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Finally managed to get this finished, I apologise if it's ended up rather large:
I've introduced a new land, the Kingdom of Tamar, so to try to keep the world connected I've involved a couple of other nations and a religion mentioned by previous posters in it's history as well as annexing two cities which have been mentioned but haven't been given a location yet. If anyone has any objections to an inclusion please contact me and I'll happily change it. Note that I refer to Darren by his surname in the history section since that is the style generally used in historical non-fiction.
I've also used the same dating system as was used in earlier post, which I've worked out makes the present day in the RP as 753 under that calendar if I calculated correctly, if it isn't that again I'll gladly change it to the actual one. Any comments or criticisms would be gladly appreciated.
Edit: A some sentences have been improved and a few typo errors have been fixed, no details of importance has changed though.
Name: Darren Ammon (until recently was known as Sir Darren Ammon)
Sex: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Darren is a physically fit late-twenties male with long autumn brown hair tied back in a pony tail and lightly tanned skin. He is very slightly above the average height for a fully grown man. His beard has being growing for just over a month since he stopped shaving and so isn't as thick as most men of his age who let theirs grow. His nose is somewhat on the large size and his teeth are a little crooked, however he's otherwise reasonably attractive. While Darren has lost some weight over the past few weeks, his muscles are still quite well-toned from when he regularly wore a full-suit of armour. For discretion he has traded his armour for padded leather and typical brown clothing that a more typical warrior would wear whilst travelling, however his accent which lies somewhere in the middle between the refined drawl of a noble and the rough speech of a commoner hints at his former knightly status.
Class/Job: When he was younger he was a squire to his father, upon reaching his late teens he became a knight serving under King Turin III, a position he held until very recently. He has now become a rebel and has been exiled from his native land, the Kingdom of Tamar, on the pain of death.
Weapons and Gear: The only weapon which Darren carries is the broadsword which his father gave him as a gift at his knighting ceremony, he has sold his shield and his other weapons over time to make travelling easier. The sword is not particularly remarkable, it's heavy and long as all broadswords are and other than the maroon leather grip it is a burnished metallic grey all over. The only distinguishing feature of the blade is a small carving of a salamander on the hilt; the Ammon family emblem.
Magic (If applicable): None, he believes that the majority of magic performed by humans is actually tricks and deception although he is more agnostic on various forms of naturalistic magic due to his belief in the religion Kin.
Personality: Though outwardly a determined warrior, Darren is idealistic more than anything else, he'll argue his anti-monarchy and religious views eagerly with anyone who brings up either subject and he is quick to express scepticism if someone claims something he doesn't believe is true. Darren's republican views stem from him becoming disillusioned by the vast differences in quality of life he has seen between over-indulgent nobles and the poorest Tamarian commoners. This has led him to deciding that the feudal system is inherently flawed and that the only way to have a truly fair country is to divide up the labour and wealth equally between all citizens and for everyone to work for the common good. The second pillar of his world-view is the religion of Kin which he learned from his parents, a naturalistic belief system based on spirit and charm worship which was the most common religion throughout Tamar before missionaries introduced the Lords of Creation to the nation around a century ago. It is now only usually found amongst the commoners of the more sparse north of the country or isolated southern villages; Darren had to remain quiet about his beliefs whilst he was a knight as many of the nobles he served looked down upon Kin followers as "heathens". Kin teaches that all life should be treated with respect as part of nature and Darren tries to stick to that, though to his shame he hasn't always in the past.
Overconfidence is another clear trait Darren displays from anything from battle plans to games of luck; he usually ends up over-estimating his chances of success which can be a blessing or a curse depending on the situation at hand. Despite this he has a slight streak of cowardice which he is usually able to conceal from companions but when facing probable death reveals itself; for example when most his fellow comrades fell in the battle of Khana he instead fled the battlefield at the point it became clear that his side could not prevail. While Darren is dedicated to continuing his mission to free the Tamarian people this is not entirely for unselfish reasons, he secretly fantasises about himself as becoming the leader of a new Republic of Tamar and being praising and loved by all his fellow citizens.
