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Right everyone I have an idea for the roleplay forum but I need feedback.

I've created this land called Althonia *admitedly from my book, but ok you can bash it to pieces later and we'll never talk of it again but...*

I ask you to read the information if your a roleplayer and decide if you can work with this background information just say yey or nay to this, if yey also poll for what time period suits you. Sorry if there are spelling and grammar errors I did this at 3.30 in the morning.

Wolfy-kuns has done a little banner for it




Althonia below



Now the problem is, would people be able to roleplay with a map like this?
And if given details on how the world works would you be interested?


Geography
Located inside the Bermuda Triangle in the Boreas Sea these islands lay under the three peoples.

Regency of San Helio

San Helio - Much like that of generic fantasy realms with a Mediterranean twist.

Isla Del Isoquia - Night freezing rain forest with tribes that live off the ground located on the sands that surround the island.


Cassians

Cassis - Climate and Temperament of England. Beautiful landscapes and mountain ranges. the Forrest of Asilo is a protected Forrest north east of the island.

Sepolito Gemma - A vast island covered in shifting sands. Nomadic tribes live on the island. There is a rumoured volcano underneath the sands.


Alliance of Ohrus

Lupatus - Chain of high mountains surrounded by ocean. Sharp craggy rock and a small number of plateaus. Nobody lives here, but there are ruins of life up there and special rare plants thrive in the altitude.

Exsilium - Forgotten prison island. Now thought to hold demons and ghosts.

Igenous Solitudo- Abandoned mining island. How an outcast haunt such a pirates and rebels.

Basically you see each of the islands above right. Each Island has a symbol that relates to its faction
San Helio: Regency of San Helio
Cassis: Cassian
Lupatus: Alliance of Ohras or Ohrainian

Technology
The indigenous people had a faster rate of evolution than the humans that surround them. Due to them being placed on this earth at the time of the dinosaurs in fully evolved human form. Form then on they evolved, causing in their technological advancements the extinction of the dinosaurs to name a few events. Their powers ended up relying highly on electricity which, when a power plant exploded, killed many people. Electricity is not used as a respect to the dead.

Instead the people use old technology of crystals. Which in their various forms, colours, inner etchings and configurations produce a desired effect, from powering systems, to landscaping, to creating beautiful fountains. There are no CO2 emissions or any damage caused to the worlds environment, which would become a beacon to their existence.

Their existence is hidden by the crystal technology and the Tempest Barrier. A wall of storms and surging currents that destroy any vestle that nears the islands. Nearly all people aboard are killed. A few get through and establish life on the islands. This is reflected in the eclectic mix of ethnics on the islands. The barriers are controlled by the Sirens. One at each of the four points of the edge of the territory.


Government.
Emperor/Empress x1 (Althea)

Leader of the Council - Chairman "x"

Council of providences (Representatives of the three peoples) x 12

Faction Council x 6

Island Council x 5

Local Representative x1

Imperial Guard

Wow, seems... complex. @.@

The plot - The storyline and explaination. Read carefully what the Chairman says.

The winds from Cantio started to subside from their ferocity allowing one single bird of paradise to fly from the crystal bastion, its wings golden to light the sun, deep azure to the eyes of the sea. It flew over the verdant lands of Casis in search for the one man it was sent to find and without much luck went to volcanic sands lying north, then to the east to the frozen rainforest, finally ending up flying south to the luxurious shores of San Helio. Here the bird flew to the council chamber in Axerath to deliver the letter attachted to its leg.

The council was already in mid discussion about amendment 11 which they had passed earlier that week and the repercussions it caused in Torma where two Sentinel leaders were executed instead of a group of Ordination as per the change by the Minister.

“Ah my lovely Elizabeth. “ Said the Minister, his furrowed brow and his brush of a moustache moved in unison. “I am sure the council knows what the arrival of the this bird means? The bird squawked as the letter was taken off from the golden miniature casket from which it was hidden. He unfolded the piece of paper over the polished oak table till its entirety was covered by the parchment.

