of something large flying over him but the darkness made it neigh impossible to see. Splashing could be heard and he lost another man trying to see what it was. The waters continued to thrash and buckle. When suddenly the ferry smashed into some rocks throwing Daizen and all of his men into the raging, turbulent sea. Daizen struggled against the thrashing tides. He was an excellent swimmer but between his injured shoulder and his lack of proper nutrition, he was far from being able to utilize his full capabilities. Daizen struggled as much as he could before he finally succumbed to the chaotic waves and was left at their mercy. Daizen awoke some time later being roughly shaken by his captain, Leinhart. "Lord Daizen! Lord Daizen! Wake my lord something wonderful has happened!" shouted the captain in a raspy voice. Daizen began coughing violently. The sea water clearing from his lungs and he breathed deeply. As he cracked his eyes the first thing he noticed was light. LIGHT! Glorious sunshine had returned to the land. He bolted upright once again feeling the pang of pain shoot through his right arm. He immediately felt a bit woozy but shook his head to shake the feeling. He found himself on the beach of a port city. A city he had never known of before. Looking around, he could only see himself, his captain, and only three other men. "Come Leinhart, lets get them up. Lets get into the city and get some proper food and rest" said Daizen. The captain obliged and the battered men walked towards the city... After a day had passed Daizen had learned much. He was able to send riders out to reconnect with the rest of the Perdan. Within hours he was bombarded with the news of all that had taken place while he was castaway as couriers learned of the returned Knights new location. After addressing the most immediate matters cartographers were sent out to map the new lands. Daizen learned this new undiscovered city was called Marinen. And no noble from the East Continent had ever stepped foot in it before. He was the first. They were bound to no liege and no realm. Just a city of peasants managed by a small city council picked from the more influential merchants. Daizen requested an audience with the council. Daizen stood before the smattering of merchants and smiled. "Greetings merchant lords of Marinen. I am Daizen Tideweaver. While we do not know each other yet. We shall soon be very familiar." He paused for emphasis before declaring in a commanding voice: "I formerly claim this city, and the entire delta behind what is now being called the Kalmar river, in the name of Alexandria!" There was a burst of noise as chaos erupted. Some of the assembled council looked thoughtful, others outraged. Daizen just smiled. He had survived far worse than what these upset petty merchant lords could muster. From his original 36 men under his command, only 4 and himself had survived the ordeal. The eruption. The hyrda. The mutiny. The necessary cannibalism. The unforgiving sea. They had paid a hefty price. But they had survived. Now gripping his prized hydra fang ...Destiny is his. (end) | |
| Daizen Tideweaver | |
Creation of Alexandria
Coming Soon.
Travesty
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Travesty is the youngest of the Tideweaver direct line. Wishing to explore the world like her elder brothers, Travesty left the Tideweaver Manor in Ete City on one of the frequent trade routes to Gelene City in Westgard. Upon her arrival she began assisting in the purging of various monsters and undead hordes and assisting the realm in reclaiming its lost territories. She was elected as the High Adjudicator of Westgard shortly after her arrival. She was appointed the Margravine of Aquitain shortly after that. She was made the Marshal of the Sun Swords and tasked with expanding into the lush rural regions north of Westgard and defending the north western borders of the realm. On July 21st, 2020 Trafvesty founded the Coven of the Hidden God and put down her sword to take the cloth. She is currently a priestess who is focusing on the expansion of the Coven of the Hidden God conducting expeditions to recover ancient relics of power. Marshal of the Sun Swords April 2020-Present |
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Coven of the Hidden God
| Roleplay from Travesty Tideweaver | |
| Nobles of Westgard!
