The Adventures of Marco Baldovino

OOC placeholder: this thread will be the rp thread for the accidental visit of Marco Baldovino Laurentino Apollinare Concetto Caltabiano-Carloni Chrysalus Nertomarus Pleusicles Porphyrius Nicobulus Aurelius di San Meuccio of Rocova to Belsegallia, details are still being discussed atm


His eyes slowly opened as he began to regain conscience. He could feel pain throughout his body. Luckily, it didn’t seem like he was inflicted with any serious injuries. Slowly, he got up. Looking around him was the wreckage of a large and magnificent airship, a revolutionary, yet nevertheless experimental, way of travel. He could feel the cold freezing air around him, and instinctively grabbed as much cloths as he could to cover himself up from the harsh weather. As he finishes covering himself with enough cloth, -at least to a point where he could ignore the temperatures-, he could remember his name.

Marco Baldovino Laurentino Apollinare Concetto Caltabiano-Carloni Chrysalus Nertomarus Pleusicles Porphyrius Nicobulus Aurelius di San Meuccio

ah yes, Rocovan nobleman from the House of San Meuccio, of the Order of Serenio, not to mention explorer and diplomat extraordinaire, he thought to himself.

He covers his face with a few more cloth before leaving the captain’s cabin. Outside was layers and layers of snow, covering the entirety of the shipwreck, with bodies of dead guards scattered about. His cuirass and other parts of his armor, including his great sword, are covered by the layers of cloth keeping him warm. He took whatever supply that could help keep him warm and left the shipwreck, hoping to find whoever, or whatever, lives in this cold and snowy land.


”It’s becoming quite misty outside, isn’t it?”

Countess Angela L’irelia stood outside in a forest in the county of Dorikara with a contingent of guards as she supervised her husband, who was busy fishing for flowers to put in a garden.

”Yes. Rain is unlikely, but it will be difficult to fly home if it fails to subside.”

Countescina Fuyuko L’irelie was kneeled down at the edge of a pond so that he could inspect a collection of water lilies that lived in it. After giving one of the flowers a close look, he reached over to one of the plants and took some seeds from it.

”This is the last plant that I need; we should be able to leave now.”

”That’s nice, sweetie, but we won’t be able to see well enough to fly back home with this much mist still around; is there anything else that you want to look for while we wait?”


Just as Fuyuko said this, everybody present heard loud crash emanate from some distance into the forest.

”Was that a fir spider?”

”That didn’t sound much like a tree falling down, but there isn’t anything else around here that it could be. Did you want to go look at it while we wait for the mist to clear, sweetie?”

Fuyuko nods.


After a short walk towards the direction of the noise, the group began to encounter scattered debris in the form of broken wood planks, metal fragments, lengths of rope, and other miscellaneous scraps.

”What’s all of this from?”

”I have no idea; I certainly wasn’t informed of anything like this being here. Perhaps it might be better for you to stay here while some of the guards go ahead?”

Some time later, the guards returned with news that there was a crashed airship of unknown origin and with multiple fatalities near their location.

”Oh, my. This is something that I need to report to Duchess Priscilla, but nobody can fly in this weather. In the meantime; Fuyuko, sweetheart? Can you come over here? I want you to stay next to some guards while we wait; I wouldn’t want you to run into anything dangerous that the airship was carrying while we wait.”


Just as Fuyuko, who was standing further away from the crash site, began to walk towards Angela and the other guards, he heard a faint rustling sound emanate from the underbrush of the forest to his right and turned to see a large figure with its face obscured stumble out towards him.



Baldovino left the crash site in hopes of finding anyone or anything that can help him in his current predicament. However, all he could find is the snowy forest and bushes that his ship crashed in. He could only feel as if all hope was lost, as if he was going to die in this cold, snowy land alone, without his family or friends ever knowing what truly happened to him.

there truly seemed to be no hope, he thought to himself.

Just as he began to lie down and wait for Saint Death to guide him to the Creator, Baldovino heard something coming from the crash site. Ignoring it and deciding that it was his mind playing tricks on him. But the sound kept getting stronger.

the mist?.. no… that’s chattering, he thought to himself as he slowly approached the site once again. This time with a tint of hope glistering through.

He slowed to a pace as he got closer, hiding behind vegetations so that his presence was kept hidden. He could see dozens of, what seemed to be two women and a dozen guards. He could faintly hear what they were saying but couldn’t be sure. As he approached closer, he could hear these people speak, but could not understand what they were talking about. OOC: While this RP is written in English, Baldovino and the Belsedoris are speaking different languages

well, that’s certainly not a language I’ve ever heard of, he said to himself before approaching these strangers further.

He could faintly see the appearance of these strangers, the guards seems to be wearing what appeared to be enchanted metallic plate armor, and were carrying halberds, a weapon also used in Rocova. He slowed down once he is at a close enough distance to these people.


His heart skipped a beat. One of the foreigners heard the noise and approached the bush he was hiding in. The foreigner was wearing what appeared to be a white dress with white lace-trimmed gloves and long sleeves. He knew that at this moment, he might as well have lost his head. He decided, for better or for worse, to simply reveal himself before he gets into any sort of trouble with these people. But as he appears out of the bushes, the woman screamed, alerting everyone else of his presence. He quickly raised his arms, gesturing that he wasn’t holding any weapon, but it was too little too late.


Fuyuko tripped on a branch that was buried in the snow as he hastily stepped backwards away from the figure in front of him, causing him to fall into a sitting position on the forest floor only about fifteen feet away from it. He quickly covered his face and eyes with his pale blue-feathered wings almost immediately after, as much to shield himself from a physical attack as to avert his eyes from the weapons being carried by his guards as they quickly jumped in front of him. Angela soon followed with them after drawing a longsword, interposing herself directly between the figure and Fuyuko.

Angela herself was about to order the guards to attack when she noticed that, despite the heavy obscuring effect of the cloth that it was wrapped in, the figure looked somewhat humanoid. Feeling that it would be prudent to determine whether this individual was one of the airship’s crew members, she decided to cast a translation spell that Belsedori used to interact with other aerial races and see whether the figure responded to language.

”Under the authority of and as a representative of Her Majesty, I hereby order you to state your name and purpose here at once.”


Magic users, he thought to himself. He suddenly understood what these people were saying. Hoping that the intelligibility is both sided, he responded.

“Please, I mean no harm. I am Marco Baldovino Laurentino Apollinare Concetto Caltabiano-Carloni Chrysalus Nertomarus Pleusicles Porphyrius Nicobulus Aurelius di San Meuccio, from the Most Serene Republic of Rocova. I was stranded here after my ship crashed into these lands. Again, I mean no harm to any of you.”

Emphasizing the last part, he hopes that these people would spare him from whatever nasty fate he would’ve been destined to.