Civilization RP

[Angder]

"Our technology is some of the best in the world" Esmeren declares proudly. "I Just hope we don't need to use it."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray, who had been harvesting crops at the time, was surprised by a young bear who brought to him a gem from a nearby lake. It was about the size of Ray's fist, and sparkled in the sunlight.

[Ben]

(Hope it's not too late to join)



Civ name: The Great Empire of Blades


Leader name: Ben


Leader age: 28


Leader Personality: Iron willed, courageous, cold blooded


Leader species: wolf


Leader sex: male


Military uniform (add pictures and/or describe: I'm sure you're all aware of what a spartan wears


Military weapons: The Dory, xiphos, the kopis, the bashing shield


Capital name: Stonebrook

[The Past]

((Please write the capital name in Latin (English) characters. Thank you. ))

[[INACTIVE]]

Bailey was now in his capital, sitting behind his desk.


"Sir, we have reports that the terrorist that attacked the conferences room where sent by someone else. A leader from what we got, but we don't know who." Said one of his Generals. Bailey looked up at him and screamed, "So we where set up!? One of those leaders hired terrorist to try to kill every single on of us in that conferences hall?!"


His General looked at him and began to stutter, "Y-Yes sir. But we don't know who." Bailey stood up and looked out his window, "We will find who ever hired them and destroy them. Who ever they are, we will find them. And we will kill every last one of them! Is the meeting hall in Lutz done with its repairs?" His General replayed, "Yes sir, It has been for the last four weeks." Bailey smiled and nodded his head, "Good, Good. I want the other leaders that where iin the Conference there so we can all talk about this." His general saluted him and walked away.

[Ben]

Ben sat quietly in his throne room looking out at his guard standing ready at the doors and at the base of his throne. Suddenly there came a knock on the door. Ben motioned for somebody to open it.

As the door opens sunlight pours in and behind it my runner. Fatigued he stumbles toward my throne. "What is it?" Ben asks the runner.
"Sir, there's been talk that there were attempted assassinations of the leaders around the world." The runner says heaving between words.
"Well with that I think we had better secure our boarders!"

I motion to an officer standing idle to my right. He approaches and I whisper to him a few orders before sending him off. "Get yourself some water, you've earned it" I nod and the runner leaves my throne room.

[The Past]

After the long journey back to the island of Burrklau, and a much more restful sleep, Jovri lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. His room, aside from it being spacious, was nothing too special when it came to Burrklauan standards. Despite technically being a monarchy, the leaders didn't have a very lavish lifestyle, while there were some luxuries. There were more important uses for the money.
Jovri was content with his surroundings and especially liked the handcrafted decor. He wanted to get into woodworking at some point, but he had more issues on his plate now. His nation just might fall into war at any moment, and there wasn't enough time to get prepared. Olohi's attempt to unite with other nations a couple years back put the island in this mess, but Jovri needed them to help defend it.

The sudden squeak of the door jolted Jovri out of his zone. He looked over as his adviser Adari poked her head through.
"I hope you're feeling better," she spoke, "Parliament should meet urgently."

"Yeah, I know..." Jovri grunted as he pushed himself to sit. He sighed and rubbed his face.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray had the bear who found the diamond to scavenge up more, and smiled when he returned with enough for each nation nearby. He then sent his messengers out, bearing  his condolences for the terrible meeting, and a single, fist sized gem.

[Angder]

Esmeren returns to Spirit watch, and news quickly spread of events in the meeting. before long the other 8 holds learned about events. A meeting was called as to what to do as a nation. Though already one thing was clear. The western border, The Great-Claw Fief, began to reinforce its border with the steel lords. Trade was being strictly regulated across the northern border with Ukraine.

The meeting would happen soon. To decide what would happen as a nation. Most of the Fiefs had already decided. on what they wanted though. Stricter border control. They wanted to keep to be left alone.

[Ben]

Ben had his military leaders hand pick eight hundred of the finest men and bring them to a field outside the city.

I stand in front of the men preparing to give them a new assignment. Then I begin to speak, "You are all here because you are the best of the best, and I have decided to create a specialized unit called the Black Hoplites!" I take a short pause and look over them from my podium that was thrown together hastily, "You will all be supplied with a new set of armor and weapons, after you have received your equipment you will be put through brutal retraining to help you compete with the more advanced society's around us!"

I step down from the podium and have one of the officers lead them back to the city to begin the process of re-equipping and training. I walk back greeting a few people as I return to the throne to wait.

[Angder]

((I think we need a proper map for this.))

[Grovygrunge]

Marko returned to Socailist Ukraine, he had once been begged to change the error in the country's name but he said they should be proud of it, keep it as a reminder to learn from the past. Typically he would take a stroll through the streets of Narodnyy Misto before getting to work but today that would have to wait. He went straight to his adviser, told her what had happened and that he intended to tell the people at some point if things started to escalate. She advised him to at the very least wait until things get worse before informing the general public, however he should almost certainly have the military go on alert and maybe take this opportunity to make some improvements.


He sat in his chair in his office and sighed. He was now faced with a dilemma, a military man, he was not. So he would need to turn to those in his military to see what he should do. He liked to get a second opinion before making important decisions.

[[INACTIVE]]

You all got a letter from Bailey


Dear leaders of the world

It has come to my attention that the events that unfolded at the confrence where not doing on their own will but the orders of someone else. This someone else is one the the leaders that was at the meeting. I would like to invite you all to a meeting in my country, yes you heard me right . After 47 years of the borders being closed I am reopening them for this meeting. The meeting will be held at Lutz, the time is still being discussed.

Signed Bailey Aestoska

[Rho'Syn Ilwynog]

Civ name: The Phyrix Collective
Leader name: High Luminarch Rhosyn
Leader age: 28
Leader Personality: Aristocratic, Cold, Holy, Royal, Well mannered, Etiquette.
Leader species: Fox
Leader sex: Female
Military uniform (add pictures and/or describe:
 
Military weapons: Suite of guns, pseudo christian melee weaponry (longswords, rapiers, etc)
Capital name: New Avalonia

[Ben]

((Would I be at this meeting because I joined late, or no?))