[Characters] Complete Write Ups

[Pendragon]

You will need to put together:

1.) A short public knowledge section. This will be visible to all players and it will be common knowledge for NPCs.
2.) Your Application behind a spoilerbutton
3.) A secret link to your character sheet. Any magical items that you purchase will need a link to the PRD for me to check them out. You will also need to keep a good tally on your funds.
4.) A list of possession, including the amount you invested in the redecorating/building of your district headquarters and your personal residence if they are not one in the same.
5.) Your total military power and their breakdown. Infantry make 1gp/month and for each rank higher it is an additional 50sp. This goes the same for Seamen. Militia are 1/2 cost but take an additional day to muster. This is not optional, you will have at least a modest force. This can be secret excluding all official military personnel.
6.) Your revenue sources. I will fill in the income each provides you, but if you want you can use a percentage to show importance. This can be secret.
7.) District make up and what they are employed in. Most of you stated something about your district make ups, but a percentage of each race will go a long way.

After that is all written up I will let you know if there is something that I missed.

[Yuul]

1) Rumors and General Information on Carradyn and the Argent District
-The past forty years have proven Carradyn both a generous district governor, and an open one. Open, for whenever he is not attending to the Meeting of the Eight, the first day of each week he is publicly available to judge disputes, answer questions, and even give advice, all of this regardless of the size of the issue. Generous, for when ten years ago saw a drought sweep the land Carradyn nearly emptied his own coffers to feed the farmers otherwise unable to feed themselves.
-It is well known that Carradyn's best friend is Marcus Renar, a now sixty-four year old man who is the proprietor and owner of the White Hart inn and tavern, the same business in which his wife Maria is well known for her cooking. Carradyn is known to drop by several times a week, and vice versa.
-Marcus' first son Marric, forty-one, follows his father's footsteps, and does much of the work around the White Hart with Marcus getting on in age.
-Marcus' second son Tobryn, thirty-two, serves as court mage and chief adviser after having been put through his arcane schooling on Carradyn's silver.
-Marcus' youngest child Telria, is also the sole daughter and at twenty-five, was the surprise baby of the family. Her passion for alchemy is relatively well known in local circuits.
-It's relatively well known by most of Fairford's gossip circles that Tobryn and Arina Fayne(Court Priestess and Healer) have had something of a romantic interest in one another for the past year.
-With his age creeping up, many residents fear they will never see a proper heir to the district. The man doesn't seem pay either man or woman any extra attentions that would indicate such interest, and has never taken a bride. This doesn't keep the more wealthy of the local merchants and minor nobles from occasionally parading a daughter or a niece before him every now and again.
-The district has overall seen a sharp turnaround from the state of things forty years prior. Then bandits and warlords leading petty armies of thugs ran wherever they pleased, now any problems the district has is more in the line of petty thievery.

Rumors of Dragons
-The Dragon of the Dragon's Teeth, the same one which adorns the district's banners, was first sighted roughly one hundred and fifty years ago.
-Many rumors and theories abound on how it was Carradyn persuaded the dragon to aid Fairford first against the Warlord Teljo, and then the raid more than a decade later, but for the most part it is speculation.
-Some say the dragon was and continues to be bribed into the service of Carradyn, others that the district governor pleaded on hands and knees, and the silver scaled beast felt moved by the man's plight, and still many more besides.
-The bribed rumor does have some basis in fact, it's fairly well known by now that the Governor occasionally purchases gifts for the dragon.
-The more superstitious folk believe the dragon is somehow behind the sheer abundance of silver now known to be in the mountains. Most decent folk consider this to be hogwash of course.
-Twice, in the time since the dragon first appeared, has a team of 'dragon slayers' attempted to seek out the beast and kill it for its hide, hoard, and the renown. The first group, about thirty-five years back, never found the lair. The second never came back at all.
-Many people in Fairford, and some in the land around, think of the dragon as something along the lines of their patron saint. It's name is said to be Keltoriax, though most of the townsfolk simply call it the Protector.

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Application Name: Carradyn Riemar Race: Human Age: 63 Class: Diplomat Title/House/Guild: Lord of Silver, Master of the Argent District in the King's name. Description: Carradyn is an aged and greyed older man in his mid sixties, though he does appear nearly five years younger if you were keen enough to notice it. His blue eyes, while often calm, are capable of quite the piercing glare when he wishes. His hair is kept short and Carradyn maintains a neatly trimmed mustache and beard. Which brings us to one of the more well known traits, in that the man likes to look good. Everything about him, from his clothing to his hair and his jewelry is kept neat and orderly. His clothing his fine, in both material and craft, but never to the point of being overly gaudily ostentatious like so many other nobles can often be. This same characteristic applies to his jewelry. He does not swamp or overcrowd himself with it, despite the inherent wealth that must come with running his district. There are perhaps three pieces of the metal his district is known for on his person depending on occasion. A thin circlet of silver, set with a single sapphire, is his badge of rank. The signet ring on his left hand, as important a sign of his position as the circlet. Lastly there is often a necklace, but much of it is worn beneath his clothing and hidden from view. All in all, ordered, perhaps handsome, and noble looking without being the gaudy aristocrat drowning within his own clothes and jewels that another might be. Away from the subject of style and other superficial things, a easily noticeable observation is that Carradyn is often possessing an energy far more properly belonging to a man decades younger. One could consider it a blessing, allowing for a lot of hands on management that might have otherwise been delegated. Areas of Influence: The Argent district is almost solely responsible for Tylanis' great wealth in silver. For while the mountains making up the Dragon's Teeth range possess lower than average iron deposits, and little gold, they make up for that in an abundance of silver and a fair a mount of gems. The Dragon's Teeth aren't truly a 'mountain range' despite their name, and mainly rocky foothills and five true 'peaks', only one of which is high enough to be a proper mountain with a year round snow cap. Since the start of the mining exploits, Argent has attracted many great jewel smiths, and their claim to be the best on Tylanis has yet to be defeated. While the district has farming, both vegetable and fruit, as well as fishing, and is successful enough in both to sustain itself and stockpile for rough years, they do not make up a sizable enough portion of Argent's trade to be notable. Stone too, is available, but is mostly used for local endeavors, as Argent cannot compete with the sheer amount the Grey District mines in terms of costs. Argent simply does not have the massed quarries and trade system to lug the heavy stone around in place with which to do so. The vineyards however, are an entirely different matter. Since they began cropping up a little more than thirty years ago and proved successful, their wines have become almost commonplace amongst many a noble's table, and the king is no exception. The wine, together with the silver, form Argent's primary exports to the king and the other districts, as well as abroad. Sheep's wool, from Argent's southern herds, forms a somewhat distant third, even if by volume it would be larger. (To summarize, Silver/Jewelry, Fine Wines, and Wool) Character History:   To give a full story of Carradyn, one must account for a small sample of the district he has come to govern's history. While the district and its borders have been around for nearly as long as the kingdom itself, it once went by a different name. District Blackstone had once been a prosperous enough place, but in the hundred years prior to the point where history saw fit to record the Riemar name it had gone sharply downhill. Corruption sunk deep, bandits roamed the countryside following after warlords who killed any that would not follow them, no one payed any attention to the district governor who only acted when bribed and was later killed, and more than a few pirate and smuggler dens existed along the coast. The king brushed the issues of the district and its plight for a multitude of reasons. There was always some crisis popping up here and there, even if they were minor noble tantrums, and Blackstone had never been worth much of anything aside from its taxes, and those had never been very large in terms of income. This would change later. But we have gotten a little off track. By the time most lawful citizen's had fled, either from banditry or would be despots, those that had remained for one reason or another found themselves banding together in the small town of Fairford. Fairford found itself ensconced between the eastern sea and under the shadow of the Dragon's Teeth that ran perpendicular to it. Some of the people, mostly refugees that could not escape to safer lands, began looking at the formerly abandoned town as their grave. It was from amidst this panic and fear that Carradyn Riemar stepped forward. He was young then, scarcely in his sixteenth year, but he spoke with the confidence, power, and resolve belonging to someone beyond his years. The people listened. The people calmed. At the young Carradyn's direction, they began to refurbish the town, and bring tilled life back to the abandoned farms and fields. The able bodied trained as militia, with simple spears and crudely wooden shields, and those who had them practiced their archery with bows. None of this went unnoticed for long. The would be despot, Teljo Matav, upon hearing of them, scoffed at Fairford's 'preparations'. Shortly after the harvest Teljo sent some of his men, not many as the commoner sheep that they were always broke down easily enough, to remind the people who ruled the fallen district now. An extra tribute would do his cause well too. A week later a large sack was found at the edge of the warlord's encampment in central Blackstone District. Full of severed heads. Severed heads and a bloody note. 'No more.' It read. In retrospect, one might have called this added message more a taunt then anything else, and it only served to ignite Teljo's fiery fury. So he sent a message back. In a note tied to an arrow, shot by a horse archer who then rode away, Teljo's message read, 'Enjoy the time you have left, I am coming for you.' Included within was a date, all the better for the despot's enemies to tremble in fear, and a boastful number of several hundreds of men. Certainly more than even twice Fairford's 'militia'. Upon the message's arrival, for the first time in nearly a year panic took to the town once more. As he had once before Carradyn calmed the people who saw him as their leader, with greater effort. But then the question of they were to do set in, with the day quickly approaching. The lad looked up to the Dragon's Teeth. One hundred and fifty years prior to present day, or one hundred and four years before this point in Carradyn's past, those mountains were called the Five Fingers. But then the dragon was first seen around the central peak. One of the silver breed, there could be no doubt. It hadn't taken long before people began nicknaming the mountains as the Dragon's Teeth, a name that quickly stuck. Carradyn announced that he would seek out the dragon, and plead for its help anyway he could, begging on hands and knees if it came to it. Beginning his search and subsequent climb two days before Teljo's 'army' of brigands and thugs was set to arrive, many worried he would not return in time, help or no. A few hushed whispers in the corners of the tavern and the dark recesses of minds said that he had merely saved himself and left them to die. Even as Teljo reached Fairford there was no sign, and most of the people prepared to die, but there was enough will to die fighting for their families and friends rather than on their knees that the band of militia had not yet broken. Whether that would have changed as their enemy bore down on them will never be known. The roar of a dragon tends to interrupt things. For Teljo's small horde, that sound and the gleaming of silver in one's peripheral vision were all the warning some of them received before more than two dozen men found themselves engulfed in a blast of arctic winter even as their killer dove into the army's flank. At some point around this time both sides snapped out of the state of confused shock they had remained in. Brigands loosed arrows and spears, but many of the mundane weapons bounced off the beast's scaled hide or only left small scratches. Fairford's own small force rushed forward even as their aid went on a rampage. Perhaps in time, and if Fairford's force hadn't joined in, Teljo and company may have brought down the dragon through sheer weight of numbers. As it was, they didn't have that chance. Between the two, and the dragon ripping Teljo's head from the brutal man's shoulders, the 'army' routed like the lawless vagabonds they truly were. For the next two years, Fairford enjoyed some measure of peace. Whatever the nature of the rest of the district, they enjoyed some measure of protection that outside fear of the dragon had bought them. But then someone first found silver in the mountains. A lot of it. The king, who had long turned a blind eye the happenings in Blackstone, now suddenly remembered he had a district there to begin with. Marshaling a sizable detachment of the army to act as his bodyguard the fat king set out to investigate for himself the rumor his agents had confirmed and finally see about bringing order to Blackstone again. Searching out local help with authority was hard, no district governor still lived in Blackstone anymore, indeed, there hadn't been one in years. But someone reminded his majesty of Fairford. The visit of the king and his army was the first time most had ever seen the man, even from a distance. Asking for a leader resulted in Carradyn, now just barely twenty. Had nothing interrupted the meeting or nothing untoward happened, Carradyn may have found himself as high as an adviser to whomever the king might have given the soon to be revitalized district too. But it was interrupted. They never found out who hired him, be it a noble house with plans of advancement, another warlord seeking the creation of more chaos, or even that of a nearby kingdom for purposes unknown. The two guards inside the tent were dead even as they tried to draw their blades, and the assassin raised a small crossbow, its bolt dripping with a no doubt toxic substance, at the king. Finger tightened and pressed down right as Carradyn knocked the weapon away. The ensuing fight was not one the then young man could have won, but he didn't have to. More guards arrived just in time to pry the would be assassin off of him before the hired killer could slit his throat. And that is how Carradyn found himself being hailed a hero, given title, and governorship of the newly christened Argent District by a man he despised. Yes Carradyn despised the fat king. Hated him and loathed him with a passion however well he kept it hidden. The king cared not for his people, but only for what kept him fat and happy, and until the vast silver deposits within the Dragon's Teeth were discovered, that had not included Blackstone. Or Argent as it was now. There was no worry nor thought of protection for the commoners, the people the older man should have taken as his duty to protect. But Carradyn said none of this. This new title was his best chance to protect those he already had thought of as his people, including the already spreading news of immigrants from the others districts hoping to strike it rich, make a new places for themselves, as well as some seeking to return to what had been their ancestral homeland before the corruption had begun. When choosing a district capitol, as the last one was almost entirely ruins now, there was never any debate. In the decades to come, Fairford would go from a small town, to a small city. The district banner, which was typically something flown next to or beneath the kingdom's colors, was never a choice given to Carradyn. The people he had taken to be his had already made that. The silver dragon, whom had saved them once before and still flew about the Teeth, featured prominently in a stylized rendition on a black field. In the more than forty years between then and now, direct conflict has only come to Fairford's doorstep once more. A misbegotten fleet of pirates, smugglers, and general thugs struck the now developing port city, all of them angry at the sudden downturn their lives had taken since the king's armies finally began clearing them out. The town guard, which had always kept up strong training regimens in memory of their beginnings as a desperate and poorly equipped militia, still found themselves ill prepared to meet the attack. They had no real fortifications yet then, and their numbers were spread thin attempting to protect civilians from the chaos from the raid. Their foes did not fight them in an organized battle, but swarmed everywhere at once raiding and pillaging like the chaotic and unorganized people that they were. Carradyn himself, then thirty, led much of the defense personally but one man cannot be everywhere at once. But Fairford had found itself in a hopeless situation once before, and the lesson soon to be learned for good, as Fairford has yet to be attacked since, was Here There Be Dragons! Many of the raiders had come merely to take part in looting and pillaging, and maybe stealing some of the kingdom's new found silver as opposed to the mission of vengeance it was to the others. Fittingly then, that they began breaking and fleeing when the dragon of the Dragon's Teeth made itself known by tearing into the largest concentrated mass of the raiders. It was a domino effect really. When dawn came, no raider ship remained near the port, and none were seen within the coasts of the Argent district since. Regardless of Fairford's ability to drive off the attack, admittedly largely thanks to a dragon, the king found cause to worry for the safety of new found increase in wealth. So for the past thirty years, the Argent District's capitol has been bolstered by a detachment of the army. Argent's primary port is too small in terms of trade to warrant additional naval support, and the people of Argent like to think of themselves self reliant in any case. Carradyn has governed the Argent District ever since His Majesty first appointed him to the position. But now the fat king is dead, and the son the throne has fallen gives Carradyn a target of far more loathing and hatred of the king's very nature than the young king's father ever did. Still, Carradyn feigns niceties, if only for the good of his people. District Description: The Argent District is set up in The exact amount to be determined if I make it in.much of the southern half its southeastern peninsula. Aside from the five Dragon's Teeth and their foothills, much of the district is made up of low rolling hills and plains. Fairford, the district seat, sits at almost midway down the district's share of the peninsula, the Dragon's Teeth on their northern doorstep and the cliffs bordering the sea to the east. Nearly a third of the much grown town, now a small city, is given over to the mining, smelting, and smithing operations, although the latter is mostly in jewelry and tools. A zigzagging wide ramp-like path crawls down the lowest point in the cliffs that the town borders, leading to the town's practically tiny port, devoted almost solely to fishing. The vineyards, for which the Argent District is almost as well known for as its silver, take up much of the districts southern farmland. The three families owning their separate vineyards often compete for the spot of best in year amongst themselves, although it is for the most part a friendly competition. One that Carradyn often takes the time to way in on once the wines are properly aged.   The most single noted thing is even listed in its name. Argent, or Silver. Most of the Kingdom's currently great wealth in silver comes from the Dragon's Teeth and a few of their foothills. Aside from a minor operation with one of the latter, only one of the actual peaks is currently being mined but plans to start on another peak are in the works. The output made in the past decades already had the old fat king quite happy, and its a wealth that the new king outright takes for granted. Still, Argent's silver is its most valuable card right now, but the vineyards have proven themselves quite successful too. The fine wines are far more notable a thing among nobles and wealthy merchant, but the lesser wines are still tasted and poured at most taverns and inns across the country. Less noted or paid attention to is the great amounts of sheep's wool generated by Argent's pastures. The downside to having enough land clear of woods and forests to be able to possess its farms, pastures and vineyards is that any construction requiring a great amount of timber must have it imported from another district. While there is some woodland around the Teeth, any heavy forestation of it would see the mountains bare in a year or two at most.   By species, like in most of Tylanis humans are the most predominate, although perhaps by not nearly as much as other districts. Fifty-six percent of the population is made up of humans, dwarves at roughly twenty-three percent are the single biggest contender. The halflings have the distant third place at nine percent, gnomes reside at five percent, and the remaining seven percent is a various mix. Elves, and usually therefore half-elves are the least populous of the more common species, perhaps due to lack of woodland or some such. Even the half-orcs were more numerous at the last census then those of elven blood. Crafts-wise nearly twenty percent of the total population is given over the mining, smelting, and crafting work generated by Argent's silver mines. Approximately seventy-five percent of the population are some sort of farmer or farmhand, with more than half of them being shepherds and sheep ranchers. The rest is given over to the mix of quarry workers, fishermen, and your general jobs. The vineyard families and their workers are actually near the bottom, given the comparative few needed to work them and manage the operation as compared to elsewhere.   Even with the great influx of immigrants, particularly dwarves with interest in the mines, the people of Argent District have held true to self reliance given their beginnings that many of them lived through, or were born to parents that did. It is something that has proven quite contagious to any newcomers, which have been many, or at least enough to boost the district back to levels before Blackstone fell under the weight of its corruption. Aside from that self reliant nature, much of the district, typically the farmlands, has a fairly conservative and practical outlook on life, especially the farmers. Despite that practicality nearly the entire district comes loose during any sort of festivities. In summary though, the people of District Argent are a practical and self reliant lot, and happen to be rather proud of that second bit. They are also rather fond of their apparent patron saint, the very dragon that adorns their banner. OOC: See rumors section for more.   As mentioned somewhere above, Carradyn won the old King's favor by saving the fat man's life from a would be assassin during a meeting. Carradyn never gave the king a cause to regret it either.

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Governor's Mansion Mansion Base: Free -Great Hall: 10,000gp -Administrative Offices: 2,500gp Description: The governor's mansion is made of a smooth light grey stone on the exterior. Many of the interior rooms have wooden walls layered over their true stone, intended to create a softer and more relaxed atmosphere for those that work here and more importantly those that live here, but some rooms are exempt from this treatment. The great hall is one of these exemptions. Unlike the exterior however, the great hall's stone walls and columns are a stark white, imported from outside the district. Inlaid into these walls and pillars are a multitude of thin but flowing silver accents. The main entrance to the mansion opens up into this hall from one end, and the seat from which Carradyn governs sits against the wall opposite. Midway down the great hall on either side sit doorways that branch off into the various offices that handle much of the district's accounting and managing. Doors much nearer to the seat's end of the all open up into the living quarters areas of the buildings, including a relatively small dining hall. Great Hall Visual: It's mostly based off of the great hall of Dragonsreach(Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim), only stone instead of wood and a few other modifications.

Alchemist Shop Telria's Alchemist Shop 45,000gp Carradyn funded the construction of an official Alchemist's Workshop for Telria Renar, the daughter of his oldest friend, and until now had worked out of her father's inn and tavern's basement. In a typical show of generosity, despite paying for the business entirely out of pocket Carradyn settles for owning half, collecting only 50% of the business' profits.

The Golden Pears of Argent Large Pear Orchard -Farm(Orchard) x2 20,000gp -Mansion 5,000gp ---- Total Costs: 25,000gp This large pear orchard, fame for it's strangely unique and divine tasting pears started out as a personal retreat for Carradyn whenever he wished to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. With the ample land growing around the modest manor, Carradyn eventually decided to do something with it about twenty years ago, and has proven most profitable for him since.

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Military Power and Breakdown:

 

 

The Argent Infantry Guard: 1005 -1 Commandant of the Guard (Colonel, 7th level fighter) 350gp/month -4 Guard Captain (Captain, 4th level warriors) 8gp/month -200 Guard Sergeants (Corporal, 4th level warriors) 500gp/month -800 Guardsmen (PFC, 3rd level warriors) 1,600gp/month Salary: 2,458gp/month - - - - - Though their primary duty is usually guarding Argent's district capitol of Fairford unless otherwise dispatched to help a town in trouble, as well as the occasional escort duty when the Mounted Patrol needs it or is otherwise busy, the Guard is also Argent's primary standing force. When added together with the Argent Archers they are the bread and butter of Argent's standing force. Save the officers, they are all garbed in chainmail, the officers themselves are instead garbed in a masterfully crafted breastplate. All guards, officer and enlisted alike, are armed with sturdy steel shields, longswords, and a sap. They are organized into four battalions like so: -1 Guard Captain -50 Guard Sergeants -200 Guardsmen With the Commandant leading the lot when in combat. Otherwise of course he's usually stuck with paperwork or training the recruits much to his displeasure. For patrolling the city and the surrounding area, they are divided into 200 patrols of 1 Sergeant and 4 Guardsmen. Generally only half this number(100 patrols) are one duty at any single time. Typically 70 of these are patrolling or guarding the city streets and important buildings, 15 on the walls and towers, 8 guarding the gates and patroling the nearby roads, and 7 guarding the governor's mansion. Of that last one, 2 patrols patrol the mansion's grounds, 1 patrol guards the exterior of the entrance(great hall doors), 1 patrols guards the other side of the doors, 2 patrols split watching the administrative and living quarters section of the building and a final patrol group of men stands near to the governor's ruling seat at the other end of the hall.

The Argent Archery Guard: 503 -1 Commandant of the Archers(Major, 5th level fighter) 250gp/month -2 Archery Captains(Captain, 4th level warriors) 4gp/month -100 Archery Sergeants(Corporal, 4th level warriors) 250gp/month -400 Archery Guards(PFC, 3rd level warriors) 800gp/month Salary: 1,304gp/month - - - - - The Argent Archers, also called the Archer Guard, are the ranged counterpart to the melee main body of the guard. Like their melee brethren, the entire unit breaks down into smaller battalions. -1 Archery Captain -50 Archery Sergeants -200 Archery Guards Also like the main force of the Argent Guard, the Archers break down into patrol groups, of which they have 100. Again like the melee Guard, usually only half are on duty at any one point. 25, half the active patrols, walk the walls and towers. 18 patrol the city proper, and 5 accompany their fellows assigned to the gates and the roads beyond the walls. The final 2 patrols stand guard at the governor's mansion, 1 on the grounds and another in the door within the hall.

The Mounted Patrol: 121 -1 Commandant of the Patrol(Major, 5th level warrior) 2.5gp/month -12 Patrol Captain (Captain, 4th level warriors) 24gp/month -12 Longrider(Corporal, 4th level warriors) 30gp/month -96 Patrolman(PFC, 3rd level warriors) 192gp/month Salary: 248.5gp/month - - - - - District Argent's Mounted Patrol has been around nearly since the beginning of Blackstone's rework into Argent, in memory of the corrupted chaos of the former. It is hard for any sort of petty warlord to rise up with an army of bandits and thugs when the latter are practically nonexistent. The Patrol was not created with the intent of a wartime force, but for peacekeeping, bandit hunting, and, as said in the name, having a patrol to begin with. Though they are based out of Fort Teljo(a name to mock the now dead warlord, and to serve as a reminder of what they are to prevent), it is unusual to find more than two patrols and the commandant present at any time. Members of the Patrol, minus the Commandant much to the dislike of whoever is given the position, are almost always out and on the move up and down the entire district. In addition to their bandit prevention and peacekeeping, patrols are also tasked to guard merchant caravans and carry important dispatches if needed. It is also the Patrol that are called on when a shipment of silver is ready to be delivered to Fairford from one of the mines and needs and escort. The Mounted Patrol is divided into twelve patrols, with a rotating roster to determine the two that 'hold down the fort'. Each patrols is made up of ten men consisting of, a Patrol captain, a Longrider(experienced patrolman), and eight Patrolmen. So... -1 Patrol Captain -1 Longrider -8 Patrolmen For gear, every member rides a properly equipped light warhorse for speed. For the Patrolman and Longrider ranks, armor is a simple and light studded leather, for the Patrol Captains, and the Commandant should he ever leave the fort on patrol duty, a shirt of chain is given. For weapons, all members are equipped with spears, shortbows, and saps. All of this is usually more than sufficient to carry out their duties. In times of war, the entire patrol can be banded together to form a light cavalry unit, but as they lack numbers they are more likely to be used as scouts and carriers of wartime dispatches. This would also take a few days, time needed to gather from all corners of the District.

