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Magnacia RP: A very yellow expedition

Four days had passed since the Diladuta Expedition, Tandang Makalon had already confirmed the status of the Yellow Rift, that of the is once again flowing, even expanding the rift since Tandang Makalon's last visit. Makalon measured the rift once again and had found that it has grown by approximately 25 Dupas (Meters) across, about 100 times larger than the last time (3.1 Meters wide), it had also appeared that a tribe had settled the area, calling themselves as Kiba-Sagu. The Kiba-Sagu built a small town made of Akasa and Okasi trees, which can be found sporadically along the savannah.

The Expedition Party entered the Kiba-Sagu town, by which the people consider them as gods, due to their costumes and weapons. Tenyente (Lieutenant) Y (pronounced as "ih") Magalon fired his Flintlock at the man, fearing for his life, which the tribesmen then called him as the 'God of Death', capable of taking someone's life with just his long stick. Tandang Makalon thinks that this might be the same thing that had happen with their ancestors at Urupa, misinterpreting them as gods due to their advanced technological advantage, but now that the Ginugpaans had managed to emulate them, they are slowly losing their faith in gods.
The Expedition Party continued their probe of the town until they reached the Town Square, where they had seen crosses, specifically St. George's Cross dripped in blood, topped with a shield of three lions on a red background quartered with a flour-de-lis on blue background.
This had enraged the Expedition Party, causing them to kill all the inhabitants for their heresy.

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Tuirsland wrote:Magnacia RP: A Royal Marriage from the Crown Lands

Upon receiving the "love" letter from Her Majesty, the Rag-hah fell in love, of course, by nature, he kept attention on the painting of Her Majesty, rather than listening to the contents of the love letter. This was the woman that replaced Narya Tresa Gi Ligspi, the daughter of his 5th cousin, twice removed, who has almond skin, a green eyes that match her auburn hair. He, in return, sent a letter to Her Majesty, the Queen Gwen of the Crown Lands,

"Greetings, Your Majesty,

I have seen that you have been blessed by your gods, and I have been grateful that you have sent your proposals.
Out of 90 women from every corner of the known world, 43 of which, are far relatives of mine, yours by far had watched my attention. There is something about your face, something of sunshine that made me feel alive. Your blond hairs outshone the golden frame of your portraiture, your eyes made my heart melt upon peeking, and your smile is something each man would desire for a woman. I, therefore, accept your proposal, you can decide the date so that I could send my finest carriages, but it shall be held in Kataasan Palace, where I decided to be the future home of our children.

From His Holy Majesty, Filepi di Ginugpaan."

His Holiness, in response, sent the Queen his portrait, this time in a frame made of ivory that contains Ruby and Saphire, the gemstones of love in the Ginugpaani culture. His Holiness' portrait was made recently after his coronation, it was his face in the Holy Coat and the Imperial Crown, but his face dominates the picture, he has a white, almost pearl-like skin, his lips were rosy red, his eyes were bluish-green, descended from his father's father, and his cheeks were rosy. His skin was rather different from the rest of Ginugpaan, this was because they are directly descended from Urupa, the realm of the gods.

Alongside His Holy Majesty's face, is the Kataasan Palace, a huge palace made of marble and gold which was built over the course of a decade, every Rag-hahs have lived and died here, it is often believed that the Palace is inhabited by 10 different Rag-hahs, starting from Rag-hah Constiple I di Ginugpaan to Filepi V di Ginugpaan.

Gwen smiles, knowing she has caused this new king to fall for her. She finds him handsome indeed, and just as so his palace. So, an official marriage proposal is sent from the Head Septon, as is tradition.

Et Earello Endorenna
utulien
Sinome maruvan
ar Hildinyar
tenn' Anbar-metta
~
Out of the Great sea,
to Middle-earth I am come
In this place I will abide,
and my heirs,
unto the ending of the world

Through the stormy night rode a courier. Dressed in a long black cloak over a dark black and green uniform of some kind, a backpack stabbed to his back, the man was a strange site for the people of the the lands far from the Reunited Kingdom. The man rode a great white stallion, dressed in an armour of some sort of leather, a sword on his belt and a bow on his horses side. For 6 days he had ridden across the lands, from the hills of Ithillen, around the black rocks at the border of Mordor, across the Great Plains. He had finally arrived in the land they called “The Crown Lands”. He manages to avoid detection, finally riding up the the capitol cities gates to the surprise of many. Even more to the surprise of the guards when he stated he was Bergill, Personal Messenger of His Majesty High King Tar Arfalor Anormegil I Eldarien Anarmacil of the House of Telcontar, ruler of the Reunited Kingdom of Gondor and Arnor, before requesting an audience with the monarch.

