Draknith
King
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IDG II RP Thread
- Thread starter Vandal Warlord
- Start date
yeah it's awesome. Everyone is playing according to how they started. I love it!!!
Vandal Warlord
Nazgûl
OOC: I really like how the story is going as well.
As I reflect on my duties as Head of the Reichkaiser Family, I recall the traditions of the Reichkaiser ways. Although our family name is the Reichkaisers, we belong to a larger group. The Arkans. Our civilization had once been united, if only for a short time, under my three greats-grandfather Arkus the Great. We had settled in a fertile valley, known as Valakan. It was there where our culture flourished, and collapsed.
In our culture, a man was bound to a single woman for life. Disregarding the rule would result in death. Same with a woman. When a child was born, male or female, it would be kissed by family head, if worthy, if the child was not deemed worthy, the child was not kissed and killed. All male children were born to fight as a warrior, they were hard-wired killers from birth. The female children were raised by their mother, as either a farmer, or builder. When he or she was 10, they were paired with a future partner. When a women turned 14, she left her family to live with her husbands family, and begin her job as either farmer of builder. From then on, there would be no other ceremony a woman would participate in, unless they requested to join their husband or son on the Great Hunt.
Male children, at age 17, would go on the Great Hunt with their Father, Uncles, another designated by the head of the family, and Mother if she requested. The Hunt began when their members would go into the forest, and search for Lakoas, or "Great Beast", with the child (or children) at the lead. After one night, they would return with their best kill, if it was accepted by the rest of the family they would eat the beast and the child or children could be accepted as full Arkan warriors. From then on, the partners would build a home and raise a family. At any moment, the men of the house could be called into combat.
There have been 10 Arkan Kings:
Arkas I -UN
Arkas II-UN
Arkas III-UN
Lakansar-DIS
Dielos-DIS
Severos-DIS
Ano-DiS
Arkus the Great-UN
Hielos-DIS
Arkas IV-DIS
As I finish this entry, I dread on the day when we were scattered by the day it rained fire, and only the Reichkasiers and two other small families remained. We were forced into a nomadic society. Never-the-less, we upold all our traditions to this day
Journal of Sereus, Pretender to the Crown of the Arkan people.
UN-Unapposed
DIS- Apposed
The Arkan Warrior Culture
As I reflect on my duties as Head of the Reichkaiser Family, I recall the traditions of the Reichkaiser ways. Although our family name is the Reichkaisers, we belong to a larger group. The Arkans. Our civilization had once been united, if only for a short time, under my three greats-grandfather Arkus the Great. We had settled in a fertile valley, known as Valakan. It was there where our culture flourished, and collapsed.
In our culture, a man was bound to a single woman for life. Disregarding the rule would result in death. Same with a woman. When a child was born, male or female, it would be kissed by family head, if worthy, if the child was not deemed worthy, the child was not kissed and killed. All male children were born to fight as a warrior, they were hard-wired killers from birth. The female children were raised by their mother, as either a farmer, or builder. When he or she was 10, they were paired with a future partner. When a women turned 14, she left her family to live with her husbands family, and begin her job as either farmer of builder. From then on, there would be no other ceremony a woman would participate in, unless they requested to join their husband or son on the Great Hunt.
Male children, at age 17, would go on the Great Hunt with their Father, Uncles, another designated by the head of the family, and Mother if she requested. The Hunt began when their members would go into the forest, and search for Lakoas, or "Great Beast", with the child (or children) at the lead. After one night, they would return with their best kill, if it was accepted by the rest of the family they would eat the beast and the child or children could be accepted as full Arkan warriors. From then on, the partners would build a home and raise a family. At any moment, the men of the house could be called into combat.
There have been 10 Arkan Kings:
Arkas I -UN
Arkas II-UN
Arkas III-UN
Lakansar-DIS
Dielos-DIS
Severos-DIS
Ano-DiS
Arkus the Great-UN
Hielos-DIS
Arkas IV-DIS
As I finish this entry, I dread on the day when we were scattered by the day it rained fire, and only the Reichkasiers and two other small families remained. We were forced into a nomadic society. Never-the-less, we upold all our traditions to this day
Journal of Sereus, Pretender to the Crown of the Arkan people.
UN-Unapposed
DIS- Apposed
"Over there, men!"
Civplayah was very cautious in the process of founding the city. In fact, it took them years just to walk across a spot of land to get to where they wanted to found it.
"It has fresh water. We'll survive and prosper."
"Civplayah, what shall we name it?"
"Hmmm. Why don't we name it Artok. After my family's name."
"Yes, my lord. We shall spread the word"
Civplayah smiled at the thought of his own city, his own tribe. That night, he went to sleep in his Imperial Hut.
Civplayah was very cautious in the process of founding the city. In fact, it took them years just to walk across a spot of land to get to where they wanted to found it.
"It has fresh water. We'll survive and prosper."
"Civplayah, what shall we name it?"
"Hmmm. Why don't we name it Artok. After my family's name."
"Yes, my lord. We shall spread the word"
Civplayah smiled at the thought of his own city, his own tribe. That night, he went to sleep in his Imperial Hut.
Vandal Warlord
Nazgûl
Sereus was amazed at the progress they had made on the city. He had even walked onto the coast and saw the massive amount of water sprawled before them. But Sereus had serious business to attend to, the Great Hunt. After several months of training, tomorrow they would set off, Vandal, Sereus, and Lucius.
The next morning, they set off. All armed with a spear, and nothing more. Vandal and Lucius seemed to be totally insync as they cornered and killed a deer moments after entering the forest. Sereus was amazed, he had not found a single creature until the second day, when he had found a large, tusked creature that was covered in fur. As the day progressed Lucius and Vandal killed animal after animal, from deers to squirrels. None-the-less, the night caught up with them, and they were forced to camp. After Sereus started a fire, and Lucius cooked up some deer, did the true story begin.
"Father," Vandal had asked, " How far are we from Artok?"
"One day's march. Why?" It was then that Sereus saw smoke in the distance, and there was a rustling in the bushes. Immediately, Sereus grabbed his spear, then the raid began.
Seven men rushed through the bushes, armed with small hatchets. The one at the head, rushed Sereus. He reacted quickly, side stepping him, and causing him to miss. The man spun to face, Sereus, only to find the head of his spear, lodged into his chest. He collapsed to the ground, and Sereus found his next opponent. This one, did not rush him like the other had. He threw his axe, and then picked up his fallen comrade. Sereus jumped to his side, and then quickly stood back up. He gritted his teeth, and in turn threw his spear at the man. Finding its mark, the man flew back, dieing almost instantly. Sereus, picked up an axe from the dead man, and then dislodged his spear from the other. Another man came at Sereus, and the two collided into melee. The man swung his axe, only to be sidestepped. Sereus, returned with a slash of his axe, that crashed through the man's head. Sereus turned to find his son and Lucius fighting for their lives.
The next morning, they set off. All armed with a spear, and nothing more. Vandal and Lucius seemed to be totally insync as they cornered and killed a deer moments after entering the forest. Sereus was amazed, he had not found a single creature until the second day, when he had found a large, tusked creature that was covered in fur. As the day progressed Lucius and Vandal killed animal after animal, from deers to squirrels. None-the-less, the night caught up with them, and they were forced to camp. After Sereus started a fire, and Lucius cooked up some deer, did the true story begin.
"Father," Vandal had asked, " How far are we from Artok?"
"One day's march. Why?" It was then that Sereus saw smoke in the distance, and there was a rustling in the bushes. Immediately, Sereus grabbed his spear, then the raid began.
