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THE HOSPITAL OF ST. AMYAS | A CALL TO SERVICE
Karina replied to sarahbarah's topic in Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska
A young child looks upon the recruitment drive with uncertain eyes, and a weight in his chest. He thinks back to the war-stories his father told. The weight of sacrifice that often was placed upon the Haeseni people. Malcolm scrawled his name on a piece of paper, making it out to the physician in turn. Nothing more offered then his name, and the desire to help. -
Forgot to mention; Colors now save per persona. So you can have a special color for each persona.
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Balian is a red wine, Hohkmat is the alcoholic version of the Battery Acid you see people make on tiktok For famous characters specifically, Gashadokuro is a fruity cocktail but when you drink it, the alcohol is 99% rubbing alcohol and you die. Azdromoth is a tamarind whiskey sour, Xan is a stella in a fancy glass
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Hi there, as you can see, you have been accepted onto the server! Well done on your application, you’re doing great! Welcome to the wonderful community of LotC! To get started, The server IP is mc.lotc.co The server is 1.18.2 - 1.19.3 To get started, I suggest going to tutorial island or do; /creq Can a Wilven come assist me? Here are some links to help you start out! https://wiki.lordofthecraft.net/index.php?title=Settlement_Guides https://wiki.lordofthecraft.net/index.php?title=Nations_and_Major_Charters If you need help, Feel free to contact me via the forums or my discord notapan . I’m often online, so you can message me with /msg NotAPan to find me in game. If I’m not around You can always do /creq with your questions or you can also use the LotC Discord which is right here! : Discord Lastly, here is the new player hub, I recommend you look over it! New player hub Have fun role playing! :D
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[Apotheosis] Balianese Agression Repaid
Laeonathan replied to Sean_VEVO's topic in Kingdom of Balian
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RECRUITMENT FOR THE HOSPITAL OF ST. AMYAS c. 531 E.S. In accordance with the wishes of the Crown, the Royal Physician, Lady Emma of House Amador, and her Deputy Physician, Duchess Tatiyana of House Ruthern, extend a call to the dedicated and the aspiring to serve within the hallowed halls of the Hospital of St. Amyas. It is by virtue of both duty and honor alike that we seek to strengthen our ranks with new physicians and apprentices, devoted to the health and well-being of our beloved Kingdom. ⋅ ═══════════════ ⋅ ❀ ・│ I │・ ❀ ⋅ ═══════════════ ⋅ For those with a fervent desire to learn and a commitment to the healing arts, the Royal Physician extends an invitation to any aspirant medics to obtain an apprenticeship under the tutelage of the Kingdom’s physicians. Apprentices will receive thorough and extensive training to earn their licensure as appointed physicians within the realm. ⋅ ═══════════════ ⋅ ❀ ・│ II │・ ❀ ⋅ ═══════════════ ⋅ Hired physicians of the Hospital shall receive a yearly salary dependent on the workload they take within the clinic. The Royal Physician also welcomes the contributions of auxiliary staff, including alchemists and traveling medics. These individuals receive compensation on an occasional basis, reflecting the crucial support they provide through treatments or the provision of alchemical wares. Together, the medics, apprentices, and auxiliary staff shall form the lifeblood of the Hospital of St. Amyas. Her Ladyship, EMMA AMADOR Royal Physician of Hanseti-Ruska
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” This wasn't a normal occurrence for the elegant woman, she disliked the humid air, swampy atmosphere, and especially how dull the whole town came off to be. She was sure it wasn't as bad as it probably looked, but the idea of being in such scenery made her skin crawl and an uncomfortable shiver run down her back. She had been running from some knights that were after her and her brother, though she hadn't seen them for a while now... so perhaps she shook them off her tail while entering the area. Ducking into an overcast building.. that was more of a tent than anything else, she came face to face with an elderly woman. Elaine flinched a little at her more... unsightly... appearance before putting her hands up in a slightly defensive position. Her more pure and collected facade would slip onto her expression as she gave off a light hearted smile. One that hopefully read she wasn't a threat to the hag. But as the older woman spoke she gently put her hands down. Curious as to how such an individual knows about her.. perhaps she's seen her brother as