Centuries ago, there stood two prosperous kingdoms, divided by the Eternal Forest, a forest filled with thick brush and tall trees that it proposed problems for travelers. On one side of the forest was the kingdom of Aralean. Reknown for its schools and vast amount of wealth the kingdom was peaceful, and the people adored their ruler, king Christopher. He was a fair man and a good king, who always showed hospitality towards all rulers in nearby kingdoms. On the other side of the forest was the kingdom of Omedia. Known for its advanced army and military state, the people worshipped their ruler, king David. Although strict and short tempered, David was a fair king, and respected nobles he saw as equals.
For years the two kingdoms lived in harmony, supporting each other. Over time Christopher and David became good friends, and helped each other when it was needed. However, one night at a neighboring kingdom for a royal birthday party, both Christopher and David met and fell in love with princess Isabella. At the tender age of eighteen, Isabella was ready to be married and set her sights on Christopher and David.
Both men proceeded to seduce her, unknown to the other that they were both after the same woman. Isabella thought long and hard on who she should marry. After deciding that she could not continued to play with the hearts of the two of them, she chose Christopher over David. Feeling guilty, she wrote David a letter, explaining her decision to marry Christopher over him. Anger and betrayed by the woman he loved, and his friend, David broke all ties to Aralean. Christopher tried talking some sense into David, but he would not listen. Soon war was declared.
Although Omedian had a stronger military, Aralean had an army that was strong enough to hold back David's army. As years went by, the war raged on as neither kingdom would fall to the other. The war continued long after Christopher and David's rule. The war soon became something that would be inherited with each new rule.
200 years have passed, and the war continues. While the two kingdoms still stand strong, the years of war has cost dearly. The death toll of Omedian and Aralean soldiers, as well as Aralean citizens, continues to grow as the Omedian army has slowly made its way towards the capital, where the castle of the royal family is. Although the Omedian army will be retreating back to Omedian soon to help with the gathering of crops, as well as rebuild its army, king Francis has decided not to risk it, and has planned to move the royal family to a safer place.
This is where the story begins. You will play the crown Prince of Omedia, who is leading the battle. While your army is battling the Aralean army, you slip through the battle line with some soldiers and make your way to the castle. Your goal? Kidnap king Francis's heir, and only child, princess Rosalie. With you holding the princess captive, you plan to make Francis surrender and take Aralean for the win. However, that fails when Francis refuses to surrender. Now you're stuck figuring out how to claim Aralean, and what to with the princess.
Rules -this will be a mature and literate rp. Swearing is fine. Since it revolves around war, expect there to be gore death. No instant love. This ks not a masterxslave rp. If it gets intense then either timeskip or take it elsewhere. - anime pictures, please - since it will be literate, please watch your grammar and spelling. I understand mistakes from time to time, so no worries. - try and post at least 1000 characters. I understand writer's block, but please don't give me nothing to work with. - post at least twice a week. I understand being busy, and having a life. If you can't post, let me know or else I'll think you ditched. - if you have any ideas, let me know. I'm always willing to hear ideas to help improve the rp, or make things better for the both of us. -if you decide to leave, please tell me. - pm a writing sample when asking to join
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Two voices shouted back and forth at each other, one full of venom, the other, strained and exhausted. But neither one was going to yield. The attacker was the only princess of Omedia. Lilit, and her bitter words chased after her younger brother, Mal. He was about to leave the city to go fight in the 200 year old war, and she wasn’t going to let him leave without lashing him with her words.
“[+16bb24 Damn it Lilit. You don’t know what your talking about.]” Mal tired scowl held as he finally had enough of his sister’s shouting. Hoping she’d just let him leave, he turned way, beginning to stalk out of the castle when Lilit’s sharp voice snapped,
“[+orange [i Mallory!] You wretched little credent! Stay where you are! I said I know, and I do. You can’t make yourself kill them, man or child. And there will be children soldiers that you will face where you are going.]” This promise made him stop, standing still with his back still turned to the wicked princess who was now sneering at him. “[+orange It’s because you are weak, Mallory. You may have been named after a dead prophet but you are nothing special.]” With tightened fists, Mal turned back to face his sister, giving her a hardened look like he was considering walking over and striking her. But they both knew he would do no such thing.
“[+orange You are no great ruler,]” She continued slyly. “[+orange Or even a good warrior. You are weak, Mallory. And you are no king of mine.]” With gritted teeth, he turned away, feeling her gaze on his back as he stalked away.
These memories echoed in his mind as he crept along a forested ridge above an Aralean city. But it wasn't just any city. It was the Aralean capital. He’d managed to slip past the fighting and soon had a birds eye view of the evacuating city. On the far side of the city from where he was stood the castle, where the Aralean Royal family would be if they hadn’t escaped already. He didn’t know what he would do if he came face to face with any of the Aralean leaders, but he did know that they would be escaping with their lives, not paying any mind to the important documents that were going to be left behind. That is what he was after and he tried to keep that in mind as he slipped down from the forest and into the city.