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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-

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-

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-

Those asinine victory posts should be banned, or at least regulated to a greater extent

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-

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."

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))

“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.

The greatest poet in the Empire, possibly in all Arcas, looks at the poster with interest...

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."

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.

I agree with you. Both of them broke rules and deserve to be punished. I don’t see how your statement relates to what I said in any way

People saying that him then being executed IRP is a sufficient punishment, aren’t considering that IRP punishments don’t excuse OOC rule-breaking.

@adamc2000 most of my poems are in a very different form to this one, so I’m not really qualified to offer any proper feedback. Ultimately, poetry is from the heart, so free-form poems such as this one are very hard to give feedback on. I’d love to see you write more!

Nice little poem here.

"Time to end this man's career, methinks... let's see here... 'Support the creation of forts and working with our allies to counter the increasing banditry and barbarism that hurts our children and civilians' The coppinger act has already addressed this issue. Haense doesn't need more forts. He's commited to providing 'new ideals'... He should be preserving Haense culture, not selling us out to change! 'I know what it is like to build from the ground up. I won’t hide the fact that my family, [was] born within the ancient heritage of this kingdom'. I can't help but laugh at this contradiction. He's a noble, like all the rest, not some downtrodden peasant. 'I have returned here in this land to rebuild the foundation of my family' So, at least he's honest that he's only standing for election to further the reputation of his house, not to improve Haense properly. 'Here is my three point plan' He then proceeds to give four points. An uneducated senator is a bad senator. 'I stand by the need to ensure that the Brotherhood of Saint Karl maintains its distinct place in our ranks as the primary bulwark against all dangers and enemies in Haense.' A completely meaningless statement. Why would it be replaced? Who is calling for that? If he actually addressed the threat of a centralised Imperial army, instead of sidestepping the issue, he wouldn't look like such a Crownlands shill! 'Designate an office in the Imperial Department of Foreign Affairs that builds on the work of keeping up with vassals and ensuring their welfare and prosperity.' There are already regular vassal reports being published with this exact purpose in mind! 'Pass a bill to broaden access to food and sustenance. Too many people do not have food on their dinner tables! It is time to right this wrong by designating one day every saint’s week in all major cities in Oren to provide sustenance to those who need it most.' Free food is already available from the Reza town hall. In short, this long-winded statement contains little of substance. Vote Ruthern to see some actual change!" Dietrich says triumphantly.

Dietrich van Jungingen publicly declares his support for the Ruthern.

Dedicated to, and with the gracious patronage of, His Royal Majesty King Andrik III and the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska Raiders! Look south! A column of smoke rises, Far away, far off in the distance. They'll now be looting stolen prizes - Those raiders, I mean, squashing resistance. It's the second attack this fortday, The second poor farm to fall that is. Maybe the army'll make them pay - But those bandits, they'll be off in a whizz. Are they from Norland? Or Elves, or Orcs? There's no way of knowing right now. Perhaps we'll tell from the wounds of a corpse - Anyway, we always find out somehow. The horizon, see it cloud, dusty; Those men are moving off - surprising. These didn't stay long - these weren’t lusty - But look west! A column is rising! Written by the royal poet Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher-

“Finally, people are seeing the light and beginning to realise the utter barbarity of war. If only my own Rights of Man had caught on during the last war.” Dietrich rejoices at the news. He cries tears of joy that a document like this has been signed by the Emperor.

"It is a shame on our race that only an elven government tries to formally prevent the harming of children." Dietrich shakes his head, but smiles. "It's good that a war criminal is being held accountable for his crimes, however. I look forward to the results of this development, whatever happens."

“No soldier with any honour would ever kill a child. And no officers with even a scrap of morality would permit their men to do as such,” Dietrich notes with a sad and outraged tone.

“How can a child be a prisoner of war...? What crimes can she have possibly committed deserving of a trial...? What charges can possibly be brought against a small girl...?” Dietrich is utterly incredulous. He mourns for the sick minds of a war-crazed humanity.

“Rodrik Kortrevich is a monster. He is barely a man. He has treated his family with nothing but contempt, and brought on them nothing but pain and sorrow.” Dietrich shakes his head, and goes back to his drinking. The thoughts of the play he promised for Sarah toll loudly in his mind...

((OOC: I wish the best of luck with this project, but honestly, this had got to be the laziest name-transplant I’ve seen on this server.