The Silver Axes: 100 -5 Greybeards(Majors, 5th level warriors) 12.5gp/month -5 Seconds(1st Lieutenants, 3rd level warriors) 7.5gp/month -90 Axes(PFC, 3rd level warriors) 180gp/month Salary: 200gp/month - - - - - The Silver Axes are an entirely dwarven unit created for the purpose of guarding Argent's crucial silver mines. Though not originally made as a dwarven only unit, it became such when after ten years only dwarves had signed up. In the end, it could be considered quite beneficial, with the dwarves able to see underground even without light if necessary. The unit expands and grows with ever new mine added to the Dragon's Teeth Mountains, and remains tasked with the duty to guard the mines. Both from any bandits or raiders looking to get rich quick, as well as any subterranean that creep into the tunnels on occasion. It's a common joke in the mining communities that a member of the 'Axes can't be promoted to Greybeard status without actually possessing such a beard. There is certainly precedence for it given that all current Greybeards do in fact have grey beards. The Seconds are just that, seconds, next in command of whatever mine guard they are stationed with. Unofficially they are also the most likely to be chosen to succeed in being chosen for their station's Greybeard when the previous one dies or retires. Each of Argent's currently five mining complexes has twenty of the Silver Axes stationed there. -1 Greybeard -1 Second -18 Axes For gear, every member is garbed in scale mail and carries dwarven waraxes alongside a sturdy wooden shield and a light crossbow. It's true that in times of war the unit could be brought together given a few days to prepare, but it is unlikely. They are more likely to be left to continue guarding the mines from any fool who thinks the war would make the silver mines easy pickings.

 

The Fairford Militia: 500 -1 Militia Captain(Captain, 4th level warrior) 2gp/month -499 Militia Volunteers(P E-1, 1st level warriors) 499gp/month - - - - - Total Salary after 50% Militia Discount: 250.5gp/month Fairford has had a decades long standing tradition of self reliance, and the militia has remained active since the dark days when Argent was still named Blackstone. While the Militia may lack the discipline of the Argent Guard, their strong spirits and dedication do wonders to close the gap.

Total Monthly Salary 4,461gp/month

Extra Munitions Storage Fort Teljo: 8,000 Arrows 400gp Fairford: 56,000 Arrows 2,800gp Mining Towns: 200 Bolts each, total of 1,000 Bolts 100gp ---------------- Total after a 50% Discount: 1,675gp

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Definite Sources 1: Silver -5 Mines, each with a foundry -15 miles of total mining tunnels, 3 at each current mine Extras: Expect expansion with nearly every income cycle depending on amount of income. 2: Sheep's Wool -5 Shepherding villages, each with 5 farms, or sheep pastures. -25 total sheep farms/pastures Extras: Argent produces most of the wool used for clothing throughout Tylanis. Possible expansion every now and again depending on funds. 3: Wine -3 Vineyard 'Estate' farms, each with brewery and manor house. -1 is owned by the Surilie Brothers, 1 by a elder woman named Tamika and her family, and 1 by the Nightingale family. Unlike the previous two, the Nightingales are minor nobility in their own right. Extras: Each of the Vineyards and their wines is known to any self respecting noble or other upper class personage. The more common wines with less, say personality, are not an uncommon sight in most inns and taverns either. Carradyn is known to take a good bottle from one of the vineyards better years with him to most council meetings. Of the three of Argent's primary income sources, the vineyards are the least likely of imminent expansion, but such things may change with any sudden rise in the district's wealth.

Other Possible Sources I bought 4 smithies in Fairford, two of them(weapons/armor and tools), don't really matter, but the other 2... -2 Smithies(Silver/Jewelry) -Extras: Possible, depending on further growth from the silver trade. Farming -3 Farming Villages(food), total of 15 produce farms. Expansion? If need depending on district growth and storage facilities. Stores/Trade: I originally planned to have a market in Fairford, but when costs started adding up it was one of the things I cut and downgraded to... -4 Stores(misc) -Extras: Expansion? May in the future combine them and pay the remaining cost for a full fledged market if profitable.

 

1: Taxes(assuming I understood correctly)

2: 50% of Telria's Alchemical profits

3: The Golden Pears of Argent, Carradyn's personal orchard.

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*Copied from relevant app section*

Race Breakdown: By species, like in most of Tylanis humans are the most predominate, although perhaps by not nearly as much as other districts. Fifty-six percent of the population is made up of humans, dwarves at roughly twenty-three percent are the single biggest contender. The halflings have the distant third place at nine percent, gnomes reside at five percent, and the remaining seven percent is a various mix. Elves, and usually therefore half-elves are the least populous of the more common species, perhaps due to lack of woodland or some such. Even the half-orcs were more numerous at the last census then those of elven blood.

Crafts-wise nearly twenty percent of the total population is given over the mining, smelting, and crafting work generated by Argent's silver mines. Approximately seventy-five percent of the population are some sort of farmer or farmhand, with more than half of them being shepherds and sheep ranchers. The rest is given over to the mix of quarry workers, fishermen, and your general jobs. The vineyard families and their workers are actually near the bottom, given the comparative few needed to work them and manage the operation as compared to elsewhere.

District Purchases Total Population: 40,717 Fairford Population Estimate: 26,077 Buildings: -1,304 Grand House 'Apartments': 1.304 million gp -20ft(10ft thick) high City Walls on all sides: 40,000gp --2 Huge Gates(Steel), one east, one west(to the mountains and mines): Free -8 Towers(standard 30ft high), one on each city corner, one on either side of each gate: 200,000gp -Barracks: 15,000gp -Graveyard: 10,000gp -Granary: 30,000gp -Shops x4: 80,000gp -Jail: 35,000gp -Paved Streets: 60,000gp -Sewers: 60,000gp -Cathedral of Abadar: 100,000gp -Guildhall(Miners/Smiths): 25,000gp -Inn & Tavern 'The White Hart': 55,000gp -4 Smithies, 2 silver/jewelry, 1 tools, 1 weapons/armor: 60,000gp -Town Hall: 55,000gp -Hospital: 75,000gp -Everflowing Spring: 12,500gp -Telria's Alchemist Workshop: 0gp(paid out of personal budget) -------- Working Total: 2,286,500gp Fort Teljo Total Population: 30 -Fort Teljo Total Cost: 85,000gp Farming Villages Total Population: 930 -3 Farm x5 - Population 250 -3 Grand House x3 - Population 60 Total Cost: 159,000gp Farming Villages(Sheep Pastures) Total Population: 1,550 -5 Farm x5 - Population 250 -5 Grand House x3 - Population 60 Total Cost: 265,000gp Mining Complexes Total Population: 2,500 -5 Silver Mine Complex(3 miles of tunnel) -5 Grand House x50 -5 Foundry Total Cost: 600,000gp Vineyards Total Population: 330 The Vineyards are three separate Winery business own by the mostly friendly and competitive owners, Surilie Brothers, Tamika, and Nightingale, siblings, single, and family own respectively. -3 Farm(Wine Estate) -3 Brewery -3 Manor Total Cost: 90,000gp Villages, Hamlets, and Thorpes Total Population: Roughly 9,000gp -90 Grand House x5 Total Cost: 450,000gp

[TheMagicalMick]

1.) Some various tidbits that are probably common knowledge:
-Blithe is actually his late mother's maiden name.
-Garrick grew up a bastard street urchin and made himself from a poor commoner to the land ruling nobility he is today.
-He used to be a fairly well known pirate, Captain of a few ships that prowled the waters until the previous King offered him a pardon and a landless title in exchange for the help of his naval force in a conflict. The same ships that now anchor and patrol around the district as "protection".
-Garrick has a number of close followers who are all half elves like him.
-His symbol is a simple black circle with a white anchor in the center of it.
-One can find many things they might want on the SE island of the district if they look hard enough.
-Nobody is quite sure exactly how old Garrick is due to his half-elf blood, but early thirties is a likely a safe guess.
-If you're looking for sailors and marines to hire onto your crew, the bars on the SE island generally have a good amount looking to sign on with a ship.
-Despite already being a huge city at around 35,000 inhabitants not counting it's guard and armed forces, Gateway City can often have easily two to five thousand more people as a sort of transient population in it's borders at a given time from a combination of merchants, sailors taking liberty in port, drifters looking for work, and travelers looking for a ship to take them to their next destination.
-It only costs a copper to get a ride on one of the double sized Jollyboats that constantly ferry people between the three islands and the mainland.
-"I'd rather steal from Garrick Blithe." is a relatively common phrase in the Isles among the common folk to express how little someone wants to do something, though none could tell you where or when it started.
-That Garrick has bastards around the various nations from his life at sea is widely regarded as truth despite none being specifically known or officially acknowledged.

 

Mia The loyal right hand of Garrick ever since he was a young child trying to survive on the streets on the Southeast Isle of Gateway City, his first mate when he was Captain of the Horizon, second in command when he led a small fleet of pirate ships, and now his closest confidant now that he's the ruler of the district. While Garrick has managed to hide most of the signs of his former life, Mia still owns it because it works best for what she does. She is the one who takes care of matters when Garrick is away or can't be seen getting his hands dirty with certain things and people treat her with respect when she walks around the city, because they know what happens to people who get on her bad side. Despite being a woman, Garrick had never seen her in or display any desire for anything but pants, and he never thought it was wise to suggest a skirt or dress, so when he got clothing tailors for all his closest followers, he had her fitted in male style clothing. The high class clothing tailored with fine materials that would be suitable for lower royalty at odds with her short hairstyle that is shaven down to stubble on the sides, a handful of piercings in her ears and eyebrow, and a few tattoos that peek out from the edges of her sleeves and shirt collar. It leads to a very bizarre combination of respectable noble and criminal. Fairly short for a Half-Elf at 5'6", she is actually fairly attractive despite her style, or would be if not for most people's instincts screaming a loud warning at them that this woman is dangerous and not one hundred percent emotionally stable. The fact she is not hesitant to settle matters with violence if need be has helped Garrick many times in his experiences. Pirate Captains aren't always safe from even their own crew at times, but when Mia releases her anger on a potentially mutinous crew member in a horrifyingly brutal fashion developed while fending for herself on the streets despite her small stature, it tends to stop all future attempts before they even start. Possibly the only person that Garrick can consider a true friend.

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Character Name: Garrick Blithe
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Rogue
Title/House/Guild: Count of The Gateway Isles
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Description:
Areas of Influence: Shipping/Trading/Black Market/Leisure

Character History: Garrick rose to power the hard way. By fighting for everything he got. Born the bastard of an elf merchant passing through and a human waitress who believed words of running off to a better life, Garrick knew what hardness life could bring at a younger age than one should be allowed to. Not just because of his poverty in a city that used up the poor and spat them out, but also due his heritage. His mother would never say it, but she was reminded of the elf who took advantage of her gullibility every time she saw some of the elf features he inherited, so he had to find his own way in the world even at a young age. Garrick quickly learned that there were limits on what a person could achieve on their own. The best fed of the street urchins always fell into one of two categories. Either they were the biggest, toughest around, or they had plenty of followers. Garrick knew he was never going to be the toughest, so followers was the path he needed and the first he knew he'd target was a girl in his neighborhood. She was one of the ones who was the toughest around. The other kids avoided her not because she was large, but because she was ruthless. Her name was Mia. Some street urchins fought until one didn't want to feel pain anymore and ran away. When Mia fought for something she wanted, she made a point to fight until the other was no longer capable of fighting again. It kept her competitors for anything she had her eye on from challenging her unless they were particularly brave.. or stupid.

Some years passed and Garrick found himself as the head of a small gang of half-elves. It turned out he wasn't the only one who found a hard time fitting in and was looking for strength in a group and as Garrick grew up and became healthier from being more well fed, he had turned into a handsome man and used his charms and dubious morals to advance himself in this world. He got his first ship from a man who owed him a large debt after a card game. It wasn't a particularly nice ship, but it was sea worthy. He and he others had grown up on the islands and lived around sailors their entire life, so they decided to see what was out there in the world. They were surprised to see that the rules of the world weren't all that different from the rules of the city. If you were strong, you could take what you wanted. If you were weak, you went hungry.

Before he knew it, he was the Captain of the flag ship of a small fleet of "merchant" ships. His simple flag was well recognized by others and many would pay tolls rather than risk a fight. Garrick actually preferred this method. It was none of the risks of death from battle, but he still got plunder. He wondered if this was what happened as you continued to get more and more powerful. What could you get from others with even more power? Where did it stop? He decided to find out when the old king of his homeland offered him the status of nobility in exchange for his fleet's service as privateers in whatever small scuffle the nation was currently in. He took the offer and Captain Blithe became Count Blithe, though he still preferred it if his crew called him Captain. It was a largely hollow title, with no lands to rule over, but it was still an in to nobility. It opened up new worlds to him that were previously unknown.

Once his ships' service was over, he brought them back to the Gateway Isles to open up his own merchant company with his flag's symbol as the company's symbol. Though more legitimate now, Garrick learned there was a whole different world of crime he was missing out on previously. Rather than sail in the seas and hunt prizes, on land there were things like taxes, tolls, protection fees, and much much more. It was a whole new way to make money and he was sure to slowly work his fingers into most everything that went on in those three islands until his influence was enough that the old King had no choice but to give him official reign over it as Garrick dealt with various sources of corruption so that rather than the taxes being trickled away here and there, Garrick ended up with some and sent the rest on it's way. Though Garrick took a larger share than anyone had prior, his share was less than way before where twenty different sources took a smaller share, leading into better profitability for the nation, Garrick's small fleet and loyal crews enforcing his will upon any upstarts who might try to take over his cushy lifestyle.

It was good being in charge. Would being a King be even better?

Writing Sample: "..so he just drinks it down in one go, and couldn't understand for the life of him why we all couldn't stop laughing." Garrick smiled as his dinner guests, the heads of various small merchant companies, laughed at his amusing story. He took a drink from his glass of wine, some nice import that he had picked up two casks of when it had passed through the ports recently. Soft steps walked up behind him as a man leaned down and whispered into his ear 'We've got him, Captain'. Once the message had been passed, Garrick sat down his glass and looked to his guests. "If you'll excuse me, some urgent business has come up that I must attend to personally. Please, eat, drink, enjoy yourselves." If any of his guests had an idea of what kind of business had come up, they gave no indication. Some knew better than to pry, others simply were oblivious to his activities and continued on with their enjoyment. Garrick pushed his chair back and stood up, heading out of the dining hall.

Outside of the door, the man who delivered the message and a woman waited for him, both half-elves and both clothed in similar fashion. They wore charcoal grey pants tucked into black leather boots. Attached to the pants were suspenders in the same grey. Each wore a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just below the elbows and the top two buttons undone. On the collar of each shirt is a black disc with the shape of an anchor punched out of the middle of it, the white shirt showing through to make the anchor look white. To top off the uniform, each wore a grey bowler hat. Despite the relatively fine make of the clothing, both looked fairly hard, as if they didn't used to be such presentable people.

The woman handed Garrick a hat similar to theirs but black in color, a sword belt holding a short sword in the style of a gladius and a small pouch that jangled a little bit at he put it around his waist just below his particularly fine tailored vest, and finally a walking cane. Once he had gotten it all, the three of them headed out a back door leading to a small private dock where a ferry waited for them. It was only a short ride across the dark waterway that separated the northern island from the southeast island. The trip was taken in relative silence, only the sound of the four men on the oars as they splashed into the water and then the rhythmic clanking of the oarlocks turning, with only an occasional comment to the four from the man on the rudder. The ferry men had a fairly good idea what was going on and they kept their heads down and kept quiet.

When they reached the other island and the man who was in charge of the rudder tossed up a rope to secure them to the cleats, Garrick and the other two stepped onto it. The woman stopped and turned to the ferrymen. "Stay here and take a break. We'll be back in a bit." The men nodded quickly before she turned and followed Garrick and the man into the narrow and winding streets of the pleasure island. Soon they were walking together, Garrick in front with his walking stick not being actually used for any supporting, but tapping softly against the rough cobblestone road, and the other two following a step behind side-by-side. Unlike other people who generally had to shove through the streets crowded with people from various nations going about sating their various desires, the crowd seemed to part for the three as the uniform was well known in these parts. Even the drunks seemed to be pulled out of the way by their more sober companions, normally accompanied with a courteous 'Captain' greeting. Garrick would just respond to those with an occasional touch to the front of his hat before he headed down a small alley and down a set of uneven stairs to a door that he knocked on with the top of his walking stick.

The door was answered by a half-elf man in the same garb as the other two. "Captain." he acknowledged part as greeting but also to tell the others inside who it was at the door as he let the three in.

As they walked in, Garrick saw who they had come here for. A human man was tied to a chair in the center of the room. Around the room was four other half-elves, three men and one woman, in the same uniform. They were mostly leaning against the wall, their forms only barely illuminated by the lanterns in the center of the room that kept the human well lit. Next to the human was one final uniformed half-elf, this one a woman. Her hat was off showing her hair cut down to stubble in a mannish fashion. As she turned, there was speckles of blood marring her white shirt as well as her hands which seemed to be the cause of the tied human's black eye and busted lip. If she didn't look so dangerous right now, one might actually have the courage to say she was actually fairly attractive, though most anyone who knew of her knew better than to even think it. "Captain, just warming him up a bit before you got here." She smiled and wiped at a drop of blood on her cheek with her clean hand, which only served to smear it rather than get it off.

"Thank you Mia. So what is this thief's name?" As Garrick asked the question, he handed his walking stick and hat to one of the people lingering in the room. Then his vest was unbuttoned and handed over. It would do no good to get his blood on such fine clothing.

"Robert Painter, one of the guards for this area." Mia responded as she walked over to a small table that had a few tools of pain delivering. A sap, brass knuckles, a hammer, and a knife. She picked up a cloth and cleaned off her hands.

Garrick removed a ring from his middle finger that bore the same symbol as the other half-elves' collar before he begun rolling up his sleeves. He looked over to Mia as she tried to clean herself and pointed to his cheek, showing her where she forgot to get before turning to the tied up city guard. "See Robert, we have a problem here." He begun as he pulled up a chair to the guard who was watching Garrick closely with his one eye that wasn't swollen. Garrick continued. "The system works on give and take.. but when you get greedy and try to take more, see that's when troubles start. The shop owners under this new burden start asking questions like 'Didn't I already pay what I owed?' and 'Hey, why am I paying at all?' and that's just bad for business. Nobody likes it. Why do you think nobody's looking for you?" Garrick held out his hand to his side and Mia placed the sap in his hand. "If the crime of disrupting the business of this city wasn't bad enough, you did the worst thing possible." Garrick stood up now. "You stole from me." Gone was the charming and infectious smile and jovial tone from only a short time ago at his dinner party. In their place were cold calculating eyes. There wasn't any particular malice in them, no. If any emotion could even be discerned in the hard gaze he gave the guard, it could possibly be called disappointment. Almost as if the guard were a puppy who just refused to be house broken and needed to be punished.

The sap was raised and brought down quickly on the cheek bone of the man. Not enough to knock him out, but just cause plenty of pain. Again and again the sap was brought down until the man was just sobbing and bleeding from a few new cuts and missing teeth. Garrick held out the sap and Mia took it from him, handing him a cloth in return that he used to wipe off his hands and face of any stray blood before tossing the cloth down. He looked to Mia. "You know what to do. Finish up here and dump him somewhere public. Maybe it'll give pause to the next person who thinks they can get away with stealing from us. Return the extra fees he took from the shops, and the usual split for our recovered money. Ten percent to the person who tipped us off and ten percent to the taverns for at least a free round, and ten percent to buy food for the poor. Bring the rest back to the villa with you." It was a very calculated system of what to do with recovered money from a thief, because it wasn't the first time this had happened. You always returned the money to the shop keepers first. They had already paid their fees and if they lost all their money, they'd go out of business and there'd be nobody left to pay fees. The ten percent to the tip off was simply good business. People were eager to tell you someone was stealing from you if they knew they'd see a reward despite being the bearer of bad news. The money to the taverns kept people happy and they knew it was his people who bought them a drink. The final ten percent was to the poor. Sure Garrick could tell himself it was to keep the people happy and thankful to them, but it was also the fact that he was once poor himself, as was everyone else in his crew. They all knew what it was like to go hungry. Besides, it was true a grateful population was an awfully powerful thing.

Garrick got himself fully dressed back up as he could hear Mia working over the man behind him. It was time to head back home. Perhaps there'd be some of that good wine left when he got there, he thought with a smile.

District Description: The Gateway Isles are perhaps the smallest district in the nation of Tylanis as far as land goes, but certainly not the least important. The three islands at the Southwest edge of the island nation originally found themselves as large port towns until the cities continued to expand to the point that they became a single sprawling mass connected by a small fleet of ferries that allowed people to travel to each of the the three small islands as well as to the mainland of Tylanis from the northern most of the three small land masses. A hub of commerce, everything under the sun can be found in it's bustling ports and markets, especially things considered less than legal or moral. Thanks to the busy nature of the ports, a decent sized portion of the population is transient, mostly sailors looking for a ship to sign on with. Due to the large number of ships from a variety of nations that come to the ports, it is also a frequent layover point for travelers. Rather than a person from the Forests of Memet looking for a ship to take them straight to the Black Swamp, they'll get passage to the Isles where it'll be much easier to find a ship headed to their destination. All of these visitors has caused plenty of places of indulgence to spring up to cater to them in attempt to free them from their money, be it with gambling, drinking, flesh, or any other vices one could generally imagine.

Though the three islands have come to be one city, the islands still create a sort of divider between the different parts of the district....

-The Southwest island is the primary port for ships unloading and loading cargo. The streets here are both wide, smooth, and well maintained to allow two large wagons to be able to easily pass side-by-side to help expedite cargo movement between ships and warehouses. A lighthouse is maintained just off the coast of this island as a signal for ships. The majority of the permanent populace on the island work the docks, ship repairs, the warehouses, the ferries, and security for it all. The city guard is strongest on this island as they are tasked with making sure there is no theft in the large rows of warehouses, as well as no crew anxious for liberty gets out of control until they reach the Southeast island.
-The Southeast island is the primary pleasure island. It is generally the immediate destination of the vast majority of people who just made port as it contains the vast majority of gambling dens, taverns, brothels, street markets, as well as plenty of dark alleys leading to most things a man could desire. The buildings are built packed together with narrow alleys and streets that often angle up or down, or curve. The multiple story tall buildings are needed in order to be able to house a population that is significantly more than the other two islands combined. By keeping the shadier activities mainly to this island, it also keeps the majority of crime there as well. This island is the least officially policed so long as what happens on that island stays on that island and the taxes and cut of profits are flowing. The only noticeably modern and well planned out feat of engineering on this island is it's sewer system. With so many people stacked up on top of each other, including outsiders, disease is always a major concern and a small portion of the city's budget is always set aside to pay the fees to contract clerics from outside the district to handle any outbreaks.
-The Northern island is where the nicer part of the district is. Here is where you'll find the merchant company owners, masters or mistresses of flesh trade, heads of marine mercenary companies, and others like them who have enough money to own a small chunk of the nicer land on which to reside on. The houses here are more often resembling small walled villas. The city guards here are mostly tasked with making sure people on this island belong here, as the private house guards that occasionally border on small military forces ensure the peace is kept. Unlike the other two islands, this island doesn't have a large temporary population. The majority of visitors to this island are the captains and merchants who can afford the significantly increased safety and luxury of renting a room here.

In between these three islands are a swarm of ferries who are free of charge, as their crews are paid with a small portion of ship's docking fees and other taxes the city collects. The standard ferry is crewed by five men, two rowers in both the bow and stern, each with a single long oar. It is directed and helped steered by a man sitting in the back with a hand directing a rudder. In between the two sets of oarsmen is two double-wide benches that each sit five to a side, for a maximum passenger load of twenty. There are also a good number of cargo ferries that are roughly the same size and tasked with moving various supplies and items between the three islands. Around the islands in various locations, a ship can often be seen anchored or patrolling, a white flag with a black circle that has a white anchor inside of it the main distinguishing mark to give warning to anyone who would think break the laws, or more accurately, Garrick's laws, in these waters.

