Bouclaire is strolling throughout the bustling town of Old Caterinna, which has recently grown outwards and upwards, with streets previously of dirt now being stone walkways. Many children have been born recently, and an arching stone bridge is being built across the Tsaritsa river at the center of Old Caterinna, as previously there was only a mildly perilous rope bridge connecting both parts of the town, or you had to row over on a boat. The sun is shining after an early morning shower, and a rainbow hangs in the sky. Bouclaire walks to the more sparsely populated parts of town, where the roads are still dirt and there is lots of grassland and trees among the scattered houses. A pair of children rushes past her, playing a game common among Caterinnian children. All is well in Old Caterinna.
As you stroll through your city you pass by one of the finest inns in the city. In the stables you see a strangely shaped beast with a long neck and two humps on its back. You recognize the heraldry on its saddle, that of a golden bird on maroon background. The crest of Hoeb.
*speaking of armies, I just realized I may have to change the rules for armies just a little bit. Right now, letโs say there is an army of 50 vs. 30. The 30 will be destroyed, and the 50 will not be damaged at all. I think I should change it so itโs like, 50 vs 30 means 30 is destroyed, but it causes damage to the 50 army. So itโd be 50-30=20 left on the winning army.*
A few days after the ball, the settlers sent out by Bouclaire have made it to their destination: the fork of the Tsaritsa river, south of Old Caterinna. The hundreds Settlers get to work building, while a few go back to clear the start of a path, and eventually a road, to and from Caterinna, and to share the news. Soon, a few modest buildings are built, and the hamlet of Nytasha is born.
Settlement: Nytasha
government: Aristocracy
Ruler: lady Bouclaire Blanchet
lower class wealth: squalid
upper class wealth: modest
important buildings:
Inn (+1 lower class wealth)
farm (-1 growth time)
growth time: 19 days.
As your new hamlet gets founded, a large wave washes up, and as it crests into an arch like shape, three merfolk step out of the archway. *Sorry, got to go, thought i'd start this rp Arch!*
Those who see the Merfolk arrive seem amazed, and shocked. They left old Caterinna before they arrived for the ball. One of them, who seems to be the one running the efforts for building, steps forward and introduces himself as Henry Wardell, a member of the Wardell family, one of the Lauriers. (The Lauriers being the five ruling families of Vallereine, with Bouclaire and her family, the Blanchets, at its head.)
โWho might you be, then?โ He asks. Two guards are with him, holding spears.
One merfolk steps up, dressed elaborately In silver armor, two Merfolk guards behind him, also in silver armor. He says, in a rich accent, undid turned by the aquatic sounds of the lower class accent โI am Abalone Tempestus, brother to the king of Aquaglorua. We have heard of a new settlement being created in this river, and we have came with a warning.
โA warning, you say? Are you trying to threaten the nation of Vallereine?โ
โNo. We are glad to have Allieโs in the world above, including Vallerime, but we must warn you.โ Abaloneโs eyes turn stormy, changing from the brilliant emerald blue. โIf you must settle close to the river, treat it with respect. If you pollute the waters, fill them with your wasteโฆ Although us merfolk are peaceful merchants, calm like the waves in a bay, know too that the sea can quickly change into a storm. Do not test us, or you will feel the wrath of Poseidon.โ
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Bouclaire is strolling throughout the bustling town of Old Caterinna, which has recently grown outwards and upwards, with streets previously of dirt now being stone walkways. Many children have been born recently, and an arching stone bridge is being built across the Tsaritsa river at the center of Old Caterinna, as previously there was only a mildly perilous rope bridge connecting both parts of the town, or you had to row over on a boat. The sun is shining after an early morning shower, and a rainbow hangs in the sky. Bouclaire walks to the more sparsely populated parts of town, where the roads are still dirt and there is lots of grassland and trees among the scattered houses. A pair of children rushes past her, playing a game common among Caterinnian children. All is well in Old Caterinna.
As you stroll through your city you pass by one of the finest inns in the city. In the stables you see a strangely shaped beast with a long neck and two humps on its back. You recognize the heraldry on its saddle, that of a golden bird on maroon background. The crest of Hoeb.
Suddenly intrigued, she enters the inn, along with two guards who had been discreetly following her the entire time. She approaches the woman working at the Innโs front desk and inquires about any foreign people stopping by, specifically from Hoeb, which the town of Old Caterinna is vaguely aware of, due to the efforts of Bouclaire to make contact with as many nations as possible.
