RE: Spheres of Influence: Alliance
05-29-2019, 11:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-30-2019, 09:31 PM by Galloglasses.)
Country Name: Tiranóg
Country Colour: Red
Government: Tiranóg is a hereditary monarchy, with the Ríoch holding the powers of the Gavel and Sword, both supreme commander and supreme judge in legal matters. This tradition goes back into prehistory as far as Tiranógians are concerned, being a unification of the powers of the General and Admiral of the initial fleet that brought the Tiranógians to this island in the first place from the Great Mist after some calamity in their previous homeland of which not even the legends speak about. Tiranógian history begins at the Great Mist and no further back. Wether any of this is actually true or not is a subject of great speculation in Academia, as is where exactly the Tiranógian homeland was initially.
The result, however, is the same, the Ríoch, that is to say the Ríoch, is both High Admiral of the Red Fleet and Supreme Commander of the Crimson Guard, the military forces of the Kingdom. The Collegial Estates is the legislature of the land and is made up haphazardly of the various merchant and mercenary guilds, Noble families, Ecclesiastical and Monastic representatives and the Lord Mayors of the larger cities. The College as it is known, controls the power of the purse and may propose and vote on legislation in a Unicameral structure. The Ríoch may also propose or veto legislation that makes it to his desk and while he is in charge of the disposition of naval affairs and foreign policy, he has to petition the council for funding.
Leader: Ríoch Geród I, of House Mk Killodén. Ríoch Geród's reign should, in truth, never have happened. Born the tenth consecutive son of Ríoch Lughic VI the High Handed, Geród had absolutely no illusions about his place in life, and contented himself with traveling the world with friends, adventuring, exploring and learning as he went. While this made him a man of the world in many respects, it meant he purposefully neglected the art of statecraft he had been educated in, something which didn't particularly annoy his family as they too, didn't expect him to be involved in rulership or governmental affairs, having more than enough sons to take on the Crown should something unforeseen happen, and enough spares to use in diplomatic, military and administrative affairs. All that was expected of Geród, was to not embarrass the family or Tiranóg, and this he managed well enough.
Then came the Night of Lights, traditionally a period of festivity for the nation, celebrating cultural continuity and Naval tradition and honoring the gods of Tiranóg; Ashurian, Heran, Klorian, Feramór, and a dozen others. For this reason the Royal family was gathered in the Grand Cathedral along with almost the entirety of the Collegial Estates.
that was when both the Cathedral, the College of the Estates, and a significant chunk of the Royal Palace was obliterated in massive explosions which rocked the capital city to its core. While fires were started, they were quickly contained by the city's emergency services, and the fact most of the buildings were made out of stone also helped to mitigate the spread. But the damage was done.
Almost all the heads of the noble families were annihilated, as well as the leaders of the most prominent guilds of Tiranóg, the Lord Mayors, both elected and hereditary of the towns and cities, the Abbots and Abbesses of the monastic orders, and most of the Bishops of the Churches and Orders of Priests. In one fell swoop, the entirety of Tiranóg's economic, Diplomatic, Administrative, Social and Military leadership was decapitated. The country seemed doomed to descend into immediate anarchy and chaos if it were not for Geród's late arrival.
He had been recalled from a particularly long and extended absence from his homeland for the sake of the festival, so he had gathered his adventuring friends to join him on his journey home but had been waylaid by foul weather. He had arrived merely hours after the devastating event and the Captaincy, namely the prominent captains of both the Crimson Guard and the Red Fleet, more or less kidnapped him and shoved a crown on his head.
Now Geród, barely more than twenty years of age, the man who was never to be Ríoch, had to reign in a country in utter chaos. The alliances between the noble families were shattered with the deaths of their heads, the scheming and politicking guilds who were unruly at the best of times, now were each individually jockeying to replace their own murdered leaderships, the Church in crisis with a substantive portion of its leadership annihilated and useless in the short term for helping calm down the panicking populace, the towns and cities of the country suddenly finding themselves without a voice in the capital throughout the crises with no way of knowing whats going on. What was worse, however, was with so many people so badly effected, there was no clear adversary to blame for the event. Gerórd now had absolute power and neither the intention nor the desire to have it, and if he didn't use it soon, he'd lose it forever, and Tiranóg might just enter a dark age.
