To Appease Gods

[Slic3man 484]

 

Blood soaked the land of each mortal race, its crimson stain a worse taint than that of Northern beasts. Absurd visions of prosperity seemed to plaster themselves to the minds of many within Anthos' maw. Nonetheless, it seemed inevitable that this ideal would spread far across even the filthiest of dirt. Most of this blood was more crimson than an apple plucked from a tree. It was quite rare to see even a drop of azure, besides that of assassination and deceit. All the while, the mountains still stood, and the plains still brought gentle wind. Mistakes were made and many were to take up their consequence; ones sought to push back the evil slipping into the lands. Swords rose and shields adorned their arms, helms firmly sitting upon their shoulders. Hammers slammed on anvils and the horses were mounted. Soon enough there would be change for the entirety of lands to see. All were at work as black ink stained cloth and steel alike in preparation for what was to come. Altogether it began to form the remembered Black Cross of the Teutonic Order, their goals expanded.

 

 

 

The Humans fought for rebellion, some for just causes. Elves sought to militarize and defend their own lands from the grasp of the Vagatren. Dwarves lay idle, until surging forth with a single rebellion to end them all. Within that Orcs marched as clans and withstood the test of time. All was fairly well, though lurking the Vagatren was. Many times before the Order had held back the Vagatren while others faltered, and now their ideals were to expand. With the nations propped for warfare, they would soon become involved, blood to be spilled. This corruption was less-viable than that of Vagatren taint, and is to be put to an end. Crimes against the mortal races were committed, and were to be put an end. With that the Sariants mounted up alongside their Hochmeister, emitting a hymn baritone enough to shake the very mountains they inhabited. Kreuzberg shaken by the mighty outburst.

 

Meinae veri beliae doe Orden, Mienae veri beliae doe King, Meinae veri beliae usielligen.

 

 

Seeking the end of this corruption, they marched out, chanting along their way. Should you wander by these scouting Sariants, they would give you papers. Each would contain the same instruction, one of which offering you the chance to become a Sariant as well. Brethren side by side they'd continue to move on, and seek those who wish to join them in their crusade against the unjust and treacherous deeds done by those seeing themselves higher than the Creator himself.

 

((Below is the thread for recruitment should you take heed and join the Teutonic Order. Duenn Jurizel))

 

* http://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/95863-the-teutonic-order-recruiting/ *

[Slic3man 484]

The Hochmeister remembers back to them holding the monsters back, several missions into the North, multiple defenses in Malinor, and the major roles into pushing them back into the North. He then places the Herendul crown back onto his head, the sword at his side as he enjoys the snowy tundra.

 

 

[Knox213 10]

*Heinrik Van Roy vagually forgot what a Teuton was before saying...*

 

"Those woman who ran from the wall to live with the elves? Oh yes, I remember killing countless of them in the siege of the dreadfort. horrific fighters, he then mumbles, crow beats teuton."

 

((go home teutons, you are drunk))

[Slic3man 484]

Hochmeister don't give no cares about the misinformed Carrion squabble.

[firespirit44 1323]

A aged man wrapped in a black cloak, with some strands of brown tuff showing from the front. Looking at these fliers, he only sighs, dropping them in a nearby brazier. 

 

"You were once proud, my brothers. We lived and bled, died and mourned for one another. Now I am the last man standing."

 

He looks up in this unfamiliar sky, tears dripping down to his muffler.

 

"Why did you all have to go?"

 

Pieces of parchment slips from the man's gloves as he cries in grief, fluttering on the roadside. Forgotten by everyone but him.

 

 

 

[Slic3man 484]

The Hochmeister catches one of these and nods, figuring some people got all-too-involved with cosplay.

[Aetosion 2062]

The King of Herendul sits in his throne in his crown, assuming that the locked chests whose locks were perfectly intact and not showing any signs of forced entry, still contained his spare.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Konrad thinks that if you need a spare crown you should probably just give up

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

Rymeul wonders why the Hochmeister is japanese

Japanese (Kudō): ‘potter’; some bearers descend from a branch of the southern Fujiwara based in Izu (now part of Shizuoka prefecture). The name is found mostly in northeastern Japan.

[Slic3man 484]

The Hochmiester was adopted into a family a very long time ago.

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

"I hear he eats babies, the Hochmiester that is."

[Slic3man 484]

The Hochmeister has not committed the act of child gluttony, and will not commit the act of child gluttony.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

I hear he commits the act of twerkage!

[Heff 2460]

I hear he commits the act of twerkage!

Hundreds of peasants each day look at his twerking paintings.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.