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The Silver Kingdom is none other than a large, spanning tower, the very tip in the shape of an observatory. This Kingdom is considered closest to the Miasma stars in the sky, its people proudly preserving the motto: Learn, Question, Adapt. There is no magic in this realm, there is no hefty technology other than what is borrowed from other Kingdoms, everything is deceptively simple and plain, a quiet district of no immediate threat.

The people in this kingdom are considered traders, residing inside the tower itself, from the base floor for the scribes, to the highest floors and chambers of the artisans. Traders of supplies, resources, information, the only thing they do not dabble in of course, is the illegal trade of Miasma. Everything else is no holds barred and that includes information. However, due to its own self-preservation, it retains a neutral stance towards the other kingdoms. Information is sold equally, it is obtained in price equally, and so are wares, and so are people, as very often their people are sold to the other kingdoms due to their unique ability of adaptation. The setting is rural, simple and peaceful. They are quite unique in themselves: appearance simple, at the most plain, ordinary, peasant wear, as many other kingdoms would call it, though their motives complex. They are often called ambassadors to other Kingdoms, to observe the Kingdoms and offer temporary services and alliances all for a price, be it information or wares.

This includes bartering for the people of the Silver Kingdom themselves for only in the Silver Kingdom can the people adapt to the powers and abilities of the other kingdoms. This is part of their unique role of who they are, that they are continuously learning, creating, and of course, changing when the situation rises.

The Silver King's recent death created an unprecedented turn of events: the adoption of the throne by his loyal Queen. Now crowned King, she resides in the Observatory, rarely ever seen anywhere else. Rumours are that she has locked the ghost of the King there, that she is secretly in league with various other Kingdoms, the list goes on and on.

The kingdom's favourite pastime is playing cards, a popular activity adopted throughout the townspeople. The game they play is called King's Curse. The players draw three cards. They then put down any card of the three. Now they must bluff and convince the other players that they have in their hands the highest three cards. This is a game of wit, to furthermore the concept of adaptation. It is said the King themselves could make anyone believe they contained in their hand the highest card every single time without fail or question simply from her demeanor alone.

Lastly is the concept of information and resources. Information gained is placed in the heavily guarded Archives, which contains a pretty thorough glance at the worlds around them. Information taken is also borrowed from the archives, though books are always mysteriously returned. Resources are stored in the underground chambers, once home to the older King's barbaric acts where they stored beasts to torture prisoners with. Now it simply stores resources, though it is rumoured that the current King has a hidden chamber of unspeakable resources and that is why she does not fear the shift in Miasma. It is safe here. It is peaceful here. Anyone, as long as they do not wish harm, are welcome here.


RANKING SYSTEM:

- Short of the King, everyone else is ranked the same. Every person who serves the King has a role on top of their continuous role to trade and gather supplies and information. They are scribes, they are librarians, they are artisans, they are blacksmiths, they live to barter and thus must by nature create. Many citizens often know two jobs, such as the ability to tailor and create alchemized potions. These items can then be sold off to neighbouring kingdoms, sometimes in exchange for resources, sometimes for information, or perhaps something else.

- OOC: ALL PLAYERS start off the same. You must now pick two "jobs" for your character. Applicable jobs are: crafting, sewing, cooking, fishing, hunting, if it is a mmo profession, you are probably safe. The setting is simple and medieval. Everyone lives in the white tower. Your character wants to be as productive as possible in order to be able to sustain their lives. Think of everyone as bartering entrepreneurs all trying to set up their own businesses to live and sustain themselves. At the heart of it all is the King who does not care much with daily lives other than themselves, to trade and barter what they need.

Everything is old, but being masters of adaptation does not make them ignorant. All residents of this kingdom are aware of items from the other Kingdoms, called Crown bargains, things they win from the kingdoms. A White Crown bargain may be deconstructed, or even kept as a piece of information to sell or share. Any information entered into the archives is a reward in itself, as citizens find themselves compensated in supplies for doing so. The greatest reward a citizen can get is archiving as much information as they can and obtaining the most supplies from it. Conversing and living with other Kingdoms is not considered uncommon, though many prefer to do it within the sanctuary of their own kingdom, due to territorial disputes that could happen.