Seven men rushed through the bushes, armed with small hatchets. The one at the head, rushed Sereus. He reacted quickly, side stepping him, and causing him to miss. The man spun to face, Sereus, only to find the head of his spear, lodged into his chest. He collapsed to the ground, and Sereus found his next opponent. This one, did not rush him like the other had. He threw his axe, and then picked up his fallen comrade. Sereus jumped to his side, and then quickly stood back up. He gritted his teeth, and in turn threw his spear at the man. Finding its mark, the man flew back, dieing almost instantly. Sereus, picked up an axe from the dead man, and then dislodged his spear from the other. Another man came at Sereus, and the two collided into melee. The man swung his axe, only to be sidestepped. Sereus, returned with a slash of his axe, that crashed through the man's head. Sereus turned to find his son and Lucius fighting for their lives.
Draknith
King
The First Turn of the Seasons A.C. (Turn 1 After Civilization)
A most triumphant of days it was for the village. It was this day that the Emperor took his throne and began his full duties that were afforded to him through the family council. Not only was it a good day for the citizens of the new empire, but a new child had been born as well...
"It is a boy my Lord," exclaimed the young woman, "It's a BOY!!!"
Lord Draknith was besides himself. His wife and he had finally found the time in the past few months to take up the art of childbearing. Now that the Grand House of Huber was established, regular council meetings were occuring, and unification with the other citizens had been handled, Lord Draknith found himself with little else to do.
"May this day be forever remembered," said Lord Draknith.
It was then so. The official recorder of the Huber family came into the room and began work on a new scroll of the ancient paperroot fibers.
Later that evening at the families coucil...
"Yes, yes, thank you all, thank you all. It is by glory itself that I have received this gift of a son. However, there are still matters of the house that need to be addressed. Since you seem to be on edge my friend, perhaps the ancient reight of Draknith would like to speak," said Lord Draknith.
"I come here tonight to discuss this matter of our emperor, and his people's arrogance at destroying what unity we have found in this place," exclaimed Mencius.
"By what betrayal do you speak of my friend," questioned Lord Draknith?
"They wish to name this place Artok! After their own people. They wish to say that noone, but themselves has done what deeds we have done," responded Mencius.
Lord Draknith rose from his chair and walked around the small rounded table, "Do you know what you are saying? You would rather what, name the city Huber, or Draknith, or Dankis?!"
"Perhaps! A far better name if you ask me than this Artok," interupted Mencius.
"As the emperor we have given this man the ability to make these decisions. Make not like a stone in the water, and cause something of your sort. The name is a name. Glorius a name can be, but if Artok should fall, so shall we all. With the might of Artok behind us, we can build and even conquer new cities. Ones by which we may call own own. But know this my friend, if you wish to seperate us now, we will be forever sent to our wanderous past. One I will not repeat!" said Lord Draknith, "I move to strike this motion from the table. All in favor?"
And Rhonin Dankis of Huber placed his thumb upon the table, and said, "Brother, please listen to Draknith. These are not concerns of yours."
The night ended better than it had become earlier in the night. Discussions were held about what plans should be taken. Then some of the ancient chartreuse spirit was distributed amongst all, and chears and celebration could be heard comming from Lord Draknith's residence throughout the city.
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OCC: okay, wanted to create some stuff. Figure we can base our timeline and age on 'turns of the seasons" or one turn. I don't know how many 'human' years should be attributed to one turn, but if we use real dates, we'll be screwed with our first emperors living 1,000 of years. blah blah blah, we've all heard it before. Anywho, just wanted to stir up some controversy in the story, I think everything looks great, although I generall y have lots of luck with my capital named 'Huber'. haha j/k Hope you all enjoy the story, and I also threw in the official proclamations which we can use to voice our main characters desires for the advancement of our empire. What do ya think?
A most triumphant of days it was for the village. It was this day that the Emperor took his throne and began his full duties that were afforded to him through the family council. Not only was it a good day for the citizens of the new empire, but a new child had been born as well...
"It is a boy my Lord," exclaimed the young woman, "It's a BOY!!!"
Lord Draknith was besides himself. His wife and he had finally found the time in the past few months to take up the art of childbearing. Now that the Grand House of Huber was established, regular council meetings were occuring, and unification with the other citizens had been handled, Lord Draknith found himself with little else to do.
"May this day be forever remembered," said Lord Draknith.
It was then so. The official recorder of the Huber family came into the room and began work on a new scroll of the ancient paperroot fibers.
Later that evening at the families coucil...
"Yes, yes, thank you all, thank you all. It is by glory itself that I have received this gift of a son. However, there are still matters of the house that need to be addressed. Since you seem to be on edge my friend, perhaps the ancient reight of Draknith would like to speak," said Lord Draknith.
"I come here tonight to discuss this matter of our emperor, and his people's arrogance at destroying what unity we have found in this place," exclaimed Mencius.
"By what betrayal do you speak of my friend," questioned Lord Draknith?
"They wish to name this place Artok! After their own people. They wish to say that noone, but themselves has done what deeds we have done," responded Mencius.
Lord Draknith rose from his chair and walked around the small rounded table, "Do you know what you are saying? You would rather what, name the city Huber, or Draknith, or Dankis?!"
"Perhaps! A far better name if you ask me than this Artok," interupted Mencius.
"As the emperor we have given this man the ability to make these decisions. Make not like a stone in the water, and cause something of your sort. The name is a name. Glorius a name can be, but if Artok should fall, so shall we all. With the might of Artok behind us, we can build and even conquer new cities. Ones by which we may call own own. But know this my friend, if you wish to seperate us now, we will be forever sent to our wanderous past. One I will not repeat!" said Lord Draknith, "I move to strike this motion from the table. All in favor?"
And Rhonin Dankis of Huber placed his thumb upon the table, and said, "Brother, please listen to Draknith. These are not concerns of yours."
The night ended better than it had become earlier in the night. Discussions were held about what plans should be taken. Then some of the ancient chartreuse spirit was distributed amongst all, and chears and celebration could be heard comming from Lord Draknith's residence throughout the city.
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OCC: okay, wanted to create some stuff. Figure we can base our timeline and age on 'turns of the seasons" or one turn. I don't know how many 'human' years should be attributed to one turn, but if we use real dates, we'll be screwed with our first emperors living 1,000 of years. blah blah blah, we've all heard it before. Anywho, just wanted to stir up some controversy in the story, I think everything looks great, although I generall y have lots of luck with my capital named 'Huber'. haha j/k Hope you all enjoy the story, and I also threw in the official proclamations which we can use to voice our main characters desires for the advancement of our empire. What do ya think?
Lord Civius
Emperor
Civius stood before the House of Octavia and proclaimed their allegiance to the Artonian Empire. A great day this is for all of us. No longer would we wander the the lands in search of food. The Emperor has given our lives purpose and I do hereby swear my loyalty to him. The rest of the House stood and swore loyalty to the emperor as well. Just then Meka ran into the Octavian Hall (in the west wing of the Palace) crying and screaming holding her son, now 2 years old. An elder of the House shouted, "A woman is not allowed in this hall my lord she must be removed." Now Civius did not want to offend the elders at such an important time in our history so he escorted his daughter out and calmed her down. "Lets take a walk Meka, tell me what troubles your heart."
As they walked down the shoreline she explained how the House of Huber proclaimed the son of Draknith was to succeed him and not the son of Rhonin, as lord Draknith proclaimed at their wedding. "My son is being robbed of his birthright!" she screamed, her eyes cold and hard. Civius had not seen her like this since she'd agreed to become a wife and give up her warrior culture. "I will never forgive him father and he will pay" then she walked away her son screaming in her arms......
As they walked down the shoreline she explained how the House of Huber proclaimed the son of Draknith was to succeed him and not the son of Rhonin, as lord Draknith proclaimed at their wedding. "My son is being robbed of his birthright!" she screamed, her eyes cold and hard. Civius had not seen her like this since she'd agreed to become a wife and give up her warrior culture. "I will never forgive him father and he will pay" then she walked away her son screaming in her arms......