well. Having lost him within the commotion of escaping earlier within the day. Taking a cautious seat on the cushion, the elegant noble would run a tired hand through her hair, pushing it to the side, her golden earrings and piercing icy eyes glimmered from the candle light. "Well, if you do know me.. you know I've lost my brother. Asmond. That prick gets lost far too often for my liking.. you haven't seen him have you? He's about my height with the same attractive and gorgeous face." She described her younger brother, he looked quite similar to how she did, although his skin was a little tanner and had darker brown hair. Other than that, the two were completely the same. She would place her porcelain hand against her cheek, a face of- almost -noticeably fake sorrow. "I lost him after running from those scoundrel knights... y'know, beheading a lord and lady for telling the 'truth' just because you don't like it, says a lot about your kingdom..~" Her tone was playful, clearly the two of them had manipulated a kingdom and started something... less than noble within their royal ranks. Forging fake notes and items, slipping them into places where they would definitely be found by the wrong people. It was a tough job... she's put her hand back into her lap. "Taking down a kingdom from the inside out is a demanding hobby, wouldn't you say~?"
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History Epistle to the Celestialists Attend, brothers, and heed what God revealed to me: as it was spoken in a similar vein by the Godly Exalted, I now impart this command. Let not one among you falter in your faith in our Church, nor divert your gaze from the Scrolls passed down from your Fathers. Yet, let all benefit from a glimpse into the future that awaits us, and let it stir your hearts, minds, and arms to serve in the name of God. I stood amidst clouds far more dense than the polished walls of Dwarven caves. The virtuous dead awaited the season of the Creator’s call in one of two cities, each as vast as several realms combined. When the Word of God was spoken, the sound resonated singularly, without a crack to allow even a syllable to slip into inaudibility. The call was heard by throngs of Men, crowned and enrobed with the virtuous merits of their lives: their charity, their forgiveness, and their service to the Creator. They were thus clothed in light, impenetrable as their worth, which was beyond that of adamantine plates. Few within the opposite city heard the call, decorated with quills, rakes, plows, hammers, axes, and all manner of tools forged for celestial messengers and workmen. These tools, intended for the shaping and ordering of the lands below, lay dormant on the ground, pristine and unblemished by the work that was not done. Halls were near emptied of Aenguls and Daemons but inundated with letters on industry, culture, and economy, which were neglected for there were few left within them to descend with the knowledge of higher abilities through which the servants of the Creator below may profit. There were seldom few in the second chamber who had ears to hear. A portion of the inhabitants of that city had long since descended, and with their true descent had forged cities parallel to the Skies imbued with their pride. Within these cities, I saw them united with their own dead thralls, who tended to their own call, in disharmony with the Creator’s. These thralls carried chains adorned with the symbols of service to their masters, each tethered to the thrones of Beasts, of Stags, of Lions. In place of charity, they bore chains of proselytism. In place of forgiveness, they bore chains of obligation. In place of service to the Creator, they bore chains of service to their masters. In my heart, a surge of pity welled for them, yet no tears graced my cheeks. I recalled those ancient words inscribed, "As I have bestowed upon you this blessing of My Word, so too shall you bestow upon your brethren." With this thought, a shiver gripped me, for these cities instilled fear in my soul. None among them bore the duty of transmitting the Creator's Word. They were counted among the iniquitous dead. Out of pure mercy, I found myself whisked away, transported back before a throne among the virtuous dead. I was guided by the faithful Aengul Tesion through the sparsely populated halls of the celestial messengers. From him, a note was entrusted into my trembling hand, to be transcribed upon my return home. Tesion addressed me, saying, “Evander, document this vision for your kin, offering a glimpse into Auspice. Share your experience not as a commandment, as they already possess the fullness of revelation. However, their constant interpretations and judgments endanger souls, leading to hesitation and faltering in ignorance. This epistle is directed not only to