Blood of the Frontier (CK2) Completed.
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Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Here are three of our councilers that have joined our cause and court.
Name: Rurik Romanov
Relation: 90/100
Age: 58
Health: 5.0
Fertility: 80% (Trying for a child will have a penalty of -20.)
Titles: Advisor of the Grand Prince of Rus. Prince Regent of the Grand Principality of the Rus.
Skills:
Diplomacy: 13
Martial: 12
Stewardship: 11
Intrigue: 12
Learning: 18
Personal Combat: 0
Traits:
Tough Soldier: You were a good soldier, but your grasp at command was always sketchy when leading large units. (+5 to martial, +1 to learning)
Scholar: you are well read in all forms of study, from Philosophy to science to stories of military campaigns (+6 to learning stat)
Crippled: Either due to an accident or a troubled birth, you have been born crippled. (-5 to martial, -5 to personal combat skill)
Attractive: You are a very handsome man, even in your age. (+2 to diplomacy stat)
Wroth: You are quick to anger, especially when your ward is involved. (-2 diplomacy, +2 to personal combat)
Brave: You are utterly fearless on the battlefield and off it. Though you fear your wards... tendency for violent outbursts. (+2 to martial stat and +2 to diplomacy, +2 to Personal combat.)
Name: Axel of Florence
Relation: 60/100
Age: 31
Health: 5.0
Fertility: 100% (Trying for a child does not have a penalty.)
Titles: Lord Steward of the Grand Principality of Rus.
Skills:
Diplomacy: 9
Martial: 5
Stewardship: 20
Intrigue: 9
Learning: 11
Personal Combat: 0
Traits:
Competent Steward: You were educated in the fine art of stewardship from a young age, and are very good at it (+7 to Stewardship.)
Diligent: You are a hard worker. When you set your mind to something, you will complete it. (+1 to all stats except personal combat)
Administrator: You know how to delegate important tasks to your underlings (+4 to stewardship, +1 to diplomacy)
Shy: You never liked to go out in front of people and talk to them. (-2 to diplomacy)
Lustful: You have enjoyed many of the finer things in life, notably the pleasures of the flesh. (-2 to diplomacy, +20 for fertility rolls)
Relation: 90/100
Age: 58
Health: 5.0
Fertility: 80% (Trying for a child will have a penalty of -20.)
Titles: Advisor of the Grand Prince of Rus. Prince Regent of the Grand Principality of the Rus.
Skills:
Diplomacy: 13
Martial: 12
Stewardship: 11
Intrigue: 12
Learning: 18
Personal Combat: 0
Traits:
Tough Soldier: You were a good soldier, but your grasp at command was always sketchy when leading large units. (+5 to martial, +1 to learning)
Scholar: you are well read in all forms of study, from Philosophy to science to stories of military campaigns (+6 to learning stat)
Crippled: Either due to an accident or a troubled birth, you have been born crippled. (-5 to martial, -5 to personal combat skill)
Attractive: You are a very handsome man, even in your age. (+2 to diplomacy stat)
Wroth: You are quick to anger, especially when your ward is involved. (-2 diplomacy, +2 to personal combat)
Brave: You are utterly fearless on the battlefield and off it. Though you fear your wards... tendency for violent outbursts. (+2 to martial stat and +2 to diplomacy, +2 to Personal combat.)
Relation: 60/100
Age: 31
Health: 5.0
Fertility: 100% (Trying for a child does not have a penalty.)
Titles: Lord Steward of the Grand Principality of Rus.
Skills:
Diplomacy: 9
Martial: 5
Stewardship: 20
Intrigue: 9
Learning: 11
Personal Combat: 0
Traits:
Competent Steward: You were educated in the fine art of stewardship from a young age, and are very good at it (+7 to Stewardship.)
Diligent: You are a hard worker. When you set your mind to something, you will complete it. (+1 to all stats except personal combat)
Administrator: You know how to delegate important tasks to your underlings (+4 to stewardship, +1 to diplomacy)
Shy: You never liked to go out in front of people and talk to them. (-2 to diplomacy)
Lustful: You have enjoyed many of the finer things in life, notably the pleasures of the flesh. (-2 to diplomacy, +20 for fertility rolls)
Name: 'Yuri'
Relation: ???/100
Age: ???
Health: 5.0
Fertility: 100% (Trying for a child does not have a penalty.)
Titles: Lord Spymaster of the Grand Principality of Rus.
