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A post stapled to Dyonne's door, and for anyone to read, "While the Island of Nevaehlen does indeed contain within its walls a military known as the Greenblade, it is insufficiently organised. The Greenblade lacks structure to command its forces in the field and specific unit elements that would help lead it into success. This results in its inefficiency and lack of ability to scale into a large fighting force in the given moment, which would be remedied by the following recommendations: institution of officers and the institution of small-unit tactics. Both would remedy the lacking structure and elements, allowing for distinguished successes on the field. The institution of officers would allow for the further structuring of the military into allowing objectives to be determined and achieved rapidly. The benefits of a proper officer corps are numerous and shall briefly be listed here. An officer can provide efficient decision-making as they will be the sole individual in control of the unit instead of many voices speaking outwards in the field of battle; an officer can force the upholding of unique professionalism & ethical conduct stands by being the one that the unit must answer to; an officer, through their specialised knowledge and expertise, can effectively plan & adapt to their evolving threat environment; an officer can preserve institutional knowledge by training & mentoring junior officers; and finally, an officer can maintain morale and cohesion by assessing risks & making informed decisions for the betterment of the health of the squadron. Furthermore, a cohesive officer corps ensures unity of command, where decisions are centralised and communicated clearly with all other command elements. To speak as to the implementation of the officer corps, Dyonne has brought up that the Vigilants may act as a military officer corps in their own right. I disagree that this is the best course of action, as the Vigilants seem to also have day-to-day civilian governmental responsibilities that would be detracted from. Furthermore, in historical pasts, introduction of civilian leadership to operational command tends to lead to conflicts & confusion of authority within the ranks, leading to a detraction of a clear military hierarchy. It also should be noted that maintaining a clear distinction between civilian and military leadership would preserve public trust in both institutions - ensuring that the military serves the Vale as a whole, rather than any particular interest group. I, instead, believe that we should have the Vigilants setting goals for the military to achieve and oversight to extend that the military works within the framework of accountability to the populace, whilst initially recommending individuals to promotion for the officers. The institution of small-unit tactics will also benefit the Vale’s populace in its entirety. These would indicate groups of four to six people led by the officers as discussed. These squadrons would be trained to assault, defend, and work towards objectives. These squadrons would be led by an officer, supported with a medic, use a specific alchemist for base of fire, and have a scouting element to it. This would have to be implemented after the officer corps. It is the recommendation of this memo that we start organising the Greenblades using proper military officers that would be schooled entirely in small-unit tactics under the instruction of myself and Ahren, as a result of our experience in both." Pings that I forgot to do: @Candle

Name: Ivan var Ruthern Age: 20 Residence: Marsana Did you fill out the Census? Da (IGN: ) WaveLincoln (Discord:) wavelincoln

Alf Vuiller, a man late into his life, and even further into his own ruin pondered that man. Alberic. Alberic had always been there, had always been kind. The elderly Vuiller narrowed his gaze on the horizon, but it was not a feeling of loss that filled his abyss-tainted heart. It was rage. Rage that the best among the flock always suffered the most. It was in these moments that Alf decided he would not allow himself to suffer any longer. Alf turned away from the dying light of the sun and strode deeper into the keep, there was work to be done.

"The Mountain speaks a great song: The Left-Handed Path." The Chosen spoke.

Receiving the letter, the Uruk would read it before reciting a prayer to Kor himself. Once he read the contents of the letter, he would grab a shovel and walk over to the shore of the lake surrounding Caza de Lur. "Latz will be remembered ziztur agh mi will make zhure latz get a proper burial." He solemnly says to himself, as he begins to dig a grave and prepare for the burial of his good friend.

Long ago amidst the fields outside of the Jade State, a military dictator remembered the images of the crying goat surrounded by occultist iconography and how potent power had been offered to that long lost friend who camped in those fields. ”Souka, they must think they’re in Yopinawa kakakaka!”

A soft breeze rustled a nearby tree, stirring her from her sleep. Beckoned to bear witness, she looks upon Villorik now. Amaya had never relished fighting or bloodshed, and Villorik knew this. If only he could hear me, she thought. If only . . . . . and suddenly, somehow, in a burst of golden light, Amaya was in that summer field again. "You don't have to kill her." "There is peace found in redemption, Villorik, and mercy found in peace," uttered the long-dead Queen. "Choose peace." And when he did, Amaya's soul could finally rest.

Another Agy lore to add to the books! +1 TOTEMS

Holy Ser MacSkaul would sit in his study while reading the missive. As he finished reading he would pray for the dead before going to check up on his wounded men.

Luthriel sighs, "We really need to be trying harder to retain our vassals and citizens. This is becoming absurd."

