Greetings! This is just a rpg i felt like making. I don't have a specific format for kingdoms but it has to include:
-Name of Kingdom -Species in Kingdom -Weapon Specialties (1) -Other Specialty (Blacksmith, tailor etc.) -Language
Only the first four kingdoms posted will be accepted later posters will join another kingdom and will have an assigned rank from the lands leader.
Here is my kingdom:
Name of Kingdom: Xannivillia (Zann-iv-ill-ee-uh)
Race(s): Xannics - Birdlike people (non-flying) with black feathers with red skin (males) or purple feathers with blue skin (females). They stand on two legs with 3 foot long withs with 4 fingers on the end. They have sharp talons and sharp beaks. All they wear are tunics (civilian-normal class) chain mail armor (warriors) or long hooded robes. (royalty)
Specialties: They are extremely skilled with crossbows and bows and arrows. They have swords, etc. but are not very good with them. They are also expert tailors.
Language: The Xannics speak Xannainian which seems like a lot of screeching and squawking. It is very difficult for one to learn. They do have a written language.
Hello, fellow travelers. I am Lorben Bloodvein, I am the mighty Lich leader of Dethhols. I will come in peace if you will. I am a force to be reckoned with if you do not agree with my peace. Ill will rise your fallen heroes to fight against you. I will rise you to be my soldier. I wish to trade with all willing enough.
"No, 18 men should be fine. We shall be venturing for herbs, monsters to kill, to use there furs for armor that you can make. And ill will use corpses to aid us." Bloodvein stands up and motions Trotsky to follow. they enter the forest and set up a base camp about a mile in. Bloodvein calls meeting in the main tent. he hand inscriptions to everyone for extra armor, the ghouls enhance all the Trotskys men's weapon in rune weapon, nw they are flaming.
"What ever happens to cross our path. I just came into this land not so long ago, so im not sure what in this forest. But once we clear it of beasts we can expand our nation."
Bloodvein walks to his bed and go to sleep.
"You should rest to Trotsky. Sleep well."
Bloodvein's ghouls burrow into the ground and disappear from sight.