SPECIAL ABILITY:


The highest rewarded citizens, the ones who have brought back the most in values of information or resources are considered Wild Cards. As higher ranking citizens, Wild Cards have higher endurance (OOC: 50/50 HP) They have one ability alone and that is the ability of adaptation.


gaia_crown [Wild Card ability: Chance ]: Wild cards can pick up any role. They can only do this once. They cannot pick up roles in Kingdoms that already have the MAX of that role (ie: they cannot be a Bishop if that Kingdom already has two Bishops). Once a wild card has taken that role, it cannot be reversed and they will no longer be able to change faction. Wild cards cannot take the roll of queen or king.
- Once again, a Wild Card can only take on a role of a Bishop, if that Kingdom does not have 2 Bishops. That means if a Kingdom started with 1 Bishop, a King can take in a Wild Card, and make them the second one. That Wild Card will be PERMANENTLY the Bishop from now on. If a Wild Card that has turned into a Bishop falls, or is slain by a Pawn, the Pawn now has a Bishop Role (in whatever Kingdom they are in).
- In order for a Wild Card to convert, they need to directly approach the King of that Kingdom. They will they pledge their loyalty/ rp as you see fit, and the King will make a choice of whether or not to recruit that Wild Card. After the bond is done, the Wild Card takes up the new role. This will become their PERMANENT role. A Wild Card can also choose to simply work with a King unconverted, but it means they can also betray that King. Unconverted working with a King means they don't get that Kingdom's special ability.
- Wild Cards roll 2d8-6 to attack. They have a base HP of 50HP, unconverted.
- Wild Cards roll 1d8 to defend.
- When a Wild Card dissipates, they end up in any NEUTRAL ZONE labelled area.

(( Rolling to see what kind of gossip he hears then writing RP

Rolled a 1: "... the King is dying, she's going to be replaced...." ))

(( Molan is entering the Kingdom thread. ))

A light sigh escaped the jeweler as he wandered into the street, as usual teeming with life and business. Certainly Market Day was greatly productive, but also tiring. There was the most to gain, but also the most to lose. For favor certainly held a large part of it. Favor with the King, had... he shown.

As one of the Wild Cards to the King he was held to many expectations, but also granted many options. Many kindnesses for it. Yet, the constant vacancy of that seat held little hope. Blue eyes cast one look at the ever evident lack of presence momentarily before moving to continue his work. Though apparently others had more to say of the recluse as he moved away. "...the King is dying, she's going to be replaced..." Brows merely knitted at the words, a casual look being cast in the general direction even if a source was impossible to pinpoint in the throng of people. The King... might not have been perfect, but certainly speaking of their death so soon was blasphemy. If the King was to die things would be arranged, such gossip held not truth. No value.

For factual information was the real key. Their rumors would get them nothing.

A light toss of his head as he moved on, a light jangle from the self made bell hanging to one side of his face. An artisan of trinkets and bobbles had little use to such people. While the knowledge to craft the most intricate of designs was usual, the actual items weren't prized by the people. Simplicity was key, there was no reason to show things off here. It was why he did prefer the outings to other realms so. They found use in his wares, far more so than those preferring their simple garb here. Not that it mattered, his use was noted by those that mattered.

And he knew when not to speak of dissent in the ranks as well. Such things never earned you anything, rather they would place you in a dire situation. Should the wrong ears catch wind of it.

Not that it was his business any long, he'd rather finish this day. Another of quick looks at a finely detailed brooch that was not 'practical' enough for the common person, and a bit more information to offer as tribute to the archives. A new gem found, a fine way to cut it for precision to create the greatest shine, and a practical use for it. For there were those who loved to show their wealth. So long as it was in an elegant manner.

That proud group suited him well, a brilliant shining kingdom like the sun, and far less simplistic. Not that he disliked his simple white robes, but one could not sell pleasantries to people who did not wish to embellish and show their wealth. Talking people into anything of that nature was useless. Pointless. An absolute waste of his time. Which could have better uses.

The most they would trade for was fodder to talk to another kingdom, not that he minded too terribly. A brief stop in his path as he spoke with another merchant, a few trades and pointless chatter and he was on his way again. Perhaps a moment to see the scribe was in order. He knew which he'd choose to visit, it was simple enough, few else held much interest in his personal skills.

A brief wave was dropped to the scribe as he approached before he knelt to write in a few things to the ledger. Simply his name and location he would go to as was duty. A command from the King afterall. "The Gold Kingdom of Edric." He added as he completed the paperwork, musing if perhaps there would be a new spell to learn. They did specialize in magics, such things were highly useful if he could procure said knowledge.

"Another day, another deal..." He added as he walked off, watching the groups move about casually.

[ Entering ]

Market day, Keel (full name Killian) always did find this day the best. With how busy everyone is, and the interaction that just seems to go forth and back. It always gets her pumped up for the day (more often than usual). He was busy looking at the different wares people were putting on display when a brief sentence caught her attention:

"... killed the previous King in order to gain power..."