Biography: Well, I never thought it would come to this but here I am. My story started twenty seven years ago when I was born in my parent's manor house in a northern Tamarian town, I'd like to say it was an extraordinary event or there was some sort of sign but no... there was nothing particularly special about my birth. My earliest memories are mainly of my father as even after my younger sisters were born, he always spent more time teaching me about knighthood than anyone-else ever did. My childhood was mostly uneventful, my tutors didn't like the way I thought and only the threat of a beating from my father kept me working hard, something I'm very grateful for now. I was popular with the other children, partly because of my prowess in sports and fighting though as I got older I increasingly focused on improving the latter. Once I entered my teenage years I finally learned how to keep my objections to myself and quickly reaped the benefits: my father took me as a squire on a campaign and several years later, I became an official Knight of the Crown. I had to keep quiet about my religion being Kin since most the other knights were Lords of Creation followers but at the time this was a small sacrifice to make.
Initially, I served my new master with enthusiasm as I was sent journeying across the land: slaying bandits, arresting rebels and "encountering" the local women afterwards. It wasn't a bad life and I looked an impressive sight when kitted out in full shining armour, the King and the Ammon family emblem together upon my shield and my trusty broadsword by my side. After a while though I began to see through this to the flaws in my companions and our superiors; the corruption and selfishness that seemed to embody their attitudes and their lack of empathy for the common folk who seemed to suffer more and more every year. These were not the values I'd been taught a knight was supposed to hold, I decided, and so next time I met with my father I raised my concerns with him. His reaction wasn't at-all what I expected, he shouted and accused me of being disloyal to the King and my oath. He then pleaded to me to drop such traitorous thoughts and I told him I would, deep down though as I left for my next assignment in the city of Khana I was deeply confused.
There I found the situation was even worse, families were literally starving in many parts of the city as the crops in the farms nearby failed and this was exacerbated by the high taxes forced onto the populace by the local Duke of Clay. That evening I was invited to dine with him so I arrived at his banquet, only to be disgusted by the mountains of meat and delicacies piled up on the plates whilst just a few hours earlier I had witnessed little children crying pitifully from hunger pains while their parents begged passersby for any spare food. Later that night I found my way to a small Kin shrine and prayed for guidance, whether it was by destiny or coincidence I do not know but on the way out I began conversing with a member of the Free Peoples. To my surprise I found out the group advocated an idea part of me had long felt but never knew how to put words to, that people should be able to decide their own destiny and that resources should be divided up equally rather than held in the hands of the rich and powerful. I agreed to help and quickly became involved in collecting information for the Free Peoples, but also helping the poor when we could to surreptitiously gain their support. A few weeks later our leaders were arrested and an emergency meeting was held where many angry words were spoken and many more townspeople than I expected arrived. Some city guards approached to break up the crowd, starting acting rather too rough to people who were already close to the snapping point and... well... let's just say before we knew it the Duke was hanging dead by his guts from the castle walls and we had a town to run.
The news of our rebellion spread like wildfire across the land and of course less than a fortnight after our victory we heard that an army in the south was being raised to retake Khana. King Turin himself would lead it for the first time since the death of his father in battle over two decades ago. We thought he would be burning with rage but the first message we received from him was surprisingly calm, perhaps he hadn't liked the Duke as much as we had thought? It offered us generous terms, in exchange for surrendering without a fight he pledged not to re-instate the Duchy around Khana but to instead let the people of the city elect their own local council, a system that hadn't been used since ancient times. The inner ten of us who first read his offer knew that if we showed the letter to the townspeople, they would leap behind the terms in a heartbeat... but we wanted something better. Now that we had a taste of power, we didn't want to let go just yet and what had so recently been just a pipe dream, a free Republic of Tamar, was tantalisingly close. We curtly declined the King's offer and told the city folk that the Royal army was coming with the intentions of terrible vengeance, that we would need every able-bodied man we could get to defend ourselves. It was an exaggeration if not a lie but it was all for the greater good, we told ourselves.