Vandal Warlord
Nazgûl
Nearly 5 minutes after the battle began, it was over. With all seven killed, Lucius and Vandal, had both made two kills. The three returned home to open arms, bringing the head of the raider's leader.
Several months later-
Vandal looked upon his wife with awe. Although she was paired with Vandal three years ago, Vandal had never seen her until a year ago. Her name was Alicia and she was not very tall, unlike Vandal and the Reichkaiser family, she had angelic blond hair and had the figure of an angel too. Her eyes were pools of blue, that seemed to reveal your true self. In her arms was Vandal's newborn son, Cathal Ua Riechkasier. He had been born days after Vandal had returned from the Hunt. He did not have the Reichkaiser black hair, or Vandal's white, but of this auburn color.
"Sereus is looking for you." Alicia said to Vandal, as Cathal fell asleep.
"Did he say what for?" Vandal asked, wondering why. Alicia shook her head. Vandal, left after kissing his child and wife good bye, and after a short walk, he made it to his father's hut.
Vandal entered the hut to find Sereus lying in bed. Vandal dropped to his side, and began to pray.
"Save it my son," Sereus began " I have called you here for a favor." Vandal shook his head knowingly.
"I want you *cough* to give this to our king, and to have those" Sereus pointed to a weapon on the wall behind him. And then, instantly, he died. Vandal kissed his father, and grabbed the weapons on the wall. They were small gauntlets, and when Vandal put them on he noticed, that they had a small string like divise that, once he had it over his hands, looked like a spiders web. Vandal examined them, and
put his hands in fists, to find an axe's blade extend from the gauntlet. Suprised and amazed, Vandal opened his hand, and the blade returned. With that, Vandal spirited the small sack away.
Several months later-
Vandal looked upon his wife with awe. Although she was paired with Vandal three years ago, Vandal had never seen her until a year ago. Her name was Alicia and she was not very tall, unlike Vandal and the Reichkaiser family, she had angelic blond hair and had the figure of an angel too. Her eyes were pools of blue, that seemed to reveal your true self. In her arms was Vandal's newborn son, Cathal Ua Riechkasier. He had been born days after Vandal had returned from the Hunt. He did not have the Reichkaiser black hair, or Vandal's white, but of this auburn color.
"Sereus is looking for you." Alicia said to Vandal, as Cathal fell asleep.
"Did he say what for?" Vandal asked, wondering why. Alicia shook her head. Vandal, left after kissing his child and wife good bye, and after a short walk, he made it to his father's hut.
Vandal entered the hut to find Sereus lying in bed. Vandal dropped to his side, and began to pray.
"Save it my son," Sereus began " I have called you here for a favor." Vandal shook his head knowingly.
"I want you *cough* to give this to our king, and to have those" Sereus pointed to a weapon on the wall behind him. And then, instantly, he died. Vandal kissed his father, and grabbed the weapons on the wall. They were small gauntlets, and when Vandal put them on he noticed, that they had a small string like divise that, once he had it over his hands, looked like a spiders web. Vandal examined them, and
put his hands in fists, to find an axe's blade extend from the gauntlet. Suprised and amazed, Vandal opened his hand, and the blade returned. With that, Vandal spirited the small sack away.
Vandal Warlord
Nazgûl
The Emperor had recived the notice from Vandal only moments after Sereus' passing. It was his last will, carving it into a slab of stone, so that it could not be changed. The results were as followed;
After giving the Emperor the message, Vandal returned and gave the news to his people. It was desided that Sereus would be burned on a pyre. The ceremony, took only moments before his remains began rising to the heavens.
Several days later....
It was early in the morning, the sun just begining to rise, when Vandal began his morning walk. He had been doing so ever since his father had died. As he made a turn towords home, he saw smoke in the distance, and it was in the direction of his brothers home. Vandal ran.
-Vandal becomes de facto King of the Arkans
- Reyyk Reichkaiser is given a pardon for past infractions
- All of his possesions are split between his two living sons
- Reyyk Reichkaiser is given a pardon for past infractions
- All of his possesions are split between his two living sons
After giving the Emperor the message, Vandal returned and gave the news to his people. It was desided that Sereus would be burned on a pyre. The ceremony, took only moments before his remains began rising to the heavens.
Several days later....
It was early in the morning, the sun just begining to rise, when Vandal began his morning walk. He had been doing so ever since his father had died. As he made a turn towords home, he saw smoke in the distance, and it was in the direction of his brothers home. Vandal ran.
Vandal Warlord
Nazgûl
OOC: Someone else RP PLEASE!
When Vandal reached the scene the fire was out, with a sad Reyyk staring at his burnt home. Vandal came over to him and asked, "How did this happen?". Reyyk didn't move for a minutes and then replied.
"They came in and killed Aeren, Jaersa, and little Reyyk. Then set the house on fire. I was out on a walk, and when I returned it was on fire. I ran in and got Jaersa's body, but couldn't get the others' in time." Reyyk paused, his eyes still fixated on the pile of ash, " It was Gereus' son."
Vandal was taken aback by the comment, but then remembered his angry face when he announced the results of the will. Vandal put a hand on his uncle's shoulder when Chareus ran onto the scene with a spear in his hand.
"I've got news"
"Gereus has managed to build up a formidable force, numbering 100 in strength. It is compiled solely with tribes that refused to recognize the Emperor. He plans to kill off our family so that he may become 'King of the Arkans'," Chaerus said after they made it to Vandal's hut. Reyyk was still in a state of shock, but Vandal managed to reply.
"Why? What have we done to upset him?" Vandal replied. Chareus was about to say when Alicia came in, nursing little Cathal.
"Maybe it was the will." She replied, she then returned her attention to Cathal, who yawned after he had finished. Vandal shook his head in agreement, then the four began a counter attack.
When Vandal reached the scene the fire was out, with a sad Reyyk staring at his burnt home. Vandal came over to him and asked, "How did this happen?". Reyyk didn't move for a minutes and then replied.
"They came in and killed Aeren, Jaersa, and little Reyyk. Then set the house on fire. I was out on a walk, and when I returned it was on fire. I ran in and got Jaersa's body, but couldn't get the others' in time." Reyyk paused, his eyes still fixated on the pile of ash, " It was Gereus' son."
Vandal was taken aback by the comment, but then remembered his angry face when he announced the results of the will. Vandal put a hand on his uncle's shoulder when Chareus ran onto the scene with a spear in his hand.
"I've got news"
"Gereus has managed to build up a formidable force, numbering 100 in strength. It is compiled solely with tribes that refused to recognize the Emperor. He plans to kill off our family so that he may become 'King of the Arkans'," Chaerus said after they made it to Vandal's hut. Reyyk was still in a state of shock, but Vandal managed to reply.
"Why? What have we done to upset him?" Vandal replied. Chareus was about to say when Alicia came in, nursing little Cathal.
"Maybe it was the will." She replied, she then returned her attention to Cathal, who yawned after he had finished. Vandal shook his head in agreement, then the four began a counter attack.
Draknith
King
OCC: Sorry for the delay in my RP guys. Had a few gigs this weekend, and those usually take up most of my time. Lots of interesting story lines going on. I will try and help fill in the gaps without adding too much more. Should have everything up by this afternoon.
Draknith
King
It was around the 18th turn of the seasons that a momentous change occured in the Grand House of Huber. After the long struggles to find a home things had finnaly settled down. The royal house had grow extensively over the past 18 turns. However, it was also becoming clear that many of the elders, those who had toiled in the wilderness, were getting on in their years. Lord Draknith was comming to terms with his age, and he felt the need to address the house.