More troubling still is the Vault of Ancients, the familial treasure vault survived the attack. The regalia was removed for the emergency coronation ceremony haphazardly witnessed by the captains and Geród's adventuring friends, and administered by a low tier monk as the Ecclesiastical authority. Tradition held that the Sword of Avalon held a secret for each Ríoch, but no one but the Ríochs knew what the secret was, rumor and legend abounded but the Ríochs never commented on it and it was the farthest thing from Geród's mind when he held it. But the truth was the sword spoke a prophecy to each Ríoch who held it when they were crowned, just a few words and was silent for the remainder of its use in that Ríoch's service, it whispered six short words into Geród's consciousness for his prophecy.
"The Doom of Tiranóg Has Come."
Society:
-=Social Structure and Behaviour=-
-=Religion and Spirituality=-
-=Mystical Traditions=-
-=Mercenary character and Noblessé Oblige=-
History: Tiranóg is a very old country, so old its earliest records barely take note of its nearest neighbours that share the same island as it does, despite the Dwarves almost certainly occupying the mountains before the Tiranógians arrived on these shores. Said Dwarves don't seem to have any records of the Tiranógians at all until the first delegation met their kingdom hundreds of years ago, long after Tiranóg had coelesced into a coherent nation, the dwarves preferring their privacy to an extreme extent. Indeed some of the legends are so old, that the things they describe make it doubtful they are describing the lands Tiranóg currently resides in at all and are speculated to be speaking about the Old Country, which the first Tiranógians set sail from before getting lost in the Great Mist.
Its earliest records were founded under the reign of Ríoch Donncadh the Old, Geród's distant ancestor, and detailing the kingship going back a further ten generations, of which only three are considered verifiable. Much of Tiranóg's history consisted of fending off piratical raids from across the seas from other nascent nations and wars with its neighbors before the coming of the Insectoid menace. After which the formation of the Alliance and Tiranóg's accession to the group negated the need to maintain the kingdom's massive navy. To prevent the dissolution of the navy and the radical change in Tiranóg's society, Ríoch Lurich the Hand of Llewyin founded the agreements necessary to position Tiranóg as the Shield of the Alliance's waters, thereby continuing the nation's necessity, while keeping the navy sharp from regular battles at sea to defend the Alliance's trade interests resulting in the enviable position Tiranóg occupies today after 90 years of unprecedented peace.
Wether that remains the case in the future remains to be seen.
Alliance:
Country Colour: Red
Government: Tiranóg is a hereditary monarchy, with the Ríoch holding the powers of the Gavel and Sword, both supreme commander and supreme judge in legal matters. This tradition goes back into prehistory as far as Tiranógians are concerned, being a unification of the powers of the General and Admiral of the initial fleet that brought the Tiranógians to this island in the first place from the Great Mist after some calamity in their previous homeland of which not even the legends speak about. Tiranógian history begins at the Great Mist and no further back. Wether any of this is actually true or not is a subject of great speculation in Academia, as is where exactly the Tiranógian homeland was initially.
The result, however, is the same, the Ríoch, that is to say the Ríoch, is both High Admiral of the Red Fleet and Supreme Commander of the Crimson Guard, the military forces of the Kingdom. The Collegial Estates is the legislature of the land and is made up haphazardly of the various merchant and mercenary guilds, Noble families, Ecclesiastical and Monastic representatives and the Lord Mayors of the larger cities. The College as it is known, controls the power of the purse and may propose and vote on legislation in a Unicameral structure. The Ríoch may also propose or veto legislation that makes it to his desk and while he is in charge of the disposition of naval affairs and foreign policy, he has to petition the council for funding.
Leader: Ríoch Geród I, of House Mk Killodén. Ríoch Geród's reign should, in truth, never have happened. Born the tenth consecutive son of Ríoch Lughic VI the High Handed, Geród had absolutely no illusions about his place in life, and contented himself with traveling the world with friends, adventuring, exploring and learning as he went. While this made him a man of the world in many respects, it meant he purposefully neglected the art of statecraft he had been educated in, something which didn't particularly annoy his family as they too, didn't expect him to be involved in rulership or governmental affairs, having more than enough sons to take on the Crown should something unforeseen happen, and enough spares to use in diplomatic, military and administrative affairs. All that was expected of Geród, was to not embarrass the family or Tiranóg, and this he managed well enough.
