Nethrel

~Rhunia~ A New Dawn Lore/History Whispering Meadows, Broad trees, Crisp-cold snow settling onto the peaceful grass blades that sway amongst the Northern Breeze. Dwalia, Daughter of Dwalin. Rides her muscular, black horse North, through Queen’s forest and closer towards the pink cloud that lay over the Nation Hanseti like a blanket. Dwalia and her horse ride slowly and quietly through the forest, making no noise whatsoever but the crisping crunch of snow under the hooves and the warm, misty breath of both creatures. As they ride they eventually come to an open at the end of the vast forest where strong winds hit against Dwalia’s eardrums like a battle announcer. Her horse stands on its hind legs ever so quickly hitting the air with its front legs and screeching loudly, making an echo stretch over the river that separates them from the Northern mountain ranges. Dwalia is flung off the back of her horse and planted directly into the snow back first winding her. However she quickly rises and runs to the front of her horse coughing and ploughing through the think snow bank and caressing the horses fur with her palms for comfort. “Easy! Easy, the winds cannot harm ye,” she says with a warm, soft tone. The horse lowers and grunts a few times through its nostrils as snow tickles the tip end. Dwalia brushes the horse’s snout and stares above, looking into the sunset and watching the moon rise from the other side of the skies. She lowers her hands and takes hold of the reins, directing the horse back into the forest density to find shelter. Dwalia and her horse come to a small land opening from the dense tree canopy’s and decides to set down her belongings and luggage beside the base of a large spruce tree, with its canopy providing shelter from the heavy snow descending upon them. Dwalia reaches around the broad, pine trunk with rein in hand and ties the rein together, causing her horse to stay there for the duration of the night. She taps the horses back side gently to cause it to lower into a laying position with the snow acting as a frozen cushion. She picks up a few surrounding sticks under the towering tree and piles them up upon one another. She sits beside the pile, pushing away her many fur coats from beneath her and sit’s cross legged onto the snow leaning her back against the horses stomach for warmth. Dwalia reaches over to her pouch and emerges two small flint extracts in which she sparks up onto the sticks to create a minor fire using the twigs and sticks she recently gathered. Dwalia retires back and emerges her tattered pocket book in which she begins to scribble some words down shakily due to the decreasing temperature. Suddenly a broken twig is heard and a ruffle of leaves sounds from the forest depths. Dwalia’s ears prick high as she drops her writing chalk and grasps her sword hilt softly not loosing focus from the location of the noise. Dwalia slowly and cautiously rose to her feet with her sword grasped tight beside herself whilst swallowing deeply the cold air and steadily creeps towards the forest as the condensation of her breath erupts at a more frequent pace from her lips. Without warning two bearded men charged from the forest also with heavy fur coats and swords a blaze. The horse pulls suddenly and snaps the rein restricting it, running into the forest through blind panic as Dwalia deflects both strikes one after the other from both men and looks snappishly at the taller figure. “Who are you and what is your reason for dwelling this far north!” The men were hooded, only showing a broad, thick beard that trailed from their faces. The taller figure replied in a bellowing, low, croaky voice “We are Northerner ‘umans seeking refuge from the Oren Empire! And what of ye! Not often we encounter females this far from nobleman.” Dwalia lowers her sword and nods to them both to do the same “My name is Dwalia and I also seek refuge from Oren. Come; let us talk amongst the fire,” The three of them sit around the smaller fire, with Dwalia at one end and the two men on the other. She chucks them both a stale loaf of bread and hands them two bowls of water each. The two men quickly grasp both items and consume large, hearty bites from the loaf, followed by heavy swallows of water. Dwalia eyes them both curiously and begins by asking. “So. What are both ye names?” After around thirty seconds, the taller figure wipes his hairy face and beard with the back of his hand and burps. Before any words are spoken by the pair they remove their hoods that are now to be seen, made from Wolf hides. The wolves’ upper jaw and head displayed above theirs. “I am Boris, and this ‘ere be Vangard. Vangard lost his tongue in teh battle of Aegis so he cannot share his voice with ye. But aye, we c’mere to be at part from Oren and their smug, noble way of life as it has caused us to beh treated wrongly. T-... They beat meh wife repeatedly, and they made certain atrocities that I dare not echo,” Dwalia nods and scratches her soft chin contemplating on recent events within the Empire. She looks to both of them and makes out their age to roughly be fifty years. She then stances her back up-right and drops her arms to her crossed knees. “That’s all I needed to hear,” The two men look at her confused as she stands to her feet looking down upon them both. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNpUnUBhURY “For two long has this ‘purity’ of nobles trod over us like dirt under their feet. Like sh*t on their shoulder that they brush off whenever they can be bothered. The Emperor himself doesn’t even have the decency to watch over his people personally; he leaves the duties to his Inquisitors or Knights! Well if no other will attempt to stand against this menace then I shall.” The two men slowly rise to be standing with her with semi grins on their faces. “For months, years even. I and many other Humans have lived trapped under the restrictions and laws made by the nobles of Oren and other various law enforcers that are not to benefit the Human body, but only to benefit the King himself. Where is the consideration for the citizens? I don’t know about you but I cannot recall him ever asking the people’s input. Why split a community when it is better together, shoulder to shoulder as brothers and sisters of the almighty mother Asulon. Well I for a fact would trade all the days of living under slavery, rape and murder to have a chance, one chance to make a difference and say enough to the power hungry bastards.” The two men raise their water bowls into the air with chuckled grins on their faces as Dwalia joins contact with hers before lowering the bowls back to their mouths to consume the remaining liquid. Dwalia lowers the bowl and looks over the rim muttering the faint words “A new dawn,” ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~ MC Name: Nethrel RP Name: Dwalia Village Name: Rhunia Why is your character starting this village/settlement? What is its purpose? To house/ care/ and live amongst all refugees of unfair and injustice leaders. To co-exist with one another from family to family, House to House, Race to Race in a safe Haven, soon to be known as Rhunia. Many might say that is impossible, that no place can provide such safety and happiness between beings, and in all honesty, I would agree. However I wish to make this dream a reality with myself and the help of others so we can make a place where Equality and fairness between players is second nature. What type of political system or leadership is within the village? Well there would be an overseeing Leader that would watch over the village’s progression and manage overall activity within the village alongside his/her Colleagues. Under the overseeing Leader would be his/her “Council” members. These members would receive such roles and responsibilities as~ -Chiefton (Manages the troops and band of soldiers) -Harvest Leader (Manages the farm income and village supplies) -Priest (Manages religion, Marriages, Village beliefs and ways of life) *As the civilization progresses more responsibilities and roles will be added but for now these are the essential roles* What sort of behaviour will resident’s exhibit? (Race relations, nation relations, etc.) A hearty, brave and laboured way of life. Where all village citizens always consider not only themselves but the people around them to work in harmony with one another and to always adapt and move forward in the genre of industry. Where would you prefer the town’s region be? Including a screenshot of the land would be nice (of game or map). Preferably a spacious plot of land quite far north and in a snow biome would be brilliant, but we’re flexible to change. Any other details (architecture, races, culture, etc): Architecture: The architecture of the village would be a rather simple, make-shift village to the exterior and outside view. They would consist of simple, weaker stone’s such as cobblestone and tree logs for support beams and decoration. Along the lines of this.. Races: The village is open to all races however those who have the aggressive nature for war and squabble are not welcome and if found with this will be dealt with. Culture: The Village culture will be a gothic, Scottish type background with Northern accents and heavy drinking to symbol happy life and a close community between villagers. They would not possess artistic robes or shimmering armour from fancy gems, they would merely wear thin, cotton robes and gowns with the occasional worn down, cheap stone armour for fighters. Players who have agreed to sign this charter (5 name minimum): -Derrek_Elendil (XxDukesterxX) -Valgard (XxHammerHeadxX) -Dwalia (Nethrel) -Boris (DrManic) - (Kaydovee_) - (TheRealKiru) - (Jtheo2016) - (Alakabam) - (MonkeyCoffee) - (Redcake) - (Glylith) - (Sifhalla) - (Gemmylou) - (Zmoore) *Players who haven’t signed on this post have either done it OOC’ly IG or through Skype.*