Holy Roman Empires2

Hermes Express 123 wrote: Et Earello Endorenna
utulien
Sinome maruvan
ar Hildinyar
tenn' Anbar-metta
~
Out of the Great sea,
to Middle-earth I am come
In this place I will abide,
and my heirs,
unto the ending of the world

Through the stormy night rode a courier. Dressed in a long black cloak over a dark black and green uniform of some kind, a backpack stabbed to his back, the man was a strange site for the people of the the lands far from the Reunited Kingdom. The man rode a great white stallion, dressed in an armour of some sort of leather, a sword on his belt and a bow on his horses side. For 6 days he had ridden across the lands, from the hills of Ithillen, around the black rocks at the border of Mordor, across the Great Plains. He had finally arrived in the land they called “The Crown Lands”. He manages to avoid detection, finally riding up the the capitol cities gates to the surprise of many. Even more to the surprise of the guards when he stated he was Bergill, Personal Messenger of His Majesty High King Tar Arfalor Anormegil I Eldarien Anarmacil of the House of Telcontar, ruler of the Reunited Kingdom of Gondor and Arnor, before requesting an audience with the monarch.

Holy Roman Empires2

Gwen at this time was eating fruit in the palace terrace, looking over the grapes that winced their way all teh way up to her. She was sitting there with two other ladies of the court, when she was interrupted by a low court offical who often acted as a messenger.

"Majesty, a courtier, from Gonor and Arnor from the High King Tar Afala..."

he started to carerogically started to mispronounce the name of the High King before she stopped him

"Its High King Tar Afrlalor Anormeli, ect ect. Tell him I'm ready, send him to my private quarters here."

she went over to her couch where she sat down, laying herself down

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Holy Roman Empires2 wrote:Gwen at this time was eating fruit in the palace terrace, looking over the grapes that winced their way all teh way up to her. She was sitting there with two other ladies of the court, when she was interrupted by a low court offical who often acted as a messenger.

"Majesty, a courtier, from Gonor and Arnor from the High King Tar Afala..."

he started to carerogically started to mispronounce the name of the High King before she stopped him

"Its High King Tar Afrlalor Anormeli, ect ect. Tell him I'm ready, send him to my private quarters here."

she went over to her couch where she sat down, laying herself down

Bergill would emerge onto the terrace, still dressed in his green and black camogflague, but with his backpack and cloak with the horse at the stables. He walked over to the Queen and a couple of steps away, took a knee.

“Your Majesty! His King Eldarien offers his greetings to you, Queen of the Crownlands. For a long time the Reunited Kingdom has remained isolated in the South! As such, I have been ordered to discuss possible diplomatic relations, such as military aid, trade agreements, alliances or marriages.”

Hermes Express 123 wrote:Bergill would emerge onto the terrace, still dressed in his green and black camogflague, but with his backpack and cloak with the horse at the stables. He walked over to the Queen and a couple of steps away, took a knee.

“Your Majesty! His King Eldarien offers his greetings to you, Queen of the Crownlands. For a long time the Reunited Kingdom has remained isolated in the South! As such, I have been ordered to discuss possible diplomatic relations, such as military aid, trade agreements, alliances or marriages.”

she smiles

"And to who do i have the honor of adressing? Clementine!"

a servant comes, Gwen's Lady's maid

"Bring honey tea and lemon cakes."

"Majesty." she bows and takes her leave

"Yes, I should very much like such. What intrests me the most is your silk trade, one would be mistaken for thinking it's a monopoly?"

Holy Roman Empires2 wrote:she smiles

"And to who do i have the honor of adressing? Clementine!"

a servant comes, Gwen's Lady's maid

"Bring honey tea and lemon cakes."

"Majesty." she bows and takes her leave

"Yes, I should very much like such. What intrests me the most is your silk trade, one would be mistaken for thinking it's a monopoly?"

The messenger stands up and replies, “I am Bergill, son of Beregond, messenger of the King.”

He finds a couch and takes a seat.

“Yes, we have a....monopoly of sorts on the industry of silk and elvish goods.”

Most of the High Elhad left the world for the undying lands. The few remaining high elves lived in Lindon and Lotheriel, while the more numerous Wood Elves remained in Dorwinion, The Greenwood and in the colony in Ithillien. As such, the Reunited Kingdom and its ally Dale remained as the only nations that still had large amounts of trade with Elves, and had a monopoly on Elvish goods like fine silks and fabrics, luxurious artwork and Perfume, and the top bows and instruments.

