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One of the notes was returned to Edvard's home, neatly folded with some carefully written words on the back. "If you want it returned in one piece, you had better bring payment."

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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John, a white powder dusting his nose, squinted at the flier. "wuh . . . This stuff ist illegal!?"

*A voidal flame iluminates the haggered tome hidden away in a darker corners of the world. his eyes scanning over it a smile cracks on his face.* "A elders wisdom a teachers writing. I wonder were this believe will grow roots."

history repeats i put my prayers out to trapgodtrips amen.

Not one for taking all the credit Caspian had mentioned that serving Haense was its own reward, nonetheless an award had been placed in his lap, he was taken aback by it all and humbly accepted, though he was aware his brothers had aided in such, in fact the Royal Captain had decided to make something of a feast in honour of those whom had saved Yuri, at the tavern keeps expense! "I only live to serve" Is all he had replied to the Edict upon reading it. Ser Caspian would trudge off to continue his duties, with a slight smile brewing on his visage of such a gracious act, though one he knew he could not take full credit for, and had no intention of doing such.

The Haeseni HAUCHMETVAS is a symbolic celebration of a young woman's entrance into adulthood, stepping away from her years of childhood and officially making her mark within society. It is with joyous anticipation that the young lady, DUCHESS TATIYANA VAS RUTHERN has chosen to follow in the traditions of her ancestors of yore and host such a celebration for all Haeseni to attend. Familiar traditions of the Hauchmetvas will be observed by all in attendance, a ‘WREATH CEREMONY’ and ‘FIRST DANCE’, will be held amidst the merriment and the celebratory ‘BURNING OF AGE’ will be used to conclude the evening. Like many past celebrations, a theme has been selected, that being ‘LEDIZ AG BOGATYR’, calling upon the fabled story of Song of the Black and the ancient Raevir families. Guests of the Hauchmetvas are encouraged to familiarize themselves with the story and present themselves as any notable character from the tales. Come as brave a Lady Vlasta or the ruthless mercenary, Dragan Skullsplitter. Follow in the footsteps of the warrior Lady Mylah Nzechovich, or the Bogatyr Ratibor Skysent in all his skilled glory. Ladies of the evening may even find themselves dancing with a distinguished Karovic Prince, though whether it be Barbov or Kosav is up for them to interpret themselves. Throughout the duration of the celebration, decorative masks will be worn by guests in attendance and by the end of the evening will be removed, shedding away the character worn to reveal the Ledi or Bogatyr beneath the trickster disguise. Within the fabled celebrations, food and drink will be served as guests will be given an array of options of traditional Ruskan cuisine and drink. Music and dancing will be ongoing throughout the evening and for those who choose to wander throughout the imposing CASTLE MORTESKVAN, games will be held with individual prizes for those participating. The Ducal family of Ruthern invites all Haeseni and the Kingdom's allies within the walls of Morteskvan. Traditional rules of courtship regulations and courtly etiquette will be strictly imposed upon during the evening to ensure the merriment of the Hauchmetvas remains a joyous occasion. His Royal Majesty, KING IVAN VIII of HAENSE, and his royal pedigree @indiana105 His Grace, DUKE GAREN BARUCH of VALWYCK, and his noble pedigree @ferdaboy The Most Honorable, MARGRAVE HENRIK-OTTO LUDOVAR of KVASZ, and his noble pedigree @HogoBojo The Right Honorable, COUNT MIKHAIL COLBORN of MALKOVYA, and his noble pedigree @Kaladin Stormblessed The Honorable, VISCOUNT HENRIK AMADOR of ZVEZLUND, and his noble pedigree @critter The Honorable, VISCOUNTESS OFELIYA WEISS of NOVKURSAIN, and her noble pedigree @tadabug2000 Her Ladyship, BARONESS IRENA KORTREVICH of KORAVIA, and her noble pedigree @crazedpudding Her Ladyship, BARONESS ROSALIND VALKONEN of SZARGRAD, and her noble pedigree @CyyanTea His Lordship, BARON FYODOR KOVACHEV of KOVGRAD, and his noble pedigree @Radzig Her Ladyship, BARONESS GALINA GODUNOV of VERSKAYA, and her noble pedigree @esotericas His Lordship, Lorcan O’Rourke @Scourge Her Ladyship, Rezalisa Kovachev @UnBaed Lords, Karl & Seigmund Weiss @caschaos @SethWolf Her Ladyship, Emma Amador @sarahbarah Ser Caspian Colborn @Sandman_Plays His Lordship, Davyd Colborn @JuliusAakerlund Lord and Lady, Petyr & Maira Baruch @louislxix @Trinn Her Ladyship, Juliya Barclay @annabanana1014 Mister, Asif Thorson @TheBreak