the chained but also to those who support them or overlook the gravity of serving my fallen brethren." I beheld men, once faithful and devout, now following creatures, forsaking their allegiance to the Creator in favor of misplaced piety and empty boons. Their hearts, once filled with true reverence, now bowed before impostors, leading them astray from the path of wisdom. In their arrogance, the celestial craftsmen, a host of Aenguls and Daemons, ensnared their followers with chains of manipulation and falsehood, leading them to sever their connection to the Skies above. I witnessed the anguished cries of the faithful as they were bound by these chains, their souls shackled in servitude to their misguided masters. I saw enforcers of an unjust dominion, complicit in the subjugation of their brethren in ranks. Aenguls who had fallen feuded with fallen Daemons. With pride, they descended from the skies above, their wings tarnished and their radiance dimmed by the weight of their betrayal. Some gathered ranks of thralls and granted boons which mirrored light and thus deceived and some granted boons which produced an obvious darkness. The once harmonious chorus of the Skies was nearly silenced, replaced by the mournful lamentations of Aenguls and Daemons who had witnessed their brethren’s fall from grace. And amidst this turmoil, the Creator's voice echoed, calling out to those who still held faith, beckoning them to rise and reclaim their rightful place. As these thralls, having heard the call of the Creator, frantically sought to break free from their chains, hope dwindled within them, for they knew these calls were meant for the living. They had departed life in service to another master, and their sins were bare. Amidst the despair, a hope emerged. In the lands of my kin, where some lived who wore chains of oppression, I witnessed the righteous actions of holy knights and compassionate churchmen. They approached the shackled thralls, offering redemption. I saw a humble priest whose heart filled with compassion, he gave them the Word of God to break their chains and start anew. A gallant knight took up arms in defense of the faith. With sword in hand and righteousness in his heart, he waged war against these forces, fighting to ensure the thralls who rejected the amnesty of the priest were sent to judgment. Yet, amidst these noble efforts, many sought to maintain the status quo, clinging to their power and privilege at any cost. Among them was a wealthy nobleman whose coffers overflowed with ill-gotten gains. He viewed the liberation of the thralls as a threat to his own interests, using his influence to suppress any dissent or rebellion that dared to challenge his authority. There was a bishop, draped in resplendent scarlet robes, his demeanor exuding an air of authority and piety. However, behind his sanctimonious facade lay a man intoxicated by the wine of hypocrisy, his actions tainted by greed and deceit. Despite his lofty position within the church hierarchy, the bishop turned a blind eye to the suffering of the thralls, his words of compassion hollow and empty. He aided them in their iniquity for his own benefit, seeking to use their boons for his own profit. The fate of the thralls hung in this balance, caught between the forces of sin and redemption. Amidst the chaos, the call of the Creator met all. In its judgment, the thralls and their advocates, bound in their chains, were dragged down into the abyss, their cries inaudible. The false Skies and their masters, constructed upon foundations of deceit crumbled into oblivion, leaving no ash or memory in their annihilation.
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” Asmond is perplexed by the old hag, but is interested enough by peculiar people such as these to entertain their conversations. "My story? Well if a charming lady such as yourself is asking, I believe I have the time for a tale or two." He sits down in a rather informal way, one leg bent towards the sky, the other is laying flat on the floor. "I've come and gone from many places in search of a proper place to settle down and make my own with my sister. You see, we're rather attached by the hip as you might say." He smiles as if reminiscing the many good times he is alluding to. "We're always willing to work together to earn what we've always desired, but nothing ever seems to work for us." Keeping his wording as vague as he has been since the beginning of his story, he finally pauses to reconsider why he is spending his time in such a place as this. "And speaking of the devil, have you seen my sister around these parts by chance? She's just as dashing as me, you could say. Just more... feminine? I'm sure you get the idea." He looks at the old hag inquisitively, but always ensuring a charming gesture in his smile.
