Clarifying since I got a few questions on it! You do not have to be from NA-W or join my county in order to suggestion a name or participate in the write up!

Only those joining the Advisor contest are required to be NA-W.

How do we keep the theme in mind for title suggestions? Do you mean the fact that it's roleplay heavy? Nothing else was mentioned from what I can see.

Posted By Quenya at 8:21 PM - Thu Sep 06 2018

How do we keep the theme in mind for title suggestions? Do you mean the fact that it's roleplay heavy? Nothing else was mentioned from what I can see.

Sorry for taking five ever to get back to you -- moving houses has eaten my time. But yeah, just keep the fact that it's RP-heavy in mind with name suggestions. Sometimes people have suggested like pop-culture references for names or stuff like that and I'd like to avoid that as it doesn't fit the lore.

I'll post here just in case. Wish you the best with the move in.

“A County?” A young man muses.

He rides his horse into what he thinks, despite what his map says, is a wilderness. Dark forests meet his eyes, lined with all sorts of eyes that watch him from afar. The sun attempts in vain to break through the trees, and at first he hears only the rustling of the leaves, the fighting of small mammals, and the fluttering of bird’s wings. Soon, he hears the torrent of running water, drowning out all else as he forces his fearful steed across.

He goes for miles, and the scene and situation is the same. And yet, when he knows he should feel fearful, he starts to see the beauty. The intermittent streams of light fill him with hope. The animals running around him become a source of both amusement and wonder, as he had never seen such strange creatures in his homeland in the Mountains. And the streams and lakes! Like jagged scars the streams winded across the land, only converging in lakes that glimmered in the sunlight like gold and silver.

He had gone through his share of settlements by this point, each with something unique to call their own. He had found that the people here were unusually cultured - each settlement, from a simple town to a towering, walled city, had a church. And what splendor he beheld at the behest of these churches. Even the smallest of them dedicated to the Two-Fold Queen had beautiful art, surely crafted by hand and painted with colorful radiance. He saw depictions of Blackheart’s past, of War Trisons leaping through green forests and emerald streams, of horses feeding on the forest edge. Likewise, he saw war, famine, and disease. But always he saw the Two-Fold Queen above it all, her hands in everything, creating balance in all things.

Despite these images of war, the people here were not militaristic. The man had observed the thrifty and hardworking nature of these people. Farmers toiled in the fields, with even old men and women working alongside their children in the fields which they had owned themselves. His horse, then old, had died. He had bought a new steed - one that was strong and capable. He saw all sorts of animals being bred, from otterbears to horses, and even War Trisons in the larger baronies and towns. Sometimes he would even have the pleasure to see such mounts being trained outside of the confines of the town. Young otterbears would play instead of listen, and Trisons would start to sleep despite the crying out of their riders.

Eventually, he made it to the capital. He was not disappointed.

Walls stretched from the gloom of the forests into the sky as mountains do from the lands below. Buildings in all shapes and sizes fit within, with all manner of folk walking, talking, and working, each with their purpose in mind. The roads were wide, accommodating the animal breeders which traveled in and out of the city, hoping to sell their strong animals of war. The chapel to the Two-Fold Queen was magnificent, with the doors kept open for the amount of people coming in and out daily to pray. The streets themselves looked old and worn, yet strong and durable. The market was filled with the sounds of traders, animals, and signs varying from grain and meats to alchemy and religious icons.

Old monuments and structures within the city, which was built along a river, told the man that this city seemed to predate the Kingdom itself, built during the Golden Days of the Collective Alliance.

One of these buildings was a grand manor, which matched the splendor of one belonging to the ruling class. Surely this is the Count’s residence.

He soon figures out the name of the City from a citizen. He is not surprised that it shares the name of the County.

It used to be called Bulbuculum, due to the people’s insistence on breeding animals. However, when the surrounding area became a County, they chose a new name.

Esquilón*, the City of Bells.

To this day, the County of Esquilón stands as the source of many animals of war, icons of the Al'tifali Faith, and a center of trade and commerce in the region.

*Esquilón: Large bell worn by cattle.

Nice entries so far! Keep in mind that today is the contests last day!

Name and write up prizes will be given out on the 19th (By that evening!) and the Advisor will be chosen on the 20th-21st since I got a huge last minute influx on those apps via PM and I've got to get through interviewing all of you.

Contest is over! Winners will be announced in the following days so stay tuned.

For the Winning Write up: Will be decided by tomorrow!

Runner up for the Write up: Will be decided by tomorrow!

For the Winning Name Suggestion: A tie! Too many good names imo! I'll be using one for my County and one for my town. Endeavor's suggestion of Esquilón and RainofNight's suggestion of Adrasteia were what caught my eye. (Will be contacting you guys as we speak.)

For the Winning Advisor Application: We have a tie! Grig and Kastivi have both been gifted a mayor package and formally appointed as my advisors!

Thank you very much for this opportunity.

For the Winning Write up: Endeavor again!

Runner up for the Write up: Grig!

It was tough to choose tbh!

Thank you very much!