*speaking of armies, I just realized I may have to change the rules for armies just a little bit. Right now, letโs say there is an army of 50 vs. 30. The 30 will be destroyed, and the 50 will not be damaged at all. I think I should change it so itโs like, 50 vs 30 means 30 is destroyed, but it causes damage to the 50 army. So itโd be 50-30=20 left on the winning army.*
A few days after the ball, the settlers sent out by Bouclaire have made it to their destination: the fork of the Tsaritsa river, south of Old Caterinna. The hundreds Settlers get to work building, while a few go back to clear the start of a path, and eventually a road, to and from Caterinna, and to share the news. Soon, a few modest buildings are built, and the hamlet of Nytasha is born.
Settlement: Nytasha
government: Aristocracy
Ruler: lady Bouclaire Blanchet
lower class wealth: squalid
upper class wealth: modest
important buildings:
Inn (+1 lower class wealth)
farm (-1 growth time)
growth time: 19 days.
As your new hamlet gets founded, a large wave washes up, and as it crests into an arch like shape, three merfolk step out of the archway. *Sorry, got to go, thought i'd start this rp Arch!*
Those who see the Merfolk arrive seem amazed, and shocked. They left old Caterinna before they arrived for the ball. One of them, who seems to be the one running the efforts for building, steps forward and introduces himself as Henry Wardell, a member of the Wardell family, one of the Lauriers. (The Lauriers being the five ruling families of Vallereine, with Bouclaire and her family, the Blanchets, at its head.)
โWho might you be, then?โ He asks. Two guards are with him, holding spears.
One merfolk steps up, dressed elaborately In silver armor, two Merfolk guards behind him, also in silver armor. He says, in a rich accent, undid turned by the aquatic sounds of the lower class accent โI am Abalone Tempestus, brother to the king of Aquaglorua. We have heard of a new settlement being created in this river, and we have came with a warning.
โA warning, you say? Are you trying to threaten the nation of Vallereine?โ
โNo. We are glad to have Allieโs in the world above, including Vallerime, but we must warn you.โ Abaloneโs eyes turn stormy, changing from the brilliant emerald blue. โIf you must settle close to the river, treat it with respect. If you pollute the waters, fill them with your wasteโฆ Although us merfolk are peaceful merchants, calm like the waves in a bay, know too that the sea can quickly change into a storm. Do not test us, or you will feel the wrath of Poseidon.โ
โVallereine has lived along the river Tsaritsa for hundreds of years, before we were even called Vallereineโฆ do you see waste, and pollution within these waters? The Tsaritsa is as sacred to us as it is to you, do not assume we are so greedy and destructiveโฆโ
*My grandma is flying across half of America to visit and then my parents are flying across half of the world to another country so Iโll be taking care of my numerous siblings. This, and the fact that my grandma thinks Dnd is of the devil may keep me from being on as often. Just a heads up.*
Emissaries from Hoeb have been sent out across the world. They bear gifts and goods from their countries and mingle in the courts of the kingdoms they come to in the hopes that they may be granted an audience with the local rulers.
*I have so many questions about that what you said*
*First why does your grandma think DND is the devil?*
*Satanic panic. Awhile ago folks became panicked that Dnd was satanic or witchcraft. Some folks still think that today and my grandma is one of them.*
*Okay that answers that question secondly do your mom and dad have a job that requires them to be out of the country alot or is this just them getting away from the kids for awhile?*
*No, their job is extremely local and they couldnโt fly internationally to get away from the kids. They are going for a sort of interview in Scotland to see if they would want to move over there and work with the same folks as me.*
*Cool sorry if my question sounded offensive at all*
*No worries, they weren't offensive in the slightest. If I got offended by that I wouldn't survive Scotland. I just thought I should let y'all know that I might not be very active in the next few weeks but I'll still be keeping track of my nations progress.*
In case of prolonged absence....
Hoeb has been quiet of late. Anyone's spies can tell you that the Tayr has been extremely busy, but his focus hasn't been on foreign relations. Their troops continue to train and their forces do seem to be growing but there is no hint of any planned attacks. The Tayr has been holding less open courts and seems to have been working privately on some sort of project with only his closest advisors.
*My grandma is flying across half of America to visit and then my parents are flying across half of the world to another country so Iโll be taking care of my numerous siblings. This, and the fact that my grandma thinks Dnd is of the devil may keep me from being on as often. Just a heads up.*
Emissaries from Hoeb have been sent out across the world. They bear gifts and goods from their countries and mingle in the courts of the kingdoms they come to in the hopes that they may be granted an audience with the local rulers.
*I have so many questions about that what you said*
*First why does your grandma think DND is the devil?*
*Satanic panic. Awhile ago folks became panicked that Dnd was satanic or witchcraft. Some folks still think that today and my grandma is one of them.*
*Okay that answers that question secondly do your mom and dad have a job that requires them to be out of the country alot or is this just them getting away from the kids for awhile?*
*No, their job is extremely local and they couldnโt fly internationally to get away from the kids. They are going for a sort of interview in Scotland to see if they would want to move over there and work with the same folks as me.*
*Cool sorry if my question sounded offensive at all*
*No worries, they weren't offensive in the slightest. If I got offended by that I wouldn't survive Scotland. I just thought I should let y'all know that I might not be very active in the next few weeks but I'll still be keeping track of my nations progress.*
In case of prolonged absence....