It was during the annual conference of the Huber family that he made his address. Many came to tears at the thought of their wise leader stepping down from the leadership to spend his final years with his wife and family, which had now grown to three children: Polaris the oldest, followed by Penelope, and Canto the youngest. Lord Draknith had detailed the story of the ancients, how the group came togther and sought a home for many generations. How they came upon the others that fateful day near the woods, and how together the seperate houses had formed one great community. After this, the Lord of the House explained his vision for the future. How he hoped the house would continue striving for advancement, and the continued success of the relationships that he had worked so hard to develop. Although some in the family rose throughout the night demanding that Draknith continue as their leader, he would have none of it. Then, with his last message he explained how he wished to change the format of the house.
No longer would the Draknith's and the Dankis' have to be subservant to the tribe of Huber. All had worked at creating this family, and all should share in it's success. He outlined, and confirmed the full voting rights of all males in the family. All men reaching the age of succession would be allowed one vote. Leaders would now be chosen by the family. Although only individuals attaining the reights of Huber, Draknith, or Dankis could be nominated for leadership. All in all, Lord Draknith had formally placed what had been traditional in the family into law.
With a tearful final speach, Lord Draknith stepped down from the leadership of the House of Huber, and took his rightful place amongst his fellow man. By now, many of the young had grown up, and it was the job of them to lead the house to further victory. Polaris had been given the reight of Huber, Rhonin still the head of the reight of Dankis also at this point decided to grant his son, Octavian the reight of Dankis, and Lucius, champion of the hunt, was deemed the reight of Draknith. With the new potential rulers in place, the vote came down to the house.
The males placed their votes, and although none owed their loyalty to the Huber tribe any longer, the house leader was proclaimed.
Draknith Huber of Huber knew that this may present a problem, as the wife of Rhonin had been pleading for her son's right to become leader. However, since the view of the individuals of the house believed Polaris to be the best for the position, they voted him in. Whether this would cause a continued problem in the house, was a matter to be uncovered later. For now, the family was happy about their new leader, and the vision he would take.
It was during the annual conference of the Huber family that he made his address. Many came to tears at the thought of their wise leader stepping down from the leadership to spend his final years with his wife and family, which had now grown to three children: Polaris the oldest, followed by Penelope, and Canto the youngest. Lord Draknith had detailed the story of the ancients, how the group came togther and sought a home for many generations. How they came upon the others that fateful day near the woods, and how together the seperate houses had formed one great community. After this, the Lord of the House explained his vision for the future. How he hoped the house would continue striving for advancement, and the continued success of the relationships that he had worked so hard to develop. Although some in the family rose throughout the night demanding that Draknith continue as their leader, he would have none of it. Then, with his last message he explained how he wished to change the format of the house.
No longer would the Draknith's and the Dankis' have to be subservant to the tribe of Huber. All had worked at creating this family, and all should share in it's success. He outlined, and confirmed the full voting rights of all males in the family. All men reaching the age of succession would be allowed one vote. Leaders would now be chosen by the family. Although only individuals attaining the reights of Huber, Draknith, or Dankis could be nominated for leadership. All in all, Lord Draknith had formally placed what had been traditional in the family into law.
With a tearful final speach, Lord Draknith stepped down from the leadership of the House of Huber, and took his rightful place amongst his fellow man. By now, many of the young had grown up, and it was the job of them to lead the house to further victory. Polaris had been given the reight of Huber, Rhonin still the head of the reight of Dankis also at this point decided to grant his son, Octavian the reight of Dankis, and Lucius, champion of the hunt, was deemed the reight of Draknith. With the new potential rulers in place, the vote came down to the house.
The males placed their votes, and although none owed their loyalty to the Huber tribe any longer, the house leader was proclaimed.
Draknith Huber of Huber knew that this may present a problem, as the wife of Rhonin had been pleading for her son's right to become leader. However, since the view of the individuals of the house believed Polaris to be the best for the position, they voted him in. Whether this would cause a continued problem in the house, was a matter to be uncovered later. For now, the family was happy about their new leader, and the vision he would take.
Draknith
King
During his first official grand council of the House of Huber, Polaris stood before his fellow family members.
"It has come to my attention that one of own fellow houses is in the midst of turmoil," explained Lord Polaris.
Within the small nation breaks had developed within the community, and the House of Artok was falling into a civl war. It was the hope of Polaris the new Lord of the Grand House of Huber to keep the leadership of the Arkans in place. He would stop at nothing to ensure that the rule of law continued. After all, should one family fall into disorder, it could lead other strong contenders to the various thrones of the houses to build their own armies and attempt to destroy the fabric of continuity amongst the houses.
Lord Polaris again spoke, "I, Polaris demand that Gereus step down from this path that he is walking, or be subject to the power of the House of Huber. I will not allow this usurper to take his place on the throne of the House of Artok. I ask that Lucius, champion of the hunt, build a force from our house to ally themselves with the rightful leaders of the house of Artok, and to counter any movement made by the rebels."
It had been done. The first signs of discord amonst the houses was developing. Lucius stood before the council and accepted his new appointment. He then went about recruiting the best the Grand House of Huber had to offer, and begain training them, as he had been trained. What happened after that is a story yet to be told...
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OCC: Vandal, if you want to detail the battle or lack there of please feel free to. I just wanted to show that the House of Huber was allying itself with your rightful leaders of your house.
"It has come to my attention that one of own fellow houses is in the midst of turmoil," explained Lord Polaris.
Within the small nation breaks had developed within the community, and the House of Artok was falling into a civl war. It was the hope of Polaris the new Lord of the Grand House of Huber to keep the leadership of the Arkans in place. He would stop at nothing to ensure that the rule of law continued. After all, should one family fall into disorder, it could lead other strong contenders to the various thrones of the houses to build their own armies and attempt to destroy the fabric of continuity amongst the houses.
Lord Polaris again spoke, "I, Polaris demand that Gereus step down from this path that he is walking, or be subject to the power of the House of Huber. I will not allow this usurper to take his place on the throne of the House of Artok. I ask that Lucius, champion of the hunt, build a force from our house to ally themselves with the rightful leaders of the house of Artok, and to counter any movement made by the rebels."
It had been done. The first signs of discord amonst the houses was developing. Lucius stood before the council and accepted his new appointment. He then went about recruiting the best the Grand House of Huber had to offer, and begain training them, as he had been trained. What happened after that is a story yet to be told...
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OCC: Vandal, if you want to detail the battle or lack there of please feel free to. I just wanted to show that the House of Huber was allying itself with your rightful leaders of your house.
Vandal Warlord
Nazgûl
Vandal and his soldiers began their march at sundown, and arrived at the battle sight in the dawn. It was an open field that sprawled across the area, with hills in the distance, this had be chosen as the field of battle soon after Lucius had joined them.
Vandal exhaled deeply as his soldiers began organizing themselves into proper rank. He looked to his sides. On his left were Lucius and Reyyk, who nodded when Vandal looked at them. Then there was Alicia on his right, who had insisted on leading her own regiment. She smiled when Vandal looked at her. It was only moments later when Gereus' forces came into view.
Gereus' forces where a rag-tag band of barbarians, armed with clubs, hatchets, and other various weapons. Vandal even noticed one man with a block of wood. They began running when they noticed Vandal and his forces apparently without orders to do so as Gereus, who was at the front, looked clearly upset.
Vandal grinned, knowing he would have an early upper hand. " Stand fast! " He yelled as they were approaching. It was then only moments before they were five meters awat when Vandal yelled, "Spears!" and the seccond line of troops, which were armed with spears, lowered the spears over their friend's shoulders. The first lines crashed into the spears, splatting blood clear across the front lines. Vandal himself had two spears over his shoulders and therefore got twice the blood. Then, as they had planned, the first lines fought foreward, causing many of the men to run. Vandal turned to his soldiers and yelled, "Kill them all!". His men did just that, breaking from rank, and slaughtering all men in sight.
