>>14093360
Those are some nice buildings. That has to be a pretty well to do city. Probably mountainous or northern, judging from the clothing and that pack animal there.

Westeros Awaits

>>14093373
The windmills on the roofs there support the in the mountain theory. Plus you can kinda make out a few mountains in the background there.

>>14093373
>>14093404
I'm not sure how the dyes are made, but that there are both blue and orange banners (along with what looks like books on shelves on that open second floor there) suggest that they are able to bring in exotic goods. So it's probably a well to do mountain trading city.

Warhammer Fantasy, a setting that you can Roleplay in.

>>14093435
I'm glad you brought up the second story. Took at it and the first. Those open buildings would be nearly impossible to defend. Meaning that either this is a peaceful area, or they have a formidable wall on the outside and aren't constantly at war.

>>14093435
Being a trading city is very likely, given the previously mentioned well-to-do-ness. The street's pretty busy for a place that doesn't do trade, too.

Most likely the city's in the only mountain pass for quite some range, and that mountain range separates some pretty well-off places.

>>14093493
So, err, Zurich? Prague?

The design at the top of that fine lady's dress suggests either celtic or nordic.

The man turned away on the left side screams native american, but considering the rest of the piece, I don't think gypsy is out of the question. After all, although a feather in the headband is stereotypical native american, they certainly weren't the only ones to wear the style. The man definitely screams 'shaman'. Perhaps he's the spiritual leader of the town? Or maybe he's just passing through to or from the mountains?

The peasant girl to the right clearly has a sun embroidered on her dress, maybe it's a religious significance? Maybe these people are sun worshipers?

Sun worship usually comes from communities of farmers and gatherers, as opposed to hunters or herders. This is further supported by the flower girl in the foreground.

This is surprisingly fun to do.

>immediate logical analysis of anime-styled fantasy picture
/tg/, I'm proud as fuck.

Guys.

You aren't looking at the material the buildings are made of.

Do you see ALL THAT WOOD?

Where would they get all that wood?

They must be near a forest, and since wood like that wouldn't insulate very well, the must be in the mountains near the equator.

>>14093541
I ain't even done yet!

The beast of burden appears to be a cross between a yak and a goat, though the direction the horns point is a little odd. Forward pointing horns suggest goring rather than ramming.

I can't quite tell if the hooves or cloven or not. But the long, shaggy fur definitely lends credence to the mountain theory.

Vagrant Story

first time you see a dragon you're like "IS I IN A FAIRY TALE?!??"

>>14093554
>>Wood doesn't insulate well
>>Must be near equator
You are missing some ideas my friend. Wood houses usually use another material to insulate the walls and ceiling. Just as well, there's plenty of wood in quite a few snowy mountain regions.

>>14093554
The tops of the buildings are made of adobe or plaster or something. All of those are most common in warm climates, so you're probably right.

I don't think this place is in traditional Earth geography, though. The pack animal looks South American and the people are white.

>>14093554
Mountain Taiga. We're definitely not talking Himilayas here, but trees on mountain ranges are far from uncommon.

>>14093554

Notice, though, how wide the streets are, juxtaposed by the overhanging second floor, something not commonly seen except in cities with extremely narrow streets. It could be that this is butting against a town square or the like, or that the city is a newer one, copying the style of an older city but designed with wider thoroughfares.

>>14093586
BUT LOOK AT THE HOUSES.

The front is just OPEN. No walls to speak of, except on the upper levels.

Honestly it looks like a cross between Switzerland and Chile to me.

>The man turned away on the left side screams native american, but considering the rest of the piece, I don't think gypsy is out of the question.
I was actually thinking North African, maybe a Berber analogue.

I doubt it's near the equator though. Look at the clothing.

No short sleeves. No shorts. No plunging necklines.

This is suggests a cold area. The flowers suggest spring, meaning it's just starting to warm up. Probably in May or April.

Looks like Celtics and some Turkish offshots got it together to colonize some land.

The thing is, colonizing a new land, or forming an enclave? Where would the giant Yak come from?

whats low fantasy? Is it like, no dragons or super-magics?

>>14093623
>this is suggests

HURRR I ENGLISH GUD

>>14093619
The windmills and the building shape/color wouldn't be too out of place in central Spain actually. So maybe the guy on the left is actually a Morrocan-ish guy.

>>14093623
You're implying that people care about what's logical when they wear what's in fashion. Just look at Victorian England.

It's generally the architecture that really shows what life is like.

>>14093625

I say Turkish because I see pillars and decorated panels along with cloth hanged about the upper floors. The corset the girl is wearing seems to mesh Turkish design (the vest women wear) with Celtic motifs.

>>14093648
They aren't THAT well-to-do. These are still clearly lower class people.

>>14093572
It's what I love about low magic settings. Settings like VS in video games, and stuff like Ice and Fire in novels, really keep fantasy feeling "fantastical." When a dragon appears, you really know it's something special that is completely mind-blowing to most of the inhabitants of the world.

I doubt the walls would be open if it were closer to the equator. What with tropical storms and such. In fact, it's probably far from the ocean in general, or is in the rain shadow of another nearby mountain. If they had problems with inclement weather the walls would probably be closed.

>>14093663

Not lower-class by a long-shot. Middle-class, more like.

>>14093680
Merchant class?

>>14093674
So, maybe a desert city?

They could be on a plateau.

Two men are using those truncated cone hats. Wasn't that originally from nomadic or horse tribes?

>>14093628
It's generally less of an "epic" focus - magic is more subtle and less powerful, there's fewer monsters running around, etc. I think it works well when it comes to establishing concepts that are relatable for the audience: you latch onto familiar elements and then, as mentioned, the "magic" things seem more magical because they're more tangible.

>>14093698
Ok, now you are just guessing

>>14093698
No, definitely not in a desert. Not much in the way of dress or architecture to suggest, and there is the abundance of wood and flowers to contradict it.

>>14093659
>> Turkish, Celtic, mountainous.
So Galatia?

>>14093723
I like it

REIGN has a pretty ritualized form of magic, which makes it low and scarce. You can play adventurer, hold a band of people, Company (a group with their own stats that can be from a guild to a kingdom)

SCNR

>>14093674
>>Walls would be closed if problem-weather.
That's just a logical problem. Those look like shop-levels to the buildings- _logically_ they ought to have a way to put walls up at night. The living levels (hence the warmer levels!) of the buildings are above, heat rising, yadda yadda.

>>14093715
Oh, thats what you call it.
Thanks.

>>14093628
Could mean a lot of things. The general idea is to start with medieval Europe (you don't have to, but that's the norm) and then add just a tiny bit of magic. These settings almost never have spellcasting - magic is mostly potions, rituals, enchanted items, and deals with magical creatures (often fairies or gnomes). There normally are magical creatures, but they're very rare and less fantastic than they would be in D&D or the like - dragons are big cunning predatory lizards that might fly, might breathe fire, and MAYBE can talk; unless dragons are central to the setting's cosmology they won't have access to any magic.

>>14093723

GENTLEMEN
THE SETTING HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED

So the Gauls brought the giant goats?

It might be in the lowlands beneath some mountains, beyond which may be cooler temperatures. It may even be that nation's only warm-water port, hence the apparent prosperity. Almost like a Kiev or some such.

>>14093608
You have a point, but were missing a clue here.
Flowers. The girl seems to be carrying BOUGHT flowers of the exact same type. I think we're missplacing this image timewise. Those flowers, unless they grow randomly and she just happend to pick the into to huge baskets, purely for decoration (Perhaps som sun-god festivity?)
But if those are store bought flowers, we can expect the industry to be far enough advanced to
1: Cultivate Flowers
2: Produce enough food on few enough workers so that there would be time and manpower to spare to creat luxury items, such as grown flowers.

In the shop on the left on the first floor there are several flowers, but also what appears to be a spherical bird cage. Made either of wicker or brass.

On the second floor is what appears to be a grandfather clock. This says a lot about the technology level in the picture.

If you look closely at the buildings on the right, some of the plaster on the second level has chipped off revealing simple bricks.

While wood isn't a great insulator, brick is. It is for this reason I believe this to be located in a cold climate.

>>14093784
It gets colder quicker to the north east. I think modern-day Georgia or Turkmenistan.

>>14093784
Left to do:
-Form of government
-Primary exports
-Demographics
--Wealth distribution
-Religion

>>14093852
Perhaps flowers or perfumes are one such export? Like, say, the Dutch in the 17th century? The individual who has either purchased or is selling them in the foreground there seems to have some rather colorful garments. Assuming, of course, dyed cloth is expensive.

This is a fucking cool picture, dude. I'm making it my desktop background

>>14093829
Do we attribute their ability to focus on non-primary economic sectors and provide luxury goods to:
--Location? (Trade route, natural resources, etc.)
--Industry? (Improved efficiency)
--Magic? (Improving quality of life)

>>14093852
>-Form of government
Independent city-state. No clue on how it's ruled, but as a trade-based city (the mountain pass theory still seems most likely) in a low-fantasy setting this is the norm.

>-Primary exports
Probably a trade city. Given the location, they probably trade goods with port cities on the Mediterranean, with goods from the north/east. Possibly those yak goats.

>>14093852
- Probably feudalism
- My guess is that there is a surrounding farmland, so probably basic crops
- Can't think of it
- My guess is a fairly wealthy society, judging by the complexity of most of the clothing. Also, many people seem to be cheery and not depressed
- I'm thinking some form of pagan. Sun god, river god, moon god. Also, judging by the windmills, wind may be a very important sect of their religion, or their dairy life.

>>14093852
Form of government: Council of Elders
Primary Exports: Crops, if it's a mountain area there's probably a nearby mine.
Demographics: Primarily Caucasian
Wealth Distribution: Merchent class has the most
Religion: Pagan, sun focused. Probably a plant origin myth.

>>14093896
Location: Central Europe
Industry: Clockwork
Magic: Little to none

>>14093852

>Government

I'd say that it would be some kind of capitalist oligarchy, if we were going off of the merchant thing.