Aside from this, Gondor grew massive amounts of silk in the grand manor estates in Dol Amroth and Harandor around the Bay of Belfas, exporting it across the lands. Elvish goods and Gondorian silk held great value among the Nobility and Royalty of other nations

“By your interest, can I assume you wish to open trade for silk? Perhaps buy some? I’m sure your majesty would look wonderful in a silk dress?”

Bergill pleasantly smiled through this all. The crown lands would be a good ally

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Hermes Express 123 wrote:The messenger stands up and replies, “I am Bergill, son of Beregond, messenger of the King.”

He finds a couch and takes a seat.

“Yes, we have a....monopoly of sorts on the industry of silk and elvish goods.”

Most of the High Elhad left the world for the undying lands. The few remaining high elves lived in Lindon and Lotheriel, while the more numerous Wood Elves remained in Dorwinion, The Greenwood and in the colony in Ithillien. As such, the Reunited Kingdom and its ally Dale remained as the only nations that still had large amounts of trade with Elves, and had a monopoly on Elvish goods like fine silks and fabrics, luxurious artwork and Perfume, and the top bows and instruments.

Aside from this, Gondor grew massive amounts of silk in the grand manor estates in Dol Amroth and Harandor around the Bay of Belfas, exporting it across the lands. Elvish goods and Gondorian silk held great value among the Nobility and Royalty of other nations

“By your interest, can I assume you wish to open trade for silk? Perhaps buy some? I’m sure your majesty would look wonderful in a silk dress?”

Bergill pleasantly smiled through this all. The crown lands would be a good ally

"We should like to create a contract of bond and honor for our merchants to trade for your silks and elvish goods on that case."

she smiled ever so faintly, it was good business after all

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Holy Roman Empires2 wrote:"We should like to create a contract of bond and honor for our merchants to trade for your silks and elvish goods on that case."

she smiled ever so faintly, it was good business after all

“As ordered by the High King, I have authority to negotiate on the Reunited Kingdoms behalf. We would be happy to trade our fine goods. Given we have had no prior trade, a bond would be good. Would formal embassies also be acceptable?”

Magnacia RP: L'etat c'est moi!

Rag-hah Filepi V's reign is filled with discoveries and knowledge, even though he only reigned for a year. One of them is the general genealogy of the people of Ginugpaan, and its language, which was very much Spanish, aside from some Tagalogs and Hiligaynons mixed alongside it. But, since these days, he had heard a murmur, a chatter perhaps, from the local peasants that the Real Audiencia, specifically, the Holy Council had been planning a coup d'etat against the Rag-hah, and replace him with his brother, Prince Hosep, Duke of Madrida and Lisbona. The plot, as confirmed by one of the captured Holy Knights, was to start with Tandang Makalon's mission, where he would be presumably kept in Diladuta for about 4-5 months, where he would be killed by "looters" on his way back, then, during Makalon's expedition, the Holy Knights would infiltrate the Kataasan Palace, pretending to be Imperial Guards, where, upon fully replacing the Imperial Guards, they would kill the Rag-hah on his very throne, after which the news will be brought to Tandang Makalon, thus allowing them to kill him. Then, upon the news of Prince Hosep's anointment as the new Rag-hah, they will abolish the Kaptansya-Heneral Council, thus allowing the full control of the Dakbanwa.

This greatly concerned Filepi V, which forced him to make his move first. He established the Royal Division, his own personal army, on which he hand-picked the members from over a hundred thousand Imperial Guards, from a common Soldier to the General-Marshal, this division will carry the most advanced weaponry in the Dakbanwa, and each and everyone shall be able to know each other's face, thus limiting the effectiveness of the Holy Knight's infiltration, they would also be commanded by the Rag-hah himself, not the Audiencia nor even his own mother, they are only loyal to him, not his country, or the would face death.

Magnacia RP: A letter for Her Majesty, the Queen Gwen of Crown Lands!

A herald from the mail-city of Ginlakbayan (m. "Travelled-to") had ridden out since the crack of dawn aboard the Lakbayanon-class Carriage (m. "Traveler's") drawn by the fastest horse the Rag-hah has to deliver a message to Her Majesty, the Queen of the Crown Lands, which reads:

"O my dear, I must say that we would postpone the wedding for a year and a half, for it is dangerous to cross the Diladuta, on which my enemies are. They are bound to kill anyone who dare cross the region, I have sent this herald from Ginlakbayan, for it would be safer for this message to reach you.

With love, from your future husband,
Filepi"

OCC:Holy Roman Empires2

Hermes Express 123 wrote:“As ordered by the High King, I have authority to negotiate on the Reunited Kingdoms behalf. We would be happy to trade our fine goods. Given we have had no prior trade, a bond would be good. Would formal embassies also be acceptable?”

"We shall dispatch Sir Roderick, but I warn you, he likes jousts."

