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Dietrich van Jungingen looks forwards to writing plays for the troupe!

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dedicated to, and with the gracious patronage of, His Royal Majesty King Andrik III and the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska The Ship of State Sail on, you ship of state! Ship of northern Union great! Sail on, through cold ice plow Breezing on with eager bow; Sail on, where harsh storms blow Bringing lesser nations low; Sail on, through dange'rous seas Steering through both pain and ease Sail on, you ship of state! Ship of northern Duma great! All your good, loyal crew Look eager to a future new; To unwritten hopes and fears Of untold fates of future years; All await just past your sight; Sail on: times ahead shine bright! Written by Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Application: ((MC Name: Ghost_Waffles)) ((Discord [Can Share Privately]: Ghost_Waffles #1729)) Name: Dietrich van Jungingen Age: 42 Place of Birth: Haense Position Being Applied For: Artisan (Poet) Previous Job Experience (If Applicable): I've been a poet for over twenty years, and I would dare say I'm quite good at it.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Memories of Another Time – Part I I find often, that I reminisce and think of what was before. These poems, I think shall capture my passed memories and thoughts – my nostalgic view of our past, tragic and glorious, and events long such forgotten. When writing these, a strange sorrow has often gripped me, ghosts conjured up from my memories of another time. I have labelled these two poems, ‘Part I’, for I am sure that I shall write many more in these coming months. The Prikaz Ah, the gleaming Prikaz Palace; Where songs were sung, a king's ear was lent Where the finest Carrion Black filled every chalice; When I recall those time-worn years, I bitterly lament. I cry fond tears at your cruelest fate, At your disuse and your neglect. The last king to stay has left your gate; So I raise a glass of Carrion Black with old respect Renatus Defeated Ah, you crumbled, dead, Renatian regime! Your legions are gone - good riddance to that; Your memory's ephemeral, like a forgotten bad dream; No more Kings on the Dragon’s throne are sat. Your own people rejoiced when you were dissolved And not by a heroic struggle, but by a mere decree! You who made Helena decadent and devolved: I remember your end with satisfied glee. Written by Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

WAYREST Times in Wayrest have certainly been interesting as of late. Eric Cumberland, the beloved champion of the people, has triumphed over a large Redguard expeditionary force supporting the knave Edwystir Moorford, thereby defeating his bitter foe for the second time and killing him in single combat on the field of battle. With the Redguards crushed, his force turned northwards, greeted with cheers and adoration. Cumberland himself is now hailed as king by many a peasant. And yet, the time for kingship has not come just yet; local magnates and leaders still maintain autonomous control over the scattered towns and regions of the country and there is a still a general state of lawlessness and relative anarchy. Furthermore, the city of Wayrest itself still lays in ruins, occupied by marauding freebooters and pirates. And, perhaps the greatest challenge to peace of them all, the pretender of Northpoint maintains an icy grasp over the northernmost reaches of the kingdom; it is this that is threat Cumberland marches to put down. As the adoring crowds and busy towns are replaced by scorched countryside and empty villages, a barren wasteland, it becomes obvious to Cumberland's men that whilst their leader stands on the pedestal of greatness, it is but a pedestal of sand, with the future lying misty and inscrutable. There is plenty of time yet for winds to change, for a wayward arrow or unfortunate decision to end Cumberland's ascendancy: these are interesting times... Actions: The march continues...

