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  1. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Kingstone Entry Examinations

    Here is a link for more information about Kingstone. Looking to join Kingstone? Then this is the post for you, here are the official Kingstonian Entry Examinations*! Kingstonians are elite, outnumbered, and fiercely loyal. As such, the Kingstonian applicants for the Season Five Everneth Roleplay must be the very best. You're dedication, standards, and creativity will be tested if you wish to become a citizen of the Kingdom of Kingstone. Why join Kingstone over another faction? Well, Kingstone has a reputation of victory in Season 4, remaining undefeated against the unadulterated assault of Loden, the Desolate One, The Empire of Solis, and the Western Bandit Hordes. More impressive than this, however, is it's rich and immersive lore that has been crafted and refined for over six years. Kingstone prizes loyalty, pride, initiative, integrity, endurance, and determination. A Kingstonian is a bastion of strength and hard work. If all of this is attractive to you than you should continue reading below. Remind yourself that grammar, formatting, and effort all have the utmost importance to your chances of getting accepted into the kingdom. I also feel the need to say that many people have expressed a desire to join Kingstone and I wish to be outnumbered by enemies, so you will be competing with your fellow applicants. Kingstonians will begin to earn monthly allowance** as they rise to the ranks, as well as secret discord channels and war councils. There are six basic ranks of players who can call themselves Kingstonian. The King - The ruling monarch, King Icarus Forde at the time of writing. The Inner Circle - Through dedication and working closely alongside the King, these members have gained his deepest trust. The Kingsglaive - The legendary warriors who are die-hard loyal to the King and his wishes. The Vassal - Landowners who receive the King's protection and wealth for answering the call of war and fighting against the enemies of Kingstone. The Councilmen - Advisors to the above tiers, tasked with assisting their liege in construction and decision-making but are barred from fighting in war. The Laborer - Peasants paid per-job, serving as gatherers and builders supporting Kingstone's economy and infrastructure. Now, the road to becoming King is long and hard, and if you want to become King of Kingstone you'll be looking for me as a corpse, so I'll only be accepting Kingsglaive and below, as only going above and beyond the call of duty can earn you the title "Inner Circle". ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joining the Kingsglaive - There are three basic requirements to becoming a part of the 'glaive of Kingstone. Unique Character Design/Roleplay Skill - The Kingsglaive are an integral reason Kingstone's military has seen such success, and their prevalence in the "Legend of Kingstone" require them to be interesting, unique, and immersive. A Character Profile would be infinitely helpful in your quest to becoming a member of the 'glaive. These players are held to a degree of roleplaying skill, this means your character must fit in the world of Kingstone, and the Everneth Universe at large, think low fantasy medieval, I'll be denying any TRON robots with nuke launchers. Finally, you must always respect roleplay etiquette. No meta-gaming (causing your character to act with information he/she shouldn't have but instead acting on information you have as a player), or controlling other characters (speaking for another player's character without permission or assuming your actions go without reaction, for example: avoid saying things like "I stab you in the throat, killing you instantly"). Loyalty to the Crown - Kingsglaive are defined by their loyalty. They obey the King's commands without hesitation and trust in his ability to lead the kingdom to further victory. As a result, I expect my Kingsglaive to respect Kingstone and defend it with your ((character's)) life. Its citizens and homes must be protected at all costs and an insult to Kingstone is an insult to you. Combat Proficiency - Kingsglaive are feared on the battlefield, and powered by Ike's magical weapons of war(Brisingr, Ax of Odin, etc) the earth must shudder under you as you walk. You won't be required to be Achilles or anything, but I expect the 'glaive to perform well in the field. All loyalty in the world is no replacement for raw talent and strength. Some vassals become Kingsglaive, but I have yet to have a Kingsglaive member that wasn't also a vassal. I am willing to work with you to help design your character and weapon as well as the circumstances in which your character meets the King and becomes a member of the 'glaive. Example Kingsglaive Application: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Becoming a Vassal - There are two basic requirements (along with joining the event battles) to becoming a vassal Building Skill/Progression - The main job of a vassal of Kingstone is the build and rule over a small part of the kingdom's territory. This means you must be willing to start and finish your build. Rome wasn't built in a day and neither was Kingstone, but I expect progress to be made, even if it's just fifteen minutes a day. Fiefs (areas of land given to vassals) must 'fit' in the Kingstone theme, this means doing your best to build something attractive, and believable. Medieval is a good theme to follow, but I'd also except high elf fantasy, oriental, etc. Just don't build any cars or spaceships, and don't build bigger than the capital itself. Character Uniqueness - Vassals also need to have their own characters to play as, but aren't expected to be as passionate about the lore and war as the Kingsglaive. However, like the Kingsglaive you would greatly benefit from a Character Profile. I am willing to work with you in designing your character as well as finding a purpose/theme for your build. Example Vassal Application: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Becoming a Councilmen - Compared to the above two applicants, looking to become a part of someone's council is relatively easy. A councilman's main job is to assist their liege in any way they can. This usually means help them build/design their fief, or advise them in matters of state and politics. The councilman can be a priceless tool to a vassal or 'glaive, and unlike a laborer, members of a Kingstonian Council receive a monthly allowance. In order to become someone's councilmen, all you must do is earn a member of Kingstone's trust and attention. Vassals are responsible for their council just as the King is responsible for his vassals, so it is important for a councilman to be trustworthy as well as hardworking, as a vassal with too many councilmen can begin to lose track of his people. Councilmen cannot participate in official roleplay battles, as that would unbalance the teams in Kingstone's favor. Example of a vassal or 'glaive member officially accepting a councilman: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Becoming a Laborer - The easiest rank to attain in Kingstone. The laborers are players who aren't so much interested in the roleplay or the wars, but rather making a paycheck or buying land in Kingstone. They import or gather materials for Kingstone in return for Kingstone Crowns** Kingstonian Laborers can also, of course, sell and work for other factions, a practice that would be very suspicious to any other rank. However, they do not receive a monthly allowance, nor are they allowed to participate in official roleplay battles, as that would unbalance the teams in Kingstone's favor. Example of a Laborer's Application: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Yes, I take it that seriously. The good news is though, that the harsher I am with the applicants, the more dedicated the people who actually end up joining are! **Kingstone Crowns (and a currently unnamed, unconfirmed silver coin) are the custom currency I will be minting in Season 5 of Everneth. Crowns can be used to buy real estate in the Capital, as well as steak/diamonds/fireworks. I'd ask that all applications come as replies to this thread. That said I wish you all good luck and encourage you to apply to any opposing or neutral roleplay factions if you aren't fortunate enough to make it in while we're recruiting.
  2. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    An Audience with the King: Chapter One.

    Kingstone's Royal Study was dim. The chatter in the castle had started to die down after dinner had finished, and soon all Ike could hear was the whispering of the wind. The room was round, a massive rosewood desk was cluttered with papers and books. A glass inkwell reflected the dancing light of the candle lighting the king's workstation. Bookshelves lined the walls, grimoires and records held the secrets of Everneth, Vennterria, and Calpheon's histories. A massive painting behind him depicted the western gate of the city he built. He was seated in a massive spruce armchair, its padding was cotton, bound by a dark red leather. Two equally as comfortable twin maple chairs sat vacant before the desk. Closing the day's records, his attempt at a sip of brew was interrupted by a sound at the door... (( This is the first "chapter" of a series attempting to give the community an opportunity to engage in a public roleplay instance. Feel free to respond to this post, but remember to be "in-character", this means no meta-gaming (acting with information you as a player has that your character shouldn't) or "anomaly characters" (this is Everneth's Roleplay, I shouldn't be talking to a cybernetic mickey mouse). Also, attempt not to interrupt unless it's urgent, or if the conversation has died (wait for Icarus to be alone before having your character enter the stage). Finally, our conversations will benefit from a character profile, which will give me a better idea of how your character appears and acts. ))
