The Kingdom of Rondón
Committed
Seeking fearless soldiers, merchants, and frontiersmen
Roleplay posts: 96
Age: 400 - 450 years old
Physical Description: Gist: Having just recently conquered their neighboring kingdom of Zephyr, Rondón is going through a golden age, and its Queen is commissioning sea captains as privateers to explore and colonize nearby islands to bring underneath Rondón's green banner.
Capital City: Vinicio, formerly Rondón
Other Major Cities: Selanca, DeRuiz, Baloncia, Brais, Port Calar, Sincaro
Primary Language: Rondi (Fantasy Spanish)
Clothes and Equipment: Ruler: Queen Xiomara Vinicio
Heir: Prince Rafael, Princess Arenna
Primary Export: Gold, stone, wine, horses, lumber, iron, olives, luxury goods
Registered: Apr 5, 2017 19:08:47 GMT -8
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Post by The Kingdom of Rondón on Jul 8, 2019 15:37:01 GMT -8
Once the capital of Zephyr, it has been conquered unquestionably by the Rondí, under the double-attack of Crown Prince Rafael and Duc Nicolas Soult of Rondón. There was much damage done to the city, and many deaths, but months after the attack -- and after Queen Xiomara, Prince Rafael, and Princess Arenna were officially crowned within the city -- it is now being rebuilt and remodeled, with more effective acqueducts and a more Rondí touch to the building scape. The people there are full of tension, as both Zephyy and Rondí occupy the city. Crime is not rampant, for it is dealt with swift Rondí justice, and the war has not been kind to the Zephyy. However, it is expected that once the initial first few years of Rondón occupation come to pass, the people will fall into this new rhythm. Locations Thus Far:Broken Swan Tavern, average quality
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jul 8, 2019 16:05:02 GMT -8
Prince Rafael had sent a message to Duke Nicolas Soult when he had heard the Duc was coming to Vinicio to finalize plans and paperwork for the duc's new capital, Brais. Rafael had never been to the once-small village, and during the war, the young man had commanded forces to the East. He'd only ever gotten as far as Vinicio, and had had no desire to travel the rest of Zephyr after. One day, of course, he would have to. One day, he would be King of Rondòn, and would be expected to not only step out from his mother's shadow, but to cast an even larger one by fanning the flames of Rondòn's victory higher and higher. It was he who had suggested to his mother that they push for Rondí ships to sail further. Now that they had so many, and that so many of the merchants were more than willing to call themselves Rondí if it meant coin and papers that legitimized their right to piracy, why not expand? It kept his mother's mind off of him... And off of Arenna. If she had been seriously hurt, their pendants would have said something. No, instead she was off sewing wild oats and Rafael had to remind himself not to be angry with her. Less than a year ago, he'd been the same. But war had changed him. He'd only ever known Duc Soult in passing, hardly had he said more than niceties to the man at the victory feast, but Rafael felt as if the man would have better advice for him than those that were too close to him... Or too much his senior. In the city of Vinicio, Prince Rafael had worn the clothes of his captain and put his signet ring on a chain hidden around his neck. He waited in the Broken Swan tavern, not exactly a dive but not the grandest in Vinicio either. He'd taken the liberty of ordering two ales, since he was sick of drinking Rondí wine, and hoped that the Duc would appear as... Casually... As the prince. On this night, the young man didn't want any trouble.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 9, 2019 5:09:14 GMT -8
The Duke had a relatively uneventful trip to Vinício, courtesy of a small retinue of Knights and the relatively uninhabited lands that spanned much of the distance. He had brought some surveyors with him to evaluate the different paths to the capital from Brais, a speedy and efficient roadway being in the works on his end.
The Crown Prince's letter had specified a meeting location, a rather non-descript tavern from what he had been told. Nicolas dressed appropriately, the quality of his clothes suggesting his wealth, but not their appearance. The only direct symbol was the sword that rarely left his hip. He spotted the Crown Prince as soon as he walked in and strode over, taking a seat next to him. A single orc, dressed in the typical orcish manner came in almost directly after, taking a seat where he could keep an eye on the Duke.
