[LINK] to IC Thread [malk]GM: @Malkuthe Highwind[/malk] [malk]CO-GM: @Faulkner[/malk] Discord’s dominion is the heart that knows no restraint A fist came crashing down on the hard wooden table, hewn from timbers unknown to those who lived south of the Edge of the World, a realm explorable only by the hardiest of men, by its centuries-old order of guardians: the Swordsingers. There was a palpable air of hostility and frustration between the two men. The larger and older of the two was evidently angered by what he’d just learned. The man’s heavy steel gauntlet left a visible dent on the dense, otherwise durable wood. “Where are my Dansers, Marksmen and Singers?” he asked. “My Maestros?” He leaned over the table. “My Instruments?” He growled angrily. “Where in all the known realms are the Swordsingers?” he demanded, settling both his fists on the table in a manner far less aggressive than he had prior. “Pray, tell, how many men and women did you see as you ascended the steps to my Eyrie?” The Choirmaster’s gaze burned through his helm’s visor — he hated the damnable thing, but for formality’s sake he had to wear it while convening with the other, smaller, mousier man in front of him. The Lord Courier was unable to maintain eye-contact, flinching, instead, when the Choirmaster leaned closer. From the courtyard of the Citadel a decent ways below them, the soft, pleasant sound of song and steel clashing against steel rose up to the Eyrie in the dead silence that followed. The Lord Courier fidgeted where he stood, unsure how to answer the query. He fiddled with the collar of his blue silken tunic with golden trim. He was only meant to be the messenger. He had no authority, nor did he have training to answer such things. “There could not have been more than one or two hundred, my Lord Choirmaster, but I do not see what this has to do with the Crownsong’s comm—” The Choirmaster cut the Lord Courier off with a sharp glare. “One or two hundred, my Lord Courier, one or two hundred! Are you aware of our strength in numbers in years long gone, during my youth as a Mockingbird?” The Lord Courier shrank away from the glare, and shook his head in response to the question. “There were thousands” he hissed, contempt evident in the menace that crept into his voice. “Do you hear the clash of sword and song from the courtyard, Lord Courier?” queried the Choirmaster as he walked over to one of the windows in the Eyrie, flinging it open to allow the full volume of the glorious, Harmonious noise rise to the lofty room. “Yes, my Lord Choirmaster, but the Crownsong insists tha—” “It’s pleasant, soft, and mellow, yes?” pressed the Choirmaster, interrupting the Lord Courier once more. He would hear talk of the Crownsong when he wished to heart of it. At the moment, he had no desire whatsoever to hear of the rumoured-to-be-Discordant king. The gods damn him and his enemies. “Yes, Milord, but please, listen to what the Crownso—” “You will be silent” stated the Choirmaster simply, bristling rage barely contained by a facade of necessary professionalism. “You are in my Citadel and it would do you good to not evoke my wrath. I am halfway tempted to hurl you through this window for your incessant talk of that greedy, hot-headed bastard.” The Lord Courier made a disdainful face and opened his mouth to protest the treasonous address of his king, but the Choirmaster needed only to throw open the window a little further to silence him. “Good. In the days of yore, the sound from the courtyard was uproarious. Come Zenithstime, these coloured glass windows would shake from the force of the battles there. Now nothing can be heard compared to the clangor that once was.” The Choirmaster paced back to behind his desk and regarded the Lord Courier with a level gaze. “Where do my Swordsingers go after they leave these halls of learning these days? In the Old World, when humanity still valued Harmony, they would go to serve the noble Houses, become sworn Voices for the Crownsong’s Orchesgard!” The older man scoffed before clasping his hands behind his back and continuing. “Gods, if you were lucky, you could become a gallant knight, saving princesses from villainous Flamesingers.” The Choirmaster cast his gaze out the window, a morose and sad tune creeping into his voice. “Alas. These days they become godsdamnable sellswords. Merchant guards. Mercenaries! It’s shameful, what this once-glorious order has become under my rule. Unfortunately, in a world not interested in upholding the virtues of Harmony, it is what we must do to keep our order alive.” He walked to the window in the opposite side of his study in the Eyrie, flinging it open with little regard for the coloured glass that formed its panes or its intricate designs. If they had been able to take the raucous uproar from the courtyard when it had once been filled with children learning the Art, they would be able to take slamming into the wall of the Eyrie. Staring out into the blue of the High Hour just after the morning Zenithstime, he asked the Lord Courier, almost in a dismissive manner, “What does the Crownsong want?” The smaller wiry man walked up to his desk and set upon it a scroll sealed with the blue wax jay of house Skynne, the ruling family. “He wants you to rally the Swordsingers. The Wolfsong of Renala has declared war upon us.” The man waited for a response. It did not come. After a couple of minutes of waiting, he walked out of the study, back stiff in anger. The man was unused to being commanded when to speak. The Choirmaster shook his head, massaging his temples. “Damn you Skynne. The gods damn you seven times to the Silence” he growled under his breath. OOC Info, #ADD8E6 For a moment, I considered making a condensed OOC for Reign of Discord. However, condensing all the information necessary to understand this world of my creation will not do it justice. There is a daunting amount of information, however, it is all that is necessary. The only one that is