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-1/2 Bank (N Island): 35,000 gp
-Governor's Mansion Upgrade: 30,000 gp


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Gateway Guards: 805 -1 Commander of the Guard (Lvl5) -4 Captains of the Guard (Lvl4) -160 Guard Sergeants (Lvl3) -640 Guardsmen (Lvl2) Salary: 1,293 gp/month - - - - - There is one Captain stationed on each island and one for the mainland that is largely an administrative job. Each patrol consists of 1 Sergeant and 4 Guardsmen. There are generally 55 such patrols stationed on the Southwest island where the Guard Headquarters is located, 30 patrols on the Northern island, 35 on the Southeast island, and 40 covering the much larger area of the Mainland. The equipment for the guard is an armored coat, heavy wooden shield, gladius, and a sap for nonlethal uses. One can always recognize a guardsman by his long armored leather coat. Sergeants have a small silver patch on their collar to distinguish rank, with the Captains having one of gold. The Guard is often a place where people gain experience and training in order to apply for the Marines.

Gateway Marines: 927 -9 Colonels (Lvl7) -18 Captains (Lvl5) -90 Lieutenants (Lvl3) -270 Sergeants (Lvl5) -540 Corporals (Lvl3) Salary: 1,701 gp/month - - - - - The pride of the Gateway Isle military, these confident soldiers are the pinnacle of naval combat. Used in ship defense, boarding actions, night assaults, and beach landings, each soldier is both well drilled and extremely capable swimmers. A ship will generally have either 1 Company or 1 Division attached to it while on patrol depending on various circumstances. -2 Lance Corporals and 1 Sergeant form a Team. (3 men) -3 Teams and 1 Lieutenant form a Squad. (10 Men) -5 Squads and 1 Captain form a Company. (51 men) -2 Companies and 1 Colonel form a Division. (103 men) Their gear is light and not cumbersome, as heavy armor or shields would mean certain death if you end up the water. Each man wears Leather Armor treated to be black. Both as a warning visible at long distances in the day that a ship is protected, and to blend into the dark for night operations. Each Marine has a longbow used to soften up a ship's crew before they get into boarding range. When preparing for combat, a Sergeant will have a length of rope wrapped around his torso diagonally with grappling arrows to bring the ship in for boarding action or to scale walls in night assaults while the two Corporals in his team carry the various equipment they might need to face a situation. Once they get into melee range, they have a boarding ax strapped to their thigh and on their back is a light wooden shield for melee combat, generally breaking up into their three man teams that try to focus on surrounding and quickly dispatching their targets with teamwork. Rank is fairly simple, with grey thread sewing a circle on the shoulders of a Sergeant. A Lieutenant gets a second circle inside of that circle sewn. A Captain gets a dot in the center of the two circles. A Colonel gets a solid filled in circle. There is normally always three Divisions stationed on the mainland at Camp Kraken. Many of the Marines are Guards who realized they had a lot of potential and applied to join, which keeps even the lowest ranks stocked as fighters well above beginners. Unlike some military forces where the officers are rich kids who's parents pulled strings, all soldiers in the Marines start their career off as a Corporal. It is only after they have served enough time and gathered enough experience that the best are presented a choice. Either continue their progress to become a Sergeant for their career, or if they are promising enough, they can elect to go to the military academy in Gateway City to study and train to become an officer.

Gateway Navy: 6 ships, 292 People -2 Warships (Frigate; GIN Horizon, GIN Tiny) -4 Sailing Ships (Brigantines; GIN Seer, GIN Prize, GIN Star, GIN Elly) -6 Captains (Lvl 7) -6 Executive Officers (Lvl5) -280 Seamen (Lvl 3) Income: 602 gp/month - - - - - Though it is called the Gateway Isles Navy, until recently they were a privately owned fleet. Even before that, they were Garrick's pirate fleet that received pardons by the previous King in exchange for service. Despite no longer being called First Mates and Pirates, and now being called Executive Officers and Seamen, there are plenty who still remember the reputation these ships had. Those who don't are reminded by the flag flown by each ship, the same black circle with a white anchor. Each of the four Brigantines are crewed by 30 sailors with a Captain, an XO, and generally supplemented with 1 Companies to 1 Division of Marines. The two warships are crewed by 80 sailors with a Captain, an XO, and always carrying at least a Division of Marines. All six ships have 10 Light Ballista lining both the port and starboard sides of the ship. The Seamen, while not as sharp looking as the Marines, are equipped with leather armor generally only put on when there is impending combat. They operate the light ballistas on the ship while at range until the ships close in. They then use boarding pikes secured around the masts so they can assist the Marines from behind, and hand axes for when there are forced into close combat or cutting enemy boarding lines to disengage. Though they normally patrol around the local waters of the Gateway Isles, when employed in combat operations, they're most commonly deployed in Task Forces of 1 Frigate and 2 Brigantines, each carrying a Division of Marines and support personnel.

Support Personnel -34 Corpsmen (Lvl3 Adepts) -30 Caravan Drivers (Lvl2 Commoners) Salary: 113 gp/month These are the various support personnel available to the Gateway military. The Corpsmen are a medical group that are often attached to Marine Divisions to treat casualties. Though noncombatives, they have been trained to be able to keep up with the Marines in every other aspect so as to not burden the group they're assigned to. The Caravan Drivers are a borderline militia group that are only called upon for service when a serious enough military engagement is expected that the Marines will need a supply train to accompany them, normally packed with food, water, and arrows, and camp equipment. The Caravan is generally only used when at least three Divisions are being deployed together. There are three groups of 10 driver/passenger pairs that operate five medium wagons per group.

Gateway Fire Department: 1 Ship, 100 People (Non-Combative Force) -1 Sailing Ship (Modified Cutter; GFD Cover) -1 Fire Captain (Lvl3) -70 Firefighters (Seaman Apprentice (Lvl2) -20 Ship Operators (Lvl1)/9 Medics (Lvl1) Salary: 136 gp/month - - - - - Unlike the Navy, this rare professional fire fighting crew and ship has existed for quite some time. Due to the excess of wooden houses stacked up on top of each other on the SE island, and the mass of docked ships and warehouses on the SW island, fire was always a serious concern. Out of this concern the Gateway Fire Department was created. Though fairly small, they are essential to the safety of the city, and as their jobs can and often end in personal injury or death, they are highly respected by the population. Their main piece of equipment is the modified cutter. Taking the idea behind an everflowing spring, and basically building a large water tight storage tank on the ship, it uses the built up water pressure with hoses to fight the fires. The Firefighters wear fire resistant boots and their clothing is covered by a layer of raw hides which isn't prone to taking to flame. Their main two pieces of equipment is a wood ax and a crowbar. Using the ship and the tools, they fight fires whenever one springs up and rescues anyone trapped by the fire to get them medical attention from the medics.

Everyone's Total Salary 3,845 gp/month

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Total Population: 40,066 (Plus Visitors)
Military Cost: 152,665 gp
Military Salary: 3,845 gp/month
Total Cost: 3,879,665 gp

Population Makeup:
-66% Human
-11% Half-Elf
-6% Elf
-5% Catfolk
-4% Vanara
-4% Half-Orc
-2% Halfling
-2% Misc

Population Jobs:
-27.5% Waterfront Workers/Cargo Movers
-20% Merchants
-17.5% Black Market Workers/Merchants
-6% Military/Guard/Sailors/Firefighting
-5% Misc Business Employees
-3% Prostitutes
-2.5% Ferrymen
-2.5% Farmers
-2.5% Private House Guards
-2.5% Servants/Park Maintenance
-1% Villagers
-10% Too Young For Job

A large amount of Half-Elves can be found here as Garrick tended to gather them around him. There is also a good amount of Half-Orcs as they find themselves treated fairly normally. Most of the Catfolk and Vanara originated from the crews of Garrick's ships during his Pirate days of roaming all the lands and decided to settle here, causing some more to immigrate. They both still have a very healthy representation in the Gateway Navy. The majority of the Elves are people originally from Memet who either wanted the exciting city life, or live there full time due to trade.

Gateway City Actually three separate islands, the city has gotten so big that they've spilled over the original land masses. The boundaries are now no different than a forked river splitting one giant river into three. Ships are constantly pulling in or of the docks, and ferries stream between the isles carrying passengers or cargo. -1 Paved Roads = 60,000 -1 Sewer System = 60,000 -200 Double-sized Jolleyboats = 20,000 Cost = 3,290,000 gp Total Population = 36,771 Northern Home to all the wealthy citizens, this is one of the few places in the city where there is plenty of space. The majority of the population on this island are servants, private house guards at the socially acceptable number of ten per household, and city guards, with the actual home owners being wealthy enough to afford their own mansion in order to live here. The wide paved streets here are not due to the need for moving cargo like in the Southwest, but simply as a statement that the people here are wealthy enough to afford the space for streets that mean nobody needs to actually come in contact with another unless they so desired it. Before reaching the Governor's Mansion, there is a park in which plenty of shade casting trees and beautiful flowers grow and are tended to by groundskeepers. Often young officers-in-training can be seen relaxing here during their time off. A recent addition to this area is a bank, located near the Merchant's Guildhall. -1 Governor's Mansion (+30,000gp Upgrade) -40 Mansions = 200,000 -Barracks (Guard) = 15,000 -1 Guildhall (Merchant Guild) = 25,000 -1 Cistern = 15,000 -1 Park = 10,000 -1 Bank = 35,000 -1 Military Academy Cost = 420,000 gp Population = 1,193 Citizens, 151 Guards Total Population = 1,344 Southwest Here is where the major port and warehouse facilities are located, including an absolutely huge waterfront. The Guard presence here is strong to discourage any ship crews from making any threats, as well as keeping all the contents of the warehouses safe. The civilian population here all have jobs as dock workers, work in the warehouses moving and organizing cargo, or in the shipyard facilities that are more geared towards repairs rather than building. They live in apartment buildings, but nicer maintained and in much less close quarters than the Southeast island. Both the Guard Headquarters and the Port Management Headquarters are located here, making sure everything is both safe, and records are properly kept and taxes and port fees are paid by Merchants and Captains. At the end of a man made piled rock bridge at the SW corner of the island, a tall lighthouse is stationed, both as a beacon to captains making way for the island, as well as a watchpost for the Guard to make sure there are no hostile fleets on the horizon. The Gateway Fire Department keep their ship docked here when it's not in use. -400 Grand Houses = 400,000 -1 Waterfront (Doubled) = 180,000 -1 Garrison (Guard/Fire Dept HQ) = 70,000 -1 Bureau (Port Management) = 25,000 -1 Cistern = 15,000 -1 Tower (Lighthouse) = 25,000 Cost = 715,000 gp Population = 4112 Citizens, 277 Guards, 100 Fire Department Total Population = 4489 Southeast Here is where the thriving mass of buildings and humanity reside. One of the most crowded and busy areas around, the buildings are apartment buildings five rooms tall, two wide, and stacked next to one another. The roads here are paved, but much narrower than the paved roads of the rest of the city, not needing to haul cargo of Southwest or afford the open space of Northern. A thriving market is on this island, and if one looks a little harder, an equally thriving black market that sells just about anything one might desire. If one continues into the depths of the island's darker neighborhoods and winding alleys, there are paths that lead to an underground arena where bets can be placed on fights to the death be it man vs man, man vs beast, or beast vs beast. When the thirst for blood is quenched, there is a foreign district as well as plenty of Inns and Taverns to cater to both the local populace and the large foreign populace who have come here to do business or simply have their ship dock for crew liberty to blow off some hard earned pay. -1,200 Grand Houses = 1,200,000 -1 Market (Doubled) = 240,000 -1 Black Market (Doubled) = 250,000 -1 Foreign Quarter = 75,000 -1 Arena = 100,000 -1 Cistern = 15,000 -1 Barracks (Guard) = 15,000 -4 Inns = 200,000 -2 Taverns = 60,000 Cost = 2,155,000 Population = 30,762 Citizens, 176 Guards Total Population = 30,938 (Plus Visitors)

Mainland The largest, yet least developed part of the district that the Gateway Isles are a part of, the two largest uses for the mainland is food production and military training and housing. The land is West of the large mountain range in Cyraepta and Mother's Heart, and also South of the Western Forest. The Mainland as it's only ever referred to, is comprised mostly of gentle hills, scattered woods, and rivers and streams from the mountain range runoff, making it highly suited to produce the food needed to feed a city the size of Gateway. It is also home to Camp Kraken, the walled Fort that the Gateway Marines call home while not attached to a ship. -1 Fort (Camp Kraken)/w Moat (no bridge) = 90,000 -1 Barracks (Guards) = 15,000 The large farms of the Mainland generally have a couple large families living near each other for safety and working together to provide suitable manpower for the tracks of land. The brewery's main production is the district's specialized drink, a high alcohol content wine created from locally grown kiwifruit and strawberries. It it served in almost all establishments as a staple drink, though generally diluted for both the poor as well as for sailors. The two fruit provide a large quantity of vitamins that prevent scurvy from developing in people with an unbalanced diet such as the one normally found on a ship. -100 Grand Houses = 100,000 -20 Farms = 100,000 -2 Granaries = 60,000 -1 Mill = 15,000 -1 Brewery 15,000 There are also a number of small villages that generally live off of small personal farms, hunting, and fishing, and are generally left to their own devices so long as they don't cause any trouble. -84 Houses = 42,000 Cost: 437,000 Population: 1,812 Citizens , 200 Guards, 309 Marines Total Population: 1,821

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- The Wolf Brotherhood of Mother’s Heart (Western Forest) are a martial focussed organisation of druids that have rule over the forest region formally and informally for hundreds of years.
- Uon Pine is a tree that is endemic to the region and is a wonderful boat building material.
- The current Arch Druid is Quinn Rowanquirk and at 25 he is by 30 years the youngest man to ever of held the office.
- As a young boy he was mauled by a wolf and still today he not particular strong in his arms because of the injuries he received.
- Trouble makers are dealt with by the Druids or the well trained Rangers of the region
- There is a sizable Centaur population who provide cavalry to the Mother’s Heart forces.
- The Druids hold exclusive trade rights to Memet.

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The Arch Wolf Brother of Mother's Heart Name: Quinn Rowanquirk Race: Human Class: Druid Level: 9 Title: Arch Wolf Brother of the Western Forest   Description: Quinn is 5'10" and weighs 165. He has collar length light brown hair and a wispy beard. His face still has a boyish charm with it clear skin but, there is great wisdom in his dark eyes. Both Quinn's forearms have deep scarring from a wolf attack. He wears the traditional druidic robes and carries a quarterstaff. Quinn is wise beyond his years and is a calm and patient individual. He is very learned and has a wonderfully broad knowledge of the world and of his district in particular. As a leader he seeks the counsel of those around him and finds a middle path on most occasions. However, in times of need or dispute he is willing to use authority to its full limit to achieve positive outcomes for his order and his people. Quinn prefers to be upfront in his dealings, but when push comes to shove he is willing to use any means at his disposal to help maintain balance in the realm. King Jorgen’s rise to power is of great concern to Quinn. The young monarch’s decadent lifestyle and lack of a sense of a duty to the realm are warning signs that the Arch-Druid can’t ignore. He plans to carefully monitor the situation and try his best to temper the King’s extravagance and short-sightedness. The Brotherhood of the Wolf will not tolerate over regulation or exploitation of their district. As a student of human behaviour and history, Quinn is acutely aware of the need to keep an eye on the King’s other advisors. He is more than willing to ally himself with others to block those being overly ambitious.   Areas of Influence: The Druids (Wolf Brothers) of the Western Forest control the logging of their forest. Magically helping to rapidly grow the mighty uon pines, that provide water resistant, light and incredible strong timber for ship building. They have a small well trained force of druids, rangers and centaurs that help monitor and control movements of troublesome bands of humanoids. Much to the chagrin of the major trading houses they also have exclusive trade with the Elves of Memet Forest. This is made possible by Wolf Brothers connection to the Druidic Order of the of the Forest of Memet. They also have considerable influence as the guardians of the old ways, which are still followed by many rural folk throughout the realm.   Character History: Quinn O'Connor was born the third son of a farmer in Whiteford, a small village on the Ordin river. As a child he played almost constantly in the great Western Forest across the river despite his parents’ warnings not to. One day shortly after his 11th name day he was playing among the great oaks when he was attacked by a rabid wolf. Quinn fell to the ground and the wolf began to savage him. Teeth and claws tore into his arms as he desperately tried to defend himself. A druid, who had been tracking the wolf, arrived and killed it. The druid was a strapping young man 6’10” and 200 lbs, not your stereotypical druid although he did dress in a brown robe and had a ridiculously thick black beard. The druid tended Quinn’s wounds and gave him a foul-tasting potion to counteract the rabies. He then scooped him up in his powerful arms and carried him home. The druid was named Sloane Olcan and he talked to Quinn’s parents and they agreed that in return for saving their son’s life he would tread the path of druidic wisdom and Sloane would be his guide. So it was that Quinn became the student of Sloane. For the next five years Sloane taught Quinn survival skills, basic druidic philosophy, combat techniques, animal and forest lore. At 16 Quinn was initiated into druidic order, the Brotherhood of the Wolf, and renamed Quinn Rowanquirk. On this day Sloane inspected the scars on his arms and told him you have been marked by the wolf and was destined for greatness within the Brotherhood. Quinn was given the forest near Whiteford to tend and Sloane assigned duties throughout the great forest as the need arose. Quinn grew in skills and experience over 5 years and he fought many foes including poachers and bands of goblin raiders. He tended the great planting of uon pines which grew especially well under his magical guidance.The local inhabitants of the forest and the surround came to respect the immense wisdom of the gifted young druid, he was rose through the local moot and was voted as their representative on the Grand Moot. The druids of Tylanis were incredibly radical in their philosophy looking to protect the old ways and the natural world by integrating into modern society. Maybe it was due to radicalism that Quinn despite, his young age and relevant inexperience rose quickly through the ranks. Surprisingly after a few short years he was elected as the Arch Wolf Brother. This position was the highest a druid could obtain in Tylanis with only the Grand Druid of the Forest of Memet considered to his senior. In practice the Grand Druid seldom interfered with the Brotherhood except in the most dire of circumstances. So at the age of 25 Quinn had effectively become ruler of the western forest. Shortly after Quinn's initiation ceremony as Arch Wolf Brother, the old king died and the boy rose to the throne. Now Quinn must tread carefully to stop the realm splintering apart and protect his people and the forest.   District Description: The Western Forest or as the locals call it the Mother’s Heart is a tract of ancient woolands in south-western region of Tylanis. It is situated between the coast and the central mountain range. The region is rather hilly and is spotted with small lakes and has many rivers running down to the coast. Settlements tend to be small and protected by walls of vegetation that have been tended by the druids for eons. There are small clearing where shepherds tend their flocks, moving them into the mountain meadows in the summer. For the most part the region is untamed. The major settlement is the town of Oakliegh which sits at the fork of the North and South Franklin Rivers. It acts a trading post and the river here is wide and easily navigable down to the coast. The town is home to a shipbuilding industry and the merchant fleet that trades with Memet. The town is protect by a 30 foot high wall of brambles and vines that upon the commands of the local rangers or druids can fire thorns at anyone or anything threatening the town. It is also the agriculture centre for the region with the small river plains supplying grains, fruits and vegetables. Rangers and druids dwell in or near most of settlements and also guard the mountain passes keep troublesome humanoids from raiding the civilised areas around the great bay. Deep in the heart of the forest in an ancient grove of oaks lies the true power centre of the district. It is here that the druids hold their great moot and under the roots of the ancient oaks is a stronghold they call Sanctuary. The people of Western Forest are hard working devout folk. They farm, fish, hunt and harvest timber all the time respecting the old ways as laid by the Mother. They have respect for the wisdom of the druids and their elders. The contemplative and earnest lifestyle lends itself to artisans, craftsman, writers and bards of the highest quality.   RP Sample: Quinn sat at wooden table in a small stone windowless room illuminated by a small globe of white marble that glowed with a magical light. Seated beside him was his great black wolf, Fenris. On the wall behind the young Arch Druid was a large coats of arms of the Brother Hood of the Wolf. A black wolf rampant chained to an oak tree on a field of yellow. There was a knock at the door. “Please enter,” commanded Quinn as he stood. Through the door came a nervous looking consulate from Dorn. Erik Von Hessilink was dress in an expensive blue fine woollen tunic and cream cotton pants. He was impeccably groomed as always. His features were hawkish and his black hair and beard meticulously manicured. “Arch Druid, what do I owe the pleasure of the invite,” Von Hesslink's voice dripped with a sugary insincerity. Quinn replied bluntly, “I have no time for pleasantries, sit down and only talk to answer my question, understood?” Von Hessilink was taken aback, but never the less sat opposite Quinn and replied, “Yes.” You’re on the back foot, now I will press home the advantage. “I think you know why you are here. For years you and your predecessor have relentlessly petitioned the Wolf Brotherhood to supply you with uon pine.” The consulate countered with, “We have, but….” A dagger-like stare from Quinn cut short the interjection. “You well know, we have constantly denied this request for three main reasons. Firstly, our supplies are limited. Uon pine will grow only in certain areas and needs intensive care from a druid for it reach maturity quickly. Secondly, we must meet domestic demand first, which is substantial, we are an island nation after all. Thirdly, the small amount of wood we have surplus to domestic needs, we are already contracted to supply to the elves and druids of Memet Forest. Do you agree this to be all factual.” “Yes, I do but …,” this time Erik cut himself off. Quinn continued, “So unfortunately, we cannot supply Dorn with uon pine. This however, doesn’t mean Dorn should help herself to our timber. I am sure you aware that your King has sent a party of lumberjacks to steal our pine?” “No,” Erik answered stunned. “So, you the representative of your liege was unaware of this commercial invasion?” “No, I swear I knew nothing.” “Luckily, Erik, I can believe you knew nothing. You will pass a message on to the King for me. Tell him the Wolf Brotherhood caught his men and have placed them under arrest for theft. We will release the men soon as the King arranges passage for them back to Dorn. In lieu of any fines or ransom we will keep the three ships that carried them to our shores. Do you understand this Erik.” “Yes.” “One last thing tell the King to look at our coats of arms. If you remove our tree, the wolf is unchained.” Quinn made a subtle hand gesture and in a flash Fenris leapt up on to the table, and growled as he bared his teeth bare inches from the consulate’s face. “Fenris, heel,” the wolf turned and sat back down on the floor next to his master. Quinn looked at the quivering man opposite him, “You may leave.” Erik stood and walked to the door. Just as he was leaving Quinn said, “Oh, Erik can you send someone in to clean up the puddle you left behind?” “Yes, Arch Druid,” Erik said contritely.

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Governor Mansion is used mainly for administration. It is sparsely decorated and its interior is painted in earthy tones.

Quinn owns the inn next door to the mansion and often uses it for entertaining. The chef is quite accomplished and specialises in wild ingredients. The Arch Druid also owns a near by brewery.



