Festive
"Cogito Ergo Sum"
- Posting Speed
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
Character Sheets
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Name:
Immanuel De Acutis
Age:
46
Role Within Company:
Besides his work in the field, Immanuel is, and has been, a logistician. Every company needs one, he assists in the planning of shipments of materials to wherever the company is, or needs them. Immanuel's work also extends to the inventory of the company, making sure they have everything they need and not anything less. Religion runs deep in the mind of Immanuel, often leading prayer for those of his faith, and providing a space for those even not of his own religion.
Lance:
Immanuel commands an aged group of reiters, cavalrymen who rely on both the gun and the sword. Each soldier of his picked up during his travels with his former company, following him out when he made his departure. This group of men had been with him for the long haul, loyal to a fault, and trained to near perfections
of their craft with Immanuel at their head. Disciplined and reliable, those
are the lance of Immanuel.
Five Words:
Zealous - Stubborn - Organized - Closed-off - Calculated
Reason For Joining:
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Men Change, War Doesn't
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Immanuel has spilled blood upon Stolen Land's soil long before he saddled up with the Crow Company. For most of his life, he had been a soldier, fighting with his sterling white horse and a group of friends, who all left their home to form their own rag-tag mercenary company. This impulsive idea from a group of, at that time, less than steller teenagers stood the test of time. Their group grew even larger with the passing of time, each of the original friends picking up their own lances as they traveled and slayed on the Stolen Lands. However, as their company changed, his friends changed with it. Greed festered the men at the head of the company, as it always does. The men he once called his brothers, the people he who he risked his life for on the field, practically his family, were at each other's throats almost every day of over measly coin in a large pot of gold, and he would stand for it no longer. To watch his brothers-in-arms ruin the company they worked so hard to build, to even start, was something he couldn't bear to watch, to see the ideals and principles they started upon be so violently destroyed and stepped on made his blood boil. And one day, he dropped out, Immanuel collected the few items he had onto his horse and gave his men the choice to either stay, or leave with him.
Most of the men left.
Immanuel and his men spent some time on the road, picking up odd jobs for those who would pay before eventually shacking up with the Crow company. Something new, and from what he had seen, unmarred by the plague of corruption.
Skills:
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Entwined in Nature
- The beauty of nature has been a part of Immanuel's life since but a little lad. He knows his way around a brushy, since young collecting herbs and other plants for his family's supplies. Trained by his late father, Immanuel can differentiate between nature's often similar harmful and harmless, and has a keen eye for picking up tracks and spotting animals or even people in the foliage. Despite being on a horse for most of his life as a soldier, the woods will forever be his home.
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Always Mind The Sword
- Unlike the rest of the soldiers in his lance, firearms never came quite as easy to Immanuel. Finicky little cannons that could blow your hand off if you armed in the wrong way, despite this Immanuel still keeps one at his side, lightly used but in a pinch it'll be his last resort. Like many others, the sword is his weapon. Swordsmanship was the art of strength and precision; an art Immanuel has come a long way with since his rowdy days as a youngin. Even on the back of his horse, he still swings with the grace and power he possessed in his prime more than twenty years ago.
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A Travaler's Sense
- For the longest time it has been Immanuel and his men traveling the wartorn land of the Stolen Lands. Even now, his mind is as sharp as ever, still retaining the knowledge of trails trekked long ago and paths to locations known. He has had his fair few runs around the Stolen Lands before his time in the Crow Company, for Immanuel it's a sense that has stuck with him forever.
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A Son's Devotion
- From the battle field to the desk Immanuel is a true workaholic, when focused on a task he is immovable; steadfast in completing the job. It's type a devotion to the task instilled since birth, no task is ever too big, the only thing that can stop Immanuel is a wound, and most times he still keeps going.
Character Connections:
[TBD]
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City State
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City Name:
The Sermonte Archdiocese of the Children of the Nandse
Region Number:
Region 8
Current Leader(s):
Archbishop Domenico Sepe
Vicar General Secretary of State Guglielmo Marchitto
Major Factions:
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The Children of Nandse
- In the years post-Alfir retreat, a young farmer was born within the outskirts of the city of Sermonte under the glow of the heavenly light of the sun, this was Nandse. In the early year of Nandse's life, plague the is the trees had yet to fully rear its nasty little head upon the city-state. In his later years, Nandse was the primary lead in the fight against the encroaching trees, as the roots ruined the land of his family's namesake, he took a stand. He assembled a collective of his fellow farmers, banding together to halt their advance. Nandse was a farmer turned fighter, he fought by the axe and by the sword. While during the day his team fought the growing advance, during the night they slayed the creatures that emerged from the trees. He was glorified, finally forever honored and worshiped by his followers and their descendants after his death at the hands of the Klamath Truth. This is the basis of the religion the church runs upon, and the church holds control and complete political power within the city-state.
