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[Yeetboy0206 1574]

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@Werew0lfTo be very clear, this is not meant to be reflective of anything OOC, this is just meant to be fun RP based around Maddock's own personal grievances with specific stuff from Hadrian, and deciding to attack Hadrian through the power of the pen, which is Hadrian's own battlefield. This is all in good fun and I encourage any RP that can come from this, whether it be in-game or through forum posts. Enjoy!

[!] Maddock Tam wrote and sent out a missive, a poem, mailing it everywhere he could with the intent that everyone read it. 
 

Meet the House

 By Maddock Tam, a father and a human being

"Dear Prince Marcus,
I'm sorry that man is your father, let me be honest.
It takes a man to be a man; your father is not responsive.
I look at him and wish your grandparents,

Only bore one son.

I'm sorry that you have to grow up then and stand behind him.

Life is hard, I know, its challenges always bring us home

Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we're grown.

And you're a young man who needs good leadership

Let me be your mentor since your father hasn't taught it.

Never let a single shot at you come near your friends, son.

Either they die right there, or let them sit in the grave young.

Never fall into temple mental prisons; that's bad religion.

Please remember, you could be a heretic even if you're a zealot's kid.

Even if it won't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline.

Be proud of who you are. Your strength comes from within,

There are many good rulers for sure, but your father's not one of them.

And you're nothing like him, remember that when you're king.

Can't understand me now? Just read this when your first child turns 18.

 

Dear Queen Circe,

Your son has his habits; I hope you don't undermine them.

Especially with all the girls hurting inside this climate.

You're a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment

With emotion, hoping a man can see you and not be blinded.

Dear Tiberius, you gave birth to a master manipulator

Even using you to prove who he is is a huge favor

I'm blaming you for all his blood addictions

Psychopathic intuition, the victor likes to play the victim

You raised a horrible, bloody person, the nerve of you, Tiberius

Circe, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy and it's serious.

Your son is a sick man with sick thoughts, in the same bed with Iblees he lies.

He and the Tar both should get locked up in a cell for the rest of their lives.

He's got child maimers inside his palace, he pays with a monthly allowance,

A child should never be compromised, and he keeps his child around them.

And we have to protect our children, knowing there are fathers like him lurking.

To any woman who's singing his praises, know that the next head could be your own son.

Or better, you're letting your daughter be close to a drunk father, and not the fun ones.

Hey, de Sennas, keep the family away, hey Rhoswalds, keep the family away.

To anybody that embodies their love for their kids, keep the family away.

 

Livia, poor girl.

I'm sorry your father doesn't want you as part of his world.

He doesn't keep a lot of family in it, though, that's for sure.

He's a narcissist, tautologist, hatred boiling inside his bones,

Trying to take out people's families instead of taking care of his own.

Should be teaching you proper etiquette or reading novels with you.

Or at your 20th birthday, just singing poems with you.

I want to tell you that you're loved, you're brave, and you can be kind.

You got a gift to change the world, and could change your father's mind.

For our children are the future. But he lives inside confusion.

Pride has always been an illusion, but that's just the life he's used to.

His father probably didn't raise him either.

History does repeat itself; sometimes it doesn't need a reason.

But I'd like to say it's not your fault that he's hiding love from his child,

Give him grace, this is the reason his whole legacy's been defiled.

I never want to see you chase this man because it's feral behavior.

Seeking a bad daddy's validation, you need to know

Love is eternity and trumps all pain.

I'll tell you who your father is, just read this poem when it rains.

Yes, he's an Emperor, a nation-builder, and educated all right,

And he's a filthy deadbeat who should never have found a wife.

Meet the House.

 

Dear Hadrian,

I know you're probably thinking I wanted to crash your party.

But truthfully, I don't have a hating bone in my body.

You were supposed to be a step up, to build upon your father's reign,

But you messed up, when your first thoughts towards Ilza'mak when you had her were to maim.

Why did you have to stoop so low as to attack unarmed and innocent people?

Guess integrity is lost whenever an Empire needs a sequel.

And I like to understand that your house was never a home,

You're a ruler, but you're showing up as a loser.

You've got rage problems, hatred problems, bloodlusting and beating problems.