Hoeb has been quiet of late. Anyone's spies can tell you that the Tayr has been extremely busy, but his focus hasn't been on foreign relations. Their troops continue to train and their forces do seem to be growing but there is no hint of any planned attacks. The Tayr has been holding less open courts and seems to have been working privately on some sort of project with only his closest advisors.
*Alright*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Bouclaire is strolling throughout the bustling town of Old Caterinna, which has recently grown outwards and upwards, with streets previously of dirt now being stone walkways. Many children have been born recently, and an arching stone bridge is being built across the Tsaritsa river at the center of Old Caterinna, as previously there was only a mildly perilous rope bridge connecting both parts of the town, or you had to row over on a boat. The sun is shining after an early morning shower, and a rainbow hangs in the sky. Bouclaire walks to the more sparsely populated parts of town, where the roads are still dirt and there is lots of grassland and trees among the scattered houses. A pair of children rushes past her, playing a game common among Caterinnian children. All is well in Old Caterinna.
As you stroll through your city you pass by one of the finest inns in the city. In the stables you see a strangely shaped beast with a long neck and two humps on its back. You recognize the heraldry on its saddle, that of a golden bird on maroon background. The crest of Hoeb.
Suddenly intrigued, she enters the inn, along with two guards who had been discreetly following her the entire time. She approaches the woman working at the Innโs front desk and inquires about any foreign people stopping by, specifically from Hoeb, which the town of Old Caterinna is vaguely aware of, due to the efforts of Bouclaire to make contact with as many nations as possible.
You learn that a Hoebite diplomat has recently come in and is staying in one of the finest suites. She gives you the number of the room and tells you that he only arrived yesterday.
Bouclaire is strolling throughout the bustling town of Old Caterinna, which has recently grown outwards and upwards, with streets previously of dirt now being stone walkways. Many children have been born recently, and an arching stone bridge is being built across the Tsaritsa river at the center of Old Caterinna, as previously there was only a mildly perilous rope bridge connecting both parts of the town, or you had to row over on a boat. The sun is shining after an early morning shower, and a rainbow hangs in the sky. Bouclaire walks to the more sparsely populated parts of town, where the roads are still dirt and there is lots of grassland and trees among the scattered houses. A pair of children rushes past her, playing a game common among Caterinnian children. All is well in Old Caterinna.
As you stroll through your city you pass by one of the finest inns in the city. In the stables you see a strangely shaped beast with a long neck and two humps on its back. You recognize the heraldry on its saddle, that of a golden bird on maroon background. The crest of Hoeb.
Suddenly intrigued, she enters the inn, along with two guards who had been discreetly following her the entire time. She approaches the woman working at the Innโs front desk and inquires about any foreign people stopping by, specifically from Hoeb, which the town of Old Caterinna is vaguely aware of, due to the efforts of Bouclaire to make contact with as many nations as possible.
You learn that a Hoebite diplomat has recently come in and is staying in one of the finest suites. She gives you the number of the room and tells you that he only arrived yesterday.
She whispers to one of the guards to inform the diplomat that he has been invited to her court at Lyrebirdโs landing, and is expected tomorrow. She then departs to the keep to make preparations with the rest of the Lauriers.
Bouclaire is strolling throughout the bustling town of Old Caterinna, which has recently grown outwards and upwards, with streets previously of dirt now being stone walkways. Many children have been born recently, and an arching stone bridge is being built across the Tsaritsa river at the center of Old Caterinna, as previously there was only a mildly perilous rope bridge connecting both parts of the town, or you had to row over on a boat. The sun is shining after an early morning shower, and a rainbow hangs in the sky. Bouclaire walks to the more sparsely populated parts of town, where the roads are still dirt and there is lots of grassland and trees among the scattered houses. A pair of children rushes past her, playing a game common among Caterinnian children. All is well in Old Caterinna.
As you stroll through your city you pass by one of the finest inns in the city. In the stables you see a strangely shaped beast with a long neck and two humps on its back. You recognize the heraldry on its saddle, that of a golden bird on maroon background. The crest of Hoeb.
Suddenly intrigued, she enters the inn, along with two guards who had been discreetly following her the entire time. She approaches the woman working at the Innโs front desk and inquires about any foreign people stopping by, specifically from Hoeb, which the town of Old Caterinna is vaguely aware of, due to the efforts of Bouclaire to make contact with as many nations as possible.
