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The foul berry has taken more of the lives of horses than any Warclaim in the history of LOTC has. The foul berry makes our cavalry bleed - it only makes us suffer, even in the face of the menial satisfaction that the berries themselves grant us. The redness of the berry is marked in its deepness by the blood of the horses that saturate the soil beneath them.

Alwyn la croix bent over and peered at the missive - his focus stuck to the rude comment, he began a rant to himself, "Ah, good sir or madam, dost thou not consider the weight of thine words when thou dost wield thy quill upon yon parchment? Verily, ink once spilled upon the page is as the die cast, forever marking the annals of time with thine unkind sentiments! Pray, dost thou not heed the permanence of thine actions? As the ink doth dry upon the page, so too doth it etch itself into the very fabric of history, a testament to thine folly for all eternity." He rose to the sky, fist thrown to the air, "But fret not, dear compatriot of the quill, for I bring tidings of solace! Should the sting of remorse beckon thee to action, let not the ink dictate thy penance. Nay, instead, let us embrace a more visceral approach! With resolve born of righteous fury, we shall grasp yon parchment with the strength of a tempest's fury. Tear it asunder, rending the very fabric of its existence, as a declaration of defiance against the unkindness it bears witness to." "Let us join forces, thou and I, in a quest to undo the transgressions of thine ink-stained past. Together, we shall cleanse the parchment of its textual sins, and in so doing, restore harmony to the annals of history! Oh Bless thy Godhunt! I shall bring forth thy RUIN!" He grabbed the addition to the missive and RIPPED it from the parchment - tearing it to shreds.

[!] Flyers would be nailed into the noticeboards across Aevos Seeking: An Experienced Tutor in Alchemy & The Void My studies into the life of Saint Avenel of Belvitz, blessed be his name, have brought me great knowledge. However, I wish to understand his work to a greater degree than that of a layman or that I may accomplish with books & tomes. I am seeking a teacher who is an expert in the craft of alchemy. In addition, if anyone be willing, I’d like to speak with an expert on a wide variety of Voidal Magics. I’d prefer to speak to those with a background in the true faith of Canonism. Write back to me if you believe you fit the criteria. If you must, you may drop off any information at Fort Alba in Enswerp (across the river from Lemon Hill). Signed, John Valentinus Alstion OOC: My IGN is Sebbysc, and I'd prefer someone write a letter to me before coming-up with a time to meet in-game. Thanks!

To Ser Stefank Montelliano of the Legion of Saint Godwin, Please!! Despite the passage of time, my desire to join the Legion and serve my people of the Heartlands has not wavered, and has such only grown. It would be my honor to join your men, and call them my brothers and sisters in arms. God Bless You, Her Royal Highness, Adalia Morgana Temesch of the Petra, Archduchess of Vallagne, Princess of the Petra, Countess of Torm Marian

"Oi donnaeh even loikeh hammers." Says Sigrun Stonehammer, finding such tools stupid.