  3. The Battle of Fort Acies The battle of Antiquorum is over. Kingstone's military leaders gather back at their encampment, deep in the forest near the tower. King Icarus "Ike" Forde is first to push away the flap of the great satin tent that served as their mobile war room. By Ike's estimate, it had to have been at least nine feet wide and go back for thirty or more, with a foot or more of space between his head and the ceiling. The fading red material flapped slightly in the wind, despite its restraints. There were dark iron braziers in each corner and thirteen carved oaken chairs surrounding a long table. On top of it laid a giant map, which spanned the lands West of Kingstone, and East of Solis. He was just taking his seat at the far end of the table when the door flap was pushed open again. A short man with broad shoulders and dark green armor walked in. His eyes were as green and dark as his chest plate, and he had dirty blonde hair and a trimmed beard. "Hail, Theodore." greeted Ike. The Lord Commander of the Mirerest was a great military strategist, and one of Ike’s oldest friends. His efforts protected the realm from Loden's earliest attacks, and smugglers traveling through Kingstone fear the name 'Mirerest'. "Were any of your men injured?" "Nay," he said, dismissing the question with a hand. "Not after Alfrety was done with them. Anyway, let's be done with this, I need to return home, Mirerest needs me, and so does my family." Theodore took the closest seat to Ike's right. Following him was Jace Lawry, the tall and fat Lord Commander of the Northkeep. He had dark brown hair that was losing the war with his forehead, and a scar on his left eye. He believed force solves everything, and he knew how to get it. Nodding he sat beside Theodore. Kordon took the second seat from Ike's left, and Ragnar took the third. . Arlington took the fourth and smiled when he saw his king. Ike smiled back and hailed him. Vluxed took the third seat on Ike's right, next to Jace. After looking around the tent, Vluxed rose and asked: "Where is Alfrety?" glancing to the empty seat near Ike. "I asked him to scout for us. Now that the battle is over, the routing will rally or desert, and we need to know where. He will join us soon enough." Icarus responded, bringing a spruce stein of ale to his lips. "Sit down and drink, we will begin soon." Vluxed's face betrayed his relief, and the elf sat again. Taking something out of his vest and popping it into his mouth. Ulthur, the Lord Commander of Avalon Castle claimed the seat next to the elf, disgusted by the outburst. He motioned for his squire, a bald woman with runic tattoos on her arms and face, to bring him drink from the ale in the corner. Noir stood behind the seat next to Arlington, pulling the chair away from the table for Alana. She smiled in thanks and sat. Agista Rustero returned from searching the enemies camp, the Scythe of Cartian’s glint faded as she walked into the tent’s shade. She sat down next to Alana, crossing her legs and sitting back indifferently, playing with an indigo orb of arcane light. The sudden sound of humming revealed the presence of the blue-haired shade. How long was she there? Was she under the table the whole time? Sneaked in under the tent’s wall? Icarus turned around and saw her fingering a halberd. She had shed her battle armor for the traditional dark shade clothing. He would have heard her if she was in plate mail, the King convinced himself.. “Hail, shade.” he said. She smiled without looking at him. The final two seats were taken up by Nymphea’s Agunua and Carson. They hadn’t even been seated before Jace got up. “We must attack! Their army is scattered, we strike Solis, and raze it.” Alana started to stand, determination on her face but was stopped by the sudden feeling of Noir's hand on her shoulder. The King was standing up. “Attacking their capital directly would be too risky. Our armies are at the Capital, the small retinue we have with us and the glaive couldn’t do it safely, least of all quickly. No.” Ike finished. He realized he was holding the hilt of Brisingr under the table, and calmly released his grip. “Even if we did take their capital, we couldn’t hold it, the legions would rally again and retake it. And then our soldiers would've died for nothing. “And if we do nothing, then when they rally they'll continue their march against Kingstone. We can’t stay here. In the mountains, in enemy territory, on the brink of winter?” retorted Lawry. Alana pushed Noir away and stood. Infuriated at Jace for talking back to the king. The entire tent erupted. Alana, Jace, Ragnar, and Theodore were amongst the loudest voices. This continued for some time until at last the pavilion’s door opened once again. In white and blue robes the Headmaster of the Wizards’ Tower stepped into the war tent. The King’s fist silenced the clamor as he greeted the mage. “Hail, Fredrick! What news have you brought?” “I’ve found them. They are holed up in a tower Northwest of here. Most of them have already rallied but two of their legions have not. One is guarding a pass in the mountains, presumably hoping to ambush us there. The second is evading my vision even now, but what I did find was a path around the mountains. We can use it to avoid ‘the Range’ entirely and attack the tower from the south.” the mage finished. The tent was silent. No one expected them to rally so quickly, they must’ve planned this ahead of time. There would be no time for reinforcements from Kingstone to arrive before the cold set in, and after that war would become much harder. But Jace was right, if they did nothing, then Solis would be on their doorstep in spring, and the men who died fighting to get here would’ve died in vain. With a clenched jaw and a tight fist, Icarus began to speak. “It’s decided. We take this tower, crush their remaining offensive, raze their supplies, and fall back to Kingstone to be with our families for the new year. Then we will reconvene this council and decided what we do next.” Brisingr’s ruby pommel glinted in the warm light of the braziers, almost glowing at the realization that if Icarus was to take this tower with the limited manpower that sat around him, he would have to authorize the use of the Kingsglaive Curse. --- Early the next morning Icarus took Boris flying. As a griffon, he had strong wings and soft feathers, and the air was cool miles above the war below. Boris couldn’t get close to this ‘Fort Acies’, what with the ballista and the archers defending it. Solis was definitely here, and the battle would start soon, he would have to get back to camp. With the landing came the diffusion back into a horse. For all his bravery Boris wasn’t the smartest steed, and he always forgets that he’s actually an herbivore. Icarus ignored the horse’s gags and peered down from the hill his tent was on at the coming battlefield below. Countless tall ironwood mantelets were being rolled towards the Fort, giving the advancing infantry some cover from missile fire. They were carved in the image of Agusta Rustero’s sigil, the proud eagle. Solis sent some light infantry to harass those brave enough to move the mantelets, but they never reached Kingstone’s men, the rolling wheels smashed, the mantelets wouldn’t be rolled away easily. Snow had already begun to fall, and Fort Acies was growing puffs of white hair. Icarus heard the familiar nervous muttering and falling hammers typical of an army on the day of a battle. Many of them would die here, but a victory today would buy Kingstone the necessary time she needed to muster her forces the following spring. He would remember them, and he would mourn them, but for now, he needed them to do what they were training for these past eight years. Boris had recovered, and together they rode down to meet their comrades. The Kingsglaive had their own tent down the hill a short ways from Ike’s. Swinging off the saddle, he invited himself in. They all paused when they saw him, even the war-hardened ‘glaive was on edge knowing what was waiting for them on that mountain. Sparks were sent flying as the Scythe of Cartian was being sharpened, and Agista looked like she was struggling to get the balance right. The Shade was caught mid-sip, leaning on her great steel warhammer. Kordon and Ragnar were playing cards in the corner. The Mage was standing by one of the tent’s supports, looking up from a book he’d scratched the title off of. “At ease, ‘glaive. Where are Alana and Noir?” Ike asked. Nicku Crestshade swallowed, sat up and tilted her head as she answered: “They said they were going to warm up, didn’t want to be stiff when the fighting started.” she quickly gulped the remainder of the cup and sat up, anxious to hear what news Ike and Boris had gathered. He began with the easy part. “Solis is definitely down there. They are well dug in and we’re outnumbered, even if we sent in our injured with us,” and now the rest: “I have decided in order to reduce friendly casualties and to quickly defeat the enemy before the other two legions arrive at our flanks, I have authorized usage of the Curse. I trust each one of you with my life, but know this… Any of you turn and I’ll kill you myself. And I expect you to do the same for me. I want you all ready to move in ten, and pass the message to Noir and Alana.” Before he stepped out the mage caught his attention. Fredrick’s eyes sat upon Icarus with a grave depth, seemingly more troubled by the king’s words than the enemy across the valley. Before Agista had freed him from Ike’s soul, he had already felt the seduction of the curse. Icarus knew it never really left you, and it was no different with the Mage. To imagine what Fredrick could think of his decision, to willingly wield the curse knowing the risks. Fredrick reached for a robe pocket, hesitated, and returned to his book. Back on Boris, Ike’s Roseplate rattled with every step the warhorse took. It wasn’t long before he was hailed into the camp by the guards. He nodded at the men he passed, shaking hands those who’d stop to offer. His breath was white and wet as he greeted Jace Lawry, Lord Commander of the Northkeep, who was shooing away the men he was talking too -probably his captains he was briefing- when he noticed the king. “Jace, are we ready to move?” He nodded with a straight face, rolling up the map he was studying. “The men are eager to make it home. They are confident in our victory. The ‘glaive?” Swinging off of Boris for the second time today, he explained, “I gave them the all clear” Jace would know what he meant, “They will be ready to do their duty for hearth and home. As for the enemy, it was as the mage warned, we are greatly outnumbered. We will leave the sick and injured here in the camp. It’s too dangerous to bring them with us into the mountains to loot and plunder.” Boris would also stay behind, the mountains were too steep for a horse, and having to balance the curse between the two of them whilst in combat of this caliber would prove too much of a distraction. “I’ll have volunteers hold back and defend the camp, but something tells me Solis will be too preoccupied to come and try a counter-attack.” Lawry smiled at the quip, relieved that the Kingsglaive would be at their full. King Icarus Forde turned from the lord and faced the professional soldiers and elite heavy knights who were preparing. “For Kingstone!” he roared. Nothing in this world could give Icarus Forde more pride and more hope then the combined voices of three hundred men ringing in unison in response to their king. “For Kingstone! For the King! For Brytannia!” --- Flanked by the blue-haired shade on his right, and the mage of the Wizards’ Tower on his left, the King raised his fist to give the signal, but was interrupted by Solisian Drums… The realization hit him. They were sallying out to meet him. Solis would have the high ground and Kingstone was prepared to attack, and wouldn’t have time to reform ranks for defense. “Fucking…” he muttered under his breath. He raised his armored left hand once more and the Kingstonian Horns of War rang out into the valley. Before Icarus had even taken a step, Agista swung herself into the air using the weight of her scythe and vanished into a dark purple steam. She soon re-appeared with massive black wings, -a crow’s he knew- and was sprinting headfirst into the vanguard of the Solisian onslaught, dragging the tip of her scythe in the ground behind her, leaving a scar in the earth that bled indigo light. “For Kingstone!” the company screamed again in unison, charging forward after the heir of the Brytannian Empire. War cries rang out, and Icarus was running alongside his infantry. Slower than he would’ve liked, but that is the price of old age and full plate metal. He kept up though, and together the army caught up with Agista, who was spinning wildly with her scythe, sending corpses and limbs flying as she did. Every time she seemed in mortal danger she vanished, only to reappear with her scythe heaving it’s way through a row of spearman. She was tiring quickly, however, the long dark marks on her cheeks were growing, and soon it looked like she was crying ink. Agista was always too reckless, always too quick to jump into a fight. It reminded him of himself, back before Zebulus fell from the sky. A spearman had her flanked, and she was preoccupied parrying the blows of the enemies in front of her. Moments before his metal spear of death tore a hole in her side, Kordon did a running slide under her attacker, and his