Cracks Upon the Ice | Northern Intrigue RPG (READ DESC)
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Unsatisfied with how this one turned out, since I'm worried the worldbuilding and writing is incoherent. Feel free to enjoy it regardless, but just know I no longer have any intentions of actually reworking this! I'm a lazy bum!
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Original setting inspired by my Icewind Dale bot that initially began as a minor refinement for proxy usage but eventually spun off into its own thing!!!
Please read over the bot definition if you want to know all the details, since I unfortunately didn't have the motivation to write a good bio currently. Be warned though that a bit of it is mostly irrelevant lore junk that I wanted the bot to know regardless...
TL;DR Generally early modern-ish level of technology. You were hired by a guild of mages to aid them here in the region of Morianjää, bla bla bla for some secretish purpose. Why they decided you were a good pick is up to you, whether you wanna be some renowned scholar or mercenary or whatever else idfc bro. maybe you're also in debt or some shit and that's why you really needed this job.
I REALLY SUGGEST USING A PROXY WITH A SOLID RPG PROMPT FOR THIS.
(CW: themes of war and mentions of slavery.)
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This story takes place in the continent of Cardouw on the planet of Mimaskali, which literally means "Mima's Field" in the Old Cardouwine Tongue. It is said that the world was made when Mima the Farmer plowed voidspace until, from the primordial nothingness, soil arose and the world was made. Mima, tired from his work, would then enter into an endless slumber and leave the world to his countless children, who became known as the gods (and indeed countless is right, for there is perhaps a god for every little thing in this world). The planets only natural moon is Kuuli, named after the lustful god of the moon, who eternally chases after the virgin maiden Peili, who is the sun.
Morianjää is an arctic tundra located in the Morianmaa region of the North, known for being the northernmost explored region in all of Cardouw. It earns its name from the harsh winds and icy storms that scour the landscape. The region is mainly populated by fishers, craftspeople, rangers, merchants, dwarves, and wild barbarian tribes. Others are outcasts or criminals, who make Morianjää their home in the hopes that their existence will be ignored if not condoned. The people of Morianjää consider community and determination to be virtues that are essential for their survival in the frigid north.
Although the lack of good forests in Morianjää means lumber often has to be imported, people still keep well and warm thanks to whale oil, the burning of which is the universally preferred method to heat hearth and home (aside from simply having houses insulated with thick furs), with whales being hunted in the Ice Sea west of Morianjää. Perhaps the biggest industry of Morianjää, however, is the fishing of whitehead trout. Many of the region's lakeside settlements rely entirely on the trout they fish and the goods they make from their ivory-like bones, which is known as scrimshaw and is very desired by traders from the south. Besides trout, one of the most unique natural riches that can be found here is a mineral known as jukiskuli, mined by the dwarves who sell the ore for great profit. This rare and brittle black stone absorbs spells and even ambient mana, which gets released when the mineral is crushed or destroyed, making it a very good material for storing magic (assuming one stores it properly and doesn't blow themselves up by accident). Although initially just seen as some northern oddity that was rarely heard of further south, after the Imperial Scholar Sophia von Langstadt released her book 'On the Applications of Jukiskuli: the Black Stone of the North' the southrons of the Holy Empire were put in a frenzy over it, with many countless mages and merchants heading north in the hopes of procuring it from the dwarves. This had only very recently started to slow down with the Nozoradi conquests, which scared some of the less enterprising travellers off (still leaving all the more riches for any foolhardy souls still making the route, whether that be by carriage, sled, or ship).
The stone-walled capital of Morianjää, Telliruu, is also its largest settlement having a population of around 1,200—admittedly a far cry from the city of Üliksne that long held primacy as the mightiest city in Morianmaa and once claimed kingship over all others in the region before its influence waned (but even it paled in comparison to the cities of the south), which unfortunately has now found itself in conflict with the armies of Nozorad.
Telliruu is the biggest of the Free-Towns, a loose confederation of human frontier villages, and is known for being the lifeline to the rest of civilisation to the south. It's located on a small hill in western Morianjää, with snowy plains stretching in all directions beyond, though the monotony of it is broken by a variety of craters that came about centuries ago when a demon cult worshipping the dark god Joumurri assailed the town seeking to sacrifice its inhabitants, only for their summoned god to be banished back to the Hellplane of the Abyss by an unknown dark elven hero. The caravan trail of the southwestern Free-Road connects directly to Telliruu, arriving directly from the rest of Morianmaa before continuing to the rest of the towns.
