Post by Kira on Aug 1, 2022 2:29:14 GMT -5
The following is to be a collection of short stories about the people of Mil”Nor, be they high or low on the social ladder. Stories will come in a variety of forms and types, be they existent to help understand the culture and reactions to the on goings of the overall rp, or establishing arcs for major national characters, or MNC’s as we will refer to them from now on.
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The Factual Story of Nils the Reclaimer, Great Chief of the Mil’Nor Joined Clans, year 1930.
The year is 1870, and winter has struck the nation of Mil’Nor. The crops and fish of the summer had been less than a great many years before, leading to malnutrition and famine along parts of the nation. The unrest of the this was compounded by the fact the nation had just lost it’s Great Chief, Alde’ran Tolvaj, the man who had managed to join the clans as one true nation has died, and the newly voted in spawnling of only 22 Darks has been voted in as Great Chief.
It should be noted that young Nils had only received the vote of his own Clan. Gruvar and Meiyo had each voted for their own Clan Chief’s to be chosen. This refusal to vote for no others but then themselves led to the third Age of Darkness, as such great wars were named in Mil’Nor. When the Three Clans fought, the nation suffered greatly due to famine and the cycle of war. The only reason why there had been only three thus far in a nation so precarious was that life itself was hard in Mil’Nor, leaving much less time to fight when one's own survival was at stake.
Young Nils was still untested within the public eye, the heir having been sent at great lengths through as intensive study as one could take within the nation. The young 'Noran had the knoweldge, but not the application of the rules to rule. In this record, you will be given snippets of his life, so as to both understand the man and his place within the culture of the nation.
It is the beginning of a new year in Mil'Nor, and already the nation has been struck with crisis. Three days have passed since the failed vote for a new Chief, and already the other Clans are headed back home through the travelled ways. War looms in the nation, thought the young Chief sitting in the study of his father's castle.
"Well, it was his now anyway, wasn't it?" thought Nils.
His father had passed.
For both the good of his people and in the name of the Allfather he must not let this...hurt him so.
Another bottle in hand, the young man popped the cork and took a drought as he sat, eyeing a more medieval level of accuracy map of the land as it sat hung on a wall. He knew the fights to come would test him, his lessons had taught him well on the trials he would face. The Mil'Noran drunkenly rose as the question bothered his mind, stumbling out of the study and into the many hallways of the Castle Tolvaj. For the past thirty years, Alde'ran Tolvaj had used his work to unite the Clans into one nation. Much of this was done through centralizing the administration of the nation in one static place. Through both diplomatic negotiation and more...questionable means, Alde'Ran managed to invest a good deal into the strength of his own clan over the growth of the other two without getting too upset. This was no overwhelming amount, but enough to tip the scales slowly in Tolvaj's favor.
The Chief's stumblings continued down the hall, the royal intent on sleeping away his broken heart and troubled mind. He had enough to think about then how he was going to go about this mess. He knew the Allfather could be trusting in the strength of his people, but that never made it any easier to get through the trouble now did it. The halls of were mostly darkened by this time of night, the morning staff already starting their morning work by how far Nils had stayed up.