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Attention Loyal Customers of the Grub-Bucket™! THE GRUB-BUCKET HAS FALLEN | DEMONS HAVE OCCUPIED OUR KITCHEN | RISE UP BRAVE SONS OF UNCLE O, THE WAR TO RECLAIM SAKIGAKI & THE GRUB-BUCKET™ HAS BEGUN! ENLIST IN TAKEMURA'S TUNNEL RATS TODAY, JOIN THE ELITE GUERRILLA FIGHTERS OF SHUGO OIJIN! "In this time of crisis, there are no Nobles and no Peasants. Every soldier must be a Samurai and a Shinobi. I shall need one army, united and singular in its purpose, to liberate our land. The Army of Uncle O!" -Shugo Kato 'Uncle O' Oijin

Atsuko wojacked in the burned remains of Sakuragakure. . . Though, as an old Lector character return to that retinue of Samurai with three goals instilled within her was new hope. "It is not Jowarida."

Kato Oro kneeled down in the burning Kato compound. He scrounged for his alchemy potions, grabbing them from the burning wood. He looked up to the sky as rain fell and yelled, "F**K YOU SHINJI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Victor, his suit tattered closer to the wrists, his sleeves stained with soot and fire, his kilt draped and flowing behind him, sat on Gangrel , his horse, quietly, and eyed the fire that shot from the gates like a oven, dread-fire licking from the gate's lips, greedily chasing those escapees who were fortunate to force their way through their foes lines, though he eyed the gate he and Alteon had hoped mere moments ago, before Alteon's steed collapsed from both exhaustion, height, and flame. ...What a brutal festival. The bowie thought to himself, as he rode off with his Ranger Captain.

"Hozh." A uruk said as she read the missive, "Whe loaned them zo much money agh when whe azked fur a payment plan whe got nub wurd back."

Ren'vah discretely taps his foot in the taverns this tune might have been performed in...

MUSIN, the micemen of the server! You know them (probably) and have your opinion of them. Hello gamers it’s me again a year later from my last try at this. Let’s give it another go. You may have seen me around or not, for those who don’t know me. Nice to meet you I am Turbo, I lead the beast folk race on the server known as the Musin. I understand not everyone knows what a Musin is so let me give you a quick rundown on what they are. Musin are a beast race of mice people, they resemble the house mouse but most certainly aren’t wild beasts like them. They are clean freaks and can speak fluent common and even preform alchemy. How cool is that?! “But Turbo” I can hear some asking in their head or at their screen “Basically anyone can do those tasks. What makes musin so special?” Well I am glad you asked! Musin, can add unfathomable amounts of pizazz to their mundane tasks. Need to get up somewhere that typically most could reach just in arms distance? Musin have to do a little thinking and innovating or just jump and parkour around. They are little fellas in a big fella world. Everything is interesting and an adventure can be made just by trying to reach a cookie jar on a counter. So why play a musin? Musin have a handful of reasons to be played. For one they are a great way to break away from the everyday practices and really feel free and whimsical. They have barriers to be overcome which is a narrative in itself, a grand story to be told from the stout mousemen. And now we have a community created culture! One of the big things people disliked about musin when I asked is the lack of culture. While musin can blend into any culture and add any twists they like to it our new personal culture is now an offer, no one is obliged to roleplay it but it is now out there. I will link the culture posts in the spoiler below this text block here. So with that said, if you are interested, curious, or otherwise have questions feel free to reach out personally or preferably join our discord! We have skinners who would happily make free musin heads, we have outfits, and a help channel for the CA. The recipe for success. Now all that is needed is you so we warmly invite you to come and join us once more. Excited to see you and May the 4th be with you! discord: https://discord.gg/6nF4bV2n

The burning city of SakiGaki lay bare before the ArcLich and his minions, a wounded apelike Rakaal among them. "What is your will, my Lord?"

Vermillion kicks around rocks as he grumbles angrily, not being allowed to come along and deliver death to the Oyashi peoples.

Amako eyed the weapon given to her only a few hours before, still in disbelief that she had managed to land not one, but two hits against the officers. She now tended to the injured.

_______________________________________________ Toshirō, though, wounded by an impeccable duel between an Imp and himself, could not help but smile at what had happened. He prayed to the Kami for forgiveness, but it changed nothing. He felt guilt for the enjoyment, guilt for what was to come. Perhaps this would open new job contracts for a darkspawn hunter such as himself. He said no words but the two; “私は生き残った”

"Alatariel. . . I need healing," said Monjaro, the defeated Samurai officer.

Through streets, desolated by fire and demons, Gashadokuro could be seen dancing as a shadow amongst the flames. Like a ghost, the Lich-King's laughs haunt the streets, celebrating the pentacle looming over the West. . . . . "Kyah-hah-hah!"

┍━━━━━☽【❖】☾━━━━━┑ All that was left in the rancor's wake was chaos, pyres, and fear. Was there truly hope? ┕━━━━━☽【❖】☾━━━━━┙ Perhaps.

SAKURA BURNING - REGIONAL EVENT RP In a cosm consumed by the petty squabbles of gilded and draconic Gods, a sinister force yet stirred. From the depths of the Hexicanum an Infernal Lich, the Harbinger of Chaos and Despair, awakens the Infernal Blade “VUTCIMUZ”. Upon leashing its dark power, the fabric of reality temples as the interplanar gates of hell crack open! Accompanied by legions of the undead, these malevolent entities yearn to cast their fiery dominion across the pastel Sakura, leaving only desolation and terror in their wake. The dwellers of Sakuragakure are displaced from their Flower Capital, and to the Temple of Nichi-Jin do they continue to make their stand. As the forces of the living and the damned collide, the fate of countless men hang in the balance. Shall heroes rise to defy the encroaching doom, or shall the world succumb to the relentless march of this damnable horde? The battle for Koyo-Kuni begins . . . OOC So begins the SAKURA BURNING Eventline. To preface, this Infernal Invasion Event derives from the CArt “Vutcimuz”. It shall be localized to the South-Western portion of Aevos and be centered about the Cursed Forest and the Koyo-Kuni Shugonate. Given that the Apotheosis Eventline is in full swing, I emphasize that this is NOT a global event, and is being undertaken by a skeleton crew of freelance ET. It is designed to be a standard Hack-And-Slash event throughout the month of May! For the ease of the ET involved, players who wish to participate are expected to abide by the EVENT CONTRACT as listed below, and to go through the channels of the Koyo-Kuni leadership to engage in the operations. The presiding ET DO NOT have the resources to accommodate every player group! In approximately 1 OOC week, the Cursed Forest region shall be opened for interaction, where patented ET “Noob Bullies” may engage in curious players with events, to their discretion. Again, it is emphasized that the ET will not have the resources to accommodate every player-group and it is requested that players do NOT spam SReqs for interactions, but instead use proper channels.

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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.