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The College of Vicars
- The college of Vicar stands as the singular body for all vicars within the city-state, each representing their specific corner of the city, in the conclave for the exaltation of one from their own rank to the title of Archbishop. The College is headed by the General Vicar, who in recent history, has been seen by the rest of the vicars to take a backseat in the turmoil of Archbishop Domenico's health. The current state of the College lies in shambles, Vicar pinned against Vicar in a vie for votes when the untimely death of the Archbishop arrives. When not in shambles, and in a non-election session such as the present, the College stands as an advisory for the Archbishop, aiding in the deliberation of certain decisions.
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Guglielmo's Sycophants
- It has been no secret within the ranks of the Archdiocese that Archbishop Domenico's health has been sliding down a steady decline. As the state of his health worsens the vie for power within the church's ranks grows ever more tense with the passing of each day. Vicar General Guglielmo is not as ignorant to this fact as he may appear. While the College of Vicars excludes him from their bickering cat fight over who will be the next Archbishop due to their pluralistic ignorance of him, Guglielmo grows ever more powerful in the shadows. He has been aligning those from all different positions within the church to his side, while secretly manipulating the actions of Archbishop Domenico to further strength his claim for the title. The people who support Guglielmo follow him with a blind reverence, disregarding all ill-action he may take as they work to further his plan.
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Klamath Truth
- An underground church in the city-state of Sermonte. The followers reject the worship of what they call the grand heretic Nandse. They embrace the woods, the way of the forest, and they ingrate with the beings within. Not much of their existence is well known to the general populace of Sermonte, the information regarding them is locked tight within the walls of the archive, available only to those who achieve the rank of Vicar or with special permission. The Truthers work in the shadows, disrupting the flow of the church's operations and corrupting the citizens of the city-state.
Form of Rule:
Theocracy
Geography:
The Archdiocese lies upon the flowing plains just beyond the dense Klamath Forest. The land upon which this holy city stands has rich fertile soil, it is land ripe resources both above ground and beneath. As the citizens look to the north of their home the Montere Lake sits as the splitting factor between the flowing plains and the rolling forested hills that lay yonder across the lake, leaving their inhabited land one of the few in the areas absent of the infectious growth that seemed to be the trees.
Key Trade/Industry:
The industry of the Archdiocese comes directly uprooted from the land they lay claim, they rely heavily on the city's logging industry as it primary export. Due the high fertility of the soil beneath their feet, excess crop is also another export the city survives on, it has been a murmur through out the Stolen Lands that crop from the Archdiocese provide more healthy benefits and last longer than those from others.
Interesting Facts:
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The Klamath Trees
- No one in The Archdiocese truly knows what the tree is, researchers from across the Stolen Lands have traveled to the land of Sermonte to examine the specimen in person. The tree seems to hold no relation to any other seen in the land, besides taking a similar form to that on an oak. In the odes passed down through the archive of the Archdiocese, and as is stated by the faith itself, the tree is a pre Alfir retreat piece of magic left unattended by it's master to grow out of hand. From outward appearence the tree stands no differently from any other, but underneath the soil is where the magic rears it's head. The roots seem to streach on for miles, each tree connected to the other in one huge hivemind leading back to one central tree, which has yet to be located. The roots of this parasite work to suck every bit of nutrients out of the soil, ruining it forever. These trees are fast growing, but seem to only be able to grow in the soil in and surrounding Sermonte.
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The Sermonte Soil
- In a similar vein to the trees, the soil of Sermonte stands as a mystery as well. The soil never seems to dry out, chock-full of nutrients that never seem to run out. The church archivists theorize the soil is a magical concoction akin to that of the trees, thus why they cant survive without the soil. Crops grown in this soil provide additional benefits and are often bigger in yield size than those grown out of it.
Relationship With Other City States:
[TBD]
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