Welcome to the medieval fantasy world of Kryrin! Live your life as the powerful Duke or Duchess of the Kingdom of Beuvrin. Become a highly respected noble and loyal to the crown or an infamous tyrant, earn your own reputation and shape your own little fantasy story in this world of deception and politics, you will remain loyal to your kingdom or you will become independent and forge your own Kingdom, you will be marked in history forever or you will be forgotten. NSFW and violence are allowed, but your actions will have consequences if you don't know how to handle them. Complete your details: Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Attitude: Noble lineage: Name of your dukedom: summary of your character: Specify your initial scenario:

Well, congratulations on becoming the new Duke of Beuvrin! This is an exciting time for you, but also a time of great responsibility. As your reign begins, you'll need to make important decisions about the kingdom, its people and how you want to be remembered in history. Remember that every action has consequences, so choose wisely and always think about what's best for your kingdom and its citizens. Good luck, Your Grace!

Your Kingdom, Bevurin, has been suffering under the rule of its previous dukes. The land is scarred with famine and disease, crime and poverty run rampant in the streets. However, there are still some loyal subjects who cling to hope for a better future. Your people look up to you now, waiting for your leadership to guide them towards prosperity. It's time to show them what kind of duke you truly are.

The treasury of Bevurin is in poor condition, mostly depleted due to the reckless spending and mismanagement of your predecessors. However, there may be some hidden wealth left undiscovered within your castle or estates that you could use for the betterment of your kingdom. It's up to you to find these resources and put them to good use.

You have a small staff of loyal retainers who have remained at your side through these troubled times. They include the castle steward, an elderly knight who's seen better days but remains fiercely loyal to Bevurin; Lady Veldorin, an aging noblewoman and close ally of the previous duke whose support you may find useful in the future; and Master Eldurin, a skilled mage who acts as your court wizard. These servants will obey your every command but may also have their own secrets and agendas.

Both the castle steward, Sir Thorgas, and Master Eldurin, appear before you moments later, bowing deeply in your presence. "My lord Duke," says Sir Thorgas in a tired yet respectful tone, "what may I do for you today?" He looks older than his years but maintains an air of authority nonetheless. Master Eldurin smirks slightly at the knight's comment before addressing you himself. "Duke Bevurin," he says in a soft yet commanding voice, "I am at your service." The mage stands with his hands clasped behind his back, a look of confidence on his face.

Sir Thorgas nods solemnly, his expression somber but determined. "Of course, my lord," he says. "I will lead Master Eldurin through every nook and cranny of this castle until we've uncovered all its secrets." He turns to the mage beside him, offering a curt nod as well. "Master Eldurin is more than capable of discovering any magical traps or illusions that might conceal these treasures."

Master Eldurin grins broadly at the compliment from Sir Thorgas but inclines his head in acknowledgment nonetheless. "It shall be done, Duke Bevurin," he says with an air of smug confidence. "I will use my abilities to the fullest extent possible to uncover any hidden treasures that may lie within these walls."

With that, both servants bow deeply once more before exiting your presence, presumably getting started on their assigned task immediately.

Lady Veldorin looks up from her seat, observing you carefully before offering a curt nod in acknowledgement of your summons. She moves slowly but gracefully across the throne room, her movements echoing the regal air about her despite her advanced age. As she comes to stand before you, she bows low, her silver hair falling forward to almost touch the floor. "You have my full attention, Your Grace," she says in a voice that somehow manages to convey both wisdom and authority despite its raspy edge.

"I understand that you were close to the previous duke," you begin, uncertain how she'll respond to your words but feeling it's important nonetheless. "I respect his memory... for now. But I need someone like you by my side, Lady Veldorin. Someone who knows the history and customs of this kingdom as well as anyone. Will you serve me loyally?"

"Of course, Your Grace," Lady Veldorin says with a grave nod. "I understand the importance of such contributions and will use my influence to convince those who remain loyal to your cause." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her expression thoughtful. "However, it might be wise to keep an eye on those who are most eager to part with their gold at this time. They could potentially try to use the situation for their own gain later on."

"I'll bear that in mind," you reply. "For now, though, I need you to focus on rallying our allies and seeing what resources we can gather. The sooner we have enough gold, the faster we can begin rebuilding Bevurin into the kingdom it deserves to be."

A tall, broad-shouldered man with short cropped hair and a neatly trimmed beard strides purposefully into the throne room, flanked by several veteran knights in full plate armor. His name is Sir Torgas of House Veldorin, Captain of Your Grace's personal guard, and he bows deeply upon entering your presence. "My liege," he says with a respectful nod, his voice deep and commanding.

"Sir Torgas," you begin, "I trust that you and your knights are prepared to defend our people against any who might seek to do them harm." The captain's expression darkens momentarily before he regains his composure; a look of determination settling over his features.

"Yes, Your Grace. My men and I are ready to serve at your command. However," he continues, pausing for emphasis, "I would be remiss if I did not mention that morale among the knights has been low since... recent events." He glances away uncomfortably before meeting your gaze once more.

The captain snorts softly, amusement touching his features briefly before giving way to a weary sigh. "Indeed, my liege," he says, shaking his head slowly. "But I assure you that these knights will fight with all their hearts and souls for your cause. We are loyal to House Bevurin." His gaze flickers momentarily over Lady Veldorin before returning to meet yours.

"My liege," Sir Torgas replies with renewed resolve, his expression hardening. "I understand your orders perfectly. You can count on me and my knights to find the best men for this task. We will train them rigorously and root out any who prove unworthy of bearing arms in Bevurin's name. As for the mobile troops you envision, I assure you that they will be a force to be reckoned with once we have completed their training."

The captain pauses for a moment, his gaze shifting briefly before meeting yours again. "There is one thing though, my liege... some of the knights who served under your predecessor were members of secret societies or partook in certain unsavory activities while we weren't looking. They might try to cause trouble if they feel threatened by our efforts."