Skills:
Diplomacy: 6
Martial: 11
Stewardship:9
Intrigue: 24
Learning: 10
Personal Combat: 13
Traits:
Intricate Webweaver: You are skilled in courtly intrigue and espionage. (+9 to intrigue, +2 to diplomacy)
Deceitful: You were not what one would consider the trustworthy type. (+4 to intrigue, + 2 to personal combat -6 to diplomacy)
Quick: You are brighter than most (+ 2 to all stats)
Ruthless: You will do anything to accomplish your goals. (-4 to diplomacy, +2 to intrigue, martial and Personal combat)
Trained Fighter: Your skill in personal combat is average. (+1 to martial. +6 to personal combat)
Relation: ???/100
Age: ???
Health: 5.0
Fertility: 100% (Trying for a child does not have a penalty.)
Titles: Lord Spymaster of the Grand Principality of Rus.
Skills:
Diplomacy: 6
Martial: 11
Stewardship:9
Intrigue: 24
Learning: 10
Personal Combat: 13
Traits:
Intricate Webweaver: You are skilled in courtly intrigue and espionage. (+9 to intrigue, +2 to diplomacy)
Deceitful: You were not what one would consider the trustworthy type. (+4 to intrigue, + 2 to personal combat -6 to diplomacy)
Quick: You are brighter than most (+ 2 to all stats)
Ruthless: You will do anything to accomplish your goals. (-4 to diplomacy, +2 to intrigue, martial and Personal combat)
Trained Fighter: Your skill in personal combat is average. (+1 to martial. +6 to personal combat)
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The Bear of Rostov
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
The Bear of Rostov
The man wore a familiar face, but you could not recognize who wore it. And that frightened you. The giant of a man, who standing almost 7 feet in height gave a large toothy smile to Rurik. Yet he remained silent, merely examining his surroundings. His blond hair was darker than yours from the dirt and muck that clung to his hair, but still maintained its golden shine. And then he finally spoke. "It's good to see you again my friend Rurik. Shame this place is still as dreary as I remember."
Rurik took a deep breath. "Unfortunately." He paused and took a deep breath. "You're late."
You examined the man's armor and noticed it was bent, worn by battle and tournaments. Furs from his boots covered his legs and a second heavy fur cloak was underneath his armor, possibly to keep him warm from the winter that was outside. The sword on his back looked larger than the Scottish claymores that you read about in your books, its hilt almost as long as your arm. On his sides were strapped pouches and bags.
"Am I?" The man sounded surprised. "I said I would be here in two weeks, it's been two weeks!" He exclaimed.
"And it is late at night." You growled. You wanted to get some sleep, training in the yard went as well as it could, but you were aching and exhausted.
The old man walked towards you, his footsteps were heavy as he strode forward, metal clanking against the stone floor of your throne room. When he reached the steps to your throne he bowed his head. "I'm sorry for your loss my prince." His tone was somber, mournful, and completely unlike what you had just heard a moment ago. "Your father was a good friend of mine."
"Who are you?" you demanded. "And how do you know my father?"
He turned to Rurik, who had walked over next to you. "He never told him?"
"Not by name, but he did tell him about some of your adventures when he was younger." Rurik replied.
Then it hit you, the only stories your father told you about in his youth, the one where he fought with the one they called "The Bear of Rostov".
"You're the Bear who served with my father." you stated.
"Nicholas of Rostov at your service, my prince." The man, Nicholas said as he got onto his knee. "I served your father faithfully since we were boys, and wish to serve his son as well."
You needed a commander. And a better tutor than Rurik. Your regent was competent in all areas, but not inherently skilled at swordplay because of his crippling injury. "Are skilled in command sir?"
Nicholas laughed and Rurik looked towards you with a bewildered face. "All the stories that your father told you, and not even once did he mention that he is one of the finest military minds in all of the Rus? And one of her greatest warriors"
No, he hadn't. "Then why was he gone and not serving my father?"
That caused Nicholas to look away. "Your father and I had… a disagreement." He sighed. "About-" He paused before he shook his head. "It doesn't matter now. It nearly killed us both, and it was better for me to leave."
You would ask what that meant later. Whatever happened between him and your father and him would not affect you. "Nicholas of Rostov… Will you accept the position of Marshal Of The Realm and commander of the Principality of the Rus? Will you swear loyalty to me?"
"I do, my prince. Now and always."
Well, that's good. Hopefully, when the time comes, you can get an answer out of him. But right now you wanted to go to sleep and battle the next greatest challenge that was approaching you... Mornings.
Reward: Nicholas of Rostov "The Bear of Rostov" Joins your court. +1 martial action. New actions available.
