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Xivan Malis

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BloxzorKBG said :
Xivan Malis said :
Just as Dan should be.

"should" implies that dan should be persistent in claiming over and ignoring over 35 rpers with the backing of roughly 5 and claiming land over Camelot and Yanille just for the want of being king

I wouldnt have a problem if this rp openly went private- could even have taken an interest in it, and i feel like at least several others would be more interested in joining in if it went private- but as it stands,

no, it's not what he "should" be, it's what he wants to be

I suppose taking my wording of encouragement out of context is a way to go.

Anywho, I wish you luck on bringing active RP to Kandarin, Dan! |

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Augis Malis

| "My sun has finally set at last. May the new sun rise in my place." -Former King Xerxes Aerendyl

03-Mar-2017 03:29:37 - Last edited on 03-Mar-2017 03:32:07 by Xivan Malis

Stelly Rose

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There were plenty of reasons for the citizens of Ardougne to be wary of the group that now wandered through the market. First and foremost were the rumors.

Since the arrival of these strangers and their camp outside the city walls the gossip had spread like wildfire. They were said to be witches, and as far as the people were concerned that was trouble enough. Unfamiliar witches appearing on the coattails of the beginning of a magic war had to be a sign of ill intent. Within days, all had heard the stories. They were evil, they couldn’t be trusted – a small few even said the air was not breathable, tainted by the black magic carried in the campfire smoke.

Their physical appearance was no better received. There were three, now, among the market-goers – one male and two females. Clothed in soft-tanned hides and fur and wearing their hair in shaggy, unkempt locks, the witches looked wild at best. To make matters worse, their eyes were pale and unsettling. By the milky paleness of those strange eyes, one would assume the three were blind but something about the way they looked at everything, the mischief that glinted off the surface…they saw all – and perhaps more.

Despite the scrutiny of the onlookers, the witches each walked with a casual stride through the busy marketplace. They shared the occasional mischievous smirk whenever a bystander, having found themselves in the path of the three, went quickly scurrying to the other end of a row of stalls. It seemed, to them at least, a game. Once in a while, they would stop at a stall and murmur to one another while the fretting owner attempted to ignore their presence, laughing quietly among themselves when the dismayed man or woman was left with a full stall and no patrons to speak of.

03-Mar-2017 21:50:26

Stelly Rose

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Still, there were a minute few scattered throughout the market who thought the fear and rumors were nothing but hogwash. It was with these few that the witches were able to do a little business with and eventually, with purpose achieved, the three removed themselves from the market without continued harassment. Whispers followed their exit as the city was once more over-saturated with half-truths and superstitious nonsense. In the wake of the unwanted visit, the people’s rumors and commotion distracted them entirely from the appearance of items in a few satchels and pockets, the existence of which could not be accounted for.

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Hi all! So this is the start of a little something I’ll be doing around here (and hopefully the entire map if people are open to it). This is not currently in any kind of relation to the War of the Magi that other lovely community members are doing, but it certainly does feed off the element of fracture that people are feeling in regards to the magical world and for that unexpected addition of development I thank those involved in the magic war.

If you happen to be interested in this and perhaps would like to claim your character as one of the lucky (or will it be unlucky?) few to find these items suddenly on their person, you are free to do so. Know that they will come into play in other parts of this story, though, and if you don’t inform me of your acquiring them, I will be forced to unintentionally powerplay things. I don’t mean to, and I’d certainly rather know, so please feel free to message me about it at any time. The items can be anything, really, so long as they’re small – a coin, a pendant, a particularly shiny rock of little to no value. It’s really up to you, but feel free to ask me about it if you’re not sure.

03-Mar-2017 21:51:22

Delemis

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King Jonathan's reluctance to crush the insurrection in Yanille outright was frustrating, at first. When Sir Osdon Sterlant finally brought the matter before the King's attention, he was charged with taking care of it himself. With a wagon of Gold and a Call To Arms from Jonathan's own hand, Osdon was sent South to raise an army.

