Shmeepicus

I wait 20 hours for y'all to sign an item sometimes :| take away my Mod pex mr Admin!

It’s on 1.9 to make wars not laggy shit fests- and they still are until there’s only like 100 people left. 1.8 is more fun but 1.9 is the way to go tbh.

A certain teal-clad masked man, by the name of Bjorn- donning a mask from the sickness and naught more.. encouraged purchases from a certain Haenseman at his stall in Oren!

Give desert.

An old soldier dunked some poor man's head in a horse trough. "Where is the lamp, Lebowski!" Dzmitry cried as he pulled the man's head from the muddied water- then dunking it back in.

Cause he's a day one simple as. Yes, son. My favourite character was definitely Ivan while he was alive- haven't been extremely active since then but he's definitely one of my favourite characters and one of the coolest arc's (if not the coolest) I've had in a character. Favourite character not played by me was Xarkly's recent NL Sigismund- just did a generally great job with him and some of the posts he made during that time were unreal. I didn't get much chance to RP with him but the little bits I did see from a different perspective were great. Best RP moment will always be when Nectorist and co. ambushed Capace and I's Caunter characters in Dunharrow, Norland capital during the WotTE, was a big showdown and a very close pvp fight that was won by a half heart- where after all involved who lost were executed on the exception of two- though all who were on the losing side PK'd anyways. You're a gamer, plus based takes.

Honestly I can't really say I have a favourite. Every nation I've played in (which is every one at this point) has had memorable moments. If I had to put down a favourite though the last few months in Oren under Nect and Eryane were awesome and Elvenesse had some good moments as well. Reccently I've found myself enjoying the quiet RP in Balian and the War RP over in Celianor. Worst situation- hm. Probably generally those folks who don't like the verdict you give and proceed to complain about it in DMs for hours on end. Have to say the worst one was handling a ticket involving CRP and the Ferrymen- got into real specifics about weapons block range in CRP and it was just a headache. Won't comment on worst player- don't think I've really dealt with super bad ones tbh. A lot of people are frustrated at the start but come around and apologize in the end (which usually leads to lessened punishment, at least if I'm dealing with you)

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Ferrymen waited 45 mins for Oren to gather a decent rally yesterday. Idk what you’re on about.

@MioRaid ladders! Finally!!!!1111!1!111 Thank you @The60th

yes there is- no need to worry :)

A youmg Mali'fenn by the name of Aumanas cleaned his blade of blood- having shot down a couple of Krugmar warriors as he strayed from his kin's path. "The day of the Uruk is over- null. The day of the Elf is now." He uttered as he gave those he fell mercy.

In Balian, a young princeling lights another candle in his room before going to bed that night.

10/10 misstoni cool 👍

Incredible.

I am blacklisted for shooting Pancakehz, sorry, Pancakehz

Dzmitry Barrow read over the missive, shaking his head. "God save this man. His heir is murdered and his response is that his tongue was loose, he goes as far to call justice 'minor'. Niet even a shred of honour."

unban me prove it

based Eli take

Vuillermoz was RP my man- as I said, we keep that shit IRP. o7

Seeing a screenshot from the Kingdom of Oren discord of folks calling the Peter supporters "Peterphiles" is quite disappointing and makes light of something that should not be joked about. People need to get a grip and realize it's a video game. I've been lucky enough to experience cordial roleplay with all sides- I could give two fucks about people hurling insults back and forth IRP- when it gets to an OOC level is where the line should be drawn. Ultimately though, I agree wholeheartedly with your points. The fact people are quitting over this is disheartening and the civil war is driving a wedge between groups of friends. I believe the conflict should continue- as it is honestly some of the best RP I've had the chance of experiencing over the past year, if not more, and while my experience has been tame- it does not mean everyones has.

Name: Dzmitry Barrow Age: 23 Experience: A few years of it.

