(I suppose with the end of the Akaviri War arch and it looking like the Calendar Reckoning will pass that for the rest of July anyone can lightly RP in the gap in time that will occur between now and Last Seed 204.
As far as Trollz is concerned this last post was the end of the Fourth Trollz Saga and I will take a break for now in terms of writing the Trollz Sagas and resume the Fifth Trollz Saga in August to coincide with the timeskip unless it is suddenly defeated in the poll.)
(With the passage of the vote to reckon the calendar passed unanimously and the The Emperor of Tamriel granting me some greater administration capabilities (thanks!) I have edited the frontpage to read as year 204 4E. On August 1st 2020 an in-RP timeskip will occur jumping the RP timeline ahead a few months to Last Seed 204 in order to tie the RP calendar to the real world calendar. Until August you may feel free to RP in the gap of the first half of the year 204 4E. The next time the RP year will need changed is on New Year's now of the real year.
Since I have been graciously given greater admin authority and have some time also until i kick up the next Trollz Saga I am open to any suggestions you guys might have in terms of sprucing the Region up in both the OOC aspect as well as the RP/creative writing aspect.)
I just chose my responses at random lol! I roleplay on my alt (Ashspawnia) but on here I just choose responses to my issues by clicking response 1 to the first issue, response 2 to the second etc etc. I resolved to do that from the day that I started this nation and it's the reason why my nation classification tends to jump around a lot (I'm currently a Psychotic Dictatorship despite not being an Autocracy!). When I started this nation, I didn't have time to roleplay so thought this was a fun but low effort way to play the game!
(I work the Issues very heavily into RP with my other older account, Japhetia. Trollz started off as a more lighthearted alt account for me, so on the Issues I would answer the most lurid options, or sometimes I just frankly answer them at random.
With Trollz the story is completely separated from the NationStates game. While I don't tie the Issues into the RP, I do like to use Trollz and company as observers of events from other nations which I try to work into the RP. Really this last Fourth Trollz Saga was somewhat unique in that Trollz and his companions were more proactive drivers of the RP events with the other nations, rather than passive observers or minor participants.)
Yeah I use issues to RP but it's a struggle sometimes to remember to keep in line with my national ethos rather than my own political ideals. I try to stick to the ideals of Namira; so make my nation venerate decay, disease and appear disgusting to outsiders. Weirdly, we're quite paternalistic as long as we don't violate the aforementioned values! (So we have generous welfare spending, while having no healthcare xP)
(Just a friendly reminder that the RP timeskip will occur at midnight tonight August 1st 2020. The RP calendar will jump ahead a few months and now be tied to it's real life equivalent, making tomorrow the 1st of Last Seed 204.
I will also start the Fifth Trollz Saga sometime tomorrow or tonight.)
(Lol you are correct we have always been in the 4E, but the year is 204 (which it would have been anyways with or without the calendar reckoning since Evening Star was the last month of 203). We merely have jumped forward a few months so that now the RP/TES Lore calendar is tied to the real life calendar making the month Last Seed, the equivalent to real August. This is so that it is organizationally easier on us, and we'll always be able to know the month since it's equivalent to the real world. The date proper is 2nd Last Seed, 4E 204.)
The Empire of Tamriel: The Fifth Trollz Saga 2nd Last Seed, 4E 204
Gentle waves lap upon the northern shores of Morrowind. Out in the middle of nowhere near an Ashlander reservation a few of the lethargic tribesmen point out a ship approaching in the distance. The sudden show of something out of the ordinary excites the dark elf men and they cry out and gather their weapons and approach the shores. From a large tent emerge the chieftain and his wife, both clad in tribal warrior garment. They call on their royal guard standing around and arm themselves and rush towards the shore as from the distance two small boats loaded with a motley of people row in to them. A few archers pull back their arrows and take aim at the interlopers waiting for the command.
"Wait, hold your fire." The wife of the chieftain yells out as a big beast leaps out of a boat with a great splash and hurriedly swims ashore running towards them. She rushes forward to meet the troll which barrel towards her.
"Felicity. Soregh. It is so good to see you again." An orc clad in imperial armor with a cape bearing the insignia of the The Empire of Tamriel salutes the Ashland chieftain and his wife as the troll happily runs between the couple slobbering all over them and being petted.
"Mazog and Cassandra it is great to see you two again." Felicity walks over and gives Cassandra a hug. The troll excitedly runs over and pulling Soregh and Sir Mazog in his massive frost troll arms also gives them all a group hug. "Ergh...yes yes and you too of course Trollz."
"Frendz!" Trollz shrieks out happily seeing his two old Dunmer friends again before running madly off into the camp where the bemused and bored villagers play with the beast and feed him.
"And who are these?" Soregh the Ashland chieftain asks the orc Sir Mazog and the Breton woman Cassandra, pointing at the second boat finally catching up and disembarking with another motley crew; a pale Nordic man, an Imperial woman, a scruffy looking Khajit, and a high elf woman.
"This is Zep Po." Sir Mazog points to the Khajit whom does a massive skilled acrobatic leap out of the boat to avoid touching the water landing on the sand near Sir Mazog. The orc points to the Imperial woman next, "and this is Bella."