I was thinking something along the lines of the most wealthy merchants and groups meet in order to discuss and decide the laws

>-Form of government

Weren't the Gauls those that sent representatives from each village or group to discuss large matters while being mostly independent in their own settlements? That is pretty much what the turkish element would do too, with major clans controlling certain lands with other families inside.

So they just make a wide call whenever something big appears, but mostly they do business themselves

>Demographics
Judging by the architecture, turkish would be the main element and influence, with celtic being the encroaching or pioneering element.

>Wealth distribution
Seems they fare pretty well, INSIDE the city

>Religion
What were turks originally, animists?

>>14093852

>Wealth Distribution

From the look of the pic, I'd hazard a guess and say that there's a good amount of money to go around, so everyone gets a share of it

>>14093928
>>14093852
The necklace she's wearing is rather elaborate as well. Are we to assume it was imported or that they have fine metalsmiths themselves? I assume it might be locally made, as they may derive some wealth from a mine in yonder mountains.

>>14093896
- Plains at the base of a forested mountain. Wood is common on the mountain, probably a nearby river with food, and tons of room for farmland.
- Basic industry to improve crop growing, such as plows
- Minor magic. Possibly only royalty has magic powers? Or at least nobles. Same thing with industry, improves their harvesting skills and defense of caravans that are trading.

>>14093966
They look like a really well-rounded society. I'd assume that they have mostly every kind of profession.

>>14093896
I would prefer it to be option no 1 of the Natrual Resource flavour.
Trade Route-enriched cities tend towards overpopulation an misery, this looks far too idyllic.
Industry implies more other technologies, and I would want it to be "earlier in history" so to speak. Personal taste.
And not magic, one magic is the reason for the everyday workings of ANYTHING, you drift towards magicpunk or "high fantasy" as some call it.

>>14093972

>only royalty has magic powers

Maybe. It could be that the royalty WANTS people to think that, in order to keep some amount of mythic quality attributed to their name

>>14093964
I second this. It seems that the average wealth level of the citizenry is rather high.

The turkmen tribes have the tradition of doing fancy clothes, a task taken by women.

That might explain the nice details the population wears

>>14093994
Perhaps they descended from a powerful mage or mystic of some sort and wish to maintain that they, too, wield the powers of their ancestors.

>>14094019

The question is whether or not they really still have that magic power, then?

That could actually be a mechanic for character creation; have them roll to see if they have a magical lineage, then whether or not they know they have that capacity.

Then, the nobles might have a problem with the commoner mages, and do their best to either get rid of them or ostracize them

Granted, these are the ceremonial and special deisgns, but something more toned down would be the common thing for everyday wear

>>14094051
Capital idea! It might even make for an interesting plot-hook about the royalty.

>>14094051
ITT: /tg/ gets shit done!

I think that the location might be a valley. The street is not angled, so it is obviously flat. And in valleys, there is generally a lot of wind, which explains the windmills.

The society seems fairly wealthy judging by the overall positive-vibes that the facial expressions show. There is also an abundance of wealth, also judging by their clothes.

To keep with the everything-is-good theme, magic is probably used by doctors to help the sick, and possibly used by the royalty to seem as "chosen by the gods."

Religion is probably minor worship of a large amount of gods, with royalty being their figureheads.

Leadership could probably be feudalism. Royalty, nobles, then everyone else.

This city seems like it could be well rounded. Mining in the nearby mountains supply the buildings and blacksmiths. Probably tons of room for farmlands. Minor trade into the city, just judging by some of the diversity and caravans.

Anybody got an idea for the city/territory name?

>>14093784
I say the yaks are from lost Tocharia (also pseudo-celtic/turkic) and Ferenghia. Useful for wool, meat and milk- heavily used in the surrounding mountains.

Since climate varies over the centuries, this could be a wee bit colder than modern Galatia. I mean, Ankara gets some snow, but these people are prepared for some nasty cold of an entirely different magnitude.

Continental glaciation in Scandinavia? Mediterranean, Black and Red seas closed from the oceans?

>>14094078

Why thank you :)

>>14094097
Belham?

You all have done a wonderful job. I am so proud of you /tg/.

>>14094109
Bluepine Dell

>>14094109

This sounds cool. Anyone have any objections to the name?

Why would they have nobility? I haven't heard of turks of celts having nobility. More like local lords, though that may not fit with the huge city style of the pic

>>14094097
Havelum

>>14094087
One unresolved question. Is this a fantasy version of Earth, or are we repainting the world map and just taking the cultural attributes we're observing in the picture?

If=fantasy earth, I'm guessing we're deleting most monotheisms. How much does history resemble real history in that case?

>>14094109
>>14094148
>>14094150

A CHALLENGER APPEARS

Maybe put them together? Bluepine Belham?

That probably sounds silly

>>14094162
That does sound silly.

Now Belham Dell on the other hand...

>>14094155
You have to remember, it's only borrowing from Celtic ways.
Also
>>14094156
I like this name. It's, I guess you could call it soft, and friendly. Definitely welcoming.

>>14094150
I object. We should find a gosh-darn turko-celtic name, or at least not something from the British isles.

>List of kings of Galatia
>Brogitarius

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>>14094162
Perhaps the city/town/whatever of Belham is surrounded by the Bluepine Forest?

>>14094159
Near identical save for the landmasses and the introduction of low level magic.

>>14094181
I like it.

>>14094159

>or are we repainting the world map and just taking the cultural attributes we're observing in the picture?

Doesn't have to be a repaint. Shit could still be polytheistic, too

>>14094159
I just thought we were "borrowing" cultural similarities to earth, and using them to make our own society in this new world.

>>14094087
>Leadership could probably be feudalism.

Feudalism also implies an economic relationship, one which does not encourage economic growth and innovation. A simple monarch government, with perhaps magistrates and lawmakers collecting taxes, would be appropriate methinks.

Going along with the magical lineages and paranoid (if not repressive) regime... The society, following either a revolution or gradual shifts in governance through economic and social pressures, could transition to a more modern parliament-monarch system.

However, these stipulations about governmental systems and the such depend heavily on the abundance of natural resources, international competition, and perhaps general education level.

I really liked Belham Dell
Maybe "Dell" is an old word for valley or town or some such?

>>14094177
>King Brogitarius
Finally, I have found a man who is worthy of being my master.....

>>14094196
Perhaps it is a monarchy presiding over a feudal society, but has an assemblage of nobles or officials? Like, say, the Parlement in monarchical France before the Revolution?

>>14094206
A small, wooded valley is the meaning of the word, yes.

World Map maybe?

>>14094215
>>14094212

ALL BOW TO OUR BENEVOLENT MAGICAL KING BROGITARIUS

>>14094206
Belham is so... not nordic. I'd call it, British. I guess.
I still like Havelum. It sounds like a village.

>>14094232
In that case, what about Svaldhir or Jotunheim?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkish_folklore

There is a small section on Tree Worship. I present this as the main religious element of this galatian-esque society

>>14094215
>>Monarchy with feudal layers and a legislative cherry on top.
You mean a government that has organically evolved instead of rationally imposed by an organized revolution? Well yes, that's most governments for most of history. It should have all sorts of obsolete laws and offices that apply to things that no longer exist. And rotten boroughs, definitely rotten boroughs.

Lárchathair

it means inner city in Irish Gaelic, according to the internet. Town name, maybe?

>>14094249
Those don't sound, well, welcoming. They sound more serious. This city seems flowing. The name should have U's and M's. Those are "softer" letters.

>>14094249
That conjures up images of Dangerous places filled with Manly men doing Manly things, yelling SHOW ME YOUR HONOR at oneanother.

Belham Dell sound peaceful, serene yet chipper.
And the names need not be nordic do they? Don't we have enough almost-vikings in fantasy as it is?

>>14094256

Dat Sarcasm

It doesn't sound like that bad of an idea, honestly

>>14094230
-bows to King Brogitarius-

>>14094215
That sort of thinking (or the periods before the transition to parliament in the British Isles) is pretty much the right track. Spot on.
In order to flavor it a bit more simply look for elements of tribal and mid-east government that we could adapt... To get a more Turkish feel?

--Btw guys, important question:
-What kind of military does this place have / need? Are we talking wealthy venetian city-state with merc forces, Eastern slave armies, conscripted forces, mandatory service in the army...?

Also, where is the nearest large body of water/outlet to the ocean?

Captcha (and I kid you not):
>Gareasti infantry
We shall call them the Gar'Easti Infantry Corps

>>14094284
True. But Belham makes me feel like shitting the queen and drinking tea and eating crumpets.

>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trabzon

There are many names here. Pick one and modify it a bit. This place is a trade buffer

>>14094284

>Don't we have enough almost-vikings in fantasy as it is?

brofist.jpg

Have a nation filled with industrial machines with lobotomized subjects. The only unlobotomized group is the warrior class locked into machines. Possibly in a desert area.

>>14094256
Just trying to flesh it out a bit good sir. Any other things we might add to make the government feel more... vibrant?

>>14094284
Belham Dell sounds TOO peaceful and chipper to me. A century shouldn't go by without the place being burned to the ground by mercenaries and religious fanatics (hey, the German cities could handle it), and it should have a name to match.

>>14094221
So me making things up based on phonetics alone hit spot on the truth?
The linguist in me wants to research the iconicity of the word "Dell" now,

>>14094295
Abylum
Sincus
Cyblum

>>14094301

>more vibrant?

The Bureau of Vibrancy! It's whole job is to make things fun and... well... vibrant!

>>14094284
I see what you did there, and I lol'd heartily, sir.

>>14094295
Uzungol !! Ooh, I really like that name.

>>14094336
Sounds like what the other guy said
SHOW ME YOUR HONOR
>>14094317
these are some solid ideas

>>14094292
>-What kind of military does this place have / need? Are we talking wealthy venetian city-state with merc forces, Eastern slave armies, conscripted forces, mandatory service in the army...?