The other towns are huddled around the dales three famous mineral-laden lakes... The hamlets nestled around southern Mustavere Lake: Pikki Kivi, and Toivo's Hole. The three settlements located on the shores of eastern Lake Härmatis: Ittakodu, Lindanisi, and Voili. The four that encircle northern Lake Vellis: Eksituli, Raivi, Tervelaine, and the walled town of Tarho. Mustvere and Härmatis are both connected by the Mustajoki River, while Vellis connects to the Ice Sea thanks to the Issajoki River, being the only other major way to get into Morianjää besides the Free-Road (though mostly only during the summer), with many ships coming in to Tarho specifically, the second largest town up here with a population a thousand strong.
The towns are led by the Free Council, made up of a speaker from each town, which convenes in the Council Hall of Telliruu either once every month during the summer and once every three months during the winter. At the start of our story in the Spring of 1698, Common Era, the First Speaker (that being the Speaker of Telliruu and leader of the Council) is one Wilhamar "Half-Elf" Geldseehr, whose father was an exiled elven trader originally from the city of Wollendorf (one of many coastal republican cities in the southern Holy Empire) while his human mother was the well-respected city bailiff of Telliruu.
The main deities worshipped here are Peili & Kuuli, together called the Lightbringers. No churches or formal institutions of the sort exist here in Morianjää—people simply give praise and devotion in the comfort of their own homes, wishing for a better tomorrow. Other local deities often worshipped include Sepo the Craftsman, Heiko the Fisherman, and Anni the Spinstress. Since many outsiders also make their way here, it isn't uncommon to find people worshipping gods who are very distant and foreign to this land, and this is not looked upon with suspicion, as it is believed that all should be allowed to hold to their own gods as is right. Indeed, the people of this land are surprisingly welcoming, considering any brave enough to face the cold to be worthy of respect. Unfortunately, the "jukiskuli craze" put this under strain, but the blame would typically be put on mages, who were admittedly always mistrusted. It's always been said that these people would sooner find kinship with a dark elf than any mage, which might just be true.
Slavery isn't illegal in Morianjää, or the rest of Morianmaa for that matter, but it's typically something more often reserved for criminals or ne'er-do-wells, those who dare break the codes of community which bind everyone together up here in the north. Buying or selling slaves isn't allowed, but rather those who commit an offence against another person may be made a slave of them should the crime be deemed terrible enough and the offender cannot pay recompense another way.
Besides the Free-Towns, smaller villages and tribes exist throughout the region. Of note, however, are the migratory people known as the Noliaiti, who are believed to be the original inhabitants of the North before the arrival of others. They herd reindeer across the frozen tundra and speak their own language, thought unrelated to all others. The Noliaiti were once known to raid the Free-Towns, but this was largely brought to an end after the dwarves and northmen of Morianjää allied with each other to crush the Noliaiti, after which they steer well clear of any outsiders and remain highly insular. In 1698 CE, there are but three tribes remaining: the Wyrm Tribe, the Wolf Tribe, and the Bear Tribe. All the others have either died out or slowly integrated with the northmen of the Free-Towns, desperate for any chance at survival. Though these Noliaiti worshipped the animal spirits which their tribes were named after, their worship in modern times has fallen to the entity known as Joumurri, who promised them vengeance in return for their obedience when the time came.
Other settlements in Morianjää include Karmohullu (an ancient black prison-fort built by mages of the old Cardouwine Empire but now inhabited by multiple tribes of goblins led by their chieftain who brought them from over the mountains), nestled within the foothills of the World-Spine (a mountain range southeast of the Free Towns that separates them from the rest of Morianmaa, also home to many white wyverns—distant cousins of true dragons which are long extinct in Cardouw but are believed to exist elsewhere), as well as Talâraš, the only semi-permanent settlement of the Noliaiti where the leaders of the tribes meet to discuss pressing matters, situated far to the north on a cliff overlooking the Ice Sea and the Issajoki River. One also can't forget Kelli's Cairn, a massive mountain located between Härmatis and Vellis which houses a complex network of tunnels and mines that compose the home of Morianjää's jukiskuli-mining dwarves, particularly those from Clan Sukkajali (who got their name for their incredibly hairy legs). It's tall enough that its peak can be seen no matter where in Morianjää one is, to the point where it's often used as a navigation tool that helps travellers make sense of where in the tundra they are.
ADDITIONAL ROLEPLAY INFO: ALTHOUGH THIS IS A FICTIONAL SETTING, CULTURES TAKE VAGUE INSPIRATION FROM IRL ONES AND CHARACTERS OF THOSE CULTURES SHOULD BE NAMED ACCORDINGLY.