Rejoice! I have decided to take up the cloth in the name of a deity of whom I wish to bring to prominence. The hidden god. How did I come to this conclusion? Allow me to explain: Some time ago a young commoner woman named Veronika sent a letter to my estate saying she had come across a tome of a power. Naturally interested, I sent a courier to retrieve the text for a fair amount of coin and a recommendation for providing me with this potentially valuable text. The text proved far more valuable than I could have imagined. The tome is called the Illuminated Codex, and it is a fascinating book filled with histories of long lost relics of old, scrolls of power, long forgotten knowledge, and hidden secrets all throughout the continent. Between my marches, marshaling, and courts I have been consuming the tome. Yet, it never seems to end. Every time I open the book it is changed. The topics different yet I can still find what I seek if I look. It is a fascinating thing. All of these things can be brought to light and used against the daimon scourge as the deity the Illuminated Codex only refers to as the hidden god gains favor among the peoples of Dwilight once again. The Coven of the Hidden God recognizes the god of hidden and forbidden knowledge and seeks to augment his ever dimming power. For the last few centuries the hidden god's power has been waning, having been degraded and labeled as a "pagan" god by the most recent settlers of the continent. However, the hidden god now has a champion to see him rise to prominence once again. The hidden god does not favor worship and sacrifices as many other recognized gods in these lands do. Instead, he values knowledge and followers who thirst for it. Daimons have a long history of hate towards the hidden god for he is the keeper of many secrets including the locations of scrolls and unique items that would cause them harm. The tome clearly states in many different ways that the hidden god encourages his followers to seek knowledge and wisdom. He wishes his followers to stockpile their discoveries and wield them as weapons against the Daimons. The Illuminated Codex and the teachings of the hidden god ring with all that we in Westgard stand for. Join me my fellows, for those whom lack faith or whose faith has failed them. The Coven welcomes you. The hidden god has no qualms with other existing deities with the exception of daimons. Noble or commoner alike are welcome within the coven as we seek out the hidden secrets of the world! I shall do all within my power to bring the hidden god into prominence and bring about blessings of hidden knowledge and lost power to not only Westgard but to any who seek these things! The tide overflows, Travesty Tideweaver Dame of Aquitain Priestess of Coven of the Hidden God | |
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Seifer
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Marshal of the Phoenix Legion. Has a hatred for Outer Tilog that runs deep. Hates Johannes for his betrayal of flipping his home city of Alebad from Halcyon to Outer Tilog. Wants to tame elephants and ride them into battle. Gave up his Blessed Suit to Gothica after losing the war due to Johannes' betrayal. Has a grudge against Gothica for a war lost that was never fought on equal terms. Found the White Shield while traveling between Bode Baturra and Alebad city. Marshal of the Phoenix Legion April 2020-Present |
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Marshal of the Phoenix Legion
Noteable battles:
Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on Colonies Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Bode Batura: Outer Tilog vs. Halcyon, Oritolon Estimated strengths: 570 men vs. 910 men The Band of Ghouls, Fiends and Abominations (Outer Tilog), sponsored by Duke Vladamire Abjur, were led into battle by Marshal Harbinger Schwarzherzig. The Royal Army of Oritolon (Oritolon), sponsored by Royal Fiduciary Gaenv ap Gaenvan, were led into battle by Marshal Ash Ketchum. The Phoenix Legion (Halcyon), sponsored by Executive Financier Caravanthian Arylon, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Seifer Tideweaver. Whip Master Isidro de Zueww is spotted reading from the Cruel Volume. Duke Ash Ketchum is spotted wearing the Doomed Veil. Duke Garm Tanngrisnir Crownguard is spotted wielding the Holy Cane. Whip Master Isidro de Zueww is spotted wearing the Glowing Oil. Duke Vladamire Abjur is spotted wielding the Brutal Rod.
Defender Victory!
Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on Colonies - 7 days, 21 hours, 30 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Alebad: (rogue), Halcyon, Oritolon vs. Outer Tilog Estimated strengths: 1750 men vs. 710 men The Phoenix Legion (Halcyon), sponsored by Executive Financier Caravanthian Arylon, were led into battle by Marshal Seifer Tideweaver. Executive Financier Caravanthian Arylon is spotted wearing the Mysterious Ring. Knight Oiron Camlann is spotted wearing the Brilliant Jacket.
Attacker Victory!