A few rushed days of preparation were never enough come the day of the Battle of Khana, our walled city surrounded by rank upon rank of knights, multitudes of foot-soldiers and far behind the enemy lines the King's Royal tent. I could see from a glance that they far outnumbered our meagre volunteer army and that our fortifications were our only hope of survival. At dawn they attacked with battering rams and wide shields to protect themselves from what we threw down at them, in under an hour they breached the main entrance and poured into the city like frenzied ants. I realised at that point that we had no chance of prevailing that day and so while my comrades fought and died as martyrs for our cause I turned tail and escaped out through the back-gate. Thankfully in the ensuring carnage by the time it was found my body was not among the fallen I was already hiding amongst the border villages where no monarch, let alone Turin III, was popular or loved. I knew I couldn't return to my father, mother or sisters now I had broken my vow to serve the King and after a number of days of recovering from the failure of our revolution, I bid the kind family who were sheltering me goodbye and travelled over the north-western border into the Western Lands. I decided that although our cause had been set back, it's time must be close and so I began to journey into the wide world, searching for allies with whom I could one day return to Tamar with. And that, my friends, is the story of my life so far.
What the History Books Say: Extract from "Tamarian folk-heroes: A concise history"
Born in the north of Tamar into a family who had served as knights under the country's monarchy for over two centuries, there wasn't a great deal of indication during his childhood that Darren Ammon would be anything other than a typical loyal warrior. Being the oldest of four children and the only son meant that Ammon's father spared no effort in raising him to be a brave and capable fighter, as well as having him educated in the more academic subjects. Whilst he was perfectly fitting of his father's fighting image, Ammon took a different tact in his written studies. It is said that uncommonly for a squire he often questioned his orders and proposed his own ideas. His tutors wrote this attitude off as "childish disobedience" and beat the boy to teach him his place. As Ammon entered his teenage years this tactic seemed to have paid off as he stopped voicing opposition to his superiors and accompanied his father on several minor campaigns, eventually being knighted by the Duke of Clay in the name of the King at age eighteen for his services against the outlaws of Tyrone Forest. For almost a decade he served the Crown in a number of other conflicts and duties across the land, however it was only when he was sent to serve in the northern city of Khana near the place of his birth that he became more than a footnote in Tamarian history.
The early 8th century was a period of turmoil for Tamar, around the time of Ammon's birth the kingdom was engaged in a destructive war with the Imperial Empire in the east and only a combination of luck and internal struggles within the empire left the small southern country free, albeit without its king Manor VI who perished in the siege of Newport along with his eldest two children. The sole surviving heir was his five year old son who was dutifully crowned Turin III and for the next decade the Kingdom experienced a time of prosperity whilst it was run by the boy's mother and a cabinet of senior advisors from the capital city of Daramasuc. The boy-king grew up well-educated but sheltered and was ill-prepared for leadership when he came into full capacity at the tender age of sixteen.
At heart it seems that King Turin did care about his people and often tried to help them, but he was woefully ignorant about their day-to-day life and was surrounded by nobles who exaggerated, covered up and even sometimes downright lied to favour their own interests. In addition to that a childhood of special treatment and yes-men had left the King hugely vain and constantly insecure about his own image. In the year of 753 when that the great blight hit many farmer's livestock, particularly those in the north of the country where the local lords held much more power, stories began to circulate about the excesses and riches of the Royal Court in Daramasuc. To the northern population on the edge of starvation, these tales fostered resentment above all else.
There was second compounding factor that eventually led to the rebellion in the north. For the last half a century most southern Tamarians and the nobility across the entire country had been followers of the Lords of Creation, however the common folk in the north had by and large retained the native faith of Kin. Whilst the King himself promoted officially religious freedom for his subjects, many of the nobles who held great power in the north favoured fellow Lords worshippers and gave them privileges over those who followed other faiths. The Duke of Clay, who based his fiefdom in the city of Khana, took this policy to the extreme and combined with punitive taxes, strife was inevitable. It was here that Ammon found himself drawn to those who opposed the power of the monarchy and after a number of conversations agreed break his oath to the Crown and join their group, the Free Peoples. Ironically for an organisation that opposed nobility and rank, it wasn't any special leadership, intellect or even fighting ability that led to Ammon quickly gaining influence amongst the potential rebels but the unusualness of someone of his high status supporting their goal.