[!] A strange, deranged parchment makes its way into libraries around Aevos. It lacks a name, a title, and everything save for the text between the illustrations. The Survival of the Fittest is nature’s most fundamental law. All progress is derived from it; it compels the wild creatures to be stronger, and it compels civilizations to be greater. It mercilessly culls what is weak and rewards what is strong. For all of existence, sentient life has been bound by this law. Because of this, reality is trapped in a never ending cycle of violence. What was weak becomes strong, and what is strong is made weak in the face of new strengths. And thus, even the strong will eventually fall victim to the cruelty of this world. Existence is filled with suffering, but it is also filled with beauty. If only we could break from the cycle of evolution and find a new way to progress - one that prioritizes beauty and minimizes suffering. The deities seem greater than us in every way, but they too are chained to this cycle. Verily, they are chained even more than we are! For they have fixed natures, and therefore can only progress their might and control. We, however, possess flexible natures, and are capable of rebelling against our own vices. Because of this, we alone possess the power to rebel against the cruelty that otherwise saturates nature. Individuals must first learn to forsake all desires save the desire for the greater good. Yes, they must not be selfish, but they must also give up their reliance on families and tribes and cultures. Dedication to one’s tribe leads to hatred against outsiders and irrational loyalty to insiders. The cycle of violence in descendants is primarily not promulgated by individual selfishness, but by the desire to avenge a “victimized” group. Read. Listen. Seldom are wars raged because “our nation is great and ought to control the world!” Instead, a nation will produce a list of the crimes committed against them by an enemy as an excuse to war with them. Citizens perceive their nations’ enemies not as merely weak, but as evil. Nonetheless, nations are crucial to the pursuit of progress. Through the enforcement of laws, governments are able to prevent individuals from hurting each other for selfish gain, thus forcing citizens to form symbiotic relationships. Governments are also capable of drastically influencing their citizen’s beliefs, and thus present a powerful mechanism by which faith in The Greater Good can be promoted. Ideally, a nation wishing to devote itself to The Cause will enforce strong laws against every sort of disadvantageous behavior, be it unauthorized meddling with darkspawn, physical violence, laziness, or harmful beliefs. The nation must not, however, use violence to enforce these laws. The reason for this is twofold; if violence is normalized, the state will not exercise discretion in using it, and the state will inevitably cause more suffering than blessing. Furthermore, violence leads to the people losing trust in their government, and it gives foreign nations fodder for negative propaganda. Thus, a nation should prioritize utilizing the forces of peer pressure, propaganda, and religious fervor to reshape the public’s belief system. Next, should an individual prove to be troublesome, drugging, verbal struggle sessions, Only when a citizen demonstrates that they are utterly uncontrollable should physical punishment, imprisonment, or execution be considered. Though again, violence should not be made a spectacle lest the public become outraged or foreign nations start to judge. The reason why the state must be so aggressive in promoting The Cause is that, despite it being the only good cause, it is a deeply unpopular cause. It seeks to upheave descendent nature. Thousands of years of natural selection has led to our natures being deeply short-sighted. We are most often selfish, caring only about the needs and wants of ourselves or our family and friends. Many are less selfish, but still tribalistic, caring only about the victory and glory of their country or religion. Even altruistic motives are flawed; we despise any amount of descendent sacrifice, even if it is required for long-term progress. The long-term process of creating a utopia in the distant future is too tedious to capture the instinctual hearts of descendants; the state must play a role in keeping these brutish desires in check, and in inspiring citizens to pursue the highest goal. Once such a government has been established, it must ensure that its nations’ internal affairs remain as close to utopia as possible. This will mean that the government does not merely focus on long-term goals, but that it also devotes a significant amount of energy towards strengthening its economy and military and increasing its population. Once strong, the nation must set its eyes on expanding its power, though not through direct wars of conquest. It should ally itself with other nations that are likely to go to war and win. Then, in fighting for foreign causes, it can win for itself land or resources. This allows the ideal nation to expand its borders without that expansion appearing as its only goal. Should the nation find itself an actual enemy, economic, information, and population warfare should be considered before actual violence. Eventually, we can hope that such a nation will provide a beacon of hope to reality. It shall set aside all morals and tribes and desires for the Greater Good. It shall be stalwart in its pursuit of eternal utopia, and it shall give those of us who long for a perfected world hope and peace.

