RE: Spheres of Influence: Alliance
05-26-2019, 05:19 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-30-2019, 08:04 AM by Corn.)
Country Name: The Freed Bay Post (FBP)
Country Colour: That of the Strongest Envelopes. And also, it reminds me of the busy bees I think of them as.
Government: Well intentioned Meritocratic Bureaucracy. And, still, a work in progress for them. It took some time to get there, as well as some perfectly-coordinated prompting and collection of feedback, but we're here boiz. We figured it out. Hopefully. Mostly.
Leader: The Postmaster Paramount, Gaara Dubois. 37, with bright green eyes and already greying red hair. And a tattoo of the word- Ten years ago she'd been an ordinary courier, just trying to get by and do well by her town of Arolle, marked as the west-most on the map. Nine years ago she'd been on the front line of the rebellion, pike in hand, escorting the last Postmaster and his entourage into the castle of their oppressor to deliver the news. Eight, and she ran one of the first sets of messages to the Alliance, promising goodwill and aid as they'd always done, just under their own rule. Since then, she'd gone back to her home, and worked, quickly finding herself in a position to turn Arolle from the precariously-maintained town it was to a thriving city, well-in-touch with its neighboring Khuln and the Capital, as much as any city closer. There's work yet to do, but she's proud of what she's been able to accomplish there.
She's serious, devoted, and moreso than that, she is very, very anxious. Her appointment to the position was a surprise, and one she intends to accept and make good on, but the weight of the country is more than that of her city. Finally, they've gotten things... Kind of straight, and whatever happens under her is going to be their first official impression in the world.
Pressure, dudes.
Society: Are they still the Pratois? Jury’s still out on that one. It's a little difficult to describe the society as a whole, as so large was the conquest of the lands within that there isn't just one. It's a largely agrarian bunch, people who bust ass in the day and take their leisure time afterward very seriously, but any further detail varies wildly. There are many humans of different cultures within, many bearing similarities to the many neighbors of the FBP, and some all their own. Pockets of peoples all over the place. Humans, Dwarves, Polytheists of many denominations, Monotheists, it's a real mixed bunch. Most of the Dwarves live close to the mountains and Yvielle River, and around them are humans whose gods sometimes resemble theirs, when not still followers of the old King's beliefs. They're mostly bound by that attitude of kick ass then kick it, and their common language, instilled by previous rulers. As of right now, the push toward the daytime asskicking has been more pronounced, as the methods and role of higher-ups changed so significantly, and there's a fair amount of unease about it.
Also, historically, these peeps have been SO chill with the Dwarves. They've got a ton of Dwarven loan words, and do a fair amount of trade with the holds.
The old King's Goddess and the most popular pantheon I'll describe later, I don't think it's THAT important up front but it'll be there. If it matters sooner than I expect, King's religion is monotheist with the idea that the world has always BEEN and the earth goddess was the first life from the ground which brought all else into existence. It says the gods of others were the first of THEIR kind, but not holding the life-giving power She does. The river is named after her.
Main pantheon is your standard stupid big pantheon only some of the gods are similar to the dwarves and there are dwarven Chosen Heroes in the stories.
History:
In what is sometimes described as the mildest human revolution, a militia of perhaps a thousand marched up to the gate of the old Praterran capital. The gates, held open, by a line of uniformed couriers, the patches on their arms noting a presence from every province. A small section of them accompanied a man inside, by the name of Gaspard Page, and in a stillness of the King's fear, a message was delivered.
"13 June, 780
Correspondence for His Highness, in the Grace of the Goddess, King Blaireaux :
"Tonight is the last that Praterre is held in Loïc's reign. Shamed would he be of his own, should he have seen it come here. Blood of men in the streets, for following orders, for making do, for deigning to speak. Long has the house of Loïc been stagnant, content to lounge and play and see the decay of their home. Longer still has the house been negligent, before borders were secure, the edges of the country under turbulence while the capital remained safe without care. Now, there is only cruelty in its wake, and Praterre can be no more in the hands of a king content to the following:"
The list of complaints for Blaireaux was long. Suppression of speech, literal shooting of the messenger under the reasoning of 'political games' that did not exist, violent paranoia that made them look dangerous, leaving the edges of the country to the whims of whatever lords he didn't care enough to oversee, becoming of less contribution to world affairs than a land so wide ought to be. He couldn't handle the interior, he couldn't handle anyone else, and when it got bloody, enough had become enough. Simply put, he was no longer the king. It had been decided. But their decision was inspired, the spirit of old Unity-based rebellions in their considerations.
To you, in good will, despite all call to have none, we leave your ancestral home. Arable land to farm, forest to hunt from, the river to drink of and ride. The line of what is to be yours is drawn on the fresh map, which we have provided for convenience. Further, we establish the following, to the eyes of the King, the People, and the Alliance in time:
1: The King, his Men, their men, shall all be free to travel within the lands of the state, on equal good will to our own.
2: The service of courier is to be extended to The King, his Men, their men, should they choose, with no fear of compromising their right to speak, and correspond privately.
3: No Violence shall be done to the King, his Men, their men, or his lands, unprompted by violence upon Us.
This is an offer of peace, from a people left without it. It is Our hope that you will consider it. Your family's service to the country has been noted, and you have been relieved of service.
To your lands, DeLoic, for no longer are we ruled.
Cried from the People of the land, as transcribed and delivered by the Freed Bay Post."
Alliance: Yes indeedy, a fresh member of 8 years!
