Terry

A CALL TO ALL OF NORLAND. ISSUED BY THE LORD OF KASTELL HAMARACZ ⸙ ON THIS 6TH OF TOV AG YERMEY, 635 E.S. VA VE EDLERVIK, DECADES HAS IT BEEN, SINCE THE SIGHTINGS OF WINGED BEASTS PLAGUED OUR LIVES AND FLEW OVER NATIONS ALL ACROSS AEVOS, CAUSING CHAOS AND DESPAIR WHEREVER THEY WENT. And now, a little more than seventy years later, they are back once more, continuing their attacks across Azuras against populations entirely unprepared for their arrival. To this I say, it will not do. It was within Haense, back on Aevos during the year of 560 E.S., that I and my fellow comrades encountered our first Wyvern. Large and vicious, it caused incredible carnage throughout our lands, killing cattle and disrupting travel no matter where it went. When Haense mustered her armies and marched upon a nearby lair of one of these creatures, did we quickly discover just how dangerous they truly were. It ripped through our siege weaponry like candy, and slaughtered half our forces before we could even manage to put a dent into it. I still recall the smell of my burnt comrades to this day. IT IS THEREFORE, IN THE CONTINUED PURSUIT OF THE DEFENSE AND WELLBEING OF NORLAND, That I, Ser Sigmar var Ruthern, order ALL settlements across Norland to begin rapid construction OR ordering of siege weaponry and all else of which could provide us due advantage against this most ferocious foe. Norland is a nation of warriors, who fear no foe, and so we should never fear when the sounds of wings near our homes. Kastell Hamaracz shall stand as a beacon of defense against these creatures should they ever dare travel to these most noble lands, and I shall gladly answer any letter seeking assistance in the creation of ballistae or other siege weaponry. Norland shall no longer stand unprepared for the arrival of these creatures, and no more shall our lands suffer for it. I understand I am not as well-known a figure of authority as are the others who sit upon the Council, but I give this order with authority all the same that will be enforced, and whilst this is made independent of the Red Council, I nonetheless declare it as one of her Councilors. I shall make well on my word, and keep an eye across all of Norland. We must not remain unready for the foes we no doubt will continue to face. STAND STRONG, MY FELLOW PEOPLES, MY KIN. OUR VICTORY SHALL YET ARRIVE. EA BYK ZWE ZANYOTSKER ZWEER EA TER PETRAVEZKER, SER SIGMAR RHYS VAR RUTHERN, Hetman-Emeritus of the Karoslund, Lord of Kastell Hamaracz, Councilor of the Red Council, Huskarl of the Northern Host, Knight of Valdev

"Nie. There could be nie abandonment ov our ways or our Prophet, nor intermarrying or assimilating. Our people would have had to stick around for the chance ov that happening." Muttered the old Marian, as he read the missive from the lands of that savage horde. "Nevertheless, Ea shall continue to pray for the preservation ov our people, nie matter where in the Empire we may find ourselves. Iv Joveo Maan, my distant kin."

Ser Sigmar looked over his aged and war-torn Marian armor, and that of his Kastell, deep in thought. ”If ever there were a final war to fight… Ea suppose this would be it.”

"Hm. They are certainly more... thorough, then Haense ever was about the 'Hearsay of Hanseti-Ruska'..." Spoke Ser Sigmar, from his castle in the Northern reaches of Norland.

That lonely Marian Knight, Ser Sigmar, would grumble both for the response and the fact that the display occurred on his lands. "They shall soon find that us Highlanders do niet quit so easily." He'd glance to the head of his militia then. "Double the patrols. Ensure any who deem to harm those ov Norland on this land do niet go so easily unanswered. Send a message if vy must."

Ser Sigmar was retired. The Church meant as much to him now as it did when it declared war upon his former King and nation, Joren I of Haense. He planned to stay that way.

I rescind my previous post and will gladly join the team if chosen and trusted. I hope the entire server can move forward from this, and that the next Admins (Smol and whoever shall take the mantle from the Mod Team) integrate quickly and bring some goodwill back to the OOC aspects of this server.

To think it was Xarkly who finally got me my interview for being a mod, who had to GET PERMISSION to do such a thing because the management could not or would not do it for one reason or another and wanted to extend a helping hand in keeping things moving after my application had already sat for SIX to SEVEN MONTHS with zero comms on why it took so long. Absolute crazy work. I don't think I want to be considered for moderation anymore with those guys removed. Sorry. I'll reconsider if they're apologized to or brought back on the team.