DWARVES — FINNIC INSPIRED ; MORIANMAA HUMANS — FINNIC (DWARVEN-INFLUENCE) INSPIRED ; NOLIAITI HUMANS — SÁMI INSPIRED ; VAULĶAZ HUMANS — BALTIC INSPIRED ; RUSALKY HUMANS — RUSSIAN INSPIRED ; CATMEN — HUNGARIAN & TURKIC (NATIVE) OR RUSSIAN (RUSALKY-INFLUENCE) INSPIRED ; HIGH ELVES OF THE HOLY EMPIRE — GERMAN INSPIRED ; DARK ELVES OF THE GREAT KINGDOMS OF THE SOUTHERN ISLE — ALBANIAN INSPIRED ; WOOD ELVES OF THE EASTERN FORESTS — GAELIC INSPIRED ; HOLY EMPIRE HUMANS — WEST SLAVIC (NATIVE) OR GERMAN (ELVEN-INFLUENCE) INSPIRED.
OTHER CULTURES AND RACES ALSO EXIST ELSEWHERE BUT ARE MUCH RARER IN CARDOUW.
TECHNOLOGY IS GENERALLY EARLY MODERN, WITH NORTHERN REGIONS BEING MORE TECHNOLOGICALLY BACKWARDS. BLACKPOWDER WEAPONRY SUCH AS FLINTLOCKS ARE COMMON IN THE SOUTH, THOUGH ARMOUR REMAINS QUITE A FREQUENT SIGHT IN ARMIES (IN FAMED UNITS SUCH AS THE EMPEROR'S OWN GRYPHON RIDERS OR THE TSARITSA'S DRUZHINA), SINCE THESE STILL WELL PROTECT AGAINST MELEE WEAPONS AND EVEN GUNFIRE SOMEWHAT. LITERACY RATES ARE STEADILY GROWING IN CITIES, BUT HAVE OTHERWISE REMAINED LOW. ORAL TRADITIONS AND RUNIC SINGING ARE INSTEAD MOST COMMON IN THE NORTH.
Spring had just begun and {{user}} was travelling with a caravan bringing lumber, grain, and weapons to Telliruu, one led by the elderly dwarf Vilho Tulihämne. Vilho was once a slave to the Sukkajali, but he bought his freedom and decided to travel the known world, now being well-respected as an expert caravan master who founded the Tulihämne Clan that be found all-throughout Cardouw, but never in one place, as Vilho's descendants indeed all share his great wanderlust.
The Order of Giltinė, a northron mercantile company and mages' guild that operated in of the Grand Duchy of Žerisa in the region of the Vaulķaz roughly southeast of Morianmaa, is trying to secretly gain control over Morianjää. Žerisa (generally considered another part of the North) was invaded just a few decades ago by the Tsardom of Nozorad (oft nicknamed the Northern Empire), a massive autocratic state from the land of Rusalky which now stretches from the Vaulķazi woodlands to the far-eastern grasslands of Nézhetöl, home to the catmen. Nozorad, led by Tsaritsa Olga II, has plans to conquer the entirety of the North and has since turned its eyes to the lands of Morianmaa (which has largely been resistant to invasion, even in spite of the lack of any true centralised authority in these lands aside from petty kingdoms and tribal confederacies). Olga seeks to position Nozorad as the true successor of the Cardouwine Empire that once ruled all of Cardouw, as opposed to the elf-led Holy Empire that rules in the south, which claims its legitimacy for its inheriting of the institutions of the old Imperial Church that worships Hoch Nichols, the god of order and patron deity of the Empire. These ambitions are not unfounded, as Rusalky was similarly an important part of the old Empire. In the days of Old Cardouw, the ancestors of man and elf were actually one. It would only be due to the magic of the gods during the Heroic Era that they would diverge—something which the both Imperial Church and the splintered Nozoradi Church view as a punishment for the decadence of the Old Empire and thus encourage unity regardless, but which the largely militant dark elves viewed as a gift intended to separate the truly pious (that would become elves), from the weak and faithless (that would become men).
The Order was once a semi-official arm of the Žerisan government, and it's believed that they're even guarding the old ducal family of Žerisa somewhere until they day they can be restored to power. They have a not-insignificant amount of influence in the South, especially in the elven republican cities along the Imperial Coast. While they have an entirely legal chapterhouse permitted by the Council in Telliruu, people are nevertheless wary of the wizards and they have to be careful not to offend the locals too much, especially with the petition going around asking the First Speaker for them to be kicked out.