Ah! This'll defiantly improve RP situations

*Dwalia reads the note and grins as she loves to watch a good fight.* "Ah! Bunch o' Dwarves knockin' teh shite outta' eachover! I'll be der!," *She stuffs the note in her Breastplate and walks away whistling and swinging her Axe back and forth beside her*

Sorry if this is Indeed a 'blonde' uestion but is there a date fro the 3.0 release?

*Dwalsia see's the writing and smiles knowing that the Dwarven Nation shall rise once again. She then scrunches it up into her hands heavily and lobs it at a nearby bird. Chuckling, she walks away, axe swinging from her belt.*

((Tara's mother Shoi left her as well! Now we're equal :P))

Former Princess of the once Grand city of Alras, Tara. Sit's in her chambers at the unknown location in which she is staying with her, now much older Ascended Mother. She looks out of the Castle towards the rising sun and see's a bird's silhouette heading straight for her. When it finally perches itself onto the window ledge she comes to realize it is one of her Husbands hawk's. Perching it onto her shoulder and smiling, she attaches a parchment to it's leg. "I shall be seeing you shortly my love, and to Althos." ((Mummeh's coming Althos! You can't hide! xP))

*Tara see's the note and smiles, reminding herself of her own special day long ago. She nods and decides to attend in the good spirit of love and marriage*

((So many Mina involved! But this is a very interesting read!))

I am selling Bread for 50 Mina a basket (stack) and Steak for 120 Mina a stack. Send me a bird and we'll trade! ((Nethrel))

*Reads this and raises a brow* If house Norsem is being immature and seeking war for no reason the Elendil should not stoop to their level and rise above them. This is not a war, it is a disagreement.

((These pics are adorable! :P))

*Reads the note and smiles slightly, muttering to herself* "Those were the days,"

((If you re make Skravia the Holy Oren Empire will bring it back down again))

*Signs