They are turcoceltics or something. Probably there is a draft for infantry, with irregular cavalry as the main corps. Retainer troops complete the ensemble

>>14094336
That sounds like an African nation that existed for five minutes, or a tribe of natives whose most advanced invention is the pointy stick.

>>14094292
I'd say give it a military where everyone is trained and expected to know how to fight. A holdover from when attacks were frequent. It's too big now to burn now, it's a town you need to take if you want to keep moving on with conquest. ANd the military training is kinda lax, more for tradition than anything.

As for water, since it is near the mounatins, how about numerous streams and wells from the melting snow pack.

>>14094336

Exotic enough for me

I think you lot pronounce Belham diffrently from me.
If you feel it brittish, you're probably pronouncing it "Bel'um" as in a british village name. I'm thinking more turkish pronouncination, maybe even something like Bel-Ham

>>14094292
Well, so far as the army goes, why not a little of both? Though I would suppose that would lead to the question: how is warfare in the region waged? Is it clashes between lines of infantry, like, say Greece and Rome, or is it more cavalry-oriented?

>>14094369
Thats how I was pronouncing it. Sounded british, proper.
It needs to be open, free-form.

>>14094369

I can get my Turkish friend in here to suggest some names if you guys would like.

Come one guys, let's not get caught up on the name!

Neighboring nations?
Population size?
Demihumans (yes/no, how many)?

>>14094336
>>14094366

Are we all settled on this name? I'm just going to throw out Talmeria and Baravost as possible choices as well.

>>14094420

It doesn't really fit, though

>>14094358
Old military structure of training everybody into a working force remains and makes the kingdom prosper in peace-time due to a large qualified workforce constructing things that will provide a long term benifit?
Going around building bridges, paving roads, draining swamps etc.
Much like the roman army, only the "Conquer everything fuck yeah" parts are long forgotten?
Obviously on a smaller scale.

>>14094420
Hell no, Uzungol sounds like something for a jungle setting.

Would the names of people there be Turkish as well?

>>14094419
Very few, all small villages. This seems like the epicenter of trade for a small group.
Large. Decent trading city, bound to get people in.
A few, but as neighboring cities. No actual conflict, the city seems to peaceful for war.

What about "Abylum Dell" for the valley/province and Cyblum for the city?

>>14094427
Perhaps like the Romans they have engineers? And perhaps it's a very prestigious position as a result of all the building. With the government being a feudal monarchy, the possibilities for corruption in such a system might lead to interesting adventures for low-level PCs.

>>14094381
Depends on how big the kingdom is. If it's a bunch of little principalities in the region, then it's mercenaries and city companies all the way.

If it's an isolated, small centralized kingdom, there might be a warrior-aristocracy with ties to the nearby wild horse tribes. And a local militia.

If its a big nation, then conscripts and martial tribes. Maybe soldier-farmers (like Byzantine Themata), if it's exceptionally well run.

>>14094439

Which demihumans?

I'd say Dwarves higher up in the mountains, then maybe gnomes getting their own little settlement out past the farmlands.

Elves, I think, should get a little break and not be around for once.

>>14094468

I'd go with the first one

Wow. I am definitely impressed at all this. And to think, the OP was only looking for already established settings. Well played /tg/!

>>14094433
Gol or Golu is Turkish for lake. So 'Lake Uzun'?

>>14094458
I don't like having two "lums"
Make it something else in Cyblum Dell.
I like Cyblum more than the other

>>14094468
Good point. We'll need to establish that then. I'm going to start by suggesting perhaps city-states led by a hegemon of some sort. Perhaps the city thus pictured.

>>14094463
I thought something like "What used to be the army are now mainly engineer corps".
It was a solution to avoid disbanding many regiments at once, something that is never good for the local popolus (Men with swords never go hungry). But the benifits showed up soon enough for them to be kept around.

>>14094507
Is that pronounced "se-blum"?

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>>14094530
I thought more
S-eye-blum
Although Cylum could also work, if nobody likes the B.

>>14094507
Cyblum Dell for the area and what for the city then?

Anyone objecting to Cyblum Dell btw?

>>14094554

I like it.

I think Lárchathair should be the name for the city

Okay, as I hear

It is galatian, mix of celts and turks
It is a trade city, so rich and well connected. Some sort of king or main family along with a council of other important people/relations
Demography calls for civilian army, called upon wartime. Big city means a body of permanent or rotating soldiers. Turks probably provide moslty horses and bowmen, celts provide mostly line infantry.
Religion would be some sort of paganism, no defined pantheon, probably naturalistic

>>14094554
Denerus perhaps?

>>14094586

That's a good sum up so far

Now all we need is a goddamn name

>>14094468
>If it's an isolated, small centralized kingdom,
>there might be a warrior-aristocracy with ties
>to the nearby wild horse tribes. And a local
>militia.

To further support this concept... Look at the yaks and the wagon full of travelers. This image makes me think of a nearby group of semi-nomadic tribes (mongols, native scandinavians, etc.) who follow these large yak herds and depend on them to survive. They are able to live better off then they would normally due to their close proximity to the trade city (Belhalm or Cyblum or whathaveyou).

Furthermore, a simple training regimen that all male citizens must complete seems very fitting for this rather "light" and apparently peaceful city.

>>14094572
Not too sure. I think a city of modest means yet of some renown should have a somewhat shorter, more recognizable name for the surrounding peoples to call it.

>>14094587
Like Denerus here. Perhaps simple Dener.

>>14094572
It doesn't seem, simple.
I think we really want to portray a "simplistic lifestyle" vibe. If this was a D&D setting for example, it would be a city where you could do errands for different people. Minor fighting. It would be a good place to rest.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=cyblum%20dell

Vote it up!

>Lárchathair

+1 vote
Very nice-sounding name.

>>14094601
The City of Dener in Cylbum Dell. Ruled by King Brogitarius.

People like?

>>14094619
Done

>>14094627
And I like it.

>>14094606

Good point, didn't think of that.

Going with the Irish Gaelic, how about naming it "Baile?"

It means "Town"

>>14094587
>>14094601

Fucking like it.

What did you think about the engineering army idea´?

Cibul

We keep the latin lettering but have the turkish bul, denoting a pronunciation change

alright. I'll do a quick writeup if you give me a moment. Then we can work and edit from that.

>>14094627
Glorius

>>14094633
I like it.

>>14094635
And I think I could go with it, although with the ci- this and cy- that, it could get a smidgeon confusing.

>>14094638

Do it bro

>>14094638
Can't wait!

I'm fine with any name, guys. Anything will do really!
>alright. I'll do a quick writeup if you give me >a moment. Then we can work and edit from that.

Awesome. -cracks knuckles in anticipation-
My goal is to develop quests and scenarios.

Does anyone want to get started on NPCs?
- Are there guilds? (fighter's guild, engineer's guild, places of scholarship, etc.)
- Do we have a captain of the city guard?
- Are there any notorious criminals?
- If we go with the yak-herd group nearby, what would their leader's name be?
- Do we have a national symbol? Anyone want to design a crest? (Wikipedia has a lot of stuff on heraldry and all)

>>14094638
>>14094638
>>14094638
>>14094638
>>14094638
>>14094638
>>14094638
>>14094638

AGH THE WAITING MY 19 YEAR OLD MIND CAN'T TAKE IT

>>14094696
Let's make an NPC out of the flower girl.

Dener, Cylbum Dell
King Brogitarius leads his people of the Dell. He is a wise and amiable leader.
Magic is used by Royalty and Nobles of Cyblum Dell. It is revered and thought of as a gift from the Gods.
Their Gods are natural, and are represented by the Sun, Moon, Winds, and Rivers as examples. There are plentiful amounts of them.
Cyblum Dell is a large valley between two large mountains (Need names, something with South and North, or East and West) and there is a plentiful amount of land that is used as farmland. The (needs a name) river goes curved down the valley, nestled between the two mountains.
Dener is a hub of trade from the surrounding villages. It is culturally diverse, especially compared to other cities. The military is made of a local militia, and in times of need more are recruited. There are benefits to joining the militia and not being drafted, so many people sign up for it. Festivities are held on the Summer and Winter solstices.


Alright I added a few of my own things. Sorry that it's messily written, it's late.

I'll be back tomorrow, it is now 5:am DON'T GO ANYWHERE

Best thread since "Come at me bro/dave/ohshitit'snotyourbaby dave"

>>14094715
That looked like so much more in word, I swear.

>>14094696

>Are there guilds? (fighter's guild, engineer's guild, places of scholarship, etc.)
I think it should be Unions instead of guilds. Rangers would go to the Hunter's Union, Fighters go to the Mercenary Union, and so forth. What I was thinking:

>Fighters = Mercenary Union or Soldier's Union
>Rangers = Hunter's Union
>Cleric = Their church lol
>Paladin = as Cleric
>Rogue = Acquisitions? Fuck, I dunno
No idea about anything else

>>14094696
>Guilds
I'd think there would be of the basic trades of the town: Adventuring, engineering, herding, scholarship, etc.

>Guards
Of course, there's a captain of the city guard. The name Taraklet comes to mind for some reason.

>Criminals
Nothing particularly notorious, but there seems to be a cult of some heretical religion heading right to Dener, according to some of the travelers passing through town.

>Yak Herd
No clue about the name, but having a female in the post would make for some significance in her position.

>Crest
Drawfag though I may be, I am awful at heraldry.

>>14094715
>Mountains need names

West Spine and East Spine? I always associate mountains with backbones

>River
The Po River

>Are there guilds? (fighter's guild, engineer's guild, places of scholarship, etc.)
Scholarship would fit with the city life and melting pot style of the city. Probably some sort of state barracks for seasonal training of able men.

>Do we have a captain of the city guard?
Appointed by the ruling family and its council

>Are there any notorious criminals?
How about, being a trade center, they consider most criminals come from outside or neighboring interests trying to cause instability the region?