By Bones and Barrows Ivan was aloft in Haense- walking about and enjoying the evening, though the civil war had begun and he was not in a relaxed mood. He kicked about for a while until a bird reached him from one of his nieces. It informed him of an attack on Vuillermoz- one that involved a singular woman and a handful of children and so he gathered a group of men and rode out. They arrived- the small skirmish went poorly and although the loyalists tried their best they were eventually overwhelmed. Ivan was taken- he did not know who else survived. He was ridden across land he knew- he glanced at it all.. Reutov, Mardon, Pruvia, Pompourelia.. he had grown up here! He had served the entirety of his life to put the Empire in a better place. Sleepless nights, long days, he had done what he could to make the land of Oren a better place to be.. though it was not enough for some. As they got into Providence, he was ordered off his horse- then dragged through the streets of a place he once called home. He was brought before the gates and then to the palace, where he was dropped upon the floor. “So.. nephew..”, he uttered, a foul distaste echoing through the courtroom. “Vy send men to harm children and their guardian? How brave of vy.” The Duke was brought to his knees by an armoured figure, the plated man walking forth - void of words, aiming to stand with the King of Oren. A quiet murmur was exchanged betwixt them. “Shut up.” The Bastard of Reutov muttered, spitting in the direction of his father. “Ah.. a most benevolent ruler- beating a helpless woman and threatening the children of a house who have yet to pledge allegiance to any side.” A declaration was presented to Ivan in that moment, dropped at his face- he read over it swiftly.. it stated that the Vuiller’s were against Frederick. Ivan’s face turned into that of amusement- he began laughing softly. “These are vyr retainers? Are they daft?” His laughter continued to grow, again it echoed throughout the near empty courtroom. “Do vy even know who the current Lord of House Vuiller is..? That is niet the lord, vy ******* oaf!” “I would not be speaking smart when in chains, Duke.” This voice was familiar- one of his bastards’ retainers, Edmond de Rouen. “The reigning ‘Sovereign’ knows much of his vassals.” Ivan glanced up at Frederick then, a solemn gaze upon his face. “Do vy seek authority through fear then?” He questioned, gazing upon his nephew, looking for any show of remorse or emotion. “Do vy find honour in beating children and women, nephew?” Frederick paced the dais- glancing down at his Uncle every few moments. “Here we stand, uncle. Here we are.. two sides of opposing spectrums-.. Edmond, tell me what transpired at Vuillermoz.” So they spoke, Ivan sat in chains on the floor of the marbled hall he once watched over, listening to the two men exchange words. He believed most of what they said to be false, though he didn’t know much of what was going on anymore. He knew that kin had been turned against kin, blood against blood. He knew that he was at the peak of an age that would see the end of the entirety of everything they had ever worked for, ground to dust in a few months time. Minutes passed.. half an hour, even.. and he finally glanced up, summoning the courage to speak. “Say what vy wish, nephew. I did what I believed to be right- protecting the innocent.. if vy decide to have me killed for it-..” he paused for a few moments, speaking again-, “if vy decide to have me killed for it, so be it.” The King gazed about for a moment- it seemed like his thoughts were plaguing him- yet he turned to Ivan, his face stoic and resolute. “Uncle, I offer you this. To declare the Duchy of Reutov in support of my cause and end your involvement with the feud of my brother.” Ivan var Ruthern was adamant- he shook his head firmly. “I can niet agree with something I do niet believe in, nephew.” Victoria, his niece, gazed upon him with sad eyes, “Uncle, please! Take the offer!” “Nie.. vy can kill me here, but know that it will change nothing.” Frederick replied, “you are not my problem. Andre, he is yours. Do as you wish.” Ivan muttered a handful of prayers then, glancing up at his nephew. “I love vy, Frederick. Vy are my kin, I can niet do what I do niet believe in. I pray God finds vy before vy pass.” He uttered those final words, glancing upwards as Andrezj raised the Ivanovich warhammer above his head- “Ave Imperium,” Ivan muttered- as it came down upon him. He slumped to the floor, family members above on the dais dazed as they watched what the cost of civil war was. Blood oozed from his head as his body instinctively had him gasp at air- though it did not have any effect. The Duke of Reutov, Ivan var Ruthern, was dead. ** Letters would be delivered to his wife and children a few days following his death.**

"And so it begins- my nephew spoke much of his distaste for war- yet here he is.. the cause of it. Hypocrisy runs rampant with him, he claims the men of Blackvale to be his equals- yet was the one responsible for the burning of their camp!" He commented idly, pacing in the confines of Reutov- the keep nearing completion.

Ivan var Ruthern took a deep breath. "Until my last breath. This war will end with myself in a grave, or my nephew, Frederick."