What at first was an annoyance had begun to reveal itself as an opportunity. With the authority of the Crown at his back Osdon had been able to gather a modest levy from the Southern Countryside, and in Khazard he was able to purchase the services of two Mercenary Companies. Now, with a host of Conscript and Professional Soldiers alike, he was enthusiastic that he would be able to successfully capture Yanille. The only question that remained was what he would do with it afterwards...

But that had been a long time ago, before Osdon had first witnessed the colossal walls of Yanille, before his men had starved beneath their shadow. As he had encircled the City unavailingly, the rebels sat inside and waited. They struck out at his camps in the night, killing his men, ruining his supplies, burning his siege engines to ash before they could ever be completed. By the time that Osdon had the sense to break the siege and return home, it was far too late. His men were weak, and dispirited. As what remained of Sterlant's army began to flee back northward that morning, the Gates of Yanille flew open to unleash the Rebel Host at their backs.

It was a slaughter.

Osdon returned to Kandarin with barely a quarter of the levies he'd brought to Yanille. A letter was penned and sent to King Jonathan detailing the full extent of Osdon's failure.

Sir Osdon Sterlant himself never stepped inside the Castle again. The ending of the words is ALMSIVI

10-Mar-2017 01:07:45 - Last edited on 10-Mar-2017 01:08:03 by Delemis

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2007

Dansplainer

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As first a break from the usual reports of the daily chores of the Crown, word from the battlefield was received well from the King, Jonathan, who sat upon his throne of crimson. He sat up, reading over the contents intently. Over the course of the report, the young King's face grew more and more grim, and any excitement he once had was replaced by complexities of frustration, sadness and fear. He took in a breath, and released, letting his eyes rise onto his court.

"Sir Osdon Sterlant has been defeated at Yanille, and he returns with hardly a quarter of what he raised." Jonathan spoke solemnly aloud, looking between the members of his court. "The rebels have mobilized now on the heels of his retreat, and threaten to take surrounding territories - and worse, march on the city of Ardougne itself - if we are unable to hold strong against this mutiny." He concluded of the report, standing from his throne. "I will entrust the defense of this city to Sir Gilgamesh." He stated of his long, lost brother. Then, the King turned towards a servant, taking his dark, purplish-bladed sword by its hilt.

"Retrieve my armor," he asked of the servant, looking over his court gathered in the Sunlit Hall one last time. "We ride south to meet the enemy." Hi, I'm Dan.

10-Mar-2017 01:55:51

Neon Knights

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Gilgamesh overlooked the men as they set up spiked defenses outside the walls of Ardougne. He breathed heavy in thought. Jonathan the Sunborn, he thought. His only brother riding off into possible death. Gilgamesh's thought drifted to the port, the great asset which would be key in securing and keeping Ardougne stable in this time of war. The port had to be kept within his hands. He would use Witchaven as a tactical area, from it he would bring the people inside the walls and replace them with soldiers tenfold. These soldiers were tasked to defend the port to the utter death. Gilgamesh would keep Ardougne until the bitter end.

As one sun set, another rose

With every end comes a beginning

Hail Kandarin!

10-Mar-2017 02:18:25 - Last edited on 10-Mar-2017 02:20:16 by Neon Knights

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2007

Dansplainer

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Across the landscape, there was a new reality, a new war, which wrapped the realm of Kandarin once more in the cold grips of uncertainty. With spring around the corner, the rebel forces, bolstered with ever-growing strength, became confident, though soon they would collide full force with the armies of the King, whose much better equipped infantry swept across the woodlands of southern Kandarin, marching through towns to ensure that in the air, the banner of the King, and of the people of his country, still flew. From all corners of his realm, the call to arms was answered, and every proud countryman and woman once more marched unto death, willingly, if only for their Crown. So it happened, that wherever the rebel touched, the King's men had purged any reminder and remnant of what confidence they once held.

