kings and nobility

“They were clearly devoted to each other, even though, at times Felix’s behavior must have sorely tried Irina’s patience. He never abandoned his taste for handsome men, and Irina’s acceptance of her husband’s sexuality surprised many of their friends. But She knew that in his own way Felix loved her and that she could provide him with the understanding, loyalty, and friendship he would never find elsewhere. Throughout the turbulent years of their exile, they managed to maintain their optimism, humor and mutual respect for each other’s needs.” Greg King, The Man Who Killed Rasputin 


Epic Moments in Villain History (Maleficent’s Curse): 

Maleficent: Well, quite the glittering assemblage, King Stefan: royalty, nobility, the gentry, and…ehehehe, how quaint: even the rabble. I really felt quite distressed at not received an invitation.

Merryweather: You weren’t wanted!

Maleficent: NOT WHA…hehehe…Oh dear, what an awkward situation.  I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight.  Well, in that event, I’d best be on my way…

The Queen: And you’re not offended, your excellency?

Maleficent: Why no, your majesty.  And to show I bear no ill-will, I too shall bestow a gift on the child. Listen well, all of you! The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty; beloved by all who know her.  But, before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday: she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die!

The Queen: Oh no!

King Stefan: Seize that creature!

Maleficent: Stand back, you fools!

-”Sleeping Beauty”

1.1 Ragnwald claims himself King

King Harold was defeated and slain in year 1066 and most vikings had already returned back to the North. Ragnwald’s mother was a distant cousin to the former King and so he had nobility in his blood. His family had left the British Isles too to go back to danish land.

But Denmark just wasn’t right for Ragnwald who longed for the British islands he grew up on. One night he overheard two men at the Longhouse, speaking of free land for anyone to claim on the British soil. A chance Ragnwald couldn’t pass on.

He had sent his most trusted friend, Cenwulf, to an Isle of no man and asked him to pursue all the men he met on his way there to join the construction and which some day might be his Kingdom. Not an easy task one might guess. 

Ragnwald: “I see the great hall is coming along after all! Well done, Cenwulf.“ He pleaded his ‘Royal Chancellor’ as he saw how the few men worked hard through the starry night. All he could promise them was the last of his gold and cattle.

“I take that your ship arrived early, Lord King?” Cenwulf The Royal Chancellor asked his old friend and new king, Ragnwald. The titles might not have a lot of power to them yet, but if things worked out for them someday it would be completely new lives.

“Indeed. We arrived at first light this morning so I have been eager to see how far the construction has come. How many men do we have as of now?” The so called and self-proclaimed ‘King’ asked his loyal friend.

“Not enough, I’m afraid. I have been able to pursue The Hornfields and Knüt and his son, but with this amount of men it will take years at least to finish the construction.” He said with a steady voice that could easily belong to that of an old man.

He watched how the Head Carpenter managed the workers as he once again had to make Knüt tighten the wooden lumber back onto the top of the roof. Storm was coming.

“Years? If years someone else will come and claim this Island! We must find more men, Cenwulf. Tell me is there any villages nearby?” Ragnwald wondered.

“I know of a small village with a few huts nearby. But the villagers already have a lord, Ragnwald. What can we tell them to convince them to settle down at this part of the Isle?” He asked his King. The villagers and farmers worked for their Lord and was not so easily leaving their homes to work for a stranger with nothing but lumber and promises.

“I’ll see to that. Can you take me there, Cenwulf? We have no time to waste.” He answered and left the construction-side. 

A Tale of Blood and Ire: Chapter 1 | Yuuki

A voice interrupted her from her musings. “Yuki! Just in time! Though, if you’d been late, you would have still been on time, because a princess is never late.” Yuki turned to see her adopted father, who winked at her cheerfully. She gave him the customary slight curtsey to the king to appease the nobility and then immediately asked, “How long until he arrives?” “In a matter of minutes, I’d imagine.”

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character roles

Character roles are, simply, the role your character has in the world of Thedas. Some of these roles are well known, such as the Hero of Ferelden, the Champion of Kirkwall or the Inquisitor. Some are less known, such as positions of power within the Grey Wardens or other organizations. Some roles may coincide directly with some of our subplots, such as the vessels from the god subplot found here.   Please be aware that the Warden/Hawke/Inquisitor must adhere to the world slate choices of our site canon.

Whatever role your character inhabits, make sure you reserve it! We will not hold competitions for roles as they will be first come first serve. Also be aware of any restrictions that may apply to your role. 

Underneath the cut, we’ve got a list of most of the roles that can be claimed in First Comes the Blessing. We may have missed a couple or left some out due to lacking canon information, so please bear with us. 

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Vimes had never got on with any game much more complex than darts. Chess in particular had always annoyed him. It was the dumb way the pawns went off and slaughtered their fellow pawns while the kings lounged about doing nothing that always got to him; if only the pawns united, maybe talked the rooks around, the whole board could’ve been a republic in a dozen moves.

- Terry Pratched, Thud (2005)

this, about re-enchanting the world and the darkness of original fairytales, got me thinking, I’ve been playing through the Witcher DLC the other day and it really is one of the best games-as-narratives I’ve ever seen

like the gameplay itself isn’t that deep tbh. dialogue choices and a third-person melee system that’s pretty sparse by prevailing Dynasties May Creed standards

but there’s so much atmosphere, and so much of it feels like these Polish devs just getting the ground-level fedualism right

and part of it is that there’s this interesting high/low distinction where the common village people live lives full of curses and magic and wondrous beasts

on top of which are layered these grand sweeping epics of military conquest that are just incredibly mundane, when you get down to it it’s a bunch of unremarkable people doing tedious logistics as a way to manipulate resource flows in a way that doesn’t at all affect lived meaning

like great kings and nobility might tangentially encounter magic as a macguffin on the way to resolving an incredibly petty dispute with significant bloodshed; to the extent it touches on their lives it’s often to the extent that they aren’t any different from the rabble

like there are flying humanoid monsters and the possibility of using them in war is lampshaded specifically to be mocked, battles are fought with armies full of village bullies slapped into cheap armor

(and there is an absurd amount of attention paid to material logistics as an aesthetic element, if an army is in the field there will be beachheads and depots not as a particular mission setting but just because it makes sense; every settlement, in environment designs that have no attached mechanics, serves a discernable economic purpose; there are pollarded trees)

but a nobleman’s unhappy marriage or thwarted youthful romance will manifest as like, actual monsters, presented with a backstory so psychologically real it’s not til halfway through the questline you realize you’re playing a riff on a famous fairytaile

drives home the point that a lot of folk tales were #relatable by virtue of being about human suffering