Shmeepicus

Issued on 12th day of Owyn’s Flame, 1868 To the self-proclaimed “King of Oren”, It shames me to have the knowledge that you are of Ruthern descent. Rutherns’ value honour as one of our foremost traits- you have shown a tremendous lack of it. The Count of Mardon as I shall call him further, has lay in shadows, his forked tongue only showing once the Emperor and Empress disappeared in the last month. Now, you show up in the jewel of our Empire- declaring the Empire dissolved and giving over Orenian land, land that has been bled over by our ancestors and yours for the last a hundred years- for what? You betray your own blood in a pathetic attempt to grasp power. House Ruthern has and always will hold honour and duty above all else. It is for that reason that we will not support you. We support the rightful Emperor, Imperial Prince Peter, Prince of Providence. I hope you find God before you find your grave. LONG LIVE PETER IV, HOLY ORENIAN EMPEROR. Signed, Ivan var Ruthern, Duke of Reutov, Count of Kositz, Lord of the Privy Seal

Ivan var Ruthern witnessed the debacle with tremendous joy. "Think, Ragnvald, think!" The words echoed in his mind, for some reason. Then he looked back up to Manfred, crouched over the King's body.

Ivan var Ruthern sat in Barrow's Crossing upon the island of Lake Providence. He brought something, wrapped in burlap to his wayward bastard. “What is it vy have brought?” The Barrow asked, his brows lofting as he looked upon it. “A gift, something that vy will turn into an heirloom of this house. Something that resembles that of which should be in our possession- but is far away from here.” Slowly, he unwrapped the burlap- revealing that of a one-handed warhammer, ornately designed with the grace of an experienced artisan. “We may niet have Ruther’s Warhammer- but that does niet mean we can’t make our own heirlooms that shall be witnessed and remembered in history.” The Duke remarked, nodding his head shortly. “Take it, see to it that this weapon is used to split the skulls of the Dwarves and their allies. Paint the battlefields with their blood. Make a name for vyrself- as I know vy shall, for vy are a Barrow, of the bloodline of Ruther Barrow.” The Barrow, Andrezj- took up the weapon with a fondness, he was only fourteen then.. a boy still, yet he glanced over it with a curious expression. He flipped it between his hands, getting a feeling for the weight of it. “Use it in the coming battles, bring glory to vyr name and vyr namesake, Andrezj.” A quick but affirmative dip of his head. “I will.” *** On the fields outside Providence, Andrezj trotted upon his horseback, at the forefront of the Orenian forces alongside his trusted retainer Edmond de Rouen and Abrem Draskovic. That hammer was clasped in his hand as he glanced to his comrades. He offered a short nod- in which they returned it. “Charge! For the Empire! Give them no quarter!” He cried, before leading the charge into the Ferrymen line. The Duke of Reutov was close behind, in the second line of cavalrymen, his horse galloping forth, the Duke with a grin on his face as he watched his son take command of their forces, leading the Empire to victory against an experienced and courageous foe.

Ivan var Ruthern nodded with a smirk, despite being extremely ill- he saw his name was on the document. "I am glad! I quite liked exchanging with Ayliana and Ivarielle in Haelun'or. Hopefully I will see more of them in the future." He commented to no one before stooping into a violent fit of coughs.