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Numbers, Equipment and Set-Up Costs

630	Druids	Leather Amour	Quarterstaff	3420
204	Centaur Calvary	Chainmail	Lance Longsword	32825
305	Elven Rangers	Lamellar Cuirass	Longsword Longbow 40 Arrows	20100
103	Dwarven Warriors	Chain Shirt	Greataxe Crossbow Heavy 20 Bolts	8858
709	Rangers	Leather Armour	LongSword Longbow 40 arrows	46794
103	Sea Going Rangers	Leather Armour	Longbow Sword 40 arrows	6798
			Total Set-Up	118795

Centaurs - Pack Saddle - Pack Saddle - Ranger Kit -17 gp = 3519
All other troops - Backpack -Ranger's Kit with Silk Rope replacing normal rope - 20 gp = 45140


2 Sailing Ships -20000
4 Ship's Boats -2000
6 Keel Boats- 18000
Navy Costs = 40000

510 Wolves-51000
120 Bears-24000
Total Equipment Cost = 122314

Druids Structure and Wages

Rank(Level)	Number of Troops	Wage/Troop	Total Wages
Brigadier General (6)	6	4	24
Colonel (6)	12	4	48
Lieutenant Colonel (6)	12	4	48
Major (6)	12	3.5	42
Captain (5)	12	3	36
Lieutenants (4)	576	2.5	1440
Total Number	630	Total Cost	1638
Wolves	510	Bears	120

Command Structure and Wages - Other Forces

Rank(Level)	Number of Troops	Wage/Troop	Total Wages
General(6)	1	4	4
Brigadier General (6)	5	4	20
Colonel (6)	5	4	20
Lieutenant Colonel (6)	14	4	56
		Total Cost	100

1 Brigadier General for each branch
1 Colonel for each branch
1 Lieutenant for each 100 troops

Troop Structre per 100 and Wages - Other Forces

Rank(Level)	Number of Troops	Wage/Troop	Total Wages
Major (6)	2	3.5	7
Captain (5)	2	3	6
Lieutenant (4)	4	2.5	10
Sergeants (3)	8	2	16
Corporal (2)	16	1.5	24
Private (1)	68	1	68
		Total Cost	131

1400 Troops Total Wages 3124

Total Troop Numbers 2464
Total Wages 4214

 

Military Deployment

	Oakleigh	Uon Ferry	Ardmouth	Berriedale	Deephome	Westeraway	Sanctuary	Sky Fort	Hollybrook Fort	High Road Fort	Total
Druids	105	105	105				210		105		630
Wolves	85	85	85				85		150		510
Bears	20	20	20				20		40		120
Rangers	102	101	101	101		50	101	51	50	51	709
Elven Ranger	101						100		101		302
Dwarves					103						103
Centaurs	102								102		204

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Logging – Uon Pine
Trade with Memet (Includes re-exporting to other districts)
Other Trade
Ship Building
Mining

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Human 60%
Elves 15%
Centaurs 10%
Halflings 4%
Dwarves 3%
Catfolk 2%
Kitsune 2%
Gnomes 2%
Half Elves 1%
Half orcs 1%

 

35% Farming
20% Logging
15% Hunting
10% Fishing
5% Ship Building
5% Artisans
5% Trade
5% Military
3% Druids
2% Mining

 

Oakleigh
Population:10000
Oakleigh is the capital of Mother's Heart and the main trading poet. It is about 20 miles inland from the coast and lays at the fork of the North and South Franklin river. The city is also home to the shipbuilding industry of Mother's Heart.

Uon Ferry
Population:5500
Laying South of Oakleigh on the Yarron River, Uon Ferry provides a crossing point at the first narrow point of the river 10 miles from the coast. The narrowowing of the river also provides a collection point for rafts of logs sent down from the Uon Pine plantation upstream.

Ardmouth
Population: 4800
North of Oakleigh, Ardmouth lies at the mouth of the the river Ard and is the base for a small fishing fleet.

Berriedale
Population:900
A small community of Halfings living in the foothills of the dividing range. Famous for their blackberry and raspberry jams.

Deephome
Population:800
A dwarven mining community in the central area of the Dividing Range, main source of iron ore for the district.

Westeraway
Population:300
Small fishing villages at the mouth of the Franklin River. A tower was built to out as a lookout for any raiders using the river to reach Oakleigh.

Sanctuary
Population:800
A castle that blends in with its natural surroundings. It is the ceremonial centre of the district, the Grove of the Mother, where the Wolf Brotherhood hold all their important rituals. Snactuary is not far from Oakliegh in a NW direction.

Villages
Population: 17000
Scattered throughout the district are around 200 small hamlets, thorps and villages. The residents live in large homes in extended families. Farming, fthe ishing, hunting and wood cutting are the main occupations of the country folk.

Sky Fort
Population:200
Situated high in the northern part of the Dividing Range this fort guards the major pass through the mountains to the Gilded Tome district.

Hollybrook Fort
Population:200
A fort situated deep in the northern part of the Great Forest. It was built to protect and patrol the border with the Grey District.

High Road Fort
Population:200
Situated high in the northern part of the Dividing Range this fort guards the major pass through the mountains to Cyraepta.

 

	Oakleigh	Uon Ferry	Ardmouth	Berriedale	Deephome	Westeraway	Sanctuary	Villages	Sky Fort	Hollybrook Fort	High Road Fort	Total Cost
Grand House	500	275	240	45	40	15		850				1965
Mansion	1											5
Barracks		1	1									30
Tower				1	1	1						75
Keep	1	1	1								225
Castle								1				250
Foundry					1							40
Mine					1							60
Waterfront	1											90
Pier		1	1									100
Watergate	1											5
Mill	1	1	1	1								60
Herbalist			1									25
Smithy	1	1	1	1	1							75
Inn	1	1	1	1	1							125
Jail	1											35
Stable	1	1	1									75
Bank	1											35
Everflowing Spring	1	1	1	1	1	1	1		1	1	1	100
City Walls	1	1	1	1	1	1						90
Fort									1	1	1	225

Total Build Costs =3690000

Funds Remaining - 187686

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Public Knowledge Marie has been the Harbormaster of South Port for a little over a year. Over the course of which, there have been a myriad rumors, from the mundane to the truly bizarre, about the origin and dealings of the “Lady Crow.” Among which a few have more than a few people spreading them, including: Various speculations about Marie’s love life. Claims that she is the reincarnation of Besmara, the goddess known as the Pirate Queen. Beliefs that she is actually a puppet of Cthuun von Ruuth installed after the untimely demise of Alexander Croix and his REAL daughter at sea. After manipulating the Merchant’s council of South Port into installing his puppet, Cthuun now has total control of the straight. Only time will tell when he will strike at the throne. There is an odd rumor that if you whisper Marie’s name into a mirror in a dark room three times, that within seven days you will be visited by crows and have your eyes put out. (Crow attacks are actually relatively low per capita… though so is the mirror to population ratio in South Port. Suspicious?) Among things that are ACTUALLY true-ish, and researchable facts, are the actions that Marie has taken as Harbormaster and head of the Croix Trading Company: Marie has controversially hired a good number of ‘former’ pirates to act as privateers in an initiative to counter-piracy on important trade routes connecting Tylanis to the southern nations. Marie has hastily constructed the southernmost Peninsula of South Port into a city of shanties in order to house a majority of the area’s transient citizens. Relying heavily on volunteer help and constructed from mostly recycled woods from derelict or wrecked ships, “Crowtown” as it has become known to the locals, is developing into its own interesting character. Marie has cut the district’s operational costs drastically by supporting the formation of a Recovery Guild. Where, citizens can bring useful pieces of salvage or scrap in for an appropriate reward. These items, which are bought at a much lower price than fresh materials, are used in a multitude of city infrastructure projects. The Recovery guild serves a dual purpose in that it offers rewards for the return of stolen goods, which are posted for a set time to the general public, before they are officially incorporated into the coffers of South Port. For a fee, and with proper legal evidence of ownership, the owners of such stolen goods can claim back that which was taken from them. With the Recovery Guild in full bloom, and various other means of generating capital in the works, Marie has been able to cut taxes (which were unreasonably high) to a maintainable level. While Marie is seen as being lenient on general acts of thievery, which has been on the rise since she claimed office, she is almost unfairly harsh on perpetrators of violent crimes and acts which damage property. With the reduction of taxes, and the drop in violent crime in MOST parts of the district, the general citizenry have been relatively forgiving about the rampant thieves.

 

Character Name: Marie de la Croix

Title/House/Guild: Lady (Baroness) of the Croix Trading company.

 

 

Appearance: Marie keeps mid-length brown hair, and boasts light brown eyes that have a perpetual sharp and knowing look behind them. Her facial features are fine in their appearance, and she wears light amounts of makeup to accent her thin eyebrows and give off a more classical style of beauty. Unless the situation requires, Marie de la Croix shies away from dresses or extravagant clothing, as she finds them difficult to move in; and instead wears fine female traveling clothes that typically consist of a scarf, jacket, trousers, and cape.

 

Personality: Marie is calm, collected, and calculating. Seeing the world from seats of both privilege and poverty, she has learned to accept one truth; that in order for someone to truly get what they want, and have it for themselves, they need to be able to obtain it and hold onto it by themselves. With regards to the King, Marie harbors ill feelings about the fact that such a fool can be revered as a leader. Her spite is double-fold for the concept of monarchy in general, believing that... in order for the people to prosper, a leader needs to be chosen for their merits rather than their lineage.

In social situations, her personality sways towards whatever is required. She can pretend to be a pious religious as easily as she could portray a humbled bread merchant. To those she trusts she boasts a blunt and aloof personality; often letting slip remarks that cater to her dark and sarcastic sense of humor.

While deferring all maters of combat and strategy to men, Marie, with her diverse skillset, is well versed in martial matters, and can be quite deadly as a combatant or a commander should the need arise.

 

Areas of Influence:On the surface, Marie has a strong grasp on the sea trade in and around Tylanis. However, underneath the mundane, calm waves of the Croix Trading Company, the Lady Croix has her puppet strings sewn throughout the criminal underworld of Tylanis. Always mindful to cut the strings at the appropriate times, lest her illicit dealings be revealed, Marie uses her connections on both sides of the law to benefit the nation as a whole (and, to a greater extent, benefit her own standing as well.) When she needs something important done, her nefarious minions seem to be one step ahead of Tylanis's finest... whether or not this connection has to do with her position in the Eight, however, has yet to be discovered by anybody who is still breathing.

 

Character History: At the time of Marie's birth, the Croix family was one of many smaller trading houses vying for control of Tylanis's Southern Port District. Her father, Alexander Croix, a shrewd and heartless businessman, was the Lord of the House who bore strong ambitions towards the District's Seat of Power, the Harbormaster's Overlook.

Having 3 healthy boys of his own, Alexander Croix had no practical need for a daughter other than something to be used as a bargaining tool, and he began to raise her from day one to be a proper bride, hoping to one day use her hand in marriage to join the Croix family into a position of power.

For the first several years of her life, the plan seemed to be coming together nicely. The heiress was blessed with her mother's great beauty. And though her mother died from childbirth complications early on in her life, Marie was taking well to the study of life as a young noblewoman under the tutelage of very skilled, very expensive instructors. Her tutors taught her manners, history, the arts, and various domestic principles... but as she grew into her own personality, Marie de la Croix began to find such things boring and pointless. She was much more interested in hearing about stories of pirates and vagabonds, and the play fighting that her older brothers enjoyed daily.

When she was capable enough, the Croix heiress began sneaking out of the mansion at night, traversing the streets and encountering all sorts of strange characters under the guise of a common street rat. Always careful to return before being caught by the headmistress or her maid staff.

Life continued like this until she became a young adult. At that point, she was well versed in wifely knowledge, trade knowledge (as her second oldest brother, Claude, saw fit to teach her the same things he had learned from their father), and street knowledge, having a wide array of friends and contacts on the street. From pickpockets to organized crime grunts, "Mary" as she called herself, had built a rather impressive social web in the streets of the nation's Southern Harbor.

The relationship with her father, however became increasingly strained, and it teetered on the brink of collapse when Marie learned of Alexander Croix's plot to marry her into the Lycell family, who's heir, Timothy Lycell, had just been passed his father's title of Harbormaster.

She knew Timothy Lycell, a weak willed, stupid boy in her eyes; and began to detest her father who informed her that her only purpose was to wed, breed, and live for the prosperity of her Family's name. Her father told her that the wedding was to be held once he returned from business in Dorn.

Unwilling to live her life in the service of such pathetic men as the Lycell's and her father, Marie did the two things that all successful merchants were good at, she bargained and lied. Telling him that she would cooperate fully, if only she could wear an authentic Dornish dress to her wedding... while secretly intending to flee and start a new life on foreign soil, free from her father's mechanisms. As there were no true Dornish tailors on the island nation, Alexander saw reason and consented to Marie's demand. Together, father and daughter set sail for Dorn.

The trip did not go as planned, for either Croix. Pirates assaulted the ship and made outrageous demands for Alexander Croix's life. Thinking himself to be clever, the head of house Croix attempted to barter with the Pirate Captain. Who gave one crooked smile and then stuck a blade through his leg for his insolence. As he lay on the deck, pleading and begging for his life, he looked over at Marie and desperately offered her up to the brigands. The pirate finished him off anyway, claiming that he would take the girl regardless. The pirate approached Marie, leaned over, and tried to incite despair with whispers of how her new life was going to be as his salt wife. He didn't even see the blade, nor did a single one of his men, until Marie sunk it deep into the criminal's temple. The pirate captain died instantly, and Marie, emotions cut off from the shock of her father's murder and betrayal, simply looked at the new pirate crew and told them that from then on, they were hers to command.

She did not fully understand the rules of pirates, but for some reason, they consented. Perhaps it was because of some sea-bound honor... or perhaps they knew that this girl had power deep within her and wealth to back her up. Regardless, those men were the first of many to join "House Crow."

From there, Marie's pursuit of power was merciless, with the reins of the Company in her hands she brought various organizations from the underworld into her fold, as well as absorbed various smaller legitimate entities and reformed the Trading Company.

Her three brother's had little interest in taking over their father's name. The oldest, Albert, was only interested in perfecting the art of the sword. Claude, the second, and Alexander's favorite, decided that he would rather be a proper scholar and travel the world. And the youngest, Adrian, was too embroiled with his music and many earthly vices to even care. Upon Marie's return and 'assumption' of power, all three of them surrendered to her their claim as 'Head' of the Croix Trading company, leaving it all in their sister's capable hands.

That left only one problem, Timothy Lycell, who had been struggling with ruling as Harbormaster ever since his father became too ill to assist him as an adviser. As a mock wedding dowry, Marie sent to him a cart full of crow's heads. A nod to the men in her service who insisted on calling her "Lady Crow", mainly because they couldn't properly pronounce her actual name. Distressed by this 'offering', as well as being plauged by missing shipments, various accidents, and general misfortune in the Port overall (some of which may have been done by undesirable elements now loyal to Lady Croix) Timothy began losing his grip on the loyalties of his ever decreasing pool of supporters. It wasn't long before the notable merchants of South Port came together and decided to remove House Lycell from power. Instead, placing Marie de la Croix in the position of Harbormaster through majority vote. In under a year since she took the helm, Marie accomplished that which her father could only scheme about for almost two decades.

 

Writing Sample: The men drug Marie forcefully up the stairs towards the deck of the merchant vessel. They had moved quickly, the girl thought, as it couldn't have been but minutes since alarms of an attack rang across the ship. Perhaps they blindsided us on rowboats? she pondered, almost detached from the perilous situation before her.

There were three of them, in total, she counted at least 6 total if she counted the other men she saw ransacking and taking hostages on the ship. Though she figured there were probably many more. It'd take at least 20 armed men to over run the ship's defenses, even with an ambush. As the two men dragging her made lude jokes, stinking of sweat, piss, and grog; the man in front used both arms to reopen the hatch to the surface.

A blinding ray of sun assaulted the stairwell, and the smell of seawater on the wind carried with it the metallic smell of blood. Marie forced herself not to gag; she was no stranger to such things, as her home of South Port was riddled with its share of bodies from time to time, but even so... it was a smell that a lady of a reputable merchant House had a hard time getting used to. On the deck stood a majority of the crew, the captain, as well as her father, Alexander Croix. All of whom were either on their knees or, in the case of Alexander and the Merchant Captain, standing with their arms raised in surrender.

Standing opposite of them, ahead of the ranks of filthy, unwashed brigands, stood a towering figure. His thick brown beard was braided with fish bones placed sporatically between the weaves. His rough face bore many scars and, as he spoke, Marie noticed that every single one of his teeth showed advanced signs of rot. And to top everything off, he wore a tattered three-pointed hat with a peacock feather resting in the studded band. How typical... why can't there ever seem to be attractive pirates? she thought, as the men dragging her up the stairs tossed her down unceremoniously with the rest of the ships 'softer' crew members... all of whom were gathered in their own little circle. The implications were clear, but strangely Marie had little fear at the moment. Fear wasn't going to help her in this situation, what she needed now was to keep her mouth shut and her eyes open.

The Pirate Captain was in the middle of a long slur of demands. The Lady Croix was not intimately privy with her father's coffers, but even she knew... as the Pirate continued to add more and more, that the asking amount was preposterous.

With his life being weighed in gold, her father, Alexander Croix, seemed rather calm. After the pirate demanded his response, Alexander looked the dirty captain straight in the eye, smirked and said, "Let us come to a more reasonable arrangement... how about you take that which is in our holds currently... and then, when the Southern Trade routes are under my control, which shall be soon, I promise you... I swear that I won't hunt you and your sorry lot down and crush you the heel of my boot. In fact, I think I might have a job for the likes of you. Yes, I do think that is a fair trade, wouldn't you agree?"

The captain turned to his crew and gave a huge, rotten, toothy grin before returning to look at Alexander, "'Aye, I reckon these boys 'ere could benefit from a bit o' good honest work... but I ask ye, Alexander Crow, how do you intend to crush 'nethin with those mangled legs o' yers?" Alexander gave a puzzled look for a moment, as his legs were fine... until the pirate quickly drew his saber and planted it firmly in Lord Croix's left thigh before ripping it out in a violent slashing motion.

Losing his composure from the shock and pain, Alexander Croix screamed in agony as he dropped to the ground. The pirate began to taunt as he slowly circled his wounded prey, saber dragging menacingly across the treated wood and tar of the deck. "Hows 'bout I take ye up on yer offer for the loot. But my boys're a bit too rowdy for yer honest work. Pity, that. Looks like ye ain't got a penny to yer name out here on the sea that we can't fish off yer corpse."

Marie's stomach started to tie up in knots. She cursed her idiot father for taunting the pirates. The pirates began to stomp and chant in unison, calling for the Crow's death. "It's pronounced 'Croix', you stupid bastards." the girl whispered to herself as she bent her wrist and deftly slid a small item from a hidden sheath into the palm of her right hand, seemingly unnoticed by her bloodthirsty captors.

"Any last counter-offers 'fore yer head comes off, Lord Crow?" the Pirate Captain asked as he pointed his blade at Alexander's neck.

"T-take my daughter! S-She's ripe for children! You could be a LORD! I won't resist you, please, don't kill me!" in a display of cowardice never-before-seen from the nobleman, Alexander Croix begged for his life while pointing at his only daughter. Marie, however, was too stunned by his betrayal to even react. The pirates stopped in unison and looked around until their collective gaze settled on her.

The Captain took one look at the girl, and brought his blade down, cleanly ending the life of Alexander Croix with one chop through the back of his neck. Marie didn't even notice, her mind was going blank... did that really just happen? She questioned her own memory.

"I'll pass on yer title mi'lord," the Pirate Captain said as he spit on his enemy's fresh corpse, "But I'll take ye up on yer loverly young lady, she'll make some fine noises 'fore the day is done."

The victor sauntered over to Marie to claim his spoils, as he bent down he softly pulled a lock of her hair up to his nostrils to savor her scent before whispering in her ear, "Isn't that rite, my peach?"

The scent of decay and grog emanating from the man's breath brought Marie back into the real world, without a hint of mercy or hesitation, the girl took the item that she had spirited into her hand, and deftly implanted it into the Pirate's temple. Without even a gasp of surprise, the large man collapsed onto his side as if he were a broken doll. The small handle of a throwing knife glinted in the sunlight.

The entire deck was silent, as were the thoughts that were going through the young noblewoman's head. There was no doubt, no fear, only a plan. She didn't know how pirate honor worked, and had no idea if this play would work, but she was cornered; it was time to act, succeed or die. Marie stood up calmly, raised her chin and addressed the man's former crew. "From this day forward," she commanded with a forceful calm, as if to indicate that the time for negotiations had passed, "... you belong to me. You will lay your hands on more coin in a year with me than you would have seen for the rest of your short, miserable lives serving under this pathetic trash. What say you?"

The men looked around, still reeling in shock from seeing the swift and unbelievable end to their Captain at the hands of this young woman. They exchanged glances, until the majority of their eyes rested on a single man. He stood out from the rest of the chaff simply by the calm, knowing way he presented himself; that and his countenance showed significantly less concern about the Captain's fate. He must be Number Two. Marie thought coldly, as she locked eyes with his.

The two bore holes into each other with their eyes for what seemed like an eternity to the girl, but she could not back down. Any sign of weakness and her fate was sealed. In the back of her mind she ran through all of the unspeakable things that this pirate crew would do to her if this ploy failed, but she forced those thoughts back into silence; they were unnecessary.

Whatever he saw in her eyes seemed to convince him, as the first mate gave a short, curt nod to the young woman, before addressing the crew, eyes still locked on Marie. "It's as Captain Crow says, if she doesn't make good on 'er promise, there's nowhere that she can hide from our vengeance. Boys! Let's make some coin! Prepare to weigh anchor!" Marie wanted to correct him, but somehow, at that moment 'Captain Crow' seemed to have a particular ring to it.

The First Mate approached his old Captain. Kneeling down to pick up the dramatically oversized hat that now rested on the deck, the tan-skinned, muscular man briefly brushed it off before gently placing it on Marie's head. She felt ridiculous wearing such a thing, but figured that she might as well continue going with the flow. The man asked, in a calm, deep voice, "What's our bearing, Cap'n?"

"South Port." Marie replied calmly before turning back to the crew of the Merchant ship. "Remember how your lives were spared today, I ask for nothing in return but your silence on this matter. You worked for my cowardly father, and now you shall work for me, the same as always. I trust I shall see you again shortly. For now, I wish to oversee the competency of my newly hired privateers. Manage the casualties as you see fit."

With that, Captain Crow boarded the privateer vessel Mist Wraith and headed back towards South Port, never even giving her father's corpse a second glance.

 

District Description: South Port is one of the smallest districts on the island nation. However, being home to a distinct and obvious purpose, to receive and house trade ships arriving and leaving Tylanis; the district has earned its worth in being recognized for a seat in the Council. Besides being a mere harbor, South Port is home to the largest variety of businesses throughout all seven districts, as it is often the first place visitors to Tylanis see as they disembark from their vessels. The district is managed by a Harbormaster, appointed by heredity or a popular vote among the districts wealthiest families in times when no heir is presented, or when the current Harbormaster is deemed unfit to fill the role. The commonfolk of South Port consist primarily of hard laborers, fishermen, average tradesmen, and merchants of every rank. As well as a continuous stream of shipfaring visitors and a healthy criminal element.

Tensions have been rising in South Port for the last decade as, under the Lycell regime, the common folk have been bearing the brunt of heavy taxation issues; creating a clear and ever-growing divide between the wealthy and the poor.

In the last year, however, Marie of House Croix became the newly appointed Harbormaster. Almost immediately hiring an unprecedented number of privateer ships to combat the ever-present problem of piracy along the more profitable trade routes involving South Port. As a result, taxation has been at an all time low, and a tentative calm has begun to spread across the commonfolk, for now.