prismarine blade tore the man from crotch to belly, his guts falling out like an overturned bucket of water. Satisfied by Kordon’s rescue, Ike’s attention returned to the battle around him. Both lines crashed against each other now, and it was a fierce melee. Solis had the decency to not shoot at their own soldiers for the chance at hitting a Kingstonian, and he glimpsed the flaming missiles of his own archers as they traded shots. A lightly armored spearman had dropped his shield, and spotting Icarus he roared, running head first towards him as if enthusiasm alone could kill the king and end the war. The fool. Moments before Icarus’s Roseplate would’ve harmlessly deflected the tip away from him, Ike pushed the spear aside with his left hand and the fool couldn’t stop his momentum. The tip of Brisingr tore into his left shoulder, and before he could even scream Ike slammed down on the blade, crushing half of the fools ribs, and tearing right his lung in half. The corpse dropped his spear and grasped at his chest. Ragnar had quickly gotten himself surrounded, his Viking rage getting the better of him, in desperation, he embraced a second rage. As the curse took effect, Ragnar’s eyes glowed like torches, his voice echoed throughout the valley. Swinging the Ax of Oden, he roared “Ég ríf ykkur í bita!” and the valley shuddered. But Solis fought on, more men were surrounding him. A particularly armored knight was charging Ragnar with a hastily repaired halberd but before he reached the Viking, the Shade leapt from the brawl, swinging her great round hammer into the knight’s chest, screaming something in the language of the shades as she did. What could only be described as a crumpled tin ball bleeding from every joint was thrown into the crowd of Solisian warriors. Ike could hear Noir fighting nearby, nimbly wielding his broadsword. There was no equal swordsman on this battlefield. Bashing with a strong shield arm and swinging at multiple enemies at a time, the Solisian surrounding him slowly gave him space, and a gap in the brawl was forming around him. The enemies archers noticed this, however, and unleashed a fierce volley of bolts and arrows into the space Noir earned. “CLIPEUM!” yelled the Saviour of the Saviour of Kingstone as Alana’s magic formed a grid of transparent gems, blocking the volley. The repeated missiles were cracking the aegis, however, and Noir quickly rolled away from combat. Despite the strength of the ‘glaive, as the skirmish dragged on the number advantage became more and more clear. Kingstonians were falling dead or dying, and Solis held the high ground. Ragnar was badly wounded and Agista was exhausted, Brisingr felt heavier with every cleave and thrust. Kingstone was being pushed back, and at this rate, they would lose. “Fredrick, to me! I’ll need the red and the orange!” he roared, his vision darting, trying to spot the mage. A brilliant flash of light, partnered by a thundering crack confirmed the Mage’s position nearby. The Solisians not immediately struck by the bolt ducked for cover, the elf’s foreign magic drove a palpable fear into the enemy. Fredrick took a single step into the cleared path when an enemy captain called out, and the once again the cowering men charged at him. They were trying to separate them. In desperation to heed the call, Fredrick inhaled deeply and spewed dragon fire with a screech, the fools caught its cone of fire were incinerated, their armor red hot on a pile of ash. Shambling, the mage finally rejoined Icarus. Without the breath to recite an incantation, Fredrick hurled two potions at the feet of the King, and soon the red and orange vapors danced playfully around him. He felt his strength double and knew the orange one would assist the transformation. He saw Fredrick take a knee to catch his breath. With his left hand, Icarus untightened the ruby pommel of the legendary Brisingr, and burning red runes flowed into his right gauntlet. Almost eagerly, the king’s blade exploded with fire and radiance, and as he expected, it became lighter than the toy swords they train squires with. The heat always started in his right wrist, and it was up to his shoulder before he finally felt it in the tips of his fingers. The red runes of the Zebulan Shard he had forged into the sword swam on the surface of his skin, up his neck and over his chest. He could see an orange light on his nose, the rings of gold that formed around his irises while under the Curse. The effects of it are hard to describe, but you could get close by calling it invigorating. You feel lite as a feather, and invincible. But at the same time, your body is being ripped from you as the magic pulls at the reigns of your actions, and threatens to take over. And the feeling of a forge in his chest was less than pleasant. Yet the curse had affected everyone differently. The bright radiance alone had shocked Solis, and the valley shuddered a second time as Icarus Forde shouted in their own language: “Victoria aut Mortem!” With both arms, he heaved his longsword towards the enemy, and as it flew it spun faster, and faster, spewing heat and sparks as it rotated hundreds of times a second. The result was a massive disc of heat and death, that cleaved and cauterized every unfortunate soul in its path. Before Solis could recover from the shock and attack the weaponless king, Ike felt the world around him fade into the void for a split second, and he was alone, with the spinning sword. Instantly afterward he felt its weight in his hand again as he turned around he saw the backs of Solis in front of him. Flanked, reeling, and terrified Solis retreated towards Fort Acies, the tip of Brisingr burning a hole in the snow as Ike pretended he wasn’t about to faint. As the last Solisian retreated, he began leaning hard on the sword, and managed to twist the pommel shut before collapsing in the snow. The last thing Ike remembered were the screams of Solis, the celebrating of Kingstone, and a grid of translucent gems that appeared around him around to defect the incoming missiles. --- When he came to, he was laid sitting upright against a mantelet. So, the siege continues... Blinking hard to clear his vision, Agista noticed he was awake. “Really? Satan’s Shuriken? That’s gotta be overkill.” her eyebrows faked anger, but there was concern in her eyes. Ike’s laugh was cut off by the pain in his lungs, his chest stilled burned. He then realized that Fredrick was kneeled beside him, working his arcane magic to quicken Ike’s recovery. Before Icarus could try speaking a second time the Mage asked: “Why do you call it the Satan’s Shuriken?” Icarus noticed Fredrick had dropped his bag in the haste to get to his king. “Because it hurts like the devil.” Icarus coughed. The Mage was visibly disappointed. The shade was peeking over the corner of the mantelet, but Ike could see his response made her smile. Agista was obviously annoyed she didn’t get to say it and gently kicked him. “What’s happening?” the King asked. “Solis has us pinned behind the mantelets, and we can’t advance. The other two legions still haven’t been spotted, but the Royal Fire Archers can’t get within range without getting impaled by their ballistas.” Agista’s dark facial tattoos receded back into small triangles under her eyes as she spoke. “Ragnar is badly hurt and Alana passed out from the strain of shielding your unconscious body. Noir and Kordon are still combat ready and are holding a mantelet ahead of us.” “I’m ready, first we’ll have to deal with the archers. Agista, cover Crestshade and get her past that hill. Nicku, you’ll climb up the rear of the tower and sneak through the giant crack there. Take out those ballistae and bang the bell they keep there with your hammer. Get out of there quickly and most importantly don’t get seen, got all that?” The shade looked into the eyes of her king and she nodded, her face serious and calm. “NOW!” Agista screamed, darting out of cover and firing conjured shards of obsidian in the direction of Fort Acies’ arrow slits. Most of them bounced off the stone harmlessly, but the stunt was enough to distract the archers and ballistae crews. Nicku rolled out of the other side of the mantelet and darted towards the hill that would conceal her movements. By now Solis knew what was up, and quickly turned their fire towards the Shade. Agista teleported, leaving a web of darkness where she was and appeared by the shade, spinning her scythe and creating a wall of cover, splintering arrows in their path. The ballista’s aim was finally cranked towards them, and Ike knew that the scythe wouldn’t stop one of its metal bolts. Experience taught her well however and Agista quickly stuck the point of the scythe into the ground, freeing her arms to wield her secondary weapons, the amulet, and talisman. She froze the bolt in place with a throbbing bubble of dark energy around it. Agista blinked back into cover and Nicku had made it out unharmed. Ike nodded in approval and it wasn’t long before the valley shuddered with the sound of Fort Acies’ bell. “For Kingstone!” chanted Ike, he was on his feet now and from the cover of the mantelets, the remaining Kingstonian soldiers capable of fighting sprinted up the incline and towards Fort Acies. With only limited enemy fire, Kingstone didn’t take any casualties until they finally reached the first gatehouse. The Royal Flame Archers were too far away to accurately aim at the thin arrowslits that hid the Solisians and despite its old age, the door held against Kingstone’s blows. “Fuck... this!” panted Kordon, and his eyes glowed a dark aqua-green. Raising the Prismarine Blade, the snow around them melted and leaped off the ground, forming a massive trident of water above Kordon’s head. It froze again as ice and smashed against the gatehouse. Shattering it and allowing the attackers to continue. Ike took one step through the doorway when something caught his wrist and pulled, he spun around, Kingstonians rushing through the entrance around him. It was the Shade, and the look on her face made his heart sink. “They’re gonna blow the dam, it’ll kill them all!” she pulled on his arm again, pleading him into action. “The damn-, the damn what?” Ike asked urgently, trying to make sense of it. Turning to the Mage, he saw that Fredrick was already consulting the Mage Eye. What little of his face Ike could see that wasn’t blocked by the Mage Eye or his other hand shifted between confusion, frustration, to horror. “She’s right.” Alfrety began, visibly desiring the Eye to reveal more of its secrets. The Eye itself darted chaotically as if enraged. “There is an ancient dam to the North…” struggling, he continued, “It was built by the Solisians, to keep the valley from flooding… There is a collection of Solis making their way to it.” They wanted to flood the camp. The sick and injured would be killed, including Boris, Theodore, and the rest of the men chosen to defend it. “Fucking Murphy…” he cursed, his mind racing. “Agista! You’re in charge of the siege! Take the fort and then raze it. I’ll be right back. I’m counting on you. Fredrick, Shade, we’re going after those cowards.” Years of battling alongside each other while bearing the Curse as one had tethered Boris and the King, and even when they were not near, Boris would hear his commands. Ike conveyed that he was coming down from the mountain and that Boris needed to get himself and Distentor here, now. In his mind’s eye, Boris channeled what remained of the morning’s curse and used the strength of a griffon to crush through the makeshift stables. The trio just reached the base of the mountain when Boris ‘the Bold’ and the mage’s steed ‘Distentor’ had made it to them, without losing a beat, Ike swung onto Boris mid-gallop, pulling the shade by the collar