We who have bled shall be redeemed We who have fallen shall be remembered We who have sacrificed shall be rewarded We who have died shall be avenged It has been forty-four years since the shadow fell over the Kingswood. Forty-four years that we, the Númenedain, have bested the hardships of. The spirit of the Númenedain is eternal and that which is eternal cannot die. Our enemy was a shaded beast, a geist with no name and no soul. In turn, the name Delgorthad, the Horror-Wraith fell from the lips of our Tar-Caraneth, to at last address this enemy. This predator, hunting, stalking, killing, all for feeding its endless primordial hatred and hunger. It has been dealt with now, driven back into its den and slain, reduced once more to the shadows that it had come from. Weeping, screaming, and dying, finally. We are free at last. Cálienë of Caladras Templar of the Aengul Malchediael and Knight of the Realm The Complete Timeline: The Rise and Fall of Delgorthad The First Missive OOC This post is a timeline and a special thank you for @DAENGIEfor his work over the last eight to nine months. He has lovingly and carefully planned, prepared, and ran most of this event line by himself for our community. He is a talented storyteller who has a gift for influencing the emotions of those he tells those stories with. This event line has inspired a million and one little moments between players, or even between players and NPCs, that have been beautiful and heartbreaking but most importantly- amazing. The last couple months especially have been a ride. As the event line came to a close, I opted to begin work on this timeline, so that everyone who came to interact with it had an idea of what was going on. Because I'll be honest- and I'm sure you can tell- there is a LOT of lore that was put out for us to keep track of! Thank you to everyone who attended these events over the months! And thank you to @DAENGIE for all his hard work. ❤️❤️Remember to thank your Event Team Members and to support your local ET Friends! ❤️❤️ Now! Enjoy some screenshots taken by folks over the event line. Sources will be cited based on discord usernames, rather then forum usernames. Mostly because that's a lot of work and people don't usually have identical usernames. Sorry! Thanks, Target Practice! (MIne) The Ghost Skirmishes & The Queen's Siege Fell Omens Speaking with the Heartwood, Muriel What Remains of the West Watch Various Skirmishes & Deeds The Great Distraction The Minas Morgul-ification of Caladras The Ar-Aduniam Siege of Numenost The Final Event If you've got screenshots that I haven't included here, please feel free to post them. Thank you to Daengie, again, for all the work he put into this event line for us! And thank you to everyone who attended them! See you next time on the Daengie Cinematic Universe!

"They left quite the impression, did they not?" HEDWIG OF WARSOVIA replied in tandem with her husband. She was beginning the next volume of her work, The Royal Tour of Alba: Free City of Chambery, in their little holiday home, the candlelight in their chamber flickering with the final flames of the night. "I dare say that we have high expectations now." Putting down her quill did she peer over towards CHARLES ALSTION with a gleam in her eye. "A good idea it was for both of us to engage with our future vassals. A success, surely. Knowing them personally has left me feeling rather inspired."

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"Père, nous voilà.." a musing, affectionate sigh, foreshortened unto sun-touched lips, as quill writ to parchment. A bow, lacing the slip, unto a messenger kestrel's talons, naught a moment long thereafter.

I'M IN YOUR WALLS I'M IN YOUR WALLS I'M IN YOUR WALLS I'M IN YOUR WALLS I'M IN YOUR WALLS I'M IN YOUR WALLS

No funny quip or any shout for the man, only dead silence from the undead surrounding "Todd" as he explained the news to his comrades. "Todd" didn't seem enthusiastic either, "A mad mage has fallen before he could join Iblees' hand in becoming a great warrior. We lost a good rival and a great chance.. Let us bow our heads for the mad mage and find out who managed to dispose of our puppet.." The undead seemed to bow their heads in silence, "Todd" wandering off to armor himself to hunt for something. Soon.

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𝕮𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖌𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝕲𝖔𝖙𝖜𝖆 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖀𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞! Greetings Citizen! I am one Viktor Gotwa, a soldier of the Regiment, worker and resident of the grand city of Portoregne. And in this short missive I shall enlighten you as to why a vote for Gotwa is a vote for Security, Unity and Prosperity! In the Matter of Security I aim to pass legislation that would support the Regiment of Saint Lothar, increasing their funds and the ability to defend Balian. For the soldiers who defend us should receive ample benefits and a pay worthy of their duties! In Matters of Unity I aim to pass legislation that would remove discrimination and injustice from our lands to grant rights to all citizens and empower them to reach greatness! A voice for all citizens, no matter their class, rank or place of work! In Matters of Prosperity I aim to make sure that accountability is enacted to the taxes that all of us pay, no more of meaningless expenditures and the removal of extremely high taxes! The tax taken from the people must be used for the people! Glory to Balian! All I ask, from you, is your support and vote to make this dream a reality!