When news of Severin's death reached Sigmar's ears in that far north of what now remained of the Karoslund, would the man pause a moment. He'd glance out to the landscape that lay before his tower, in silence as the Marian's foggy breath illuminated under that bright moon. "Despite our recent disdain for one another, Ea salute vy, Sir. Vy made Devana happy when nothing else could." He'd raise his glass in the air for only a couple moments, before moving back to his fireplace, to continue what remained of his retirement. "Perhaps when we see one another again up there, we might truly see who might've won."

NO DREAM LASTS FOREVER. ISSUED BY THE HETMAN OF THE KAROSLUND ⸙ ON THIS 14TH OF VYZMEY AG HYFF, 617 E.S. EA BYK ZWE ZANYOTSKER ZWEER EA TER PETRAVEZKER, THAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE MOTTO OF HANSETI-RUSKA, OF OUR PEOPLES, AND OF THIS KAROSLUND. I WOULD HAVE PERISHED HAD I NOT PERSISTED. But in my zealous pursuit to preserve what remained of Haense and of our kin, I became blind to what these words could lead to; stagnation, and rust. Two things of which I never stopped to consider nor thought would ever occur to those of us that remained, and yet here we are, no doubt by the actions; or inaction rather, of my own hand. I have failed, both in my mission to ensure Hanseti-Ruska continued, and in my mission to retain what people followed us to the Karoslund. The city lay desolate, empty and silent. The trees which surround us have made more noise than we, and all those I once called family or friend, are dead or gone. There are no peoples anymore, no council and no Royalty with which Haense was once so known for. For years I have battled my own internal thoughts on the Karoslund, that persisting despite the dwindling population would eventually lead us to success. That in time, this Empire may crack, and that those of Haeseni or Raevir birth might return. There were even those within Norland, of whom I thank, that gave me hope that eventually, in time, this would become true. But now, looking back, I only see a fool with a fool’s dream, waiting on a future which would never arrive. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, IT IS MY EXPRESS DESIRE, AS HETMAN OF THE KAROSLUND, TO ANNOUNCE IT’S FOLLOWING DISSOLUTION. I remain the fool with a fool’s dream, but I will no longer pretend that we will ascend once more. The Haeseni Age is long since over, and the Age of the Dragon is here to stay. To those of you that do still reside within or outside of the walls of the city, I offer my most profound apologies. I have failed in my oaths, and therefore I have failed you all. Any and all assistance I may yet offer in the process of this dissolution, do feel free to reach out, and I will do what I can. I shall remain close, ever vigilant and always ready to come to our people’s defense, devout in my love for Exalted Sigismund and our Haeseni ways, until death itself dares come to claim what remains of my tattered soul. STAND STRONG, MY HAESENI, MY PEOPLE. OUR DAY SHALL YET COME, SOME DAY SOON. BUT IT SHALL NOT WEAR THE FLAG OF THE KAROSLUND, NOT YET. IV JOVEO MAAN, KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM. DLUM VE EDLERVIK, DRUZ VE EDLERVIK. EA BYK ZWE ZANYOTSKER ZWEER EA TER PETRAVEZKER, SER SIGMAR RHYS VAR RUTHERN, Hetman-Emeritus of the Karoslund, Former Lord Speaker of Hanseti-Ruska, Former Deputy Palatine and Emissary of Hanseti-Ruska, Knight of Valdev and of the Marian Retinue

The Hetman would grasp the missive, once-sharp eyes glancing to each word as they were eloquently written upon the page. His attention leapt from each and every word, fatigue and the effects of his long life building the closer he got to the last of that missive. At those final words, did he gently place the missive down on his desk from atop the tower of his keep. Blackened, charred hands soon found his wrinkled face as they rubbed tired eyes, as the old man was left to his thoughts. "That does it, then." Spoke the Marian, after some time. What exactly they correlated to was yet to be seen, but evidently the man would not leave that tower for some time.

The 33rd Grand King sat as he often had in the warmth of his abode, far away from the machinations of Urguan or Azuras. He hadn't cared of Urguan since his back and forth with Ulfar a long while ago, and the following 'Excoriation' he published soon after. He knew he would not receive a warm welcome back, nor did he think anyone would recognize or care about him, and he were far too old for new friends. Nevertheless he oft kept tabs on this new Empire, and it always brought flashbacks, to the Orenians, to Philip II and Philip III and the countless battles and death. If there were one constant, it would always be the untold rivalry between Man and Dwarf, no matter how 'friendly' they would portray themselves to be. Alas, the call to return was not yet made, and thus he did as he always had in the centuries since his retirement, and spent the evenings with his family.