"Interesting place for a meeting." The Duke commented as he sat down. "Not at all what I would have expected, but I trust there is some reason for this?"
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jul 9, 2019 6:16:48 GMT -8
"I'd rather not be recognized and bombarded with questions," the young, serious-faced man said to the older. He'd noticed the orc -- everyone had noticed the orc -- and Rafael passed one of the ales over to Nicolas.
"Thank you for meeting me," he said by route. "How are things going in your territory?"
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 9, 2019 6:42:42 GMT -8
The Duke cared little if they focused on the orc, it meant less eyes were drawn to the pair of them. He trusted the orc with his life, a sentiment that had born true on numerous occasions.
"That's understandable." Nicolas nodded sympathetically, "Things are going well. Brais is nearly completely rebuilt, and the expansions are well underway. Few malcontents still linger in the forests and mountains, but they are a nuisance at best. Dreigh has been completely leveled. After what happened, I thought it best to start fresh. Not sure what to do with the few survivors from there, they have a rather radical mindset."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jul 9, 2019 9:48:49 GMT -8
Execute them, was Rafael's knee jerk reaction as a swell of hot anger filled his belly. He hadn't been at Dreigh, but he'd heard of it, just as every person in all of Rondon -- Zephyr side or no -- had heard of what had happened at Dreigh. Some, mostly the Zephyy, called it propoganda. Others tried to deny that such radicals existed. Almost all of the Rondi let it fuel their righteous assault on Zephyr.
But Rafael was not a soldier, nor was he a commoner, or a merchant. He was a prince, the crown prince, and he'd soon by the king... of Dreigh, of Nicolas' duchy, of Rondon. He couldn't afford to execute men and women because of his own emotions.
"Sentence them to labor. My mother has done the same in Port Calar and LaReino," Rafael offered, and drank some ale to quench the fire inside. "We have new villages popping up everywhere it seems. In the south, most would rather start from scratch than rebuild, especially in Beorn. Excuse me, Bonce." Rafael stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Another of his mother's ideas was to rename everything, as if that would erase the history.
Perhaps she was right, however. If one always had to refer to the bloody history of a town as before, it might help the locals to divorce their thoughts from their Zephyy heritage and embrace their new Rondi way of life.
Rafael was running out of small talk. After all, that's not why he'd asked for the Duke. "How can you sleep at night after what you saw in Dreigh?" Rafael blurted out, a glimpse into how young Rafael was, even if the War seemed to have aged him by far more years than just one.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 9, 2019 10:08:09 GMT -8
"My apologies, I meant the children. Now that Brais is up and running, I have begun trying the adults from Dreigh for their war crimes." He said, coolly. The penalty for being found guilty was in fact, execution. "It is the kids who I am having difficult with, as they have similar indoctrination but it is not their fault."
The other soldiers he had captured were being sentenced to labor, with a path forward to full freedom for good behavior. He was not without compassion towards his former foes, having not been born with the same deep-seated rivalry as many of the Rondi.
Raphael's question took him by surprise, and he stared for a moment before answering.
"By knowing that those responsible have been or will be put in their grave, and that the worst suffering was not felt by me, but by others. It is not the first atrocity of war I have seen, and I would be surprised if it were the last. Still though, Dreigh was...shocking, maybe the worst I have ever seen at that scale."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jul 9, 2019 10:13:43 GMT -8
Rafael looked through the frosty glass of his ale as Nicolas answered. He slowly turned the mug on the table, making the wet ring it left on the wooden top grow larger. The duke's words didn't reassure him. They were words he'd heard before, when he asked some of the generals and captains who had served directly beneath him.
I suppose, the prince thought, I just soldier through it and get on with living.
At that thought, Rafael took another drink and shifted marginally in his seat, crossing one leg to drape a booted ankle over his knee. He looked over at the orc again, and then back at Nicolas. "While we were raiding the Sisters, one of my captains seemed to command some undead beast that ripped through the Zephyy fleet that tried to block the Ryel mouth. I'd never seen such a thing before, but I suppose I will have to get used to the nightmares. Perhaps, before this war, I glorified it all too much."
