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“Bold,” would be all Ulfric would say as he read the missive, wondering where his old friend Rylanor would even be nowadays.
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Ulfric would read the missive with a few grumbles and groans.
"o'I did nae sacrifice mah reign ensuring teh downfall ov Oren onleh fer et teh reform again. Ef t'ese last few decades ov mah loife mus' beh spent ensuring somethin' ov teh loike never reappears, so beh it. Form ah Grand fockin' Republic fer all o'I care. Jus' keep Oren dead. Keep teh name gone. Even at et's peak there was nothin' but decadence an' corruption. Remember t'at."
He'd then crumple up the missive, tossing it straight into the fireplace of his home. He'd grab a drink soon after.
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2 minutes ago, Lirinya said:
Ealisaid passed her husband a missive- a brow raised in surprise. @Terry
Ulfric would take the missive, giving it a read as he brought a hand to his beard.
"Short an' sweet. Stepped down before teh calls teh do such came, smart lad. Smarter t'an teh res' ov us, sureleh. Only ah shame o'I never found teh toime teh work wit' him. Ah good run, Sigrun. May teh Brathmordakin guide yeh."
He'd then place the missive back down, opting to spend the rest of that night thinking, and talking with his wife.
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Sigmar 'Siggy' var Ruthern would come out of his minor sickness with a smile as he read the missive, making plans to attend!
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Sigmar var Ruthern stood atop Castle Morteskvan, staring down the path which the enemy had approached from. He had stood with his siblings, watching the fighting from above. Watching with his hand gripped on the handle of his blunt training sword, watching his family and kinsmen wound and get wounded, Sigmar made a vow.
The fires in Castle Morteskvan continue to burn.
"BONES AND BARROW!"
"KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM!"
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Greene Caerme'onn-Norvayn would give a heavy sigh upon receiving the news, his list of close friends growing shorter by the day. He'd find himself back at the Cove upon hearing the news, removing his helmet as he said a small prayer.
"Ahernan fer all yeh did, Bobcat. For meh, mah mother, mah whole family. May yeh rest easy whereveh yeh end up, an' may teh perpetrator ov yeh death nae go unpunished."
Greene would then rise, placing his helmet back atop his head. He'd draw a circle over his heart before reluctantly moving on.
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The aged Ulfric would cross a line through a personal grudge.
"Teh betrayal ov teh van Aerts an' t'eir precious Blackvale in teh War o' Wigs 'as been avenged. Praise beh... Narvak oz Urguan, Narvak oz teh Gran' Covenant."
He would then close the book, laying it upon his desk. There was atleast one more grudge to strike from it, but the time he figured, was now, to direct his energies to more everlasting pursuits. Ensuring the Holy Orenian Empire stayed dead, or any Empire which attempted to mirror such that is, was one such direction.
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4 hours ago, Dry Crackers said:
The callous acts of my predecessors have torn a rift in what should have been a fruitful and unshakable relationship.
The Valeseer would shake his head, clearly unhappy about the particular line he was reading.
"Defendin' ourselves was nae callous act, Keeper Dyonne. Nor were weh abou' teh tell our kin in Norland 'ow justice shoul' beh enacted in t'eir own lands. Yeh were part ov teh leadership, it's inner circle nonetehless, when t'is happened as well. Yeh were made vereh aware ov teh events t'at preceded t'is. Stop draggin' t'ose t'at came befer yeh in teh mud before o'I drag yeh along wit' us. o'I will not stand fer slander."
He'd then march on, stopping to speak to a few old friends on the way to his destination.
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Ulfric paced the confines of his old home in Urguan, feeling healthy and refreshed whilst reading the daily missives delivered to him.
"Duke o' Adria, yeh attempt es mos' honorable." He'd say to himself, continuously moving around his home, "But too late et'd seem. Too many loives 'ave been lost, too many battles had. Teh Covenant, an' teh League both 'ave tasted blood an' tested steel too maneh toimes now. T'is es ah war machine t'at es too big teh come to a stop now, as you can seh." He'd sigh, going to sit.
"Whether et beh t'ose seekin' teh construct t'eir own Empire from yeh lands, t'ose seekin' vengeance an' revenge or simpleh teh beh rid ov any mention ov yeh nation be it Veletz er Adrian... Well, o'I onleh wish yeh luck wit' w'at comes next." He'd then stand, making his way to his dented and bruised set of armor given to him back when he was King.
"Makin' sacrifices teh save yeh nation es somethin' o'I know all too well, an' o'I do nae wish teh same upon yeh."
Ulfric would then move to sit back down, clearing his old desk of dust before writing exactly that which he just spoke to himself, before folding it and sending it on its way towards the capital of Adria. @Nooblius
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An older dwarf shambles out of bed again at the news, disoriented and far sicklier after the Siege earlier that day. He'd give his wife a weary and tired smile as he took her hands and gave them a squeeze, before moving to prepare for the journey that was about to be had. He'd grab his coat, staff and a gift for the new King-elect, before hobbling over to the door.
"o'I s'pose... if t'ere's one las' event teh make teh trip to, t'is would beh teh one. We'll beh back soon enough luv, o'I promise." @Lirinya
They would then begin the journey back to Urguan, the last journey they would make for quite some time.
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An older dwarf, beset by sickness, exhaustion and bedridden as a result, hears of the news by raven. Once told of the news by his wife, a tear would form in the old King’s eye, the first in many decades.
Later that night, a letter would return with raven to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, bearing the sigil of the Frostbeard clan.
