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Rules of the RP

OOC-So that everyone is on the same page, I'm gonna explain the rules quickly.

1: No magic or technology they didnt have at the time (although this can be altered a tiny bit)
2: Have fun
by that I mean you can go for anything, as long as its realistically possible in the medival age. If you want a samurai nation even when everyone else could be knights, go for it. If you want a character to use the same 10ft sword that Gut's uses, go for it. If you want them to use a semi-auto assault rifle, thats where the line is drawn. No need to be ultra realistic.

3: Max of 2 huge cities at the start, just so that someone can actually be toppled

With that out of the way, rp away and feel free to ask me questions about it (preferably on discord, name is Sir Waggleton#1124)

Wintreath, 1312


Like a plague, famine and drought has spread to every kingdom as far as the eyes can see. Peasants and entire villages starving to death, as well as tarnishing the taxes from the villages. Entire cities slowly breaking down into madness and protest, as well as rumors that other nations are hogging food to themselves, the nations start to look at each other and blame each other for the famine. As blame shifts, tensions start to rise. 

Hidlar, Capitol City of the Krason Order

"My lord, we've lost 4 villages this week to this famine this week, the peasants are growing mad. We must do something." The messenger said loudly to the old, mad king, Erik Krason III. He's alive by a maricle, growing weak and barely able to stand with a long but thin grey beard and stained red kings robes. "I know. . . send search parties. . . find out who. . who has cursed us. . grab me more wine." He whispered quietly, slowly, and softly to the messenger while holding his golden chalice out, waiting for it to be poured. The order is given to deal with raiders and bandits as well as to spy on other kingdoms in hopes of finding out if they have any food.

Dike Port, Capital of The County of Flanders, Belgium Empire

The Prince Stars out into the Fields Of Grain now withered. A Young boy Followed by A Commoner Woman Walks up to Him. "Daddy Daddy. Pick me up." The Young Prince Lifts Up the boy holding him. "Arator. My My Did You remember to finish your School work?" The Boy Nods With a Big Smile As The woman, His mother, walks up to him. "Arathor. Our County Won't Survive Winter if We don't Secure A Food Source. The Fields Have withered The Animals are thin in Number...."

Arathor Strom Looks at The woman. "I Know The Royal Warehouse Has Food But my Father... Just to spite us refused My Request for Rations. But We are people of the Sea. I am Subsidizing The Fisherman. We will make it Aleria. But if we are invaded During this time.... I don't know how we will stop it."

Aleria Strom Smiles at him. "We will find a Way. We always do."

Shire city, capital city of the potato empire
A massager runs into the throne room.
"Emperor, the people are starving" he pants "We need more food”
The emperor, Sasha looks down at him “Yes but we don’t have any. Our potatoes aren’t growing, it hasn’t rained for weeks. We have to ration food further.”
“yes miss” the messenger starts to leave to give out the message to others.
“On the bright side,” says Sasha “our enemies are in the same position as us”
The messenger leaves. Sasha turns to her council
“Perhaps we could make an alliance with some other nations. We could share around resources and hopefully get through this as a team. Send the offer to the other nations”

Inside the heart of the City-State of Kiddia, the counsel sits at an impasse. 
“I know that we’re starving, I’m just saying, what’s stopping us from just invading Waffalya and Arengee? Surely our Kiddian brothers have food.” 
“No, no, a decision that big would require a city-wide vote. By the time those results get back, it might be too late.”
“Plus, it’ll look like a sign of desperation. Not good for reelection prospects.”
“Why don’t we just ask them to share?”
“Well, the Arengeans for one are unpredictable. For all we know, they might try and burn down their own city. As for the Waffalyans, I don’t think their in any more of a position to share than we are.

In the capital city of hainan, in the capital city of haikou.

The emergency council meeting starts with the chancellor asking the emperor, "Your Imperial Majesty, a drought has affected the nation's farmlands, Most of the farmers have kept the little food they had for themselves and food prices are now skyrocketing. However thats not all, the food shortage has caused famine obviously and plagues. We need to act before it goes out of control"

The emperor Biden I despite his astonishing feat of reaching the 79 years and still be healthy(ooc: very different from the real one ) has kept all his wisdom and power. Biden immediatly says "Hear my imperial decree, The imperial granary is to be open for citizens, establish a maximum portion for each citizen, start an immediat investigation on what caused the drought and come up with ways of fighting it, stablish tent hospitals and seize mansions to house the sick, i want every imperial physician to assist in dealing with the plagues, and finally, moiblize the military, this crisis will surely invoke inside and outside enemies that wish to put my mandate of heaven in question!"

