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Shattered Empire: A Noble Warlord Quest (CKII)

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As it is, the vote's tied. I'll leave it open until around midnight tonight, so that leaves a few hours.
 
[X] Clan Rurikovich, the Outsiders
Adhoc vote count started by Miner249er on Nov 24, 2017 at 11:43 PM, finished with 61 posts and 31 votes.
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Yeah, with votes as they are and 10 minutes to spare, I think I'm going to call it for Clan Rurikovich.

You will be the Tsaraevich/Tsarevna of the House of Rurikovich. Update to come soon.
 
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Prologue: Character Creation (1)
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    The golden trident sits inert, stamped on the bulkhead, even as you glare intensely enough that the paint itself should be peeling. It probably isn't healthy to wake up each cycle of this whole boondoggle cursing your mother with every breath, but if Her Majesty the Tsarina can toss you aside as if you were mere flotsam rather than her eldest child, then you reserve the right to resent her.

    You lift your arm, checking the holographic timepiece on your wrist. It is 0700 Moskva hours, just an hour shy of the scheduled arrival time in the Volchansk system. With a groan, you rub the sleep from your eyes, swinging your legs out of bed and wincing as a jolt of pain shoots through your skull. The entire cabin swirls around you for a second, and you resist the sudden urge to vomit.

    In the darkness, you flail helplessly, mewling like a drenched cat as you struggle to your feet. Clearly something's wrong - your memory is a tattered mess of jumbled images that you just can't quite piece together into a coherent thought. Steadying yourself, you check the messages left to you, squinting in pain against the harsh light of your wristpiece.

    One message, says the device, from the ship's internal communications service. You open it - it turns out to be a status report from the Commodore who is technically your second-in-command, telling you that all is well so far. While you were sleeping off… whatever had happened last night, the good ship HMS Varyag had refueled at a port in the Periphery Systems, before departing at FTL for the final leg of its month-long voyage. At the end of the message, Commodore Chekhov finally requests (politely) that you join him on the bridge by 0900, as the small fleet you technically commanded was to reach its destination at that point.

    You can read a little something else in the tone of the message, but can't quite place it. Is it judgement? Pity? Irritation? Condescension? A mixture of all four? You honestly can't tell.

    Groaning in frustration, you shuffle your way over to the head, blearily shutting the door behind you. "Lights," you mumble, and then you hiss as the fluorogen lamps sear your retinas. You press your fingers to your temples, squinting until the pain goes from a sharp stabbing to a dull, more manageable throb. You take a look at yourself, piecing the tatters of your memory together. What had happened last night? What was wrong with you?

    [ ] A severe hangover from last night's bender - perhaps polishing off that much hard liquor before a military operation wasn't the best idea. Gain trait Hedonist.
    [ ] A fat lip and throbbing temple from the fistfight last night - that rating absolutely deserved it, though. Gain trait Wroth.
    [ ] A series of long nights under a dim lamp, checking and rechecking the logistical reports for this trip. Everything seems normal, but you just know that's never the case. Gain the trait Obsessive.
    [ ] A night of lying awake in bed, mind racing, fear crawling over you as you comprehended every way an assassin could get into this room. Gain trait Paranoid.
    [ ] A complete lack of meaningful sleep for the last two days - this isn't new to you, however, and you did manage to get some meaningful study out of it last night. Gain trait Insomniac.

    You stare into the mirror, blearily taking in your features.

    [ ] Choose your sex:
    - [ ] Male
    - [ ] Female
    [ ] Choose your name
    [ ] Choose your appearance

    Hedonist: You have an unfortunate addiction to the "finer" things in life. While this might make you slightly fun to be around at parties, it is also expensive - and you might eventually run the risk of becoming too inebriated at the wrong time, or taking the wrong courtier to bed. (+1 Diplomacy, +1 Attraction Opinion, -2 Stewardship)

    Wroth: Your fuse is so short you could be a tube of nitroglycerine. If provoked, you fly into a rage, and very little can pull you back to a calm state before you burn out. (+1 Martial, +1 Personal Combat Skill, -2 Diplomacy)

    Obsessive: You feel the ceaseless need to ensure that everything has a place, and is in that place. Your mind is a constant whirlwind of ledgers, charts, and lists, checked and rechecked endlessly. It may make you a more effective administrator, sometimes, but it doesn't do wonders for other pursuits. (+1 Stewardship, +1 to all rolls pertaining to economics, -2 Learning)

    Paranoid: You fear knives and their wielders lurk around every corner. You post loyal guards wherever you can, and have these guards constantly monitored. Only you can be trusted, safe in your own skull. This caution may be useful in the intelligence world, but… it isn't exactly endearing. (+1 Intrigue, +1 to all rolls to defend against Intrigue, -2 Diplomacy)

    Insomniac: Whether it's a physical condition or caused by the stress of your station, you have severe trouble falling asleep. You lie awake in bed, your mind churning, and only medication can reliably put you to sleep. As problematic as this is, your sleepless nights do give you time to learn. (+1 Learning, +1 to all rolls that involve personal study, -2 Martial)
     
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    • [X] A series of long nights under a dim lamp, checking and rechecking the logistical reports for this trip. Everything seems normal, but you just know that's never the case. Gain the trait Obsessive.
    [X] Choose your sex:
    - [X] Female
    [X] Anastasia
    [X]
     
    [X] A complete lack of meaningful sleep for the last two days - this isn't new to you, however, and you did manage to get some meaningful study out of it last night. Gain trait Insomniac.
    [X] [Gender] Male
    [X] [Name] Aleksandr
    [X] [Appearance]
     
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    [X] A series of long nights under a dim lamp, checking and rechecking the logistical reports for this trip. Everything seemsnormal, but you just know that's never the case. Gain the traitObsessive.
    [X] Choose your sex:
    - [X] Female
    [X] Anastasia
    [X]
     
    [X] A severe hangover from last night's bender - perhaps polishing off that much hard liquor before a military operation wasn't the best idea. Gain trait Hedonist.
    [X] Choose your sex:
    - [X] Female
    [X] Anastasia
     
    [X] A series of long nights under a dim lamp, checking and rechecking the logistical reports for this trip. Everything seems normal, but you just know that's never the case. Gain the trait Obsessive.
    [X] [Gender] Male
    [X] [Name] ALEKSANDR
    [X] [Appearance]
     
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