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Stallion See the Stallion, this god of war, And gasp in terror and in fear As this knight lets out his battle-roar And smites his foes far and near; They fall before this being. Who is this saint of battle, who walks amongst mere men? He is the Northern saviour, whose never made a judgement wrong; Who is this clever mind of war, who's beyond mere mortal ken? He is a mighty soldier, who's praised in every tavern song; So I'll tell you who this is, dear friends For to the King his talent lends And for our Kingdom he has served And from his mission never curved; This is a man of duty and of honour. His victories roll from heralds' tongues; He is this Kingdom's warder And his loyal men make weak their lungs To cry 'Aye!' to every order: At Helena, Silversea, Leuven, he fought as a lion. He's at the front of every charge, The greatest general of our day, His feats are many, always large: The brave Ser Wilheim Barclay. Written by Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Wheel Turns Nothing ever changes, the wheel keeps turning, Nothing new happens on this tired old world. Everything’s already come to pass before; intrigue’s burning, And humanity’s still not learning That a squabble then a war is not the only path. The wheel keeps turning, an Empire stands, it’ll crumble in time, The ninth Empire; a telling number. History’s annals will always be caked in the grime, Of the men and woman who in their prime, Did nothing but waste away their little lives. The wheel keeps turning. What are we petty men but dust? We are soon but fading memories, then soon forgotten. Our minds must be caked in a rotting rust For we cannot see that we must Live now because soon we will die. The wheel keeps turning – soon it will stop, for me and you For we are but candles in the rain Extinguished in an instant, to be replaced by the new And there’s nothing you or I can possibly do But cement our legacy now, before it’s too late. The wheel will not be turning for long, for us. Soon the wheel shall turn again and leave us behind. So heed what I say, for I say thus That we must do what we can now, to be remembered. You must think, write, you must compose, For a good cause fight, anything I suppose So long as in a hundred years men will about you say: ‘This man was great, a great man of his day.’ Written by Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dietrich van Jungingen shakes his head at 'Haenseni-Ruska' in disgust.

Wayrest Oh fair Wayrest, weak you lay The ***** of High Rock and the Bay Never will you rise again; Your time is done, weep in vain This verse, written by an anonymous poet from Dwynnen, resonates amongst the populace of Wayrest as civil war rages. Edwystir Moorford now seems destined to irrelevance following not only the loss of his power base at Alcaire to the pretender of Northpoint, but also his crushing defeat outside the city of Wayrest by Cumberland’s forces. Accompanied by a small force of knights, he has been forced to live off the land with his men and lay low. He swears that the next time he sees Cumberland, he will force his rival to a duel. But all is not yet lost. With the call from the forces of Hammerfell sent out to the pretenders of Wayrest, Moorford sees an opportunity. He takes his men, and moves to join forces with King Ennis’ army at Faragel’s Landing, stating that dealing with the pirates occupying the city of Wayrest is more important than petty internal squabbles... -Moorford takes his knights, and moves as carefully as possible to Faragel’s Landing, attempting to avoid any forces other than that led by Salah Ayebid of the Forebears. He sends a letter preceding his arrival, stating his willingness to work with the redguards to clear out the pirate menace and to settle peacefully the succession crisis of Wayrest.

Wayrest Edwystir Moorford. Knight and general. The epitome of chivalric virtue. For many years he served King Barynia, and now he claims that the man promised him the throne. He is known for honour, so the doubts cast on this claim are regarded by his followers as spurious. Though, what is truth in politics but a useful tool? Edwystir rallies his followers in the fields and villages that make up the greater Kingdom of Wayrest, where he and the other claimants have been forced to settle their squabbles; the city is still held by pirates, so news of the pledge by King Ennis to aid against the pirate threat is celebrated all across Wayrest, and surely this proclamation by one of his greatest backers does nothing but boost Edwystir’s popularity. Far more insidious than pledges of support from a King of Hammerfell to the Bretons is a pledge of support from an Orc. Atoba Gro-Duron, a man feared by many in the Kingdom. He met with Edwystir privately in person, and although many rumours fly around as to what exactly transpired, what is certain is that the Orc has offered his support to Edwystir in return for the ruins of Nova Orsinium. He asks the chief to send a force into Wayrest to destroy the armies of rival claimants as quickly as possible. Edwystir has made his attitudes clear to Wayrest’s old rival in the west also – he is not one to lie or bend the truth when asked a question directly. It is his intention to once more restore Wayrest as a regional power in the Illiac Bay, and humiliate the old enemy, if he gains the crown. Now he prepares for war, exhorting Bretons across the Kingdom to flock to his banner. Actions -As many men as possible are raised to fight for Edwystir. -A diplomat is sent to King Ennis requesting for the Forebears to send money as quickly as possible to support his effort.