Strovlo, Wesserland
King Gravis II sits around a table with his court. “Our crop is ruined and the people are sick, I fear if we don’t do something soon our nation may fall to ruin. That is why I have decided that we will initiate raids across the mainland coast, with the supplies we get we will have to do…” he raises his axe and his table follows suit. “We will eat good tonight, for tomorrow, we live as noblemen or die as hero’s!”

Strovlo, Wesserland
King Gravis II sits around a table with his court. “Our crop is ruined and the people are sick, I fear if we don’t do something soon our nation may fall to ruin. That is why I have decided that we will initiate raids across the mainland coast, with the supplies we get we will have to do…” he raises his axe and his table follows suit. “We will eat good tonight, for tomorrow, we live as noblemen or die as hero’s!”

Alkir Adsmith, a Krason noble, arrives to the castle with 2 guards behind him. "Yes, I've really come to talk to you, or more to the king. If we may arrange a meeting with him. And it's impolite to stare at me, but a understand." He says confidently and looking up at the sky, his knight armor shimmering a blinding light compared to the dull red he's wearing under. He wears no leg armor however, instead just having a kilt.

'I deserve better, yet here I am amongst barbarians.' He thinks to himself. He's always been known for acting like a demigod and even slightly believing it. Due to this isn't talked to much by the other nobles and he believes its because they're jealous or afraid of him. He has wavy, blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin with almost the same whiteness of his teeth.

Prince Arathor Strom is looking over the Harbor. He smiles. "The Food will Last. Admiral Call The Entire Belgian Fleet Here my Father underestimates The Navy. I want to show him what we can do. A Storm is Coming And We must be ready to Fight. Warlord. Assemble The Stromic Guard. Axon. Begin Construction on Defenses To Rival the Capital. As To the Funds For this.... Use the Imperial Seal. Make The Emperor pay to protect his people."

He Walks over to the Small manor And picks Up his son. "Papa Will protect You and Mama. Even if I have to commit Treason."

Strovlo, Wesserland
King Gravis II sits around a table with his court. “Our crop is ruined and the people are sick, I fear if we don’t do something soon our nation may fall to ruin. That is why I have decided that we will initiate raids across the mainland coast, with the supplies we get we will have to do…” he raises his axe and his table follows suit. “We will eat good tonight, for tomorrow, we live as noblemen or die as hero’s!”

Alkir Adsmith, a Krason noble, arrives to the castle with 2 guards behind him. "Yes, I've really come to talk to you, or more to the king. If we may arrange a meeting with him. And it's impolite to stare at me, but a understand." He says confidently and looking up at the sky, his knight armor shimmering a blinding light compared to the dull red he's wearing under. He wears no leg armor however, instead just having a kilt.

'I deserve better, yet here I am amongst barbarians.' He thinks to himself. He's always been known for acting like a demigod and even slightly believing it. Due to this isn't talked to much by the other nobles and he believes its because they're jealous or afraid of him. He has wavy, blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin with almost the same whiteness of his teeth.

The few guards look confusedly at eachother and one runs in the tall walls of the structure, the castle walls extended twice the height of any of the buildings surrounding it and the living quarters went even further into the sky. The small city was quiet as everyone huddled inside for the little warmth they had in the north. Finally the messenger came back, asking Alkir to come in. The other guards trail behind to watch Alkir.

They escort him to the throne room, an elaborate purple rug with gold stitching trails into the stone room, pillars lined the rug leading up to Gravis’ Throne, where he sat, jumping up to question Alkir. “What is a southman doing on my land? You better have a good reason to be here, otherwise…” He lifts his axe up to Alkir’s throat. “you will not be going home”

Strovlo, Wesserland
King Gravis II sits around a table with his court. “Our crop is ruined and the people are sick, I fear if we don’t do something soon our nation may fall to ruin. That is why I have decided that we will initiate raids across the mainland coast, with the supplies we get we will have to do…” he raises his axe and his table follows suit. “We will eat good tonight, for tomorrow, we live as noblemen or die as hero’s!”