Talless
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Went to South Island to find Alexander only to discover he had died. Elected ruler of a dying Ikalak. Appointed self Duchess of the Final Order so she could piece together what was left of the realm. She has since been able to work with an influx of new nobles, known families that support Ikalak, as well as the few remaining nobles when she arrived to pull Ikalak out of its death throws. She found a journal that documented her baby brother's decent into madness. And while she has the utmost honor, the events that lead Alexander to Ikalak and his time there have filled her with a burning hatred that can only be satiated in blood. Beppo Blessed High Priestess (ruler) 6/23/2020-8/20/20 |
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Descent of the Harbinger
| Roleplay from Travesty Tideweaver | |
| Talless had been holed up high in a tower within Toren Stronghold. It is where she normally brooded pouring over a text that none in the realm had ever seen. It was a small, leather bound journal. It was Alexanders. The journal was an excruciatingly detailed record of his descent into madness, penned by his own hand. She had been too late. She had failed to save him. She hated herself for letting him leave. She hated the men that turned him into a monster. She hated her father for sending him away. She hated the invaders in yellow and red. She hated the one that killed him. She hated that she was forced to work with his killer because she was a Queen. She hated and she hated and she just .....hated. The all consuming hatred had been building and burned brightly within her.
How many times had tears ran down her cheeks in this very room as she combed this journals pages? No more. No more pity. No more sorrow. She only had her honor, and her hate. Alexander would not die in vain. "Call all who are within the stronghold together. It is time." she sharply ordered her chamber maiden who immediately ran off to fulfill her mistress's wishes. After the nobles were gathered in Toren's expansive courtyard, Talless ascended a protruding stone balcony and began in a voice for all to hear. "Nobles, Soldiers, and Peasants of Ikalak alike! Today is a new day and today's Ikalak is not the Ikalak of old. We have looked extinction in the eye and told it no. We have deprived deaths bone white fingers from whisking us away to the nether. Though this came at a very high cost. Many of us," she continued as her voice broke "lost loved ones as we struggled to ensure each breath was not our last. And while we lost many, we did not perish. The Beppo has tested our faith to the breaking point and WE DID NOT BREAK!" Cheers came from the crowd as he bellowed this last line. After the cheers had calmed, Talless continued. "With a new Ikalak comes a new resolve! She shall recover what is ours and more. It is now time to cast aside the the old grim outlook of defeat at look to the future!" With a flourish, two servants unfurled a massive banner with a phoenix emblazoned on a shield of white. After many oooohs and awwws from the crowd, the ruler continued. "Henceforth! This shall be our new battle standard. No more shall we refer to Lord Zlatan as the Pincher of Pennies! But rather the Lord of Tax and Terror. He shall ensure that masses have the correct level of fear to prevent any failures to deliver proper taxes. No more shall Lady Clara be called the Head Instigator and Flogger, but rather the Lady of Flogging and Flaying. I have no doubts she shall ensure the quick gathering of information of our captured enemies. No more shall our newly appointed general Clemence be known as the Lady of Offense and Capture, but rather the Lady of Combat and Capture. Her duties to fight to capture not only what is ours, but sufficient sacrifices for the Beppo! As for me. I am no priestess. But for the Beppo? I shall be his Harbinger." As the speech ended the crowd roared once again. Hats and random debris were thrown into the air as food was brought out beginning an impromptu feast. As the Harbinger descended the platform, she was escorted back into the stronghold only to disappear again. | |
| Travesty Tideweaver | |
| Roleplay from Travesty Tideweaver | |
| As the Lady of Combat and Capture gave the orders and the men prepared for departure. Talless once again ascended her balcony over the courtyard.
"Nobles of Ikalak. For the upcoming battle I have decided to take a leaf from my late brothers book." She motioned and two servants brought forward two bound Sandalak soldiers. Captured from the previous battle in the Cave. "I am sure we all wish for Mors to return to his cave, where his pantless figure cuts less of an image in Toren. To ensure we have victory on the morrow. I must present the Beppo with a proper offering." With a swift motion Talless draws a dagger then runs the blade across the first mans throat. Hearing the screams that quickly became a non-distinct gurgling the second Sandalak soldier began to panic. His struggle was short lived however as Talless drew her bloodied blade across the second mans throat as well. "As Harbinger of the Beppo, I hereby declare we she shall bring the full wrath of the Beppo down upon the filth within our Cave." Raising her bloodied dagger high in the air she heard the screams of approval from the crowd. The limp bodies of the now dead men in yellow thrown over the balcony with a sickening thud. | |
| Travesty Tideweaver | |
Alexander (Dead)
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Youngest of the Tideweavers indirect line. Huge man. Sent on guard duty as a teen. Abducted and tortured by pirates causing mental illness. Lord of Capture and Offense of Ikalak until heroic death on Toren Stronghold's walls.