The Treaty of Fox and Dragon 5th of Harren's Folly, 1866 (Y 70 S.A.) ARTICLE I - SOVEREIGNTY The Holy Orenian Empire and the Kingdom of Elysium (otherwise referred to as the signatories) recognize each other’s Realms as independent lands ruled by their respective monarchs and will make no attempt to subvert those authorities governing them. ARTICLE II - DEFENSE The signatories shall be expected to carry out military endeavors for each respective nation should either nation be aggressed upon by a foreign power. Failure to do so would result in the entirety of the treaty being declared null. ARTICLE III - EXTRADITION The signatories agree to extradite known criminals to their respective realms if they are arrested or found to be residing in their nations. ARTICLE IV - MILITARY COOPERATION The military forces of the Holy Orenian Empire and the Kingdom of Elysium will cooperate with each other to hold military trainings and exercises to better the standing army of each respective nation. ARTICLE V - TRADE The signatories may adhere to the following trade policies: I. Signatories may receive a market stall free of rent in their respective capitals. II. Signatories may trade specialty goods free of tariff. ARTICLE VI - PASSAGE The signatories will allow free passage for civilians and refugees through their respective territories, under the law of both nations. ARTICLE VII - DURATION This treaty will remain in effect for twenty years. It may be renewed by mutual consent of both signatories. AD DEI GLORIAM, HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Philip III, Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Adria, and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera HER IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Anastasia I, Holy Orenian Empress, forever August, Queen of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duchess of Ves, Duchess of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Adria, and Lorraine, Baroness of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera His Excellency, his Grace Ivan var Ruthern, Duke of Reutov Lady Leika De Astrea, Heir Apparent Wildflower of Elysium Ehrendil Taliame’onn, Minister of Foreign Affairs

I'd like to point out that the admins didn't even handle the warclaim, it was myself and Zacho.

Ivan var Ruthern prodded his heir, “see, told vy it was wise to leave! I bet those thick-skulled Waldenian scum were scratching their beards wondering where we were!”

Ivan var Ruthern glanced over the news- then glanced at a stack of current treaties on his left. "Huh- non-aggression pact.. with Savoy. I thought the Savoyard princeling to be honourable- yet he draws fictitious claims and lines in the sand. Oh well- Savoy can bring them and all three hundred of their men to the battle, doesn't change much."

To the Duke of Reinmar, Word carries to the South the accusations you made against our kin. For long have we maintained good relations with our brethren in Haense and now you openly denounce them. In a pathetic display made public, you ask for an apology. It does not surprise us that a Waldenian dog would ask for an apology- when he could reaffirm his own honour through combat. I have spoken with my cousin, Mikhail, heir to Vidaus and Baron of Rostig, and know him to be anything but untruthful. If he says that Barclay women are wenches, then it is likely true. If he says that your line is inbred, then it is likely true. You have been insulted by a mere child, allowing a boy's words to fracture your fragile ego. A Barrow of fourteen bested you in single combat and took you prisoner. It does not surprise us that a crossing of blades disturbs your mind. Meet the demands of the Duke of Vidaus, choose honour and pick five of your best combatants and I expect the Duke of Vidaus will do the same. Signed, His Excellency, Ivan Viktor var Ruthern, Duke of Reutov, Count of Kositz Signed, Andrezj Barrow, Lord of Barrow’s Crossing

Ivan var Ruthern was particularly proud of being related to one Mikhail var Ruthern.

and somehow whole all at once - Confucius probably at some point in his life

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remember that it is only a game, there is no such thing as losing.

Ivan var Ruthern pondered over these words. "It grieves me to raise arms against my kin- and I shall niet do so with enthusiasm but solemnness. The Dwarves on the other hand.." He remarked as he left the Palace of Karosgrad after long talks with the Grand Prince of Kusoraev.

Ivan var Ruthern heard by mouth that one of the ferrymen had been crucified just a Saint's month prior. "Did they ever really leave?" He asked himself.

Within the confines of Reutov, Ivan took up his blade.. a heirloom of the House Ruthern. "I pray to Godan above that this is the last time I am called to war from my family.. if only the Coalition could have sought reason and in that, peace." He mumbled, before getting a squire to help him with his armour and making the long trek to the Capital.

nice

Ivan var Ruthern read over the missive, then tossing it into flame. "History is written by the victor." He reaffirmed with himself.

Ivan var Ruthern is glad that the Barclay was able to return home safely.

Ivan var Ruthern watched from a distance as his nephew was trounced in a game of chess. "Vy have some learning to do." The Duke mumbled to himself as he had witnessed the pathetic display of intellect- or lack thereof.

The Duke of Reutov began to order tremendous amounts of liquor, and much less ingredients for meals in preparation for the opening party.

“Wake up, Joe d’Azor… wake up.” Ivan whispered to Joseph as he left the courtroom a week prior.

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