A battle decided days prior gave another victory of, now, quite a few to the King Jonathan, whose forces surged into the flank of the rebel army already face to face with his loyalists in Khazard. Like Osdon's defeat at Yanille, it was a slaughter, only now for those that once delivered it. Their captured siege engines, their equipment and supply were spoiled and burned, reclaimed or seized. Jonathan had saved Khazard from rebel capture, and now driven the rebel forces all the way back to their encampment outside of Yanille.

With no cavalry, no artillery, and hardly an archers' corps, the rebel infantry was bare to a much more versatile, and professional, enemy. There, Commander Francis Charleau waited, where he would face the King once and for all, in one last effort to drive his loyalist forces back home to Ardougne.

Stood across from each other on the plain which all that had happened led to, in tense finale, the Commander and the King's armies raged and stomped with pride for their own causes, as first infantries collided throughout the day knowing that only one could see the end of it. Hi, I'm Dan.

12-Mar-2017 21:16:51 - Last edited on 12-Mar-2017 21:18:54 by Dansplainer

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2007

Dansplainer

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Now came the rain.

It was not the sweet relief of spring's precipitation, but the dark shadow of death enveloping all that was the sky, and overcoming the light of day. Arrows from above, from the hills where the King's men held in shelter from death on the Plains of Ashmere below. Rebel infantrymen fell upon the arrow's strike, ceasing any advance. Wave after wave of the arrows left the scattered across the battlefield, like the rebels they fell upon strewn in heaps. Mercilessly, the King's cavalry thunderously galloped onto the field of war, slashing through the depleted lines, breaking them apart like clay shattered by stone.

Before long, as the remnants of morale and men of Francis' rebellion ebbed away evermore, the Commander's belief that they might come away with miraculous triumph today too went away. So, falling back into the shell they once were, Francis and his men retreated back beyond the great walls of Yanille, where they might for a moment be safe from the Sunborn's wrath. Yet soon, as Jonathan claimed another day's triumph, his siege machines rolled up upon the walls of the city, and his men prepared for what was thought to be, now, a very brief siege.

Still, Jonathan, a merciful King and commander, sent his emissary beyond the walls of Yanille, where he was tasked to receive the rebel commander Francis Charleau's true and unconditional surrender. Yet, as night fell, the King strode back to the command tent triumphantly, unknowing that the next day would find no such agreement. Hi, I'm Dan.

12-Mar-2017 21:17:08 - Last edited on 12-Mar-2017 21:46:47 by Dansplainer

Swetcan

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the Tent was now empty as Jonathan found it, save for Kandarin's undead arch mage Zoey. She had grown tired and bored of Jonathan, and his court, she had never truly liked him or respected him, never referring to him as your highness, or ever accepting the kings style of weak rule. she now merely saw Jonathan, as a hypocritical failure, how such a "kind" and "generous" king could lose the favour of his people was nothing but pathetic to her.

"good evening Jonathan, looks like this rebellion is over, but i'm afraid the the sun has already set on you, your highness."

these were her final words to him, as she embraced him, giving him a kiss, something they had often joked about, in their many friendly conversations; before pressing her hand over his heart, sending a lethal bolt of lightning straight into him, conducting through his armour. letting go of him, allowing him to fall to the floor of the tent before her.

"this land is the sunshine kingdom in name only, and I've grown bored of the stagnation in this land, and I've decided, that the sun has set on you Jonathan. goodbye."

she left the king where he lay, teleporting away in a swarm of darkness, to continue on to a land where the is a true feature of the land. Guild master of the Arbiters Reborn.

12-Mar-2017 23:45:06

Neon Knights

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Word spread of the king's death immediately...That very night Gilgamesh was crowned as the new king of Kandarin as the sun set upon the halls.. Gilgamesh found it hard to express his thoughts of a brother he never truly knew. What his brother did, however, would set up a great and convenient arrival as king.

King Gilgamesh...A mercenary turned king. The Zamorakian now had great power.

All hail the Sunset Kingdom.

12-Mar-2017 23:59:29

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