While the exact records of how the rebellion started are unclear, what's known is that in the morning of the day it begun the Duke of Clay had three of the group's top leaders arrested for conspiracy against the Crown. By the evening of that same day the Duke was castrated and hung by his intestines from his tower window whilst he was still alive. Noble families fled the city as the rioting commoners inflicted terrible retribution on anyone perceived to allied with the ill-fated duke, including foreigners and priests of the Lords of Creation whose temples were ransacked and torched until there was nothing left standing. Accounts of who started the violence are conflicting but many accounts on both sides point the finger squarely towards Ammon who supposedly convinced the other influential members that action was needed in response to the arrests. Later that night the leaders of the rebellion gathered together and declared their conquest to be the "Free City of Khana", an autonomous region within Tamar.
Despite the private feud between King Turin III and the Duke of Clay of which evidence only emerged many years later, his response was uncharacteristically quick as an army was rapidly spirited up from the southern counties and marched towards Khana with the King following at a safe distance behind. It is said that Turin offered the rebels the chance for peace in-exchange for surrender, however perhaps because of his low reputation amongst the city folk the offer was rejected and thus an attack was ordered. Despite their effectiveness during the initial taking of the city, the rebel's army were poorly equipped and most were untrained, meaning that once the city walls had been breached they stood no chance against more numerous Royal soldiers. The exact role that Ammon played in the battle is unknown, partly due to the lack of surviving witnesses afterwards, but what is known is that his body was never found and numerous unverified sightings around the Tamarian borders and in certain nearby regions of the Western Lands helped perpetuate the legend that he had become a folk hero who was still fighting the King from hiding and would one day return to fight another great battle. How much truth there is in these tales unknown but most historians nowadays believe that he did survive when collaborating evidence is taken into account...
Sex: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Darren is a physically fit late-twenties male with long autumn brown hair tied back in a pony tail and lightly tanned skin. He is very slightly above the average height for a fully grown man. His beard has being growing for just over a month since he stopped shaving and so isn't as thick as most men of his age who let theirs grow. His nose is somewhat on the large size and his teeth are a little crooked, however he's otherwise reasonably attractive. While Darren has lost some weight over the past few weeks, his muscles are still quite well-toned from when he regularly wore a full-suit of armour. For discretion he has traded his armour for padded leather and typical brown clothing that a more typical warrior would wear whilst travelling, however his accent which lies somewhere in the middle between the refined drawl of a noble and the rough speech of a commoner hints at his former knightly status.
Class/Job: When he was younger he was a squire to his father, upon reaching his late teens he became a knight serving under King Turin III, a position he held until very recently. He has now become a rebel and has been exiled from his native land, the Kingdom of Tamar, on the pain of death.
Weapons and Gear: The only weapon which Darren carries is the broadsword which his father gave him as a gift at his knighting ceremony, he has sold his shield and his other weapons over time to make travelling easier. The sword is not particularly remarkable, it's heavy and long as all broadswords are and other than the maroon leather grip it is a burnished metallic grey all over. The only distinguishing feature of the blade is a small carving of a salamander on the hilt; the Ammon family emblem.
Magic (If applicable): None, he believes that the majority of magic performed by humans is actually tricks and deception although he is more agnostic on various forms of naturalistic magic due to his belief in the religion Kin.