remotely optional to read is “The Known Histories.” Apart from that, creating a character necessitates the others. This is not by design, however, it helps, as it will filter out those that I am afraid will be unable to fulfill the vision that I have for this RP. All you need to know about the Swordsingers Reign of Discord The Swordsingers The Song The Known Histories Dovry, Renala, and the Citadel Character Sheet, #ADD8E6 NOTE 1: As much as possible, make sure your submitted characters are Swordsingers. However, note that Knight Swordsingers require a partner, so find someone OOC to play as your partner if you’d like. You could always remain a Mockingbird or a Nightingale, in any case, if you can’t find one. NOTE 2: For the love of all that is good and holy, no Japanese sounding names, please! Think of the naming conventions as middle-ages English. Names with the /ai/ sound are preferred in this land. Names that begin with an A are also quite popular. Name: Age: Nationality: Gender: Appearance: Short Background: Personality: Rank: Skylark, Mockingjay, Initiate, Nightingale, Swordsinger Band: Danser, Singer, Marksman, Maestro, or Instrument Equipment/Magical Abilities: Rules and Standards, #ADD8E6 1. Proper Grammar and Spelling are a Must! A few spelling mistakes here and there are totally forgivable, but if you give me a post that looks like it was raked over by a hen, we will have a problem. Most word processing software comes bundled with spell-checkers these days, and it doesn’t take too long to make use of the feature, so use it. 2. Quality and Substance, Please! There is a certain length that I like to see in posts to my RP. A good rule of thumb is that on average, you should be posting three to four well-formed paragraphs. Less is acceptable, but only when it is necessary. One of my idiosyncrasies as a GM is that I love to read. If you want a good reference for post-lengths that I like, read the posts in my RP Dwindling Glory - Lament of the Fallen. 3. Invest Time and Effort into Writing your Best. The worlds I create take a lot of time and effort. I pour my heart and soul into every world that I bring to life. While I don’t expect the same amount of dedication from my players, I do expect some of it. Don’t join if you know that you will have a tight schedule that will keep you from making anything but rushed posts. However, I know that real life happens. Please. If possible, INFORM ME. 4. Communicate! One of the most vital things you can do to help contribute to an RP is to communicate with your fellow RP’ers in-and-out of character. This game will involve a lot of necessary cooperation and conflict between players. The best way to resolve combat scenes is to talk about them beforehand OOC. So please. Communicate! 5. The Usual. No god-modding, no meta-gaming, no Mary Sues or Gary Stus, no power-playing, et cetera. None of those things that are universally distasteful in RP. 6. Follow Iwaku content guidelines! Last, but gods know definitely not the least, this RP is being hosted and played on Iwaku and as such needs to follow the content guidelines. No mature content in the main thread, please! And no minor-adult mature content even outside the main thread. Also make sure you follow the terms of service of the site. Remember, your GM is a Staff Member, I will enforce Iwaku policy here. Preliminary Information, #ADD8E6 Where to Begin the RP: The Swordsingers are an order caught between a rock and a hard place, trapped between their sworn duty to protect Harmony, and their need for funding in order to survive. The Crownsong of Dovry has demanded that the Swordsingers accompany his troops into the field of battle against the neighbouring, hostile kingdom of Renala. The Choirmaster has refused, and as a result, the Crownsong has sentenced the entire order to death for the crime of treason. You were a part of a delegation that had been sent to the city a month or two prior to this sentence. The delegation was sent for various reasons: research, diplomacy, fundraising and mercenarial duties, among others. Fortunately, a noble order such as the Swordsingers has many supporters, even amongst the nobility and the palace livery. Thanks to informants in the Crownsong’s court, you and a few of your companions from the delegation managed to escape the city just in the nick of time. You witness some of your brothers and sisters being captured by the Crown. In fact the vast majority of them are. The few of you that have managed to escape the city are not safe. You don’t know how, but some hellish beast managed to track down many of you. The handful that have managed to return to the Citadel have a harrowing tale to tell. You are one of those that have made it back. ADDENDUM: There were some people that were quite important to you that accompanied your small delegation. In the chaos you lost them, and, as you have slowly come to realize after days of waiting for them to show up at the Citadel, they have been captured and possibly executed. Ohnoes. This is an important part of the opening scenes of the RP, and is pivotal in establishing the tone for the early plot. You have to include this in your introduction posts! The Goal: Currently, you are relatively safe in the Citadel, however, things are far from peaceful in the age-old fortress of your order. Battle preparations are being made, and the three walls are being fortified for a protracted siege. The goal, for now, is to help in preparations, make sure the Citadel can withstand the assuredly approaching Dovryn army, and make sure that the place is stocked up with enough supplies to last a while. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! ADDENDUM: Knights Swordsinger may require a partner to be raised to the Adryn, however, it is entirely possible that your Swordsinger is a bit older, and has already lost their partner. Do keep in mind that they will be a bit unstable if you do. Losing a partner is a very traumatic experience.