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[[Forget the long run-up thing I said, I'm starting at the modern day. Otherwise I'm chronologically out of sync with everyone else. But I'm keeping my stats the same.
Also, how long is an era going to be in this? An actual VU era, a week, a day, what?]]

Bronimina
Name: Karzun Demonsul
Description: Ornate armor, wielding a massive sword
Family: Wife-Aila Demonsul
Class: Broniminan Swordsman

Demonsul slumped into his chair. The Broniminan Empire was doing terribly. A massive economic crash had left the country crippled, and it was just being ignored by most of the population!
Demonsul was tall, always in a black cloak when he was around his so-called subjects. He carried his sword at all times as well. Bronimina was becoming a dying culture, so he would have to work miracles to keep himself in power. But that's what he did these days, just working miracles everyday to stop the Empire flying apart.
Bronimina is a huge northern landmass and a large portion of it belongs to the Broniminan Empire. The Broniminan Empire is an ancient kingdom ruled over by the Emperor of Bronimina, who is usually chosen by succession. The Broniminan religion (the Old Beliefs) is left mostly unworshipped as Bronimina's larger empire expanded across a huge area, merged with many different cultures outside of it's official boundaries. This led to a collapse and overhaul of Bronimina's original culture. However, since the economic crash, most of Bronimina's unofficial territories have become independent again, and Bronimina has been reduced to a single kingdom.

[[I'm back.]]

THE REVERITT REPUBLIC:
Name: Travis Leiondon
Race: Human
Height: 5 ft. 11 in.
Hair Color: Cyan
Eye Color: Blue
Age: 29
Family: Jennifer Leiondon (Age: 28)
Class: Archer

MILITARY TRAINING:
Infantry - ***
Cavalry - *
Ranged - ****
Siege - *
Navy - **
Magic - *

IMPERIAL STATISTICS:
Economy - **
Military - *
Culture - ***
Science - **

***

Walking out of the Grand Palace, Travis walks out from the gates, onto the stage.  Dressed in a magnificent robe, he kneeled down and accepted the crown to the country which he now ruled.  Many problems he would face in this desert empire.  But he didn't care, for now, he had all he wanted: a wife and a kingdom.

THE TALE OF TRAVIS

Emperor Valan Septim was sitting on his mighty Cidellian throne. His father, Validus II, had died the month before after his horse had knocked him off. Validus was still a young 46 when he died, it was sad to see him go. Valan was still young at only twenty-five, but he was wise for his years. His beard was short and well trimmed, and his eyes were a brilliant green. His hair was brown, like that of all his ancestors. The Crown of Cidel rested upon his head, it was of a strange, unbreakable, white metal and it had a red gem set in it. It was not a ruby, but a red diamond. The crown could only be worn by a Septim, the last non-Septim to try to wear it had gone insane and killed himself. Septim sat back and looked at his steel longsword.
I need a good sword...

Kingdom of Tasidian
Name: Michael Deallus
Description: Michael Deallus
Family
Wife: Vera Septim
Sons: Charley Deallus IV and Edward Deallus II
Daughter: Lisa Deallus
Class: Swordsman

Military Training
Infantry - **
Cavalry - *
Ranged - **
Siege - *
Navy - ****
Magic - **

Imperial Statistics
Economy - **
Military - **
Culture - **
Science - **

Michael Deallus sat upon the throne of Tasidian.  He was now king since the death of his father two weeks earlier.  Cedric had been weak and ill for several months before finally dying in his sleep peacefully.  Michael was glad of that.  He looked out at the lands that Tasidian controlled and decided that he would leave Tasidian as peaceful as it could be for a time.  He saw no need for expansion or conquest.

As Michael pondered some things until a guard walked into his room.
"Milord, there is a convoy from the Reveritt Empire here to see you."

Michael stood up and walked after the guard.
"I might as well see them then."

A small group from the Reveritt Empire stood before Michael and requested a peace treaty.  Michael thought it over quickly.
"I accept the terms of your treaty.  You may also wish to visit Cidel to the north.  Our kingdoms have been allied for a long time and even before I married one of the women of the ruling family."

