Shmeepicus

MC NAME : Shmeepicus RP NAME : Ivan var Ruthern AGE : 36 Are you an Orenian Citizen or Ally : Citizen Are you an ISA Soldier or a Knight of the Empire : Y If you are from a Noble House, which one : Ruthern

Ivan var Ruthern sighed as he watched the Cathedral burn. "We truly did try to stop her- it was horrible! The Sedanian's are lost.."

"Someone woke up in a very sour and malicious mood." Ivan commented, reading over the missive with raised brows. "Seven Skies.. very, very, sour."

Ivan var Ruthern was particularly fond of killing the Orcs that had fought with the Orenians in the first engagements of the war.

The Battle at Stone Tower, 1856 A man of Blackvale, finishing a Dwarven combatant off. On the 10th of the Deep Cold, 1856, the Empire was already planning their new offensives into the Heathen realm. Lieutenant Colonel Quinn Darkwood organized a raid into Urguani land, when he was relayed information of an Uruk war party deep within the territories of Oren. When the men sallied out, a mere eighteen hundred soldiers marched onwards. A large detachment was sent home, and the smaller group pressed on to Eastfleet, where they were met by a sizeable company of the Ferrymen and those Renatian men of Blackvale, the Prince Gaspard van Aert among them. The force marched through now occupied Dwarven land as they crossed the Bridge of Unification, they were surprised at the lack of activity upon the road, and made camp for a moment uproad of Haverlock. When they arrived they were surprised to see not a soul inside- perhaps the craven Sedanites were intelligent enough to leave their hovels, for their newly erected city would soon burn. It would appear that the Dwarves' hold upon Imperial land was anything but strong- as they were not even prepared to defend it, despite a formal renewing of hostilities a Saint’s day prior. They marched onwards into the Urguan frontier, a force consisting of two-thousand men and it was there, among the tunnels and towers at the old Ferrymen keep they waited in ambush. Hours passed before the combined Urguan and Krugmar force emerged from their hovels, outflanking the Orenian forces in a trap. They faced off both their front and rear, the Uruk’s mounting the palisades of Stonetower whilst the Dwarves of Urguan stood steadfast upon their steeds before the combined host. Banjo, Captain of the Ferrymen, bellowed out a call, “pull back, quickly!” As the melee began, the Orenian forces just managed to slip through the trap and began an organized retreat to Stonetower, that was the Dwarven folly. Having fought with the Ferrymen and men of Blackvale before, one would think them knowledgeable of their tactics- yet their stubbornness and ignorance proved a boon to the Imperial’s today, as they fell for this bait and swiftly gave chase. With another swift order, “turn, now!” Banjo cried out amidst the clamor, the forces quickly spun on a heel and, with a fervor not before seen, met steel with their enemy. The melee was fierce, yet quick and decisive, steel clashing against steel as the two sides met. Once the dust had settled, blood soaked the earth, not that of any humans as a mere hundred of the Imperial rally laid in the dirt, yet Urguani land was soaked with the blood of twenty-two hundred dead Dwarves and Orcs. A rage has been awoken within those of Oren- one that will not be satisfied until Imperial lands are returned to us. Any who would be bold enough to stand in our path will meet the same end those who braved the combined forces of Oren, the Ferrymen and Blackvale did today. The days of the Dwarves number few- the days of Sedan fewer. We will take back our home and avenge the lives lost in its defense.

Ivan var Ruthern chuckled happily as he heard the news. "The exodus continues!" He stated simply.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs Recruitment Drive, 1856 In recent years, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has stagnated quite a bit. Old positions once held by people who had taken great strides and leaps in their duties have failed to maintain the relationships that we have built with other nations, sitting on their hands. As such, it was deemed fit to purge a good number of the staff within Foreign Affairs- and in that action we now have many positions to fill. If any are willing to assist in the office, we are more than happy to start you off with the position of Diplomat, having an experienced member assisting you in establishing meetings as well as attending them to see how you do. For those of you who may have been working for the department in the past- and see your old position marked as vacant but wish to continue working for the Ministry, contact me by bird and we can sort things out. The positions required to be filled are as follows: Ambassador to Norland - Vacant Ambassador to Urguan - Vacant Ambassador to Elvenesse - Vacant Ambassador to Krugmar - Vacant Ambassador to Ebonwood - Vacant Ambassador to the Mother’s Grove - Vacant If you are interested- please reach out to me by bird. Acting Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Lord Ivan var Ruthern

Ivan var Ruthern read over the public missive with some form of glee. “The Emperor killed the man who had been given numerous opportunities to return to his fellow man- who only decided to do such when the cards were stacked against him! Damn the Emperor!” He’d shout at a wall within the confines of Reutov.

give us the frog cringe LT!!!1!1

This is actually pretty cool, props Slorbin.