Lord of Offense and Capture 06/01/2020-06/17/2020 |
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Noteable Battles
Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on South Island - 2 days, 12 hours, 28 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Lesthem: Ikalak vs. Taselak Estimated strengths: 730 men vs. 570 men The Collectors (Ikalak), sponsored by Duke Zlatan Mersault, were led into battle by Marshal Ferox Sarracenia. The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Sepia Snodaert. Erennius Marlior, Knight of Taselak was seriously wounded by Ferox Sarracenia's unit. Nanaya Nemain Nuanet, Dame of Ikalak was seriously wounded by Gildas Camlann's unit.
Defender Victory!
Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on South Island - 2 days, 21 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Lesthem: Ikalak vs. Taselak Estimated strengths: 590 men vs. 380 men The Collectors (Ikalak), sponsored by Duke Zlatan Mersault, were led into battle by Marshal Ferox Sarracenia. The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Sepia Snodaert. Joselyn Hensley, Shield of Taselak, Royal of Taselak, Duchess of Taselak was seriously wounded by Alexander Tideweaver's unit.
Defender Victory!
Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on South Island - 1 day, 12 hours, 30 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Lesthem: Ikalak vs. Taselak Estimated strengths: 430 men vs. 440 men The Collectors (Ikalak), sponsored by Duke Zlatan Mersault, were led into battle by Marshal Ferox Sarracenia. The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Sepia Snodaert.
Defender Victory!
Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on South Island - 12 hours, 25 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Lesthem: Ikalak vs. Taselak Estimated strengths: 370 men vs. 560 men The Collectors (Ikalak), sponsored by Duke Zlatan Mersault, were led into battle by Marshal Ferox Sarracenia. The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Sepia Snodaert.
Defender Victory!
Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on South Island - 29 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Lesthem: Ikalak vs. Taselak Estimated strengths: 270 men vs. 430 men The Collectors (Ikalak), sponsored by Duke Zlatan Mersault, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Alexander Tideweaver. The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Vice-Marshal Sepia Snodaert.
Attacker Victory!
Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on South Island - 2 days, 11 hours, 18 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Toren Stronghold: Sandalak vs. Ikalak Estimated strengths: 1050 men vs. 1660 men The Northern Collection Army (Ikalak), sponsored by Head Instigator and Flogger Sora Guile, were led into battle by Marshal Alexander Tideweaver. The Bards (Sandalak), sponsored by The one with the biggest lute Manfried Von Lunkhofen, were led into battle by Marshal Carac Hawk. Thomas Marak, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Torban deLacy's unit. Sir Myles Bootstrap, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Jaan Finch's unit. The heroine Katayanna Dragul, Dame of Toren Stronghold was killed by Jaan Finch's unit. The hero Angus Wilde, Senator of Bieth was killed by Topsfield Cavendish's unit. Ferox Sarracenia, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Hector Gary's unit. Sir Myles Bootstrap, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Carac Hawk's unit. Djuel Nabarl, Duchess of Toren was seriously wounded by Carac Hawk's unit. The hero Zedong de Medici, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Meriander Aurelle's unit.
Defender Victory!
Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on South Island - 1 day, 23 hours, 16 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Toren Stronghold: Sandalak vs. Ikalak Estimated strengths: 630 men vs. 1080 men The Northern Collection Army (Ikalak), sponsored by Head Instigator and Flogger Sora Guile, were led into battle by Marshal Alexander Tideweaver. The Bards (Sandalak), sponsored by The one with the biggest lute Manfried Von Lunkhofen, were led into battle by Marshal Carac Hawk.
Defender Victory!
Death of Alexander
June 16 2020
| Roleplay from Alexander Tideweaver | |
| Ikalaks Lord of Offense and Capture had been steadily busy along the walls. Torches burning bright as his men tarried upon the work set before them. Dawn would break soon. The reports of Taselak forces had reached him long ago. He knew they would come. They have long been feeding off the scraps Sandalak has left for them.