The group left and went their own way.  Michael went back to his normal duties for a short time before calling General Malcom Constintine.
"General, I want you to assemble a group of twenty men to meet me outside the gates tomorrow morning.  I wish to go on a journey."

General Constintine bowed and began walking out.
"Yes milord."

Realm of Gorr
Name: Warlord Barvorus Gorr
Description: Somewhat of a Barbarian. Like a really rough and tough viking who wears furs instead of chain mail.
Family
Wives: Hinia, Diniae, Vora, Wenda, Pani, Gori, Gollia
Sons: Nernious, Brionius, Barvor, Vixi, Gillid
Daughter: Frumani
Class: Barbarian

Military Training
Infantry - ****
Cavalry - **
Ranged - **
Siege - *
Navy - ***
Magic -

Imperial Statistics
Economy - **
Military - **
Culture - **
Science - **

Barvorus Gorr, looked over the great hall that was his home. A roaring fire sat in the very center, while his children, no matter how old kneel around it talking to one another about stories of dragons and krakens. He on the other hand sat in his throne of bear fur and pondered.

In the last six weeks the Da'dor clan from up North and the Destor clan also from up North came under my command. With this recent influx it is fair to say we will have enough tribes under my own command to call these lands mine in another two weeks.

Barvorus smiled a smile of accomplish. Finally his long life dream was unfolding.
The Gorr tribe, will soon be more than a mere tribe...

[[Woops :P]]

Ahh so the kingdoms next to it are all Orc?

Oh.... they sound like Orc names....

Oh I see, Righty ho then

[[I think this is a truly freeform RP, thus we will have to fairly invent the outcomes of our actions. I'll post for today later.]]

[[OOC: Michael has been known to do that lately....]]

Michael walked outside the gates of Tasidian and greeted the twenty men that were gathered there.
"I am glad you men volunteered for this.  I wish to first travel to the Order of Tasidian and then slowly north from there.  I wish to explore the northern lands since we have rarely gone there."

The group set out and crossed the River of Tasidian as they called it, and they soon entered the townlike Order of Tasidian.  They met Lord Philip Draves there, who was a relative of Jonathan Draves.  Michael walked into the Order Hall with Philip while the rest of his men got some food.
"Philip how has the Order been doing since my father Cedric left?"

Philip began walking up the stairs of the building towards his office.
"It has been fine milord.  We have grown in numbers constantly since it was founded and we have groups of men wandering all over the world hunting down criminals and evil men.  They do a good job for having started out just being wanderers and common people."

The two men talked about several others things.  Michael and his men left the next day and continued heading north.  They came upon a large and luxurious mansion in the middle of the plains.  As oddly as it seemed, Michael wished to go inside.  He knocked on the great doors until an elderly man answered the door.
"Greets sir, I am King Michael Deallus of the Kingdom of Tasi-"

The man cut him off.
"I know who you are Michael.  You do realize that your ancestors have been in his house many times before.  I would have you come in and rest awhile, but I am very busy with work.  I would have to talk to you at another time.  So sorry."

The man shut the door in Michael's face and it did not open.  Michael turned to his men with a puzzled look on his face and looked rather embarrassed.  He ran his hand through his hair and thought for a moment before walking back to them.
"Well...umm....that was rather rude of him to just cut me off like that and then close the door.  Well, we should head north more."

The group agreed and they headed in the northern direction until they came to an old looking building made of logs.  It had smoke coming from a chimney and the group decided to pay a visit.  They walked in the door and saw a number of strange people within.  There was also the strangest bartender he ever saw.
"Welcome to the Tavern of the Three Headed Dragon! Would you care to have a Drunk's Demise?!"

The bartender randomly sucker punched one of the patrons before pouring a deadly looking drink.  Michael walked over to it and sniffed at it before looking at the man next to him.  The man had a similar drink and guzzled it down.  He then tipped over in his seat.
"Oh deary me...another dead patron...excuse me for a moment."

The bartender whistled and a man walked out of nowhere and threw the body out the window.
"Sorry about that."

Michael looked over at his men and they had rather nervous looks on their faces.
"Well, I think we shall be going...we really have a schedule to keep you know?"

The bartender started yelling something about sp@malot, but Michael did not hear much.  He went out the door and his men ran north a short distance before resting more.
"Men...this world may be more dangerous than I thought.  Keep your eyes open."