Personality: Though outwardly a determined warrior, Darren is idealistic more than anything else, he'll argue his anti-monarchy and religious views eagerly with anyone who brings up either subject and he is quick to express scepticism if someone claims something he doesn't believe is true. Darren's republican views stem from him becoming disillusioned by the vast differences in quality of life he has seen between over-indulgent nobles and the poorest Tamarian commoners. This has led him to deciding that the feudal system is inherently flawed and that the only way to have a truly fair country is to divide up the labour and wealth equally between all citizens and for everyone to work for the common good. The second pillar of his world-view is the religion of Kin which he learned from his parents, a naturalistic belief system based on spirit and charm worship which was the most common religion throughout Tamar before missionaries introduced the Lords of Creation to the nation around a century ago. It is now only usually found amongst the commoners of the more sparse north of the country or isolated southern villages; Darren had to remain quiet about his beliefs whilst he was a knight as many of the nobles he served looked down upon Kin followers as "heathens". Kin teaches that all life should be treated with respect as part of nature and Darren tries to stick to that, though to his shame he hasn't always in the past.
Overconfidence is another clear trait Darren displays from anything from battle plans to games of luck; he usually ends up over-estimating his chances of success which can be a blessing or a curse depending on the situation at hand. Despite this he has a slight streak of cowardice which he is usually able to conceal from companions but when facing probable death reveals itself; for example when most his fellow comrades fell in the battle of Khana he instead fled the battlefield at the point it became clear that his side could not prevail. While Darren is dedicated to continuing his mission to free the Tamarian people this is not entirely for unselfish reasons, he secretly fantasises about himself as becoming the leader of a new Republic of Tamar and being praising and loved by all his fellow citizens.
Biography: Well, I never thought it would come to this but here I am. My story started twenty seven years ago when I was born in my parent's manor house in a northern Tamarian town, I'd like to say it was an extraordinary event or there was some sort of sign but no... there was nothing particularly special about my birth. My earliest memories are mainly of my father as even after my younger sisters were born, he always spent more time teaching me about knighthood than anyone-else ever did. My childhood was mostly uneventful, my tutors didn't like the way I thought and only the threat of a beating from my father kept me working hard, something I'm very grateful for now. I was popular with the other children, partly because of my prowess in sports and fighting though as I got older I increasingly focused on improving the latter. Once I entered my teenage years I finally learned how to keep my objections to myself and quickly reaped the benefits: my father took me as a squire on a campaign and several years later, I became an official Knight of the Crown. I had to keep quiet about my religion being Kin since most the other knights were Lords of Creation followers but at the time this was a small sacrifice to make.
Initially, I served my new master with enthusiasm as I was sent journeying across the land: slaying bandits, arresting rebels and "encountering" the local women afterwards. It wasn't a bad life and I looked an impressive sight when kitted out in full shining armour, the King and the Ammon family emblem together upon my shield and my trusty broadsword by my side. After a while though I began to see through this to the flaws in my companions and our superiors; the corruption and selfishness that seemed to embody their attitudes and their lack of empathy for the common folk who seemed to suffer more and more every year. These were not the values I'd been taught a knight was supposed to hold, I decided, and so next time I met with my father I raised my concerns with him. His reaction wasn't at-all what I expected, he shouted and accused me of being disloyal to the King and my oath. He then pleaded to me to drop such traitorous thoughts and I told him I would, deep down though as I left for my next assignment in the city of Khana I was deeply confused.
There I found the situation was even worse, families were literally starving in many parts of the city as the crops in the farms nearby failed and this was exacerbated by the high taxes forced onto the populace by the local Duke of Clay. That evening I was invited to dine with him so I arrived at his banquet, only to be disgusted by the mountains of meat and delicacies piled up on the plates whilst just a few hours earlier I had witnessed little children crying pitifully from hunger pains while their parents begged passersby for any spare food. Later that night I found my way to a small Kin shrine and prayed for guidance, whether it was by destiny or coincidence I do not know but on the way out I began conversing with a member of the Free Peoples. To my surprise I found out the group advocated an idea part of me had long felt but never knew how to put words to, that people should be able to decide their own destiny and that resources should be divided up equally rather than held in the hands of the rich and powerful. I agreed to help and quickly became involved in collecting information for the Free Peoples, but also helping the poor when we could to surreptitiously gain their support. A few weeks later our leaders were arrested and an emergency meeting was held where many angry words were spoken and many more townspeople than I expected arrived. Some city guards approached to break up the crowd, starting acting rather too rough to people who were already close to the snapping point and... well... let's just say before we knew it the Duke was hanging dead by his guts from the castle walls and we had a town to run.