AN: Enjoy, and the Character sheet will be ready in a half hour. The next omake will come out in about two hours.
The man wore a familiar face, but you could not recognize who wore it. And that frightened you. The giant of a man, who standing almost 7 feet in height gave a large toothy smile to Rurik. Yet he remained silent, merely examining his surroundings. His blond hair was darker than yours from the dirt and muck that clung to his hair, but still maintained its golden shine. And then he finally spoke. "It's good to see you again my friend Rurik. Shame this place is still as dreary as I remember."
Rurik took a deep breath. "Unfortunately." He paused and took a deep breath. "You're late."
You examined the man's armor and noticed it was bent, worn by battle and tournaments. Furs from his boots covered his legs and a second heavy fur cloak was underneath his armor, possibly to keep him warm from the winter that was outside. The sword on his back looked larger than the Scottish claymores that you read about in your books, its hilt almost as long as your arm. On his sides were strapped pouches and bags.
"Am I?" The man sounded surprised. "I said I would be here in two weeks, it's been two weeks!" He exclaimed.
"And it is late at night." You growled. You wanted to get some sleep, training in the yard went as well as it could, but you were aching and exhausted.
The old man walked towards you, his footsteps were heavy as he strode forward, metal clanking against the stone floor of your throne room. When he reached the steps to your throne he bowed his head. "I'm sorry for your loss my prince." His tone was somber, mournful, and completely unlike what you had just heard a moment ago. "Your father was a good friend of mine."
"Who are you?" you demanded. "And how do you know my father?"
He turned to Rurik, who had walked over next to you. "He never told him?"
"Not by name, but he did tell him about some of your adventures when he was younger." Rurik replied.
Then it hit you, the only stories your father told you about in his youth, the one where he fought with the one they called "The Bear of Rostov".
"You're the Bear who served with my father." you stated.
"Nicholas of Rostov at your service, my prince." The man, Nicholas said as he got onto his knee. "I served your father faithfully since we were boys, and wish to serve his son as well."
You needed a commander. And a better tutor than Rurik. Your regent was competent in all areas, but not inherently skilled at swordplay because of his crippling injury. "Are skilled in command sir?"
Nicholas laughed and Rurik looked towards you with a bewildered face. "All the stories that your father told you, and not even once did he mention that he is one of the finest military minds in all of the Rus? And one of her greatest warriors"
No, he hadn't. "Then why was he gone and not serving my father?"
That caused Nicholas to look away. "Your father and I had… a disagreement." He sighed. "About-" He paused before he shook his head. "It doesn't matter now. It nearly killed us both, and it was better for me to leave."
You would ask what that meant later. Whatever happened between him and your father and him would not affect you. "Nicholas of Rostov… Will you accept the position of Marshal Of The Realm and commander of the Principality of the Rus? Will you swear loyalty to me?"
"I do, my prince. Now and always."
Well, that's good. Hopefully, when the time comes, you can get an answer out of him. But right now you wanted to go to sleep and battle the next greatest challenge that was approaching you... Mornings.
Reward: Nicholas of Rostov "The Bear of Rostov" Joins your court. +1 martial action. New actions available.
AN: Enjoy, and the Character sheet will be ready in a half hour. The next omake will come out in about two hours.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
It probably will, so we should absolutely get it cleared up.
Altharis
Tovarisch Volksdeutsch, Professional Crucifier
- Location
- Poland
Yeah, we'll have to talk about this.
btw, shouldn't it be Nikolay considering he's Russian?
Enlighten me 'cause I have no idea.Gee, where have I seen a guy like this before?
Luminous
God Save The Queen
- Location
- Victoria, BC, Canada
He seems to be at a minimum somewhat similar to Barry, the Martial advisor in Magoose's other quest.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
And here is our Marshal.
Name: Nicholas "The Bear of Rostov" of Rostov
Relation: 80/100
Age: 40
Health: 7.0
Fertility: 125% (Trying for a child gains a +10 roll bonus.)
Titles: Marshal of the Grand Prince of Rus.
Skills:
Diplomacy: 7
Martial: 24
Stewardship: 6
Intrigue: 4
Learning: 10
Personal Combat: 30
Traits:
Brilliant Strategist: You were a good soldier, but your grasp at command was always sketchy when leading large units. (+9 to martial, +2 to learning)
Brave: You are utterly fearless on the battlefield and off it. (+2 to martial stat and +2 to diplomacy, +2 to Personal combat.)