THE CIRCLE OF WAR As the Titan spoke in 180 SA. @Islamadon@femurlord [!] Several Men of Hazum, led by Bor’Ak Khan and his right-hand man, Dur’gis @Titanium430 could be seen herding a large caravan of mammoths away from the relatively safe Hazum Encampment, carrying supplies, food and other important resources as well as weapons of war, both handheld, and those of siege, crude cannons carved of logs and several sets of mighty ballista, All moved by the elephantine beasts of burden into the Nichi-Jin Temple before being set down, ready for all valiant warriors of “Uncle O”. . . Soon the infernal forces of Gashadokuro would know what war truly was, a circle, and who best to fight in it than those who already dwell in one? A large wooden cannon is wheeled into the forward most border-post, it being stuffed with a oaken capsule filled with scrolls, such being fired into the ruins of the currently occupied Flower Capital for all dark forces within to gaze upon. TO THOSE FOUL INFERNALS SMART ENOUGH TO READ - You know not of strength, you know not of the might of size or the feeling of power, all of your weapons, all of your horrible tools and creatures of war pale in comparison to MUGMAR & HIS SONS, for they tower above the tallest of mountains, able to take the very sun in their hands. I am their Voice, and you will soon know of their words, the Heavenly Court looks down as their chosen Men, those of Hazum do as they bid. If you think you know of savagery and brutality, then I will prove you wrong, I can be far more brutal, far more savage than you! HAZUK! MUGMAR WILLS IT! YOU WILL SOON KNOW WHY YOU SHOULD FEAR THE TALL - BOR’AK KHAN VOICE OF MUGMAR, CHIEFTAIN OF HAZUM, MIGHTY KHAN OF THE EASTERN MARCHES

Serana places a sticky note in regards to the spelling errors, pushing her glasses up her nose 🤓. "It's Haelun'or."

"Now Thes. Thes es dragon fire." Says a dwarf as he listens to the sick beats on his Istone Slab.

[!] A journal made of cream colored pages, bound in elk hide. A depiction of the sea’s rolling waves is painted on the cover, a title embedded in the leather and painted in silver ink. Most of the pages appeared to be ripped out, leaving behind only entries from a certain range of dates. The Sealog of Princess Vallei Runya-Arassë Norväyn Sylvaeri -=- =-= 19th of The Amber Cold, Year 179 of the Second Age — I can feel the waves calling for me once more, and as Kaito has set off on his own journey, now is a perfect time to partake on a voyage. I commissioned construction of a new ship, and she is finally finished. I have decided to name her Eärnur, which means Servant of the Sea in the ancient tongue; a fitting name I believe. I commissioned her specifically to be manned by one person, that I may go it alone whenever I choose. I have stocked up enough food and supplies for a month, and so now I set sail. 21st of The Amber Cold, Year 179 of the Second Age — Today is the third day I have been out at sea, heading south from the Watcher’s Roost. The waves have been quite turbulent, as I witnessed a storm brewing in the distance. Luckily, I was able to steer westward to avoid it, though I will need to be careful to remember my way back home. So far I have seen no land, and so I am glad that I packed as much food as I did. I shall sail for another week or two before turning back home, I think. 24th of The Amber Cold, Year 179 of the Second Age — Six days out at sea, and I have come across something troubling. I noticed that the water had started to become murky, and saw debris floating amongst the waves. I sailed towards the source to discover a shipwreck, a merchant’s vessel by the looks of it. The fragments of the ship suggest that it had been blasted apart, perhaps by pirates or a rival. Either way, the damage to the sealife is extensive. Dead fish bob on the surface, and I can only imagine what’s happening down below the dark water. I can’t leave it like this. It will likely take days, but I must clean this, especially if this black sludge is what I expect it to be. 6th of The Deep Cold, Year 179 of the Second Age — It is exactly as I fear - Oil. The vessel was carrying vast amounts of oil, which has all spilled out into the sea. It has killed so much, ruined the seafloor I imagine. I have spent day and night trying to clean it all, skimming layer after layer of oil from the water’s surface. I am fortunate that the waves have been calm, otherwise this would be impossible. I am starting to see some progress luckily; the water almost appears safe enough to dive within and check out the damage below. I have also collected all the dead fish that have risen to the surface, their bodies drenched in oil. I will have to bury them on the shore. 14th of The Deep Cold, Year 179 of the Second Age — I have done all that I can, cleaned up as much oil as possible. It will be enough, I think. While impossible to get it all, the sealife should have some hope of survival now. The water was safe enough to dive into a few days ago, so I went to check out the shipwreck. Indeed, cannon balls liter the seafloor, as well as the split hull. It should make a good home for the fish, but I was sure to gather any debris that could be mistaken for food or prove a danger to the wildlife. No more dead fish float to the surface now, and after a few weeks, all should return to relative normalcy. I am disgusting, covered in oil. I sail for home now, where a warm bath awaits me. 19th of The Deep Cold, Year 179 of the Second Age — I returned to the Watcher’s Roost a day earlier than expected, the wind luckily on my side. My vessel is in good condition, though the wood of the deck is stained from the oil. After a few days of recovery, I shall get to cleaning her up, and figure out a way to dispose of the oil. Perhaps it can still be used, in a way that doesn’t hurt any more of nature.