Dietrich nods in agreement. “This Brother Joren, I must meet this man. Perhaps he shall be open to some of my own ideas...” He mutters quietly to himself.

WAYREST Wayrest burns. Corsairs from across the Illiac Bay, invited in by King Barynia to kill his political enemies, have invaded the kingdom and sacked the city. Whether Barynia is dead or not is uncertain – some say he was killed in his throne room, cut down by a ruffian’s blade and others still claim that he is hiding in the countryside, gathering support. Whatever the truth, Wayrest is without a ruler. Broken by administrative mismanagement and a bumbling monarch, and overshadowed by powerful Daggerfall to the west, it seems that the city is destined to decline into irrelevance. Various claimants struggle for the throne, rallying supporters. The city remains in the hands of brigands and roaming gangs – it is in ruins, a facsimile of it’s former glory. Once, it was a great power – now it is a wreck. Normal society and daily life have been disrupted by the bands of brigands now free to roam the countryside. The country is in a state of complete and utter ruin. If any foreign nations were to take an interest in the affairs of this Kingdom, the fate of Wayrest will certainly become very interesting indeed... Actions -A claimant sends a message to the ruler of Daggerfall asking for monetary support and troops. -The diplomant sent by King Ennis of the Forebears Clan is greeted by the sight of the city in flames. A local claimant requests support for the throne. -A claimant sends a message to the Emperor for support. -A claimant sends a message to King Talib of Hammerfell for support.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Battle Song of The North I've walked amongst our lilies that are all the world's desire I've heard our crows that flock to sing the praises of our sire I've seen our beauteous forests that are growing ever higher We march to save our homes, We march to save our homes Ave now to the Koeng! Long live the Koeng! We'll die to save the North! When Sigismund took up his scroll this truth he did reveal The North shall last forevermore for Jove has blessed our steel So as we march for Koeng and Jove let none now doubt our zeal We march to serve our faith, We march to serve our faith Ave now to the Koeng! Long live the Koeng! We'll die to save the North! We're men of Ruska and of Haense we won’t back down in fright So draw your swords and seize your reins, we'll give the South their fight We'll charge them in the daytime and we'll raid them in the night We march to crush our foes, We march to crush our foes Ave now to the Koeng! Long live the Koeng! We'll die to save the North! We’ll die to save the North! Written by Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher- Dedicated to The Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska and all Her peoples who take up arms in her defence and interests ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dietrich nods his head in approval.

[!] A poem has been pinned on noticeboards in Reza , and been sent circulating around the rest of the Orenian Empire by a few couriers. [!] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Imperial Peasant I walk often through these sodden fields And mine tired eyes do often see A weeded land with barren yields Where a poor man slaves in misery For meager pay, no real reward; A thankless job, for his thankless lord. No clothes upon his wretched back Save tattered rags, wet with fog And a cheap, filthy, worthless sack Shot with holes, not fit for a dog Let alone for a man made by GOD; Yet forced to suffer a strong birch rod. At his side he bears a mark of war And when he toils it creaks and groans For once to the Emperor he swore And fought, yet nobody even hears his moans For nobody cares for those like him; See how his body is bony and slim. His wife clings to his side in the rain A woman with nothing to her name And nothing but death to hope to gain For when he dies, there's nothing to claim And no money to pay for a marked grave; For this wretched man is paid as a slave. Written by Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[!] A poem has been pinned on noticeboards in Reza and Ayr, and been sent circulating around the rest of Hanseti-Ruska by couriers. [!] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Sea of Fate We stand before the sea of fate, Steering Hanseti-Ruska’s course; One way to ruin, the end of the state Glory the other, the end of remorse! For the way to triumph is beckoning, If the bold are ready to seize it The Crow is facing a reckoning; So call back our national spirit! Look back at our enemy, dissolved by decree, Dissolved by the war it supposedly won; And yet Haense still stands, in spirit free - We stand still glorious, so smile as the sun! So rally now, you loyal Haense-men, And spur the horse of your ambition Our kingdom shall be great then; A people with a vision! Written by Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Good job, Wilheim. I’m proud of you.” Says Dietrich, smiling at the prospect of his friend’s wedding.