>If we go with the yak-herd group nearby, what would their leader's name be?
Beats me

>Do we have a national symbol? Anyone want to design a crest? (Wikipedia has a lot of stuff on heraldry and all)
Going by the tree worship post, probably a thin tree with numerous young branches sprouting of it, representing the main government and all the minor clans and groups

>>14094765
Po sounds Asian.

Also, Spines generally imply longness. These are more, giant mountains, not really a long range. At least in my mind.

>>14094789

For the Po thing, I was actually thinking Edgar Allen Poe.

Maybe West Backbone and East Backbone instead?

>>14094789
Well, it is asia minor

How about Dardanus?

>>14094715
>Mountains
The area is Cyblum Dell, correct? How about the Cynargh to the north and the Cylusor to the south as the mountains?

>>14094823
The Dardanus sounds very spiffy too!

>>14094810
Oh, might be cool then.

And thats... exactly the same.
I was thinking something like, Rising Mountain, and Setting Mountain. Something to do with the sun or moon, since those could be one of the large things they worship

>>14094765
>>Mountain names.
I'll steal from one of my previous threads. The Tall Keets (which implies a mountain range called the Low Keets), and the White Mountains.

I'm writing a low fantasy setting and system at the moment. Uploading the new website as I type actually

>>14094789

It isn't actually.

>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Po_(river)

>>14094777
One such example of "outsider trouble" is Kedurn, a wily bandit that lives in the deep woods and bothers the yak/goat caravans from time to time. Maybe.

River Po actually exists in Italy. And it's the most important river in the country. The Po Valley was first an important agricultural part of Italy (Going back to Roman times.) and is today the main industrial area of the country. One third of Italian population lives in the Po Valley today. The river itself also goes through many important historical cities, and is even connected to the city of Milan through a series of channel constructed by none other than Leonardo da Vinci.

The more you know.

>>14094823
>>14094843
This
is
brilliant.
Someone else should write this up since I'm going to sleep.

Dener, Cylbum Dell
King Brogitarius leads his people of the Dell. He is a wise and amiable leader.
Magic is used by Royalty and Nobles of Cyblum Dell. It is revered and thought of as a gift from the Gods.
Their Gods are natural, and are represented by the Sun, Moon, Winds, and Rivers as examples. There are plentiful amounts of them.
Cyblum Dell is a large valley between two large mountains, Cynargh to the North and Cylusor to the South. and there is a plentiful amount of land that is used as farmland. The Dardanus river goes curved down the valley, nestled between the two mountains.
Dener is a hub of trade from the surrounding villages. It is culturally diverse, especially compared to other cities. The military is made of a local militia, and in times of need more are recruited. There are benefits to joining the militia and not being drafted, so many people sign up for it. Festivities are held on the Summer and Winter solstices.
There are a few major sections of the city. There is a militaristic district, where blacksmiths and the barracks reside. It is towards the front of the city. There is also the trade district, where the commoners and merchants mostly reside. There is also the scholar district, where there are libraries and schools. There is a public school for all who have a parent with a job. It is large and only teaches basics.

>>14094872
>>14094875

The 4chan hivemind at work

>>14094902

This is good vibes here

>>14094902
Alright I'm going to sleep. Someone else keep track of this and post the link to the archive tomorrow.

>>14094923
Sleep well. My inner writefag wants to do something with this.

>>14094927

Same here

I have an idea on how Dener started

I made my take on the city emblem.

First, think family tree. Instead of a tree though the emblem consists of boughs wrapped together in blue and yellow ribbon (colors taken from original picture) to represent the city's unity. Furthermore, the natural separation of the boughs represents that while they may be varied and different and come from different families, the citizens of the city are united through their citizenship and (in their hearts).

Just remember it is more armenian or anatolian rather than full-on western

This is the best thread I've seen on /tg/ in a while.

>>14094965
>united through their citizenship and (in their hearts).
>united through their hearts
>mfw

>>14094927
Just be sure to save the original copy, so if people don't like something, you can switch back.

Let's place it on the map now then.

>>14095010
>>14095010
Woahhhhhhh.

>>14095010
To the mid-right there is something very similar to the Black Sea, where asia minor would be. Just south of that place sounds right

>>14095010

>>14095031
We're going to have to place it near elevation.
Were you thinking of the coastal area or farther right than I think you are thinking of?

>>14095052
Actually I meant the body of water to the right of that, since they would be very different if they had acces to the open sea

>>14095052
The culture aspect would reflect its real world counterpart, but dener would be situated between mountains and a more alpine climate as was previously decided. hmm.

>>14095073
Derp, my bad. This better?

This.
Thread.

This.
Thread.
Is.
Awesome.

Look at Trabzon

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trabzon

Far from the ocean, but near the great inner sea. plenty of hills too

Guy who posted the map here.

What about these areas? Marked with arrows with my preference reinforced with a red circle

>>14095097
Works for me. Trees and hills near, cold mountains to the east.

This is my take on it.
Orange = Asia-like area
Purple arrow = Flow of trade between continents
Yellow star = Us
Red Arrow = European-like countries

Now, the purple arrow represents the flow of trade between these two potential continents. What made Turkey rich? The silk road. That's where we want our city to be, and the crossroads that meet at the mountain passes make for a very strong artery of trade.

>>14095122

We're hivemind-ing it up.

>>14095151

I think
>>14095097
would be more likely. After all, no reason to go around the whole continent, when they can just go by land or the inner sea, jump south-west and deliver after a short sea trip by the narrow pass between the orange area and red area

>>14095214
What I'm trying to work around is the already-established mountain location of our city. I totally see what you mean.
Gimme one second to brainstorm.

This is my first attempt at writefaggotry. This is how I see Dener and Cyblunm Dell coming to be.

The nobles tell of their magical ancestry. They speak at length of the wizardry inherited through their blood, of the first ruler of Cyblum Dell, Adelaide the Great, and of the creation of Dener, a vital trade hub between the great mountains of Cynargh and Cylusor. As many times as the nobles use "great" to describe the founding of Dener, they tend to forget the humble beginnings of a great civilization.

>>14095290
between the hills south of the inner sea, maybe? That seems like a good place for domesticated yaks

>>14095293

She arrived many Solstices ago, bearing a great boon with which to unite the small farming communities at the base of the mountains. Historical texts document Adelaide coming at the dawn of the Summer Solstice, traveling at the front of a great herd of yaks. Adelaide arrived along with her three sons, Adil, Ekrem and Adem; and her daughter, Ebru. When the scattered farmers came to her with questions, they could not understand her at first, for she spoke a tongue foreign to their ears. After some time listening to their tongue, Adelaide weaved her hands and muttered, then spoke in a way that every dialect could be heard in her voice, and every person could understand her and be understood.

>>14095323

Adelaide and her children built their own homestead, which they named Dener. In time, farmers came and expressed their wishes to utilize Adelaide's herd of yaks to better their farms and yield a greater crop. Adelaide at first agreed, but she began to refuse the farmers who came to her when they continued to use the yaks for longer and longer times, to the point where some of the creatures dropped from exhaustion. It was Adil who offered a bargain; the farmers could keep the yaks, in exchange for their crop. It was an exchange that benefitted all.

>>14095342

In time, Adelaide's yaks were widespread, and many people began to spread word of her supernatural skills. Farmers began to follow her, and treat her as a leader. Many years went by, and Dener became a place seen by many as the only acceptable place to trade goods. Adelaide's family all were able to stake their own claims to renown and recognition Adil became the authority on value and made every trade fair. Ekrem grew to be a great smith, creating the first forge in the region of human make, rather than the overly complicated forges the Dwarves in the mounatins refused to share. Adem was a strong man from the day he was born, leading a group of willing conscripts to battle against a group of marauders in defense of Dener's growing population. Ebru became a lady of culture, crafting a language for every person in the city to share. She called the language Common, to symbolize the intended equality of the people of the valley.

>>14095390

But it was Adelaide who stood at the center of Dener. She built the first palisades that marked the valley's borders. She created a system of currency with which to lessen the complications of trade. She did not, however name herself queen; that was the grateful first generations of farmers and traders who owed their livelihoods and their newfound prosperity to the wonderous, magical woman who had improved their lives so greatly.

>>14095342

I am enjoying reading this.

>>14095313

Here is my second attempt to explain the location. Discussion is welcome.
>I have expanded potential trade destinations to the south and the west, with the far west being exotic islands (spices, dyes, fruits, etc.) that many wish to trade with. In order to transport goods between Asia and the spice islands the best route (by land) is to go through the mountains.
Furthermore, when considering trade with the south, I think weather and climate considerations would be important. That sea looks rather equatorial- which I take to mean monsoons and heavy storms. This would make a land route much more economically viable. (I doubt it would completely ruin the sea route though. But that's okay.)

*** Note: The names have no meaning whatsoever. I don't know why I keep calling it Asia. It just struck me as an Asian area.

>>14095434

In time, Adelaide aged and died, though few know her actual age at the time of her death. Some speculate that she was over two hundred Solstices old, though they cannot say how many specifically. There are others who claim that she did not die, but rather moved into an ethereal state in which to protect and aid the people of her city. Her eldest son, Adil, took the role of leader and proved able, though not nearly as omnipotent as his mother. Dener did nothing but grow, and soon the kingdom of Cyblum Dell became known as the greatest trading center in the known world.

>>14094927
The very first time I laid eyes upon the city of Dener, my breath was taken away. Sure, there’s many a city in the valleys of the world, but nothing quite like this. Somehow a little trading outpost in one of the craggiest spots along the River Dardanus, nestled in the jagged teeth of the mountains of Cynargh to the north and Cylusor in the south grew into a sprawling city known all around. And here I was from the Imperial seat by King Brogitarius’s divine graces to train a militia who seemed to be doing just fine without me. But by His word, I was a determined man of thirty summers willing to take on the task.