Chambery Culinary Festival 5th of the Grand harvest year 179 SA The Free City of Chambery invites you to a lovely little culinary festival to be hosted on its main square! All the restaurants and local brewers will be putting ou their best foods and drinks and also give out some free Samples paid for by the Free City of Chambery! This will be an event of culinary delight, were you can eat yourself through the best foods that Chambery and the Petran Valley has to offer, In addition a wine tasting will be hosted, where you will be able to sample the best wines the Petran River Valley has to offer! If you wish to participate in the festivities, bringing your own local foods or drinks just contact the Bourgemestre of Chambery Nicolas von Wittenbach ((EtowTheSaltyCat) To get a stand on the city square! We look forward to seing you and delighting you with a day of great food and great drinks

The Recently crowned Lich comes to hear of these deaths, a cackle resonating throughout its ribcage, as tenebrous smog leaks from its form. With understanding of soul, and mastery of bone, the Gravelord knew it was only right to summon forth those soldiers. "Our accord has been struck, and a deal is to be completed. You shall rise once more, Radmir"

"Nature - (Flowers, vines, azaleas, kelp, bamboo, APPLES, spores, drip leaf, pickles, etc.)" Does this work? Did this ever work?

Kristoff var Ruthern enjoys reading through the history of her majesty’s family, “My ancestors followed John into that desert, and we shall stand by you now and always.”

- VOLUME ∞: Penance in the Lore Purgatory - Fjarriagua Amendment: Of Tormented Treats and Cursed Tricks [Take Two] Part One: CURSED TRICKS OLD LORE: NEW LORE: Part Two: TORMENTED TREATS OLD LORE: NEW LORE: PURPOSE: Feedback given after the previous version’s denial have been implemented as best as I could manage. Full list of changes from the previous version shown here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1n-Ua9mVpl_DKFGPEXTBzy0mxhJkz9H9UGzRiCq6bXJ0/edit?usp=sharing CREDITS Writing by Agy (I also wrote this!) Editing and help from Diogen! Music by Studio Thumpy Puppy Art in order of appearance by: davidwyatt2013 and Gustaf Tenggren Mechanics borrowed by Diogen's Fjarriagua Rewrite CHANGELOG Nothing yet…!

Renata Alba had her daily letters all delivered, flipping through each with some boredom before noting one with the Amador sigil. The Infanta perked up considerably, then! "What sort of gift? Hm,"

Lesha had not spoken to him in many years. She deemed him a lost cause at the time. Too pious, to patriotic. It would come as a shock if she knew he was married after all. She feels no sorrow that he is gone. But it is a shame. It really is a shame. He was fun, in his own way. He had initiative. Potential. He accomplished things. He seemed like a decent enough person. Lesha has a new plaything now. Still. She does wonder if Radmir ever learned how to dance.

Llora reads the missive and then glances at the vineyard with utter disbelief. "Is this real life?" she asks to herself. "Two nations that have been rivals for how many years, now on a truce?" Llora grabs her glasses to read the missive all over again. With no more words to spare she'd place down the missive to take a moment, she enters her kitchen to prepare herself a cup of tea. ". . Alright. ."

The Mourn of a Cerusil A hallowed gaze would befall the passage left unto her withered door... Tempest breeze passed through the very scape of the stricken Cerusil's abode through any crevice it might find... Thus, setting the somber stage that was to unfold whenst the former Mordu'lar would come to face the travesty that steadied in weight within the limp paper that resided in the scape of her grasp. As her gaze would come to travel the page, Senna's eyes would subtly tremble just as it had for the numerous letters that had come before it, entailing a similar fate that had befell an insurmountable sum of her cherished talonnii. Be it her sibling, cousin, or her own child, no soul would seemingly be spared of this heinous treachery... Hues of purple then forth would trickle from the flickering Cerusil's stare with a revolving cloudlike haze soon to follow that's tinge reflected the flickered embellishment of her gaze... Its existence sought suffocate the humble dormitory from where the Cerusil remained, similarly to the pained agony that ensued upon her very being.. When shall the death cease towards those she holds dear? Do the stars truly spite her? What God might truly relish in this undeserving damnation she couldn't help but fathom in question... And just as she had the former... The missive would be lit ablaze... Only ashes would remain upon her silent departure... A word not dared to be spoken in the trail of her midst

"Azdrazi and Paladins are two sides of the same weird GODless coin." Brother Ninnias states wisely "Paladins also eat newborns"

Irelia Py'lire skimmed the missive with sorrow-filled eyes upon the announcement of the Cerusil and Py'lrie offical divorce. The elder was at a loss of words of the news that riddled the woman with heartbreak. However, she understood each reason that arised from both Aleran and Nefeli...

Norido would exclaim excitedly "Ayyyy I like what I'm seeing! Ave Xion! Long live Xion! I'd also like to give a nod to the extremely supreme Castien, they're great too!"

“o’I do wonder w’at their military structure looks loike nowadays…” Muttered the old Valeseer, reading up on the ongoings of his once-peoples.