He snapped around, trying to find the source of the voice. Sadly, Keel never did find the gossiper. She had wanted to ask more on the topic, but it seems fate has other things for him to do…like figure out which kingdom she should be heading off to. He skipped over towards the location of where the empty pedestral stood, letting what she knows of the kingdom juggle in her head.

Hmmm…

The two that stood out of him the most were probably the kingdom of dreams, and the kingdom of creation…both of them have a nice ring to them. However, which one should she go to?

Personally, Nkosazana loved Market Day.

She wasn't necessarily a Baker because she was looking for the money. Actually, on the contrary, as a Baker she was not expecting an awful lot. Most people looked for the more simple things, like clothing or water or even regular foods, but something in her had always been drawn to cooking sweets, and her sweet tooth was a large one. What she loved more, though, was sharing that love of sweets with others. She watched as their faces lit up, their mouths salivate, and she felt like she had done her duty to society.

Of course, Nkosazana also knew she couldn't just survive on sweets, and did knit blankets, gloves, and warm clothing on the side, which she also sold at her small booth. She advertised it as a place to find something to "warm your toes and warm your stomach," and that was all she had ever really wanted to do for people. It then, perhaps, seemed a bit underhanded that she would gather information about others and bring it back to her kingdom, but then, that was the way of the Silver Kingdom. She, admittedly, most preferred the ambassadorial roles, preferring to keep the peace and continue the peace most of all.

That didn't seem to be the way the other kingdoms preferred things, though, and so she kept a distance, minding her job and gathering her information and going on her way once she had made the proper agreements.

As someone who gathered information, she always had ears to the ground, and it was no surprise she caught a murmur on this particular day.



That sounded a little... terrifying.

With a shiver, Nkosazana turned her attention to the man that was stationed alongside her booth, as he had been the week before and every week before that. They were often partners when they were sent off, and perhaps today would be no exception, what with them looking for people to send off to kingdoms once again. She would deal with that later, she supposed, unless David had any ideas of his own to offer for where they should head this time. She wasn't certain, herself. It had been a while since she visited any particular kingdom, keeping to herself for a little while after a rather hairy experience.

"David? Did you hear that, about the monster in the catacombs? I've admittedly never been to the catacombs. With the sounds of it, I won't want to be..." She brushed a piece of curly hair behind her dark ears, blinking violet eyes. "I don't like things that find us tasty, you know?"

Oziandra

[Enter Rex]

He had never quite understood just what was so special about market day. He knew it was a special day, he knew it was a day they all came together, but he had thusfar failed to comprehend the true importance of it. Not that that should have been surprising, there was much Demetrius Recarious Tyrant did not comprehend.

Rex, as he was called, could hardly be considered cunning, nor was he especially intelligent. Not that he was stupid, he was at the least street smart, but intelligence was certainly not his strength.

Pausing in his steps, his head turned, seeking out the various scents that surrounded the marketplace. He was hungry, he was always hungry.

As he stood, a voice caught his ear, though where it had come from he could not say.



Hmm? What did that mean? He paused to think for a moment, shrugged, and continued on his quest for food. There was something delicious smelling over that way.

[Enter Sigrún]

Sigrún quickly passed by the other citizens starting to roam about the market place. People were out and about to buy and sell things today as it was Market Day. Dodging someone toting a basket full of vegetables Sigrún made her way to her favorite spot to sell her own wares. Today she had a couple of fine plump rabbits, a pair of pheasants, some dried venison meat and some various pelts for sale.

As she reached her spot she heard a whisper of conversation
... "killed the previous King in order to gain power..." She looked around quickly to see who the voice belonged to but couldn't seem to locate where exactly. Everyone seemed to be in fairly good spirits, market day was usually a pretty joyous day. People got to sell and buy and also trade information. Hearing this scrap of conversation made Sigrún slightly unsettled. She stood from arranging a pile of pelts and looked over to the pedestal....empty...Where was their king? Her green eyes quickly scanned over the scribe sitting close and quickly turned her back to them with a quick intake of breath.

She had been running over this choice all night, Sigrún was surprised she had managed much of anything to scrounge together to sell today because of her sleeplessness. The rabbits were fresh-ish and she had been lucky this morning to stumble on the pheasants. Sigrún took another slow deep breath looked around and with a quick stride closed the distance to the scribe, said a greeting and bent over to write The Green Kingdom of Om. She turned on her booted heels and quickly returned to her wares without another word.

David smiled warmly back at Acerium and waved, brushing a strand of long red hair out of his face before resuming the constant organization of his stall. People always seemed determined to put his things out of order, and he found himself wondering if people just walked around with their eyes closed and arms outstretched.