Then came the Night of Lights, traditionally a period of festivity for the nation, celebrating cultural continuity and Naval tradition and honoring the gods of Tiranóg; Ashurian, Heran, Klorian, Feramór, and a dozen others. For this reason the Royal family was gathered in the Grand Cathedral along with almost the entirety of the Collegial Estates.
that was when both the Cathedral, the College of the Estates, and a significant chunk of the Royal Palace was obliterated in massive explosions which rocked the capital city to its core. While fires were started, they were quickly contained by the city's emergency services, and the fact most of the buildings were made out of stone also helped to mitigate the spread. But the damage was done.
Almost all the heads of the noble families were annihilated, as well as the leaders of the most prominent guilds of Tiranóg, the Lord Mayors, both elected and hereditary of the towns and cities, the Abbots and Abbesses of the monastic orders, and most of the Bishops of the Churches and Orders of Priests. In one fell swoop, the entirety of Tiranóg's economic, Diplomatic, Administrative, Social and Military leadership was decapitated. The country seemed doomed to descend into immediate anarchy and chaos if it were not for Geród's late arrival.
He had been recalled from a particularly long and extended absence from his homeland for the sake of the festival, so he had gathered his adventuring friends to join him on his journey home but had been waylaid by foul weather. He had arrived merely hours after the devastating event and the Captaincy, namely the prominent captains of both the Crimson Guard and the Red Fleet, more or less kidnapped him and shoved a crown on his head.
Now Geród, barely more than twenty years of age, the man who was never to be Ríoch, had to reign in a country in utter chaos. The alliances between the noble families were shattered with the deaths of their heads, the scheming and politicking guilds who were unruly at the best of times, now were each individually jockeying to replace their own murdered leaderships, the Church in crisis with a substantive portion of its leadership annihilated and useless in the short term for helping calm down the panicking populace, the towns and cities of the country suddenly finding themselves without a voice in the capital throughout the crises with no way of knowing whats going on. What was worse, however, was with so many people so badly effected, there was no clear adversary to blame for the event. Gerórd now had absolute power and neither the intention nor the desire to have it, and if he didn't use it soon, he'd lose it forever, and Tiranóg might just enter a dark age.
More troubling still is the Vault of Ancients, the familial treasure vault survived the attack. The regalia was removed for the emergency coronation ceremony haphazardly witnessed by the captains and Geród's adventuring friends, and administered by a low tier monk as the Ecclesiastical authority. Tradition held that the Sword of Avalon held a secret for each Ríoch, but no one but the Ríochs knew what the secret was, rumor and legend abounded but the Ríochs never commented on it and it was the farthest thing from Geród's mind when he held it. But the truth was the sword spoke a prophecy to each Ríoch who held it when they were crowned, just a few words and was silent for the remainder of its use in that Ríoch's service, it whispered six short words into Geród's consciousness for his prophecy.
"The Doom of Tiranóg Has Come."
Society:
-=Social Structure and Behaviour=-
-=Religion and Spirituality=-
-=Mystical Traditions=-
-=Mercenary character and Noblessé Oblige=-
History: Tiranóg is a very old country, so old its earliest records barely take note of its nearest neighbours that share the same island as it does, despite the Dwarves almost certainly occupying the mountains before the Tiranógians arrived on these shores. Said Dwarves don't seem to have any records of the Tiranógians at all until the first delegation met their kingdom hundreds of years ago, long after Tiranóg had coelesced into a coherent nation, the dwarves preferring their privacy to an extreme extent. Indeed some of the legends are so old, that the things they describe make it doubtful they are describing the lands Tiranóg currently resides in at all and are speculated to be speaking about the Old Country, which the first Tiranógians set sail from before getting lost in the Great Mist.
Its earliest records were founded under the reign of Ríoch Donncadh the Old, Geród's distant ancestor, and detailing the kingship going back a further ten generations, of which only three are considered verifiable. Much of Tiranóg's history consisted of fending off piratical raids from across the seas from other nascent nations and wars with its neighbors before the coming of the Insectoid menace. After which the formation of the Alliance and Tiranóg's accession to the group negated the need to maintain the kingdom's massive navy. To prevent the dissolution of the navy and the radical change in Tiranóg's society, Ríoch Lurich the Hand of Llewyin founded the agreements necessary to position Tiranóg as the Shield of the Alliance's waters, thereby continuing the nation's necessity, while keeping the navy sharp from regular battles at sea to defend the Alliance's trade interests resulting in the enviable position Tiranóg occupies today after 90 years of unprecedented peace.
Wether that remains the case in the future remains to be seen.
Alliance: