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The Guilty Crown: Blood for the Thrones

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It is After Scouring 1183. In this year waged the battle of Beornan Lows, the Principality Szaalanden's armies fell to the blade of Alaric the Black Prince as the principality of Arunafeltz grows stronger, the League is ever cautious. In the days of old the restless King Ostwalde looked only to peace and sovereignty. Now the march sounds as trumpets herald the clash of steel.

The League of Commonwealth, comprised of the Eastern 'Romantic' nations are ever vigilant as their neighbor slowly swells in influence. The horrors and atrocities of war was well imprinted in the minds of the populace, ever cautious as to not bring about all-out war. But despite the pretenses of peace brought from the assuring words of Ambassadors, the League and the Principality arm their soldiers at home readying for war.

Tensions runs high and many Lords swear their fealty to their Kings as war would soon find itself knocking upon their doorstep. Amidst the tensions that slowly rise, an Ancient evil awakens, wandering the world as it seeks once again to bring about 'That-which-existed-not'. Balgravor the Sower of Death, Tzentich the Many-tongued. All but many names to describe the 'No-God', a being of immense evil and destruction. Caged a milennia ago during the Scouring, his maddening whispers haunt the mortal world, evidence that he will once again rise and rule this world as his footstool, writhing in flames and reeking of slaughter.

Amidst all of this...what begins as a simple squabble in the Small fiefdom of Delsbrook becomes an uproar as the call to Arms overshadows the small land...​
 
Terminology​

The Shining Saint: A figure of immense righteousness, he is seen to be the visionary of the world, it's creator. Many in his time doubted him as he spread his words of righteousness and submission to 'The Will'. He was murdered, circumfixated upon a brass ring and left to hang. On the 4th Week he rose from his mortal slumber and designated 7 Primarchs to rule the world in his stead, ascending into the heavens while the 7 kingdoms rose into power.

Eida, the World-Dragon: A Primal who lives deep within the core of the world. Erewa, the planet, will continue to exist as long as this creature breaths. She had been injured by a single Mortal, the future Dragon King-Of-Arms had defeated her with his bare hands and bathed in her blood granting him near Demi-god powers.



Kingdoms​

Britannia: The Monarch state of Britannia answers only to the Romantians, a lineage that reaches all the way back to the 1st Disciple, Julius the White Shield. Rich in crops and minerals, the kingdom of Britannia had been tasked to ease tensions amongst her neighbors and was instrumental in establishing the League of Commonwealth. They rule under the guidance of Queen Camilla the 8th, the figurehead of the empire. The principality of Delsbrook is located here, where the story begins.

Marsielle: A republic who had disposed of their monarch in the bloodless revolution, forced to set aside their past conflicts they joined the League of Commonwealth to stall the growing influence of the Arunafeltz republic and it's allies. Known best for the iron and coal mines within the mountains that guard Mariselle like a mighty fortress, protected by the 3rd Disciple, Vigrade the Stalwart, the current republic swears fealty to Clovis Monteblanc, the president of the Republic.

Arawaltz: The long-time ally of Marsielle and Arawaltz, the small and peace-loving Kingdom has co-existed with it's neighbors around as a trading route facing the eastern countries. Within its lands lay the countless battlefields fought during the first Scouring, even in times long past the sounds of battle and the roaring of trumpets could be faintly heard there...

Szaalanden:The city of the Three Peaks, it is a mountain City straddling the great Shelf that divides the Romantic Kingdoms and the Eastern empires. In the past it had been the burial ground of 'Tor-Anlak'Farul' , the dreaded Golden Ark when the Sky fell from the heavens. It was recently annexed by Arunafeltz, holding the Royal family as a hostage to force the country to their will.

Isteval: The Holy Kingdom of Isteval remains to this day a popular destination for pilgrims eager to witness the seal of the Shining Saint. Deriving it's authority in the name of the Shining Saint, Isteval is the location of the Golden Throne where the 8th Disciple, Schezar the Unyielding is seated, unable to die nor to live. It has vowed to remain Neutral even though 'independent' armies affiliated with Isteval would fight by the side of Arunafeltz.

Arunafeltz: The belligerent empire of the East, forming an alliance with Drasvadaeina and a secret Pledge from Isteval, they have been aggressively spreading their influence. By claiming that the lands administered by Britannia was actually entrusted to the 4th and closest Disciple to the Shining Saint, Trstaen the Eternal they have justified the aggressive annexation of Szaalanden. Under the rule of Lord Bismarck Ostwalde the Eagle, they slowly expand their territory. Within their domain is housed the Thousand Hall, the dreaded resting place of 'The Lovers'.

Drasvadaeina: The Kingdom nearest to the outlands, Drasvadaeina has existed as a vanguard against the creatures that exist beyond the civilized world of Erewa. With it's back against an endless expanse of barren waste and hostile creatures eager for human flesh, Drasvadaeina has raised a very powerful army and undergoes a strict regimen of eugenics, breeding only the finest soldiers. The country, under the hand of King Eizabella Lebellont, executes any outsiders in their extreme case of xenophobia.