Vandal himself charged right for Gereus who was trying to get his men to return. Vandal knocked Gereus over, disarming him. Gereus looked up in shock, as Vandal took out his axe and pointed it at him.
"Gereus! You have disgraced the Arkan People, and for that you must recieve the Severe Fault!" And with those words, Vandal beheaded Gereus. Vandal grabbed the severed head and looked around, his men surrounded him, with their weapons bloodied. Vandal put the head high in the air and yelled.
"VICTORY!!!"
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OOC: I would request that the battle be refered to as, The Battle of the Great Field.
Vandal exhaled deeply as his soldiers began organizing themselves into proper rank. He looked to his sides. On his left were Lucius and Reyyk, who nodded when Vandal looked at them. Then there was Alicia on his right, who had insisted on leading her own regiment. She smiled when Vandal looked at her. It was only moments later when Gereus' forces came into view.
Gereus' forces where a rag-tag band of barbarians, armed with clubs, hatchets, and other various weapons. Vandal even noticed one man with a block of wood. They began running when they noticed Vandal and his forces apparently without orders to do so as Gereus, who was at the front, looked clearly upset.
Vandal grinned, knowing he would have an early upper hand. " Stand fast! " He yelled as they were approaching. It was then only moments before they were five meters awat when Vandal yelled, "Spears!" and the seccond line of troops, which were armed with spears, lowered the spears over their friend's shoulders. The first lines crashed into the spears, splatting blood clear across the front lines. Vandal himself had two spears over his shoulders and therefore got twice the blood. Then, as they had planned, the first lines fought foreward, causing many of the men to run. Vandal turned to his soldiers and yelled, "Kill them all!". His men did just that, breaking from rank, and slaughtering all men in sight.
Vandal himself charged right for Gereus who was trying to get his men to return. Vandal knocked Gereus over, disarming him. Gereus looked up in shock, as Vandal took out his axe and pointed it at him.
"Gereus! You have disgraced the Arkan People, and for that you must recieve the Severe Fault!" And with those words, Vandal beheaded Gereus. Vandal grabbed the severed head and looked around, his men surrounded him, with their weapons bloodied. Vandal put the head high in the air and yelled.
"VICTORY!!!"
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OOC: I would request that the battle be refered to as, The Battle of the Great Field.
Draknith
King
After the battle had taken place, Lucius Draknith of the House of Huber stood looking at the fallen. It had only been about 20 mins of battle, but the casualties laid out before them number many. It had been the advanced training, and technology that had won the day. Lucius was very please not only at the valor of the army, but at his own display in battle. He had not fallen back to let his men fight, as many had thought he would. Instead he stood fast at the front of the line and killed at least 5 men himself.
He looked over at his friend Vandal, the new leader of the Reichkaiser house, and smiled. The two were thrilled and began to walk towards eachother.
"An excellent display my friend," said Vandal.
"Not too bad yourself," replied Lucius, "although you couldn't have done it without me."
Vandal knew his friend was joking, but it was true. Although the army of Gereus was small, it was a combined effort that won the day. As night began to fall the group gathered up the injured and headed back towards home.
Upon returning to the small city, the small army could see a line of fire laid out before them. As the army strolled through the ring of fire, shouts could be heard from all around. Finnally the leaders of the army made their way to the end of the line, and there stood Emperor Jao.
"Today is a great day for our people! For it is this day that the might of our armies have crushed the opposition that wished to defeat the progress we have made. In honor of your victory, I offer to you Vandal, head of the House of Reichkaiser this Triumph. May you have the pride of being Warlord for the day. All shall address you as they do myself, and a grand feast has been made to your benefit." Exclaimed the Emperor.
As Vandal, Lucius, and the other leaders of the army walked towards the palace for thier feast, Lucius leaned over to his friend.
"It strikes me odd that Emperor would have allowed this rebellion in the first place. I know he is growing in age, but perhaps his control on this people has wavered." said Lucius.
"My sentiments are the same my friend, but let us not think about the politics today, for we are to dine as the warriors we are, and I understand that you Huberians have concocted a special brew for our feast," replied Vandal.
"Oh yes, and I guarantee that after a couple glasses of it, you will want to fight even more, but will hardly be able to pick up a club..." responded Lucius.
The two continued to talk as they walked into the palace. As they did a great smile arose across the face of the Huber's former leader Draknith. A great sucess for the family he thought, and a great alliance in the works... it would be unfortunate however that he would not see the culmination of the friendship. As the candles burned down, so did the life of the great Draknith. On the eve of glory, the great man took his final breath and fell to the great sleep of the beyond...
He looked over at his friend Vandal, the new leader of the Reichkaiser house, and smiled. The two were thrilled and began to walk towards eachother.
"An excellent display my friend," said Vandal.
"Not too bad yourself," replied Lucius, "although you couldn't have done it without me."
Vandal knew his friend was joking, but it was true. Although the army of Gereus was small, it was a combined effort that won the day. As night began to fall the group gathered up the injured and headed back towards home.
Upon returning to the small city, the small army could see a line of fire laid out before them. As the army strolled through the ring of fire, shouts could be heard from all around. Finnally the leaders of the army made their way to the end of the line, and there stood Emperor Jao.
"Today is a great day for our people! For it is this day that the might of our armies have crushed the opposition that wished to defeat the progress we have made. In honor of your victory, I offer to you Vandal, head of the House of Reichkaiser this Triumph. May you have the pride of being Warlord for the day. All shall address you as they do myself, and a grand feast has been made to your benefit." Exclaimed the Emperor.
As Vandal, Lucius, and the other leaders of the army walked towards the palace for thier feast, Lucius leaned over to his friend.
"It strikes me odd that Emperor would have allowed this rebellion in the first place. I know he is growing in age, but perhaps his control on this people has wavered." said Lucius.
"My sentiments are the same my friend, but let us not think about the politics today, for we are to dine as the warriors we are, and I understand that you Huberians have concocted a special brew for our feast," replied Vandal.
"Oh yes, and I guarantee that after a couple glasses of it, you will want to fight even more, but will hardly be able to pick up a club..." responded Lucius.
The two continued to talk as they walked into the palace. As they did a great smile arose across the face of the Huber's former leader Draknith. A great sucess for the family he thought, and a great alliance in the works... it would be unfortunate however that he would not see the culmination of the friendship. As the candles burned down, so did the life of the great Draknith. On the eve of glory, the great man took his final breath and fell to the great sleep of the beyond...
Draknith
King
Let me know what you think about this rant. I was trying to get the RP timeline up to spead with the game play.
"Polaris, your father gave me this book to give to you, right before he past," said Polaris' wife.
A small inscription was laid out on the inside of the cover... "Should you ever need something to read, which may help you understand the events around you, read this. I did, and your great uncle would be proud."
Polaris opened the book and turned to a passage on the Huber family back when it was still just the ancient tribes.
Little did Polaris know that what he just read would help him to understand more than he wished to know...
"Polaris, your father gave me this book to give to you, right before he past," said Polaris' wife.
A small inscription was laid out on the inside of the cover... "Should you ever need something to read, which may help you understand the events around you, read this. I did, and your great uncle would be proud."
Polaris opened the book and turned to a passage on the Huber family back when it was still just the ancient tribes.
Little did Polaris know that what he just read would help him to understand more than he wished to know...
Draknith
King
The First Rebellion Turn 35-40
It had been a long time since the passage of Lord Huber and Rhonin. Life took on a simpler feel; Day came and Night past, rains fell and the Earth died, food grew and was gathered. However, things were happening too. Work boats were built, warriors gain recognition, and the city grew. All this growth however came at a price. No longer were the houses merely the focal point of the city, but outsiders came and developed other classes of people other than the powerful Lords and their families. To some this was viewed as progress and the further development of civilization, but some viewed it as a foul thing, with the ever present small minority that viewed it as a sickness that needed to be cleansed. All in all though people worked with their common man to further drive the machine that was the Arkan civilization.