 

Character Sheets and Funding breakdown Cohort: Bannick of Yiff, Captain of the Mist Wraith; often attends meetings of the 8 as bodyguard. Bannick is a large, dark-skinned sailor who originates from the Jungle Region of Yiff. Becoming a pirate at an early age, Bannick eventually climbed up the oceanic food chain until he found himself the First Mate on the Mist Wraith. After his captain was unceremoniously killed by the daughter of a nobleman, Bannick took one look at the young lady and knew that she could take him to greatness. Ever since that moment, he has sworn fealty to Lady Croix, serving as the functional captain of the Mist Wraith, now the flagship of Marie Croix's privateering 'Navy'. Unlike a typical pirate, Bannick is calm, stoic, and speaks only when necessary.   Bannick of Yiff CR 6 XP 2,400 Male human barbarian 2/fighter 5 N Medium humanoid (human) Init +2; Senses Perception +9 -------------------- Defense -------------------- AC 22, touch 12, flat-footed 20 (+7 armor, +3 shield, +2 Dex) hp 66 (2d12+5d10+15) Fort +11, Ref +3, Will +4 (+1 vs. fear) Defensive Abilities bravery +1, uncanny dodge -------------------- Offense -------------------- Speed 40 ft. Melee +1 battleaxe +12/+7 (1d8+5/×3) and shortspear +10/+5 (1d6+3) Ranged throwing axe +10 (1d6+4) Special Attacks rage (8 rounds/day), rage power (quick reflexes), weapon training (axes +1) -------------------- Statistics -------------------- Str 17, Dex 14, Con 14, Int 8, Wis 12, Cha 10 Base Atk +7; CMB +10 (+14 overrun); CMD 22 (24 vs. overrun) Feats Athletic, Extra Rage, Great Fortitude, Greater Overrun, Improved Overrun, Iron Will, Power Attack, Vital Strike Skills Acrobatics +10, Climb +5, Craft (ships) +3, Intimidate +5, Perception +9, Profession (sailor) +5, Survival +5, Swim +9 Languages Common SQ armor training 1, fast movement Combat Gear feather token (anchor), potion of bull's strength, potion of divine favor (3); Other Gear +1 chainmail, +1 heavy wooden shield, +1 battleaxe, shortspear, throwing axe (2), boots of elvenkind, 5 gp -------------------- Special Abilities -------------------- Bravery +1 (Ex) +1 to Will save vs. Fear Fast Movement +10 (Ex) +10 feet to speed, unless heavily loaded. Greater Overrun Foes you overrun provoke AoO if they are knocked prone. Improved Overrun You don't provoke attacks of opportunity when overrunning, and foe can't choose to avoid you. Potion of divine favor Add this item to create a potion of a chosen spell. Power Attack -2/+4 You can subtract from your attack roll to add to your damage. Quick Reflexes (Ex) While raging, you may make one additional attack of opportunity per round. Rage (8 rounds/day) (Ex) +4 Str, +4 Con, +2 to Will saves, -2 to AC when enraged. Uncanny Dodge (Ex) Retain Dex bonus to AC when flat-footed. Vital Strike Standard action: x2 weapon damage dice. Weapon Training (Axes) +1 (Ex) +1 Attack, Damage, CMB, CMD with Axes With the king's half (for the District Forces) or the District's capacity to craft it's own materials, a majority of the equipment is purchased at half-price. Marie and her cohort Bannick's gear, however, is purchased at full price. The ships were purchased at full-price, however the weaponry was crafted. Marie's Personal Funding (250,000g) Marie's Personal Gear: 22,689g Croix Trading Company Naval Forces: 187,200g Croix Navy Personell Gear: 14,474g Other Expenses: 25,000g Subtotal: 249,363g Remaining: 637g District Funding (1,500,000g for non-residential purposes) Cost of Yeresik: 808,100g Cost of Crowtown: 595,000g Gear Cost of Militia: 28,700g Gear Cost of Guardsmen/Peacekeepers: 68,200g Subtotal: 1,500,000g Remaining: 0g Monthly personnel expenses: 4996.5g/mo

 

Settlements '*' denotes buildings commissioned after Marie gained power. Yeresik Yeresik Yeresik is the Eastern Half of Tylanis's Great Twin City. In stark contrast to its sister Erbasi, the Jewel of Cyraepta, Yeresik is a very practical city. The buildings are rough looking and built towards functionality rather than style. Exceptions to this rule lie in the city's Foreign Quarter, designed to bewitch visitors with all manner in which to spend their precious coin. In true Yeresik fashion, the items found on the Eastern side of the river are merely clever, much cheaper knock-offs of the items found in Erbasi. The streets of the city are bustling with chaos, with precious few guards making themselves visible in areas of importance. The city is managed from a large keep that interrupts the city's extensive waterfront. Known officially as the "Harbormaster's Overlook", the denizens of Yeresik have begun fondly calling it the "Crow's Nest" as it has become the new interim home of their newest Harbormaster, Marie Croix (often mispronounced as 'Mary Crow'.) Yeresik also boasts a large market that specializes in mundane commodities, making it an ideal port-of-choice for the common sailor. Buildings: Keep (Harbormaster’s Overlook) – 75,000 Waterfront —90,000 Watergate-- 5,000 Bureau – 25,000 Market—120,000 Garrison* – 70,000 Entertainer's Guild Guildhall – 25,000 Mill—15,000 Granary: 30,000 Smithy: 15,000 Alchemist*: 45,000 Brewery*: 15,000 Cistern: 15,000 Hospital: 75,000 Tavern x 2: 60,000 Inn x 2: 50,000 Foreign Quarter: 75,000 Rowboats x 62 (For public water transportation): 3,100 Subtotal: 808,100gp Population: 29,000 Crowtown To help quell the problems of an ever-increasing population of transient citizens, the peninsula once exclusively used as a defensive position and a place for Fishing and Shipbuilding, has been swiftly rebuilt into a bustling shanty town. Named by its own citizens as "Crowtown" this City of Salvage has become a haven of criminal activity. Whether or not it was intended, the creation of "Crowtown" has focused a majority of the District's criminal element into one spot, and Marie Croix has capitalized on this by constructing a large battle arena that doubles as a Casino. Playing to the citizenry's fondness for calling her "Lady Crow" she thematically named the building "The Black Talon Arena and Casino." Not one for wasting potential, Lady Croix insisted that her newly re-formed militia form their own gladiatorial combat league to serve as a means of combat training as well as a means of improving capital. Taking her que, other groups of people have formed their own leagues, and the Arena is scheduled to hold various events on a daily basis. There are rumors that the "Ethnic Market" in Crowtown is simply a giant pseudo-legal flea market of almost everything under the sun. Buyer and Seller beware. Crowtown Buildings: Black Talon Arena and Casino*: 100,000 Keep (Crow’s Nest): 75,000 Waterfront*: 90,000 Smithy*: 15,000 Tavern x 1*: 30,000 Inn*: 25,000 Apothecary*: 45,000 City Wall x 1*: 5,000 Dump: 10,000 Ethnic Commodities Market*: 125,000 Guildhall x 3 (Recovery, Fishermen, and Builder's Guild): 75,000 Subtotal: 595,000g Population: 11,000

 

Military Over cost on some things. Militia The Militia of South Port is made up of 100 cells made up of 300 soldiers apiece. Each cell is managed by a Commander who oversees training, maintenance, organization, and mobilization (when necessary). In times of peace, the various cells compete in military games using blunted weapons in various parts of the district. With the grand opening of the Black Talon Arena, the militia cells have been organized into an elaborate combat league. Marie hopes that this will complete a dual purpose; serving as both a source of combat training, and as a source of income for the district. The first season of the Talon League is soon to commence. Most soldiers are given a Longspear and Leather Armor as their standard equipment, however, they are encouraged to purchase additional/improved equipment with their own funding, which they may purchase at 10% above cost from participating merchants and craftsmen within the district. Militia: 100 Rank 6 Militia Captains- 350g/mo - Longsword - Breastplate Gear cost: 107g per unit = 10,700g 3000 Militia- 1500g/mo -Longspear -Leather Armor Gear Cost: 6g/unit = 18,000g Militia Monthly Cost: 1850g/mo Militia Gear Cost: 28,700g Guardsmen/Peacekeepers Guards: Contrast to the sheer numbers boasted by the Talon League Militia, the South Port Guard is few in number, but boasts a fair number of higher-quality guardsmen. The guard tends to focus on preventing more dire criminal activies and generally allows the citizenry a more do-it-yourself mentality towards settling petty disputes. In addition to the guards, South Port keeps an active lookout for exceptional residents both permanent and temporary and seeks to keep them on retainer. Giving them the honorary title of "Peacekeeper" and a substantial income, these Peacekeepers help out in times of great need when they are not busy with their own adventures. South Port generally only has a handful of them on retainer at any given time. 400 Guards Rank 1 400g/mo -Longsword -Chainmail -Sap Gear Cost: 83g/unit= 33,200g 50 Guards Rank 3 100g/mo -Shortsword -Longbow -20 arrows -Chainshirt Gear Cost: 93g/unit = 4650g 30 Guards Rank 5 90g/mo -Longsword -Breastplate Gear Cost: 107g/unit= 3,210g 20 Guards Rank 6 70g/mo -Longsword -Breastplate Gear Cost: 107g/unit= 2,140g Guard Total/mo: 660g/mo Guard Gear Cost Total: 43,200g Peacekeepers: 5 Rank 7 Adventurers 1,750/mo -Miscellaneous Gear Gear Cost: 5,000g/unit = 25,000g Naval Forces While South Port had never boasted an impressive Navy, leaving major naval threats to be handled by the Gateway Islands, things changed when Marie de la Croix assumed the reins of the District. Acquiring the notorious pirate vessel Mist Wraith and its crew, Marie made the controversial decision to name them as the Flagship of her burgeoning private navy. Using her own funding, she commissioned the reconstruction of a massive galley that once patrolled the waters, giving it the name "The Lady's Shoal" (a pun referencing a lady's shawl) and armed it to the teeth with massive ballistae. Together, with the three sailing ships of the Croix Trading Company, unease as spread at the thought of how much independent naval power that this one person was gathering. Croix Trading Company Naval Forces (Paid for by Marie): Flagship (Mist Wraith) – Warship 25,000gp (Crew 100) 20 Light Ballistae 10000 (cost halved 5000) Defensive Ship (The Lady’s Shoal) Galley With Improvements 18,000gp (Crew 80) 12 Heavy Ballistae 9,600 (cost halved 4800) 3 Light Ballistae 1,500 (cost halved 750) Sailing Ship X 3 30,000gp (30 each = Crew 90) 30 Light Ballistae (10 per ship) 15,000gp cost halved (7,500) 600 Light Ballista bolts 6,000 (cost halved 3,000) 120 Heavy Ballista bolts 2,400 (cost halved 1,200) Gear for 270 crewmen Subtotal: 187,200g Croix Navy Personnel: Crew of the Mist Wraith 100 Rank 6 Seamen 350g/mo Captain – Cohort Bannick of Yiff Crew Breakdown: 60 Essential Sailing Personnel 20 Ship Siege Engineers 20 Miscellaneous/Combat Personnel Gear Breakdown: 80 units with Miscellaneous Equipment: 6g/unit (similar to militia)= 480g 20 units with Miscellaneous Combat Gear: 100g/unit = 2000g Bannick's Gear (Using "Viking" from NPC Codex for his stat block, for now.) 7684g Crew of The Lady’s Shoal 60 Rank 4 Seamen 150g/mo 20 Rank 6 Seamen 70g/mo Crew Breakdown: 20 Essential Sailing Personnel 40 Ship Siege Engineers 20 Miscellaneous/Combat Personnel (Rank 6; captain included) Gear Breakdown: 60 units with Miscellaneous Equipment: 6g/unit (similar to militia)= 360g 20 units with Miscellaneous Combat Gear: 100g/unit = 2000g Crew of Remaining Ships (3 Ships; Currently 90 crew) 45 Rank 1 Seamen 45g/mo 25 Rank 3 Seamen 50g/mo 17 Rank 5 Seamen 61g/mo 3 Rank 6 Seamen 10.5g/mo Crew Breakdown (per ship): 20 Essential Sailing Personnel 5 Ship Siege Engineers 5 Miscellaneous/Combat Personnel (Captain Included, Rank distributed in order of importance) Gear Breakdown (per ship): 25 units with Miscellaneous Equipment: 6g/unit (similar to militia) = 150g 5 units with Miscellaneous Combat Gear: 100g/unit = 500g Total Personnel Gear cost of Navy: 14,474 Navy Total: 736.5/mo

 

Income makeup Trade: 40% Privateering 15% Entertainment 15% Fishing 10% Salvaging 10% Tourism 5% Crafting 5%

 

District Makeup Demographics: 77% Human 7% Dwarf 5% Half-Elf 4% Half-Orc 3% Elf 2% Halfing 1% Gnome 1% Other Professions: 30% Merchants 20% Sailors 20% Craftsmen 10% Criminal 10% Experts 5% Maintenance 5% Entertainers Experts: 50% Shipbuilding 20% Engineers 20% Exotic Merchants 10% Bards

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1) Public Knowledge The seneschal of the Grey District is a wizard of considerable skill and, like many wizards, of a histrionic temperament that comes buried under decades of cautious living. His position has slowly drawn arcane talent to the Grey District, and several other wizards of note have set up in the northern wilderness. The scar under Malachi's left eye was received when a noble whose family he had insulted challenged him to a duel. How the duel ended is a bit of a mystery - the noble fell out of the public eye and Malachi received a royal appointment (an exile, or so it was assumed) to the Grey District - but the common consensus is that it embittered the castellan against blooded nobility. The Grey District has always been plagued by magical beasts and dire creatures. Under the current castellan, however, attacks have slowed and fantastic beasts have become scarce. Taproom tales even tell of beasts coming to the aid of townsfolk. Speculating on how the castellan accomplished this - a pact with a cabal of druids or some deal with the darker faeries that haunt the wilds - is a favorite pastime of the peasantry. Briarstone Hold, the pride of northern craft, has weathered attacks from orc hordes, ogre clans, and bandit armies for over two centuries. While shielding the heartland against everything the mountains and wilderness can muster, the castle itself has endured the test of time only thanks to unceasing care of its inhabitants. Given their reputation for strange creatures and foul weather, it's little wonder that the natives of the Grey District informally named the tallest peaks 'The Crones' after infamous hags. From north to south, the peaks are: Cackling Maud, Black Alice, Solana Breath-Stealer, and Deidre of the Long Knives. Despite the grim names, the locals hold affection for the mountains that provide them their livelihood. It's not uncommon for locals to address the peaks when they need to clear their heads, in fact, a practice known as 'gabbing with the Crones'.

2) Original Application   Application Character Name: Malachi Landrian Race / Class: Human Conjuror 9 Title/House/Guild: Castellan of Briarstone Hold, Seneschal of the mountain mines and quarries (the Grey District) on behalf of the throne Description: Pinch faced, high-browed, and possessed of the sharp chin and angular nose of his family, Malachi's appearance could politely be called distinguished and scathingly be likened unto a pickaxe. While never at risk of being mistaken for handsome, his appearance is offset by a taste for fine clothing: an embroidered cloak, loose-fitting robes, firm leather boots, and supple calfskin gloves are his usual wardrobe. Combined with flaxen hair, six feet of height, and a scar running from the center of his left cheek up to his jade eye, his figure can easily be spotted in a crowd or assembly. He possesses a compelling blend of pride, energy, and rhetoric that can usually convince listeners to overlook his caustic sense of humor. Utilitarian and skeptical by necessity, he would likely hold himself aloof of the Tylanian social scene were he not already given wide berth due to his vocation. Areas of Influence: The hills and mountain range abutting Malchi's castle are home to the quarries and mines supplying the wealth of stone, iron, and copper enjoyed by the Tylanian heartland. The mineral deposits, along with a few logging camps in the forests to the south, give him a tight grip on the supply of construction and smithing materials to the rest of the country. While the abundance of architects and smiths in the grey district do a small trade in finished products, exporting supplies more than products or services, shipments of weapons of extraordinary craftsmanship have emerged with increasing regularity in recent months. There is also a defensive garrison billeted at the castle which provides an armed presence, though the bandits and monsters that haunt the pass occupies it too much to range far afield. Character History: Born to a mother and father of ample means but little status, childhood illness left Malachi bedridden with naught but books to wile away the months. While his twin brother and younger sister had time to devote to training for martial professions, he inherited the quick wit of his parents and grew ever hungrier for knowledge. Fortune bestowed upon him apprenticeship to a Conjuror impressed by his insatiable learning, and then promptly reversed itself by striking both his parents down with plague. Left to fend for themselves, his brother fell in with a band of sellswords and his sister joined a paladin order. Malachi finished his apprenticeship and went on to sell his magic to merchants and nobles for funds. Years of prosperity made Malachi complacent, only for chance to intervene again and relegate him to the most remote outpost in Tylanis where, it was hoped, the demands of his position would keep him too busy to be a thorn in the collective backsides of the nobility. Instead of the exile that was intended, however, Malachi accomplished the seemingly impossible and transformed the remote, decaying district into a base of power fit for a lord. Winning the hearts and minds of the masses in the Grey District proved a different sort of challenge than esoteric mysteries and arcane formulae - practical people demanded practical action. Restoring the crumbling curtain walls around Briarstone Hold in a matter of days with magic won grudging tolerance from the garrison; investing his personal fortune in refurnishing the castle and maintaining their armory earned their respect; setting out to build walls for the surrounding towns and to organize them against predation from northern monsters and southern merchants alike cemented their loyalty.   GM's eyes only   The downpour of rain on the slate roof reached Malachi even in his study, hissing a steady counterpoint to the patient scratching of his pen on parchment. Glowing magelight illuminated the room - even hours past dawn the sun lurked behind rain clouds - revealing ledgers labeled in neat, cramped handwriting and a desk covered by fastidious rows of schedules and reports. A few minutes sufficed for the man to write up the last of the directions, and the paper was folded and sealed in an envelope for delivery to Briarstone's captain of the guard. Two oak doors exited the study, one to the keep proper and one to the castellan’s tower: Malachi took the latter, descending three flights of stairs to the ground floor and stepping out into the damp morning. An umbrella snapped open with his first step into the elements, suspended over the wizard by an unseen servant attending him. He spared the length of curtain wall currently under renovation a cursory glance: like most mornings, he had risen that dawn and conjured stone sheets layer-by-layer until they were fifteen paces long and as wide as his hand, doing in seconds what would have taken masons a week before retreating to his dry study. Admittedly the result of his work only came up to the shoulders, but crafters were already laboring at finishing the surface - additional height and thickness were merely a matter of subsequent castings. He met the morning officer by the gatehouse and offered the soaked dwarf a perfunctory greeting. The instructions for the castle during his absence were handed over, and two bodyguards were waved over to escort their castellan on his journey. While not a week passed that he did not curse himself for adding the spell to his collection, Malachi swiftly conjured three grey apparitions that only superficially resembled mares. The hooves of the creatures blurred into smoke, yet still contrived to clop on the cobbles in spite of their insubstantial nature. The bodyguards and he mounted, albeit reluctantly, and they all held their breath as the portcullis slowly ground its way open. The outer gates were barely opened when the phantom steeds erupted into a flying gallop. Malachi knew that, were he able to pry his watering eyes fully open, the milestones along the road would zip past, one every two minutes; trees were only coherent on the horizon, being nothing more than grey-green blurs as they passed close by. And this, he knew, was just a gallop - the steeds could *sprint* indefatigably for as long as the spell lasted if he allowed it. A journey to the capital that would take five days riding a normal horse to the brink of death would be accomplished in a mere five hours - four if they did not stop halfway and collapse on to the earth while the cramps in their legs subsided. The other consolation was that wild beasts were not so much a threat as a vague blur rapidly receding into the distance; even mounted bandits were easily outpaced, and a display of magic usually convinced even the most determined to seek easier prey. Sore though he might be, in all the land there were but a handful who could afford travel even occasionally at such speed: no other lord could match the sheer reach granted by magical transportation and communication, and that advantage alone accounted for much of the size and recent prosperity of the Grey District. When the capitol city neared, a vast stone shape from which rose plumes of pungent smoke and a cacophony of mixed voices, the party slowed the apparitions to a more manageable pace. A simple cantrip uttered under his breath restored their dignified, unruffled appearance. Their arrival, which might have been announced through an awe-demanding fusillade of brilliant illusion or evocation directed skyward, went unannounced until they reached the north gate - Meetings of the Eight required a blend of posturing and tact, but tariffs and bylaws were best handled from a no-nonsense perspective, especially where the new king was involved. His Royal Majesty's fickle whims, Malachi scornfully observed, reduced reason and pageantry to so much wasted effort. Far, far better to first approach those officials who actually got things done, which was the reason for his early arrival. What His Royal Majesty did not know would not hurt him, after all... ~ Another day ~ "What am I to do with you?" the castellan let the question hang, a state which featured prominently enough in the futures of the three highwaymen before him that two gulped. Thirteen brigands had banded together to prey upon south-bound wagons passing through the scrublands, staging ambushes and relocating each night to avoid capture. After a month of robbery reports, wagons found empty of all but their dead owners, and fruitless search patrols, Malachi tore himself away from the ongoing reconstruction and spent two days guiding the Briarstone guard unerringly in chase of the gang. The three before him, bruised, in chains, and blinking in the magelight that had suddenly illuminated their windowless stone cells, were the ones that had survived to surrender. "The sentence for murder is, you are no doubt aware, to hang. Presently, I suspect, you have been reflecting on little else." Three drawn, desperate faces bore silent testament to the fact. "In your favor is the fact that you did spare travelers who surrendered their possessions." The brief flash of hope was met by a tight lipped smile. "Of course, the penalty for banditry also leads to the gallows waltz, so there is no point in dancing around the matter." A sour grimace at the unintentional pun gave way to steepled fingers and a drawl: "Your lives are forfeit." Eyes widened, too dry from forced march back to the castle to cry. One recoiled as though struck, while the other two shook and clenched fists till their knuckles were white. "That just leaves the matter of the execution... and the castellan’s pardon." None of his audience held enough hope to meet his gaze. Suddenly humorless again, he dryly concluded, "I trust that none of you are going to refuse?" Disbelief met his question, but they nodded in assent all the same. "Do not think that you get out of this lightly," he sighed. "The spring thaw will be open the pass soon. Within the month orcs, trolls, and worse will start wondering down from the mountains. The Briarstone guard NEEDS able bodies, and you will pay for your crimes by enlisting. The job will entail back-breaking work, days without shelter in the countryside, and risking life and limb in battle for a handful of coins at the end of the day. It should all be familiar work," he wryly noted, "but this time you will be working for the betterment of the north. The chance to earn respect and camaraderie rather than fear and loathing is, hopefully, additional incentive." The turnkey appeared to unlock the cell, gruffly shoving the ex-prisoners in the direction of a wash basin and three-pair of fresh guard uniforms. Privacy was a luxury offered to neither recruits nor convicts, so they were watched through the whole process. The castellan was waiting at the dungeon exit and inspected them and their guards with a nod of satisfaction. "Before I let you get on with your first day of training," he announced, "I feel that the three of you should be left with a warning: you fought like demons, had a clever setup, and demonstrated good sense. However much these qualities might benefit the guard, though, I am not inclined to be merciful twice. A little bird allowed me to track you when you attempted to run and hide - do not think that I cannot do so a second time. Make the most of your second chance gentlemen, and do not let me detain you." Malachi left the puzzled men to their escorts, and did not allow a self-satisfied grin to emerge until he was outside and well away. His brisk pace paused when a raven swooped down from a nearby roof without a sound, flapping its wings once to halt its descent and perch on his shoulder. The walk resumed and the bird, comfortable after it preened a bit, brought its beak close to its master's ear and whispered all that had been seen that morning. District Description: The base of the mountain pass where Briarstone Hold rests is home to a single river that snakes its way through the shrubland and walled villages that dot the region, eventually flowing south into the more populated regions of Tylanis. The mountains themselves are the most prominent landmarks, with the coast on the north side and hills fanning out from it like ripples in a pond on the south. The district sees its fair share of rain and thunderstorms in the warm season and is blanketed in snow in the cold months.   While lacking in arable farmland, the Grey District is mineral-rich and has become abundant with quarries and mines over the centuries as demand for stone and metal grew with the country. The mining of copper and iron is nearly exclusive to the rocky northern terrain, and a fair amount of refining is handled before the minerals are even sent South to the heartland. While there is always been ongoing logging in its sparse forests, recent transactions suggest that there might soon be a concentrated effort at arms and armor manufacturing as well. The pockets of silver ore that would otherwise be taxed by the throne are mostly kept hush and held in private hands, providing an additional stream of revenue to the mineral-rich district. Finally, the walled towns and Briarstone Hold form a barrier between Tylanis and the mountain border, past which dwell wild beasts, bandits, and savages of all sorts.   Miners, smiths, and architects are the most renowned inhabitants, but any and all whose trade turns around wealth from the ground can find a place for themselves in the Grey District. Sellswords from across Tylanis also do a brisk business, offering their services as escorts to traders and to towns beset by bandits and worse things that creep out from the mountains. Arcanists are also more prevalent (which is to say rare, rather than extremely rare) owing to the favorable treatment extended to them by the Seneschal.   Hard work and hard lives have bred a phlegmatic outlook into the people of the Grey District, whose distance from the capitol has resulted in a self-reliant and independent (especially where taxes are concerned) attitude. Education and religion are usually afterthoughts, as neither books nor priests put meat on the table or coin in ones' hand. The actions of their castellan, at least, has promoted a more enlightened view on magic, it being regarded as fine for those who truck with it. Certainly none would say that wizards don't have a place in a well ordered society (at least not where their castellan might overhear), and all in all they are more accepting of the strange and arcane (and considering some of the things that roam out of the mountains, they have to be thick skinned).   Arcanists occupy an awkward niche in the Tylanian hierarchy, neither high born nor popularly revered and yet too powerful (and temperamental) to be ignored. Rare enough that the masses can go about their lives pretending wizards and sorcerers do not exist, their existence proves alternately a boon and a headache for the powers that be. While held in fearful suspicion by most, as the most expedient way to fill coffers and fund research, most wizards resort to being sell-spells to the open-minded or desperate at least once in their careers. Malachi ascended from journeyman scholar to nouveau rich over the years in precisely this manner, and grew to enjoy looking lords and ladies in the eye. It would be fair to say that status went to his head over the years and, unfortunately, temporarily overcame a lifetime of discretion. One night of drinking and spewing unflattering opinions about a certain noble house where all and sundry - and a likewise inebriated heir to said house - could hear saw him challenged to a duel. Malachi went home nearly blind in one eye and with a wicked scar, received in the flourish that accompanied Her Ladyship's challenge; Her Ladyship fared worse, returning home in a chirurgeon's cart unconscious and covered in burns that even magic would be hard pressed to remove. Malachi could have met prosecution or clandestine retaliation from the family head on. What he was unable to contest, and what the family quickly called in favors for, was a royal bequest. He was to be 'honored' with a royal appointment to a dilapidated keep in the gods-forsaken northmost Tylanian wilderness: the Grey District, byword for chronically underfunded and lawless in Tylanian opinion after nearly a century of mismanagement, was his. Accompanying the appointment were the duties to oversee the defense of the border, supervise mining, and, it went unsaid, to keep far out of the collective hair of the powers that be. Partly owing to its remote location and partly owing to the marauding threats that roamed its lawless hills, none of Malachi's noble predecessors could truly claim to have tamed the Grey District. Mantaining Briarstone Hold drained some to their last copper piece; others could not adapt from the battlefield to a war of attrition against the native beasts, bandits, and winters; most, though, succumbed to the strain of managing the keep and mining towns whilst also navigating unfavorable politics directed toward the distant and unsuccessful territory. None of these failures, however, had access to magic: spells to replace costly repairs, to rout even the most determined threat, and to bridge the distances between the towns and the capitol. Royal appointment might have given Malachi control, but it was wizardry that saw him become the master of the Grey District.

3) Character Sheet

4) Possessions & Construction   Construction - 4,107,000 gp Paid for through existing funds and generous contributions from the Seneschals own treasury. Briarstone Hold: Huge Castle, population 650 -The granite citadel of the Grey District was commissioned during the reign of Jorgen's great, great grandfather in response to annual the orc raiding parties that ventured south of the Crones with each spring. - Huge Castle (750,000) - Garrison (70,000) - Orphanage (15,000) Between bandits, long winters, and dangerous work, orphans are a fact of life in the Grey District. - Moat with Bridge (25,000) The castle was built where the river, Beck's Run, bends south after emerging from the mountain pass. Since then, a little earthwork and a sturdy bridge have augmented nature into a solid defense. - Cistern (15,000) Being near the mouth of a mountain stream ensures a steady supply of fresh water. --> Subtotal: 875,000 gp Ramhurst: Small city, population 7,370 - As Tylanis and her population grew, so to did the need for strong stone for building and copper for tools and utensils. The former backwater known as Ramhurst rose to prosperity by meeting those needs, and could one day grow to outshine its sister-city Ferraheim if the land could but remain peaceful for a generation. - Grand House x 344 (1000 x 344) When craftspeople are left to construct their own lodgings, the end result is usually a fair example of their craft. For the sake of cheap living and defense, it is usually prudent for multiple families to live inside each of the grand house, which have expanded upward as much as outward due to space constraints. - Mansions x7 (5000 x 7) Successful mine owners, heads of guilds, and other figures of note can afford to own their own accommodations. Malachi's position as Seneschal has also made the north a growing haven for wizards of all stripes, several of whom have set up manses in the Grey District to conduct their research in comfort and isolation. - Garrison (70,000) - Moat and bridge (25,000) - City Walls (5,000 x 4) - Foundry (40,000) Copper refinery - Cistern (15,000) - Guild Hall (25,000) Masons guild headquarters - Mines, extended (3 miles) x 5 (30,000 x 5) Three stone quarries and two copper mines - Pier (50,000) - Smithy (15,000) - Paved Streets (60,000) - Dancing Hall (10,000) --> Subtotal: 859,000 gp Ferraheim: Small city, population 8,720 - The original iron mining town, since grown into a thriving city and the heart of iron working in the north. Each period of war and industry in Tylanian history has seen Ferraheim swell in population and in wealth, and today it stands as the largest and most influential settlement in the Grey District. - Garrison (70,000) - Moat and bridge (25,000) - City Walls (5,000 x 4) - Grand House x 403 (1000 x 403) - Mansions x12 (5000 x 12) - Governor's Mansion (free) - Foundry (40,000) Iron refinery - Cistern (15,000) - Guild Hall (25,000) Smiths guild headquarters - Mines, extended (3 miles) x 3 (30,000 x 3) Three iron mines - Library (15,000) - Monastery (40,000) Perhaps surprisingly, the northern mountains are home to a monastery of monks who seek tranquility through adversity. If you can find true peace amidst howling winter, feral beasts, and worse, you're either mad or a monk, or so run the sentiments of the commoners. - Smithy (15,000) - Market (120,000) - Tannery (15,000) - Pier (50,000) - Bureau (25,000) Grey District Mining Commission - Graveyard (10,000) - Brewery (30,000) - Dancing Hall (10,000) --> Subtotal: 1,078,000 gp Fallshire, Becksford, Maronsfirth, Harbury, Valcrest: Large town x5, population 4480 per - Grand House x 224 (1000 x 224) - Mill (15,000) - City Walls (5000 x 4) --> Subtotal: 259,000 x 5 = 1,295,000 gp

5) The Honorable Grey Guard   The Grey District, while lacking a formal army, possesses a large and battle-tested guard force. Recruits are taken each year to replenish the Guard's bodies, and those tenacious enough to survive a year of winter patrols through the wilds, tracking brigands down through the night, and hunting dire wolves and worse come out tough as steel and ready to be formally inducted into the ranks. Those that do not survive the first year, like those who perish in the line of duty, are buried knowing that the Guard will look after their families. Patrols typically consist of two or three recruits accompanied by six guards and a captain, who are responsible for showing the ropes to the fresh meat whilst also keeping them away from real danger. Militia: 400 Built like oxen and roughly as sociable, conscripts are drawn from miners, loggers, and other professions where brawn is valued during dark times for the Grey District. Armed with clubs and standard-issue studded leather, muscle and raw numbers make them a potent force. Wages: 1gp * 400 (Rank E3) = 400gp / month Equipment: 32.2gp * 400 = 6,440gp (before 50% discount) Recruit (Infantry): 190 Grey Guard (Infantry): 380 Captain (Infantry): 57 The Guard's infantry wield longswords forged from the Grey District's own iron mines, and are girded in chainmail and heavy wooden shields. Strong, tough as nails, and committed to the service of their district and their seneschal, they form the core of the north's defense. Wages: 1.5gp*190 (Rank O2) + 2.5gp*380 (Rank O4) + 3.5*57 (Rank O6) = 1432.5gp / month Equipment: 176gp*627 = 110,352gp (before 50% discount) Recruit (Archer): 150 Grey Guard (Archer): 300 Captain (Archer): 45 The Guard's archers wear scale mail and bucklers, and use longbows crafted from the north's own forests. Fair woodsman and excellent marksman, they are the north's second line of defense. Wages: 1.5gp*150 (Rank O2) + 2.5gp*300 (Rank O4) + 3.5*45 (Rank O6) = 1,132.5gp / month Equipment: 144gp*495 = 71,280gp (before 50% discount) Field Medic: 20 Chirurgeons, herbalists, and healers tasked with maintaining the health and wholeness of those who defend the Grey District. Wages: 1.5gp * 20 (Rank O2) = 30gp / month Equipment: 60gp*20 = 900gp (before 50% discount) Lyrist: 4 The Seneschal is a small patron of the arts and keeps a group of minstrels on retainer. These men and women help to keep the Guard's morale up with their performances, and their ability to travel anywhere and still win over hearts has made them an invaluable source of information within the north. Wages: 4gp * 4 (Rank O7, though not formally a member of the Guard) = 16gp / month Equipment: 5gp * 4 = 20gp (before 50% discount) Total Wages: 3,013gp / month Total Cost to Equip: 97,866gp (after 50% discount)

6) Revenue Sources - Stone quarreying ~ 30% - Iron mining ~ 25% - Lumber ~ 20% - Copper mining ~ 10% - Construction, furniture, other products ~ 10% - Weapons smithing ~ 5%

7) District Composition Demographics: - Human 71%, the majority and dominant culture - Dwarf 15%, concentrated near the mountains - Gnome 6%, concentrated in the hills - Halfling 5% - 1% Half-Elf - 2% Monstrous (half-orcs mostly, but also tieflings, dhampirs, even a natural lycanthrope or two). For those souls who, throughout the rest of Tylanis, would be regarded as nothing more than monsters in human form, the long winter nights and vast wilderness of the Grey District offers a safe haven. Those who forsake hermitry to live among its people (and make it past the initial 'torches and pitchforks' reaction) find themselves judged not by their race or past but by their willingness to work and help fight when the *real* monsters come to call. Workforce: - 35% miners - 30% loggers - 15% craftsman (smithing, architects, etc) - 15% service providers (cooks, doctors, merchants, etc) - 3% military - 1% criminal (highwaymen, thieves, lawyers, etc) - 1% other

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Cthuun von Ruuth will sadly no longer be part of Tylanis. Please do not delete or move this post.

 

1. & 2. Public Knowledge and Application A short public knowledge section. This will be visible to all players and it will be common knowledge for appropriate NPCs. Cthuun von Ruuth original application (Linky) – An open mind is like to an open wound. Vulnerable to poison. Liable to fester. Apt to give its owner only pain. –   Cthuun and Ruuth and Bolt Banking Character Name: Cthuun von Ruuth Race: Memoridenti Class: Accountant Areas of Influence: Banking, money lending. Production of auro fortia. Information trade (spy network). Description: Cthuun is thin and stands an imposing 6'4'' weighing roughly 190 lb. of lean sinew. He dresses in ornate robes of either white or black which contrasts his slippery pallid purple skin. As you stair into his pale white eyes aglow with a terrific intelligence you can feel his dominating prescience gnawing at your thoughts. Title (Senior Quaestor of Tylanis and Master of Coin): Cthuun is the Senior Quaestor at Ruuth and Bolt Banking in Tylanis. As Senior Quaestor, Cthuun is the head of bookkeeping and strategic planning for the banking house in Tylanis. Ruuth and Bolt Banking: The recent alliance of the von Ruuth House with foreign Bolt family has produced what has quickly become the most influential banking house in Tylanis, if not the known world. R&B Banking's recent raise to power is in no small part due to Cthuun's development of auro fortia and the banks exclusive ability to produce fortem et aurea.   auro fortia or strong gold, is a true alloy of gold and adamantine, invented and perfected by Cthuun. The material has all of unyielding properties of adamantine with the eternal luster of gold. Cthuun, and the banking house of Ruuth and Bolt, have been the only ones able to reproduce this material. All other attempts, mundane and magical, to date have failed to reproduce a true alloy always lacking in either the luster or strength of true auro fortia. fortem et aurea, or commonly known as "hard money" or "kings gold," is a coin of pure auro fortia produced by Ruuth and Bolt Banking which carries weight many times that of platinum and has quickly taken the place of most other forms of high value currency. Though the banking house operates on all forms of currency, its exclusive ability to produce auro fortia has dramatically changed the political landscape of Tylaris. House von Ruuth: The von Ruuth family has ruled over Cyraepta for just over 150 years. Shortly after Alexander Gustav von Ruuth discovered what would become the wealthiest adamantine vane in Tylanis lesser nobles began swearing oaths of fealty to the von Ruuth family. Alexander and his banner-men, armed with adamantine steal, soon swept across the south of Tylanis. With his new found status Alexander found himself promptly appointed Lord Governor of Cyraepta. Over the years Alexander and his decedents have expanded their domain, carving out the land to both the east and west of the Strait of Lysander, where all trade ships traveling north up Caesar Bay to central Tylaris must pass. In resent history the von Ruuth family has lead a profitable business through the financing and insurance of merchant vessels who frequent Tylaris.   Lord Governor Alexander IV von Ruuth is the current Lord Governor of Cyraepta. At the age of 88, the man is half deft and half blind, leaving most of the matters of state to be handled by his children and the adopted Cthuun.   Alexander V von Ruuth was the Lord Governor's eldest son and heir, a strong adventurous man, known for his skill at arms and loved for his fair dealings with his people. Killed in a horrific accident during a recent tourney in the King's honor, his death has left a power void in Cyraepta and stifled the Lord Governor's will to rule.   Eva von Ruuth is the twin sister of the late Alexander the fifth. Married many years ago to a wealthy merchant within the Spicers Guild. She and the Lord Governor dote on her son, also named Alexander. It is her hope that she be appointed the Lord Regent of Cyraepta now that her brother is dead so that her son may continue the family line after her father passes.   Adalwolf von Ruuth the Lord Governor's youngest legitimate child and now only male heir. Legally he is the rightful heir of the Lord Governor's chair should he pass away, however, his wife has bore him no children, leaving him no heirs to continue the family line. The Bolt Family: As an establishment, Bolt Banking, has been around for nearly 600 years. The mysterious family is a specter; a phantasm with no known residence. While no one really knows where or who the Bolts are, their banking organization employs a very real, very connected network of spies, from The Jungles of Yiff to the Isle of Ice. A network which has been indispensable to Cthuun and Ruuth and Bolt Banking’s success in finance on Tylaris.   District Cyraepta District (Cyraepta) The topography just off the coast in Cyraepta is rocky and mountainous. The plebeians, common-folk, of Cyraepta make their living often as fisherman or sailors. Of plebeians some few, who make a living agriculturally, grow olives trading in highly valued olive oil, fewer still are able to grow grains but lands with proper soil and sufficient area are rare in Cyraepta. Because of its location the city of Erbasi, as well as other smaller ports along the coast, finds themselves home to traders and artisans the world over, bringing in foods, spices, art, and other exotics into Cyraepta and the rest of Tylanis. The Lord Governor,under the direction of Cthuun, ops to govern each major city or town with an appointed magistrate or consular as well as an elected body. This coupled with Cyraepta's low taxes and free trade policies gives the people the illusion of control and freedom keeping the majority of people happy. As a result of its large merchant class, for many decades now, Cyraepta has been home to many of Tylanis' banking houses. A place where the wealthy, to there benefit, are able to finance smaller tradesmen and business ventures that reach far beyond the boarders of Cyraepta even Tylanis   - Erbasi the Jewel of Cyraepta during feriae lucerum, the annual festival of lights - Erbasi is a massive city on the east side of the Strait of Lysander. It is by this city any vessel hoping to make use of Caesar Bay must pass. Erbasi governing body is made up of two conslars appointed by the Lord Governor and three magistrates elected from and by the open council, a group of lesser lords and the wealthiest citizens of the cities. The cities are also home to the Tylanis headquarters of Ruuth and Bolt Banking. By locating itself in the heart of trade, the banking house is able to finance and insure a multitude of investments as well as increase the circulation of fortem et aurea so that the bank is able to produce a margin on nearly every important transaction in Tylanis.   Blackhoam or "The Hole," is a relic of the von Ruuth family from old times, before King Harrod unified Tylaris underneath himself and the Lord Governors. Located in the mountains, twenty miles off the cost, the castle was once a fortress build into a cliff side to withstand any siege. Years after its erection, during Alexander Gustav's rule, the future Lord Governor would discover the immutable value of the metals which the castle was build upon. Today Blackhoam is still the seat of the Lord Governor of Cyraepta but is also home to a massive hole rather than an impregnable fortress. The hole, a mine, is perhaps the richest adamantine mine in all of Tylanis and the original source of the von Ruuth family's power.   Cthuun Character History Character History: Before Cthuun von Ruuth, there was only Cthuun. Early Life For five years, Cthuun not only survived but thrived in the tadpole eat tadpole world of the young memoridenti before finally producing the sponge like substance which would begin to form his chrysalis. 17 years later, Cthuun hatched a member of the memoridenti of Thaxin'Dantar. Cthuun, born to a scholar caste, was indoctrinated to the Scholae Et Omnia, where, for years, he received the highest form of memoridenti education. His education encompassed a large field from xenopsychology, to metallurgy, everything which the memoridenti believed could be important to the growth and expansion of there society. Life as a Slave Thaxin'Dantar was once the largest and greatest city of the memoridenti, harboring a population of nearly 3,800 memordenti and nearly 25,000 orcs, goblins and other species native to Yiff and the Black Swamp. Nearly 50 years ago a savage orcish slave name Gromash the Bloodhand, for his left hand which he cut off to escape his chains, lead a slave rebellion which took over the city. Thousands of memordenti where slaughtered and hundreds had a far worse fate as former masters became slaves. Since that day the memordenti have never develop a large metropolis, sticking to smaller populations in the hopes of maintaining greater control over there thralls. Gromash, having seized the city, did not liberate the entire population, rather those deemed leaser races remained in a sort of thrall servitude, as the city quickly become more grossly involved in the slave trade then ever under the memoridenti rule. For years, Cthuun as with many others where made to fight in the arena for the sport and entertainment of there new masters becoming a sort of champion of the pit. Cthuun mercilessly slay orc, goblin, memoridenti alike with no remorse, it was survival and he would survive, for this had become his life. Until, one day during a partnered bout in the pits Cthuun found himself fallen as an advisory, an enormous lizardman, raise a warhammer, which would have surely lay the kill blow splattering the field of the pit with his brains, was stabbed threw from behind. Cthuun's partner a human had saved his life and run the lizardman threw just in time. Later, the human would revel himself to Cthuun as Alexander von Ruuth, a young lord from a far away land, who had the misfortune of being taken by pirates and slavers while sailing the coasts of Yiff. Over the course of six months the two would devise a plan to escape the city all the while fighting to survive the pits. Life in Tylanis Upon their arrival in Tylanis Alexander, with the Lord Governor's blessing, had papers drafted making Cthuun his brother by law. With both Eva and Adalwolf as true blooded successors there was little chance of Cthuun achieving and real political power as an alien to this strange land. Alexander and Cthuun, however, remained ever close confidants to the dismay of the Lord Governor's other children. Cthuun would insured the families economic dominance through the invention of auro fortia and a merger with the renown Bolt Banking. Alexander and Cthuun's partnership was incredibly fruitful and Alexander soon secured a place as one of the Kings advisers. Upon word of Alexander the fifths death all where devastated, the shock could only be surpassed by a letter penned by his own hand naming Cthuun his replacement as adviser to the King and Master of Coin.   Known Associates Ser Sand Dan Glokta is the son of a lesser noble native to Erbasi. Sand, as a two time winner of the annual fencing competition, is a renown swordsman who until recently served as an officer in the Cyraepta Armed Forces. Cthuun, after his brother's recent demise and taking up the mantle of Master of Coin, has recruited Sand as a personal bodyguard, now benefiting from both the mans exceptional swordplay as well as his reputation as a charming celebrity. The Tor Knar are a group reptilian humanoids, lead by the sorcerer Khal Danar, known for there hunting and tracking skills, employed by Ruuth and Bolt Banking's Recovery and Acquisitions department in Erbasi. Tor Knar's reputation as bounty hunters has followed them from the far reaches of the Jungle of Yiff, their draconic appearance has lead to the rumors that dragons, krakens, giants, and other such creatures guard the Ruuth and Bolt most treasured vaults. The rumors are always officially denounced as false by Cthuun and the bank, however, they continue to crop up from time to time, always stirring up new business for the banking house.   Writing Sample The knight herald's boots click clicked on the marble flooring as he entered the hall, kicking up small dust clouds only visible in the beams of light cutting through the pillars of the opulent hall. The envoy slowed for a moment taking in the scene, he had graced some of the finest halls in the kingdom, even the king's throne room, but this was something entirely unique. Black and white marble tiling stretched the length of the great hall, a dark emerald green carpet twenty feet wide with ornate gold trim lay a path down the middle length where a massive desk carved from a single piece of black oak sat depicting an embossed kraken highlighted by gold filigree. To the East, pillars opened the room to a landscape view down the mountainside to the horizon all the way down past the Strait of Lysander, where mighty Erbasi and Yeresik lay barely recognizable from the coast. The West housed a dozen or so of the largest paintings the envoy had ever seen, each a masterpiece, depicting scenes from the history of Tylanis and Cyraepta from the gods who created the land, to the great battles and heroes which forged the nation. Look at this pompous moron - walking in her like some kind of we be dragon slayer - like the voyage from the capitol to Eribasi was all kinds of danger or that bloody ride with armored escort – he fraqqing made me ride all the way out to this “Hole,” could have saved us a great deal of trouble and time just giving me the damn letter - “Words for the Lord Governor’s eyes alone” – bah – Alexander and I are the Lord Governorship, Cthuun thought. He has not heard from Alexander in a week’s time and knew the letter was certainly from him, since the Kings death Alexander and Cthuun had been busy working, plotting, scheming. It was frustrating having almost no word in a week, not that he could blame him. The envoy handed over a rolled parchment which the Lord Governor uncurled and read in silence, his face turning pale had lost all sign of vigor that remained be for he finally felling slouching back into his chair. Adalwolf was closes and first to start to read “King Jorgen, Lord Protector of Tylanis, with heavy heart regrets…” his voice trailed into silence as his face contorted into what Cthuun could on describe as a pitiful charade of grief before moving onto a second shorter note when his face began to slacken first in sock then overwhelmed by horror and disgust. This is a problem. As Cthuun read his tentacles began to twitch in an inconceivable rage. King Jorgen, Lord Protector of Tylanis It is with heavy heart that I regret to inform you of the death of your son Lord Alexander Fifth of his name... The letter went on giving the King's condolences, explained the circumstances of the accident, and the legal work which needed to be considered, like the Lord Governor and his other children wouldn't be considering it. However, the smaller note, splatter with drops of blood, penned in what was unmistakably Alexander's own had had caught Cthuun's eye: Alexander V Father, these are likely the last words we shall share. I hope that in my time I have made you proud for no son has ever love a father as I have. It is my final request that Cthuun takes my place on the kings council as Master of Coin, he is my brother, the brother I choose. He knows the workings of our bank like no one else, there is no one else better suited. To Eva my sister, my love, may young Alexander grow strong and worthy the family name. To Adalwolf, you are the noble wolf, being honor the family where I am not. To Cthuun, brother, do what must be done. As Cthuun finished the note tentacles flitted in a furry before erupting with an violent incomprehensible "woop woop woop". Cthuun stripped the ring from his right hand which had abated his hunger slamming the token down on the Lord Governors desk before leaving the room. Rage, sadness, excitement swelled within Cthuun. He was hungry, he was ravenous, he would find something to eat.

3. Cthuun Character Sheet Cthuun's character sheet as well as links to magical weapons, armor, and other equipment. Sorry DM's eyes only.

4. Possession / Personal Investments Cthuun's Estate in Erbasi Cthuun has a very modest but secure estate in Erbasi spending most of his time in one branch of Ruuth and Bolt or another when not attending council meetings or dealing with family matter at Castle Blackhoam. (1) Basic Estate - Cost Free (1) Minor expansions to original designs - Cost 1,000 Ruuth and Bolt Banking There are several Ruuth and Bolt Banking houses in Tylanis of note: (1)Ruuth and Bolt Banking Tylanis Headquarters in Erbasi (1) Gateway Isles North Branch (1) Argent District Fairford Branch (1) Oakleigh Branch (1) Gilded Tome Branch

5. Military Breakdown Your total military power and their breakdown. Infantry make 1gp/month and for each rank higher it is an additional 50sp. This goes the same for Seamen. Militia are 1/2 cost but take an additional day to muster. This is not optional, you will have at least a modest force. This can be secret excluding all official military personnel.   Siege Equipment and Stores The cities of Cyraepta as well as the Armed Forces have a small reserve of siege engines and stocked armaments such as crossbows and and ammunition.   Erbasi (9) Trebuchet, heavy - the city has a series of trebuchets set upon the castle city towers and city wall towers. Each of these siege engines is housed atop of a large stone lazy susan that is maned by 10-20 men from the floor bellow. Allowing for the siege engines to be oriented with terrific speed. (60) Ballista, light - the cities outer wall is lined with several light ballistas to ensure the cities defense from any land based assault. (800) light crossbow - the cities armory stores around 800 light crossbows for the use of the 444 and the cities militia. (100,000) crossbow bolts (2,000) heavy trebuchet rounds (6,000) light ballista rounds   The Cyraepta's Armed Forces maintains the maintenance of several catapults as well as a stock of light ranged weaponry. (20) Catapult, light (600) light crossbow (20,000) crossbow bolt (2,000) light catapult rounds   Castle Blackhoam has a modest store of light ranged weaponry as well as a small few siege weaponry to insure the protection of the Lord Governor and the adamantine mine. (1) Trebuchet, standard (10) Ballista, light (200) light crossbow (100) standard Trebuchet round (10,000) crossbow bolt (1,000) light ballista round Total Cost: 131,250   Cyraepta's Armed Forces Cyraepta has maintained its refined military presence despite the enlightened age which has come to pass over Tylanis. (1) Lord Commander Bradic Glokta (O-6 Fighter 7th Level) (3) Lieutenant Commander (O-5 Warrior 6th Level) (18) Major (O-4 Warrior 5th Level) (32) Captain (O-3 Warrior 4th Level) (32) First Lieutenant (O-2 Warrior 3rd Level) (32) Second Lie tenant (O-1 Warrior 2nd Level) (640) Veteran (E-2 Warrior 2nd Level) (241) Recruit (E-1 Wariror 1 Level)   (1) Lord Commander Bradic Glokta - Breastplate, Bastard Sword (3) Lieutenant Commander - Breastplate, Bastard Sword (18) Major - Chain shirt, Bastard Sword (32) Captain - Studded leather, light wooden Shield, Longspear, Sword, short (32) First Lieutenant - Studded leather, light wooden Shield, Longspear, Sword, short (32) Second Lieutenant - Studded leather, light wooden Shield, Longspear, Sword, short (640) Veterans - Leather, light wooden Shield, Longspear, Sword, short (241) Recruits - Leather, light wooden Shield, Longspear, Sword, short Equipment Costs: 16,083 Salary / Month:1,807.5   Erbasi's 444 Erbasi has a small peacekeeping force know as "The Four Hundred and Forty-Four." A group of trained peacekeepers lead by a former Cyraepta military officer Commander Eric Dunharrow. (1) Commander Eric Dunharrow (O-5 Fighter 6th Level) (3) Lieutenant Commanders (O-4 5th level Warriors) (30) Captains (O-3 4th level Warriors) (30) Lieutenants (O-1 2nd Level Warriors) (40) Medics (E-1 1st level Adepts) (200) Guards (E-2 2nd level Warriors) (100) Recruits (E-1 1st level Warriors)   (1) Commander Eric Dunharrow - Breastplate, Bastard Sword (3) Lieutenant Commanders - Studded leather, Longsword (30) Captains -Studded leather, light wooden Shield, Spear, Shortsword (30) Lieutenants -Studded leather, light wooden Shield, Spear, Shortsword (40) Medics - Quarterstaff (200) Guards - Leather, light wooden Shield, Spear, Shortsword (100) Recruits - Leather, light wooden Shield, Spear, Shortsword Equipment Costs: 5,127.5 Salary / Month: 869   Erbasi's Militia In times of war or in case of a siege the city of Erbasi boasts a small but honorable militia. Members of the militia are expected to attended biannually training courses to assure performance under extreme circumstances. (6) Captains (O-2 3rd level Warriors) (60) Sargent (O-1 2nd level Warriors) (60) Militia Medical personnel (E-1 1st level Adepts) (540) Militia Recruits (E-1 1st Level Warriors)   (6) Captains - Leather, light wooden Shield, Spear, Shortsword (60) Sargent - Leather, light wooden Shield, Spear, Shortsword (60) Militia Medical personnel - Quarterstaff (540) Militia Recruits - Leather, light wooden Shield, Spear, Shortsword Equipment Costs: 7,575 Salary / Month: 351   Blackhoam Blackhoam always houses a small retinue of knights of the body, elite swordsmen sworn to the Lord Governor and his family. While not numerous enough to pose an offensive threat the well trained knights along with the castles defenses are well equipped to hold off against any force until Cyraepta's army is able to relieve them from a potential siege. As well, many of the miners and common folk are trained militia, able to take up arms in case of emergence. (1) Adalwolf von Ruuth (O-5 6th Level Fighter) (99) Knights of the Body (O-4 5th Level Warrior) (1) Bart, Kennel Master (O-5 6th Level Ranger) (50) Blond Mastiff, guard dogs (232) Common militia (E-1 1st level commoner and experts)   (1) Adalwolf von Ruuth - Breastplate, light wooden shield, Bastard Sword, (99) Knights of the Body - Breastplate, light wooden shield, Bastard Sword, (1) Bart, Kennel Master - Studded leather, Sword, short, composite Longbow (50) Blond Mastiff, guard dogs - 35 gp (232) Common militia - Leather, light wooden Shield, Spear, Shortsword Equipment Cost: 16,617.5 Salary / Month: 1,013 Total Equipment Costs 176,653 Total Salary / Month: 4040.5

6. Economy and Revenue Sources Latest estimate continue to hold true Cyraepta remains a prosperous, bankers and merchants alike rejoice at the von Ruuth families polices. While the four plantation families Vendriks, Cornwall, Thorteinberry, and Harrisfield provide the district with crop the majority of Cyraepta's citizens dine on fresh fish. The olive orchards which Alexander the first had planted have become an important part of Cyraepta's economy, ships sail across Tylanis and as far as the Crystal Sea exporting the oil. Erbasi continues to stand as a jeweled city a central location of trade as well as home to one of the few universities outside of the Gilded Tome in Tylanis. Source Percent Olive Trade 18% Fishing 17% Rare Metals 16% Minting 12% Spices 12% Other Exotic Goods 11% University Tuition 9% Tolls 3% Import Taxes 2%

7. District Make Up   Population Percent Human 63% Halfling 11% Half-Elf 9.5% Gnome 6% Dwarf 6% Elf 2.5% Half Orc 1.5% Other .5% Total Population: 40,717 Total Costs: 3,809,000 Erbasi Erbasi, the jewel of Cyraepta, is a beacon of light in the cruel darkness that is the world. This mighty city is positioned at the narrowest point of the Strait of Lysander. By positioning itself in the central waylay through the strait leading up through Caesar Bay to central Tylanis the city has insured both its strategic importance in defending the middle land of Tylanis as well as become a central hub to foreign traders. (1) Castle - Population 133 Cost 250,000 (16) Mansions - Population 5 Cost 5,000 (1337) Grandhouse apartments - Population 20 Cost 1000 (2) Galley - Population 200 - Cost 30,000 (5) Sailig Ships - Population 20 Cost 10,000 (1) Ruuth and Bolt Banking House and Headquarters - Cost (See 4 Possessions) (1) University of Erbasi - Cost 100,000 (1) Mint - 75,000 (1) Library of Erbasi - 15,000 (1) Waterfront - 90,000 (1) Pier - 50,000 (3) City Wall Outer - 5,000 (3) Additional 10 ft. of Height - 5,000 per side (1) Market - 120,000 (1) Spicer's Guildhall - 25,000 (1) Granary - 30,000 (1) Garrison - 70,000 (1) Hospital - 75,000 (1) Kraken's Den, Tavern - 30,000 (1) The Golden Horn, Inn - 25,000 (1) Paved Streets - 60,000 (1) Sewer System - 60,000 (1) Cistern - 15,000 (1) Everflowing Spring - 12,500 Total Population:27,453 Total Cost: 2,649,500 Castle Blackhoam Blackhoam is the seat of the von Ruuth family legacy. It is there that Tylanis' richest adamantine vein as well as the impregnable Castle Blackhoam can be found. Castle Blackhoam is home to the venerable Lord Governor Alexander von Ruuth as well as dozens of servants, maids, cooks, soldiers as well as miners. (1) Castle - Population 147 Cost 250,000 (2) Mine - Cost 15,000 (8) Grandhouse apartments - Population 20 Cost 1000 (18) Houses - Population 5 Cost 500 Total Population: 397 Total Cost: 297,000 Mass Crop, Plantation Style Farms While much of Cyraepta's hilly terran is rocky there are four plantation families of note: Vendriks, Cornwall, Thorteinberry, and Harrisfield (4) Farm at 4 BP (Hilly terrain) Cost 10,000 (4) Mansion Cost 5,000 Plantations Population 133 Total Population: 532 Total Cost: 60,000 Olive Farms Cyraepta is home to some of Tylanis' most renown olive orchards. (213) Grandhouses - Population 20 Cost 1000 Total Population: 4260 Total Cost: 213,000 Fishing Villages All Along Cyraepta's shoreline thriving fishing villages can be found. (109) House x5 - Population 25 Cost 2,500 (109) Grandhouse x2 - Poplation 40 Cost 2,000 Total Population: 7,085 Total Cost:490,500 Villages,Hamlets, and Thorps The vast sprawling hills of Cyraepta are home to a few Villages, Hamlets, and Thorps across the land. (198) Houses - Population 5 Cost 500 Total Population: 990 Total Cost: 99,000

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1: Public Knowledge Sarah Dizen, the current head of house, inherited the position after her husband of just two years was murdered Sarah is a devout follower of Abadar, a traditionally extremely lawful deity Sarah is the head of a small but elite order called the Silver Blade, a warrior order dedicated to maintaining Abadar's will The gap between the rich and the poor is smaller in the Gilded Tome, with fewer ridiculously rich families, but no true slums to speak of Sarah has a son, Adam, who is nearing his third birthday, and whom she cares more about than anything else The Gilded Tome's most famous university, Dalvoi's University for the Mercifully Benign, was originally funded and staffed by followers of Sarenrae before a cultural shift saw Abadar becoming the favored religion of the district. Out of respect, many symbols of Sarenrae scattered about the campus were left as is.

2: Original Application   Sarah Dizen, the Lady of Lore and Law Character Name: Sarah Dizen Title: The Lady of Lore and Law Race: Human Class: Paladin (divine hunter archetype) Gender: F House: House Dizen of the Gilded Tome district Alignment:   LG. Sarah is a compassionate woman with a strong sense of justice. Despite her position, she still feels uncomfortable ordering others around, but when she does, she's a natural leader who inspires near absolute loyalty in her closest followers. She is a bit lacking in confidence when it comes to her role as head of the district, but is supremely confident in her skill at arms. The betrayal of her own father has made her slow to trust, but once her trust is earned, it is total. There was a time when she would have died to save another, but now that she is a mother herself, her priorities have shifted, and she does the best she can to raise her young Adam properly. She is usually wise and cautious, but tends to get rather bold, almost reckless, when lives are in danger. Description:   Sarah is quite tall for a woman at 5'11, which, coupled with her unusually long limbs, would make one expect her to be ungainly. That could not be less true, however, as she moves with almost elven-like grace, which has lead to more than one individual questioning her parentage. But her body lacks the willowy appearance of the elves, her long frame surprisingly well built. Though no one would ever mistake her body for that of a child's, one could be forgiven for making that assumption based on her face alone. Her green eyes are large and soulful, her facial features soft and smooth. Her hair is a bold crimson, which she usually cuts at neck length and shapes into a bobcut. Her face has taken on a few barely visible wrinkles due to the stress of responsibility suddenly thrust upon her, but they are only visible when she contorts her face. Character History:   The woman who would become Sarah Dizen was born Sarah Hall, youngest of four children and only daughter to Kevin and Claudia Hall. Both were members of the order of the silver blade, an order dedicated to preserving Abadar's tenets of order, and all of the Hall children were expected to take up Abadar's Oath and join the order when the time came. As soon as they were old enough to walk and talk, they were trained to in both the art of war and in the glory of Abadar. Kevin was harsh but fair, and Claudia was stern yet compassionate. The two balanced discipline and tenderness perfectly, and gave their children just enough free time to prevent them from feeling overwhelmed. The eldest sibling, Darren, took to the training like a fish to water. He relished the thrill of combat, and spent even his free time training with every type of weapon he could get his hand on. When he turned 18, he was put on the trial of the templar, where he earned one of the highest marks in the history of the order. By the age of 25, he had become the youngest man to achieve the rank of templar-commander. He is incredibly proud and aloof, believing his ability and natural talent puts him above everyone else, an attitude which the order grudgingly tolerates due to the fact that most of his boasting is justified. The next eldest, Raphael, found the tight quarters of the order obstructive. His father noticed, and transferred him to the ranger-templars, where he flourished. While not quite as esteemed as his older brother, Raphael is nonetheless considered an asset to the templars, quickly surpassing his peers and rivaling those ten years his senior. Perhaps because of his distance from the cities, Raphael is far humbler than Darren, and more down to earth. He somehow still manages to get into just as much trouble, however, though for different reasons: While Darren tends to lord himself about, Raphael tends to see the laws as guidelines, preferring to trust his own moral code when it is in conflict with written law. Fredrick, the third child sired by Kevin, seemed at first that he would follow Darren's footsteps, genuinely enjoying his training as Darren did before him. However, weeks before his twelfth birthday, he took ill suddenly, and was bed ridden. By the time Kevin realized this illness was no mere flu, it was too late, and even the best doctors of Dizen could only ease his passage. He was grieved only briefly, but only a monster would assume it was because he was not loved. Rather, both of his parents were skilled warriors, used to seeing those they cared about die in battle. Losing their own child was another thing entirely, but even then their experience with loss hardened their heart, and they knew the folly of wallowing in the past. Being a woman was no excuse to Kevin, and Sarah was worked as hard or harder than her older brothers, though her limber form lent her better to archery than swordsmanship. She was the best of both her siblings, the strong sense of law and justice of Darren, and the humility and sense of right of Raphael. Her faith in Abadar was absolute, and from a young age it appeared she had all the makings for a paladin of the order- a rare thing for their order. At first she thought she was destined to follow in her older brother's footsteps, but sometime during her tenth winter, things began to change. It started small, subtle. Though their training had always been in warcraft, both Darren and Raphael had received a token education, enough get them by most situations. Sarah, on the other hand, found her reading work growing everyday, but it wasn't until she asked Raphael for help and he was unable to do so did she realize that she was receiving a much stronger education than they had. Then, a few years later, her tutors started teaching her statecraft, a subject that would be completely useless to a normal member of the order. It was then that she started to suspect something, but Kevin was mum about the issue, saying only that he had a plan for all of his children. It was around her 17th birthday when her father first introduced her to Victor Dizen, the young heir to the Dizen throne. As she found herself being dragged along to spend more and more time with the noble born man, dread realization dawned upon her. She knew now why her upbringing had been so different than her siblings, and what her father's plan for her was. He intended to marry her into the major house, bringing their family up significantly. Though she internally railed against it, her own faith in Abadar caused her to reluctantly accept it, for even if she resisted, her father could legally marry her without her consent. Such was the law. 'May as well try to make the best of it,' she had thought. And so, with grudging acceptance she started to play the part that was required of her, and started spending time with the scholar on her own. At first, she did it purely out of a sense of duty, but more and more she started finding herself genuinely enamored with him. Despite his weak, bookish appearance, he possessed a gentle heart, surprising courage, and, most importantly to her, a sense of justice that made her own seem tame by comparison. Victor, for his part, was impressed with her twin knowledges of statecraft and warcraft and her compassion, a rare thing to be found among the followers of the written law. She felt herself drawn to his quick wit, his clever tongue, and his gushing love for science, just as he fell in love for her strength, frankness, and devotion to Abadar. It was no surprise to any when Victor proposed, and Sarah gladly accepted. The wedding was a simple affair, mostly by Sarah's request, feeling quite uncomfortable at the large parties thrown by nobility enough without being the center of the attention of one. It was during the wedding that she announced to those gathered that she was expecting their first child, earning rejoice on both sides. Seven months later, she gave birth to a healthy boy, whom they named Adam, and Sarah couldn't be happier. She began to regret ever doubting her father, for he clearly knew what he was doing. "I guess father always does know best," she had said to him jokingly one day, a smile on her face. Kevin didn't smile back. It was strange at the time, but then her father had always been the serious type, and was likely too dour to smile, let alone laugh. It had completely slipped her mind when she returned with Adam from her visit with her family. She immediately knew something was wrong when she saw the large guard force waiting outside. The look on the captain's face as he approached her told her everything she needed to know. Victor's funeral was a quiet affair, but it could have been a massive event and Sarah still would not likely have noticed. Her eyes were on the still form of the father of her son. She vaguely recalled the conversation that the guard captain had told her. "Fatal sword wound in the chest... no signs of any struggle..." The district assumed the attempt was the doing of another district, but Sarah knew better. An assassin would have struck from behind, and if the killing blow had been made from the front, there would have been some sort of struggle. No, whomever killed him was someone he trusted, someone he wouldn't think twice about until it was too late. Someone like the father of his wife. Leaving Adam in the care of Raphael, she tore her way towards the silver keep. Blinded by grief she stormed into her father's presence and flung accusations at him. To her horror, Kevin denied nothing, saying that it was a necessary evil to bring the order into greater renown. Now she would be in charge of the Gilded Tome district, and be in a position to spread the glory of Abadar throughout the land. She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it. In a fury, she grabbed a weapon from the wall, and began swinging wildly at the grand templar, but she was horridly outmatched by her father, both a veteran of far more battles than she, and an expert in swordplay where Sarah had specialized in archery. He allowed his daughter to vent her rage until she nearly collapsed from exhaustion. "Why?" She asked, weakly. "Sometimes sacrifices must be made in the name of justice. Even if that means sacrificing those closest to you." Kevin replied, without the narrowest bit of empathy. "I'm glad we agree on something, father" A voice called out from behind. Before Kevin even had time to turn around Darren had impaled him upon his sword. The look upon Kevin's face was one of absolute shock. "We are not thugs, we are not assassins, we are templars of Abadar." Darren lectured to his stumbling father. "Ours is the way of law, of superiority. We are better than the common man, that does not give us right to stoop down to them!" Kevin tried to say something in reply, but only gurgled blood instead. "As high templar of the silver blade, I strike you from our order on grounds of treason, both to the order itself and the house it now serves. May Abadar judge you better than I." With that, Kevin breathed his last. The next few months were a blur. Sarah could not live with hiding the truth, and confessed it was her father that had performed the assassination. She felt sure that she would be killed for it, and frankly she might have welcomed the chance to be reunited with Victor, but it was not to be. The people saw the truth in her sorrow, and though Kevin's name was struck from the records of the silver blade, Sarah was cleared of any wrongdoing. Sarah and Victor's love had become something of a fairy tale of the peoples, and they all but begged her to take on the mantle of leadership. Though Sarah relented, she made it very clear that she was doing it for Victor and Adam, and not for herself. She has in the years since become Areas of Influence:   The Gilded Tome is traditionally known for it's scholars and researchers. Of particular notice is their knowledge of alchemy, though they also have their hand in every area of study, from engineering, law, and even the arcane arts. Having few natural resources of their own, they rely on their veritable army of experts to provide guidance to others for income. A few of their scholars, like the alchemists, produce goods that can be sold, but by and large Dizen's largest export is knowledge. With Sarah's rise to power, house Dizen has secured the order of the silver blade as well, giving some much needed teeth to the otherwise unassuming house. Though their small numbers make them unsuited for wars of attrition, their elite training makes them far more dangerous in tasks requiring more compact units. Though the order occasionally rents out their members to other houses when regular soldiers won't suffice, they outright refuse to perform any act that breaks the law, which often frustrates others looking for an elite infiltrator to spy on his rivals. Writing Sample:   "I thank you for your time, councilor. I assure you, I will give your referendum the attention it deserves." a visibly weary woman sighs, dropping the weighty article onto the table. "I greatly appreciate it," the opulent (and corpulent) man replies with a smile, "And remember, I'll be doling out my yearly donations soon. I'm sure your orphanage program would benefit greatly from a grateful benefactor." Sarah bites her lips to avoid snapping at the arrogant man. "One would hope that such donation would be made out of charity, out of the goodness of one's self." "Of course, of course," the man laughs defensively, "but I find cheerful men tend to have more charity, and the passing of this referendum would provide me much cheer." "I completely understand," Sarah replies, putting on the best smile she could manage. "And I will keep that in mind as I consider your landgrab." "Requisition permit for involuntary expansion" The man corrects. "Right. Thank you, and goodbye." Once the merchant was escorted out of the room, Sarah falls backwards into her chair. "Great gods, how did Victor do this? Without going insane?" Her adviser steps forward, picking up the large packet. "They're testing you, milady. They want to see how far you'll bend. It will pass in time, especially with the rate you've been shutting them down. Speaking of which, what would you like me to do with this?" "Burn it." She replies, "Then have one of the scribes write a rejection letter, and hold on to it for about a week or so before delivering it. Let him sweat it out a bit, get his hopes up. If he's going to waste my time, might as well return the favor." "Very well," the older man nods. "There is one more issue on the agenda..." "Please Carvan, no more referendums." Carvan shakes his head. "Apparently there's a group of criminals taking shelter in the sewers. Now, normally this would be a guard matter, but these ones seem more apt than others. They've killed every scout force sent after them thus far, and every time we try to raid them, they're gone by the time the troops get down there. We fear they may have an inside man. The guards have requested that the Silver Blades handle this." "Finally, a chance to do some real good," Sarah smiles. "Alright, I'll take care of this. Go get me my bow, I'll take three others with me and we'll sweep-" "I don't believe that's wise," Carvan cautions, "We've already lost Victor. Our district would falter without you." "Please, it's just a couple of bandits, I could handle them myself if I wanted to. Bringing help is already a step towards excessive, but even if it was a risk, I'd still take it. I'm sure the nobles would find a suitable replacement for me if it came to that." Carvan cringes, knowing that he's about to cross a line, but seeing no alternative. "And what of Adam, milady? Should we find a suitable replacement for him as well?" That had the desired effect, and Sarah freezes. Her mind travels backwards to Victor's funeral. Garbed in all black, Sarah was a sore sight, holding their young child in her hands. The child would never even remember his father's face. Could she do that? Could she take away his mother's face as well? "Are you saying that I should do nothing?" Sarah whispers. "I'm saying you should learn delegation," Carvan answers, "as head of house, you have access to many resources beyond your own. Use them. You are not the only member of the Silver Blades qualified to lead." Sarah stands there for nearly a minute, locked in a mental debated, before retreating once more to her chair. "Very well. Send a message to Darren. let him handle it. And then send word to the nurse. I'd like to see my child again, now that my responsibilities have been taken care of." "Of course, my lady," Carven turns around, leaving to ensure that his lady's will is carried out. District Description:   The Gilded Tome district is small, but relatively wealthy. Those with the aptitude to be scholars nearly always come from those wealthy enough to purchase their own books, and the Gilded Tome receives many donations from wealthy merchants and lords who want to ensure their sons and daughters receive the very best in education. Despite this, the district is relatively plain-It's well kept, clean and structured, but there is little in the way of decorations. The vast majority of their income is devoted to expanding their libraries or funding research. For the most part, house Dizen prefers function over form, and aesthetics are only relevant as a tie breaker between two otherwise identical designs. That is not to say that the people of the Gilded Tome district lack culture or creativity, only that they go about it differently. They have no interest in massive statues or cathedrals that reach to the sky-such things only show that they had nothing better to spend the money on. Rather, they practice a more minimalist style, taking great pride in being able to make works of art with nothing other than scraps left over from the last construction project. Even their music is brisk and to the point. While they are more than capable of figuring out more subtle work, they don't see the value in it-if you have something to say by writing your song or painting your artwork, just say it. Don't dance around the issue and hope that your audience figures it out. That leads straight into the next quirk of the Gilded Tome: they are brutally honest. Pretty words are just that-pretty, and more likely to mislead than to comfort. While they are certainly capable of lying, they don't believe in mincing words. If they have something to say, they're just going to say it. This can sometimes be jarring to newcomers who come to speak to their trained medical experts for advice, only to be told, quite bluntly, that even with the operation they only have a 72% chance of survival. They justify this behavior by explaining that, like it or not, the truth is whatever the truth is, and it isn't fair to ask someone to make a decision based on untruths. Every white lie colors the listener's opinion, and an overly optimistic perspective often leads to overly naive decisions. The people themselves aren't particularly religious, though that's changed slightly with Sarah's control, but they are very philosophical. It's often joked that the first word spoken by every newborn child of the Gilded Tome district is "why". Other than that, the only identifying feature of a citizen of the Gilded District is a tendency towards law and order,but unlike others of a lawful bent, they are not fond of tradition, gladly and readily discarding old beliefs for newer, superior ones. The district itself is more inland than the others, and has no actual docks- they don't generally need them, as their primary export is information, which can be carried on a flat piece of paper. In terms of landmass, it's slightly larger than average, but since most districts consider their adjacent waters as part of their domain, the Gilded Tome ends up slightly behind in total area. Because of their lack of craftsmen and distance from the docks, there is a surprisingly small percentage of "low income" families. They make up this population with a very large student population, the sons and daughters of other districts here to receive their diplomas from the most prestigious university, Dalvoi's University for the Mercifully Benign. Additionally, while their craftsmen are almost nonexistent, their scholar population is large enough to demand it's own population break down. Though all topics are touched on at least slightly, alchemy is by far their strongest suit, with their trained alchemist outnumbering almost ever other discipline combined. Before the arrival of the Silver Blade, the Alchemist's League was the Gilded Tome's go to combat squad, a small group of battle inclined scholars who brough potent explosives to the fore. With the arrival of the Silver Blade, the Alchemist's League was integrated into the Silver Blade, providing a sharp mind to guide the blade's sharp steel.