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?))* I walk over to the cushion, my golden ankles and bangles ringing out with every slight movement. I sit down cross-legged and adjust my position to be comfortable. "Well," I'd start, "I hail from The Caliphate, although some of my people, including myself and my family, were enslaved and forced to serve there." I look down out of shame before continuing. "I work, well, used to work as a entertainer. I'd dance, sing, and more often than not perform... other services to the elite." I then lowered my voice out of caution, not wanting to get caught or overheard. "I was given luxuries few other slaves were fortunate enough to have, but even then we were never treated well. One day, I had finished performing my services for my master, but right as I was about to leave he beckoned me over, saying I had one last task to perform. Everything after that moment is a blur to me now, but I woke up the next morning in my bed next to my mother. "Run," she grimly told me, "Run or you will never live to see another day." She had already packed all my clothes and belongings for me as well as supplies, so I had disappeared within the hour without as much as a goodbye." I sighed. "I do hope I will see her again someday..." *Note that in an actual roleplay scenario with this character, there would probably be a lot more skepticism and asking questions before she shares anything about herself since she doesn't want anyone to know she's a runaway. She is very scared right now and just doesn't want to get caught. Also, since I couldn't include details about her clothing before, here are some: -Lots of dancing/entertaining clothes in the typical style from her culture (imagine a typical dancer in Indian/South Asian cultures, that's about what it is) -A long, dark cloak with a hood -Various pieces of gold jewelry (mostly given to her by her slavemaster to wear or passed down to her by family); including but not limited to jhumkhas, bangles, bindis (both the kind you stick on and the metal ones you hang from your head), necklaces, anklets -Plain white saris (what she usually wears) with gold detailing Note that in her culture, it is typical to be barefoot. As such, it is what she typically does and rarely wears shoes unless making a long journey.
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Jose Fuentes, Margrave of Coracoa, cheers for the house he didn't know! Though he was happy nonetheless at the expansion of his friends!
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THE SOVEREIGN STATE OF HYSPIA Cartas para el Vizconde de Banderas Issued on the 14th of Maria’s peace of the year of 104 D.R. DIOS LOS BENDIGA, The Sovereign State of Hyspia is pleased to announce the elevation of rank to a Viscounty for the House of Denodado. They have proven to uphold service, to rise in our defense and to represent what Hyspia seeks in all citizenry; nationalism, piety and honor. It is with this edict, that the House of Denodado is promoted to the Viscounty of Banderas. The succession will be hereditary; in which upon their death, the title shall be inherited by their declared heir unless otherwise promulgated by our command. They are to be the examples of what the Sovereign State of Hyspia strives to be, upholding our trust, maintaining the law and rule of our nation - pushing Hyspia ever-forward. DIOS LOS BENDIGA, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Ramona I, Sovereign of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Baroness of Arenisca, Del’mar and Monterro, Lady of La Dorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, etcetera.
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THE SOVEREIGN STATE OF HYSPIA Cartas para el Baronía de Campagnon Issued on the 14th of Maria’s peace of the year of 104 D.R. DIOS LOS BENDIGA, The Sovereign State of Hyspia is pleased to announce the elevation of rank to a Barony for the House of Halcourt. They have proven to uphold service, to rise in our defense and to represent what Hyspia seeks in all citizenry; nationalism, piety and honor. It is with this edict, that the House of Halcourt is promoted to the Barony of Campagnon. The succession will be hereditary; in which upon their death, the title shall be inherited by their declared heir unless otherwise promulgated by our command. They are to be the examples of what the Sovereign State of Hyspia strives to be, upholding our trust, maintaining the law and rule of our nation - pushing Hyspia ever-forward. DIOS LOS BENDIGA, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Ramona I, Sovereign of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Baroness of Arenisca, Del’mar and Monterro, Lady of La Dorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, etcetera.