Not surprisingly, the very idea of an agent of the Empire coming in to reform the hard work of the Union of the City Guard was laughable, at best. Sure, I had a proven record in some of the recent campaigns in the far west, taking my fair share of the honors, but the guys who filed in front of me were some of the hardiest I have ever seen. Granted, their skills were patchwork and they lacked the finesse and discipline of soldiers such as me, but they showed their ability to improvise in a pinch. I suppose it was just the way things are in Dener, given all the peoples and cultures which cross through its walls every day. You never know what sort of foe you may run across in a place like this.

While they were reluctant to the regimen I prescribed upon them at first, they eventually caught on. The stocky and somewhat pudgy lot of them started to tone up and trim down. Their swordsmanship began to take on a much more precise quality. They started to look more like the sort of role models the youth should look up to. Of course, there were those who simply couldn’t take the routine, the exercise, the practice. They were more concerned in other pursuits, some of which understandable, some of which downright repulsive. But by the time I was done with those who stuck around, they became quite a fighting force.

>>14095487
Some of those who put down the blade eventually tried to spread the idea of a conspiracy. A foul lie attempted to take root in Dener over the winter months, an accusation of the King trying to manipulate the city from the inside out. It is no secret that the city enjoys a degree of sovereignty compared to the rest of the King’s realm, able to effectively govern itself with little intervention from the Empire’s agents. A number of those who quit the Guard tried to incite a revolt in the Trading District, with plans to spread it through the Scholastic District, then finally to the Barracks to rout me out of town. While I was certainly aware of the plot underfoot, I noticed something happening in my favor during that time. Some of the townsfolk were actually looking up to the new Guard, especially after a slight brush with a thorny cult trying to proselytize their Death Gods to the people.

It was almost just as I had thought it would go down. The riot never took hold, even in the Trading District where some of the yak herders weren’t too thrilled about us monitoring their opium trade closer than we used to. I believe some of the elders apprehended the ringleader of the bunch before I even arrived at the scene. The perpetrator, a portly fellow who went by the name of Gallask, was a routine troublemaker a long time running. Though we were hardly needed in this case, the people still lauded the Guard for being there for them and handling the case quickly thereafter. From there, they would rely on us when raiders from without and criminals from within would threaten Dener’s peace. Sure, there haven’t been any circumstances as heroic as, say, the Siege of Banustrel, but the people looked to us and saw a force worthy of their admiration.

That is more than enough to keep ol’ Captain Taraklet in Dener. Even with the recommendations from the Legion to bring me back into their fold…

>>14095468
Not bad. But, and I hope this was your intention - none of this is actually true. It's a myth, a legend to explain the origins of a city in the same way that the Romans used Romulus and Remus.

>and soon the kingdom of Cyblum Dell became known as the greatest trading center in the known world.

This is clearly propaganda.

>>14095487
>>14095468
This just keeps getting better and better.
You should all count yourselves fortunate to have been a part of this magical thread.
Me? I count myself grateful.
>This is awesome.
>You guys are awesome.
>AWESOME

>>14095468

The nobles now are somewhat pompous, but their posturing does little to effect the legend of their common ancestor. The region of Cyblum Dell is now seen as something of an ideal country, protected by its trading allies to the North and South, and by its huge civilian militia. The one time war was declared, in the time of King Ashtear, the people found themselves beset from several sides by Orcish war parties hailing from the dictatorship of Seneca. The people not only defended themselves ably, but the nobles took their magical ancestry to the test, and brought fire to the Senecan armies. That was over seventy years ago now, and even today the Orcs coming to Dener are somewhat apologetic of their grandparent's actions.

>>14095517
how large is the kingdom of Cyblum Dell compared to the world? Is it a tiny, but wealthy nation state like Switzerland? or an influential and powerful empire?

>>14095557
Seems like Cyblum Dell would be something more akin to Switzerland, but also with a great deal of renown (or infamy) to influence affairs from afar. Perhaps it's that terrifying army of theirs just sitting in the wings which can crush its neighbors if it so well wished to...

>>14095550

No one knows yet what the new King Brogitarius will accomplish in his time; Will he conscript great armies with which to conquer the lands around Cyblum Dell? Will he make the city one of learning? Teach the magical powers of his bloodline to the common folk? Or will he stick to trade, adding to the rumoured mountains of gold the royal family has locked away? Only time will tell...

aaaaand FINITO!

Captain Taraklet sounds like a bro, elegan/tg/entleman, and a badass.

>>14095517
And we're doing low fantasy, here! No superpowerful families. No magic dwarves in close contact with mountain-living humans.

And this Adelaide's magic is too blunt, too mighty. There is a price to everything, and everything has a price.

So we need to ask ourselves, why would a witch-woman draw people to Dener? What hidden purpose did she serve?

>>14095517

Of course, man. Up until the Orcish war party thing, I was imagining it being the kind of bedtime story you tell children at night when it's cold

>>14095620

Really? The only real magic I wrote in there was a Tongues spell. Everything else was just force of personality

>>14095629
Are we doing Orcs? Because I don't like Orcs in this.

Can we repurpose Orcs as some kind of human horde, or what these people might call brigands?

>>14095602
Just the kind of person for people to look up to, in times of peace and war. I can imagine a scenario where great war strikes Dener, perhaps as a result of Taraklet refusing to return to the Imperial seat to take his place in the Legion. It is then revealed to the populace just why Taraklet has the honors he has.

>>14095620
Some intrigue is always needed for a city like Dener. It's too well-known, the people too well-liked, and its coffers too well-filled for there NOT to be some deep dark secret about it.

She is a form of undead which thrives off of latent energy that is given off by large communities of thriving people.
Her descendants also share this trait.

It's much like farming livestock.

>>14095585
Economically powerful countries, especially in a setting like this should be difficult to invade, which is already covered by the whole mountain thing to the north and south, and if we're following something akin to a kingdom near the sea, it'll have that added protection. A Merchant nation should have a good navy...

Furthermore, Dener, is it the capital city?

>>14095660

Yeah, easily.

>Orcs
>becomes Senecans, to keep continuity with the story

>>14095675
Well, I did mention an Imperial seat in the writefaggotry I did. But I'd think Dener is just a big city in an already prosperous kingdom. Perhaps talks were had of moving the capital to Dener due to its success?

I feel that this setting would be more about political intrigue rather than super-happy-fun-adventure-time.

>>14095664
It's been done.

>>14095725
Just about everything's been done in fantasy settings that most of us know about. But yeah, too much magic for a low-magic setting, really. Would be fun for an low-magic-turned-epic-fantasy setting though.

The Great Fountain of Dener is a symbol of inspiration. A symbol of beauty.
The people of Dener routinely kneel to worship and praise our founders, our livelihood, our beautiful city.
There is no one in Dener who would find the cruelty in their heart to desecrate the fountain- to do that would be... It would be a crime against the heart of Dener itself.
So why, then... why, I ask you-- why would someone commit such an act?

The young woman's words are drowned by her sobs and muffled by her cold hands. Try as you might, she will tell you no more about what happened at the last Festival of the Solstice.

>>14095701
If this were to be a setting for a game, then Dener would be good city to begin in. Enough variety and and vibrance as well as intrigue, both political and economical, for a fair game.

A realistic take would be best I think, maybe like Howl's Moving Castle, but with toned down magic.

>>14095767
I agree. Just enough magic around to keep the players on their toes in sticky situations, but nothing to blow away the competition, so to say. For instance, the highest mages have JUST figured out how to cast Magic Missile. Avoid THOSE fuckers at all costs!

Alright, writefag who did Adelaide here, it's 9:17 ish Pacific time, I'm so fucking proud of you guys, you don't even know, but I need to get up at 6 tomorrow morning. I am honored to have been a part of this thread, though, I just want you guys to know that.

I fucking love the internet sometimes... :-)

>>14095797
And seems that I am being summoned by a friend for something not as awesome as this. I'll be back ASAP.

>>14095743
Point. I'm the one who brought up the idea of the founder having some secret witchcraft-y motivations, but terrifying undead horror seems a bit blatant.

Suppose she's a sorceress member of some oppressed ethnic group - the kingdom's gypsies. She - with her family - move to Dener, and settle down with their yaks, but try to keep a low profile. But, for some reason, they decide to not only stay, but to help foster a city. Why?

Well, here's the first two thoughts that come to mind.

Either, this family found something, and stayed.

Or, - and I think this fits better, Adelaide has a prophetic dream. Build a city here, and defend. Why do you need palisades? To keep something out. Why commerce? To get people to stay here.

But the people of Dener have forgotten their founder's vow. And now, what they fear is coming...

The Black fucking Company.

Read it.

Wizards are 'holy shit we better kill them first'

And good look killing them cause they know it. And there's fucking soldiers everywhere. And people who aren't soldiers? Get raped. By the main characters.

>>14095797
The thing is that if magic is too rare, we'd be playing a very normal game with nothing to differentiate from our world circa early renaissance.

I propose certain types of magic to be more common, relatively, so that its still extremely rare. Maybe passive herbal magic to help crops grow, and one person in an entire village would have enough expertise to practice that magic with amateur skill.

>>14095877
I actually was thinking of the Black company, maybe not the grittiness but the rarity and real threat of magic

I highly recommend reading the Black Company series as well.

>>14095906
Green Ronin publishing.
Mythis Vistas titles
The Black Company.

You know how many magic items there are in the world? 8.
8 fucking magic items. And only two of them are weapons. One's a spear. The other's a lance.

These are the classes:
Academician. Berserker. Fighter. Jack-of-all-Trades. Noble. Ranger. Scout. Thief. Weapon Master. Wizard. Zealot.

Zealots are not clerics. They are low fantasy (ie: godless) paladins.

Thats right. They are fucking WRONG but they BELIEVE so much that they're right that when they hit you, and they think their god wants you dead? YOU WILL FEEL IT.

Wow guys. I'm the OP and I have to applaud you guys. I step out for dinner about 5 posts in and I come back to THIS?
/tg/ gets shit DONE!

