Palace of Ashesthe Desert Mors Santagar’s body lay under a sheet, the decay having taken such a hold that it was unfit for human eyes. The priestesses of V’hallar descended the stairs into the sandy parlor of the King of the Desert’s final resting place. Their robes flickered like the flames on the torches lining the walls. “Accept your child into the afterlife,” one said, the tallest of the bunch, blonde haired and sandy skinned. “And seek persecution against his murderers.” the second recited, taking a torch from the wall. The woman tailing behind her followed suit. “Lead him into your hallways of light.” “Cleanse his soul with the flame.” “Recreate him in his new home.” The women circled the corpse, seated on top a flat bed of wood. “V’hallar, Lord of the Light, Father of the Flame,” as the tallest one spoke, the other women raised their torches higher. “Mors Santagar returns to you.” They lit the wood as one. The King of the Desert became a pyre. [hr][/hr] Courtyard of Shodairethe Mountains Desmond Rolmar’s body lay in a wooden box. The top still lay wide open, revealing the corpse of the king. He was paler than before, but his skin had been wiped clean of the blood that had stained it days before. His eldest son stood beside his casket, silent and solemn as he watched the mourners pay their respects. “He will be missed,” one farmer muttered under his breath as he laid a chicken egg beside the coffin. “He left his mark on this world.” “Thank you,” Karridan nodded. What does it say about him, that I am the only child here? Desmond's daughter lay in her bedchambers nursing wounds that might never heal, while his other son skulked about the castle, avoiding Karridan at every turn. The mourners were few and far between. Mostly common people, coming to acknowledge the man they had only ever seen high above them. The nobles… their absence was expected. Karridan waited in the frosty spring air for several hours, as the last string of mourners paid their respects. When the time was up, the son closed the father’s coffin and carried it into the woods, with the help from others. When they found an appropriate place, they took his body out and laid it in the hole. The baby tree was planted over him. As the others left, Karridan spat once on his father’s grave. “Look what you’ve left me with.” The son walked away. The King of the Mountains became a tree. [hr][/hr] Tombs of Delmaristeadthe Isles Nathaniel Delmari’s body lay beside an opened, watery tomb. He seemed almost at peace on the ground, his body barely touched by the death that had claimed him. His successor stood watch over the proceedings, prideful to a fault. “He must be lain down gently.” Korianton Rynquist chided the servants. They went about his body confused. “I won’t have it his body gets damaged before we get it in the water.” The servants helped lift his body up, holding it precariously close to the grave of fluid that awaited him. Behind them, rows and rows of other tombs, both empty and occupied, spread as far as the eye could see. Korianton gestured to the priest. The man, covered head to toe in shimmery garb the color of the sea, reached into the water prepared for the king. He lifted some in the cup of his hand and put it to Korianton’s lips, where the new king took a long sip. Using his wet fingers, the priest wiped the remaining water on Korainton’s cheeks and forehead. “Chiarynn, welcome your follower to his home under the sea,” The priest began. “Welcome him, Mother of the Ocean, welcome him with open arms. May the gifts he bestowed upon his people be returned tenfold to him in his new home, in your palace. Send forth his love into his heir, so that it might live on in this corrupted, temporary world we dwell in, so that his kindness might make dwelling here less fraught with despair.” He gestured to the servants. They lowered his body into the water. The man sunk slowly. “May he rest.” The tomb was sealed with a stone block, slid right into place over him. Korianton kissed the stone once, followed by all of the servants. The King of the Isles became the sea. [hr][/hr] Backstory When King Hanrey Reynard succumbed to a subtle drop of poison in his wine several years past, his son took the throne with big shoes to fill. Fenton Reynard was not like his father. So desperate was he to separate himself from his father’s perhaps overly passive reign that he created dissension amongst the major lords ruling beneath him. The outcries to his reign reached a fever pitch, after beheadings and hostages became a common complaint from the nobility throughout Mirwyth. In response to Fenton’s actions, the three lords plotted. Each became king of his own land (the King of the Mountains, the King of the Isles, and the King of the Desert) and denied any authority Fenton might have other them. Fenton reacted venomously, dispatching various forces to gauge the might of each new king’s military force. Through various, unrelated events, it did not seem to end up mattering whether Fenton was the Rightful King, or the three up-jumped lords deserved kingship. In slow succession, the kings died. The King of the Desert felled by an assassin, the King of the Isles poisoned by his allies, the King of the Mountains stabbed in the back. Even Fenton himself was not exempt from it, disappearing in a bloodthirsty riot throughout the capital city. With all of those fighting out of the way, it would be assumed things could go back to the way they were before. But now it was too late. Even though the kings were dead, their heirs will prove to be the true shakers and movers of the war. In a land already riddled with mystique and confusion, the true war comes for Mirwyth. [hr][/hr] Welcome to the second installment of A War of Kings: The Entombment of Emperors! This game closely follows the former. No prior knowledge of its predecessor is needed to submit a character sheet. I, as Game Master, would be happy to catch anyone up to date if they would like to join, and I am love integrating new characters into the overall fold of the game. I have drawn much of my inspiration for this game from A Song of Ice and Fire, although other works have begun to influence. This is a relatively dark game, set in a gritty fantasy world on the brink of war. If grimdark games aren’t your strong suit, you might want to steer clear of this one. With all of that being said, if you are still interested in joining, go ahead and create a character… [hr][/hr] Characters Think medieval. Think fantasy. Think unique. I love new spins taken on the old fantasy tropes, especially within characters. Disabled knights, ugly princesses, the list could go on. Think different when creating your characters. You can basically play any sort of character you would like, going from a lord or a lady to the measly peasant. I can include you in the storyline either way. A side note, for players returning for Part II, be sure and update your character sheets to include all of what took place in Part I. Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Homeland (the Mountains, the Isles, the Desert, the Prairies, the Capital): Allegiance (the Mountains, the Isles, the Desert, the Capital): Occupation: Family Banner (if applicable; describe or picture): Family Words (saying the family/house uses): Biography: [hr][/hr] Finally, the rules. Not much of a list, but mainly the basics. 1.) Obey all of the standard role playing thread rules. 2.) Private Message your Character Sheet to me for approval before posting. 3.) Enjoy the game! I want it to be as fun for you as it is for me!