Raptorian
Radio Bob Approved
EUROPE, 1837
Five years ago, a plague swept across Western Europe, enveloping every nation in a deadly miasma. Many rural villages were left to rot, with only rich urban lands being able to afford the medicines and hygienic policies necessary to stay death's hand. One particular principality fell especially victim to the sickness, and despite its pleading for aid, no one would come to alleviate their woes. That was until the arrival of a strange Doctor, claiming to carry with them a miraculous cure-all. Almost immediately, the Prince would invite the Doctor to his manor, and was eager to see them prove themselves. To the shock of all, the Doctor performed a blood transfusion on a sickened aristocrat, causing the man's illness to vanish over night. Seeking to finally rid his lands of the sickness, the Prince paid out a large sum so that the Doctor would administer their cure to every subject who required it. As if the work of the divine, the plague had vanished over night, and the people showered the Doctor with gifts and praise. Rewarding them for their labor, the Prince granted them a lake-side estate deep in the forests.
For five years, the Doctor remained sequestered away in their home, and despite the pleading of thankful aristocrats, the Doctor refused all guests. Thanks to the cure, the principality had fully recovered in a manner of a year. Without the economic strain of managing a blight they swiftly pulled ahead of their neighbors. Now an emerging land of esteem, the future of the principality had looked bright. That was until unholy disaster struck. Former victims of the plague burst forth from their flesh, twisting into horrors beyond the realm of God and bearing down upon the people of the land with fang and claw. The military was slow to respond, with many of their own ranks turning into vile monsters of their own right. Terrified by the apocalypse unfolding outside of his gates, and confounded by the military's inability to control the situation, the Prince declared a state of absolute emergency. In place of governance and class was simply a body of people cowering together for the sake of survival. With the last of the survivors gathering in the Prince's manor, a raven delivered a shocking letter. A message from the Doctor. The Prince gathered his soldiers and courtiers, all who were willing, and set off through the night to answer the Doctor's summons.
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The Doctor - (0/1)
Owner of the estate, bringer of the cure, and keeper of the truth. This role carries heavy lore implications, and we encourage you to reach out to _raptorian on discord if interested.
The Prince - (0/1)
Ruler of the principality, guide of the survivors. This role emphasizes leadership. Will you be a tyrant or virtuous light in the dark?
The Sergeant - (0/1)
The last bastion of military dignity. You've defended the Prince from assassins, and have ordered executions in the sake of quarantines. This role emphasizes secondary leadership, though holds great influence.
The Soldiers - (0/5)
Soldiers of the principality. Some veterans, some conscripts. Can you burn away the dark?
The Rabble - (0/ထ)
Any manner of orderlies, aristocrats, and peasants. The Prince levied an open invitation to those that would join him in seeking the truth, knowing that it would be a dangerous journey. If nothing else, survive. Certain members of this class may be chosen for special roles depending on quality of roleplay and applications.
The Doctor - (0/1)
Owner of the estate, bringer of the cure, and keeper of the truth. This role carries heavy lore implications, and we encourage you to reach out to _raptorian on discord if interested.
The Prince - (0/1)
Ruler of the principality, guide of the survivors. This role emphasizes leadership. Will you be a tyrant or virtuous light in the dark?
The Sergeant - (0/1)
The last bastion of military dignity. You've defended the Prince from assassins, and have ordered executions in the sake of quarantines. This role emphasizes secondary leadership, though holds great influence.
The Soldiers - (0/5)
Soldiers of the principality. Some veterans, some conscripts. Can you burn away the dark?
The Rabble - (0/ထ)
Any manner of orderlies, aristocrats, and peasants. The Prince levied an open invitation to those that would join him in seeking the truth, knowing that it would be a dangerous journey. If nothing else, survive. Certain members of this class may be chosen for special roles depending on quality of roleplay and applications.
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