As for the state within theirs...
Names
Notes for me, things I'm collecting from other apps, don't mind this:
Country Colour: That of the Strongest Envelopes. And also, it reminds me of the busy bees I think of them as.
Government: Well intentioned Meritocratic Bureaucracy. And, still, a work in progress for them. It took some time to get there, as well as some perfectly-coordinated prompting and collection of feedback, but we're here boiz. We figured it out. Hopefully. Mostly.
Leader: The Postmaster Paramount, Gaara Dubois. 37, with bright green eyes and already greying red hair. And a tattoo of the word- Ten years ago she'd been an ordinary courier, just trying to get by and do well by her town of Arolle, marked as the west-most on the map. Nine years ago she'd been on the front line of the rebellion, pike in hand, escorting the last Postmaster and his entourage into the castle of their oppressor to deliver the news. Eight, and she ran one of the first sets of messages to the Alliance, promising goodwill and aid as they'd always done, just under their own rule. Since then, she'd gone back to her home, and worked, quickly finding herself in a position to turn Arolle from the precariously-maintained town it was to a thriving city, well-in-touch with its neighboring Khuln and the Capital, as much as any city closer. There's work yet to do, but she's proud of what she's been able to accomplish there.
She's serious, devoted, and moreso than that, she is very, very anxious. Her appointment to the position was a surprise, and one she intends to accept and make good on, but the weight of the country is more than that of her city. Finally, they've gotten things... Kind of straight, and whatever happens under her is going to be their first official impression in the world.
Pressure, dudes.
Society: Are they still the Pratois? Jury’s still out on that one. It's a little difficult to describe the society as a whole, as so large was the conquest of the lands within that there isn't just one. It's a largely agrarian bunch, people who bust ass in the day and take their leisure time afterward very seriously, but any further detail varies wildly. There are many humans of different cultures within, many bearing similarities to the many neighbors of the FBP, and some all their own. Pockets of peoples all over the place. Humans, Dwarves, Polytheists of many denominations, Monotheists, it's a real mixed bunch. Most of the Dwarves live close to the mountains and Yvielle River, and around them are humans whose gods sometimes resemble theirs, when not still followers of the old King's beliefs. They're mostly bound by that attitude of kick ass then kick it, and their common language, instilled by previous rulers. As of right now, the push toward the daytime asskicking has been more pronounced, as the methods and role of higher-ups changed so significantly, and there's a fair amount of unease about it.
Also, historically, these peeps have been SO chill with the Dwarves. They've got a ton of Dwarven loan words, and do a fair amount of trade with the holds.
The old King's Goddess and the most popular pantheon I'll describe later, I don't think it's THAT important up front but it'll be there. If it matters sooner than I expect, King's religion is monotheist with the idea that the world has always BEEN and the earth goddess was the first life from the ground which brought all else into existence. It says the gods of others were the first of THEIR kind, but not holding the life-giving power She does. The river is named after her.
Main pantheon is your standard stupid big pantheon only some of the gods are similar to the dwarves and there are dwarven Chosen Heroes in the stories.
History:
In what is sometimes described as the mildest human revolution, a militia of perhaps a thousand marched up to the gate of the old Praterran capital. The gates, held open, by a line of uniformed couriers, the patches on their arms noting a presence from every province. A small section of them accompanied a man inside, by the name of Gaspard Page, and in a stillness of the King's fear, a message was delivered.
"13 June, 780
Correspondence for His Highness, in the Grace of the Goddess, King Blaireaux :
"Tonight is the last that Praterre is held in Loïc's reign. Shamed would he be of his own, should he have seen it come here. Blood of men in the streets, for following orders, for making do, for deigning to speak. Long has the house of Loïc been stagnant, content to lounge and play and see the decay of their home. Longer still has the house been negligent, before borders were secure, the edges of the country under turbulence while the capital remained safe without care. Now, there is only cruelty in its wake, and Praterre can be no more in the hands of a king content to the following:"
The list of complaints for Blaireaux was long. Suppression of speech, literal shooting of the messenger under the reasoning of 'political games' that did not exist, violent paranoia that made them look dangerous, leaving the edges of the country to the whims of whatever lords he didn't care enough to oversee, becoming of less contribution to world affairs than a land so wide ought to be. He couldn't handle the interior, he couldn't handle anyone else, and when it got bloody, enough had become enough. Simply put, he was no longer the king. It had been decided. But their decision was inspired, the spirit of old Unity-based rebellions in their considerations.
To you, in good will, despite all call to have none, we leave your ancestral home. Arable land to farm, forest to hunt from, the river to drink of and ride. The line of what is to be yours is drawn on the fresh map, which we have provided for convenience. Further, we establish the following, to the eyes of the King, the People, and the Alliance in time:
1: The King, his Men, their men, shall all be free to travel within the lands of the state, on equal good will to our own.
2: The service of courier is to be extended to The King, his Men, their men, should they choose, with no fear of compromising their right to speak, and correspond privately.
3: No Violence shall be done to the King, his Men, their men, or his lands, unprompted by violence upon Us.
This is an offer of peace, from a people left without it. It is Our hope that you will consider it. Your family's service to the country has been noted, and you have been relieved of service.
To your lands, DeLoic, for no longer are we ruled.
Cried from the People of the land, as transcribed and delivered by the Freed Bay Post."
Alliance: Yes indeedy, a fresh member of 8 years!
As for the state within theirs...
Names
Notes for me, things I'm collecting from other apps, don't mind this: