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Old 06-12-2018, 02:45 PM
Ziether Ziether is offline
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The Citadel of Foldan
LN metropolis
Corruption: +6; Crime: +2; Economy: +6; Law: +10; Lore: +7; Society: +0
Qualities: Academic, Broad-Minded, Cultured, Militarized, Prosperous, Strategic Location
Danger: 10
Demographics
Government: Overlord
Population: 120,000 (65,000 humans, 20,000 hobgoblins, 12,500 halflings, 6,500 dwarves, 4,000 ratfolk, 3,500 half-elves, 3,250 gnomes, 2,000 half-orcs, 1,250 elves, 2,000 others)
Notable NPCs:
Emperor Kargak I (LN male hobgoblin fighter 12)
General Valery Denaldi (LN male human cavalier 10)
Archmage Hastria Durial (N female human arcanist 10)
Warden Tabor Steelchisel (NG male dwarf slayer 10)
Spymaster Zagrut (LE male hobgoblin unchained rogue 10)
High Priestess Lenora Helchu (LG female halfling cleric of Sarenrae 11)
Captain Mekla (LE female hobgoblin Investigator 9)
Grandmatron Ikk (N female ratfolk unchained rogue 9)
Marketplace
Base Value: 22,400gp; Purchase Limit: 150,000gp; Spellcasting: 9th
Minor Items: All; Medium Items:4d4; Major Items: 3d4
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Old 06-15-2018, 07:16 PM
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Desperate times call for desperate measures. At least that was the prevailing wisdom when Emperor Garrious IV called upon his neighbors, the hobgoblin hold of Durzam Buur, to bolster his kingdom's defenses against a sustained onslaught from the Darklands, the Empire’s most formidable warriors crumpling before the denizens of Hell contracted by the duergar king, Uringas. The age-old alliances the Foldan Empire had forged had all fulfilled the terms of their agreements, sending units to stand alongside Garrious’ best. They were not enough. Faced with annihilation, the Emperor signed a pact with the High Marshal of Durzam Buur, granting his people citizenship in the Empire and placing him in command of the army's vanguard in exchange for the services of the hold’s legions.

As the history books attest, the gambit was a resounding success. The war which had nearly bankrupted the Foldan Empire and thrown the citadel into famine went from defense to offense in a month. The hobgoblin legionnaires reached the duergar stronghold three months after that. By the anniversary of their entry into the war, the soldiers of Durzam Buur returned to the surface victorious, the duergar nation utterly annihilated from the region’s Darklands. Garrious declared the hobgoblins as heroes, and most returned to their hold.

And everyone thought it to be that simple. For a time, it was. But a large, diverse nation is slow to notice small changes. Hobgoblins trickled into the military academy in ever-increasing numbers. Their leaders were patient. It took four generations before it really accelerated, but by that point fully half the high-ranking officers in the Foldan army had been born in the Hold’s warrens.

It was a recipe for disaster. Yet, the hobgoblins waited. The current emperor was positively venerable, and when Garrious VI finally succumbed to the rigors of age, it was time to strike. A nearly bloodless coup, a century in the making, the field marshals of the Second and Fourth armies declared Garrious’ heirs all unfit to rule, citing blood irregularities and insanity. A Chancellor would take on the burden of decision-making, one supported by the top military officials. And thus did the hobgoblins of Durzam Buur put their puppet in the seat of power of the Foldan Empire, the most powerful nation on the world’s surface.

Over the next two hundred years, a series of Chancellors maintained rule, the military constantly affirming the need for further examination of all claimants to the throne. They governed well, and eventually all but the most adamant royalists acquiesced to the status quo. It wasn't until war threatened Foldan’s borders once more that change came about. The Chancellor and the Council of Marshals were too slow to react to the twin fronts of the frost giants from the north and the elven kingdom of Li’ishan to the east. With the support of the Council, General Kargak of the First Army declared himself Emperor, placing hobgoblin blood on the throne.

In time, the Foldani forces expelled the frost giants, and ceded a small section of the eastern border to the elves, leaving peace to reign across the land. Kargak remained in his position, cementing permanent rule by his unforgiving, militaristic folk. This isn't to say that Emperor Kargak was a poor ruler. He was sublime. Foldan flourished under his guidance, but edicts slowly trickled down from the throne. Slavery was reinstated, but in a very limited, expensive manner. Mandatory conscription replaced the volunteer army. Taxes tightened. But still Foldani influence spread. Food was plentiful. War was far from the minds of the common folk. All was well.

Patiently waiting in exile, the last scion of the old Foldani Imperial family has decided to act. Though the signs had been subtle, she knows exactly how her forebears were played by the hobgoblins. There is no chance to defeat the armies of the Empire, but not all things are accomplished through force of arms on the battlefield. If the right minds are swayed to her cause, perhaps the military can be shunted aside, restoring the rightful heir to her throne.

Princess Ciliani has sent out her most trusted associates to find a handful of worthy agents to enact her plan. Her family has lived simple lives for centuries, but she still has access to the contents of the family vault, absconded with in the wake of the coup. Money cannot buy loyalty, but it can give the loyal the advantages they need to survive as they seek to drive a wedge in the Foldani government and rid the Empire of the foul creatures who have insinuated themselves into every facet of life.
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Old 06-16-2018, 10:44 PM
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She was serious about this. After hundreds of years in exile, the house of Barvail called out to its faithful. The message had arrived in broad daylight, but no messenger was evident. Either the parchment had been apported, or a concealed deliverer had dropped it off. Either way, signs pointed to powerful displays of the arcane. While magic was far from outlawed, it was highly regulated. All practitioners were required to register themselves and log each and every incantation they performed. Someone had flaunted the law. No steel would tear the folded envelope. Wards brought forth the screech of metal on metal instead. The seal, a stylized griffon with a snake in its beak, resisted efforts to break it for a handful of seconds before suddenly coming clean off, a wash of power flooding outward just beforehand. The single page stood bare. Slowly, motes of ink grew out of the surface until a single sentence appeared. “If you still stand true, stand at your doorstep an hour before midnight tonight.” No name. No explanation. But none was needed. It was her. Princess Ciliani would never attach her name to anything, but the seal gave it away. Not the House seal. Not the official Imperial seal. The seal of the Order. And that meant things were finally coming to a head.

At the appointed time it happened. The quiet of the night air was replaced with the bustle of early evening, the darkness with fading sunlight. The alleyway was nearly deserted, with a few weary laborers making their way home. An irresistible tug deep in the chest pulled their feet forward, guiding them down the lane until they stood before a modest home, a small sigil of the Order hanging above the door. The magic ceased its urging, but their feet didn't stop, a series of waves of pressure pulsing over them as they walked. Weapons disappeared from their resting places. Hair ruffled with the passage of powerful spells. Prickles danced over minds, testing for any hint of hidden loyalties. And then it was all gone. The front door was already passed. A large chest sat to one side, locked firmly. A second door opened of its own accord, leading into a modest sitting room, humbly furnished. A young woman sat alone in the far corner, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Her eyes shone with pride, and she made no move to rise. “It is time,” the woman said simply, her hands gesturing to comfortable chairs ringing a sturdy table. Once everyone was seated, Princess Ciriani rose and took her own place at the table, a small, furred person following in her wake and climbing up to stand on an empty chair. “Rikkal, my friend, please bring our guests up to speed,” she requested politely with a nod of appreciation. Her eyes roamed the newcomers’ own as she sat back to let the ratfolk do what he did best.
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