The news of our rebellion spread like wildfire across the land and of course less than a fortnight after our victory we heard that an army in the south was being raised to retake Khana. King Turin himself would lead it for the first time since the death of his father in battle over two decades ago. We thought he would be burning with rage but the first message we received from him was surprisingly calm, perhaps he hadn't liked the Duke as much as we had thought? It offered us generous terms, in exchange for surrendering without a fight he pledged not to re-instate the Duchy around Khana but to instead let the people of the city elect their own local council, a system that hadn't been used since ancient times. The inner ten of us who first read his offer knew that if we showed the letter to the townspeople, they would leap behind the terms in a heartbeat... but we wanted something better. Now that we had a taste of power, we didn't want to let go just yet and what had so recently been just a pipe dream, a free Republic of Tamar, was tantalisingly close. We curtly declined the King's offer and told the city folk that the Royal army was coming with the intentions of terrible vengeance, that we would need every able-bodied man we could get to defend ourselves. It was an exaggeration if not a lie but it was all for the greater good, we told ourselves.
A few rushed days of preparation were never enough come the day of the Battle of Khana, our walled city surrounded by rank upon rank of knights, multitudes of foot-soldiers and far behind the enemy lines the King's Royal tent. I could see from a glance that they far outnumbered our meagre volunteer army and that our fortifications were our only hope of survival. At dawn they attacked with battering rams and wide shields to protect themselves from what we threw down at them, in under an hour they breached the main entrance and poured into the city like frenzied ants. I realised at that point that we had no chance of prevailing that day and so while my comrades fought and died as martyrs for our cause I turned tail and escaped out through the back-gate. Thankfully in the ensuring carnage by the time it was found my body was not among the fallen I was already hiding amongst the border villages where no monarch, let alone Turin III, was popular or loved. I knew I couldn't return to my father, mother or sisters now I had broken my vow to serve the King and after a number of days of recovering from the failure of our revolution, I bid the kind family who were sheltering me goodbye and travelled over the north-western border into the Western Lands. I decided that although our cause had been set back, it's time must be close and so I began to journey into the wide world, searching for allies with whom I could one day return to Tamar with. And that, my friends, is the story of my life so far.
What the History Books Say: Extract from "Tamarian folk-heroes: A concise history"
Born in the north of Tamar into a family who had served as knights under the country's monarchy for over two centuries, there wasn't a great deal of indication during his childhood that Darren Ammon would be anything other than a typical loyal warrior. Being the oldest of four children and the only son meant that Ammon's father spared no effort in raising him to be a brave and capable fighter, as well as having him educated in the more academic subjects. Whilst he was perfectly fitting of his father's fighting image, Ammon took a different tact in his written studies. It is said that uncommonly for a squire he often questioned his orders and proposed his own ideas. His tutors wrote this attitude off as "childish disobedience" and beat the boy to teach him his place. As Ammon entered his teenage years this tactic seemed to have paid off as he stopped voicing opposition to his superiors and accompanied his father on several minor campaigns, eventually being knighted by the Duke of Clay in the name of the King at age eighteen for his services against the outlaws of Tyrone Forest. For almost a decade he served the Crown in a number of other conflicts and duties across the land, however it was only when he was sent to serve in the northern city of Khana near the place of his birth that he became more than a footnote in Tamarian history.
The early 8th century was a period of turmoil for Tamar, around the time of Ammon's birth the kingdom was engaged in a destructive war with the Imperial Empire in the east and only a combination of luck and internal struggles within the empire left the small southern country free, albeit without its king Manor VI who perished in the siege of Newport along with his eldest two children. The sole surviving heir was his five year old son who was dutifully crowned Turin III and for the next decade the Kingdom experienced a time of prosperity whilst it was run by the boy's mother and a cabinet of senior advisors from the capital city of Daramasuc. The boy-king grew up well-educated but sheltered and was ill-prepared for leadership when he came into full capacity at the tender age of sixteen.
