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Forum Meta => Role Play => Archived Role Play Boards => Archive => General Roleplay => Topic started by: Myroria on January 06, 2007, 08:24:03 PM
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OOC: This is my new thread. Now Myroria has always been on Taijitu, and "The Crash" never happened. I'm rebooting my RP from where Peté just married Fredrika.
IC: Peté Tar-Ilium, a recently married baron from Eluvatar, had been thrown into complete power over the Kingdom of Myroria. Now he was King Peté Tar-Ilium I, absolute monarch over the Kingdom. Ever since Peté was just a little child, he dreamt of ruling his own country. Detractors called him power-hungry. His friends called him a natural born leader. Now, he had finally achieved his lifelong dream: He was living the high life in Myroria as its king. But the tulip-sided roads and grand palaces of pious Myroria could only occupy him for so long...
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(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b5/Wehrmacht_20th_April_1939_Birthday_Parade.jpg)
Ignore the swastikas. We're not Nazis.
Peté's New Model Army goosestepped down Pelagis Road, the main street of Nova Pelagis, the capital. It was January the Sixth, and Independence Day in Myroria. By now, the fledgling King had finally become completely used to the architecture of Myroria, and was no longer satisfied with a single simple country. He wanted more. He wanted Myroria to become the largest empire in the world. He wanted to make his new dream - what Peté called the United Imperium. And now he had set his sights on his home. Eluvatar.
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While in Eluvatar today marked the reelection of Beregond ArFinn as Presiding Steward by the Hall of the Non (the lower, popular hall of the Halls of the Stewards).
Solemnly addressing the Halls of the Stewards in joint session assembled, he swore to the oath:
I, Beregond ArFinn, duly proclaimed presiding Steward by the Hall of the Non, do pledge to govern justly and wisely to keep the Royal Confederacy ready for the return of the King. By the power granted to me in the absence of the King, I do invest myself with full authority over the Royal Government and the Nine Provinces. In the name of the King, soon may he return, I swear to protect the Royal Confederacy from enemies without and within, to promote the general welfare, and to safeguard the great compact of Ëldalondë.
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(http://img366.imageshack.us/img366/5766/myroriansatellitehibericz9.png)
A Myrorian satellite afixed it's cameras on some land north of Durnia. It snapped some quick pictures and transmitted them to headquarters in Nova Pelagis before moving on to photograph "rogue nations" like Inglo-Scotia. The men examining the pictures returned from the satellite were genuinely surprised to see several stone structures carved into mountains. Transmitting them to the Imperial Aristocratic Exploration Order, the men continued examining pictures of Inglo-Scotia, but most were just masses of people huddled in front of a stage or something to that effect.
The next day...
The IAEO gathered a pilot, co-pilot, and explorers onto a small transport plane bound for the land identified by the Myrorian satellite. Co-ordinates of the photograph were given to the pilot, who would use them to drop in some explorers. On each explorer was a Luger and steel cuirass, in case natives with spears were around the area.
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Flying low into a plain surrounded by forest, the transport plane quickly dropped it's explorers down on a rope before closing it's cargo door and flying back over the forest, making a U-turn and going back to Myroria. One of the explorers looked at his pocket watch; 10:53 PM. He turned to the others.
"We'll set up camp here. You three - set up a triangle around the camp and be guards." He pointed to three of his fellow explorers.
The next day...
The explorers awoke at 8:00 AM. There had been no attack the previous night. The explorers set off into the forest surrounding the plain to look for settlements. It wasn't long before one stumbled upon several men dressed in iron armor in a clearing. They were holding swords and a bear was at one end of the camp. Nodding to his group, the head explorer cautiously stepped with his group out of the forest, with one hand on his gun, and with two explorers at the back holding their shotguns in a half ready position.
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OOC: Er, they don't dress in Bearskin, unless they're Slayers. If you want to meet Slayers, I suggest you arm yourself with something more than a Luger. Normal Hibernian armor is something like this (http://www.warhammeralliance.com/gallery/showimage.php?i=163&c=2)
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Fixed. I wrote that it was armor now.
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" Opphøre! Hva er det for noe lyd Thurador? " shouted the young Hibernian with the warhammer.
" Idioten. Ingen kanne tråkke i det Valdres uten å vite det det hemmelig. " replied the older, long-bearder one.
" Tampen brenner gamle , det er mest sannsynlig et eller annet her over. Jeg vil gå med det bamse og blikk. " the younger sneered.
The younger dwarf mounted his bear and rode to the general direction of the noises.
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"That bear is coming this way..." whispered one shotgun trooper to the other. He raised his gun and prepared for a confrontation.
"Wait!" the head explorer whispered.
"We don't want to just go shooting random people! I'll try to communicate with them when they come. Both of you - hide, but be ready."
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Thargan halted at the sight of the oddly dressed women. He raised his axe and bellowed " Stopp! " at the women, jumped off his bear and took position to fight.
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OOC: All the explorers are men, as in Myroria women are expected to be barefoot and pregnant behind the stove.
IC:
"We come in peace!"
