Let me tell you my dream roleplay since 2012. A slave will run to the fringes of Empire for freedom. Doing a few jobs for minor village notables he will gather enough money to make the first caravan run. After that he will slowly and steadily grow in wealth. A former slave himself; sworn to always protect the commoners and innocent, never serve or work with nobles and sell prisoners as slaves(ransoms them instead). A paragon of virtue he will only befriend and work with kind people and marry a good hearted spouse which will teach their children mercy. His banner will be broken black chains on a field of green and his blacksmith made custom weapon named “Chainbreaker”. His deathbed would be surrounded by loved ones and his grave be surrounded by mourning smallfolk whom they loved as a father.
Chainbreaker passes to his son. While looking up to his father, the Son craves adventure. Honing his martial skills he will start up a mercenary company backed by his fathers wealth which has many workshops and endless caravans. Honorable, he seeks war as a thrill but never takes contracts that harms the innocent/s, raiding, killing borrowed money from merchant type jobs. His rich clan gives him a advantage over greedy and dishonest lords, so he doesn’t has to earn gold to survive. Son becomes the best tournament fighter Calradia has ever seen, and wins the hearts of spectators and ladies alike. He marries a honorable warlike lady whom they ride to battle together. His name praised by great warriors and never dropped by tavern bards. The Son rides to Uçmak in glorious battle where his bloodriders erect a monument which is still visited by many aspiring warriors to be blessed by the Saint of War.
Chainbreaker passes to Grandson. Despised by people, he was born with a black heart. Believed to be a bastard which cannot be born to such a honorable clan, he seeks to rule men he desires to hear curses among laments. Quickly he captures the back alleys of many towns and forms a great criminal empire. This dark seed gallops towards the Empire and bends the knee, rises as a lord. Which his grandfather ran away as a slave, the Grandson reigns as a slaver. His Fathers experienced band and his Grandfathers money tripled by his crimemoney, his web of deceit grows. Influencing the Emperor and vassal alike, further corruption spreads as the torturer lord walks. Further starvation and desperation spreads as the feared lord marches. What once gave hope, the banner of chain now gives terror. What once broke chain, now Chainbreaker cusps the wrists of freefolk. He was poisoned by his wife, because he did not bought a sixth emerald ring for her. Only the street rats wept.
Chainbreaker passes to the Daughter. She has saw his father as a despicable person as he was. Burdened by her fathers sins, this just heart aches in sleepless nights. The Empire is truly corrupted. Only way to save it, she thoughts, is by leading it. And so begins the age of Empress the Just.
Wow, I have indeed been waiting long. Side note, i wrote this as a comment awhile ago and wanted to share here.
Submitted July 22, 2019 at 05:20AM by Bannerlord-when https://ift.tt/2StSE8M
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