Bronquia: Though landlocked between Britannia, Marsielle and Arawaltz, the small principality of Bronquia is indepdent, ruled as a Slave-city by the dreaded Dragon King-Of-Arms. Ruled by a tyrant and a murderer, even soldiers from all countries are hesitant to fight him. With the blood of the World-Dragon coursing in his veins, armed with the protection of a Dragon they march where they please, slaughtering any living being they come across.
 
Characters​

Nathaniel of the House of Delsbrook: Borne from Elsa, the daughter of Lord Cameron, the owner of the Fiefdom of Delsbrook. He does not know that he was the son of the Dragon King-of-Arms. Naturally curious towards many subjects, particularly botany. He is secretly loathed and feared by the royal court.

Raymond of the 8th Chair: A slaveknight in the service of Lord Cameron, he is designated to protect Nathaniel despite his sentiments towards protecting the son of the Dragon King-of-Arms. He is a very harsh yet wise teacher to Nathaniel.
 
Date: Auguste 28th, GY173
Location: Castle Delsbrook, the Private Gardens

It was a farce, to suppress their hatred of that Madman and to cradle his son within their breast. It was a deed that no sword nor atrocity could compare to raising the child of the killer who had repeatedly sacked villages and left nothing but bodies to be buried and broken futures. Yet the Fiefdom of Delsbrook sat with a knife held at its throat, to raise the son of the Dragon King-of-Arms. Their treatment of him was the difference between total annihilation and to live another year.

Their helplessness...to know that even in peace they made fools out of themselves...to live under the slavery to the Dragon King-of-Arms' will without the chains to testify to...a cruel act that no massacre could compare to! Raymond, the Slaveknight of the 8th Chair was told time and time again not to go hard on the young boy. He was not allowed to take out his anger on the son of the bastard who slew his family, raped his sister and slit the throat of his younger brother before them as they lay dying. Yet, not even the words of his Lord could curb his hatred, striking without hesitation even though he was met with equal resistance.

"Your footwork, you oaf! Work on that!"
"K-Kuhu!"

Blunt steel rang out within the confines of the gardening tower. Insisting on a change of scenery, it was odd for the modest young man to ask for something. He had been a quiet young boy, spending his time alone in the libraries. He would complete his studies without hesitation, he would not skip out or even attempt to lie. He told only the truth and kept a low profile in Court Summons when he would sit by the right hand of the Lord as his 'son'. Had it not been for his blind hatred of that man who took everything, he would have openly praised Nataniel for his hard-working nature. No matter how many bruises he incurred he always fought back. He was neither the finest swordsman he taught, but he was quick to learn.

With the focus on footwork his steps became more fluid in motion, the stance pliant enough to avoid his swift strikes yet stiff whenever he would meet Raymond's overhead strikes head on. Oh? He was working up a good defense, interesting! "I see you are working on your defense, lad." he briefly commented, pushing back the young man, red hair swaying momentarily as he leaped back, stumbling briefly before maintaining his position. "I do thank you, Sir Raymond. But...the trouble with foot steps are that I-" Suddenly, Raymond paced quickly towards the red-haired man, blade drawn high and the full intent to strike clear. Caught by surprise, Nathaniel was not able to mount a sufficient defense.

"Never let your guard down, Prince!"
"Kuhu! Uwwaahhhh!"

With a loud screech, steel clashed and left sparks flying as he was pushed backwards, disarmed as he fell. When he tried to raise his head, he saw only his Instructor's blade, eyes burning with the intent to kill, only to sheath his blade as he saw two other figures approaching. "Ah, My lady...it is an honor for you to visit us..." he said. While some reservations would be made with the young Prince being injured in the mock battle, atleast his Lordship can turn a blind eye to it.
 
Elaine normally found no joy in watching men swing swords at one another. While she did enjoy participating in a good duel or sparring session, watching two others go at it became boring and she became antsy. While she wasn't a fabulous swordsman, she could hold her own for a few moments against skilled fighters. The thrill of it was enough for her; the skill she had rested in archery. That day, however, was different than most. A series of events had lead up to that moment and now she was playing on what she had been trained to do.

Instead of her normal green dyed leathers and rough boots, Elaine was in a stunning gown appropriate for a lady of her status. It was a pale blue dress that matched her eyes well and shimmered as she walked about. Thin and uncomfortable slippers had replaced her sturdy footwear. Her thick, silver blonde hair was free that day instead of being in a braid. A silver diadem was placed on her head to show her rank. How she hated dressing in such a way. It made her feel like a strutting peacock which she disdained. Why did this cloak and dagger sort of plan have to be in effect? Elaine knew that she had been raised for this purpose; she did not see why putting an arrow between the Prince's eyes was such a bad thing.

She did not mind dying for the honor of her family name. What happened to her afterward was of little consequence to her. If she was killed then so be it.

As she approached the two fighting she lowered her head somewhat in the femininely demure fashion that was popular within the courts. Clearly, however, she did not like it. Her very body language told as much as she fidgeted and wrung her hands together.

"I was in the mood for some entertainment," she replied in hushed tones. Not because she wanted to sound like that. Her bodice had been laced a little too tightly, making breathing difficult. "So I thought to see if you were training someone in this yard... I see you are occupying his Highness."

She lifted her eyes towards the prince and she noticed that, to much of her glee, that he had been injured a little bit. She rendered a stiff bow to the royal.
 
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