Seidrik_The_Gray
Seidrik The Gray
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(/ooc This first post is the RP story line speaking to the back story.)
The beginning...
A new crown!
Arkadian Pledge of Alegience by mmm11105 aka Maron
Dutchfire, the second King of the Arkadian Dynasty
The beginning...
Spoiler :
The events surrounding the rebellion have weighed heavily on Seidrik's heart. He has labored his whole life in the mold of his family as they have in countless previous generations. His family has lived in their country estate for the last 2 millenia, content to enjoy life and to support fellow Aretans. Politics was something they had long abandonned after the first great ellection. It was something that they had suddenly become reinterested in though, once other civilizations had been discovered and new people had brought wonderous knowledge to Arete. Now, with two additional cities, the population of Aretania was booming. Commerce...once based on fish markets and local horses and pigs was now burgeoning with gold prospecting, ivory, and coastal trade with their neighbors. Times were changing quickly, and the recent rebellion had been a serious wake up call.
Seidrik drafted the correct documents of hides he would need early in the morning and stuffed them neatly in his saddle pack. He put on his finest clothes, made of supple black leather with subtle accents to befit his nobility. Thanks to the Bronze they had found, he was shaven, and his barbor had neatly trimmed his hair, which many men had taken to the military fashion of the Warlord faction. His horsehair cape was black and designed to also appeal to the Philosophers and Faith factions, while he also wore a bronze hammer on his hip as a tip to the Tribal faction. Finally, his shirt was threaded just so with gold and ivory accents to befit his mercantile upbringing in his country estate.
Seidrik had spent a week after the rebellion trying to think of a way to unify his people. Could he really bring something so different? The real issue was a matter of being benevolent and inclusive enough toward all factions, those in power and those on the outside, while also catering to those who cared only for the strategy of things and those who were more interested in the story being written by the people. Finally there were those, who just wanted to feel that they were heard and not ignored. That rebellion was a shock to Aretania and a wake up call to everyone.
Urged on by the need to get involved as he always was, Seidrik saddled his Chestnut Mare, Brunor, and road at an even gallop so he could think while his horse took him into Arete. "Will they listen to me, Brunor? Who will join me, and what will it mean to those to whom I have remained so loyal in the past?"
He had one letter that he had to deliver in person to the house of the Tribal Council faction. Several others he wanted to deliver to certain individuals whom he knew would be key to any successful move, and he held a massive parchement that he planned to post in the town square announcing his plans for the future of Aretania and her people.
Seidrik drafted the correct documents of hides he would need early in the morning and stuffed them neatly in his saddle pack. He put on his finest clothes, made of supple black leather with subtle accents to befit his nobility. Thanks to the Bronze they had found, he was shaven, and his barbor had neatly trimmed his hair, which many men had taken to the military fashion of the Warlord faction. His horsehair cape was black and designed to also appeal to the Philosophers and Faith factions, while he also wore a bronze hammer on his hip as a tip to the Tribal faction. Finally, his shirt was threaded just so with gold and ivory accents to befit his mercantile upbringing in his country estate.
Seidrik had spent a week after the rebellion trying to think of a way to unify his people. Could he really bring something so different? The real issue was a matter of being benevolent and inclusive enough toward all factions, those in power and those on the outside, while also catering to those who cared only for the strategy of things and those who were more interested in the story being written by the people. Finally there were those, who just wanted to feel that they were heard and not ignored. That rebellion was a shock to Aretania and a wake up call to everyone.
Urged on by the need to get involved as he always was, Seidrik saddled his Chestnut Mare, Brunor, and road at an even gallop so he could think while his horse took him into Arete. "Will they listen to me, Brunor? Who will join me, and what will it mean to those to whom I have remained so loyal in the past?"
He had one letter that he had to deliver in person to the house of the Tribal Council faction. Several others he wanted to deliver to certain individuals whom he knew would be key to any successful move, and he held a massive parchement that he planned to post in the town square announcing his plans for the future of Aretania and her people.