into the saddle behind him. Taking a second to look behind him, Fredrick was spotted chasing after them, and they raced against time towards the dam. --- Luckily, the dam was a few miles away from the Fort, and since the three Solisian cowards were on foot, Ike had the chance to glimpse them sprint through the entrance as they arrived. Inside it was the last place Icarus wanted to be if it was going to blow, but that didn’t stop Solis, and the king wasn’t about to lose a match of resolve today. Boris was panting hard as the two plate-armored bodies slid off of his saddle and crashed through the doorway. Solis was ready for them, however, and the trio was greeted with a hail of crossbow bolts as they entered. Fredrick threw a hand forward, shouting, “Ex-Celeritate!” the bolts dropped harmlessly to the ground as if they rolled off a table. Not bothering to reload, they dropped their crossbows and ran upstairs. “After them!” Icarus commanded, unnecessarily. They turned into the next flight of stairs and were greeted by two Solisian knights standing shoulder to shoulder, shaking but holding their ground. The shade was in the front and without hesitation she swung at them. They took a step back and the steel hammer smashed through the wooden wall next to where they were standing. Fredrick was next up the stairs, and he didn’t give them a chance to counter. Suddenly, the knight on the right’s chestplate began to float, pulling him off the ground. He crashed into the wall three times before being sent through it into the valley below. The death of his comrade was enough to unbalance the remaining warrior and Icarus thrusted Brisingr through his sternum, pinning him against the wall. Before the knight could even take his last breath, Nicku crushed his skull, helmet and all, with a late blow from her hammer. “Goddamn.” the king commented, pulling his blade from the corpse's chest. “I'm sorry! I already swinged, I didn’t know you were gonna... “ but Fredrick and Icarus were already gone and the man didn’t have ears to hear her anymore. “Sorry.” she said again, starting down the hall after them. --- The last Solisian in the dam was tracked by a trail of blood he left behind himself. When he heard them coming he must’ve figured he’d never make it to the switch in time so he turned around. “S-Stop right there. I’ll… I’ll… I’ll use it.” he stammered. His face was pale as milk and Icarus noted his leggings were crushed on one side, the bone sticking through. More interesting still was the weapon he was carrying. “Icarus, that’s-” started Fredrick. “Ragnar’s Ax.” he finished. When Ragnar fell in the first Skirmish, this man must’ve dragged it along with his wrecked leg all the way up here. No wonder these cowards were so slow getting to the dam, waiting after this cripple. “Listen…” said Icarus slowly. “No, not another step…” He whimpered, taking a step backward, on his bad leg. He fell backward, screaming in pain. He started to panic, pushing himself away from them, sliding on the floor with the axe still sitting on his lap. “I’ll, I’ll…” his hand slipped in a crack on the floor, and the axe crashed against the ground, shattering the siphon. “Wait, hold on. We won’t hurt you, put the axe down…” warned the Shade, dropping her hammer and showing her empty hands. “No… No way, there’s no-” pulling his hand from the crack, he moved to readjust the Ax on his lap. “NO!” they all yelled in unison. But it was too late. The cripple went stiff like he was hit by lightning. Each one of his veins glowed radiantly through his pale skin. The Ax itself shattered, and splinters of steel and wood filled the room with lethal shrapnel. Icarus stepped in front of Fredrick to intercept the debris with his Roseplate. Looking back towards the corpse, the transformation had already begun. The skin visible under its helmet was beginning to turn blue as the ice below, scales formed and his eyes became two azure suns. His body was expanding. Layer by layer the crystal skin grew and regrew. Soon the size of its body caused its chestplate and leggings to burst. The ancient wooden floor of the dam couldn’t support the ever-expanding colossal weight, and soon the daemon crashed into the frozen river below. Icarus cursed, “Of all the things I was ready for today... A Solisian Alvion was not one of them… If we let it be it’ll just keep growing. This isn’t just Solis’ problem. Forget the flood, this thing could raze Solis itself and continue onto Kingstone… I’d never ask this of anyone else you two… Once more into the fray?” Nicku swallowed hard and smiled. “For Kingstone.” Fredrick stared into the glacial river below. “For… Kingstone.” Sliding down the wooden slope that formed in the wake of the Alvionspawn, Icarus was already unscrewing the pommel of Brisingr. He noticed Nicku was turning the handle’s band he designed near her hammer’s head. They met eyes and nodded solemnly. Both of them looked to Fredrick to find him channeling streams of arcane power into enchanted papyrus scrolls, staring back. “I’ll take the vanguard and grab its attention. Fredrick, go left, try and flank its rear. Nicku, go right. We could beat this thing all day and all night and it won’t make a difference, we either seal this thing back into the siphon, or we’re all fucked.” Before they could respond, Ike had hit the ice and ran to engage their final foe. The heat in his wrist was felt for the second time today. “For Kingstone!” the radiant blade of Brisingr made for a great distraction indeed, but the heat of Ike’s armor was quickly melting and cracking the icy river below him. He cursed. His attention was stolen for a split second by the spinning shape of Nicku Crestshade. Flying with no lack of grace into the side of the Avlion. Her great hammer cracked multiple layers of glassy skin and sent the daemon crashing downriver, smashing apart the ice as it rolled. Now that she wasn’t moving Ike could see the Shade’s transformation clearly. Her normally simple horns had become wicked, antler-like branches, her hammer was glowing neon blue and throbbing, her eyes shone like the same azure suns of the monster, and Icarus could see right through her. By now the curse had fully embraced every cell in the King’s body. Throwing Brisngr like a boomerang, the world faded away again, and only the flying sword was real. An instant later and he was sliding towards the crater that held the stunned daemon, the momentum carrying him across the ice alongside the crevice. In a blind rage, Icarus swung in the direction of the chasm, and a crescent of explosive orange flame smashed against the monster, melting the ice that was perfectly trapped it. The beast -now freed- roared, and sprinted towards the king. A bolt of lightning struck the demon in the back as Fredrick rushed to the site. The Shade had caught up by now and screaming she swept the Alvionspawn’s leg with an earth-shattering blow. As it fell, its arm happened to be falling to crush the shade. Throwing and blinking to his sword again, the white-hot Brisingr sliced right through the elbow joint and the club that acted as its arm tumbled back into the crater. Icarus’s momentum took him crashing into Nicku and soon they were both on their chests. The force of Ike’s strike had sent the Alvion spinning, and with only one leg under it, it was falling still. Blind to their impending doom, Fredrick took action, dropping his spellbook to raise both hands to the daemon. Spiraling energies slowed its collapse to a stop, and with a thrust of his outstretched arms, those energies clapped to life, reversing the monster’s direction and slamming it into the ice. Sobered by the hard ice floor, Icarus quickly collected himself. “Fredrick.” he managed, pulling up the Shade with his left hand. “Nicku, help me.” The Kingsglaive were all taught how to seal an Alvionspawn, in anticipation of one of their own turning. Ike just never thought in a hundred years it’d be Solisian. The siphon had embedded itself in Ike’s Roseplate when the Ax had shattered, and together they combined their efforts and sealed the reeling abomination back into the siphon of the Great Ragnar’s Ax of Odin. For a while, there was only panting… silence. Glancing at Nicku, and then over to Fredrick, Icarus Forde couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Slowly realizing they weren’t dead, Nicku smiled and then joined in the relieved laughter, leaning against a massive boulder of ice that had come up out of the river in the fray. Fredrick, staring at what must appear as two insane Kingstonians laughing after coming within inches of death, started laughing himself as well, albeit nervously at first. --- Agista had successfully taken Fort Acies with the help of the remaining Kingsglaive and the brave men and women of the Northkeep. Together they returned home to Kingstone for the New Year and in the coming spring, Solis surrendered. No one but Fredrick, Nicku, and Icarus ever learned of what happened on that frozen river. Not that anyone would have ever believed them anyway. The End.
  4. This is my character that I came up with for Season 5: Born in a little hut near what would become known as Kingstone. Reaneal was taught to be a Forester's apprentice. When he went to Kingstone for the first time he was so awestruck by it that he wanted to work in Kingstone one day. When he got to 15 King Icarus Ford presented him with the job as being a lumberjack for Kingstone. As Kingstone did not have a lumberjack in the new settlement he accepted the job. He was so grateful that he got asked. He knew it would be hard work as Kingstone would require lots of wood but this was to be expected as there would be lots of buildings that required wood. Tons upon tons of logs and planks were sold by Reaneal. He did his work as he was told and any specific orders for wood he took. His parents were proud of him, very proud. They were in the old settlement (now a kingdom) but they sent him letters occasionally and he sent them back a response.He left the old Kingstone at age 15 and made the 3 month long journey to the new settlement. he got there when he was almost 16. It was 2 more months before he was 16. it was almost winter to, 4 more months to be exact. Reaneal was proud to living his childhood dream of working for Kingstone. Villagers, Guards, and the King himself asked for wood from him and he supplied. When building his place before he was asked to supply lots of wood for Kingstone he used lots of wood and cobble he got to build his hut. He later built his mill that took the bark of blocks and sold bark and stripped logs. He also supplied all types wood, planks, logs, bark, and stripped logs. When he was asked to go on adventure to explore or to spy on the enemies for intel he would. He would also go into battle as asked. He was good at commanding but refused any guard or general positions as he liked being a lumberjack. He was proud to serve his country, but only took the field when the ongoing battle got tough. When it came to being in Kingstone it was not often. He would be there for meetings that required him or for deliveries. He would go there to shop or trade at times if he needed something. He would always help Kingstone even if it was a log stack at a time. The Realm of Everneth was so expansive he would not begin to understand it even a fraction of a bit. He had an decent education in Kingstone when he was a kid. His parents had lots of money to pay for his education. But never was in school after the age of 12. This was because the age of doing work for males in the village he was in was 12. He helped out before then but when he got 12 it was full time work for Reaneal. It was at age 15 he was asked by the King to work for Kingstone. He became a lumberjack at age 16, the working age.