You learn that a Hoebite diplomat has recently come in and is staying in one of the finest suites. She gives you the number of the room and tells you that he only arrived yesterday.
She whispers to one of the guards to inform the diplomat that he has been invited to her court at Lyrebirdโs landing, and is expected tomorrow. She then departs to the keep to make preparations with the rest of the Lauriers.
At the appointed time, the Hoebite arrives. Four guards dressed in dark red robes and armor carrying curved swords follow behind him. Emblazoned on their breastplates is the symbol of the long necked, golden bird with its wings outspread. The diplomat himself is a jolly looking, tall man who seems to be developing a paunch. A round fur hat rests atop his bald head and a long drooping mustache hangs down from under his nose. โI am Nahim Azjerban, head of the House Azjerban, royal architect, and diplomat from the southern nation of Hoeb.โ He bows deeply, โMy king has sent a good deal of gifts with me, I hope they strike the queenโs fancy!โ A retinue of his servants present some striking carpets, an expansive wardrobe of silk gowns, some fine samples of Hoebite tea, and a few exotic instruments.
As you stroll through your city you pass by one of the finest inns in the city. In the stables you see a strangely shaped beast with a long neck and two humps on its back. You recognize the heraldry on its saddle, that of a golden bird on maroon background. The crest of Hoeb.
โNo. We are glad to have Allieโs in the world above, including Vallerime, but we must warn you.โ Abaloneโs eyes turn stormy, changing from the brilliant emerald blue. โIf you must settle close to the river, treat it with respect. If you pollute the waters, fill them with your wasteโฆ Although us merfolk are peaceful merchants, calm like the waves in a bay, know too that the sea can quickly change into a storm. Do not test us, or you will feel the wrath of Poseidon.โ
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
She thinks for a moment "More nature. More... color. Less unsaturated"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
๐๐ค๐๐ค ๐ฉท๐๐
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Gtg bye
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
โWhy did you leave, then?โ
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
bye mate
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
๐๐ค๐๐ค ๐ฉท๐๐
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Bye
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Suddenly intrigued, she enters the inn, along with two guards who had been discreetly following her the entire time. She approaches the woman working at the Innโs front desk and inquires about any foreign people stopping by, specifically from Hoeb, which the town of Old Caterinna is vaguely aware of, due to the efforts of Bouclaire to make contact with as many nations as possible.
Byeee
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"To find new world. To start a nation, one that will survive" He stretches
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
๐๐ค๐๐ค ๐ฉท๐๐
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
โVallereine has lived along the river Tsaritsa for hundreds of years, before we were even called Vallereineโฆ do you see waste, and pollution within these waters? The Tsaritsa is as sacred to us as it is to you, do not assume we are so greedy and destructiveโฆโ
โOh.โ
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Anyways, you said you want to expand? I have leftover materials in box" They point to a box
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
๐๐ค๐๐ค ๐ฉท๐๐
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*No worries, they weren't offensive in the slightest. If I got offended by that I wouldn't survive Scotland. I just thought I should let y'all know that I might not be very active in the next few weeks but I'll still be keeping track of my nations progress.*
In case of prolonged absence....
Hoeb has been quiet of late. Anyone's spies can tell you that the Tayr has been extremely busy, but his focus hasn't been on foreign relations. Their troops continue to train and their forces do seem to be growing but there is no hint of any planned attacks. The Tayr has been holding less open courts and seems to have been working privately on some sort of project with only his closest advisors.
*Alright*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
You learn that a Hoebite diplomat has recently come in and is staying in one of the finest suites. She gives you the number of the room and tells you that he only arrived yesterday.
โWhatโs in there?โ
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Wood, fey realm dirt, fey seeds" He looks to them "And we can send some sort of creature in a cage, if you want"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
๐๐ค๐๐ค ๐ฉท๐๐
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She whispers to one of the guards to inform the diplomat that he has been invited to her court at Lyrebirdโs landing, and is expected tomorrow. She then departs to the keep to make preparations with the rest of the Lauriers.
At the appointed time, the Hoebite arrives. Four guards dressed in dark red robes and armor carrying curved swords follow behind him. Emblazoned on their breastplates is the symbol of the long necked, golden bird with its wings outspread. The diplomat himself is a jolly looking, tall man who seems to be developing a paunch. A round fur hat rests atop his bald head and a long drooping mustache hangs down from under his nose. โI am Nahim Azjerban, head of the House Azjerban, royal architect, and diplomat from the southern nation of Hoeb.โ He bows deeply, โMy king has sent a good deal of gifts with me, I hope they strike the queenโs fancy!โ A retinue of his servants present some striking carpets, an expansive wardrobe of silk gowns, some fine samples of Hoebite tea, and a few exotic instruments.