Random one-off rules for CRP don't make sense. Every ranged projectile from potions to arbalests to magical versions all exists in the same ecosystem of ranged weapons - if one gets changed, the rest of them need to be adjusted in turn. Equally, it doesn't make sense to point at plate armor imo and say let's make people in that go slower. What about Horses in plate armor, or CAs/Constructs that are heavier, or similar things that weigh more? To many of the earlier points, Honor CRP should have as few rules as possible. However - if you are going to start thinking of rules and considerations for things like weigh and armor class, I really do you it has to go all the way into a fully thought out roll-CRP system. A halfway thought out system that does some things (seriously - what are archers even rolling for? The person they're shooting at doesn't even have to roll against the archer and nothing else ranged has to roll) and neglects other things only leaves large problems to be exploited and areas for disagreement and confusion. TL:DR CRP Rules should either be very minimal and left to players to be mature adults who can problem-solve and communicate and so thorough and account for everything that all players have to do is /roll 20 with advantage/disadvantage or modifiers in a system that leaves 0 roof for arguing. In fairness, there's no reason why two systems can't exist, and players can just pick which they want before conflict starts.

War On All Sides: Hel-Bot Attack Chronicled by Yamashiro Tatsuo All was quiet on the frontlines; the burning infernal ruins of the flower capital were fully visible, lighting up the night. Its wicked infernal flame making any brave warrior uneasy and nervous. While the Grub Bucket continued to serve its signature dishes to the hungry warriors of the Shogunate, it felt just like any other day on the frontlines, yet something was afoot beyond no man's land; the infernal machinations of the yokai were hard at work. The warriors of Koyo-Kuni remained stoic, waiting for their enemy to attack. Gusts of wind blew against the colorful banners as the sound of hellish screams resonated from the village. Out of nowhere, large, olog-sized infernal corpses were flung into the camp, landing with explosive power. Bone fragments and organs were sent in every direction, striking many warriors and infecting those with a terrible sickness. Then, all of a sudden, the silence of no man's land was broken. CLANK CLANK CLANK, Gashadokuro's menacing force of metallic constructs emerged from the fog of no man's land. Numbering at least 20 strong, they glowed a sickly green hue with crudely made weapons within each hand. The battle was about to begin! Thundering explosions rocked the area as alchemical elixirs broke upon the incoming force, sending some into the traps laid below. As metal met bamboo, a few constructs bled out, deactivating from the fight. Meanwhile, Grub Bucket Grease was launched forth into the paths of the other constructs, proving to be another effective product. With no traction on the ground, three lost their balance and fell onto the deadly bamboo sticks below. Though the horde of metallic constructs moved on, their marching shaking the ground of the checkpoint before them. As they clambered onto the palisades, they were met with blades wrought of pure Oyashiman steel. Sparks flew around as weapons collided and warriors were struck down. The gravel below was painted with the red ichor of the machine men as they continued to be cut down without mercy. Towards the gatehouse, Shugo brought a force of brave warriors who charged toward the back of the mechanical constructs, slicing them apart like butter. The battle was over, and the ground was littered with scrap metal from the fallen constructs. Though this would surely not be the last battle at the checkpoint...

"May they retake their city soon." Sand offered, in peace of mind. He'd hoped his dear friends would be safe and well in the coming year.

Sofiele ponderes a singular question… ”He had more kids…?”

"Canonist forces will soon be initiating anti terrorist operations to bring down hokhmat and its silliness once and for all" brother ninnias nods "Not just going to kill the clown, kill the whole circus!"

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