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    Dietrich van Jungingen
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  1. The Lupine Instinct All others have an enigmatic passion - It is the lupine instinct, of the randy beast, The kind that urges man on, To ensure that mankind is plentiful, Or to enjoy himself in private. And yet, what is that feeling? I do not know - how can I know? I do not think I feel it, this urge This lusty and supposedly enjoyable urge. How can a man not know what he lacks? It is unknown to me, this primeval desire, As old as time and more frequent than rain. But is it unknown? It is definitely an enigma, or perhaps simply It is some riddle for me to unravel. I do not know my own self - I am on the unknown waters of the soul, Rowing towards a shadowed point - On lonely nights I think on all this, And it is a great trouble to my mind. Written by the royal poet Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher-
  2. Dietrich nods his head in approval. “Indeed. A human state, for humanity. Since when have the elves ever cared about us? And why should we do the same?”
  3. “I admire Rutledge, yes, but there can be no denying that humanity is the superior race, chosen by GOD no less, the champions of the Canonist faith. This is a very troubling document in deed.” Dietrich furrows his brows with distaste.
  4. I accidentally posted the same post twice. I flag one for removal and link the other in discords. The staff remove the one i linked and keep the one i flagged. Very annoying indeed

  5. Helena, the Frontier State Ah, Helena, the frontier city! With its strange, furless fashions - Oh how I feel for our senators with pity, Without carrion black or 'Haenser' passions. Pioneers of an age, trudging for pearls, Our young men venture up to the south. Bereft of maidens, they court exotic girls, Drawn deep into danger's smiling mouth; So, far from the pleasant heartlands, Far from their safe homes in the north, They're sucked into unknown quicksands Which only a frontier state brings forth. Ah Helena, what an odd place! So far from normal, civilised Haense! Written by the royal poet Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher-
  6. The Humble Chair Is a chair a humble thing? No pig ever made a chair. What crude beast ever sat upon a seat? It is a pleasure, a chair, pure civilisation, Imagined by mankind To please mankind. Why is a throne special? Man says it is a special place to sit. A chair that should bestow absolute authority. So you see, it is not chairs That are mundane, but rather Mankind's majesty is mundane. Written by the royal poet Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher-
  7. Is This Right, For I Do Not Know. The sons take up their father's role The family is broken. Is this right? Is this duty Or some treason? In northern climes The aggrieved gather round a table With an undefined authority. Bestowed by none. With unanimous clamours, Maybe intent to power, They proclaim to uphold the crown, But do they defy it? I forget what is right. Perhaps they are right. Morality’s glass steams with a thousand breaths. I know only the sanctity of law The neutral power of authority. I forget reason, as all do. I wait with bated breath For the clouds to clear. Or gather Written by the royal poet Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher-
  8. Those asinine victory posts should be banned, or at least regulated to a greater extent
  9. A battle song, which I generously donate to the Imperial State Army. Dedicated to the Imperial State Army and the great glory of the Holy Orenian Empire Sons of Horen When the wars are looking bad And all our allies start to flee That's when I feel so truly glad For what Lord Barclay said to me: March, march and raise the shout! Hear the call, all men of Oren! Front the charge and start the rout, Fight for man, proud sons of Horen! If we lacked GOD's holy light - Which blesses even Oren's poorest field - If we lacked GOD's holy might - What heathen faith could be a shield? March, march and raise the shout! Hear the call, all men of Oren! Front the charge and start the rout, Fight for man, proud sons of Horen! If we did not stand and fight - Which is of course our greatest moral duty - If we did not do what's right - What would become of Oren's beauty? March, march and raise the shout! Hear the call, all men of Oren! Front the charge and start the rout, Fight for man, proud sons of Horen! If we had not hearts resolute - Which they are, they're brave enough for double - If we had not valour in dispute - Would Oren have weathered the troubles? March, march and raise the shout! Hear the call, all men of Oren! Front the charge and start the rout, Fight for man, proud sons of Horen! March, march and raise the shout! Hear the call, all men of Oren! Front the charge and start the rout, Fight for man, proud sons of Horen! Written by the royal poet Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher-
  10. Dietrich struggles with the messages of the document. "Haense is not simply one large frontier... to frame it simply as such, as an extension of the crown lands of Helena, is the narrow view of a Heartlander. Of course, settling the farthest expanses of the farthest north is a dream for many Haensemen. But that is not who we are - we are not simply men who have come from pleasant lands to some backwater. We were born into a land that may be harsh, but which is plentiful and rich also, rather than simply a wild and unforgiving wasteland; the defining characteristic of what it is to be Haeseni, is rather the spirit of stubborn perseverance rather than that of an exploratory pioneer."