The men nodded very quickly, already knowing that the world was a very crazy place.

[[Post! XD]]

The two convoys sent to Cidel and Tasidian returned, bearing good news, but the final convoy sent to the Rim hasn't returned for much time.  Travis was growing worried, and was fearing the worst.  He met with a group of men whom he knew would find out what happened.

***

Travis walked into the room, holding a small chest, and looked at the five men in front of him.  The men were wearing black clothing, and had a mask surrounding their faces.  Their weapons were sleeping darts, throwing knives, and a shortsword.  Only one of the men looked like a trusted face, a man with a smile on his face, but the other men just sat back in the corner, covering their faces.

"Eh, why am I the only man here that is happy?" the leader of the group remarked.  "Hello, I am Renad, leader of the Infiltrators."
"Yes," Travis said.  "Normally, I don't want to hire shifty people like those four in the back, but I don't want to start a war against the Rim.  I'm hoping to get this done quietly so there is no reason to have a conflict.  I am willing to pay all of you two thousand gold coins each to find out what happened to the convoy, and see if you can bring any of the convoy members back alive.  You are allowed to do whatever it takes to find them.  If this is not enough pay for you, please tell me."
"It is enough," Renad replied.  "We will leave immediantly."

The five men left, leaving Travis to himself.

***

Lyon stood in a room with twelve people, each of them having a grudge against King Leiondon.

"I brought all of you here today for a similiar cause.  The king is weak, a peaceloving worm, and needs to be taken from the throne, and a true visionary to take the throne.  I have you parts in the plan in the parchment I gave you.  Now, all you need is my signal to execute the plan.  You are dismissed."

*Will continue later, I'm baaack!*

Barvorus tipped his head back, then he placed his horn in his mouth. The one noted noise had waken a sleeping watchman. As the watchman raised his head over the battlement his eyes turned from barely open and squinting to almost bulging out of his head. The site that he laid eyes upon was 6000 very muscly, barely clothed men, holding axes and wearing helmets.

"BARBARIAN ATTACK!!!" The man got up immediately and ran over to an emergency bell. "Stop!" Barvous shouted and the man stopped before he rung the bell.
"We mean no harm, I would like passage through you're lands so that I may talk to your lord or leader!"
There was a long awkward silence.
Barvorus wondered if was a good idea to set up trade relations with the Broniminans.

[[OOC:Still too late for sign-ups or not?]]

[[There are no signups.  Simply join.  There will be events that happen after some time so you can wander around the world and interact with other people.  You do need a kingdom though.  We are using THIS map.]]

[[*falls over

You're aking this needlessly complicated. Join up using the stat table from Erus sign-ups. Tell us where your kingdom is, and it is there. I really need to make an official Erus version of the world map, with all the Erus kingdoms.]]

[Aha.....found it]
Kingdom of Farathor

MILITARY TRAINING
Infantry : ***
Cavalry : ****
Ranged : ***
Siege : *
Navy : *
Magic : *

IMPERIAL STATISTICS
Economy : ***
Military : ***
Culture : **
Science : **

Farathor is a civilization that has except for on some historic occasions rarely come into contact with other kingdoms. It’s location atop and underneath the heavily forested Great Olkait Mountains has ensured that it’s presence has gone virtually unnoticed through the ages.


Name : Adam Raina
Age : 31
Sons : Himanil and Marcus

Adam raised his bloody sword in he setting sun. From as far as the eye could see right till the Wall of Azalth a massive roar went up from his army. 'Finally' thought Adam 'It's over.'

Adam paced about in his chamber, it had taken him 4 years to subjugate the rebellion started by his general Quisling in conjunction with barbarians whose identity he had not yet been able to ascertain. He summoned his Foreign Minister 'I wish for envoys to be sent to the kingdoms of Tasidian, Cidel, Bronimia, Rilienor, Reverrit and the empire in the Great Barren Desert with proposals of peace, no matter what they are to be found and a response is to be obtained.'
'Yes my Lord,' replied the minster bowing low. Adam dismissed him and started thinking.