One day changed everything in this small, developing world. A change that rocked the fabric of the city, and the near destruction of a family.
"Polaris, come on, you are going to be late for your uncle's ceremony," Polaris' wife said.
"He's not even my uncle, and from what I understand he may not even be worth going to this ceremony for." Polaris responded.
"Oh stop now, and get a move on. You are the head of the Family and need to be there," demanded Ry.
Polairs knew his duties and knew that a decision needed to be made. Since the passing of Rhonin and Lord Draknith, the family had grown. Rhonin had another child with Mekka once the sucession reight was handled. However, Mekka grew distant with the family and stayed with the Octavians most of her days. She had grown quite powerful for a woman in her position, and it was something she cared very much for. More than her second possibly, but never her first.
Octavian was a young man now, one ready to take the reight of his birth. He had already been made Lord of the Dankis tribe and with his connection to his grandfather, who was the head of the Octavian House, his wealth teetered on the brink of establishing himself as a new house in the Council of Houses. He was loved by many, and had power unlike most. But he never abused it. His favorite people growing up were definatly his grandfathers,Lord Civius and Lord Draknith. They showered him with praise, and taught him everything they knew. His rivals were small, but a deadly group they were.
The Dankis' weren't the only part of the Huber House. The Draknith's who had only just recently lost their head of tribe was a fowl man in his later years. Mencius had grown bitter as most of the Draknith's do in later years. His suspicions grew, and hatred of others boiled into near trechery. One time he even entered the council chambers at the palace during a meeting of the Lords and demanded the heads of two leaders newly arrived from outside the city. The ensuing charge flew one individual over the top, and his sarcastic nod to the head of the Draknith's almost cost him his head. He had tried again and again to get his first son Lucius to join in his demand to rid the city of immigrants, but always failed. His twin sons however took the violence of their father's imagination to life.
"Did you hear about what they found near the the Halases (immigrant part of the city) again?" Questioned a woman at the funernal ceremony.
Lord Polaris caught wind of the ensuing conversation, and was particularily offended by the description of the killing. Recently the small blood trails in back alleys that were usually from animal sacrifices were turining into reports of human sacrifices. Much was tried to solve the situation, but the Emperor seemed unable to stop the violence.
Lord Polaris took a seat next to the other Lords. His face looking upon that of Mencius. His funeral had become a big deal to most, but Polaris believed they only came to spit at the corpse and wish it curses for beyond the grave.
After the funeral Lord Polaris walked out of the small chamber in the palace. Realizing he was going the wrong way as he was going to have lunch with Octavian, Lucius, and Vandal, he ducked down an alley. He stopped however near a small window when he heard two voices.
"You heard him then, did you?" Questioned the one.
"Did I did," replied the second.
"Good, the we know what must be done. The fowl blooded will be dispatched. It is our father's last wish," said the two in perfect sincronization.
As Lord Polaris reached to see into the window to uncover the identities, the two rushed off, and nothing could be seen.
Lunch went as planned and day soon became night. Lord Polaris reached his house in the Nefres heights to his wife in tears.
"What has happened my love," wondered Polaris?
Ry, Polaris' wife, began telling her husband about the death of Rhonan, Rhonin's second son. 'The fowl blood' Polaris wondered. 'Could it be true that I heard today what has just recently transpired?'
Polaris stood up and made his way over to Octavian's. If his suspicions were correct he knew his friend would need his help...
(To be continued)
It had been a long time since the passage of Lord Huber and Rhonin. Life took on a simpler feel; Day came and Night past, rains fell and the Earth died, food grew and was gathered. However, things were happening too. Work boats were built, warriors gain recognition, and the city grew. All this growth however came at a price. No longer were the houses merely the focal point of the city, but outsiders came and developed other classes of people other than the powerful Lords and their families. To some this was viewed as progress and the further development of civilization, but some viewed it as a foul thing, with the ever present small minority that viewed it as a sickness that needed to be cleansed. All in all though people worked with their common man to further drive the machine that was the Arkan civilization.
One day changed everything in this small, developing world. A change that rocked the fabric of the city, and the near destruction of a family.
"Polaris, come on, you are going to be late for your uncle's ceremony," Polaris' wife said.
"He's not even my uncle, and from what I understand he may not even be worth going to this ceremony for." Polaris responded.
"Oh stop now, and get a move on. You are the head of the Family and need to be there," demanded Ry.
Polairs knew his duties and knew that a decision needed to be made. Since the passing of Rhonin and Lord Draknith, the family had grown. Rhonin had another child with Mekka once the sucession reight was handled. However, Mekka grew distant with the family and stayed with the Octavians most of her days. She had grown quite powerful for a woman in her position, and it was something she cared very much for. More than her second possibly, but never her first.
Octavian was a young man now, one ready to take the reight of his birth. He had already been made Lord of the Dankis tribe and with his connection to his grandfather, who was the head of the Octavian House, his wealth teetered on the brink of establishing himself as a new house in the Council of Houses. He was loved by many, and had power unlike most. But he never abused it. His favorite people growing up were definatly his grandfathers,Lord Civius and Lord Draknith. They showered him with praise, and taught him everything they knew. His rivals were small, but a deadly group they were.
The Dankis' weren't the only part of the Huber House. The Draknith's who had only just recently lost their head of tribe was a fowl man in his later years. Mencius had grown bitter as most of the Draknith's do in later years. His suspicions grew, and hatred of others boiled into near trechery. One time he even entered the council chambers at the palace during a meeting of the Lords and demanded the heads of two leaders newly arrived from outside the city. The ensuing charge flew one individual over the top, and his sarcastic nod to the head of the Draknith's almost cost him his head. He had tried again and again to get his first son Lucius to join in his demand to rid the city of immigrants, but always failed. His twin sons however took the violence of their father's imagination to life.
"Did you hear about what they found near the the Halases (immigrant part of the city) again?" Questioned a woman at the funernal ceremony.
Lord Polaris caught wind of the ensuing conversation, and was particularily offended by the description of the killing. Recently the small blood trails in back alleys that were usually from animal sacrifices were turining into reports of human sacrifices. Much was tried to solve the situation, but the Emperor seemed unable to stop the violence.
Lord Polaris took a seat next to the other Lords. His face looking upon that of Mencius. His funeral had become a big deal to most, but Polaris believed they only came to spit at the corpse and wish it curses for beyond the grave.
After the funeral Lord Polaris walked out of the small chamber in the palace. Realizing he was going the wrong way as he was going to have lunch with Octavian, Lucius, and Vandal, he ducked down an alley. He stopped however near a small window when he heard two voices.
"You heard him then, did you?" Questioned the one.
"Did I did," replied the second.
"Good, the we know what must be done. The fowl blooded will be dispatched. It is our father's last wish," said the two in perfect sincronization.
As Lord Polaris reached to see into the window to uncover the identities, the two rushed off, and nothing could be seen.
Lunch went as planned and day soon became night. Lord Polaris reached his house in the Nefres heights to his wife in tears.
"What has happened my love," wondered Polaris?
Ry, Polaris' wife, began telling her husband about the death of Rhonan, Rhonin's second son. 'The fowl blood' Polaris wondered. 'Could it be true that I heard today what has just recently transpired?'
Polaris stood up and made his way over to Octavian's. If his suspicions were correct he knew his friend would need his help...
(To be continued)
Draknith
King
Upon arriving at Octavian's, Polaris noticed that his friend was walking up to his house. Polaris stopped Octavian and the two talked for a moment. After Polaris explained what happened, Octavian looked upon his friend with shock. The two made their way over to Rhonan's house to confirm the death.
