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| Sigismund Wolfbane | Sep 26 2008, 10:17 PM Post #1 |
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Duke of Vargfel
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"Behold, the world in all its beauty and misery. Such is the home of mortals." - Elbradin Theratibro Kwuado, elven philosopher and general. In a world of perpetual conflict and deeply rooted distrust between the races, life finds a way. Civilization finds a way. It finds a way through great sacrifice and tenacity. All kinds of monstrous creatures lurk in the dark parts of the world, ready to snatch the unwary away, innumerable hordes of savages throw themselves at the bulwarks of nations, painting the walls and streets of cities red with blood. To stem the tide stand the thousands of unsung heroes of the civilized species. The Dwarves, humans, elves and the other races who’ve built themselves up from being mere creatures to glance into the strands of fate; they all have their warriors who live and die every day for their continued survival. Where once the ancient empires of elves and dwarves dominated the world, younger, more dynamic nations have emerged to challenge these giants’ position. One of these, and perhaps among the most succesfull, is the kingdom of Cherubia. Cherubia is a confederation of wealthy city-states, it is a feudal realm of warring lords, but also a unified nation under its monarch; the Anointed King. It was founded on a dream, and has persisted along with this dream for over 1600 years, even though much have changed from its humble beginnings. "And the Light Incarnate awoke from his slumber and saw his soldiers kill other soldiers, and he saw the entire human race soaked in innocent blood. And he wept." - The Omnibus. Once, the area that was to become Cherubia was populated by barbarian tribes in the north and east, and settled by city-dwelling people in along the coasts in the south. They regularly fought against each other and amongst themselves. All this was to change, however, when one man, later called the Light Incarnate, had a vision during a battle. He saw the destruction the race of men brought upon itself, and he decided that it should work together towards a common goal. His revelation was not only of political and military significance, however, as he was lead in ethical problems by a race of enigmatic beings known as angels. They told him of how humanity had absorbed divine energy, and as such had arisen from the ranks of beasts into the ranks of sentient beings. However, at the same time they also kept this divine energy from returning to its natural form. The Light Incarnate spoke that only by surrendering oneself to the tenets of the angels and unifying oneself with the omnipresent energy could one become truly free, free from the agony of the world, and enter a state of perfection. This divine energy was known as the Holy Light, and was harnessed by a select number of individuals to perform miracles. To most people however, the Holy Light was an ideal, a comfort in a world of misery, and a hope in a world that offered so much despair. Second only to the ideal of self-sacrifice was the ideal of empathy and love between all humans. "We humans understand that there's a distinct honour in winning a fight you never really was intended to win. To see the underdog succeed is a satisfaction in itself." - Cuthbert Savalle, Cherubian military commander and founder of the Academy of Marshals. It was from these beginnings that the nation of Cherubia slowly grew. Scores of people joined in on the new religion that did not judge people by their social standing or their ethnicity, the new religion spread like wildfire, and aided by the competent leaders, it was not long before most of current day Cherubia was unified, either by sword or by faith, for even though the religion spoke of non-violence, there were few who took it as an absolute. After all, they believed, spreading the Word came first. In the following centuries, new social standings emerged, new ethnical conflicts arose, but the dream stayed alive. One day, all humans would be enlightened by the great truth, so that the Law, Word and Light could be unified. Until then, the Good Fight would be fought, and the Word would be spread to all corners of the world, wherever humanity were. All would remember where it had begun, and what people had taken up the mantle of saviourship; the Cherubians. In its 17th century of existance, Cherubia is a troubled, but strong kingdom. It is troubled by a rise in cult activity, people denying the common good in favor of personal gain, especially by appealing to malignant spirits or demons. Some lords try to work against the common interest by amassing wealth for themselves, and care precious little for the welfare of their people. Religious dogmas are discussed within the hallowed halls of cathedrals and temples, and schisms are dangerously close to appear among the clergy. It is also troubled by enemies from abroad. Orc tribes have amassed the greatest horde seen in over seventy years. It is troubled because this time, there is no great hero to lead them to victory. And yet, even in its darkest hour, is Cherubia a power to be reckoned with. One of the persons partially responsible for defeating the last major orc incursion still sits on the throne, kept healthy by the healing waters of the sacred Graal. His name is Victor Leon Tiberian the First, a man of iron will and intricate knowledge of how the hearts of men are moved in the right direction. Under him are the dukes and dutchesses, the highest ranking nobles of the kingdom, who govern a region each and supply the king with armies and each their specialities, competent rulers under an even more competent ruler. When the orcish horde arrived nearly two months ago, little did anyone know, but the Anointed King Victor Leon. How is impossible to say, but rumours have always circulated that the kings of Cherubia peer deeper into the fabric of the world than other humans, and his decision to send a massed army to assist the beleaguered northern regions was indeed a wise one, whatever the basis of such a decision. In the end, the day was won. By the assassination of the orcish chieftain by an unknown heroic hand, and by the sacrifice of thousands upon thousands of valiant human defenders of whom will be sung until the end of time, but far too many to mention by name. Still, even though the day was won, the northern regions are still occupied by the orcs and their allies. Not longer a unified fighting force, the orcish chieftains and petty kings squabble over the newly aquired land and wealth and it is because of this that the region they have occupied stands a chance, but time is running out, since lack of food is making an appearance and orcish reinforcements are appearing on all fronts. It is in the region of Vargfel that the decisive battles will be fought. The people here are of a caliber unparalled in Cherubia, every individual galvanized by centuries of harsh climate and the threat from savage beasts. Vargfel stands between the northern stepped and the lush lands of Cherubia, and if this gateway falls, surely the bloodbath will be immense. The battle for Vargfel is a battle for Cherubia. Welcome to Battle for Vargfel - an original RP-site with its own background and setting. I'm not pretending you haven't seen the plot before, I'm not saying that it is original in the meaning of totally revolutionizing, but it is a unique setting. The names, the events, the archetypes, the ideologies; yes, you'll find similar ones anywhere, but not quite the same. Cherubia, Vargfel, and the larger world is my creation. And I've worked alot on it. What you'll see here will be a tiny fragment of what's going on, but rest assured, it will be of better quality than what I scribble down in half-sleep. This site will take you into a conflict - or more presicely, the aftermath of the climatic battle - where orcs have invaded the human kingdom. *Yawn* Yes, trivial, I know. This is why I need to put those old stereotypes together in new and exciting ways, and go for sheer quality. I may not be Tolkien or Jordan, but I have a twisted mind, so it shouldn't be that hard for me to give it a go. As you enter it, you'll enter the City of Vargfel, a city troubled by enemies from both without and within. You will need to take up the mantle of the hero in one of three classes, but with plenty of variables, believe me. Will you choose to be a Monk of the Cult Missionares with *those* five prayers, hailing from Aegthir, or will you play as a Soldier with command training and the pike for his main weapons, or something entrely else? Either way, feel free to ask me and those who're helping me out questions at any time. I'm here to help. You're here to save mankind. ;-) "There is much to say about our world, our time. It is filled with terror and agony, and it offers precious little in return. Yet, this much is true; it is our world, our time, and it is up to us how we meet it. I prefer to meet it face to face, standing on my own two feet." - Abu ibn Walirad, Djinn Planeswalker. "History is recorded with the blood of ordinary people." - Cherubian saying. |
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| Kedryn Foxtail | Jan 17 2009, 11:30 PM Post #2 |
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Very complicated... I like it! R&U. |
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| Aslack Jermundsson | Feb 14 2009, 09:48 PM Post #3 |
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R&U |
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