The mighty war was over and now he would concentrate on revitalising his economy which had been affected by Bronimia's economic meltdown and he also turned his attention to the rumours of a Dark Lord and he also had to ascertain where the barbarians had come from.

[[OOC:That won' work himinal..you can only have 8 imperial statistics!]]

Septim sat back on his throne.
"They are coming?" he asked the messenger, "Excellent! These will be most grand!"
A few hours later, an envoy from King Himanil entered Septim's chamber asking for peace. Septim accepted and soon made his way down to the arenas, where the archery ranges, the jousting arena, and the dueling arenas were being set up. Septim smiled and soon returned to his palace, where he decided to begin his research on a legendary sword named Firengard.

Michael woke up to one of his generals waking him.  It turned to to be General Farlen Argos.  "What is it general? ugh..." grumbled Michael as he crawled out of bed.  "Messengers and envoys from other kingdoms wish to speak to you milord." spoke General Argos.

Michael got dressed quickly and walked to the throne room where a line of people were.  "Attention everyone.  I am willing to accept all alliances with your kingdoms.  Simply write down what kingdom you are from and the name of your king before you leave." said Michael as he held up a large piece of parchment.  "Tasidian is a country of peace and enlightenment so if you wish for military support, it will be difficult for me to send out any troops unless it is a matter that affects the world as a whole." spoke the young king.  He sat the parchment on a wooden table before sitting on the throne.  He tried remember what he had been doing before he woke up this morning. 
*Two Weeks Earlier*

Michael led his group of twenty men northward still, with a great mountain ahead of them.  Before they reached the mountain they found a great castle in front of it.  There were a large number of men running around shouting the words. "For Sp@malot!" over and over while attacking soldiers shouting other words.  They engaged in a great battle, slaughting thousands of men on each side until only a few remained.  Then suddenly more armies appeared and the slaughter continued.

"This place must be some sort of cursed land." Michael spoke to his men.  "We shall head around the mountain along the coast.  I do not wish to meet the king of this place." he said as he turned towards the southeast.  His men walked for four days until they finally passed by the mountain.  They came to a strange building by a strange land and walked inside. 

*To Be Continued*

[[OOC: Just sort things out.  If you want a post deleted just tell me.]]

As Barvorus entered the kingdom known as Bronimia with his small group of impressively buff body guards (Not carrying weapons) he noted many things.
One, was the use of roads, something that was almost impossible to produce in the arctic wilderness without a long settled empire.

Finally he made it to the imperial palace. So Gorr organised his men to show off their wares.
Firstly Barvorus showed Demonsul the fine fur hunted from the arctic bears of the most northern points of the ice expanse. These massive pelts would keep any man warm anywhere.
Secondly, a large horse like beast was brought out. It was covered from head to toe in thick matted fur, had rather large horns and large hooves designed in such a manner that they worked perfectly for running through arctic tundra and over ice.
Barvorus had a few other things left, but decided to see what the Bronimia empire had to offer before he showed them off.

