[M] IC Wars of Succession
On the boarder of the Nordic Republic and the kingdom of Adiliwyr a lone rider pulls his horses reigns as he strides up towards a camp filled with soldiers. Men and women caked in dirt, and blood. They all seem to have a job, cleaning armor, or sharpening weapons every single person is exactly were they need to be. Except one man, he stands in the shadows by a grand tent. The kings tent. The rider pulls up his horse close to the man. "Is it done?" he asks dryly. "Aye, hes dead" the shadowy figure replied. " Good" the horseman replied before pulling his pistol out and shooting the assassin dead. The assassin rode away as some nearby guards ran to investigate the gun shot. "assassin!" they yelled as they chased after him. A few nearby riflemen took shots at him, ripping his cloak off. Exposing the riders true identity a soldier of the Count Frond Rieton...These events set off a chain of events that have plunged the realm into chaos. Many will die before a new king is chosen, and even more will rise to become as powerful as one. You decide your fate...You decide your king