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The Eternal Court 

 

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In the outskirts of Atlas, if one were to follow the rumors and speculation of tavern dwellers in hushed voices, one might be so unfortunate to behold the sight of the Coutiers. They feed of the life forces of the conquered, and in so, make themselves the enemy of the meek. 

 

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Origins

 

Much in the way of the deathless folk have existed in a stagnant purgatory for some time now. Creatures created in the same fashion as Liches, they differ from their cousins in necromancy in that they were incapable of magic in their past lives and therefore remain incapable of most magic in their modern existence. They remain subservient to those who own their Phylactery, and as time has gone on, more and more of these have ended up in the hands of a few, select entities. It is these people that have rallied the Darkstalkers, and have in doing this created a culture of warriors dependent on the enslaving and slaughter of aliens.

 

They rally under the name of The Court, and unite with the purpose of bettering their own lives through cooperation with their necromantic kin. To say one person united the dead would be foolish, however it does seem that, as time has gone on, the power over these creatures and their wills has come into the control of a sole entity.

 

Government

 

The Courtiers are led by a monarch, who they call King. Their hierarchy is much like that of the humans that they are shadows of, with self-styled dukes, barons and knights, although very little else, as they are not bound to the typical needs of mortals. The roles of serfs and peasants are reserved for the lesser undead, the Ghouls. The Darkstalkers themselves are all a self-styled level of aristocracy.

 

The Ghouls serve as the footmen of the band, and follow their lord into battle as hulking shields of resistant flesh. Knights  are the lowest form of nobility in the Broken court, often the cavalry or shock troops of the army. Although they do not possess footmen, they often are in units with other Knights, meant to inflict as much damage as possible. Groups of Knights will serve a Baron, and Barons to Dukes, Dukes to Kings. These individual governments, however, more resemble warbands than actual fiefdoms, and land is scarcely distributed amongst the dead, armor and weaponry taking that role. 

 

Customs

 

The Courtiers are characterized by their life drain. By draining a sentient creature of their essence, it prolongs its own life. Many might see them as barbaric brutes, killing and draining on the battlefield. However, while some of this is true, the culture that has developed around the exploitation of the living is far more systemic than that of a ghoul. 

 

The normal rites begin with the gathering of prisoners after the conflict, whether it be the soldiers or women and children they were protecting. The Broken Lords will proceed to sacrifice a share of their captives, often the weaker, frailer specimens, giving the majority of these chosen few to be shared amongst the upper echelon of aristocracy. 

 

The majority are taken as slaves.Their lives are lived as prisoners, often as cattle for the Lords to feast on, their tax on their souls instead of their pockets. The slaves are divided up amongst the raiding band, given to all ranks of nobility.

What follows is a form of tribute, with Courtiers giving their respective servants a large share of the slaves they’ve collected, and this process repeating itself up to the level of king. The likelihood of survival is low, and often it could be found that these slaves end up becoming some lower undead themselves. 

 

Often, when a slave has finished its service, its soul broken by the constant exposure to the draining of a Lord, it will be plucked from its hovel and ritually drained much like a criminal, except far less humiliatingly and prominent, and often without the painful torture provided by crucifiction. Indeed, they may be tied down, but often they are so meek already that resistance is impossible. After they are drained, the necromancer does what he will. 

 

 

 

Laws:

 

Amongst themselves, the Eternal Court holds a code of chivalry. Things that determine knighthood to a mortal man apply to the Lords and their courtiers, however laws regarding slaves are solely determining what one may do to another’s slaves, meaning each Darkstalker has a right to do what they please with their slaves, so long as it is not snubbing their lord of his due tax. Murder, theft, etc. are punishable by both imprisonment (with the supplementary starvation of aura) and execution of the Darkstalker by draining at the hands of its liege lord. 

 

The process begins by taking the imprisoned and crucifying him, binding his bones to a cross. From that point, the cross is brought before the court, and, with the Lord in front of him, the draining begins. Execution takes roughly fifteen minutes, and the victim is subject to extreme pain, which is normally unfelt by Darkstalkers.

 

Laws concerning the peasantry of Ghouls, those converted to the undeath, are conflicted. A ghoul may not own slaves, but it may feast at his pleasure on the surrounding countryside. He must accept the summons for the levy, and treat nobles as nobles must be treated, however in most senses they are free to live their lives as they please. 

 

Attire:

 

The Court and it's Lords prefer eccentric full plate armor, ornate and decorated much like that of their living counterparts. They do not, however, ever take off their arms unless it is in dire need of cleaning, mostly for the purpose of improving their own appearance. Broken Lord armor is often a symbol of status, made of magical alloy similar to bronze and steel.

 

The Mask is the quintessential part of the Lords’ culture. It is the key decoration on each Lord, their status and emblem, a tool for both intimidation and sensation in the court and on the battlefield. Often, they will depict sculls, or screaming men, although some prefer completely outlandish masks to frighten an enemy or draw attention to one’s self. The more prominent a Lord, the more outstanding their armor and mask are.

 

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credit to kid mackin for writing 99% of this

 

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"No no no no no." A short figure, draped in ragged robes and an absurdly large hat shakes its head. "Malineer was mad as a starving ghoul, and this decision madder still.  To organize behind walls is an invitation for lightbearers and maleficar."

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As a decades old Necromancer stood reading the news, he would grind his teeth together slightly, before throwing the news aside.

 

"The fools will fail as all have before. They will return to the Gravelords in time."

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2 minutes ago, Parkins said:

As a decades old Necromancer stood reading the news, he would grind his teeth together slightly, before throwing the news aside.

 

"The fools will fail as all have before. They will return to the Gravelords in time."

 

 

"Who?" inquires the elderly Necromancer after hearing word about the return of the Gravelords.

 

"Never heard of them."

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Elvira would hear the news while travelling, the woman tilting her head curiously while her expression grows thoughtful. "Hmm... seems like trouble is brewing once more should these rumours be true."


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Azariah would listen to some men talking of the rumours within one of the taverns. The Good Doctor shakes her head and thinks: ...would have expected this court to remain  in the shadows and silent rather make themselves known... and they wonder why the maleficars flock to them like starved vultures to pieces of flesh in the past, they place a target upon themselves by making themselves known!

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39 minutes ago, Ambduscias said:

 

"Who?" inquires the elderly Necromancer after hearing word about the return of the Gravelords.

 

"Never heard of them."

 

"The fuckers who created half of the generation of shittery that you beat yourselves too" says Tempest, an aged and withered ghoul.

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Victoria Vientos would read over the information, tossing it into the hearth at it's conclusion. "Undead should not be playing at being Kings. I hope this is dealt with swiftly." She'd look to her daughter, who sat aiding with her mother's paperwork, pondering the contents of the document once more.

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A newly converted Ghoul walks towards wherever these rumors may lead.

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This current Guild has been deemed inactive and has hereby been moved. If you wish to appeal this decision you must present evidence to myself proving the guild is still active.

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