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THE SOVEREIGN STATE OF HYSPIA Cartas para el Baronía de Campos Salvajes Salazar Issued on the 14th of Maria’s peace of the year of 104 D.R. DIOS LOS BENDIGA, The Sovereign State of Hyspia is pleased to announce the elevation of rank to a Barony for the House of Salazar. They have proven to uphold service, to rise in our defense and to represent what Hyspia seeks in all citizenry; nationalism, piety and honor. It is with this edict, that the House of Salazar is promoted to the Barony of Campos Salvajes. The succession will be hereditary; in which upon their death, the title shall be inherited by their declared heir unless otherwise promulgated by our command. They are to be the examples of what the Sovereign State of Hyspia strives to be, upholding our trust, maintaining the law and rule of our nation - pushing Hyspia ever-forward. DIOS LOS BENDIGA, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Ramona I, Sovereign of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Baroness of Arenisca, Del’mar and Monterro, Lady of La Dorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, etcetera.
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The Samurai Council of 180 SA In Effect as of the Year of the Pigman, 180 SA 1125 Kamijikan Announcement of Samurai Kikurage and Clan Nekuzai The Stratocracy is pleased to announce the ascension of a new member into the warrior class, Nekuzai Kikurage. He is hereby released of his retainer vows to Clan Kato and will have them transferred directly to the Stratocracy and Shugonate. Kikurage is given permission to raise his own Clan Nekuzai as an official samurai clan of Sakuragakure and may take retainers of his own right. The Provinces of the Koyo-Kuni Shugonate It is in the interest of the Stratocracy to reorganize and chart the lands of our nation since the dissolution of the previous regime. The following provinces are hereby established for the ease of delegation of governance by the Stratocracy. Shihon Shū (the Capital Province) consists of the Flower Capital of Sakura-Gakure, the Oyashi Heartlands and Nichi-Jin Temple. (Tile_Enchanted_Forest_3 and Tile_Enchanted_Forest_4). Chōjō Shū (the Abnormality Province) consists of the currently occupied zone of the Norowareta Mori across the lake from Shihon Shū under the control of Gashadokuro. (All Cursed Forest Tiles owned and unowned, de facto tile_cursed_forest_3). Sabaku Shū (the Desert Province) consists of the new Rah’tuman claim on the western border of the Sakura Mori and what is west of the Flower Capital. (Tile_Enchanted_Forest_2). Kinoka Shū (the Mushroom Hill Province) consists of the Li-ren Jun Lei Village, the The Tribe of Hazûk’s Mugmar’s Circle and the former Mistralen area (Tile_Enchanted_Forest_9 and Tile_Enchanted_Forest_5). QUARANTINE JENNY LAND consists of the Old-Capital of Nor-Velyth and the lands of old Rah’tuma and the Nyazoku Sanctuary. (Tile Enchanted_Forest_1). Ronin Laws Long has the Stratocracy ruled against unlicensed ronin with individual samurai discretion and by a word of mouth set of rules. It is with this proclamation the Stratocracy wishes to make clear its view on ronin. A ‘licensed’ ronin shall be a retainer who has been released of their vows made to a recognized samurai clan of Sakuragakure either by the death of their clan lord or by the will of their clan lord in good graces and has made themselves known to the Stratocracy. Licensed ronin may engage in mercenary work of their own volition and although they are lordless and not bound to Bushido they will be expected to upkeep the spirit of it in their business abroad. While ronin may carry a sword on their person, they may not unsheathe it within the Flower Capital of Sakura-Gakure as they are not a part of the warrior class unless under the command of a samurai in the enforcement of the village’s peace. Standard Surname For the legality purposes of identifying Koyo-Kuni citizens of the common class without a family name or those that did not inherit their clan name taking origin from the Shihon Shū (Capital Province), they shall be given the name ‘Hana 花’ signifying their origins. While citizens will not be obligated to introduce themselves with this surname if they do not wish it, they will be referred to with the standard surname in all legal purposes until they are either adopted into a clan and adopt a surname of their own creation. KATO OIJIN the Black Swordsman, Shugo of Koyo-Kuni, Governor of Sakuragakure and Protector of the Farfolk and Descendants of Ai-Zho
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