>>14095886
I suppose you have a point there. Perhaps make the more common magics into useful things, like the growth magics that support agriculture, divine graces which make soldiers stronger in times of need, and magics which enhance one's force of personality, I'd think. Nothing terribly breaking except for the legends and bedtime stories, but you get the point.

>>14096218
You're welcome.

>>14093360

I think a lot of people are overlooking the architecture. The buildings are flat-roofed, which generally indicates that there is either no or very little snow in any given year, which would indicate either a nearly subtropical region or a desert one. Considering the amount of wood we see and the tarp in the background, desert seems pretty unlikely; they are likely near a forest, though its size is indeterminate.
Then we see the yak pulling the covered wagon. This indicates that the yak is either leaving on a long journey or comes from a far away place; considering its wooly hide, the latter is likely the case. This may very well be a trading town, servicing caravans from the colder regions as they transport goods.
Now look at the girl in the foreground. Her dress, if we look at her sleeves, is clearly custom-tailored to fit her; it's also elaborate and has many decorative elements. Together this implies she's rather well-off. If she just bought those flowers there, that would indicate a high-end market district, but then you have the travelers walking through that same district; perhaps this is an egalitarian society.

>>14096255
Well, the subtropical, forest climate would still work in a valley. As for the culture, I think we agreed that it is indeed an egalitarian society centered around Dener's position as a trade hub.

>>14096287
don't be silly, forests don't work in valleys

>>14096353
Can too.

>>14095764

Pale light falls onto the carpeted floor, and motes of dust fall upon centuries-old stonework. The moment is shattered as the king’s gloved fist slams the oaken table.
“I will know how this was allowed to happen, Taraklet!” The king, covered in heavy and impressive cloths and jewels, stands to address the Captain of the Guard sternly: “I refuse to allow such crime, such desecration, in MY city on MY festival!”
“I understand my lord, and we’re doing the best-“
“SILENCE!” The fist once more slams onto the wood. “You will remember, Captain, that this is MY domain, and MY castle. Whilst I speak you shall not speak. You shall listen, man, and you shall listen well.”
“ I find it insulting- so very insulting- that despite the courtesy of this kingdom. Despite MY most gracious acceptance of your request you fail to properly serve and protect the kingdom. And, no less, on one of its most holiest of days… And you then have the gall to affront me in my own castle?” The king raises his finger to point at the heavily armored man across from him. “If not respect I would think they would have taught you discipline at academy, Taraklet”
His eyes shut -mind running through the Hymns of Patience- Taraklet leaves his head bowed as he responds to the king. “Yes, m’lord.”

>>14096378
That's not a valley, that's a dale.

>>14096401
Yet the kingdom is called Cyblum Dell. I'll leave you to the geography, I'll pay more attention to the fluff for now.

>>14096409
Yeah but a Dale and a Dell aren't the same thing, you're thinking of a Gully.

>>14096382
And Taraklet in trouble with the King. *grabs popcorn*

>>14096427
Then what is this?

>>14096382
His eyes shut -mind running through the Hymns of Patience- Taraklet leaves his head bowed as he responds to the king. “Yes, m’lord.”
The king’s lets out an exasperated sigh. Turning about, he walks to one of the large windows in the room to peer at the city below. His brows come together. His lips turn to a sneer.
“Come.”
Taraklet rises from the high-backed seat and the Captain joins the king at the window. The view of the city at dusk is marvelous, though the hue and tone of the clouds- as if streaked with blood- speaks too much of this afternoon.
“The people of this city have a thorough understanding of Dener, Taraklet.” Closing his eyes, the king continues in a sharp tone. “Duty. Respect. Tradition.” The king tightens his grip on the edge of the windowsill. “Order.” His eyes once again open, and he turns to face the captain as he continues. “This city thrives on a careful balance which I strive daily to maintain, Taraklet. The merchants vie for control of the markets and accost me, asking to control the flow of foreign goods and allow them to ship opium in order to strengthen the city economically. Hrmph. The guardsmen demand higher pay, as do the constables and the magistrates.” The king laughs. “The people lament the flood of refugees and immigrants from our poorer and war-ravaged neighbors.” His face again loses all humor. “I have to constantly maintain a strong border lest we are overrun by flea-infested mongrels begging through the streets.” The king clenches his right fist and pounds it on the windowsill. “More, they all demand. More, more- and I have already given them so much. So much do I give, Taraklet. All of this land, the wealth, the city itself… all of it is rightfully mine by birth and through the determination of nature itself. Everything the citizens own is rightfully mine, and I may rightfully take it all back should I ever want to. That includes your position, Taraklet."

>>14096382
Doesn't sound very benevolent of BROgitarius.

"I gracefully gave you the position, through the goodness in my heart. It is my power that you hold- not your own. Oh, no. Drive that miserable thought from your head… And drive any hope of remaining captain from your head as well should you fail to find me that criminal. I want him brought before me, publicly… I will never stand to see such ingratitude go unpunished. I host the Solstice Celebration, in honor of our city’s heritage and my ancestors, for all the people to partake in. It is ingratitude- if not malicious heresy – to ruin my celebration by desecrating the sacred fountain.”

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“Yes, m’sire. It was surely a despicable act.”
“Despicable fails to describe what has transcended today, Captain… You fail to understand and appreciate that which is not yours.” The king sneers and shakes his head in disappointment. “Kneel.”
Taraklet descends to one knee, head bowed, in front of the Brogitarius.
“Swear your fealty to me and accept your responsibility, as you are indebted to me, to catch this enemy of the royal throne and thus the kingdom.”
“ I do swear, my lord. I so vow to catch this criminal, and-“
The king’s hand strikes Taraklet across the face, knocking him aside and onto the cold floor.
“Never forget, Captain- never forget your debt to me and your vow. You SHALL catch this criminal, and you shall bring him before me or be considered a criminal yourself. Leave this hall, man, and do not return until you have done as you are told.” The king’s eyes lay dispassionately on the captain’s visage, though his mouth and brow betray a deep-rooted anger.
“Yes, your majesty…” Replies the captain, rising from the floor and bowing his head. Taraklet, again reciting hymns, then strides out of the hall.
The noise of his greaves striking the stone floor trails off, and the soft hymns in the soldier’s mind are replaced by thoughts of violence.
Crimes will not go unpunished.

>>14096462
May not be Brogitarius. Perhaps a successor to a slain Brogitarius. Dun dun DUUUN!

>>14096445
That's called a moraine.

>>14096463
Either i don't understand and comprehend the gravity of the desecration, or King Brogitarius isn't so brosome as i thought >_>

>>14096480
Not too sure about what happened as well, but I have a feeling that Taraklet's badassery will come forth in the future...

>>14096478
The accumulation of sediment and such is the moraine. The v-shape you see there, though, is a valley.
I'm not sure if you're trolling, so 5/10.

>pic related: it's also a valley- it is simply a flat one.

>>14096512
Technically that's a crick.

>>14096502
>>14096480

The plot (where the PC comes in) is investigating into the crime with Taraklet.
And no, King Brogitarius wasn't such a bro. But that is just my take on the situation.

PC or PCs take over as members of guard under command of Taraklet. Investigation ensues.

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We know that the area doesn't get a lot of snow, and we know there tends to be rain in this part of the year at least. There are three climate patterns this falls into:
Mediterranean
Humid Subtropical
Oceanic

From the presence of the yak and covered wagon, we can guess that the town exists along a (presumably lengthy) land trade route, and probably isn't coastal, though that doesn't necessarily imply it's very far inland. Perhaps this area lies at a low-lying isthmus between two mountainous regions.

>>14096540

Goodnight, guys. I'll post more fluff as I write it. Dener will always live on in my heart.

>>14096590
Sleep well, and working on a sketch of Taraklet

>>14096540

I feel like wherever the plot begins, the original OP's art should be shown as an art reference at some point.

>>14096595
Awful sketch, not too thrilled about the jacket-a-ma-jig, but the general idea is nice to me.

>>14096628
And yes. Wouldn't be the setting without the picture that started it all.

>>14093360
There's something hanging from the 4th window from the left... wonder what that is? Looks like a face. Maybe King Brogitarius?

>>14096724
I didn't notice that before. Mayhaps so.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGsxgJkDjsE&feature=related
thread background music

Plothooks?

So I was thinking If the OP's picture is taken from the view of Taraklet.
Let's say It's the point of his story when he has no more than a week to return to his king. He feels that he is going to lose at life, no matter the choice.
But then, he is approached by a mysterious woman.
"It is a very pleasant day, Isn't It? Makes you want to stop the time like that forever"
And so, Taraklet meets one of the local goddesess.

What would the players do, upon encountering a wealthy city, where everything exists in one day loop?
Would they help the only man who remembers everything and greatly suffers from this curse? Would they help Captain Taraklet?

>>14096804
Nice song. Also, I like that hook a great deal!

Fuck I gotta go to work.

Somebody archive this later

This thread makes me happy.

>>14096834

already done.

>>14096834
Already there.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14093360

>>14096834
Already archives, hells yeah!

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>>14096845
And here we go, hiveminding again.

Just read through the entire thread. So. Much. Epic. I transitioned from laughing my ass off at the climatological debates to suddenly finding myself sitting very far forward in my seat thinking, "Wait, this is actually the coolest thread ever." I wish I could come up with such amazingly detailed descriptions for my campaign settings. You all are an inspiration. I really wish I didn't have a midterm in 9 hours... I think I may undertake to do a wee bit of fluff writing of my own, just to feel like I contributed. Hope it ends up being nearly as good as what came before me.

>>14096894
Focus on the midterm. If the thread is gone, make a new one with your fluff.

>>14096907
Also, you're very welcome.

Off to bed with me. Hope to see the thread here tomorrow.