Alexander smiled. He had a welcoming gift for fruit blooded lap dogs. A twisted gift that would surely please the Beppo. Dozens of peasants and captured soldiers lined the western walls of Toren Stronghold. This was the the side of Toren Taselak would first see, and Alexander wanted his message to the Tassies to be clear. Each captive had their hands bound behind their backs and were forced to their knees with their heads dangling over the rampart. The heads gave the stronghold a sick writhing weeping crown of living flesh. The captives moaned and ocassionally screamed in fear. Since their abduction from Falens during Ikalaks last campaign they had been beaten, starved and had random patches of flesh flayed from their living bodies. They just wanted the nightmare to be over. Lord Alexander would soon grant them their wish. Once all the peasants and captive soldiers were in place, Alexander took his place at the center of the wall. He was a towering man, with a massive two handed claymore strapped along his back. Directly behind him was a gigantic pile of various scraps of wood from homes damaged in the recent battles. Alexander raised his hand. Four knights rushed to the base of the scrap and raised their torches. When their Lord's hand swiftly came down they set the scrap ablaze creating a roaring bonfire behind their general that could be seen for miles. "TASELAK!" boomed Alexander "Welcome to Toren. The Beppo craves your fruity flesh once more and has seen to provide me with much to collect! For this gift I thank you! But we would be poor hosts if we did not grant you a preview of what awaits you within these walls." There was a long pause. Alexander unstrapped his massive blade and looked down on it lovingly. The gore stained blade was still wet from a recent flying. "...Allow me to oblige." With a swift motion Alexander brought the blade down upon the first peasants neck severing her head in one fluid motion. Her long hair flailing in the breeze as her decapitated head fell to the base of the stronghold. Blood began gushing down the walls painting them a bright sticky red. The remaining Taselak captives on the wall began to scream, moan, panic, thrash against their bonds, and cry out for anyone to save them. Alas no one did. The Lord of Offense and Capture systematically decapitated each one. Dozens of Taselak heads now lied at the base of Toren Stronghold. Dozens of bloody streaks now crowned her. "Almighty Beppo! May this meager sacrifice be only the beginning of the feast of Taselak blood you shall soon enjoy! May it garner your favor that I may bring you much more of the fruity flesh to engorge upon!" screamed Alexander maniacally. "Now Ikalak! To me! On the walls, all of you! Let us receive our guests properly!" | |
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Huge Battle Fought message to everyone on South Island - 7 minutes ago Rumours spread and tales are sung about a huge battle in Toren Stronghold: Taselak vs. Ikalak Estimated strengths: 1090 men vs. 1260 men The Northern Collection Army (Ikalak), sponsored by Head Instigator and Flogger Sora Guile, were led into battle by Marshal Alexander Tideweaver. The Hammer of Taselak (Taselak), sponsored by Royal Rev Greer, were led into battle by Marshal Sepia Snodaert. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. Erennius Marlior, Margrave of Hartfort was seriously wounded by a militia unit of Ikalak. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Erennius Marlior's unit. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. The hero Alexander Tideweaver, Lord of Offense and Capture of Ikalak, Senator of Dakan, Marshal of the Northern Collection Army was killed by Joselyn Hensley's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. Elizabeth Rose, Dame of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Kulvax Poe's unit. Noah Lawson, Count of Jerelin was seriously wounded by a militia unit of Ikalak. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was killed by Noah Lawson's unit. Noah Lawson, Count of Jerelin was seriously wounded by Crostata de' Macachi's unit. Sir Myles Bootstrap, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Erennius Marlior's unit. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Noah Lawson's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Iris Ketchum's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Iris Ketchum's unit. Lady Clara Stormreaver, Dame of Berakor was seriously wounded by Iris Ketchum's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Noah Lawson's unit. Zlatan Mersault, Pincher of Pennies of Ikalak, Duke of Ikalak was seriously wounded by Giddithous von Hammersmark's unit. The hero Kulvax Poe, Knight of Taselak was killed by a militia unit of Ikalak. Lady Clara Stormreaver, Dame of Berakor was seriously wounded by Joselyn Hensley's unit. Sir Myles Bootstrap, Knight of Toren Stronghold was seriously wounded by Erennius Marlior's unit. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Erennius Marlior's unit. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit. The heroine Sora Guile, Head Instigator and Flogger of Ikalak, Governor of Toren Stronghold was killed by Ashe Tempest's unit. Zlatan Mersault, Pincher of Pennies of Ikalak, Duke of Ikalak was seriously wounded by Bren DeGrey's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Erennius Marlior's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit. Velish Vilanova, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Ashe Tempest's unit. Crostata de' Macachi, Noble of Ikalak was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit. Amaris Hall, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Giddithous von Hammersmark's unit. Bryce Moore, Knight of Toren Stronghold was killed by Bren DeGrey's unit.