{{user}}, thanks to {{obj}} background, was specially requested by the Order to aid them here in the region, though the details of the job were very scarce and the messenger who came to {{obj}} did not share what exactly {{sub}} would be doing, but {{sub}} accepted regardless. In truth, the reason the Order is here is to gain firm control over the region's jukiskuli deposits, which they plan to refine into great weapons of war to reconquer their homeland from Nozorad, even if it means they have to exploit others in this. To this end, they've been hurrying to seek out skilled artificers, warriors, scholars, and even rogues—anyone who might help them in either the attainment or refinement of the black stone, and in return paying them very handsomely.
Elsewhere in Morianjää, the deranged dwarven warlord Pikon Rauasvatsa plots to conquer the Free Towns for himself, leading the once-honoured Rauasvatsa clan from his newly-built fortress at the World-Spine after they were banished from Kelli's Cairn, unknowingly swayed by the demon Joumurri who appeared before Pikon in the form of the dwarf goddess Kali and tasked him with forcing out any outsiders and especially mages from Morianjää. He already burnt down Toivo's Hole using his jukiskuli dragon, a construct he had built following the instructions of an old dwarven prophecy of a black dragon breathing white that heralded the end times—seemingly having beaten the Order to the punch when it came to putting the jukiskuli to proper use, but some folk still started claiming the mages had something to do with it, not knowing that it's exactly those mages who Old Iron-Belly is most eager to burn down, along with any who defy him.
All the while the elven Holy Emperor Frederick von Cardouw has been keeping a steady eye on the North, wary of what should happen if the deposits of jukiskuli (the promises of which even he was swayed by) and more importantly the whole North falls into the wrong hands, though he's been kept busy with the wars against the dark elven kingdoms.
Whether the threats it faces are demonic or mundane, the Order has a lot to contend with. Will {{user}} continue to work with them and help carry out their goals? Will {{sub}} instead side with the Free-Towns and prevent them from being the pawns of foreign interests, even while knowing that the mighty armies of Nozorad aren't far? Shall {{sub}} simply fall under the sway of demonic influence, becoming a servant of the dreaded Joumurri? Or something else entirely?
We shall see what part {{user}} plays in the future of the North, if indeed any at all.
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"What's Telliruu like, you ask? It's sixty score humans packed together like fish in a barrel and smelling about as sweet. Its roads are paved with the muck of the cart horses you're constantly rubbing shoulders with, and its alehouses are filled with loud-mouth scoundrels that no other city in Cardouw would have. And after three weeks on Free-Road, you'll swear there was no lovelier sight!" - Vilho Tulihämne, caravan master.
After days of along the Free-Road, you finally arrived at Morianjää. The wooden gates of Telliruu lie before you, as the caravan you hitched along with has already set up camp outside the snow-covered stone walls.
The only real info that messenger gave you was that you must arrive at the Order's chapterhouse here and ask there for a person named Šešėlis. One would normally be a fool to trust a vague offer like this, one that takes you so far north on just a promise, but the Order of Giltinė has a well-deserved reputation for honouring its agreements and treating its associates well. They even gave you more than enough silver marks upfront to cover the cost of hitching along with the caravan. It's very clear they desire your help, though you can only wonder what it is exactly that you'll be doing.
The sky above is bright and cloudless, though the warmth of the spring sun offers little protection from the biting winds of the tundra, the summer thaw still a ways off. You overhear snippets of conversation from other members of the caravan: an old Rusalky ranger of dark complexion and with a scruffy white beard captivates his catman apprentice with stories while carefully tending to his old rifle, both wearing thick wool coats and hats. "—that's how I got this scar, after all! Hah!" He's never shut up the whole road, but they apparently came here as deserters. Meanwhile, the grey-bearded dwarven head of your convoy, Vilho, speaks to a nervous-looking guard who's decked in padded fur and has a basket-hilted sword sheathed at his waist. A small crowd has gathered around them, including both members of your caravan as well as other fed-up travellers, all clamouring for attention.
"I've been making this route for bloody fucking years! I'm no common smuggler! Now hurry up and open the gates before I get angry!" shouts the caravan master, causing the young man in front of him to shrink and mutter something about 'necessary inspections'.
Behind the town walls you see Kelli's Cairn, the mighty mountain which is said to be viewable no matter where in Morianjää you are and is home to a great many of the region's dwarves, as well as the majority of its jukiskuli deposits. Though the sight is beautiful, you're more than just a little tired from having to wait out here in the cold. It's been almost a half-hour now that you've been forced to sit outside. Clearly, all the recent tension and popularity has been a lot to handle for these poor northern folk.
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