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OOC: I knew they were men. The Hibernians, however, beg to differ :)
Thargan goggled at the woman. She was much taller than he was, perhaps by a few inches. This amazed the Hibernian into backing off his aggressive stance. He somehow got the meaning of the words the woman spoke, she seemed to wish him no harm. He sheathed his axe.
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The head explorer (I'll call him the Conquesteur now) nodded to his men.
"We landed here. We represent the Kingdom of Myroria, a large nation far south of here. Where, may I ask, have we landed?"
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" Noen snakke det fredløs omgangsspråk her over? " Thargan asked
" Ja, Jeg snakke lite. Jeg vil snakke med seg. " answered a middle-aged looking Hibernian wielding a shortsword
The middle-aged one walked toward the foreigners.
" I talk bit of your speak. Present, answer me why you is at Hibernia? "
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The Conquesteur nodded.
"A satellite - metal thing about yea high and this big around - took pictures from outer space around our planet of your fair nation. We were dispatched from the home country to explore this region. Do you have a leader I can speak with?"
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The large Hibernian chewed on the foreign speak for a minute or two.
" It rests on what power type you wish talk to. Our mountain lord be not three leagues from this spot, but Kesjare in Karaz-a-Karak is hundreds away. "
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"Kesjare? Does he rule this land?"
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" Yes. The Kesjare Thorgram Grimsteel rules at mighty hold of Karaz-a-Karak, the mountains that never end. "
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"Mmm...yes."
The Conquesteur dropped his knapsack to the ground and removed a communicator. He typed in a request for a helicopter and put it back in.
"That is all we needed to know, thank you."
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(http://www.erikhenne.com/images/ranpic197%20military%20double%20helicopter%20olympics%20flying%20mountains%20snow%20Hood%20Canal%20034.jpg)
The IAEO helicopter taking the four explorers, one conquisteur, and two Hibernian natives landed at the foot of the mountains the Hibernians indicated was the Kesjare's. The helicopter waited for the men to get out before taking off again. The steel cuirasses had been replaced with a light jacket for the trip up the equator straddling mountain.
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Thargan, one of the Hibernians traveling with the Myrorians, hopped out of the helicopter. His friend followed suit, and lastly the Myrorians came. He studied his surroundings, pulling out a map from his pack.
" Foreigner, look at map that is mine. The trip we make will be long and shall be greatly tough for you. Thurador and I shall guide you. Now, have you any camp materials so we may begin our rest? "
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The Myrorians dropped their backpacks and took the extra camp materials from the helicopter before it again flew off on the horizon.
"These extra ones are for setting up a base camp. Most climbers back home use it as a base for tall climbs."
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" You and us have no use for climbing. We Hibernians know of the paths to the holds, no one can survive climb of Karaz-a-Karak. Let us speak no more of it now, we must set camp. "
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"Yes. Very well."
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So the Hibernians and Myrorians began to set up their camp. The Hibernians were awed at the quality of the Myrorian's temporary abode and saw that they learned the ways of their tent-making. Finishing the fire and dinner, they went to sleep.
The night passed by uneventful. The Hibernians woke at the crack of dawn, ready for the journey that lay ahead of them. They walked inside the tents of the Myrorians. Thargan began to shake the conquisteur to wake him, but ended up passing massive gas in the face of an explorer. He made his rounds, waking up all the Myrorians.
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The Conquisteur waved his hand in front of his face before getting up.
"Well, lead the way. My explorers are ready."
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" So it shall be. "
They packed camp and ate breakfast. Today was going to be an easy day, just a long march up the Kesjare's road. They would face nothing more than a few rabid wolves and bears, possibly a rogue wildling or two.
(http://www.warhammeralliance.com/gallery/files/1/dw_ExtColor_Ekrund_b.jpg)
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The two shotgun troopers took position at the back and the four other explorers, led by the Conquesteur, followed the Hibernians up the path.
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They passed they day by uneventfully, only having to kill a few wolves. After making camp and eating dinner, Thargan went to bed early.
He had dreams that night, terrible dreams.
Some idiot tribesmen had attacked them without reason. They killed one of the foreigners after charging them with hundreds of other spear-chuckers. One of the Myrorians who was slain told of the bandit clans rising again and attacking them. Thargan was also killed later, by reason of superior intelligence. His Uncle Thorgrim had declared war on the simple tribesmen.
The dream ended with Thargan waking up to the smell of fresh elk meat frying in a skillet.
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Later, just before they were to levea the camp, a Tribesman came up and Offered to Trade with them
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OOC: Listen, Hanzac, you can't have tribesmen here. It is my country, deep within the mountains of Ekrund, where noone but Hibernians live.
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The Conquesteur woke to the smell of elk meat. He shook awake his men that weren't already awake and squatted next to the skillet.
"Elk meat, I presume?"
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Thargan grunted. " Yes, foreigner, this meat is from elk. Shall put hair on chest and bone in dick. " he laughed uproariously. He handed all of the Myrorians slabs of the meat. He began to devour his.
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"Hey, if it does that I'll have some."
After they finished their elk, the now well-endowed Myrorians got ready for the day's hike again.
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The day went by almost uneventfully. They encountered a battalion of bear riders and a caravan of traders, along with some hungry wolves they dealt with. They made camp that night and had wolf meat for dinner.