Alkir Adsmith, a Krason noble, arrives to the castle with 2 guards behind him. "Yes, I've really come to talk to you, or more to the king. If we may arrange a meeting with him. And it's impolite to stare at me, but a understand." He says confidently and looking up at the sky, his knight armor shimmering a blinding light compared to the dull red he's wearing under. He wears no leg armor however, instead just having a kilt.

'I deserve better, yet here I am amongst barbarians.' He thinks to himself. He's always been known for acting like a demigod and even slightly believing it. Due to this isn't talked to much by the other nobles and he believes its because they're jealous or afraid of him. He has wavy, blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin with almost the same whiteness of his teeth.

The few guards look confusedly at eachother and one runs in the tall walls of the structure, the castle walls extended twice the height of any of the buildings surrounding it and the living quarters went even further into the sky. The small city was quiet as everyone huddled inside for the little warmth they had in the north. Finally the messenger came back, asking Alkir to come in. The other guards trail behind to watch Alkir.

They escort him to the throne room, an elaborate purple rug with gold stitching trails into the stone room, pillars lined the rug leading up to Gravis’ Throne, where he sat, jumping up to question Alkir. “What is a southman doing on my land? You better have a good reason to be here, otherwise…” He lifts his axe up to Alkir’s throat. “you will not be going home”

"How very rude it is to treat a guest such as me like that. I have a way we can mutually solve our problem with this wreched curse. It involves pillaging the ones who have cursed us and causes this. Now may you put the axe down, you'll only make it more dull by chopping my head." The guards ready their halbreds "If I wanted to kill you I would have."

Norðburg, 1312

Eagles are flying across Norðburg as King Magnus Bloðæx (Modern Icebergian: Magnus Blodax) of Icebergia observes the stars in the gorgeous night sky. After he finishes his observation, he rides back with his chariot. When suddenly he observes withered rice crops. He is a conqueror, seeing this. He organises a plan to invade the rich and fertile Südland with General Albert Krigman.

After the Crossing of Middelbergen, Icebergia quickly expands to the South of Septentritonal Peninsula. King Magnus Bloðæx rides with his horse quickly. Excited, he rushes to the farmlands. But he only sees withering crops. He knows that something isn’t right. While he is in Südland. 13 Villages in the North starved to death. Upset villagers start to raid Norðburg, the capitol city of Icebergia. After hearing that Norðburg is raided. He runs back to Norðburg with his starving army. 

During the Return, he gives all the food, rice and meat, to the soldiers so that they can survive while he eats a few portions of chicken and rice everyday. After one month, they finally returned to Norðburg. The Villagers tried to steal their food. But they entered the palace after giving the villagers remaining rice, mutton, and fish. Magnus Bloðæx knows that something is wrong, very wrong.

Strovlo, Wesserland
King Gravis II sits around a table with his court. “Our crop is ruined and the people are sick, I fear if we don’t do something soon our nation may fall to ruin. That is why I have decided that we will initiate raids across the mainland coast, with the supplies we get we will have to do…” he raises his axe and his table follows suit. “We will eat good tonight, for tomorrow, we live as noblemen or die as hero’s!”

Alkir Adsmith, a Krason noble, arrives to the castle with 2 guards behind him. "Yes, I've really come to talk to you, or more to the king. If we may arrange a meeting with him. And it's impolite to stare at me, but a understand." He says confidently and looking up at the sky, his knight armor shimmering a blinding light compared to the dull red he's wearing under. He wears no leg armor however, instead just having a kilt.

'I deserve better, yet here I am amongst barbarians.' He thinks to himself. He's always been known for acting like a demigod and even slightly believing it. Due to this isn't talked to much by the other nobles and he believes its because they're jealous or afraid of him. He has wavy, blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin with almost the same whiteness of his teeth.

The few guards look confusedly at eachother and one runs in the tall walls of the structure, the castle walls extended twice the height of any of the buildings surrounding it and the living quarters went even further into the sky. The small city was quiet as everyone huddled inside for the little warmth they had in the north. Finally the messenger came back, asking Alkir to come in. The other guards trail behind to watch Alkir.