  5. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Icarus recalls the past... [Season 4]

    The horns of Kingstonian victory were still ringing as Ike sheathed Brisingr. It was a sunny day, the cobblestones of the western gatehouse sparkled with light. He leaned over the wall, his right hand clad in the old leather gauntlet from a lifetime ago, half a world away. Looking down into the field, he saw the familiar sight of carnage. Hundreds of bodies, mostly in green or brown sheepskins and rucksacks, were being looted or carted off into a mass grave. The few bandits that lived were either being finished off or imprisoned. Bloody battle axes were now being used to chop into pieces the crude siege towers, to later be used as firewood. He saw the Shade among them, easily picking her out of the crowd by her height. Fredrick was at the base of the Discord Tower, healing the wounded. Agista had been sent to chase the routing and rallying back to their camp and ensure this would be the last of their sieges. The king sighed, relieved the fighting was over, and that he didn't have to indulge the curse to do it. "Sir? The numbers are in if you would follow me to your study." Ike turned around and the familiar face matched the familiar voice. Alana's blonde hair and small stature always masked her arcane abilities. Noir was, as expected, standing behind her. Blank-faced and standing straight, the tip of his sword on the ground as he watched vigilantly. The two came with Agista from Vennterria, and as such were one of the few Kingsglaive to not bear the curse. "Yes, lead on." he said, before motioning towards a nearby guard. "I want all the siege towers and bodies taken care of before sundown." the man-at-arms nodded and rushed towards the door. --- As they rode down the main street of the city, citizens from all around praised them, throwing flowers and prayers. Icarus could see the castle from here, standing stoically on the hill. The guards hailed them inside and soon he was alone in his study with a flickering candle and a book titled "The History of Kingstone's Vassals" along with the casualty report. The dread of it finally hit him. Mirerest was destroyed. The captain of Mirerest was one of the Inner Circle and had served him loyally since the beginning. Mirerest had defended Kingstone nobly from invaders and was an important line of defense and all-seeing eye to the west. She finally fell into ruin after the monstrous attacks of the bandit horde overtook her. The garrison and all who worked there were slain. Kuiken was decimated along with them. They were neighbors and although Kuiken was young and budding, it was still loyal and Kordon was a very close friend to Ike. He reluctantly read down the list of his vassals. ((Ted and Steel)) "Ravenscar was destroyed. The great Ragnar was slain". Like Icarus, the Vikings that lived there were tired of constant bloodshed and sided with Kingstone to live in peace. When Solis invaded from the Northeast, Ragnar joined the Kingsglaive, bore it's curse and used the great axe of Odin to fight them valiantly. And although Solis was defeated, Ravenscar paid the ultimate price. ((DefendPopPunk)) "Lalarian was destroyed. Erland's body was never found." Erland Gufisson was a great man, he was dealt a bad hand but built himself up. He used his power to make it easier for those from similarly bad homes. He served both Icarus and Ragnar well, and Ravenscar wouldn't have been the same without him. ((DivineIngenuity)) "Avalon is in ruins, Ulthur was sentenced to death and executed by King Icarus Forde." he winced at the memory. Javious was a great military commander, and Avalon was proof of his architectural prowess. He was loyal, but in Kingstone, no one is above the law, and Ike did what had to be done. Just another coffin chained to his conscience. ((Javious)) "Nieuwsgierig Temple is in ruins, her light shines no longer." Between Discordia, Bellona, and Nieuwsgierig, you would think communing with goddesses would lose its charm, but it never did. Ike continued down the list. ((AMZCuriousPanda)) "Mista Mathora is razed. Vluxed's body was never found." Vluxed was once councilmen to Fredrick himself, and since gaining his vassalhood the elves their always served loyally. Vluxed was a kind, and unusually straight-forward elf. His skill with a bow was unmatched and the people there were always laughing and singing. ((Vluxed)) "Nymphea had sunken to the bottom of the sea, Agunua was never seen again." Agunua and his council were loyal bannermen to King Icarus and fought at the Battle of Antiquorem alongside him. Although their culture was violently different than the rest of the kingdom, their actions had forever cemented them in the hall of glory. ((Agunua and Carson)) "THE PIT collapsed, although most of the beasts survived thanks to the shades." THE PIT was always unstable. It's creation was abyssal and corrupt. It was only thanks to Nicku and the Kingsglaive that the corruption didn't make it far beyond the portal. The beasts got out but in the end, the portal imploded a second time, and was covered by hundreds of tons of stone and earth. The Dawn Isles were also evacuated, but Ike and the shades agreed it shouldn't be put to paper, for their safety. When Solis declared war, the Dawn Isles were directly in between the two warring states and although invisible, if Solis were to find the isles by chanc the town would surely have been razed and plundered for the Kingstone banners that flew there. The shades never returned, and await Nicku's order to settle again soon. All that remained then was Mirkwood, The Wizards' Tower, and Kingstone herself. With Solis, the bandits, and for a time, Loden, all defeated, the power vacuum that had appeared in Everneth was suddenly very clear to Icarus Forde.
  6. TheSteelNinja14

    Character Profile: Kordon Luis

    Kordon is my role play character that I will be playing as for everneth seasons 4, 5 and possibly more. His entire generation was blown away due to an explosion of some sorts. Icarus Forde had found Kordon as the sole survivor of the island on his journey to a new home and Picked him up from there. When the creation of the Mantisphere shattered Vennterria, much of the mainland was lost to the sea. From the calamity, an island was formed. The Ancient Vennterrians who survived there named their new home Kuiken. They lost all connection to the rest of the world and the shifting plates would only pull them farther from home. Isolated, they united. With no threats of invasion or civil war, Kuiken prospered. Legend has it that the small island quickly became an advanced civilization, all thanks to a gift from Poseidon, God of the Sea. He had bestowed upon them a powerful source of magical energy, and it became the fuel for their innovation. The golden age of Kuiken wouldn't last, however, and as the years came and gone the arcane orb began to break down. Pulses of nausea radiated from its core, and when an attempt was made to remove it, the jewel erupted, leveling their entire civilization and leaving mystical radiation in its wake, corrupting the populace into lesser Alvionspawn and driving those who survived the explosion into madness. Kordon, was fishing out at sea when Poseidon appeared before him out of the waves. He warned of the desolation of Kuiken and gifted him with a turquoise sword named the Prismarine Blade. It empowered him with great strength, and he used it to exterminate the mindless abominations of what used to be his people. When the battle fever left him he found himself a different man, and he realized what a terrible cost came with the sea god's gift. Icarus Forde, a vassal of the Empress of Brytannia, guided his fleet in pursuit of the indigo smoke spotted on the horizon. With nothing left to go back to, Kordon decided to join their quest to find a new home.
  7. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    A Great Empire Expands into Everneth.

    So every server I play on I end up building a great city/empire because I play Minecraft for the story building and architecture. I've gotten mostly God-gear again and it's time to begin construction. I suppose this thread might be a megathread for me to post updates and lore and residential opportunities and even, hopefully, conquest updates. But for now, I have to decide where it will go, what will be its name and place in my own persistent universe. Where will it go? Personally, I always build around 2,000 blocks away from spawn. This way I don't step on toes or take up space, but I've found that my cities often go unvisited and it all feels like a ruin or a relic from an ancient golden age. This server is more populated and healthy, in my opinion, but I still figure I should stay in spawn to be the backbone of the area's activity and a great monument for new players and old to become inspired and, by their visits, inspire me. I illustrated some ideas onto a piece of the geography: There are a couple problems with this setup, however. This map not only consumes an ungodly percentage of the residential area but it is simultaneously way too small for any kind of complex and reasonable capital city, let alone the great city of Kingstone. Pair that with the fact I haven't talked to the Parliment about this, it brings up a lot of problems so my eyes are set here: More about the city. I built a city called Kingstone once before, and it was to this day my favorite builds I have ever worked on, but it was destroyed in a reset and the server itself was less than active. While I still have the world and plan on finishing it someday offline, I feel it's glory must be public and as such, I am thinking this kingdom will be Kingstone Reborn. It will be as if Icarus Forde and Agusta Rustero's royal fleet landed here and colonized the fertile shores of eastern Everneth instead of Carrotcraft's mountainous plains. I imagine I will also have a great port with a few warships and one of them being the Lady Valkyrie, flagship of the new Royal Navy, and on this ship will be a nether portal to spawn where an identical flagship will roleplay sail you to Kingstone. Also, the horse route will be fully pathed and possibly with a bunch of cool forests and abandoned shelters maybe an inn and some terraformed greenery on the way. Too bad that everyone including myself with just Elytra over. Still, if I ever find a warhorse worth of the title of Boris 'the Bold' I will gladly use this path. The city will also have multiple tiers, and should the city ever come under siege, the attackers would need to fight through three levels of defense to capture the castle. With this, I will also try and fill each tier with the respective classes from the lowest peasant to the King and his Royal Family. Also, make sure to check out the church of the seven, and the multiple shrines to Bellona and Ra and other real-world deities. And the libraries, which will be teeming with lore surrounding the past present and fiction of Kingstone, Brytannia, and whispers of entire other universes. I appreciate you reading through this and pray you will continue to check up on this thread as I release pictures and progress reports, and when it is finally all built, you will see the stunning cinematic I create from all my builds.
  8. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Vennterrian Magic and the Kingsglaive Curse

    Vennterrian Magic and the Kingsglaive Curse To even begin to tackle the monolith that is Vennterrian Magic (one of the main sources of conflict in 'The Seal of Heroes'), I want to start with a couple disclaimers then clarify a few terms. 1) Remind yourself to not metagame (cause your character to act in ways that exploit the information they should not have). This information is for players, not for characters. 2) The Seal of Heroes universe is over six years old, and as a result, very complex so certain things might be confusing as I don't realize what I have and haven't given context too. A few terms: -Gem: One of the six gems that fell from the sky, containing god-like power -Relic: One of the five tools that were crafted out of the gems to better siphon their power safely, at the cost of strength -Jewel: A stone, soul, or otherwise crafted 'fake gem' use the mirror the power of the Five Relics to varying degrees of success -Tool(s) of Power: A fake relic, used to exploit the power of a jewel with varying levels of strength and stability Before the events of a Seal of Heroes: Vennterria was a single continent akin to that of Pangea. It was ruled by a single ancient empire, and without even the slightest dream of magic. This was changed when six gems fell from the sky, each one containing god-like power. The first man to come into contact with one was with named Alvion. He died the second he touched it, and the corpse that remained was twisted into an arcane crystalline abomination. This new titanic daemon had the potential to bring desolation to all of Vennterria, and it almost did. Though before that could happen Alvion was sealed away with his own power and the ritual shattered Vennterria. What remained was a mountain of dark crystals named the Mantisphere, it spewed lethal radiation and sucked the life force of anything that came near. Rumor has it, Alvion is still alive, as well as the five brave heroes that sealed him, frozen in time together in brutal combat. Before the ways of the old capital was lost, the remaining five gems were crafted into flawless relics that would allow their power to be siphoned safely. The descendants of old Vennterria separated in order to better colonize the continents and islands that remained, and the five relics were separated with them. Even after centuries of war, they remained in the hands of the five major civilizations: Kalador, Zebulus, Brytannia, Malaka, and Rivergate. During the events of SoH, the Mantisphere became more active, melting down and spewing magic back into the world. Whether it was Kalador discovering jewels in the heart of their great mountain capital or the souls tethered to vessels in Zebulian experiments, the arms race had begun. They were nothing like the original six, but these jewels promised great power, and it seemed like the end of an age. Imagine the horror that they felt when they discovered how inept their own relics were. During the next few years, there were hundreds of tools of power that were crafted, but the craftsmen of New Vennterria were nothing like the old, and they could never quite siphon the power safely. Whether they were instantly reduced to ash or were slowly corrupted into Alvionspawn, the costs