Bad with sons and daughters,

Unstable mind killing problems, therapy's a lovely start.

But I suggest poking holes in the barrel of your heart, strip the ego from the bottom.

I try to empathize with you because I know that you haven't been through nothing,

Craving entitlement, but want to be liked so bad that it's puzzling.

No dominance, let's recall the moments you didn't fit in,

No secret handshakes with friends,

No cultural works to binge, just disrespecting your mother

Your legacy's on the fence, don't know how you'll be remembered.

The skin you're living in is compromised in personas.

Take that mask off, I want to see what's under those achievements.

Why believe you? You never gave us anything to believe in.

Because you lied about your religious views, you lied about your legacy.

You lied about honor and your parenting, all of it's perjury.

You lied about your war crimes, you lied about your soldiers.

Zealots or sellswords, you lied on them, I know they've all got you on them.

You lied about your sons, you lied about your daughter, huh?

You lied about those other kids who are hoping that soon you'll love them.

You lied about the only people who could offer you some mercy,

**** this bloody war, it's a lifelong battle with your family's legacy."

 

When he finishes sending it all out, Maddock simply sighs. It doesn't matter the reaction to it. So long as Hadrian sees it, Maddock's hand, mind, and pen have done their jobs. 
 

Edited January 5 by Yeetboy0206
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[ScreamingDingo 20568]

A small, boutique establishment within the burrows of the Imperium would be filled with the smoke of Auverginian tobacco that spreads across the basement. The dimly lit room would obscure the faces of the nobles and troubadours that frequented this strange hall, where ornate chairs and simple tables of lacquered wood uplift the glasses that are scattered across the room.  The purveyor of this past-time, Reginald Richard Napier the II, wraps its hands around a small golden case within his hands. The influential author had grown in popularity with the war, as the fusion of orcish and dwarven literature had been demanded by his audience. Many had started to buy the publications, such as "Send my wife to the Brathmordikin", "Krug Crossed Lovers" and "The Seven Elven Priests and the Dwarven Paragon" with feverish glee, so his own exploits allowed for the cosy atmosphere to be cultivated within the grasp of Hadrian's walls. Reginald gestures to the nearby, stammering poet to go to the stage, their boots clanking and creaking upon the floorboards as it stares out towards the audience. A huffed exclaim follows with a gulp in the poets voice, a ritual of humiliation for them to become part of this society.

The figure stammers and spits upon itself on the stage, starting to read it with vicious intensity.

 

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[Yeetboy0206 1574]

9 minutes ago, ScreamingDingo said:

A small, boutique establishment within the burrows of the Imperium would be filled with the smoke of Auverginian tobacco that spreads across the basement. The dimly lit room would obscure the faces of the nobles and troubadours that frequented this strange hall, where ornate chairs and simple tables of lacquered wood uplift the glasses that are scattered across the room.  The purveyor of this past-time, Reginald Richard Napier the II, wraps its hands around a small golden case within his hands. The influential author had grown in popularity with the war, as the fusion of orcish and dwarven literature had been demanded by his audience. Many had started to buy the publications, such as "Send my wife to the Brathmordikin", "Krug Crossed Lovers" and "The Seven Elven Priests and the Dwarven Paragon" with feverish glee, so his own exploits allowed for the cosy atmosphere to be cultivated within the grasp of Hadrian's walls. Reginald gestures to the nearby, stammering poet to go to the stage, their boots clanking and creaking upon the floorboards as it stares out towards the audience. A huffed exclaim follows with a gulp in the poets voice, a ritual of humiliation for them to become part of this society.

The figure stammers and spits upon itself on the stage, starting to read it with vicious intensity.

 

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Yo this was a fire comment! Awesome!

 

[Werew0lf 24180]

“Could you summarise this for me?” Hadrian issued the parchment to one of his knights.

 

“Uh, let me see.” The imperial knight scanned the parchment. “You are evil, you need to be put down, feel sorry for your children, I hope you die. People of Azuras, rise up against the Empire…”

 

“Oh, alright. The usual stuff, then?” The Emperor questioned.

 

“Yes, Your Imperial Majesty… - the usual stuff.”  The knight responded.