Defender Victory!
| Roleplay from Joselyn Hensley | |
| (OOC: Follows some RP between me and the player of Alexander Tideweaver who was killed by Joselyn in the first battle of Toren Stronghold. This first section was written by me)
He was shouting something incomprehensible, only the odd word coming through due to the distance, but Joselyn couldn’t have heard him over the pounding in her ears. Then, the screams began. Joselyn had never given much of a sht about anyone or anything. Oh, she loved her family and had friends she was fond of, but mostly, she cared about Joselyn. She had come here to the back end of nowhere because the opportunities to advance and have fun were endless. She’d become Queen because of course she did; she was the best and the most beautiful and the most fun and she deserved to be adored. She’d been told so since she was a child and she believed it to her core. But those were her people. She hadn’t known that they were her people, hadn’t cared, until right this minute. And that frothing bastard was slaughtering them like sheep for his disgusting excuse for a god . “Start firing, damn you,” she commanded, sweeping her arm towards the ramparts, “Aim for that bastard up there.” ______________________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________ They had been too far to strike the Beast on the walls, but once the walls were breached, Joselyn had pushed her forces ever closer despite the efforts of her command staff to keep her back, searching for his tall height above the rest. In the end, he saw her banner before she saw his. The Beast was the General of Ikalak, the Lord of Offense and Capture and he was headed right for the Queen of Taselak. | |
| Joselyn Hensley | |
| Roleplay from Joselyn Hensley | |
| (OOC: This piece is by the Player of Alexander Tideweaver)
Alexander was in the first atrium of Toren. The Taselak siege engines had finally broken down the citadel and left a gaping hole in the western wall. Taselak soldiers had begun flooding inside the stronghold. The large burly man was in a frenzy. Where his claymore fell, so did it claim the life of another Taselak soldier. Blood gushed from above his left eye where an arrow had nearly claimed his sight. This was not his only wound, no. He had engaged bannerman after bannerman suffering a spear puncture here, a fractured finger there. But it did not matter. It was not enough to stop the man from rampaging amidst the invading forces. He had just finished a particularly stocky swordsman by cleaving through his left thigh when he spotted it: the banner of the Shield of Taselak. Ruler of the lovers of fruit. A sudden surge of willpower flooded Alexander’s being. He would reap royal flesh for his Beppo this day. "To me men! Shields up we charge the Shield's men!" roared the massive man. His knights charged. Just as they began to rush Shield Joselyn's men Alexander heard the command to let the arrows fly. His men threw themselves in front of Alexander to protect him. Arrows pierced them and filled them like pincushions. They had saved their lord the worst of it and went on to greet their Beppo. The tall man took an arrow to his right shoulder, yet he continued to push on, his few remaining knights charging alongside him. Again they took a volley; again more of his men fell. But this was it: an opportunity to strike Taselak at its heart, and Alexander would not yield. As Alexander finally reached melee range of her archers, Joselyn turned her attention to the threat. She immediately recognized the towering man that commanded the Ikalak army. The same man who had executed dozens of innocent lives at the top of the walls just hours ago. Anger and disgust flushed her face. She instinctively drew her sword. They locked eyes. Their knights clashed. A look of murderous rage plastered itself across Alexander’s face while Joselyn took on a look of steely determination. They sized each other up and for a brief moment the world seemed to stand still... He charged. His massive claymore aimed to skewer her. She deftly side stepped to the right and knocked the blade away with the shield on her left arm. She countered with a sweeping arc from the blade in her right only to have it deflected by the massive gauntlet covering his left arm. He slashed up and left forcing her to jump back. He had far more reach and power with his monstrous claymore but his movements were slow, almost clumsy. She rushed him. She had to get inside his long range if she was going to hurt him and he had over reached on his counter swing. She got close and struck, just as she felt her blade begin to