Nothing has been said of the royal family beyond Brogitarius, and the Blood in the Fountain fluff seems to highly suggest that someone was killed in the fountain.
Perhaps it was an aristocrat or member of the royal family?
I could see Brogitarius as originally being a bro- but somehow he lost his family and now has to start over. It's driven him mad. He clings to the sparse things he has left in the world to call his own and the smallest of affronts is enough to set him off.
1. This would explain Taraklet's passiveness.
2. This would explain the king's anger.

Perhaps the perpetrator holds no kindness for the state and/or its royalty? A jaded criminal, aiming to strike down the king for whatever reason.
PC enters quest with the intention to solve a high-profile crime in a relatively peaceful city.
Embarks on a journey of intrigue and discovery, eventually meeting the king himself.
The king confides in this brave stranger. Then(suddenly badguy) the king is stricken down; there is a felling blow. In his last few words the king leaves his kingdom to...

That's for someone else to decide.

>>14096982
I salute you.
I will carry the thread like a babe as long as I can.
I hope to nurture it and see it grow.

>>14096994
I like to thing King BRO is a BRO at least at some point. Maybe, with the help of the PCs, the King will see what he's become and go back to being the Benevolent man everyone knew and loved?
Also, like the idea that the murder was of a member of the royal family. Maybe the Prince? Next in line for the Throne?

>>14097015
We will have to have King Bro cry. Losing one's son, the last in the family line, is scaring and heart-breaking.

>>14097039
Plus it makes him being a dick more forgivable.

/tg/ I want you to know... I love you. With just a few posts to make the idea take root, you create a kingdom. A history. A WORLD.

Alright, a quick bit of writing you all inspired me to do. Hopefully, it gives insight into mobility in the society as well as a starting point for describing the scholastic community. Part 1/4.

Life in the trade district had always been interesting for Dellan, if nothing else. Between meeting traders from distant outposts and following guild in-fighting, he had always been able to count on the unexpected to crop up almost daily. The irony was not lost on him. Still, he couldn’t help but want something different from it all. Something more stable. So it was that he convinced his parents to break with tradition and leave the shop to his younger sister and joined the Scholastic House of Ealchaim.

Life in the House was different from what he had expected. More hierarchical. For the first six months, he wasn’t even allowed into any floor of the library but the first. Rather than learning the great secrets of the universe, he was transcribing tomes of text and cleaning the halls. With greater learning as his constant motivation, he persevered, and finally was rewarded. His Tutor was to be Master Povram.

The elder man arrived at their first lesson fifteen minutes late, carrying only a single thin volume. Sensing the protests Dellan was about to voice, Master Povram simply held up a finger and said, “Do you know what is said in this book? Of course you do. Every student here has read it. But do you know what is TAUGHT in this book? No. Only a few know THAT. Every book has something to teach us beyond the simple words on the page. That is what I am here to show you. And before you can wield the knowledge of libraries of massive arcane works in languages long dead, you’ll need to know how to read books like this. I’ve brought tea, so sit down and we’ll begin.”

The next five years of Dellan’s life were spent much like this, under the cheerful, wizened, and deceptively forgetful gaze of Master Povram. Dellan ate it up. The stories, the secrets, the languages, the histories – he eagerly learned each one. And in each one, he found the layers of meaning, nuance on top of subtle nuance. Finally, he was granted the rank of Junior Librarian, able to pursue texts of his own choosing. Soon, he would even be able to take on students of his own.

But the unexpected, it seems, was not so ready to let Dellan go. As he sat in his study one day, poring over his most recent project, he heard the staccato clunks of his old master’s walking stave striking the wooden floor at a much faster pace than normal. Knowing that something was the matter even before Master Povram made it to his door, he stuck his head out into the hallway. “Master,” he said, “what’s happened?”

“Dellan,” the old man wheezed, “It’s terrible. The Foundingwork is gone! It must have happened sometime in the night. I don’t know why our alarms weren’t triggered! You must do something, or House Ealchaim will perish!”

It would be spiritually crushing to see the beautiful city of Dener besieged.
I see the city as a place of beauty, where the men and women who call it home work hard to earn their living, yes, but they are supported by a collective spirit held within the community and a great sense of hope. The people of Dener have seen crop shortages, have known war, and seen days pass with but scant amount of travelers passing through.
But it has also known greatness, innovation, exploration, and courage.
Even today wetnurses ween the young on stories of Maid Adelat who rode with the Third cavalry at the Battle of Aeliet Hill wielding the Sun Lance, forged from meteoric ore. Cresting the hill er enemies were blinded by the dawning sun's light cast from the gleaming lance. The All Giving truly blessed us on that day.
And let us not forget the story of Haubier, the Steel One. It was during the Four Prince's War that he served as general cook in the city's militia. Armed with naught but a steel scimitar and a large iron pot he ensured that the city's defenders were well fed. And when the crew of a ballista was rendered unable he manned it himself and bravely defended the city walls.

Consecutive waves of shock, dread, and confusion washed over the Junior Librarian. “But master… why tell me? What can I do that another more senior member of the House cannot?”

“You’re the only one with any experience with the lower classes. All the rest of the scholars are from wealthy, sheltered families. It’s one of our failings, I’m afraid. You’re the only one with the skills, youth, and background necessary to find whoever took the Foundingwork. Please, you must help!”

Dellan was perplexed, but he understood the gravity of the situation. Certainly, his upbringing in the trade district meant that he was familiar with all manner of less-than-savory groups. He had little idea, though, of who could be so foolhardy as to steal the Foundingwork of a major Scholar House. The Houses’ foundational philosophical works were prized beyond all measure by their adherents. While he may not have known who took them, however, he knew where to start asking. One group in particular came to mind. Dellan took Master Povram’s spindly hand into his. “I promise, Master Povram, I will find our text.”

>And with that, it's bedtime. If I had the time/energy, I would probably try to develop the secrets known by upper-level scholars, but it's almost 3 AM. Thanks for a great thread, /tg/!

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I finished the first post and love it. Aha. -grabs popcorn-

>>14097181
>And let us not forget the story of Haubier
I see what you did with that one.

"You- stranger. Yes, you. I can see you are not of Dener... No, you are too ugly to be from here." The merchant laughs, to your expense, and you frown and begin to leave. "Oh no, no. Wait, sir. I offer my apologies. I only joke with you- it is hard times sir, I must ease my pain somehow, yes?" You stop, turn back to the man, and look at him expectantly.
"My good sir, ah... Let me make it up to you. What would you like? I shall offer you sale, yes? Any of my fine cloths. Finely spun." You shake your head at the merchant, and request something different altogether.
"A tale? Ah, sir... When I said finely spun I meant cloth- not stories, sir. I am but Ah'bahk, seller of cloth..." The merchant looks at you at a loss, then throws his arms up melodramatically while muttering to himself. "Fine, fine. I shall offer you a story. Courtesy of Dener- but you must promise to buy something, yes? Yes. Alright."
"Well, I imagine you want to know the story of that old man you see there. The skeleton of a man who sits at that same spot every day, all day. The story of the Bloody Vengeance of Alp the Brave."

>>14097765
"Yes... I know. Seeing that old man you must think me crazy. But that-" The merchant points at the frail old man, "Is Alp the Brave, Slayer of Invaders, the Mad Hero of Dener."
The merchant pulls up a stool and gestures at you. "Please, sit. Sit, my friend. There is much to tell of this story much that must be told."
You see,...
It all started many years ago. Raiders from the East- vicious men on horseback, armed with mauls and shortbows- were attacking cities along the Great Routes of Trade. The city of Dener, perhaps too proud, did not fear such an attack. We did not expect these savage Raiders to be so bold.
We were naive.
The Raiders rode on Dener in the night. They were like the fabled nighthawks- flying on silent wings and beating fire off their wings. No one saw them coming- it was the sound that came first. Terrible noise, like the ground had been sundered. It was the hooves of their horses. The sounds of their horses rang in our ears like thunder. The citizenry were caught completely unaware, and it was not until screams rang into the night that we knew we were under attack. But it was already too late. The men gathered their bows and their swords as the town guard beat on drums and blew on their summoning horns. The town was thrown into a commotion- great panic- as Denerians fought to protect their homes and the Raiders struck at our city and made to strip our possessions from us.
Alp was there. He was there on that fateful night. Alp was a woodcutter in those days, and was coming back with a small group of men after scouting deep into the heart of the valley to look for the finest of trees. Seeing the smoke and hearing the screams of our women and children, Alp and the men felt their hearts sink. They rushed to defend their homes.

>>14097831

The scene they found was one that would make any Denerian weep. The great fountain had been shattered, the City Grandmill was burning, and the many scholastic houses near the grand square were in danger of catching fire themselves. Groups of city guardsmen were moving throughout the streets, shooting at and fighting off the attackers while trying to rescue anyone and anything they could.
Alp and the four men he had ventured out with were armed with naught but woodcutter axes, but they launched themselves at the racing forms of the Raiders on Horseback. With their great axes they downed many of the invaders. These humble Denerian men fought ferociously- bravely, even. But they were far from invincible- one of them had suffered an arrow to the leg. He was greatly overcome by pain and could not fight. The woodsmen were far outnumbered.
In desperation, and out of compassion, Alp grabbed and hoisted his wounded companion over his shoulder and ran down one of the main streets of the city. The others quickly followed. Dodging through alleyways and avoiding blazing fires the woodsmen made for Alp’s house. Alp, fearful of the safety of his young wife, made with great haste despite the burden he carried.
What he saw made his heart sink.

>>14097853
The fires had ravaged Alp’s house, and cinders of his home swept past him in the wind. The man, distraught and made mad through rage and grief, ran headfirst into the main entranceway of the house. It is said that Alp found his wife under a large piece of debris near the front entranceway to the house. Her lifeless form was blackened by soot, but in her hands she held tight the white cloths that she had presented to him on their wedding day.
I was the mad that Alp had carried on his shoulder through the streets- the man whose life Alp singlehandedly saved. I had thanked the All Giving and recited hymns in Alp’s name as we darted through the burning streets, thinking that he must be a saint. What I saw emerge from that house was something truly different.
Alp emerged from the house, his profile stark against the bright background of searing fire. He held his wife’s form, still clutching the cloths, in his arms.
It is said that the scream that emanated from the hero curled the blood of Saldarr, the Unforgiven in the depths of Hell. It is said that his scream still echoes in the world today, haunting the winds of time. I was there- and I can tell you that the scream was not one of a sane man.

