Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-5735114-20141207233642

(Just finished decorating the Christmas tree and there's an ornament hanging from my glasses.

I feel great.)

The King of the Summerset Isles sat on his throne, trying to convince himself that everything was right with the world, as he had since the day the Imperials' fleet hung over his province. He told himself that they had no reason to attack, why would they? They had made their point, and although the Isles were technically a part of the Adamantines, the King had ensured they would be no bother to the Beumatic Empire. The White-Gold Catastrophe two years ago certainly didn't help him.

Beside him, on a significantly smaller throne, sat his son. It was easy to tell they were closely related; they both had sharp, stern faces and bright green eyes, though the Prince's had something of a beady quality to them. They both had dark blone hair, though the Prince kept its length to a bare minimum while the King let it grow out a little more. The two were very different in mind, however. While the King sat in controlled hysteria every day, the Prince sat with restrained anger.

The Beumatic Empire came to his home, slaughtered his people, and started a war against an ancient Elven tradition whose power would never be understood. They started a war on his way of life, of the way of life of millions of people, just because they could. There were hardly ever days when the Prince did not curse the idiot flying the airship that crashed in Cyrodiil.

"Will we ever strike against them?" asked the Prince suddenly. This broke the silence that had hung over them for at least an hour.

"What?" asked the King, knowing exactly what his son was talking about.

"Will we ever take revenge against those who wronged us, Father?"

"And accoplish what? More destruction and death?"

"The other Adamantine provinces are warring their injustice. Why do we not?"

"Son..." said the King gently, "I want things to go back to normal as much as you do. But we just have to deal with the fact that they cannot, at the moment. The Empire is simply too powerful."

The King's age seemed to increase with every word he spoke. By the end of the sentence, he felt weary, as he had every day when arriving at the same conclusion in his mind. As atrocious as it was for the pride of the Altmer to be suspended, so it had to be. They were outmatched many years ago. Now, going against the Empire directly would be like attacking a dragon or three with nothing but a wheel of cheese and Sheogorath's blessing. Both the King and the Prince dwelt on this in their own ways.

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Name: King Arnuril

Race: Altmer

Alignment: Politically, Adamantines

Gender: Male

Class: King

Weapons: Power over the Summerset Isles, assorted healing magicks

Armour: Kingly Altmer Robes

Backstory: Arnuril was a young and headstrong leader when he inherited the throne. His rule was peaceful and fortunate for many years, but he was a harsh ruler. He opposed Talos worship, and upheld the ban as the Altmer monarchs that preceeded him. He was not particularly afraid to use Summerset's magical might to keep other provinces in check, though it was uncommon that he'd need to. All that changed when the airships decimated his province. His wife was never seen again, assumed dead, leaving him the sole ruler of the Isles. Seeing what one Imperial attack did his to people, he made a firm promise to himself to not let it happen again, even if it meant he wasn't going to fight. Since then, he'd slowly descended into a state of perpetual fear of Imperial might, and this fear transferred to nearly all of his subjects.



Name: Prince Adagio

Race: Altmer

Alignment: Adamantines

Gender: Male

Class: Prince, Fire mage

Weapons: A plethora of fiery destruction spells, hot enough to match his temper

Armour: Royal Altmer Robes

Backstory: Born to King Arnuril and Queen Cindwe long before the Imperial attack, it seemed as though Adagio would continue his family's tradition of sitting on the throne in peace, overseeing Tamriel and ensuring Talos was nowhere nearby. He looked forwards to taking the throne, but was still loyal to his parents. His father's view of the world before the attack was passed down to him, and he saw everything in terms of how useful it would be to him, and how he could use it to allow Summerset to stay on top. Even when his father abandoned this view, Adagio held onto it firmly, and is filled with a determined passion to get his homeland back to where it deserves to be.