  11. A CONTEST OF VERSE I, DIETRICH VAN JUNGINGEN, a royal poet of Hanseti-Ruska and the greatest writer in Oren and indeed all Arcas, would like to announce a poetry competition to encourage the art in not only my Haense but in Oren also, with the support and gracious royal patronage of his royal majesty King Andrik IV of Hanseti-Ruska and her royal majesty the Queen-Consort Maya Valeriya Barbanov For too long, I have slaved almost alone in my efforts to spread the light of poetry and whilst this has brought me graciously received recognition, it is a hard burden to bear knowing that Haense alone is apparently the only province capable of producing moving and powerful verses. It would please me greatly to see others take up the art, if only to experience the pleasure of composing poetry for themselves. It is truly one of the few arts capable of revealing one’s heart in an honest, uncorrupted and significant way, whilst simultaneously moving the hearts of others; poetry is a simple yet mighty thing - I do not believe mankind could bear to live without it. I invite even the most amateur of poets, even the simplest of peasants yet also the noblest of lords to enter my competition, to shine the light of Orenian culture across the realm. Any applicants must please send their poems to Black Street V, Reza((*)) within two Elven weeks. I shall then choose a winner and runners-up. Happy writing, and I wish you all the best of luck! Signed, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, King Andrew IV of Hanseti-Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Ulgaard, Lahy, Sorbesborg and Slesvik, Duke of Carnatia and Videus, Margrave of Rothswald, Count of Graiswald, Karikhov, Baranya, Kvasz, Kavat, Karovia, Kovachgrad, Torun, Turov, and Kaunas, Baron of Rhysburg, Venzia, Esenstadt, Krepost and Kralta, Lord of Alban, Reza, Markev, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Maya Valeriya Barbanov, Queen-Consort of Hanseti-Ruska, Baroness of Antioch Dietrich van Jungingen ((*Please don’t bother to actually send me your poems in Minecraft, this line was purely for flavour.)) ((OOC INFORMATION)) ((OOC ADVICE))
  12. “Your group has burned down the slums in order to pin the cause of the fire on the nobility and the middle classes... how despicable. And it’s almost laughable that you would write, ‘The slums were burnt not by the hands of the rebellion that wishes to free these people from chains, but by the very elites that wish to halt our revolution. The aristocracy has long announced their plans to tear down and destroy the slums, and they finally found their scapegoat to pin it on. The notion that a group for the worker would destroy the home of the worker is an insult to the intellect of man, the mental ability he possesses. But they lie and cheat, their wicked tongues flicking once more to masterfully con people out of their livelihoods of their own free will’, when the government has rebuilt the slums to be safer and robust, has offered free food and money to all those affected and has shown deep concern for this attack on the common folk. When their reaction is considered, your argument falls apart immediately as the ravings of a lunatic... I struggle to see how any of your fellows can take your movement seriously when the only ones who have harmed them, is you,” Dietrich remarks to himself as he reads the missive.
  13. The greatest poet in the Empire, possibly in all Arcas, looks at the poster with interest...
  14. Dietrich van Jungingen returns to his home and pours himself a glass upon hearing the news. "They were both despicable men, and I'm glad they've left this sorry world."
  15. Dietrich van Jungingen, the greatest contemporary Orenian poet, is offended that he and his work - or any work of Haense for that matter - have not been mentioned.
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