My one thing is, it sounds like the Regalian Military is still active, and NOT in the control of the queen. Therefore, it sounds like this little rebellion of this queens could easily be crushed by the Naval Prowess of the Regalian forces, as well as the Regalian Army.
That might be the twist all along. A corrupt bureaucracy gives up on the commoners and Regalia becomes a warzone <3
Lemme give my OOCly opinion on this. I think Regalia was cool with the Violet Order, Unionism, and all of that. I think that not-occupied Regalia was the best, and I do hope that it returns to that.
Dude, just enjoy new stuff. Even if some opportunities are closed off, new ones are open. Personally, I think it's pretty cool.
All the players who had Guard characters converted to Darkling Guards. As far as I can tell at least. I saw Deadfoe and a few others from the Augustines playing Deathling Guards.
idk, maybe a new system will be set in place where you can be a Deathling guard. I think something like that happened with the Songaskia occupation.
The New guards don't even have Chapters, and you can't play one unless your a Deathling. So in that sense I'd guess this is temporary, or at least I'm hoping it is.
Something stirred in the canal behind GrayGate, buried deep in the river mud. It only twitched at first, the bones in its once-rotting body popping back into place. A hand slithered from the muck, entangled in tendrils of black hair, and strained weakly against the current. Then, from the darkness below, a face emerged, pale and gaunt, with shocking blue eyes reminiscent of those from her life. When she surfaced downstream, gasping for air, something in the back of her mind pulled the strings, bothering her with hints of impressions from her past. While she wandered in a disoriented state, amid a hundred voices and a hundred blurred shadows, one thing remained glaringly clear: Alison had unfinished business to attend to.
Noelle hesitated and looked around, everyone was running and no one knew where. A familiar voice yelled for her to go to the tavern or home, she found herself in the tavern surrounded by the panic of so many. Her eyes flicked over the room and the color drained from her face. 'Where is my brother?" she said, but the noise of others drowned her out and she felt, for the first time, powerless in the Golden Willow.
I'm going to be great at genocide I promise you all that. I'm personally going to make Regalia great again and we're going to build a wall, huge huge wall and I'm going to make Farah'deen pay for it.
@StevenWeen @Punktius @Parz1vol @ProTenn @TheSilverSpectre @2001Pokemon2003 @Grinning_Greaser @Lord_Immortal
Upon the stony ground of the sewers, a corner of loosened rubble, cracked floor that was apparently broke into pieces, and lazily placed back in there. The ruble churned, and it turned over itself spilling onto the adjacent floor to the ill prepped memorial. Out came a northerne ailor, a large beard with brown tunics and dark gloves, his now dark skin and blue eyes glanced around, as he drew his first breath in years. Memoried poured through, how he died, who killed him, and thoughts of the dark queen came pouring in as well. Overwhelmed with sheer thought, after about fifteen seconds, he finally came to senses and evaluated what he was here for. A smirk came across his face and let out a deep chuckle. A poor woman seeing this scene, yelled out. The woman scarred and her cloths torn, she obviously experienced the horror above. She yelled out "Deathling!", the northerne ailor, his name coming to him, Futhark, came to him. Before he could stand up, the woman ran and began shouting throughout the place. Futhark dusted off the rubble, and a smirk bore across his face. It was nigh time he came back to the world he died in.
You will die in a hole, and you will like it. You will eat that eye and I will reach down and get it.. (It has been too long! Almost a year you have tormented me!)
No salt here... Wait... It can be #ReturnofFuthark... If the char that killed him is still alive, muhahahahaha