A new crown!
Spoiler :
After the demise of Antimidius, chaos reigned in Aretania. The Philosophers of Arete managed to hold onto power, as the other factions became embroiled in their own affairs and the political struggle to rule. During these times, the Aretanians turned to their gods, some to the gods of Ibbensian Hinduism, and others to the older gods of nature and the sea. These centuries, now known as the Interregnum oversaw a time of peace, and very little of historical significance.
The people began to yearn for more direction, and many began seaking devine inspiration to appoint to them a new ruler. Into this time at the end of the Interregnum, an old man began travelling from city to city, leading massive sermons and proclaiming that one among them was already proclaimed to rule. Thousands began to follow him and to believe in his message of hope. This prophet's name was Turik. His name is ancient, and one not heard of for thousands of years, and indeed, he did claim to be the reincarnation of the original prophet that helped lead the Protectors of Faith to found their city in Paradise Hills.
Finally, one fateful morning in Arete, after touring the other cities, Turik returned with the faithful, the numbers doubling the population of Arete. There, in the Palace square, Turik lead his most motivation sermon, and called on the people to throw out those who were "...only holding onto the past with no plan for the future..." and Turik finally identified the man, who would be their devinely appointed ruler...their King. "On this day, the gods will lift up from among you all, one who has been devinely appointed to rule over you all, and his name is Seidrik!"
The crowd went cravingly mad, and threw out the people, who were keeping Aretania running...her stewards and stoned them in the square. Then, the mob stormed looted Arete, and in their passion marched to Arkadia, the home of Seidrik's family, and the people, who had come to him, those who had flocked to his banner of purple and white. Once in Arkadia, Seidrik strode out to meat them on his horse, behind a cadre of his best body guards, and with 100 archers in sniper positions to cover the crowd. The mob demanded that Seidrik rule over Aretania, as it had been devined by Turik, the speaker of the Gods. With a wary look toward his closest advisors, Seidrik humbly accepted and pledged to do his best in the eyes of the gods for the people of Aretania. Hence forth, are known as the times of the Arkadian Dynasty, and Seidrik became the first King of Aretania.
The people began to yearn for more direction, and many began seaking devine inspiration to appoint to them a new ruler. Into this time at the end of the Interregnum, an old man began travelling from city to city, leading massive sermons and proclaiming that one among them was already proclaimed to rule. Thousands began to follow him and to believe in his message of hope. This prophet's name was Turik. His name is ancient, and one not heard of for thousands of years, and indeed, he did claim to be the reincarnation of the original prophet that helped lead the Protectors of Faith to found their city in Paradise Hills.
Finally, one fateful morning in Arete, after touring the other cities, Turik returned with the faithful, the numbers doubling the population of Arete. There, in the Palace square, Turik lead his most motivation sermon, and called on the people to throw out those who were "...only holding onto the past with no plan for the future..." and Turik finally identified the man, who would be their devinely appointed ruler...their King. "On this day, the gods will lift up from among you all, one who has been devinely appointed to rule over you all, and his name is Seidrik!"
The crowd went cravingly mad, and threw out the people, who were keeping Aretania running...her stewards and stoned them in the square. Then, the mob stormed looted Arete, and in their passion marched to Arkadia, the home of Seidrik's family, and the people, who had come to him, those who had flocked to his banner of purple and white. Once in Arkadia, Seidrik strode out to meat them on his horse, behind a cadre of his best body guards, and with 100 archers in sniper positions to cover the crowd. The mob demanded that Seidrik rule over Aretania, as it had been devined by Turik, the speaker of the Gods. With a wary look toward his closest advisors, Seidrik humbly accepted and pledged to do his best in the eyes of the gods for the people of Aretania. Hence forth, are known as the times of the Arkadian Dynasty, and Seidrik became the first King of Aretania.
Arkadian Pledge of Alegience by mmm11105 aka Maron
Dutchfire, the second King of the Arkadian Dynasty