The Emperor's personal guard had already closed the house off to outsiders. WIth the arrival of Lord Polaris, the guards stepped aside to let the him through. What he saw was a massacre. Blood was pooling on the ground, splater marks were strewn throughout the front atrium, and on the floor near the back of the room was Rhonan. His body cold and lifeless. Octavian ran to the body, and held it within his arms. His tunic becoming soak in red blood.
After a few minutes other members of the family began showing up. Then the worst occured. Mekka, widow of Rhonin, and princess of the Octavia House entered the domocile. She looked upon the body before her, and a rage developed within her soul. She began screaming, and demanding answers. With none to be found, she began throwing herself at the guards.
"Why did you not prevent this!" she shouted.
Octavian went to his mother's side, and the two embraced. He walked her outside, and consoled her. Soon though Lucius and one of his brothers arrived at the house. Lucius asked Polaris about the situation and about what had occured. He further explained that Romulax arrived at his house with the urgent message to get over here as soon as possible. Polaris seemed unnerved at this explanation, but passed it off quickly.
It was but just a little after when Romanux appeared with an individual being held by two Imperial Guards.
"I found this man wondering around the grounds. He didn't respond to me, and doesn't seem to understand when I speak to him," said Romanux.
The man was one of the latest groups of immigrants to the city. He understood nothing when spoken too, and had on his person numerous blood stains and a knife when he was taken into custody.
The next day a trial was set and quickly the man was found guilty by the jury panel, and the Emperor sumarily sent the man to be executed. This incident sparked off a rise in immigrant riots, and to combat this threat to the city the Emperor was forced to have guards in the streets at all times now. This lead to further unrest which began spilling over in to the house families. Many of the younger children and women of the houses were being harrassed by the lower classes of the city. On the first anniversary of the execution, a large riot enveloped the halleses and one of the young cousins to the Emperor was attacked and brutally beaten. If it hadn't been for one of Octavian's workers noticing the boy, he very well may have died.
With continuous upheaval amongst the various groups, families carried with themselves body guards, and even gangs of thugs. Small disputes over the price of bread could errupt into a full scale street battle. Although these types of incidents were on the scarce side, alot changed in the 38th turn, when the twins Romulax and Romanux bought share into the fishery business which was a booming industry for the city. Armed with local unions of immigrants the twins used various leagal and illegal methods to drive out their competition. By one turn later the twins were second to the great Octavian Fishing Consortum. This is when the downfall began.
Octavian noticed that his workers were not producing as much as before. Men were comming upon accidents more frequently, and ships were being lost to the sea. It seemed like the great Octavian was falling from grace. At one point he requested to borrow some funds from Lord Polaris, who in turn began overseeing Octavian's operations and merging them within the Huber familie's own business operations.
It was on bright sunny day in the 39th turn that Lord Polaris was walking along a corridor he hadn't walked through in a long time. Soon he realized he was near that same window where he heard two men discussing an attack which later came to be one of his own kin.
Lord Polaris stopped, listened, and once again heard voices comming from the small room. This time he would act more quickly, and looked into the window. What he saw next is a sight that forever changed the Lord.
Romualx and Romanux were sitting around a small table. Each with large grins on their faces.
"We have done it. We will now be able to formulate and execute our final plan. No longer will this house be filled with the fowl blooded fools that sit besides us," exclaimed Romulax
Lord Polaris ran off, eager to gather his security forces to confront the twins. He did not want the Emperor getting involved with this. It was something he needed to do. Unfortunaly by the time Polaris had his forced ready the twins had already acted.
The twins marched up to Octavians residence, and without knocking opened the door. The pulled his aside from his wife, and ordered him to come with them. They explained that he was being charged with attempt to defraud the family. An offense not used in many years as a means of punishment for one within the family. Unable to renounce the two, he complied and went off with them.
Octavian was beaten, harrassed, tortured, and left within an inch of his life. There was no trial, and Octavian had no idea where they were. All he saw before him was a large pole, with various sticks and dried plant material lining it. Octavian knew this was his end.
'How did this happen,' he wondered to himself, 'what have I done to offend my cousins this way?'
There was no more talking, and Octavian kept his cool the entire time. As the twins tied their cousin to the pole, they began chanting in an ancient tounge. Finally they pulled a small bag from their cart and a black, sandy substance was held in their hands. The fire was lit and after some more chants the substance was thrown into the flames. A small explosion and large plumes of smoke rose into the air. As the wind began to blow, the smoke was discharged and all that remained was a broken pole and nothing else.
"The powder really does destroy all it comes into contact with," said Romanux, "father was right."
Then from the woods behind them appeared a sight they hoped they would never see. Lord Polaris had been following them the entire time, and had emerged just after the death of Octavian. He rounded up the twins and their band of followers and escorted them back to the city.
A trial was held within the Huber family house, and the twins were quickly banished from the city. Upon hearing what had transpired, Mekka stormed into Octavia's head office.
"Have you heard what they have done?" demanded Mekka.
"Yes, and I agree with Lord Polaris' decision. Enough blood has been shed, and a life out there in the wilderness, is a fate worse than death." responded the Lord of the House of Octavia
"Perhaps for you, but not for me. I delclare a blood feud between any decendent of that foul Draknith house. May they be forced into the bowls of hell!" shouted Mekka.
(Final part comming soon)
The Emperor's personal guard had already closed the house off to outsiders. WIth the arrival of Lord Polaris, the guards stepped aside to let the him through. What he saw was a massacre. Blood was pooling on the ground, splater marks were strewn throughout the front atrium, and on the floor near the back of the room was Rhonan. His body cold and lifeless. Octavian ran to the body, and held it within his arms. His tunic becoming soak in red blood.
After a few minutes other members of the family began showing up. Then the worst occured. Mekka, widow of Rhonin, and princess of the Octavia House entered the domocile. She looked upon the body before her, and a rage developed within her soul. She began screaming, and demanding answers. With none to be found, she began throwing herself at the guards.
"Why did you not prevent this!" she shouted.
Octavian went to his mother's side, and the two embraced. He walked her outside, and consoled her. Soon though Lucius and one of his brothers arrived at the house. Lucius asked Polaris about the situation and about what had occured. He further explained that Romulax arrived at his house with the urgent message to get over here as soon as possible. Polaris seemed unnerved at this explanation, but passed it off quickly.
It was but just a little after when Romanux appeared with an individual being held by two Imperial Guards.
"I found this man wondering around the grounds. He didn't respond to me, and doesn't seem to understand when I speak to him," said Romanux.
The man was one of the latest groups of immigrants to the city. He understood nothing when spoken too, and had on his person numerous blood stains and a knife when he was taken into custody.
The next day a trial was set and quickly the man was found guilty by the jury panel, and the Emperor sumarily sent the man to be executed. This incident sparked off a rise in immigrant riots, and to combat this threat to the city the Emperor was forced to have guards in the streets at all times now. This lead to further unrest which began spilling over in to the house families. Many of the younger children and women of the houses were being harrassed by the lower classes of the city. On the first anniversary of the execution, a large riot enveloped the halleses and one of the young cousins to the Emperor was attacked and brutally beaten. If it hadn't been for one of Octavian's workers noticing the boy, he very well may have died.
With continuous upheaval amongst the various groups, families carried with themselves body guards, and even gangs of thugs. Small disputes over the price of bread could errupt into a full scale street battle. Although these types of incidents were on the scarce side, alot changed in the 38th turn, when the twins Romulax and Romanux bought share into the fishery business which was a booming industry for the city. Armed with local unions of immigrants the twins used various leagal and illegal methods to drive out their competition. By one turn later the twins were second to the great Octavian Fishing Consortum. This is when the downfall began.