 

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COOL POST YEETBOY!

 

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

1 minute ago, Werew0lf said:

“Could you summarise this for me?” Hadrian issued the parchment to one of his knights.

 

“Uh, let me see.” The imperial knight scanned the parchment. “You are evil, you need to be put down, feel sorry for your children, I hope you die. People of Azuras, rise up against the Empire…”

 

“Oh, alright. The usual stuff, then?” The Emperor questioned.

 

“Yes, Your Imperial Majesty… - the usual stuff.”  The knight responded.

 

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COOL POST YEETBOY!

 

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THANK YOU! Was worried for a bit about if posting it might get me in trouble, but figured if I made clear at the start that it was all in good fun it was fine. 

 

[FireAGN 1207]

"Erm. Who is this guy?" The Patriarch de Senna says as he shows the flyer to his brother, Father Pontius, pointing out where they were mentioned. @littyfam

[Pancakehz 2279]

Azhug'Gorkil beatboxes to this sick poem.

[WhimsicalOwl 268]

A woman, once a de Senna, squints down at the mention of her family's name. First in confusion, then in disgust that this fool would even mention her family.

 

"Eugh, more propaganda from the badlands - what fool could possibly take this seriously?"

 

Edith takes a moment to ponder the entertaining writings of a man seeking attention. Still though, she could at least commend him for the courage to speak out - as foolish as his take was.

 

"No matter the state of things, life will always go on. May this man one day realize that if he spent more time with his kin than putting ink to parchment against a foe he cannot possibly defeat, he'd be much happier."

[Frisket 4538]

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Alright I’m putting this in a AI Kendrick Lamar Video gimme a week or two…

 

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

1 minute ago, Frisket said:

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Alright I’m putting this in a AI Kendrick Lamar Video gimme a week or two…

 

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lol I'll be waiting! Can't wait to see it! (don't let K.Dot find out though, we don't want him doing LOTC like he did Drake lol)

 

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"This poem undeniably added twenty years to my sentence of exile.” Livia proposed the missive over her shoulder, lolling it between a careless slump of index and thumb. 

 

@sam33497

 

 

[Ardory 2978]

Big Hat Society #3, Soxton Boomstitch, finds the poem on the door of the Aelwen library and reads it over, his eyes getting more and more energetic as he continues down. He mumbles along to the poem until it finishes.

 

"I need to find this Maddok Tam..." he says at last, a hint of mischief in his tone and a large grin.

 

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[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Just now, Astrophysical said:

Big Hat Society #3, Soxton Boomstitch, finds the poem on the door of the Aelwen library and reads it over, his eyes getting more and more energetic as he continues down. He mumbles along to the poem until it finishes.

 

"I need to find this Maddok Tam..." he says at last, a hint of mischief in his tone and a large grin.

 

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Maddock Tam sneezed as he was relaxing after venting his anger and frustrations about Hadrian’s poor parenting through lyrical warfare. That wasn’t a good omen, he lived on the coast, there’s little reason to sneeze here.

[Ardory 2978]

1 minute ago, Yeetboy0206 said:

Maddock Tam sneezed as he was relaxing after venting his anger and frustrations about Hadrian’s poor parenting through lyrical warfare. That wasn’t a good omen, he lived on the coast, there’s little reason to sneeze here.

 

A few moments after Maddock sneezed, the poem which lay in Soxton's tiny hands burst into flames. 

 

"OH NO!" he screams as the poem continues to burn, yet it did not burn away.

 

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[Yeetboy0206 1574]

1 hour ago, OwlofMiracles said:

A woman, once a de Senna, squints down at the mention of her family's name. First in confusion, then in disgust that this fool would even mention her family.

 

"Eugh, more propaganda from the badlands - what fool could possibly take this seriously?"

 

Edith takes a moment to ponder the entertaining writings of a man seeking attention. Still though, she could at least commend him for the courage to speak out - as foolish as his take was.

 

"No matter the state of things, life will always go on. May this man one day realize that if he spent more time with his kin than putting ink to parchment against a foe he cannot possibly defeat, he'd be much happier."

Maddock Tam sneezed AGAIN while hanging out with his wife and four children. This is even worse. He never sneezes in his own house.