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 10, 2019 3:56:40 GMT -8
"War has always been glorified, particularly by those whose only experience of it has been the safety of the back lines." He sighed and took a sip of the ale in front if him. Nicolas had been about the Crown Prince's age when he had his first taste of battle.
"Its easy to sit on the sidelines of a tournament and pretend that's exactly how war is, and when the time comes send your soldiers off to die for your cause. That's what a lot of rulers do. You will not have that luxury. You have seen it firsthand, knowing the atrocities people can inflict on one another. It will be your duty to ensure that war is a last resort, after all other avenues have been exhausted."
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Jul 10, 2019 7:39:58 GMT -8
Rafael rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling that unease and pressure rising over his shoulders as their conversation rolled naturally into talk of duty and expectations. He drank more ale, then found he'd bottom'd out the mug and lifted his hand to order another. The waitress noticed both of the tall, dark, and handsome men at the table, but other than a wink, didn't stay to catch their attention. The tavern was busy, and good looking men were a dime a dozen -- there was hardly anything worth mentioning for these two.
"I imagine I'll be expected to marry soon. How have you stayed a bachelor so long?" Rafael asked as he leaned back in his seat and subtly bounced his knee beneath the scarred face of the table. "I would have expected a man of your rank to have been married as soon as possible."
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 11, 2019 10:21:08 GMT -8
"Ah, the age old question..." he said, distinctly remembering the events that had led him to leave his former fiefdom behind and pursue his fortunes elsewhere. His face fell briefly, but he regained composure and answered the question.
"I took my role at a young age, even younger than you are now. For a while I had no time for anything of such a nature, many of my family's enemies saw an opportunity with my young age and relative lack of alliances. By the time I got everything settled...an alliance seemed unnecessary, leaving me free to pursue only those romantic options I wanted. A not so easy task in nobility when more people were interested in my title than anything else."
"Has your mother already selected a bride for you?"
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Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio
Established
The Crown Prince of Rondón
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 19 Years
Physical Description: HT & WT: 5'11" & 185 lbs
SHAPE: Thin / Lean / Athletic
HR & EY: Brunette & Blue (from his Father's side)
SKIN: Light olive-tone
Clothes and Equipment: CLOTHES: Courtly, sophisticated, attired to occasion
JEWELRY: The Vinicio House Ring, rarely a crown, a simple necklace with a pendant of the Mother on it.
WEAPONS: ornate sabre, matching dagger
ARMOR: No armor unless noted in posts
STEED: Rondi-quality horse named Quixote
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondon, Queen Xiomara, House Vinicio
Registered: Apr 16, 2017 15:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Crown Prince Rafael Vinicio on Aug 5, 2019 9:37:35 GMT -8
Rafael shook his head. "She is still in the process of," he said, a slight frown to his face. He didn't like the thought of having to get married, and even less that he'd get married on his mother's terms. It was demeaning for him, his mother still controlling so much of his life. "You haven't a sister, have you?" Rafael half joked.
He leaned back in his seat with a small sigh, broad shoulders lifting and relaxing. "You should watch out for her; she'll want to create marriages among the Zephyy nobility and the Rondi in order to mix the lines. Since you aren't Rondi, I imagine you'll be better received by whatever Zephyy nobles are left." He drank more and then really did laugh.
"When did marriage get as exhausting as war?"
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Aug 6, 2019 14:00:04 GMT -8
"I do not. I have two brothers though, but I do not think they would be suitable for a number of reasons." He chuckled at his own joke, knowing full well that his brothers were likely to not get married for a long time if their pastimes at the brothels and barracks were any judge.
Nicolas raised an eyebrow at the Crown Prince's comment, recalling that he had originally sought new fortunes in Rondon to get away from a failed romance.
"Your mother would seek to arrange a marriage for me? I don't know if I should be grateful or offended." He laughed once more, taking a drink after. "Marriage, as my father put it, is a constant effort, whereas war will eventually end. I have only truly experienced war, so I'm afraid my advice on marriage is not worth much."
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