Dietrich van Jungingen frowns, as the House of Cascadia itself begins to associate with a band of bloodthirsty murderers...

'Ah, the Greyguard. A worthy institution for a worthy house, if I do say so myself.' Says Dietrich to himself.

On The Rights and Equality of Men In these times of war and conflict, it has become clear that a code of moral guidelines must be produced to stop undue suffering and slaughter. But, more than this, it is necessary to attack the vilest dogma any Church has ever produced. I, Dietrich van Jungingen, hereby present my thoughts on the rights and equality of humanity. By the Hellenic Council of 1718, the Renatian Church – which is what I will call the half of the Canonist Church previously ruled by Siegmund from here onwards, for the sake of clarity – put in place the flawed dogma that as their ideas are shared by many peoples, they must be divinely inspired and perfect. I embrace the concept that some things are detestable in the eyes of GOD as they transgress the divine laws set forth by the Scrolls. But the Divine Laws proposed by the Renatian Church included such drivel as it being only ‘natural’, and ‘divinely inspired’ to ‘cleanse with fire’ and publicly humiliate people who commit the simple and universal mistake of straying from the teachings of the Scrolls. Everybody strays from GOD’s path from time to time, and as such punishment is futile, cruel and unnecessary. Anything that causes undue harm and suffering to men simply cannot be ‘divinely inspired’ because it goes against the very nature of GOD. The gravest sin of the Renatian Church was proposing that one state, Renatus, is the state of the Church and of GOD and that all other peoples are ‘subhuman’, and must therefore wear ‘collars’, ‘tattoos’ and bracelets’ obtained from ‘The Society for Moral Health’, which was planned to haplessly discriminate foreigners in Renatus. This is doggerel on a grand scale. No state enjoys the sole blessings of GOD – the very idea is astonishing because when GOD created man, he didn’t invent the empire or the kingdom. Such things are of men therefore and like men – flawed and imperfect - and therefore below GOD and should be below any self-respecting Church. No Church should ever involve itself with politics because doing so undermines its very mission as being a spiritual institution for salvation, not a secular one for raw power and influence. The idea that a Church can call men ‘foreigners’ is ridiculous as all men are spiritually equal brothers in the eyes of GOD, not defined by nationality. This also makes it clear that the Church defines itself by a secular nation and is therefore obviously false and politically motivated. Describing the state of Renatus as ‘divine’ is foolish, no matter whether you serve that state or not: states are secular institutions run by men who serve only their own power – similar, ironically, to the Renatian Church which seemed to have abandoned its mission of religious guidance in favour of spouting foul dogma. The idea of men being ‘subhuman’ because they do not subscribe to a single, ‘correct’ secular state or nationality is not one that any man not blinded by ignorance, arrogance, nationalism or faith should follow and agree with. For are not all men spiritually equal in the eyes of GOD? Whether you are a loyal man of Renatus or not, the idea that men from Hanseti-Ruska, Ves, Sutica, Norland or Curonia should wear bracelets and brandings marking them out as ‘subhuman’ is frankly dangerous, disgusting and wrong, a vile attack against the rights of humanity which can only lead to greater injustices. It is a foolish idea that should be mocked by all right-thinking men and opposed vocally. The schism may have ended, but these filthy rulings remain in a grey area – it is up to the newly united Church to decide whether to embrace them or deny them. I do not address these words only to the great minds of Arcas - the philosophers, the writers, the priests, the theologians, William Jrent, Eidr Harraqa - but to all people: the farmers, the soldiers, the merchants, the kings, all must see Siegmund’s folly and be repulsed by his sickly implications. Most importantly, however, I address High Pontiff Daniel VI – you must declare the Hellenic Council of 1718 to have been illegitimate, annul its outcomes, and denounce its messages or you will surely face another schism; I also would like to implore you to halt the Church’s petty, irrelevant secular politicking. Religion aside, it is in times of warfare when the equality of men becomes threatened, as it is when states interact on a grand and destructive scale and their separate codes of law become incompatible and unenforceable, and the whims of the strong reign supreme - war is, ironically, also when the equality of men becomes notable to the eye as king and commoner alike are cut down. I therefore humbly propose a universal set of laws with eighteen points, to ideally be respected across the length and breadth Arcas by all humanity, lightly inspired by the three points originally raised by the pretender Joseph Marna: The Rights and Laws of Men I. No man may be punished, killed or attempted to be punished or killed on the sole basis of a difference in ideals or political or religious opinions and beliefs. II. Prisoners of war must never be executed or tortured and must be treated fairly. III. At the end of a war, no man who supported or fought for the opposing side must be killed for that simple reason alone. IV. No acts of vengeance should be carried out against a nation or people as a whole, or to individuals without basis. V. No man may commit undue violence, murder or acts of cruelty. VI. No man may abuse captured prisoners or people in any way. VII. No man may kill another who is unarmed or who does not otherwise pose a threat. VIII. No man may break a peace treaty or truce. IX. No man may be punished due to their nationality. X. No man may be punished for criticising a ruler, unless they openly suggest treason. XI. No man may be enslaved. XII. No publication, belief or idea should be censored for any reason. XIII. No man may be punished or killed without a fair trial or be held to be guilty unless proven innocent. XIV. No man may be denied medical aid, food, or water regardless of any disagreement or difference in any beliefs or allegiances. XV. No man may break an oath or promise. XVI. No man may be denied the Rights of Men or be held to be above it. XVII. It is the moral duty of man to oppose an oppressive government and to refuse injustice. XVIII. It is the moral duty of man to uphold the Rights of Men. It would be naïve and highly optimistic of me to assume that this list of laws will ever be held in significance in my lifetime or in anybody’s – I can but hope that they will be respected, and cement the rights and standards to which all men should be held accountable to, in the dream of a fairer world. Written by Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher- on the 15th of Godfrey’s Triumph 1720