always outweighed the gain. While they continued to push technology past what was considered ethical, the Fitz family of Zebulus continued to open and maintain factories built on the back of child labor. In their time there, a boy named Icarus and his younger brother Dale became craftsmen of prodigy, the Fitz family picked up on this and worked them harder and harder, leading to Dale's death. Ike then decided to use his skills to create weapons of war against the Fitz Family and helped to win the Zebulian civil wars. Irashi, the new Wingman of Zebulus, decided to then gift Ike with a shard of the Zebuluan Tablet (one of five original relics), as it was useless to Irashi without a siphon. Ike could never perfect it, but he was able to get close. He crafted them into his leather gauntlets, and it instilled him with his famous fiery power. After the wars were won, Ike and the crew of his now ruined airship, the Lady Valkyrie, decided to swear loyalty to Agusta Rustero who saw his craftsmanship and had him build an entire arsenal of tools of power. With each new success, the diversity of Vennterrian jewels began to be discovered. Each seemed to work in their own unique way and Ike would have to make drastic changes on each tool, and as a result, the power they instilled was always special. The men and women who had the bodies and minds strong enough to wield these imperfect relics were named the Queen's Glaive or Queensglaive. With her glaive, Agusta easily united the petty kingdoms of Brytannia and claimed the Capital City of Aelton, and the crown that came with it (one of the legendary relics, known as the 'Crown of Aelton'). The Kingsglaive Curse With Brytannia united, Icarus decided to leave Vennterria and start a kingdom of his own, under Agusta's banner. When Icarus discovered the existence of Solis, an ancient and hostile empire, he knew he would have to fight again, and without Brytannian support, he would have to break the vow he took within himself and forge his own Kingsglaive. To his relief, a few of his companions had magicks of their own, but they were few and soon Icarus would be forging tools of power for his own kingdom. Just as the Queensglaive, the Kingsglaive's tools weren't perfect. Each time the power of Vennterrian magic was tapped into, the wielder experienced the intoxicating bloodlust and unrelenting savagery that was typical of Ike's tools. It would slowly corrupt the person, driving them away from what they once were. Some even turned into Alvionspawn themselves. But the sacrifice of his glaive bought salvation for Kingstone, and the budding kingdom survived Solisian wrath. Unique Glaive Members King Icarus Forde originally incorporated the gem shard he received from Irashi into a custom made leather gauntlet. These gauntlets had coils of metal cables incorporated into the bottom side of each forearm, using cold welding technology to 'stick' onto surfaces and either swing around his airship himself or pull targets to him. Steampower coiled and uncoiled these cables back within the gauntlet and the impact of them being shot at close range could send targets reeling backward. He had two retractable blades in each fist and finally, each of his gauntlets could fire three mini crossbow bolts from within the fists. However, when Ike implemented the tablet, each of these weapons, as well as his own bodily functions, were greatly enhanced. While under the curse, bright rings of orange and gold form around both irises in his eyes, which increased his reaction time and spatial awareness exponentially. His cables grew white hot and seemed to have minds of their own, acting to his will. The blades had much greater cutting and stabbing power and the bolts would explode on impact. As he aged, however, he wasn't agile enough to use his cables anymore and decided to once again reinvent his fighting style. He crafted 13 swords, forging all but a speck of his tablet into the thirteenth, Brisingr. He gave away his left gauntlet, now useless to him, and taught himself to shoot a longbow. The keysword required to fly the Lady Valkyrie gave him plenty of longsword experience and soon he was a master swordsman. Ike could wield Brisingr without exploiting the curse, but when times became dire, he would trigger the pommel and his fiery strength would return. The remaining speck of the tablet within his right gauntlet connected the two tools of power, and he could recall his sword back to him at will, and even teleport his entire body to the sword, however doing so would allow the curse to completely envelop him. His swings could send flaming crescents of explosive power, as his thrusts would create crushing spears of flame. As a result of the curse, Brisingr would glow red hot, and become lighter, and pierce armor more easily. His heightened spacial awareness and the power sent through gauntlet into longbow made him a deadly accurate archer at superhuman ranges and his arrows could even explode on impact. After years of exploiting this power, Ike's condition plummeted. The visible signs of his curse grew exponentially, and while under its effects, on top of the rings around his eyes, his plate armor would glow red hot, burning runes crawl across his skin, and embers encircle all around him. The carefree, optimistic facade he built around himself faded, and melancholy and rage-filled it's void. He felt himself grinding his teeth and clenching his fists in unprovoked rage, and the bloodlust never left him, even as he slept. His love for Kingstone was stronger, however, and for his people and his home he always kept the curse hidden while off the battlefield. Ike is in a daily struggle to keep himself from becoming Alvionspawn, and to relieve this he shares his burden with his warhorse, Boris 'the Bold' who as a result, transforms into a griffon. Alfrety also has been known to bear his curse as well, unbeknownst to Ike himself. Agista Rustero is heir to the throne of Brytannia and the Crown of Aelton. While she doesn't wield one of Ike's weapons, she bears a curse of her own. Because of her Rusteronian blood, she was abducted as a child and chained to a demonic spirit. She mastered the ways of sorcery from the women of Tarif, and after foiling an attempt by the spirit to commandeer her body, the spirit vowed obedience to her. With its power and her skills, she became the greatest sorceress since Cartian, and inherited his scythe. With amulet, talisman, and scythe in hand, Agista is a terror on the battlefield. She can blink short distances and become intangible at will. Cleaving lines of infantry with her scythe one second, and tanking magic missiles and cannon shots with it the next. She is part of Ike's inner glaive. Nicku Crestshade was saved by Icarus as a child and has since trained by his side. Her dryad-like shade powers, which she mastered at infancy, granted her control over beasts, which she can command and communicate with at will. For those who resisted her will, she carried a crude stone war hammer, and when the threat of Solis was revealed, Ike forged her one of castle-forged steel. The gauntlet she received from Icarus was modded with a sapphire found in the old mines of Kalador. It strengthened her control of beasts, filled her with superhuman strength and made her hammer light as a feather in her arms, ungodly heavy in the hands of someone who didn't suffer from the curse. While under the effects of the curse, her eyes grow a bright cyan blue, and her horns pull farther out of her skull. Älfrety of Lletya is a young elf, who ventured out of Tirannwn into Human-controlled Gielenor to study magic, in hopes of one day freeing his people from violent oppression and attempted extinction. Taking roads less traveled, he walked and hid all the way to Draynor, where he stayed for two nights before entering the Draynor Wizards' Tower. There he studied, hooded and slouched, fooling everyone with the illusion of humanity. All but one; Wizard Toloram knew Älfrety's origins the moment he entered the Tower. Toloram knew that if Älfrety was discovered, he would be executed, or worse; pitying the elf, he took him into his personal study as a roommate, to lessen his chance of revealing his disguise. Älfrety studied with Wizard Toloram until the human wizards' grey hairs turned white, and he became ill his last time; when the other Wizards of the tower realized they'd been fooled. Älfrety was set to be executed in three days' time. Toloram could not stop the execution in his age or condition, but he knew how they would do it. Älfrety would be sent through the "Continuum Gap", a massive hole beneath the Tower which spews forth magical energy and blinding lights. On the morning of his execution, Toloram gave Älfrety his two greatest possessions: His spellbook, and a crystalline eye. The eye shone green like an emerald, with a pupil that darted erratically from one position to the next. The eye was dubbed by Toloram "The Mage Eye", a legendary magical artifact capable of revealing arcane secrets of massive gravity; It was the third eye of the God Guthix. No longer balanced by its connection to the now dead god, it is simply a fount of unlimited power, assuming you'd be willing to put your life on the line. With these only two possessions hidden inside the rags he was given to wear, Älfrety walked out of the cell, down the stairs, and after a brief hearing, was thrown down the endless, the infinity; into the unknown. "Halt!" called out a voice which rivaled the thunder, "A corpse blocks the road!" But the voice was wrong. The body was only half corpse. His spirit had been bound to the nearest vessel, King Icarus himself, only barely surviving at a great cost. Binding to Icarus also meant Älfrety permanently branding himself with Ike's inescapable condition: The Kingsglaive Curse. From that day on, Älfrety fought alongside Icarus and his strange, fiery magic but also struggled with the wrath and fury that the curse had thrust upon both of them. It incurred Älfrety's normally dormant and bitter hatred of the Human race, and while under the curse's influence, his eyes shone a verdant green only comparable to the Mage Eye itself; eyes blinded by rage, eyes that can see only his people being slaughtered at the Underground Pass, eyes that can only see his people driven into the forests of Tirannwn by bloodbath after bloodbath. How ironic it is that Älfrety fights under a human king, conjuring arcane lightning and dragonfire that would be all but uncontrollable if not for a powerful, foreign presence. I would like to personally thank anyone who took the time out of their day to read this and know that I respect you more for doing it. I hope you can begin to see the depth of Kingstone and, by extension, Vennterria. I will be glad to answer any questions or discrepancies.
  9. The History of Kingstone, and its Future. Kingstone had some very meager beginnings on Everneth. It started with a cobblestone square and my friend of sixteen years. So I was surprised when randoms began to take notice of King Icarus's ambitions and go out of their way to join (Shoutout to Remy and DPP, those willing to put their trust in a nobody and help build Kingstone to what it is today.), and as we were picking up steam, I became very lenient about who joined and didn't have the forethought to realize nobody would actually want to fight us if we covered half the server, after all, I was just enjoying all the new faces. I also discovered on the blood-soaked battlefields between Solis and Kingstone, that I preferred a small, elite group. Late December, Solis, and Kingstone mutually decided to take a break to celebrate the coming of a new year. It was during the end of this armistice that I heard rumors that the server would be resetting at the old 1.13 update (before it was merged with the aquatic one) and even if I rushed to build a crummy, imperfect Kingstone, I wouldn't have had the time to enjoy it nor to hold any decent sized events there. These rumors were decidedly false and even if they were true, Mojang soon announced that the two updates would become one, and as a result, delayed. By this time, however, I had already lost months and months of time, and by then the new update wasn't far off and I ran into the same problems. My love for Kingstone never faded, and I never felt the same Minecraft burnout that plagued the rest of Everneth (even though I've been playing since March 2011 and wracked up easily over 5,000 hours) but Kingstone was to be my magnum opus. Simultaneously the most ambitious and most detailed project I had ever attempted. It was going to be finished halfway through the current world's life, then enjoyed by everyone through events and stories/videos/streams for the second half. And man, am I proud of Kingstone... it has become more than a build. So I've been asked by many whether or not I will rebuild Kingstone during the upcoming world reset and for the longest time it was a stern "No." I couldn't lose Kingstone a third time, I tried to build it before Everneth and lost it before it was finished and for awhile I was resolved to just build it in a creative singleplayer world with the Conquest mod, along with the impossible project of Vennterria. But Kingstone isn't just a build anymore, man, it's a community and my home. During the past three days, we have had two separate events centralized around Kingstone, and in between these events, the build was full of people who weren't even vassals of the kingdom, the population of the server has gone beyond 20 for the first time in a long time. You can't get that in creative singleplayer, and if the next world lasts a good 7-12 months, then I owe it to Everneth to finish Kingstone and continue to keep its players involved in its antics. I appreciate all of you who have taken the time out of your day to come to these events and I hope to see you all in the next world. Kingstone wouldn't be the same without you and while I will be purging the current team of Kingstonians, I will be reopening the application process, now with a more complex series of tests including building skills, lore knowledge, proficiency in combat, and unique character profiles. List of Kingstonians at the beginning of the new world: -King Icarus Forde of Kingstone -Nicku Crestshade -Alfrety of the Wizards' Tower -Arlin of Mirkwood (Remy) (( I am also thinking of renewing ties with DPP and Divine, but since DPP's computer is borked and I don't even know if Divine wishes to continue his journey, I decided to leave them off this list. )) Huge thanks to those who read all this, it was satisfying writing it.