At heart it seems that King Turin did care about his people and often tried to help them, but he was woefully ignorant about their day-to-day life and was surrounded by nobles who exaggerated, covered up and even sometimes downright lied to favour their own interests. In addition to that a childhood of special treatment and yes-men had left the King hugely vain and constantly insecure about his own image. In the year of 753 when that the great blight hit many farmer's livestock, particularly those in the north of the country where the local lords held much more power, stories began to circulate about the excesses and riches of the Royal Court in Daramasuc. To the northern population on the edge of starvation, these tales fostered resentment above all else.
There was second compounding factor that eventually led to the rebellion in the north. For the last half a century most southern Tamarians and the nobility across the entire country had been followers of the Lords of Creation, however the common folk in the north had by and large retained the native faith of Kin. Whilst the King himself promoted officially religious freedom for his subjects, many of the nobles who held great power in the north favoured fellow Lords worshippers and gave them privileges over those who followed other faiths. The Duke of Clay, who based his fiefdom in the city of Khana, took this policy to the extreme and combined with punitive taxes, strife was inevitable. It was here that Ammon found himself drawn to those who opposed the power of the monarchy and after a number of conversations agreed break his oath to the Crown and join their group, the Free Peoples. Ironically for an organisation that opposed nobility and rank, it wasn't any special leadership, intellect or even fighting ability that led to Ammon quickly gaining influence amongst the potential rebels but the unusualness of someone of his high status supporting their goal.
While the exact records of how the rebellion started are unclear, what's known is that in the morning of the day it begun the Duke of Clay had three of the group's top leaders arrested for conspiracy against the Crown. By the evening of that same day the Duke was castrated and hung by his intestines from his tower window whilst he was still alive. Noble families fled the city as the rioting commoners inflicted terrible retribution on anyone perceived to allied with the ill-fated duke, including foreigners and priests of the Lords of Creation whose temples were ransacked and torched until there was nothing left standing. Accounts of who started the violence are conflicting but many accounts on both sides point the finger squarely towards Ammon who supposedly convinced the other influential members that action was needed in response to the arrests. Later that night the leaders of the rebellion gathered together and declared their conquest to be the "Free City of Khana", an autonomous region within Tamar.
Despite the private feud between King Turin III and the Duke of Clay of which evidence only emerged many years later, his response was uncharacteristically quick as an army was rapidly spirited up from the southern counties and marched towards Khana with the King following at a safe distance behind. It is said that Turin offered the rebels the chance for peace in-exchange for surrender, however perhaps because of his low reputation amongst the city folk the offer was rejected and thus an attack was ordered. Despite their effectiveness during the initial taking of the city, the rebel's army were poorly equipped and most were untrained, meaning that once the city walls had been breached they stood no chance against more numerous Royal soldiers. The exact role that Ammon played in the battle is unknown, partly due to the lack of surviving witnesses afterwards, but what is known is that his body was never found and numerous unverified sightings around the Tamarian borders and in certain nearby regions of the Western Lands helped perpetuate the legend that he had become a folk hero who was still fighting the King from hiding and would one day return to fight another great battle. How much truth there is in these tales unknown but most historians nowadays believe that he did survive when collaborating evidence is taken into account...
I've introduced a new land, the Kingdom of Tamar, so to try to keep the world connected I've involved a couple of other nations and a religion mentioned by previous posters in it's history as well as annexing two cities which have been mentioned but haven't been given a location yet. If anyone has any objections to an inclusion please contact me and I'll happily change it. Note that I refer to Darren by his surname in the history section since that is the style generally used in historical non-fiction.
I've also used the same dating system as was used in earlier post, which I've worked out makes the present day in the RP as 753 under that calendar if I calculated correctly, if it isn't that again I'll gladly change it to the actual one. Any comments or criticisms would be gladly appreciated.
Edit: A some sentences have been improved and a few typo errors have been fixed, no details of importance has changed though.