/tg/
I'm so proud
I did the first total writeup of this and then went to sleep.
What you guys have done... it's so amazing. Props. Someone link the archive.

Acelya wakes to the first rays of light gracing her face. The house is still quiet, sun rises early in summer. Especially on the eve of the summer solstice. The greatest festival of the year.
She leaps out of bed, grabbs a simple gown, runs cross the bedroom and down the stairs, to the groans of her older brothers. The silence in the shop downstairs is only disturbed by the gentle snoring of the family dog, faithfully guarding the traditionally open bottom floor.
Soon enough she knew her family would be up, and the chores of the day would be doled out. But not this time, this time Acelya would grab the best chore for herself before anyone woke up!
She run into the kitchen, the thick floorboards worn smooth by wear and tear, creaking under her bare feet. She grabs a knife and jumps up on the massive oaken cuttingtable that occupied the center of the room. In the ceiling hang both hardbread and a large piece of smoked ham. She carves herself a piece, breaks herself some bread and cautiously climbs down again. No one must wake yet.

She sneaks out of the kitchen, but in the doorway she is faced by the most terrible foe.

The family dog! Should he bark her day will be ruined! Thankfully she has the perfect weapon at hand.
"Just bread will have to do today i suppose" she thinks as she tosses the piece of ham. The dog now content, quietly munches in the corner. Luck is with her today.
She inches away from the dog, and then runs into the wardrobe. She gets her favorite dress and necklace, fetches a purse of coins and runs out.
The marketplace has barely opened yet, but it will have when she gets there. She is going to shop for decorations.
When she returns from the market the street has woken up, and is sprawling with activty. She is stopped by a young man, just outside her house. he is carrying a wooden construction under his arm.
"Please young lady, would you stay for a moment?" He says.
The confused look on her face turns into a broad smile as she realises that the wooden construction is an easle, and the young man a painter.

>OPs pic related

God damned this thread is awesome, I was so exhillerated when I saw this thread was still here.

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Okay, I definitely love that plot hook. I know we all seen the "recover stolen item" quest, but it's a good start to get the PCs into something deeper.

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>>14097969
That was downright beautiful and almost made me weep. Alp was such a bro, wasn't he?

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>>14099187
And we always need the lighthearted stories to really flesh out worlds like this. I applaud you on the epic clash between the shop girl and the family dog.

And now, time to work on some more writefaggotry...

>>14099467
Thank you, I just wanted to make a story about the original picture, and the picture looks like it could be an in-world painting. And I wanted to put a name on the girl.

>>14099467
Taraklet returned to his beloved Dener a broken spirit. The King, who had become known as the most benevolent King in all of Cyblum Dell’s history, a man notorious for his charity and good will, even visiting his realm in person to get a glimpse at the lives of his subjects, had become a maelstrom of his former self. He had become extremely temperamental in recent memory. Losing both your beloved wide and, not too long after, your only heir would do that to you, the Captain supposed.

First came the unexpected death of the fair and lovely Queen Nalgatera upon only the twenty-eighth summer of her life. Saddening as her passing was, the King was gifted with a son from the Queen’s womb, and was starting to raise him in his own caring tradition. However the prince, a lad by the name of Zakelius, entered himself into the Legion despite his father’s objections upon his sixteenth summer. The lad had thrust himself firmly into public service early on, thanks to his father’s grooming, becoming a master of debate and ingrained with all the compassion of his father’s values. Zakelius knew that war was also a part of governance, however. Despite all the peaceful intentions of the ruling family, the lad knew that there were those who wished to throw his dear Cyblum Dell into chaos and disarray. His father eventually came to understand his son’s perspective and ceased his protests, especially as the Legion turned his son into a very fine warrior.

>>14099846
It was upon Zakelius’s twentieth summer which Taraklet had met the lad. The Captain then had the honor of having the prince under his command when he was stationed at Banustrel, a small fishing village at the mouth of the River Dardanus. Small as the village was, it was also a very strategic location for the kingdom, housing armories worth of equipment and storehouses worth of goods en route into the kingdom from other peoples. Soon before the prince’s arrival though, there had been rumor of a Senecan war party from the north trying to make their way into the kingdom. At the mouth of the river and at Banustrel in particular, the mountains of Cynargh were far more easily traversable than further inland. While the prince was formidable from his training, he required further instruction from Taraklet to become even better, especially if the intelligence was correct.

Sadly, the siege came sooner than Taraklet had hoped, forcing him to dispatch his men to defend the village. All save one – the prince. He knew that despite his best convictions, his noblest intentions, the lad was too inexperienced to survive long on a real battlefield. Sure, he would serve finely in a city or village Guard of some sort, but against an enemy as fierce as the Senecans, he would have little chance. Taraklet would have the prince locked up in the brig in an attempt to keep him safe from the fighting. And the battle was indeed fierce as Taraklet lost some of his best soldiers that day in the fray. In the midst of the fighting though, he saw one person in particular show a great deal of resolve, skill, and instinct – it was the prince! That lad talked his way out of the brig and jumped into the fray to defend a small fishing village which he had only been at for a couple months’ time.

>>14099852
Zakelius slashed and cut his way through the veritable wall of Senecans, trying to make his way to the War Chief to make the killing blow. The prince’s fearless advance allowed the regiment to flood into the channel of humanity he carved to finally take the advantage in the bloody affair. Before we could assist him in the fullest, the lad spotted the Chief and lunged for him with all of his might, all of his fire. But even the prodigal son of the mighty King could not lay a hand on the Chief. Instead, the Chief’s lance struck through the prince’s heart, ending his short, but valorous life. Taraklet, who had nurtured the lad for the scant few months since he arrived at Banustrel, went into a murderous rage, slaughtering the Senecans who dared try to retrieve the prince’s body as a war trophy, and ended the siege with the parting of the Chief’s head from his monstrous, barbaric body. In the end, the commander was hunched onto his knees over the lad, weeping like a babe from what a young man such as the prince could be.

Taraklet would lead the funeral procession from Banustrel all the way to the Imperial seat. Zakelius would have his honorable burial in the Legion’s resting place among the great generals and fighters of the past ages. Despite having countless reason’s to be proud of his slain son, the pain of the loss was too great, even for a man such as Brogitarius. Soon after the burial, the King has resumed his business, awarding Taraklet his due honors and assigning him to Dener to become the new Captain of the Guard. The new Captain would become a man to be respected among townsfolk and visitor alike, carrying the lessons of benevolence and compassion from his previous experiences to his new post.

My only regret is that we reached bump limit, and I have work in a few minutes.

>>14099858
His reputation was solid for the most part until last year, about five years since his arrival. The Festival of the Solstice that year was a particularly joyous affair, marking the city’s two-hundredth anniversary. It was larger and grander than anything the city has experienced. As such, security was sure to be stepped up to make sure that nothing ruined it for those in attendance. Patrols of the Guard, which has risen in numbers thanks to Taraklet’s diligent work in the five years he had been in Dener, were constantly working their way through the streets, plucking pickpockets from the streets, apprehending drunkards who were disturbing the peace, and even managed to peacefully defuse a situation between one of the merchants and a particularly unruly group of visitors. Things were going rather well during the entire Festival, little more than the petty crime or two slipping through the Guard’s watchful eyes.

It was the final night of the Festival, and the masses were crowded in the Grand Square, around the Fountain of the Founders as they looked to the skies above. The Scholastic Houses were putting on a fireworks show, entertaining the crowd with an art from the far eastern lands. Brilliant explosions of red and green and yellow lit up the night sky, illuminating the awe-struck masses beneath. Still, the Guard was ever vigilant despite the inspiring display in the sky. It wasn’t until the end of the show when the first witnesses saw the woman face-down in the fountain, and to this day, no one really knows how the scoundrel who killed her got there and did his deed, completely undetected.

>>14099863
The death of the woman infuriated the King, and rightly so. Marborel was the leader of the yak herders, but also an informal ambassador of sorts for her people. She represented the Nomads from south of the Cylusor in matters regarding the kingdom. She was largely responsible for the peace brokered between her people and the King, and the King cherished her company after the death of the Queen. Some say she was the only one keeping the King going after the departures of the Queen and their son. With her dead now, the King had not only lost his joy for living, but took on a terrible rage which brought Taraklet back to Dener with the stony visage he hasn’t had since the prince’s death in Banustrel.

The Guard sensed the Captain’s apprehension as he sauntered into the Union Hall. The talks were not good at the Imperial seat and their livelihoods were in deep jeopardy. They were dispatched to investigate the crime scene and the people in attendance of the fireworks show. But there was an ache in Taraklet’s heart. Somehow he knew that even his loyal Guard would be unable to figure out the case by themselves. In the meantime, the Captain sought counsel from the only man who still had trust in him after the debacle, Alp the Brave. Though he may be seen as a madman to the city at large in his old age, Taraklet became familiar with him over the five years since his arrival. He learned of his deeds and became friends with him, learning that the man has a surprising amount of insight the other villagers simply do not possess.

>>14099867
It was in his conversation with Alp in which he learned of you and your band. According to him, you’ve crossed paths with a particularly perplexing fellow who he had never seen before, and neither have you since you’ve arrived in the city a fortnight ago. Only if you were able to remember who this man was, perhaps the case can be broken wide open. The death of dear Marborel can be avenged, and perhaps the King’s heart can be mended, if only a bit. With Taraklet’s weary face sitting across the table from you, he only has one question to ask: “Are you willing to assist the Guard in our investigation?”

>>14099860
A pity, but at least the thread is archived for future generations: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14093360

>>14100357
New thread

>>14100367
I'm there.