3: Character Sheet It's a secret to everybody

4: Other Possessions Math Calculations 3600 Houses 1200 Apartments 1 University (At triple base price to justify it's extreme prominence) Cathedral Garrison Orphanage Sewer System 4 City Walls Market Bank (half funded) Garrison Observatory

Military Power   Ranks: R7: Colonel 4g/month R6: Major 3.5g/month R5: Captain 3g/month R4: Lieutenant 2.5g/month R3: Sergeant 2g/month R2: Private 1.5g/month R1: Recruit 1g/month Cavalry Battalion Led by Major Fredrick Vintark   First Lance Company Major Fredrick Vintark 4 Captains 45 Lieutenants Equipment: 50 Lances 50 Longswords 50 Heavy Steel Shields 50 Banded Mail 50 Heavy Combat Trained Horses 50 Chain Shirt Barding Second Lance Company 1 Captain 4 Lieutenants 45 Sergeants Equipment: 50 Lances 50 Longswords 50 Heavy Steel Shields 50 Banded Mail 50 Heavy Combat Trained Horses 50 Chain Shirt Barding Third Lance Company 1 Captain 4 Lieutenants 45 Sergeants Equipment: 50 Lances 50 Longswords 50 Heavy Steel Shields 50 Banded Mail 50 Heavy Combat Trained Horses 50 Chain Shirt Barding First Horsebow Company 1 Captain 4 Lieutenants 45 Sergeants Equipment: 50 Short bows 1000 Arrows 50 Short Swords 50 Studded Leather 50 Light Combat Trained Horses Second Horsebow Company 1 Captain 4 Lieutenants 45 Sergeants Equipment: 50 Short bows 1000 Arrows 50 Short Swords 50 Studded Leather 50 Light Combat Trained Horses Infantry Battalion Led by Captain Erica Sandvail   First Shield Company Captain Erica Sandvail 9 Lieutenants 90 Sergeants Equipment: 100 Flails 100 Banded Mail 100 Tower Shields Second Shield Company 1 Lieutenant 9 Sergeants 90 Privates Equipment: 100 Flails 100 Banded Mail 100 Tower Shields Third Shield Company 1 Lieutenant 9 Sergeants 90 Privates Equipment: 100 Flails 100 Banded Mail 100 Tower Shields First Polearm Company 1 Lieutenant 9 Sergeants 90 Privates Equipment: 100 Lucerne Hammers 100 Banded Mail 100 Short Swords Second Polearm Company 1 Lieutenant 9 Sergeants 90 Privates Equipment: 100 Lucerne Hammers 100 Banded Mail 100 Short Swords Balistic Battalion Led by Captain Victor Snadrov   First Archer Company Captain Victor Snadrov 9 Lieutenants 90 Sergeants Equipment: 100 Longbows 2000 Arrows 100 Short Swords 100 Leather Armor Second Archer Company 1 Lieutenant 9 Sergeants 90 Privates Equipment: 100 Longbows 2000 Arrows 100 Short Swords 100 Leather Armor Third Archer Company 1 Lieutenant 9 Sergeants 90 Privates Equipment: 100 Longbows 2000 Arrows 100 Short Swords 100 Leather Armor First Siege Company 1 Lieutenant 3 Sergeants 6 Privates Equipment: 10 Short Swords 10 Leather Armor 3 Light Balista 30 Light Balista Bolts 1 Light Catapult 10 Light Catapult Stones Second Siege Company 1 Lieutenant 3 Sergeants 6 Privates Equipment: 10 Short Swords 10 Leather Armor 3 Light Balista 30 Light Balista Bolts 1 Light Catapult 10 Light Catapult Stones Temple of Abadar Though not an official branch of the military, many members of the temple of Abadar often march beside the Gilded Tome's soldiers, to offer them magical support.   Combat Casters 10 Level 4 Adepts Equipment: 10 Flails 10 Chain Shirts 10 Wands of Scorching Ray Combat Healers 20 Level 4 Adepts Equipment: 20 Flails 20 Chain Shirts 20 Wands of Cure Light Wounds [dice=Combat Chanters]20 Level 4 Adepts Equipment: 20 Flails 20 Chain Shirts 20 Wands of Bless[/dice] Grand Monthly Wages: 1917g/month Grand Equipment Costs: 248,925g

6: Revenue Sources 30% Alchemical supplies 20% Legal advice 20% Tuition fees for the public university 15% Architectural blueprint design 15% Contractual research

7: District Composition Races 70% humans 20% elves 5% gnomes 5% other Professions 40% experts 20% merchants 10% service 10% maintenance 10% religious 5% military 5% craftsmen Experts breakdown 30% alchemists 20% lawyers 20% engineers 15% psychologists 15% other

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Public Knowledge   The Gilded Tome has lots of farmland--they grow more food than they need. The Gilded Tome trains many of Tylanis's artisans, bards, and Wizards at the Tylanis College of Arts and Sciences in Cantona. Aaralyn Rue, the new Governess, is a famous educator. It's rumored that she pulled the Tylanis College of Arts and Sciences from the brink of bankruptcy during her time as Assistant Headmistress, and ran it very well as Headmistress. Aaralyn's right-hand woman is a mysterious Kistune named Jalia, who seems to have an uncanny knowledge of the future. Aaralyn's first act as governess was to build a library in every major settlement in the Gilded Tome.

 

Originally Posted by statesman88

Would you allow the 3rd-party Scholar? Or maybe the Deductionist?
EDIT: Scholar is approved, Deductionist is vetoed, which is fine, because Deductionist was my backup anyway.

Character Sheet

Possessions   A Magic Shop   Cantona The capitol city of the Gilded Tome, Cantona is a port city on the southern end of the district. It is a great center of the arts and of learning, and it is home to the Tylanis College of Arts and Magic, which trains bards, wizards, and artisans from around the island. Building Type Cost in GP Industry Details Magic Shop 170,000 Magic Owned by Governess Aaralyn Rue Magical Academy 145,000 Education The Tylanis College of Arts and Sciences Pier 50,000 Sea Trade   Granary 30,000 Food   Exotic Artisan 25,000 Arts   Guildhall 25,000 Arts The Island Bards recruits many college graduates to spread art throughout Tylanis Barracks 15,000 Government City Guard Headquarters/Training Grounds Cistern 15,000 Food   Mill 15,000 Food   Library 15,000 Education   Smithy 15,000 Arts   Graveyard 10,000 Religion   Fishery 10,000 Food   City Walls 5,000 Military   Governor's Mansion 0 Government The Gilded Tome's center of government Spenna The oldest settlement in the Gilded Tome, Spenna is a small port city with a rich cultural history. Building Type Cost in GP Industry Details Town Hall 55,000 Government An old and beautiful building Small Pier (1/2 size) 25,000 Sea Trade Largely used by fishermen Shrine 20,000 Religion   Shop 20,000 Land Trade   Cistern 15,000 Food   Mill 15,000 Food   Library 15,000 Education   Graveyard 10,000 Religion   Fishery 10,000 Food   City Wall 5,000 Military   Bakandrum A small Dwarven settlement in the western foothills of the Gilded Tome, Bakandrum is a steady source of tin, copper, and zinc, which the dwarves smelt together to make brass and bronze. Building Type Cost in GP Industry Details Caster's Tower 75,000 Magic Home to an old, eccentric family of mages. Sometimes they take apprentices from Cantona's magic-users. Foundry 40,000 Mining Refines copper, zinc, and tin ore, producing small amounts of brass and bronze. 2x Mines 30,000 Mining Copper, zinc, and tin ore Smithy 15,000 Arts Here, dwarves create beautiful brass and bronze tools, jewelry, and other items. Barracks 15,000 Government Used by the Dwarven City Guard Cistern 15,000 Food   Library 15,000 Education   Graveyard 10,000 Religion   Antiona Formerly a small trading post at the junction of the Great North Highway and the Great South Highway, Antiona has steadily grown for a number of years. It is a center of land trade, and it is home to a growing horse-breeding business. Building Type Cost in GP Industry Details 3 Shops 60,000 Land Trade A mini-market a short ride away from the nation's capitol Stables 20,000 Horses Part of Antiona's new, growing trade Library 15,000 Education   Countryside Most of the Gilded Tome is open plains and grasslands, which have largely been converted to farms. Building Type Cost in GP Industry Details 7x Highways 35,000 Land Trade An upgraded road Tower 25,000 Military The home base of the Gilded Rangers, marked on the hex map as a triangle, near the untamed forest. 3x Roads 17,500 Land Trade Paid 3x for the roads through the hills to the Bakandrum mines; the forest and the southwestern hills are the only areas with no road. 6x Hexes of Farms 15,000 Food About 560-570 square miles of farmland Total Stability Purchases Military Buildings - 35,000 gp Religion - 50,000 gp Government Buildings & City Guard Barracks - 85,000 gp Housing - In Progress

Military The Gilded Tome's armed forces include three groups: the City Guard, the Gilded Rangers, and the Common People's Militia. The Gilded Rangers number about 500 and keep the roads and fields safe, and they are the district's most deadly force. The City Guard is divided into groups of 100--2 groups in Cantona, and 1 each in Antiona, Bakandrum, and Spenna (500 total), and they enforce order and safety. The two thousand members of the Common People's Militia are trained for emergencies, and specialize in using their shields as a powerful defensive mass.

Revenue District Industry % District GP Investment Buildings/Locations Education 25% 205,000 Magical Academy in Cantona, 4 libraries in the 4 major cities Food 17% 140,000 6 hexes of farms, 2 fisheries, 2 mills, 1 granary, and 3 cisterns Land Trade 16% 132,500 7 hexes of highway, 3 hexes with roads, 3 shops in Antiona, and 1 shop in Spenna Magic 10% 75,000 1 caster's tower in Bakandrum; Ayliana also owns a Magic Shop in Cantona Arts 10% 80,000 1 smithy in Bakandrum; 1 smithy, 1 guildhall, and 1 exotic artisan shop in Cantona Sea Trade 9% 75,000 1 pier in Cantona and 1 half-size pier in Spenna Mining 8% 70,000 2 mines and 1 foundry in Bakandrum - copper, tin, and zinc -> brass and bronze Horses 5% 20,000 1 stable in Antiona Personal Gm's Eyes Only

District Demographics   Races 42% - Human 20% - Dwarf 18% - Kitsune 14% - Gnome 6% - Other   Professions 36% - Farmers 15% - Educators/Librarians/Storytellers 11% - Artisans & Blacksmiths 8% - Merchants 7% - Fishers 5% - Miners 3% - Medical Services 1.4% - Dockworkers/Sailors 1.3% - City Guard 1.3% - The Gilded Rangers 1% - Magicians and Enchanters (who are not otherwise employed as teachers, artisans, or Rangers) --- 10% - Other (Boarding house owners, cleaners, orphanage-caretakers, builders, loggers, thieves, unemployed, and all other professions not large enough to be noted above) --- The above numbers refer to those seeking paid employment. As in most real-life cultures, most of the unpaid labor in the Gilded Tome is done by women (with some help from men, depending on the man in question), who clean their homes and care for sick relatives and raise children, and generally make life possible.

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WIP

 

-Sarin came into power after the plague began, and the old district leader died.
-It's rumored, though unproven, that the High Priest started the plague to gain power and create his own unbending army of undead.
-Cyraepta's farms are run by unintelligent undead, mostly skeletons, which also comprise the cannon fodder of his army.
-There are small covens of intelligent undead throughout Cyraepta, though not many.
-Sometimes, if you look really hard, it seems as though Sarin's shadow is a little darker than it should be in that light, a little too solid.

 

Character Name: Sarin Vol
Title/House/Guild: High Priest of Nyphara, Goddess of Life and Death and the Great Adventure In Between
Description: Sarin looks every bit the high priest he is. Magnificent robes of white, with black stripes around white trim and seams, flow around him. His hair is white, though he looks quite young,
Areas of Influence: Religion, Land Army, Food Production
Character History: Sarin came into power during the early stages of the plague. The old district leader was on his deathbed, and Sarin, being the well-respected High Priest in what was already quite nearly a theocracy, took responsibility of making sure everything that needed to be done was done. The first thing he did was quarantine Cyraepta, making sure that nobody could come in or out of the district so that the plague couldn't spread to the rest of the kingdom. The second big change was the announcement about the undead, about raising the dying to work so that the district had a chance at recovery once the plague died out.

Since the announcement, many have taken the offer to keep their families fed and well after they die, and to assist in the defense of the country should it become necessary. A small population of intelligent undead has risen, fed by the generosity of the temple and the offer to allow them to become such willingly.

Writing Sample: Sarin walked out onto the parapet, overlooking the crowd below. He looked on for a moment, then raised his arms to quiet them. The Hierophant cast a quick spell on him, and Sarin nodded thanks and began speaking. "Citizens of Cyraepta. A plague has devastated our district. We have been able to contain it, to keep it from spreading, but unfortunately we expect to pay a heavy toll in lives, as has already begun. It will be difficult to recover." Sarin paused for a moment then continued. "To that end, we have enacted a new procedure, on an entirely voluntary basis. If you agree, you may be raised as unintelligent undead after your death." Most of the citizens probably wouldn't react badly to this, and the ones that did wouldn't be to an extreme, as most of them had been raised under the goddess, who saw this as part of the natural cycle. "While this does use a sliver of your soul, it does not keep you from your final judgement and chosen afterlife. As well, your family will receive one silver piece per month during the time that you are active. Your body will retain simple faculties and will be capable of refusing orders that you feel are wrong or immoral." The payment would assist with families losing breadwinners, and though it was less than what they would get were they alive, it was still more than they would otherwise get dead, and was thought to be a fair payment based on how well they follow orders and the micromanaging necessary to keep them working correctly. "If you so choose, you may register with your local temple to be raised as intelligent undead instead. The priests there will discuss that option with you, and if it is chosen we will honor that request to the best of our ability." With that, the speech was over. Sarin felt that, while some would register to be intelligent undead, most would probably prefer to move on after death, with the exception of the sliver of themselves needed to control the unintelligent undead that would help this district rebuild. Sarin stepped back from the balcony. He looked at the Hierophant and put his hand on his shoulder as thanks, then walked back indoors.

District Description: Non-Evil Necromancy, general acceptance of the taboo, undead welcome

Towards the south of Tylanis lies a large expanse of land, the district of Cyraepta, most of which is agricultural. The farmhands are not your normal workers, however. Most of the labor is done by mindless skeletons, with a smattering of zombies here and there, and the actual farmers in charge being low-level necromancers. The capitol of the district, ______, is home to a number of intelligent undead, as well as many others with habits and jobs many would consider taboo or uncomforting. ______ is also the home of the church of Nyphara, one of the largest-worshipped deities in the kingdom. It is under her worship that the dead are raised, as long as one is respectful of the wishes of the deceased and of the undead themselves.

Necromancy in Cyraepta follows a contract system, in which the still-living mortal registers with the district government to donate their body, once deceased, to the use of the government to work the fields or serve in the military or anything else they may require. They may also request to be raised as intelligent undead, and the church promises to try their best to honor that request.

 

Secreted

 

4 million gp total, between this and military

Housing:

Defenses:

Other:
Farms
Onyx Mines
Temples, Religious Buildings

 

5.) Your total military power and their breakdown. Infantry make 1gp/month and for each rank higher it is an additional 5sp. This goes the same for Seamen. Militia are 1/2 cost but take an additional day to muster. This is not optional, you will have at least a modest force. This can be secret excluding all official military personnel.
Level 4 Adepts for farming: 600, cost: 900gp/month

 

Farming
Onyx Mines
Tithes/Religious Services

 

60% Human
20% Half-Orc (they breed fast, so their population bounces back fastest)
10% Dwarf
4% Halfling
2% Gnome
2% Intelligent Undead (Mostly vampires, couple packs of ghouls (accidents happen))
1% Elf/Half-Elf
1% Other

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WIP

Information for the Isla Rew

 

1 & 2 Public Knowledge and Application Life on the Island of Rew is hard The hard weather and wild terrain of the Island of Rew breeds hard men and women. For as long as history remembers tribal factions of the island have warred among one another until about a hundred and fifty years ago when the warlord Scarling Markov united the tribes. For nearly twenty years the island knew peace as Scarling ruled, that is until the Southerners came. A short campaign and the Southerners from Tylanis quickly lost all taste for battle over the scrap of land know as Glaciem Festuca or splinter of ice. It would be five years before King Uthric of Tylanis would return this time leaving leaving Scarling and his khals broken and tribes once again leaderless. Tribes once again splintering into factions warring for control over Scarlings Chair. - - - - - Factions of the Island of Rew   Clans of warriors attuned to with the great bears that call the Island of Rew home. Known as peerless woodsmen the Ursi trade in furs and usable goods, heavily valuing what they can carry. Now famed for their alliance with the Vel Maxuri Ursi, monstrous intellectual bears, who have united tribes. Some few are touched with shamanistic roots, those that are find themselves responsible for maintaining a balance and peace with the Vel Maxuri Ursi - - - - - Famed Heroes Thomas "Red Fur" - Clan leader, brokered the alliance with the Vel Maxuri Ursi. Known as a fearless and charismatic warrior. Thon "The Bear King" - albino anthropomorphic Vel Maxuri Ursi, other half of the alliance with "Red Fur." Shegal - shamanistic leader of the Ursi, responsible for the anthropomorphic ritual which helps bond Vel Maxuri Ursi to the Ursi Clan. - - - - -   A wild and matriarchal society, the Spinarcum are known for there unnaturally swift and agile hunters who move unseen and unheard as they stalk their prey. The Spinarcum live in small but numerous groups, tuaths, each lead by a "mother" who answers to the clans "grandmother." While both men and women of the tribe contribute to day to day life as well as hunting it is the women of this tribe that are famed for there bloodtrackers, spear throwers and archers of unparalleled skill. Powerful warriors rise in society, cutting down rivals in bloody clashes, young warriors watch their elders for signs of weakness, seeking opportunities to advance within the tuath. Spinarcum unable to hunt or fight do not live long. - - - - - Famed Heroes Grandmother Wexin - Clan leader, aged bloodtracker, directs the Spinarcum and is a strong Allie to... Mother Laithlin - savage and fearsome bloodtrack, along with her sister, daughters, she leads a group known as the bloody-nine. Supporter of Grandmother Wexin and most likely to take control of the Spinarcum after Wexin's has her last hunt. - - - - -   The most barbarous and vicious tribes of the Island of Rew are known as the Cornigi. Raiders, rapers, and pillagers. Having no love for father peace, the Cornigi have been known to push the bonds of peace packs to there limits. As a peoples mother war breathed deep upon them when the world was young and has blessed them with unknowable constitution. - - - - - Famed Heroes Logan gil-Gorm - Breaker of swords, maker of orphans. Logan is the leader of the largest collection of Cornigi a giant of a man who wears a chain thrice wrapped about his neck made from the twisted and bent hilts of swords from his fallen enemies. Bremer "Shivers" - brutal and cunning man, as cunning as a murderous baster gets. Left half of his face is savagely burned and in place of his left eye a plane metal ball resides. Shivers as Logan's second is in charge of several of the clans raiding vessels and boarding groups. - - - - -   The Lost, also known as the Prediti, are less a tribe and more a brotherhood. A gathering of what was once only ancient elves and other races of great longevity the Prediti now count humans amoung their numbers. Feared and respected across the Island of Rew the Prediti scholars, sorcerers, wizards, and all manner of magi record and unearth arcane knowledge, forbidden lore, and ancient history of the Island of Rew. - - - - - Famed Heroes - - - - -   The most remote and peaceful of the tribes of the north. The Septentrionis live on lands that no other peoples can manage. Living on the highest mountain tops and the icy waters of the futherest north. The Septentrionis not only scrach out a living but thrive. Strange and powerful sorcerous bloodlines follow through the vains of their people. Those who are not touched with such blessings are often skilled shamans or tradesmen. - - - - - Famed Heroes Calyssya "Fire Hand" - a powerful sorceress who has united and organized the Septentrionis peoples, having recently allied them with the Prediti, The Lost. exchanging knowledge of their barren lands for food supplies and safe refuge in their secret places. - - - - - - - - - - The Wilds (Place Holder Text) - - - - - Warden Lissandra Payne Character Name: Lissandra Payne Area's of Influence: adamantine mining and production, incarceration, coven leader, warleader. Description: Lissandra Payne is tall slender and imposing standing at 5'11'' and 139 lbs her skin the color of alabaster. She dresses in finely crafted robes and gowns of blacks and purples, each tying thematically to a Rew culture; the juxtaposition of her regal composure often striking a disturbing cord with the animal hides, feathers, and skulls that are incorporated into her attire. Her appearance commands a kind of aura, a woman alluring yet not to be trifled with, one can imagine how she was able to force the clans of Isla Rew to flex to her will. Title (Warden of Isla Rew): Lissandra Payne is the Warden of Isla Rew, Mother of Winter, and Primarch of Gyrlgyst. She has united the tribes of Isla Rew seated on Scarling's chair and taken up Castle Thorn as her home. Over the past ten years through ingenuity and force of will Lissandra has reshaped Isla Rew bringing and industrious mind to the forefront of leadership on the island. Character History:   Fenris, Warwick, and Hunt Lissandra has reared and raise a pack of three loyal and domesticated Winter Wolves. These beasts serve excellent scouts as well as serving along side Lissandra and her Coven as she rose to power.

 

Character Sheet 3.) A secret link to your character sheet. Any magical items that you purchase will need a link to the PRD for me to check them out. You will also need to keep a good tally on your funds.

 

Possessions / Investments 4.) A list of possession, including the amount you invested in the redecorating/building of your district headquarters and your personal residence if they are not one in the same.

 

Military 5.) Your total military power and their breakdown. Infantry make 1gp/month and for each rank higher it is an additional 50sp. This goes the same for Seamen. Militia are 1/2 cost but take an additional day to muster. This is not optional, you will have at least a modest force. This can be secret excluding all official military personnel.

 

Economy & Revenue 6.) Your revenue sources. I will fill in the income each provides you, but if you want you can use a percentage to show importance. This can be secret.

 

District Make Up and Demographic Thorn - Thorn In Summer - The location of Scarling's chair and the seat of power on the Island of Rew. Thorn is a massive castle like structure build into the icy mountain side of Mt. Glactus. Known for its fierce snowstorms and freezing winds Thorn is impregnable bastion built long before the records of history. Water heated from volcanic veins run up and through Thorn's castle walls making the place just livable during the cold season. No army has yet to outlast the castle in a siege as they succumb to the icy winter and harsh terrain surrounding Thorn. Building Type Cost in GP Industry Details Castle 250,000 Military Castle Thorn is the seat of power on the Island of Rew Caster's Tower 75,000 Magic Castle Thorn houses one of the oldest arcane towers on the Island of Rew. Library 15,000 The Lost have housed records and secreted lore at Castle Thorn for hundreds of years long before Scarling united the tribes for the first time. Everflowing Spring 12,500 Water Supply Heated water pumps through the castle walls and doubles as a source of continuous water not that snow is scarce. Cistern 15,000 Water Supply A series of pumps and storage tanks aid in keeping the heated water moving and allows more sophisticated use of the water. The Pit (Place Holder for Text) Building Type Cost in GP Industry Details Fort 85,000 Military   Jail 35,000 Internment Mine 30,000 Mining additional 2 miles of expanded tunnels for 15,000 on the adamantine mine The Fingers of Ice The Fingers of Ice are ruin mage towers which The Lost maintain across the Island of Rew. Each tower is said to house libraries and secreted lore collected over many hundreds of years by The Lost. Building Type Cost in GP Industry Details Caster's Tower x4 300,000 Magic Each tower acts as hub for members of The Lost all across the Island of Rew. Heaventown (place holder text) Building Type Cost in GP Industry Details Barracks 15,000 Military   Brewery 15,000 Trade   City Walls 15,000 Military Heaventown sports three walls which encompass the small port city shielding the populations from the wilds. Herbalist 25,000 Medicine   Mill 15,000 Trade Lumber mill often requisitioned by the Warden of the Island of Rew to produce ships or other valued buildings and fortifications. Smithy 15,000 Trade Dwarven brothers, work metals into strong tools of just about any desire. Often supplying weapons or repairs to trappers and any passerby Foundry 40,000 Metalworking Only foundry on the Island of Rew, used to refine metals and ores as well as make adamantine from The Pit more readily workable. Trade Shop x2 50,000 Trade Butcher and Carpenter / Shipwright Tannery 15,000 Trade Highly profitable Skinner, many fur traders and trappers call Heaventown home. Tavern 30,000     Waterfront 90,000 Sea Trade Heaventown sports the only serviceable waterfront on the Island of Rew Fort Bridge-Ironback Bridge-Ironback is home to a clan of dwarven miners, craftsmen who have become rich on the refined and processed adamintine mine of their forefathers. Building Type Cost in GP Industry Details Fort 85,000 Military   Mine 30,000 Mining Adamantine Mine. Expanded 2 additional mile of tunnels on the mine Smithy 15,000 Trade Works the adamantine into usable weapons, tools, and industrial bars