Strong: You are physically strong and imposing. (+1 to diplomacy, +2 to martial. +2 to health, +6 to Personal Combat, +25% to fertility)
Tall: This man is a giant, he is taller than most men (+2 to personal combat skill, +1 to diplomacy, -2 to Intrigue)
Formidable Fighter: Your skill in personal combat is legendary, to the point where your body has not even been touched by a blade (+4 to martial. +16 to personal combat)
Proud: You think yourself better than anyone else. (-1 to diplomacy, +5 to personal action rolls)
If you're wondering why he chose to keep his name? He kept it as Nicholas out of honor for his deceased father who was not from Russia.
Relation: 80/100
Age: 40
Health: 7.0
Fertility: 125% (Trying for a child gains a +10 roll bonus.)
Titles: Marshal of the Grand Prince of Rus.
Skills:
Diplomacy: 7
Martial: 24
Stewardship: 6
Intrigue: 4
Learning: 10
Personal Combat: 30
Traits:
Brilliant Strategist: You were a good soldier, but your grasp at command was always sketchy when leading large units. (+9 to martial, +2 to learning)
Brave: You are utterly fearless on the battlefield and off it. (+2 to martial stat and +2 to diplomacy, +2 to Personal combat.)
Strong: You are physically strong and imposing. (+1 to diplomacy, +2 to martial. +2 to health, +6 to Personal Combat, +25% to fertility)
Tall: This man is a giant, he is taller than most men (+2 to personal combat skill, +1 to diplomacy, -2 to Intrigue)
Formidable Fighter: Your skill in personal combat is legendary, to the point where your body has not even been touched by a blade (+4 to martial. +16 to personal combat)
Proud: You think yourself better than anyone else. (-1 to diplomacy, +5 to personal action rolls)
His family isn't from Russia hence his name being different.
If you're wondering why he chose to keep his name? He kept it as Nicholas out of honor for his deceased father who was not from Russia.
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
But he is diffrent then Barry, don't you worry about that.
Luminous
God Save The Queen
- Location
- Victoria, BC, Canada
A well-known warrior who fought alongside our father in the past, that turns up on our doorstep to offer their services with past troubles that will more than likely come back to bite us. Are we going to have a Knightly Order of the Sun?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
...Maybe.A well-known warrior who fought alongside our father in the past, that turns up on our doorstep to offer their services with past troubles that will more than likely come back to bite us. Are we going to have a Knightly Order of the Sun?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Glad you feel that way.
A well-known warrior who fought alongside our father in the past, that turns up on our doorstep to offer their services with past troubles that will more than likely come back to bite us. Are we going to have a Knightly Order of the Sun?
Well he hasn't traumatised us or our allies yet so he's a step ahead of Barry - or a step behind, depending on how you view it.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Give it time. He'll catch up.
Cybandeath
Lord Darkness, and Representative of Mad Science
- Location
- The United States of America
Step behind obviously......
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
He doesn't have the poking stick
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Blood Oath
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Blood Oath
The falling snow-kissed your face as you leaned in closer to your father's statue, the tears that were falling from your eyes freezing to your cheeks. The world around you was dreary and gloomy, just as your life had become once he died.
You still remembered every emotion of his face as you sat next to him on the litter, his teeth gritting tight as he struggled not to scream, how dry his mouth became as he begged for more water just after drinking an entire bucket. The painful agony of his whispered cries still haunted your dreams. Unlike the screams that you could replace with dying Mongols, his screams kept reminding you of your own weakness.
Even with the cold biting your face and the snow kissing your cheeks and staying on your face, you knelt, head hung low. "Father... I'm sorry." You whispered. For a moment, the wind seemed to stop blowing, and you felt warmth on your cheeks as the snow started slowly melting down your face.
"I failed you." Your own words felt like daggers in your own chest. "I could not warn you about those two boys with daggers and let you die. I should have been the one who died."
The wind blew against you harder, a gale like force that made you put your hands onto your father's statue to stop yourself from falling over. "But now I am burdened with the responsibility that you carried for your entire life." You stood up straighter and looked up to the heavens. "And I will not fail now that this duty is mine and mine alone."