“I still don’t get how the Empress can do that. If she really is still pure blooded it’s a bloody marvellous power.”

“You question the blood of the Empress Councilman Breton?” Retorted the Chairman with distinct disgust, he raised his had as though to signal the guards who lurched forward.

“No...no, please Chairman.” The hand was dropped, the guards relaxed and the table sighed relief.

“What do you see here?” Said the chairman showing off the bird of paradise.

“A deep purple bird with golden ribbons attached to its legs, feathers rich and vibrant.” Replied one of the councilman from the Regency.

“No, its brilliant orange in all of its fiery tones, with threads and bells attached to its legs.” Argued a Ohrainian

“You are all wrong.” Protested a councilman from Casis. “It reflects the bountiful harvests of our green crops and landscape. Hues of green and red intermixed into a delicate pattern, and its wearing one of those eye restraints and cap for hunting birds.”

“You are all right but wrong.” Our native bird of paradise reflects the true values of your own province but its not what the bird actually looks like. It is what it represents. Have you not heard the lore. Four times every season, every one hundred years the emperor or currently the Empress gives an audience to the current Chairman to update her personally on the workings of their nation. I have had this plan in back of my mind a while now if the time ever arose. I am planning to allow someone from the empire, someone from the everyday life, to take my place. I will select that someone myself.”

“Hang on one minute Chairman. You really expect us to belive you will choose the right person, let alone not go yourself. What are you up to?

“Nothing Councilwoman. Only trying to give a sense of reality to the Empress to help her get a better idea of the world she now lives in. Politics is not her strongpoint.”

“That seems reasonable Councilman, but the Ohrainans belive we will not be fairly represented.”

“Fine select one of your best men or women and I’ll…I’ll create a competition between all those represented. The chairman thought for a minute. “I have it, the Chameleon Lighthouses and their respective Temples on each island. We give each competitor a jewel and a scroll that will grant different rewards in the temple. Then jewel needs to be placed in the lighthouse itself so that the light shines on the Crystal Bastion. Each competitor will have a different colour. When all lighthouses are lit we can judge by the colour who has won. To keep it fair we will start them out in a random location on that island using a teleportation engraved crystal. Then when each lighthouse has been lit we can recall them from the same crystal.” Just as those last words were uttered a man burst into the room with a cold sweat upon his face, his clothes tattered and his spirit half broken.

“It’s that man from earlier in the week, that Rodentia bloke. Didn’t he mention the Empress was missing?” The council gasped and started to gossip like they did before when the news was wildly exclaimed.

“Sorry to burst in on you like this Chairman but there are two Sentinel women outside who have knocked the guards unconscious and demanding satisfaction, could we have everyone evacuate the building please. If you check the painting next to the window to your left you will see a small door. Please enter the painting and use that as an exit to the street. Carriages are waiting behind the building to your left.”

“Wasn’t he stark raving mad? Where did all this normality spring from?” Asked one of the councilman to the chairman.

“Ladies and Gentleman could you please exit through the painting to the left. I will talk to Mr Rodentia and try to tackle these women alone. Thank you.”

Half an hour later the word of this competition had spread, not only through each island council but through the subcultures and smaller internal factions. All three provinces had their own ideas on who would make the ideal candidate but could nether discriminate from who they had chosen so their own groups were set up in hope that if they had a group the other islands would have only one person representing and so they would win. However the Valeons, the Ordination, the Sentinels, and some of the other powerful families on the continent had listened to the same grapevine an cottoned on to the idea that they could change their situation for the better. If they could get five minutes alone with the Empress, the world would chance. Not just inside the Tempest Barrier, but for the whole of humanity.

*jaw drops to the floor* Dang. That is an awesome plot right there. The archipelago of islands you created is incredibly detailed, which is both a curse and a blessing. It seems like it would amount to a very good story, however I have to admit that I've never roll-played before. I was thinking about starting here, but this seems a bit complicated for me. I'll start somewhere else, and perhaps once I get the gist of it, I'll try my luck here.