"This war has caused incredible suffering. But poetry is flourishing regardless - probably because of it," Dietrich says to himself.

[!] A poem has been pinned on walls in Reza, and been sent circulating around northern Arcas by couriers. [!] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Helena’s Walls The Crow marches on, to Helena’s Walls, And righteousness follows after him, a noble struggle, Preceded by justice and glory, To remove Godfrey from his blood-stained halls. Haeseni brothers stand side by side, united, Against the perfidious Pertinaxi. Joseph’s men fight for truth and liberation; And despite grave wounds, fight with lion-like bravery, For it is their duty to serve their nation Against the false Dragon, to end Godfrey’s slavery Of the stolen throne of Renatus. The streets are filled to the brim with sorrow. Men are slashed and killed, Throats are cut where soldiers lay, Blood is gashed and spilled, And the wounded slaughtered on this day. In these times of pain and greed, Renatus cares not for a humane deed. The tide turns, the heroes are shattered Inside these perfidious palace halls. But there’s no time to weep as the Crow falls, And drips his blood down Helena’s Walls; No, the hateful false Dragon must be slain, By blood and by steel, it will pay for its crime, So avenge this defeat; Men of Arcas, rise! Stand up and fight, for now is your time! Written by Dietrich van Jungingen -Writer and Philosopher- on the 13th Snow Maiden 1717 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Part of my definition of power gaming was cut off. I intended to write: Powergaming is doing something your character can't plausibly do with their skills and abilities. For example, saying that your character starts flying, despite not having that power. Power-emoting is forcing your actions on someone else so they cannot give resistance. For example, 'Leopold stabs Dietrich deep into his chest' rather than the acceptable 'Leopold attempts to stab Dietrich in the chest'