You drew your sword and sliced your palm, your warm blood making your hand feel like fire for a moment before turning into an icy freeze from the wind. "In your name father! In the name of The Grand Principality of Rus, I make this promise by oath of body, and of blood!" You screamed. "The Mongols, filthy mongrels who are not even worthy of respect of peace, have come to this land we call Mother and have defiled her women, stolen her goods, and murdered her sons! NO MORE! I SWEAR TO GOD AND ALL THE SAINTS OF WAR THAT I WILL NOT REST UNTIL ALL THE MONGOLS ARE DEAD BY MY HAND! I WILL SALT THEIR LANDS, BUTCHER THEIR HORSES, AND SLIDE THEIR ELDERS DOWN SPIKES TO SUFFER THE MOST AGONIZING DEATHS IMAGINABLE WHILE THEIR CHILDREN WATCH, BEFORE I BUTCHER THEM TOO! I WILL ERASE ALL THAT IS MONGOL FROM THE WORLD!"
You stopped, taking a few deep breaths as you calmed yourself down. "This I swear to you father, in blood and body."
You turned around and walked away from the grave. Content, and motivated.
Reward: You now have the blood oath Caucus Beli against the Mongols. You can declare war at any time and strike at the hoards bordering the Rus. Use at your own risk.
AN: Enjoy.
The falling snow-kissed your face as you leaned in closer to your father's statue, the tears that were falling from your eyes freezing to your cheeks. The world around you was dreary and gloomy, just as your life had become once he died.
You still remembered every emotion of his face as you sat next to him on the litter, his teeth gritting tight as he struggled not to scream, how dry his mouth became as he begged for more water just after drinking an entire bucket. The painful agony of his whispered cries still haunted your dreams. Unlike the screams that you could replace with dying Mongols, his screams kept reminding you of your own weakness.
Even with the cold biting your face and the snow kissing your cheeks and staying on your face, you knelt, head hung low. "Father... I'm sorry." You whispered. For a moment, the wind seemed to stop blowing, and you felt warmth on your cheeks as the snow started slowly melting down your face.
"I failed you." Your own words felt like daggers in your own chest. "I could not warn you about those two boys with daggers and let you die. I should have been the one who died."
The wind blew against you harder, a gale like force that made you put your hands onto your father's statue to stop yourself from falling over. "But now I am burdened with the responsibility that you carried for your entire life." You stood up straighter and looked up to the heavens. "And I will not fail now that this duty is mine and mine alone."
You drew your sword and sliced your palm, your warm blood making your hand feel like fire for a moment before turning into an icy freeze from the wind. "In your name father! In the name of The Grand Principality of Rus, I make this promise by oath of body, and of blood!" You screamed. "The Mongols, filthy mongrels who are not even worthy of respect of peace, have come to this land we call Mother and have defiled her women, stolen her goods, and murdered her sons! NO MORE! I SWEAR TO GOD AND ALL THE SAINTS OF WAR THAT I WILL NOT REST UNTIL ALL THE MONGOLS ARE DEAD BY MY HAND! I WILL SALT THEIR LANDS, BUTCHER THEIR HORSES, AND SLIDE THEIR ELDERS DOWN SPIKES TO SUFFER THE MOST AGONIZING DEATHS IMAGINABLE WHILE THEIR CHILDREN WATCH, BEFORE I BUTCHER THEM TOO! I WILL ERASE ALL THAT IS MONGOL FROM THE WORLD!"
You stopped, taking a few deep breaths as you calmed yourself down. "This I swear to you father, in blood and body."
You turned around and walked away from the grave. Content, and motivated.
Reward: You now have the blood oath Caucus Beli against the Mongols. You can declare war at any time and strike at the hoards bordering the Rus. Use at your own risk.
AN: Enjoy.
- Location
- United States
Yup, we are definitely Russian Vlad Tepes
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Well... not yet, we're still a child and we still need to make a helluva first impression on our enemies.
- Location
- USA
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That's certainly something. Can we repeatedly use that one? And are we allowed to go to have a peace treaty if we use it or do we have to see things all the way to the end?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Yes. But when I said use at your own risk, I mean it.
Yes and no. You can use it over and over again, but to repeat what I have said, use at your own risk.
the Blood feud Caucus Beli I have given to you basically means waging war until the Mongols are either subservient or completely annihilated. And once it's used, if you enter a war with the Mongols a second time without sufficiently cowing every single tribe into not coming to aid them, every single Mongol clan and tribe will be against you. And I truly mean every single one.
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Cybandeath
Lord Darkness, and Representative of Mad Science
- Location
- The United States of America
So its basically a holy war cassis belli against Mongols?
Magoose
SV's Questing Fanatic
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Yes, but we are not attacking them on a religious pretext. We are attacking them out of personal revenge.
Edit: Sorry, let me rephrase that. It is different from a holy war because we cannot call in any religious allies, it will just be ourselves against the Mongol horde.
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