Octavian noticed that his workers were not producing as much as before. Men were comming upon accidents more frequently, and ships were being lost to the sea. It seemed like the great Octavian was falling from grace. At one point he requested to borrow some funds from Lord Polaris, who in turn began overseeing Octavian's operations and merging them within the Huber familie's own business operations.
It was on bright sunny day in the 39th turn that Lord Polaris was walking along a corridor he hadn't walked through in a long time. Soon he realized he was near that same window where he heard two men discussing an attack which later came to be one of his own kin.
Lord Polaris stopped, listened, and once again heard voices comming from the small room. This time he would act more quickly, and looked into the window. What he saw next is a sight that forever changed the Lord.
Romualx and Romanux were sitting around a small table. Each with large grins on their faces.
"We have done it. We will now be able to formulate and execute our final plan. No longer will this house be filled with the fowl blooded fools that sit besides us," exclaimed Romulax
Lord Polaris ran off, eager to gather his security forces to confront the twins. He did not want the Emperor getting involved with this. It was something he needed to do. Unfortunaly by the time Polaris had his forced ready the twins had already acted.
The twins marched up to Octavians residence, and without knocking opened the door. The pulled his aside from his wife, and ordered him to come with them. They explained that he was being charged with attempt to defraud the family. An offense not used in many years as a means of punishment for one within the family. Unable to renounce the two, he complied and went off with them.
Octavian was beaten, harrassed, tortured, and left within an inch of his life. There was no trial, and Octavian had no idea where they were. All he saw before him was a large pole, with various sticks and dried plant material lining it. Octavian knew this was his end.
'How did this happen,' he wondered to himself, 'what have I done to offend my cousins this way?'
There was no more talking, and Octavian kept his cool the entire time. As the twins tied their cousin to the pole, they began chanting in an ancient tounge. Finally they pulled a small bag from their cart and a black, sandy substance was held in their hands. The fire was lit and after some more chants the substance was thrown into the flames. A small explosion and large plumes of smoke rose into the air. As the wind began to blow, the smoke was discharged and all that remained was a broken pole and nothing else.
"The powder really does destroy all it comes into contact with," said Romanux, "father was right."
Then from the woods behind them appeared a sight they hoped they would never see. Lord Polaris had been following them the entire time, and had emerged just after the death of Octavian. He rounded up the twins and their band of followers and escorted them back to the city.
A trial was held within the Huber family house, and the twins were quickly banished from the city. Upon hearing what had transpired, Mekka stormed into Octavia's head office.
"Have you heard what they have done?" demanded Mekka.
"Yes, and I agree with Lord Polaris' decision. Enough blood has been shed, and a life out there in the wilderness, is a fate worse than death." responded the Lord of the House of Octavia
"Perhaps for you, but not for me. I delclare a blood feud between any decendent of that foul Draknith house. May they be forced into the bowls of hell!" shouted Mekka.
(Final part comming soon)
Draknith
King
After about another turn of the seasons, the capital finally calmed down, and things seemed to be getting back to normal. The Emperor had spent much of his time outside of the city, warry of the disturbances occuring within it's borders. This lead to a rebuilding of the house aristocrat society, and many of the Lords of the Houses began picking up the daily activities that the Emperor would engage himself with.
Lord Polaris was making regular trips out to the country himself. Often leaving for days, only to come back to others questioning him about his whereabouts. It was during a formal council meeting that Lord Polaris asked Lucius Draknith of Huber to attend the meeting in his place. Polaris made his way through the forest to a small cottage, while Lucius went to the palace to meet with the other Lords.
..."Here, here. What say the house of Huber? Do they grant their tribute to the Emperor," questioned Vandal head of the council at this time.
"As the others have voted, I must vote also for the House of Huber. We will be unable to grant tribute to the Emperor." responded Lucius.
At that point, the empire under Emperor Jao I was over. His dynasty was one of great birth, but in the end riots and rebellion caused it's downfall. It was up to this new age of leaders to take the reigns of the empire, and see where it could be lead...
Lord Polaris was making regular trips out to the country himself. Often leaving for days, only to come back to others questioning him about his whereabouts. It was during a formal council meeting that Lord Polaris asked Lucius Draknith of Huber to attend the meeting in his place. Polaris made his way through the forest to a small cottage, while Lucius went to the palace to meet with the other Lords.
..."Here, here. What say the house of Huber? Do they grant their tribute to the Emperor," questioned Vandal head of the council at this time.
"As the others have voted, I must vote also for the House of Huber. We will be unable to grant tribute to the Emperor." responded Lucius.
At that point, the empire under Emperor Jao I was over. His dynasty was one of great birth, but in the end riots and rebellion caused it's downfall. It was up to this new age of leaders to take the reigns of the empire, and see where it could be lead...
Vandal Warlord
Nazgûl
Vandal looked across the cityscape , when he saw the city afire. He was no longer the young man who had caused a purge of barbarians at the Battle of the Great Field. Now, he was a full adult and the pretender to the crown of the Arkan people. He also had a much larger family. Vandal and Alicia had three more children since his victory. All three were girls that looked much like Vandal's mother had, with dark brown hair, and passionate hazel eyes. Their names were Zena, Serah, and Diana, in the order of their birth and all were soon of marrying age. Vandal's son Cathal was now a man who had returned from the Great Hunt with the prizes from a barbarian people from a great distance.
Vandal clenched his fists, and the twin blade sprang from his gauntlets. He thought of his young brother Reyyk, who had been recently kidnapped by rioting immigrants. That was why Vandal was out of the city, he reminded himself, to find Reyyk, and to free him.
He had learned from military intelligence that there was an enclave of immigrants outside the city, and Vandal was heading right for it.
When Vandal reached the enclave he was immediately swarmed by the poor. They began begging him for money. Vandal clenched his fist when one tried to pick his pocket. That sent them back to their holes. So he he continued down the way when he saw a small hut that was guarded by two foriegn men. Vandal walked up to them.
They looked at each other and then at Vandal, who at that time had already extended the blades and stabbed them in the head. The two fell with a thump as Vandal entered the doorway to find Reyyk being beaten by another burly man, who seemed to be the master mind as he asked, "Have you come with the ransom money?" Vandal replied by saying,
"No, but I intend to leave with your head."
Vandal clenched his fists, and the twin blade sprang from his gauntlets. He thought of his young brother Reyyk, who had been recently kidnapped by rioting immigrants. That was why Vandal was out of the city, he reminded himself, to find Reyyk, and to free him.
He had learned from military intelligence that there was an enclave of immigrants outside the city, and Vandal was heading right for it.
When Vandal reached the enclave he was immediately swarmed by the poor. They began begging him for money. Vandal clenched his fist when one tried to pick his pocket. That sent them back to their holes. So he he continued down the way when he saw a small hut that was guarded by two foriegn men. Vandal walked up to them.
They looked at each other and then at Vandal, who at that time had already extended the blades and stabbed them in the head. The two fell with a thump as Vandal entered the doorway to find Reyyk being beaten by another burly man, who seemed to be the master mind as he asked, "Have you come with the ransom money?" Vandal replied by saying,
"No, but I intend to leave with your head."
Vandal Warlord
Nazgûl
OOC: Haven't RPed in Two days, I'm just going to do a little catchup.
The House of Reichkasier had greatly expanded since Sereus' last year, with the House being split into branches due to its size. There were now two Branches, The House of Vahalax and the House of Artok. Vandal still had ultimate power, but whe he died, his succesors would not. Reyyk and Vandal's two daughters Diana and Serah had died of a disease. Vandal was to be the last King of the Arkans.
The House of Reichkasier had greatly expanded since Sereus' last year, with the House being split into branches due to its size. There were now two Branches, The House of Vahalax and the House of Artok. Vandal still had ultimate power, but whe he died, his succesors would not. Reyyk and Vandal's two daughters Diana and Serah had died of a disease. Vandal was to be the last King of the Arkans.
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