Constable Delran De Silver was sitting at his desk in The Silver Moon Palace, writing a few orders for the army, when a messenger bursted in.
"Sir....., y...y...you are ne...needed at....... The Imperial Palace! It....... is.....ur........ urgent!"
"What happened?"
"The.....e..e..em...emperor........."
Hearing this, Delran left his office running. He went to the stables, saddled his horse in a hurry and stormed out of his palace followed by several of his body guards. The arrived at The Imperial Palace within a few minutes and the horses fell under some of the riders.
Derlan never minded that and stormed in the palace. He was greeted by General Roch, commander of the Imperial Guards.
"Constable!"
"General! What happened?"
"The emperor is in agony" said Roch with a sad face. "The healers say that he will die by the end of the day."
"Are you making a bad joke on me? Yesterday the emperor was fine! What is this?"
"It is not a bad joke I am afraid. The emperor wake up in the morning feeling ill. By the time of noon he was feeling worse. The healers were called since the morning but they couldn't do much."
"And why haven't I been informed?"
"Imperial order. You were not to be disturbed."
"And why now?"
"He called for you."
Delran ran to the chambers of the emperor. When he entered there, the emperor was laid in his bed and healers were swarming arround him. Four guards were inside the room. Also several household nobles and advisors. At the sight of Delran, the emperor ordered everyone out, even the guards.
"Your Majesty!"
"Come Constable!"
Delran approached the imperial bed with a sad feeling. Seeing his emperor like that was like a knife through his heart.
"I am dying, my friend!"
"No, you are not, Your Majesty! If you die what will happen to the Empire? We need you! You are to young to die!"
"Nonsense. When your time comes, you are never to young!" said the emperor with a smile. "After my death you will become Regent of Andoria and Lord Protector. Wait 10 years for the return of my brother or his sons. If they do not come, crown yourself emperor. You are young, strong and smart, you will do good. The people love you, the soldiers would follow you to hell. And know this!"
"I will wait my entire life for one of your relatives to come, Your Majesty." said Delran with a sad voice. "But you must not talk like that. The healers will fix you up."
"No! I know my time is up!"
After these words, the emperor fell unconscious. Delran opened the doors and rushed for the healers.
"I will make you all nobles if you heal the emperor, but if he dies, you die in the torture chamber and your corpses will be fed to pigs!"
The healers rushed in the chamber but their efforts were useless. After two hours the emperor regained consciousness and looked arround him. Hid guards were at their places, the healers were arround his bed and near the walls were nobles and officers. Among them was Delran.
"Constable!" the emperor cryed with his last powers. "After my death you are the Regent of Andoria and Lord Protector. Wait 10 years for one of my relatives to come for the crown, after that crown yourself emperor!"
With these words, the emperor died. Those in the chamber were shocked. The healers went pale, some of the officers and nobles had tears in their eyes. Most of them were looking at Delran. One tear fell from Delran's eyes to the floor. H walked towards the imperial bed, knelt and kissed the emperors hand. After this he went outside. General Roch followed him.
"Your orders Lord Protector!"
"Make preparation for the Emperor's funeral. Give the healers 100 gold coins and send them home. That would be all." said Delran with a low tone and sad voice. "And call me Constable!"
"And about the Imperial Household and Guard? Will you be moving into the Imperial Palace or we will come to The Silver Moon Palace?"
"The Imperial Household and Imperial Guard will remain at the Imperial Palace to wait for an heir to the crown. I do not belong here. My place is at The Silver Moon Palace!"
With these words, Delran left the Imperial Palace with his guards and headed for his home.

Outside the manor of King Travis, Leon and a group of men were standing there, looking shifty and dangerous.  Leon began to speak, staring at the manor.

"Due to his departing to Cidel, we have been outfitted with a great opportunity to seize power and take over the country  We will barge in, kill the guards, and hold his family in prison.  We will then announce that King Travis was killed by Cidellian soldiers on his way to the tournament, and that we will strike at once, conquering those lands."

"Wait," one of the men said.  "If King Travis were to return, he would have us all killed!"

"Who ever said 'King' Travis will ever return?" Leon answered, a gleam of evil shining in his eyes.  "Prepare to barge the doors open and take the manor."

***

"...May I ask why the rent is THAT high!?"

Travis, Treville, and Percival stood in an Inn, waiting to rent a room.

"Excuse me, sir, but as this is one of the most prestige inns in the city, it is completely worth the pay."  The Innkeeper smiled after he finished speaking.
"All we wanted were three small rooms to borrow for a couple of day!" Travis exclaimed.

Treville tried to calm his King.  "Sir, please, be calm.  I'm sure we can find a better deal somewhere else."

"Pfft," The Innkeeper snorted.  "You won't find any better Inn than this one.  Even if you are a King, you still have to pay for rent."
"Gah!" Travis said.  "I'd rather sleep in a tent than be in the Inn of such a pig of an Innkeeper."
"Pig I may be, are you going to pay or not?"
"I'd rather sleep in the run down shack across the street than here."
"Actually, I own that too.  Tis where I keep my livestock."
"Ohh, forget it.  Fine, have your gold."

Travis dropped a large amount of gold coins onto the table and walked away, snatching the keys from the sinister man's hand.

Shortly after the small episode, three other men taking part in the tournament walked up to the Innkeeper.

"Hello, we would like to rent three small rooms to sleep in for a few nights," the man said.
"Okay, that'll be a mere two silver coins."