They escort him to the throne room, an elaborate purple rug with gold stitching trails into the stone room, pillars lined the rug leading up to Gravis’ Throne, where he sat, jumping up to question Alkir. “What is a southman doing on my land? You better have a good reason to be here, otherwise…” He lifts his axe up to Alkir’s throat. “you will not be going home”

"How very rude it is to treat a guest such as me like that. I have a way we can mutually solve our problem with this wreched curse. It involves pillaging the ones who have cursed us and causes this. Now may you put the axe down, you'll only make it more dull by chopping my head." The guards ready their halbreds "If I wanted to kill you I would have."

“Are you proposing an alliance?” He questions. “I could see it be done, he looks at both of Alkirs guards “put your weapons away you hinds.” He looks back at Alkir. “I seek to pillage as well. I’m sure I could be convinced to fight with you… for some coin.”

Prince Arathor Strom Travels to the Great Celestial Empire He Arrives Asking to meet the emperor. If Let in He would kowtow to The Emperor. He is Dressed in regal Clothing yet Seems determined To Be Heard. if Given The opportunity He would state his Proposal. "The Duchy Of Flanders Here By Submits To be a Vassel Under The Celestial Empire... For The Future of my People."

Prince Arathor Strom Travels to the Great Celestial Empire He Arrives Asking to meet the emperor. If Let in He would kowtow to The Emperor. He is Dressed in regal Clothing yet Seems determined To Be Heard. if Given The opportunity He would state his Proposal. "The Duchy Of Flanders Here By Submits To be a Vassel Under The Celestial Empire... For The Future of my People."

Three eunuchs meet with the prince, "Your majesty please follow us the emperor is ready to meet you", he takes the prince to the the throne room. As their are entering, the Chancellor says "Late is the hour in which this prince chooses to appear, malum i name him, ill news is in ill guest." The emperor says to the chancellor calmly "Silence, do not judge those you have not met" He looks at the prince "Its an honor to meet you, i hope your travels have not been tragic, dark clouds circle our heads, its best we keep our light on, so what is the reason you came to the Celestial Empire young prince?"

Strovlo, Wesserland
King Gravis II sits around a table with his court. “Our crop is ruined and the people are sick, I fear if we don’t do something soon our nation may fall to ruin. That is why I have decided that we will initiate raids across the mainland coast, with the supplies we get we will have to do…” he raises his axe and his table follows suit. “We will eat good tonight, for tomorrow, we live as noblemen or die as hero’s!”

Alkir Adsmith, a Krason noble, arrives to the castle with 2 guards behind him. "Yes, I've really come to talk to you, or more to the king. If we may arrange a meeting with him. And it's impolite to stare at me, but a understand." He says confidently and looking up at the sky, his knight armor shimmering a blinding light compared to the dull red he's wearing under. He wears no leg armor however, instead just having a kilt.

'I deserve better, yet here I am amongst barbarians.' He thinks to himself. He's always been known for acting like a demigod and even slightly believing it. Due to this isn't talked to much by the other nobles and he believes its because they're jealous or afraid of him. He has wavy, blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin with almost the same whiteness of his teeth.

The few guards look confusedly at eachother and one runs in the tall walls of the structure, the castle walls extended twice the height of any of the buildings surrounding it and the living quarters went even further into the sky. The small city was quiet as everyone huddled inside for the little warmth they had in the north. Finally the messenger came back, asking Alkir to come in. The other guards trail behind to watch Alkir.

They escort him to the throne room, an elaborate purple rug with gold stitching trails into the stone room, pillars lined the rug leading up to Gravis’ Throne, where he sat, jumping up to question Alkir. “What is a southman doing on my land? You better have a good reason to be here, otherwise…” He lifts his axe up to Alkir’s throat. “you will not be going home”

"How very rude it is to treat a guest such as me like that. I have a way we can mutually solve our problem with this wreched curse. It involves pillaging the ones who have cursed us and causes this. Now may you put the axe down, you'll only make it more dull by chopping my head." The guards ready their halbreds "If I wanted to kill you I would have."

“Are you proposing an alliance?” He questions. “I could see it be done, he looks at both of Alkirs guards “put your weapons away you hinds.” He looks back at Alkir. “I seek to pillage as well. I’m sure I could be convinced to fight with you… for some coin.”

"You'll get all the coin you need, infact here's some right now." He throws a sack of gold on the ground "Arn't I generous? We split the gold between ourselves and the food to mutually topple those who have cursed us. Lead by me, with you at my side. We'll be invincible. So, do you agree?" He says, smiling.

'Looks like I got this in the bag. I'll be sure to gain the King's favor' He thinks to himself