  10. Everyone is invited to join the invading team. This will be a pvp event held at Kingstone found on the first floor of the yellow quadrant in the nether hub, look for the red and yellow eagle banners. All items/beds/builds will be supplied for absolutely free, compliments of Kingstone and FearlessPie. Remember that we are all just trying to have fun. Stick to the rules and be positive! Kingstone is under siege by barbarians. The goal for the invaders will be to slay King Icarus Forde who is holed up in the "Discord Tower". Kingstonians will have to protect the king for 20 minutes. Barbarians will have to emerge from their encampment and storm the walls past an open field. The fight takes place 4/7/18 2pm PST. Winners get a stack of diamonds each. Rules: Infinite respawns Invaders cannot break blocks they didn't place but can use building in ANY way to scale the walls/towers No spawn camping Must follow your team's kit All items will be unenchanted but can be named 1 maximum Kingstonian per 2 invaders (Example: 3 Kingstonians vs 6 Invaders) All players are allowed stone axes Items on the ground from dead players are fair game for everyone, no looting item frames The limits on arrows are at a time All members must respect the southern/eastern border marked in orange on the map below and in orange concrete on the battlefield All players are allowed a shield (Preferably the one provided with your team's insignia) No enderpearls or elytras Kingstonian Kit: King Icarus Forde: Iron Helmet, Diamond Chestplate, Diamond Pants, Iron Boots, Iron Sword, Bow, Three Stacks of Arrows. Kingstonian Bodyguards: Full Iron Armor, Iron Sword, Bows, Two Stacks of Arrows. Kingstonian Mage: Assorted Iron/Leather Armor, Stone Sword, Bows, One Stack of Arrows. Various Potions (strength potions banned). Invading Kit: Barbarian King: Diamond Helmet, Iron Chestplate, Iron Pants, Iron boots, Iron Sword, Bows, One Stack of Arrows, Wooden Blocks (as much as they can carry.), One Default Splash Potion of Invisibility per Round Barbarian Invaders: Iron Helmet, Iron Chestplate, Iron Pants, Iron Boots, Iron Sword, Bows, One Stack of Arrows, Wooden Blocks (as much as they can carry.)
  11. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Apply to join the Kingdom of Kingstone!

    "With the recent threats by the Solisian Empire, King Icarus is looking for able-bodied men and women to serve the Kingdom of Kingstone and secure the future of our people. Settlers are waiting for strong-willed leaders to colonize dozens of new locations near the Kingstone border. There are also spots open on King Icarus' Royal Council. Tryouts for the Kingsglaive are also being held if you think you have the strength and perseverance that it takes to become one of the elite legendary warriors." -One of the hundreds of letters sent by the Capital to all over the world seeking warriors and architects alike. Kingstone Recruitment Thread Kingstone is looking for builders to serve as vassals who will create interesting settlements and have the dedication to finish them, as well as warriors sworn to protect the crown and join us in battle when the banners are called. Looking to be a Vassal? To be a vassal of Kingstone is to hold a position of power and weight in the Kingdom. These are dukes, barons, mayors, counts, etc. If you are looking to build in Kingstone you will need the dedication to finish the build and the ability to stay within our "universe" if you think you can do both then I would ask you reply to this post with a few things: The origin/purpose of your settlement (Mirkwood, a bandit lair that decided to bend the knee rather than be razed. After years of loyalty, it became a flourishing village.) A quick description of your character (Alfrety, a mage who was banished from his home and befriended the king, now serving as headmaster of the Wizards' Tower and crucial member of the Kingsglaive.) An answer to the question: "Would you be willing to join in on optional/impromptu roleplay events as well as be a member of our discord and join voice chat during battles or crucial events?" Here is a map of Kingstone. The areas marked in red are open to new vassals, the ones marked in gold belong to the Kingdom of Kingstone but are so far from the Capital that it would be preferred to build closer. Purple is TwoEdgedDeath's but you might be able to get it from him if you ask nicely and promise to build something asian-esque. [EDIT: TwoEdgedDeath agreed to hand over Nippon to whoever qualifies.] Looking to be a member of the Kingsglaive? To be a member of the Kingsglaive is to be a part of a group of warriors empowered by magical relics (such as the Apple of Discord, Cartian's Scythe, or the Holy Grail) to slaughter the King's enemies and to protect the King's people. If you are looking to fight as one of these legendary mercenaries, you will need the natural will to fight and kill as well as the ability to hold your own in combat no matter the odds or stakes. If you think you have the combat talent as well as spirit to take the fields of battle yourself I would ask you to reply to this post with a few things: A quick description/origin story of your character (Agista Rustero, daughter to the Empress of Brytannia, tired of living in her mother's shadow she ran away and became a master sorceress, then chosen by the Scythe of Cartian to wield it, she went with King Icarus from Vennterria in order to earn Agusta's forgiveness.) An answer to the question: "Would you be willing to spar with me and Nicku as well as other Kingsglaive members in order to hone your skills and prove yourself?"
  12. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    An Open Letter to Solis

    The Solis-Kingstone Ultimatum After the events of the Battle of Fort Acies, Kingstone and her vassals realized that Solis could not win, and as a result came together to write an ultimatum much like the one the Imperator sent to King Icarus. Inclosed are our terms and the options to which Solis must respond. Failing to do so will result in an immediate Kingstone victory and shameful end to the reign of the Solisian Empire. The Kingdom of Kingstone will give the Empire until the 2nd Day of January 2018. And then it must choose which road it will follow. Our demands: I. Lopp steps down as Consules. He is a war criminal and peace between Solis and Kingstone is impossible as he holds power in the Empire. II. Kingstone shall never again bend to impromptu and non-consensual rules. Failing to understand this will mean an immediate surrender of the pertaining battle. (( For each of the official battles we have had these recent couples of Saturdays, we have, as equals, decided on rules far beforehand and as Kingstonians we have obeyed these rules to an absolute T. The battle of Fort Acies, however, changed all this. Twenty minutes before the battle, I was approached with new, disgustingly unfair rules including: Kingstone could only use half their members, only use Efficiency 1 picks (which we didn't own), and to abandon our spawn build (that exact same spawn in which Imperator Yogi asked us to build). From now on, if you declare war against Kingstone you will be facing the full might of Kingstone. If you want an edge over our numbers and skills, build immersive and defensive builds the same way the old medieval kings did. Causeways, arrowslits, gatehouses, drawbridges. Not 360 waterfalls around a hill that looks indiscernible from grief. )) Your options: I. Solis continues the fight, using the days until the 2nd of January to train their warriors and recruit new men. You must respect our second demand. (( Truth be told I like the concept of Solis. I truly believe that adversity is the flame that tempers the blade. Solis was an enemy, a rival, someone I could use to inspire myself to grow and to work. If Solis is willing to pick up the pieces and become an enemy who shows respect and decency, then I will gladly continue our game. I still regret not being able to defend Kingstone's proud walls. I still regret not being able to build siege towers and battering rams, and not being able to have a glorious victory at the seat of your proud capital. )) II. Solis has one final stand. They defend their capital against Kingstone, if they win, and respect BOTH of our demands then we will give them a very very attractive peace treaty. (( This option will give a heroic end to the great Empire of Solis. After 350 years of peace, the war-hardened Kingstonian forces with their magic and experience were too much for the Empire of Solis, but it will go down in history as a great nation which expanded across multiple continents and reigned with grace as one of the great ancient super-powers of Lutum. )) III. Solis admits defeat and decides to work with Kingstone towards a fair and final peace treaty. You must respect our first demand. (( This option will allow Solis to live in peace with Kingstone, and perhaps prepare them for an alliance against the great dark forces that are to come. If you are willing to take this course, I will gladly sit down with you and as equals, we will decide the price of this war, and your cooperation will be rewarded. I believe that Solis will have a hard time becoming as attractive a faction as Kingstone. Solis has great builders and skilled lore-writers, but Kingstone has been a concept for six years, and her vassals are die-hard loyal as well as determined to start and finish marvelous builds. They also are skilled in combat and are very disciplined, anchored by King Icarus's voice and experience. Even with extensive recruitment efforts, and the closing of Kingstone's own applications, it may not be enough to achieve the kind of numbers required to have a 50/50 win rate against Kingstone. )) Signed: King Icarus Forde of Kingstone Agunua, Lord of Nymphea -And his councilman, Carson of Nymphea. Arlin, Lord of Mirkwood Javious, Lord of Avalon Pandeoo, Spymaster of Kingstone Alfrety, Headmaster of the Wizards’ Tower Vluxed, Governor of Mista Mathora Ragnorock, Chieftain of Ravenscar Nicku Crestshade, Keeper of THE PIT
  13. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Battle of Fort Acies: A Post Battle Report

    Without the rest of their legions, the rallied Solsians were scattered easily. Their fort was searched and the supplies commandeered as King Icarus sat grimly atop the tallest battlement waiting for the crows to arrive. Wiping the red stains off of Brisingr's blade, he swallowed down the bile that was coming back up to haunt him. He could feel the curse stealing away more and more of his sanity and identity but steeled himself with the knowledge that with the Solisan offensive destroyed, Kingstone would be able to rest easy during the holidays. Glancing down, he noticed the wooden eagles that served as mantlets still stood proud, even with the three dozen arrows sticking out of them. Icarus would be proud as well, for his men, and now that the battle was over the worse was behind them. What really worried him was the new year, and the events it would bring. It was a 3:0 victory, with Kingstone taking all three points without needing their extra round. (( I appreciate all the Kingstonians who showed up to the battle, it was regretful that some of you had to stay back and couldn't earn the glory you deserved on the battlefield. I hope in future events, there will be no need to hold back and that there will be more communication between Solis and Kingstone regarding the rules being changed the last second, also looking forward to the possibility of a new faction rising up to face the might of Kingstone and it's dedicated defenders. ))
  14. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Character Profile: Nicku Crestshade