"I am Tizona, representative of the Aldmeri Dominion." The tall High Elf woman steps forward before Sir Mazog can introduce her. She look down at the Dunmer a hint of distaste in her eyes. "How can it be fellow elves live so poorly outside the Dominion?"
"Deceived by our own kind, the Redoran, we were consigned to these reservations. An evil repayment for our fallen and wounded including my own husband and father for our service defending Morrowind from the Great N'Wah during the war." Felicity spits back her face contorting with anger as her pride is checked before the face of another proud elf. "Where is father? I feel sorrow of heart for I know if he were alive he'd have been among the first to greet us, but he did know he may die as a warrior."
"Asher is dead....he was killed by...." Suddenly everyone grows very quiet and Sir Mazog tensely begins to try to tell Felicity of her father's death a year a go.
"I, Madai Thundermoon killed him. I do not deserve to live. It is just for you to take my life." The strong pale Nordic man throws his axe down before Felicity and Soregh and falls to his hands and knees and exposed his neck.
"You N'Wah? You killed my father? What is the meaning of this Mazog, you came all this way for this?" Felicity is shocked and clutches her spear ad points it at Madai. The Imperial woman named Bella seems to react a little reaching towards her bow and arrows.
"Yes, at the wedding of my daughter Medea and that wood elf Maerwyn. He fought me bravely and near fairly while I was in my human form, but when I turned into a werewolf he was no match...." Madai looks up suddenly his eyes glowing eyes. "I'm a werewolf no longer, but that's no excuse, no, that's more the reason for me to die. It is just for you to kill me and it should be you. I killed your father quickly, I snapped his back in two. Now kill me quickly and run me through!" Madai lifts himself up and with seemingly inhuman strength tears his leather cuirass open exposing his chest and squaring it up to the quivering point of Felicity's spear begging to die.
"Why are you so eager to die? It seems this woman here is going to react if we kill you." Soregh steps forward his short sword drawn eying the beautiful brunette Bella.
"I.....I have been turned into a vampire. I lost the gift of Hircine. I am the murderer of your father, I almost murdered my daughter and that worthless Maerwyn. Just kill me all ready." Madai takes a long glance into Bella's eyes and then looks back at Felicity.
"There may be another way." Sir Mazog pipes in. "It has come to the attention of the Elder Council that several forces are searching for an Elder Scroll that was found a few years a go by the Dovakhin of Skyrim before he disappeared. We have to find this Elder Scroll. The Akaviri spoke of it being able to make a gateway from their continent to Tamriel. And if that is possible, what of all the Daedric princes whom seem to have been restless in this time as well?
"I and the Mages Guild have foreseen that it is pertinent that we find the Elder Scroll and return it to the Imperial City where it can be secured. This will not be a light adventure though, and survival is not guaranteed. Following the prophecy only a group of adventurers from each of the races of Tamriel can find the Elder Scroll, and yet no race of man nor mer may hold the ancient roll....." Cassandra states cryptically.
"So this is where Trollz come in, eh?" Zep Po the Khajit looks up at some Ashland children chasing the frost troll around the small reservation.
"Precisely. This is also the real reason we have come as well. I promised Trollz I'd take him to Medea and Maerwyn in Solstheim, and we need a Dunmer warrior also. As a matter of justice if you wish to execute Madai you may do so, though I would pardon him for he and this Bella saved me at the Battle of Cheydinhal. He can serve the Empire for good to pay for his crimes. Besides he still might die in the adventure." Sir Mazog turns everyone's attention back to Madai still standing in front of Felicity's spear.
"I will not murder Medea's father like Madai murdered mine. I will go with you and get her opinion. If I put you to death it shall be a just death." Felicity raises the spear.
"Honey, no. I will go with them. You still must take care of the Asher that is alive." Soregh suddenly interjects.
"He is over a year and weaned. My husband you must lead our tribe." Felicity protests.
"We shall decide by the lots of Azura then." Soregh resolves.
The Ashland wise woman comes out with some bones and casts the oracle to verify with the Ashland custom that a warrior is to depart. Confirming this she then casts the lots between Soregh and Felicity to choose which shall represent the Dunmer in this fellowship to gain an Elder Scroll. The wise woman's lots fall on Felicity.
The group stays in the Ashlander Reservation for a few days gathering some supplies and holding a feast to see Felicity off. Sir Mazog seeing as Great Redoran's house has collapsed grants the Ashlanders some wider lands, enlarging their reservation to be the old border of the Urshilaiku Clan's campgrounds before they were moved on to reservations. Though this is helpful, with many of the other Ashland tribes having been relocated here also it is still quite crammed. Sir Mazog and Felicity promise to try to restore some of the Ashlanders ancestral lands and advocate for them in their adventures.
Ready to depart Felicity and the crew leave with great fanfare from the locals . The dark elf woman kisses her baby named after her late father and hands him to Soregh.
"Be sure to raise him to be a strong Dunmer man and warrior like his grandfather whose name he bears and you his father who shall guide him and our people should I not return my love." Felicity stands for a moment, her and Soregh holding their child between them.
"My love you came back to me before, you will come back to me again, promise me." Soregh kisses his wife.
"I cannot promise it this time, but I will try." Felicity smiles and looks around the camp one last time before she joins the Fellowship of Trollz.