RP Name: Ivan var Ruthern MC Name: Shmeepicus Voted: Yes

Ivan var Ruthern bought a new calendar, then tallying this as day number one.

Recruitment MC Name: Shmeepicus RP Name: Khalid ibn al-Walid Discord: Shmeepicus#4701 Skills/Reason for Joining: Friends :)

Ivan var Ruthern chants, over and over within his chamber in the Imperial Diet building. "Civil War! Civil War! Civil War!"

Peace out man, was a pleasure RPing with ya back in the days of Eirosan. Best of luck in whatever comes your way over your hiatus. Godspeed o7

sorry sucks

A public missive was posted across Oren and Haense. "A proclamation of faith? I will address these points you brought 'fore the public of Oren in order. Firstly, the matter of you claiming these latest wars to be ones of pride. Your late Husband, Philip Aurelian, supported the war against the Dwarves. Do you now speak ill of his name? Do you believe he to be prideful? You beg talk of hubris, yet, when my sister, Anastasya and I attended her late father-in-laws memorial, you shouted down upon us at the procession, asking us why we dared show our face there. Then you begin to talk about the tapestry of Man, as if it were something you were befit to speak of anywhom. The ‘Pontiff’ as he is so called, is naught but a puppet, swaying too and fro upon a rope crafted by Haeseni weavers. Many of us peers, and heirs, were present when Philip III and Anastasya marched across Unification Bridge, yet we supported him after Philip II disappeared into the night, we supported him, our Emperor, Philip III. The loss of faith you speak of was brought by the one you call the Vicar of GOD, yet he is not a Vicar. He does not follow GOD’s will, using the Church as a political platform to bring strife and ruin upon his flock. You speak of the Empress and Emperor acquiring power of their own, yet when Philip III returned you were not seen for months. Now, after very few public appearances, you bring forth this claim. You have been most publicly known by the Orenian people to be seen in the private chambers of the Grand King of Urguan. I saw you there myself, close by his side and meeting with our enemy, whispering of treason in the long night. Do you not see the hypocrisy in your words? You have done nothing to show that you will bring us a better Oren. You have not been a part of the empire, and you are only a woman seeking titles and power to feel better about the support that you do not have. The only thing that you do have, Charlotte, is empty words on a meaningless piece of paper. When you look upon this Empire, do you see the people that have fought and bled for each other? Do you see the many people who have suffered under the hand of a Pontiff who has forsaken them? You talk about the lack of unity, the lack of faith, yet you attempt to divide your people from foreign soil after we have declared unity against the ‘Pontiff ‘ who attempts to install a foreign claimant. You did not stand with us, no. You stand for yourself as you always have. The Orenian people see that you are nothing but selfish, meaningless, and power-hungry. You circled around this Empire like a vulture, waiting for a time to strike. However, your attempts are laughable by all of those within the place that you claim as your “home”. As affirmed before all the Adriatic Court, the citizens of the Empire stand with each other against foreign threats. You are nothing more than a foreign threat. You are not one of us, nor will you ever be, the most you will ever become is a traitor to our cause." Go back to Urguan. You were better off there, mistress of the Dwarven King. Signed, Ivan var Ruthern, Heir to the Duchy of Reutov

Ivan was abysmally demolished by a thirteen year old in a game of checkers. He glanced up at Philip, "oh my, you just watched the end of this didn't vy? How embarassing.." he'd comment of the checkers game the Emperor had just witnessed. @Nectorist

Ivan var Ruthern chuckled as he read the open missive. "It's almost as if the Dwarves weren't the good guys."

No personal message I’m crying rn. In other words, first joining the team a bit later after you had, you were one of the people I looked up to. Not afraid to speak your mind when you needed to and always kept a cool head. Been a real pleasure working with ya man. Hope school goes well and all the best. o7 thank you for your service

I hate every nation that exists on Almaris. Thought Ivan var Ruthern. “I hate the Dwarves the most though.”

Caspian threw a big right hook at Maisie’s head as she entered the Seven Skies. “That’s for nearly choking me to death! But welcome, sister.”

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