    -Nicku Crestshade- Nicku Crestshade is Nicku's main character and loyal vassal of King Icarus in the Season 4 Everneth roleplay universe, she is one of many from a custom race called the shades who control THE PIT and the Dawn Isles. Before the events of Kingstone, Nicku lived with her family in the forests North of the Hartguard ruins. They used their druidesque powers to tame beasts as pets and servants. The shades, as they are called in the common tongue, were peaceful. Content to hum and sing and dance together under their great oaks. Nicku was a natural adventurer and hunter for her family despite her young age. Wielding her great stone bludgeon she could defeat even the fiercest of beasts. But this would be the greatest of hunts. The northern drake troll: This one of a kind beast was a flying, fire-breathing dragon, with stone skin, massive jaws, and a face uglier than death itself. It was eight times her height and eight times her weight, and big enough to swallow her whole if she wasn't careful. But armed with her mighty hammer she would win. The huntress became the hunted as the ambush turned, the troll had a dozen lesser drakes in her pack and for each one crushed by the hammer, it seemed to grow heavier and heavier. The drake blood and her own were thick on the ground and she lost balanced mid-swing, sending the hammer flying off a cliff-side. With her surrounded, the drakes licked their lips at the prospect of the kill. The pack stood aside as the alpha summoned the mucus to end her, and as the forest was illuminated with dragon fire, she braced for the end. The sound of the intense flames was interrupted by the sound of metal thudding against dirt. Opening one eye, she made out the silhouette of a man. The drake's breath was being absorbed by the sword in his right hand, as his left sent a chain as red as his sword down the mountain. It seemed to have a mind of its own as it wrapped around the grip of her hammer and sent it flying back upwards. "Fight, fight and survive today!" bellowed the fire-bearer, as her hammer smacked back into her hands. Together they slammed against the army of reptiles and one by one sent their corpses off the cliff. Alone with the pack's leader, Nicku pushed the man back towards the brush. This was the fight she came for. He couldn't understand a word of her language, but smiled and nodded, sheathing his cooling sword. She went back to the village a hero, with the skull of a drake in her arms. The man's name was Icarus and over the next six years they got along, she taught him the language of the shades as he taught her the language of men. He said he was building a great stone city where his family could be safe. He also intrusted Nicku with his left gauntlet, which could serve as a grappling hook against fleeing enemies, or a way to get her bludgeon back as she drops it. And as his city grew so did she. The bludgeon didn't tire her anymore and soon she could tame the very same beasts that threatened her village. It was paradise. That was, until the arrival of a malicious nexus spawned under her home. The portal shattered the moment it was activated and split the earth open into a massive crater, vaporizing their old home. Lovecraftian horrors and beasts of untold strength clambered out of the pit. The shades should've been annihilated but were saved by Nicku's super-natural grip on creatures. She tamed them and made them docile, but the hellish corruption continued to spread out of the portal. The shades sent a bird to the Kingstonian Construction Site and Ike's Kingsglaive and their golden apple appeared in time to stop the flow of death before it reached the shades and their more benevolent beasts. Nicku made a home there to make sure the beasts never rampaged and to be closer to Kingstone since she was soon made a member of the Kingsglaive. THE PIT now served as a tourist attraction and barracks for when the beasts would be called to war under the watchful eye of their master. When the shades searched for a new home Icarus and Nicku both decided that they would be safest in isolation. The shades and the Kingsglaive rose a collection of islands from the ocean's depths and the quickly built a new paradise known as the Dawn Isles. The shades used their inherent magic powers to create a barrier to make the islands invisible to the outside world. Some say that there are shades in the Capital of Kingstone, but due to them being a minority, and the fact that they are so elusive, they were never confirmed. Disclaimer: All art was created by Nicku himself, not me.
  15. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Character Profile: King Icarus Forde

    -King Icarus "Ike" Forde- Icarus Forde is my primary character this season and ruler of the Kingdom of Kingstone. I've had him with me in the ol' walnut brain for five years and this profile is for the version as seen during Season 4 of the Everneth survival series. Born in a floating steampunk* city in the sky during its industrial revolution Icarus's life on the impoverished streets of Zebulus was hard. Child labor and outright slavery were widespread and that, combined with the total-war stance it took against its own people in the countless civil wars left Icarus with a growing feeling of dread for his home. It was only once his younger brother was crushed between two massive gears due to terrible working conditions, that Ike finally decided to incite his own war against Zebulus. With his closest friends from the ghetto, Jodie Holmes -a tomboy with undying loyalty and a violent attitude-, Selphy Fitz -a member of the rich Fitz family who ran away from home and was drawn to Ike's over-confidence and initiative, and Mako Varg -Ike's closest friend and protector- he commandeered one of Zebulus's precious airships: The Lady Valkyrie. At age 19, he was captain of the infamous "Sky Pirates" who struck fear in the heart of airship pilots all around Vennterria. As the Sky Pirates grew in number and respect, they had a real impact in transforming Zebulus from the cruel and desolate city into a flourishing hub of culture under Irashi Heart, the new and fair Wingman (President) of Zebulus. As thanks for their service and sacrifice, Irashi gifted Icarus Forde a quarter of the very same tablet that kept Zebulus afloat, as long as they would continue to serve as peace-keepers and defenders of the new and fair Zebulus. Icarus forged the tablet shard into his leather gauntlets, which gave the gauntlets untold fiery power. When the Mantisphere -a wicked and ancient magical seal trapped in time- began to leak magical energy back into the world, a war was started due to a magical arms race. After losing many of his crew and his beloved airship preventing the genocide of Kalador(a mountain capital city of dwarves), which was instigated by the Fitz family, the war was over and Icarus Forde sore. Without his ship and crew, Icarus was without purpose. Seeing war's negative effects first hand, and with his experience fighting, Agusta Rustero's cause was perfect for him. She vowed to unite all of Brytannia under one banner to put a stop to the endless wars between petty kings. Serving in her Queensglaive for ten years, he helped her unite the Empire and make her Empress. She was a fine queen and Ike did good under her, becoming her most loyal vassal and trusted advisor. But it was still Vennterria. He lost too much here and decided now that the wars were over he would finally have a chance to get away from it all. The Greek goddess of strife, Eris, began speaking to him in his dreams. She was proud of all the discord and adversity he had faced in his life and felt pity for him. She promised that she would gift him the Apple of Discord, and a safe-haven to colonize a city free from Vennterria's dark past, it was a bastion for him and his remaining crew. He foolishly accepted. It was a long and hard voyage across the sea. But Eris was right, this land was very fertile and stunningly beautiful. Using the power of the gauntlet, and the magic of the Apple, they created the famous capital city of Kingstone in eight short years. They quickly razed or recruited all of the minor settlements and bandit lairs in the area until Kingstone seemed safe from invaders. Even Loden, a malicious entity of unknown purpose, couldn't crack the proud stone walls as the defenders valiantly sent the demonic abomination and his hellish generals back to the pit from whence they came. But a few short days after Kingstone was completed, they learned a terrible truth. Donning the Roman title: "Discordia" Eris revealed multiple messages and finally an ultimatum from an ancient empire named "Solis" she had stolen. They contained the truth that Kingstone was built on the ancient ruins of a settlement named Hartguard, and that she had set them up for war from the start. Accepting the fact Icarus had to fight once more, he decided he was now too old to wield the gauntlet in the same way he used to. He removed all but a speck of the tablet from his right gauntlet and gave the left gauntlet to a shade named Nicku Crestshade. He forged 13 swords of different forms and none of them were good enough until he named the thirteenth and final one Brisingr, ancient language for "fire". He forged the Zebulan tablet into it and cut a ruby "trigger" into the pommel. He has since used this and many more magical relics to create a "Kingsglaive" a group of legendary fighters tasked with defending Kingstone and carrying out the King's will. (( Icarus "Ike" Forde is a part of the "Seal of Heroes" universe that I have been working on for 4-6 years now so there is a lot of content that I either forgot to cover or didn't find pertinent. Any questions would be excitedly answered for you and I may be found double-posting or necroing this thread as I remember, create, or experience new content I find relevant or interesting regarding his character. )) *(( I know you hear steampunk and groan, but this isn't the top hat and tea steampunk, it's gritty and remembers the "punk" in steampunk. ))
  16. RashE (IrashiHeart)

    Battle on the 16th of December, 2017.

    In around 13 hours ((12/16/17 1pm EST)), Kingstone will ambush a military encampment, in order to hinder their offensive. We will be doing rounds. Last team standing wins, one life per person, per battle. That means if you die, you're out of the round. The purple border is a soft-border. No spawn-camping should occur since both teams leave their spawn at the same time and have one life each. Rules: -No Elytras. Fly to the battlefield with them and leave them in the chests at near your labeled bed. -No TNT, no lava, and now Flint and Steel. We are not fighting for items and no one needs to lose their stuff. -Every round will be a single life. This means if you die you cannot join the fight until the round is over. Get your stuff but then head back to your spawn. Solis spawns 2858 -6. A mountain, like their home biome. Kingstone spawns at 3137 -136. It is in a cave under a roofed forest, perfect place to set loose an ambush. Solis Spawn Kingstone Spawn
  17. The Kingstone Royal Spawn Embassy has finally opened its gates to travelers and merchants! Now that the path has been cleared out and the wilderness pushed back, it is ready to open up its arms to all! Want to learn more about Kingstone? Tired of walking Nether paths? Fireworks getting too expensive these days? Enjoy an immersive and impressive atmospheric walk to the great Capital City of Kingstone! Are you a Kingstonian who needs safety from natural disasters or foreign threats? The emergency shelter is here to protect and serve you. Come on down to Spawn, just east of the Parliment building! (170,60) Also thinking about making a cinematic video of me walking down the path with nice music etc, but there is a certain tower that needs finishing first, but for now feel free to poke around.
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