ROLEPLAY HQ - exiled-royalty

Miren, a relatively small, but dense planet hidden in the Perseus veil, had been home to Mirenien for millenia. A peaceful and kind species of craftsmen and women that mainly kept to themselves. the enviroment was tropical, and wildlife fierce, competition for resources was fierce, but developed via sporting events rather than warfare, such was the will of the Gods. The cities were naturally built INSIDE of the MASSIVE trees of the sprawling forests of the planet, leaving them as mainly invisible to the world around them. Numbering 6 billion, the Mirenien had mastered spaceflight 300 years ago, and discovered their first mass relay another 60 after. A small species on the galatic stage, they had shared an embassy with the Quarians, inhieriting it after the Quarians were booted from the Citadel. Now mostly irrelevant to galatic politics, they made their niche by being some of the finest craftsman in the galaxy, trading their skills for resources and money. The Lein dynasty had ruled over the planet for 6 generations, each generation growing more and more lax with their policy, at least until the latest, Me.... (edited)

07:30

----------------- Today was the start of a normal day for the Prince, who rose early, interacting amicably with the household servants, and getting an update from the Heralds and courtesans. With father aging as he was, oftentimes I was left as the 'regent' for lack of a proper term. I descended from the dormitory area, dressed in a light, but durable fabric, loosely fitted to my top, and more tightly fit to my lower half, a very typical appearance for a man of our people. 'Meeting with father first, then to breakfast, then off to public appearance.' I thought to myself, as I disappeared into Father's chambers, where the ancient man lay, wracked by the rot from within. A shame we lacked the resources to cure it properly. The meeting was like many others, simply relaying the state of affairs, and getting his input on critical issues, before wishing him well, and exiting, where inevitably my personal guard would be waiting. (edited)