OCC: I'm going to make a little incident with roderick

Tuirsland wrote:Magnacia RP: A letter for Her Majesty, the Queen Gwen of Crown Lands!

A herald from the mail-city of Ginlakbayan (m. "Travelled-to") had ridden out since the crack of dawn aboard the Lakbayanon-class Carriage (m. "Traveler's") drawn by the fastest horse the Rag-hah has to deliver a message to Her Majesty, the Queen of the Crown Lands, which reads:

"O my dear, I must say that we would postpone the wedding for a year and a half, for it is dangerous to cross the Diladuta, on which my enemies are. They are bound to kill anyone who dare cross the region, I have sent this herald from Ginlakbayan, for it would be safer for this message to reach you.

With love, from your future husband,
Filepi"

OCC:Holy Roman Empires2

Gwen is gripped from sour fear from this dreadful message, oh why did he not take the route along the neck? Oh why!

Holy Roman Empires2 wrote:"We shall dispatch Sir Roderick, but I warn you, he likes jousts."

OCC: I'm going to make a little incident with roderick

"Very well. If you would allow it, I will send a sealed letter back with Sir Roderick to inform the council of the agreement, and to request staff and supplies to set up an embassy. I shall take over as ambassador. Now, would it be possible to seal this agreement, perhaps with a state visit or a royal marriage?"

Hermes Express 123 wrote:"Very well. If you would allow it, I will send a sealed letter back with Sir Roderick to inform the council of the agreement, and to request staff and supplies to set up an embassy. I shall take over as ambassador. Now, would it be possible to seal this agreement, perhaps with a state visit or a royal marriage?"

Gwen looks up into the sky. An eagle flying overhead, a sign of good faith. But who needs such signs with such a blue sky overhead? Who needs such assurances with the sun and peaches hand in hand?

Gwen took a bite out of the peach in hand and nodded

"My nephew, eight years old man be betrothed as you wish."

----------

Sir Roderick loved the open air, and smiled to his squire

"You know where we are going?"

"Gonor and Arnor."

"That's right!"

he laughed heartily

"Boy, dont look so glum! I'll have one-hundred whores in my bed sheets before my stays done!"

the squire shaked his head, how this man lived to 45 he knew not

Magnacia RP:

The windswept northern country was harsh as could be, barely good plains of grass for cattle to graze, even the fish- the only thing plentiful, has an odd taste. Though its pike was certainly a delicacy to be he at inns along the road. No wonder such a people turned to faith to piously.

Marlon and Shack trotted their horses along the barn with four wagons behind them containing holy scripture and tapestries, as well as gold. Thirty armed guards were at the flanks, with this procession making it's way to the Capitol of the Northern lands (for that is what the Crown Lands call them), to give gifts in the name of the King (for as news travelled slowly, they had not yet learned of his death nor Queen Gwen's place.

This whole expedition was ordered and sent north in order to procure a treaty for the right to mine gold and ores in the mineral rich lands, and such objects would certainly help would they not?

As the gate and its wooden gate, nearly as proud as the stones of the walls were coming into view, Shack was intrigued in who would meet them. The Patriarch or the King?

OCC: The 1st Russian Order

Holy Roman Empires2 wrote:Gwen looks up into the sky. An eagle flying overhead, a sign of good faith. But who needs such signs with such a blue sky overhead? Who needs such assurances with the sun and peaches hand in hand?

Gwen took a bite out of the peach in hand and nodded

"My nephew, eight years old man be betrothed as you wish."

----------

Sir Roderick loved the open air, and smiled to his squire

"You know where we are going?"

"Gonor and Arnor."

"That's right!"

he laughed heartily

"Boy, dont look so glum! I'll have one-hundred whores in my bed sheets before my stays done!"

the squire shaked his head, how this man lived to 45 he knew not

"No, it is fine. I will send Sir Roderick to request a convoy be sent with supplies. Tell him to ride to Minas Tirith, the patrols should know to let him go thanks to the letter. If he likes fighting, he will like the upcoming harvest tournament."

Hermes Express 123 wrote:"No, it is fine. I will send Sir Roderick to request a convoy be sent with supplies. Tell him to ride to Minas Tirith, the patrols should know to let him go thanks to the letter. If he likes fighting, he will like the upcoming harvest tournament."

Sir Roderick joavily slapped his squire

"These Goanerias.."

"Sir that's now what they're called, where would you even get that idea?"

"Quiet, they- or am I pronouncing that right Nicholas?"

Nicholas nodded

"They will be having a harvest tournament, a house! Shine my armor, it may come in handy blinding my foe. Fe fi fo, I smell the blood of a Gonorman!"

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