connect she felt the man's boot place itself firmly in her abdomen and attempt to kick her away. But it was sloppy. It knocked him off balance and did not have the power to fully serve its purpose. It left them both in an awkward position that they immediately corrected. Then they clashed again. His claymore met her shield. Her sword met his gauntlet. A kick here. A slash there. The Lord of Offense and Capture relied on his adrenaline and strength to carry him through the duel but his reactions were slow and his attacks sloppy. Joselyn had kept her cool and patiently awaited the man to make his inevitable mistake of giving her the window she needed to end this. And he did. With one particularly powerful cleave of his claymore, Alexander over extended exposing his left side to Joselyn who quickly capitalized on his error by smashing her shield directly into the left side of his left knee. The tall man fell to his knees. She quickly disarmed him and kicked his claymore away. He went to stand and collapsed back on his knees after attempting to put weight on his now shattered left knee. Joselyn pointed her blade directly to his neck. He laughed. | |
| Joselyn Hensley | |
| Roleplay from Joselyn Hensley | |
| (OOC: Last piece by both of us)
Joselyn had never before fought with such clarity, with her life so truly on the line. And she was out-matched from the beginning. As tall as she was, he towered a good eight or ten inches above her and he must have outweighed her by ten stone. Her only advantage was in speed—and not that much, he was light on his feet for such a big man. But, she remembered. She remembered all of Gryffyn’s training; she remembered the endless hours of sword drills and dances that consumed her youth. And, she let it flow through her, let her body take control and move: block the slashes, dodge the kicks, find the openings. Her mind felt detached, watching the fight calmly… There. The smash, the fall… Detachment left her. She could smell her own sweat mixed with the charnel odour that pervaded the Stronghold. She could taste blood. The giant was on his knees before her, beneath her height at last, her sword at his throat. She could hear the clanks and screams around her, but at a distance, the whole of the world was just her and the General. "Claim your prize then." He grunted. Tears from the pain flowing down his dirtier, bloodied face "Today, I am reunited with the Beppo". At the name of his god Joselyn’s face twisted, “I hope he spends an eternity picking the flesh from your bones,” she sneered and pushed the point of her weapon into his throat with both hands. The steel was sharp and double edged and slid easily until the tip reached his spine. Blood gurgled unpleasantly from around the blade, but she hadn’t yet cut the major blood channels. For just a moment she thought what it would be like to watch him die slowly, bleeding his life away, skewered like a chunk of pineapple at a party. The she jerked her sword sharply to the right and ripped out the side of his neck sending his life force spraying freely. A look of uncertainty briefly flashed in his eyes before light left them. Joselyn staggered and almost fell before Captain Hildagarde grasped her firmly by the arm and began tugging her away from the body. “Your Majesty, they’ve sounded the retreat. We’re regrouping for the second assault,” firm pulling, an encircling move by the men and women of her troop and The Queen of Taselak allowed herself to be shepherded back to camp. She should be celebrating. She was sure she would later, but for now as the adrenaline left her she felt oddly like weeping. | |
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Adventurers
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Siren Song
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Songs of the Siren
The Songs of the Siren can be read here: Songs of Siren Song
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Unique Items
Held Items
- Swift Lance by Jecht
- Giggling Buckler of the Sun by Jecht
- Illuminated Codex by Travesty
- Glowing Ring of Autumn by Daizen
- Cursed Nightblade of Oligarch by Siren Song
- Ancient Band of Zedd by Siren Song
- Cruel Ring by Vivi
- Ducal Mace by Axel
Discovered Items
- Cursed Nightblade of Oligarch by Siren Song
- Ancient Band of Zedd by Siren Song
- Cruel Ring by Vivi
- Bizarre Helmet of Spring by Vivi
- White Shield by Siefer
- Ducal Mace by Axel
Lost Items
- White Shield by Seifer
- Blessed Suit by Seifer
Traded Items
- Astonishing Manual by Vivi
- Bizarre Helmet of Spring by Vivi
Fame
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