”To all my kin in Urguan, old and new,
My time is brief, so I shall keep this letter so as well. What's most important is that we have lost a great King, a brave and courageous soul, a King who accomplished more than what was originally asked of him, I'm sure. I wish I could have been there in those last moments, but I know those that were shall keep his spirit alive and continue his good work past his death.
And to whoever comes next as Grand King of the Dwedmar, I bid you good fortune. The crown wears heavy upon the soul, and the best advice I can offer is to surround yourself with good company, those that wish to see the Kingdom prosper, not themselves. Once that is done, all else comes easily enough.
I wish you, future King, and all dwedmar the very best. May Garedyn the Emerald's prosperous reign continue forevermore, and may he be remembered for such when his soul is bid upon in Khaz'A'Dentrumm.
Narvak oz Urguan, Narvak oz Garedyn the Emerald
signed,
Grand King Emeritus,
Former Lord Chancellor, Lord Justiciar and Magistrate of Urguan
Great-Grandson of Paragon Rhewen 'Papa Bear' Frostbeard
Soon after the letter was sent would Ulfric begin to slip in and out of slumber, unknown when his ailments would finally break.
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On another note, the inaccuracies and the lore written purely from a biased and singular POV isn't cool or appreciated whatsoever. There were many that contributed to its highs and its lows, and then some. No matter your opinions about us all, you could at least of acknowledged the time and effort others put in. If this was a forum post written in a RP viewpoint, fair enough, but it isn't. It's a realm application written out of character.
At the end of the day, I have no issues with the realm getting created, but the way the application was written I do take issue with.
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An old, retired King smiled as he viewed the destruction of the Keep and the routing of Veletz and their allies.
"Teh betrayal ov Blackvale an' teh van Aerts in teh War o' Wigs shall beh avenged, teh grudge roighted. o'I gambled all o'I had. Mah reputation, mah people, an' mah Crown."
"T'is toime o'I 'ave nothin' left teh lose but mah own loife, but even now o'I am willin' teh lose t'at as well."
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Ulfric chuckled upon reading the missive.
"T'at sounds loike Sigrun alroight. 'E's luckeh teh onleh theng 'e lost was his arm."
He'd then glance down to his lower golem half, shuddering for only a moment, before continuing on his way.
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As another friend and close kin joins the auction, does an old greying dwarf's smile continue to falter.
"Since teh day o'I appointed yeh Armakak's Coin, o'I watched yeh career wit' great hope... o'I'm glad yeh made ah name fer yehself laddeh, did somethin' yeh believed in. Say 'ello teh Rhewen an' Azkel if yeh see them, will yeh?"
His gaze would slowly leave the stars from which he eyed carefully, turning back to his family abode. He had more to do before he too joined the auction.
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The young Valeseer read the missive with a frown. Being completely displaced from the politics and state of Balian, he'd shake his head.
"Elena has alwehs been ah marayla friend ov Nevaehlen's. Kin, practically. Not once have o'I ever considered power teh beh somethin' she worried abou'... o'I still don't."
He would then walk off, moving to discuss such with his partner, @Lirinya, hoping Elena was doing alright all the same.
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The young Valeseer would sigh as he posted the missive to the village board.
"Weh will not live under teh boot ov anyone. Weh will not live as 'second-class citizens.' Under laws written by those who 'ave zero care for our koind. Weh persevere no matter teh enemy, no matter the risks weh face. Nevaehlen continues on, as it has for over a century now. Narnsae ito iyl."
He would then carry on in his war-torn plate, assisting any villager who sought his assistance.
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The Valeseer would nod as the missive was pushed out to the public. "Weh demand nothin' ov potential friends or neutral parties. Never woul', never will."
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“What teh…” The young Valeseer would say with a rub of his brow. “o’I… definitely did nae approve of such ah theng. Did you?” He’d ask, looking over to his partner. @Lirinya
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11th of Malin’s Welcome, SA 147
22nd of September 2023
UNPROVOKED
To all those who inhabit Aevos and its lands,
I am Greene Caerme’onn-Norväyn, and I serve Nevaehlen as one of its Wild Chiefs, tasked with overseeing its safety, as well as upholding our traditions and laws. I have been given the responsibility of revealing the heinous plans the Silver State intends to commit.
It came from nowhere, the echoing steps of Mali’aheral marching through the jungle, through our homeland. No previous incident, no diplomatic envoy sent ahead of time, instead the ‘Asulir’ Kolvar Uradir suddenly appeared before our gates with his army in tow. There were no kind words, no requests to meet with our leader or representatives, only a show of force with one goal in mind, to hand over a sheet of demands made towards our Cove.
Upon this parchment read the following accusations;
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That the Cove of Nevaehlen infringed upon Haelunorian land without consequence
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That we, a “rogue territory”, spread poisonous propaganda against purity and corrupted the minds of ‘aheral who dwell in Nevaehlen
Following these accusations, were the demands;
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That the Cove of Nevaehlen renounce our “aggressive territorial claims to the South”
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That the Cove of Nevaehlen recognize Haelunorian sovereignty over said territory
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And that the Cove of Nevaehlen accept the “guidance of purity”
These demands are ludicrous, outrageous, and oppressive. Allow me to state, unequivocally, that the Cove of Nevaehlen rejects any and all demands of the Silver State for many reasons, which I shall list below.
To begin, the accusation that the Cove has infringed upon Haelunorian land is incredulous. During the year 139 of the Second Age, the nations of the Kingdom of Balian, the Iron Horde, Amathine, Haelun'or and ourselves, Nevaehlen, met in the Balian Capital of Portoregne to discuss the matter of southern land borders. In this meeting, all attendees proposed their plans for expansion, discussing with one another any issue or matter that arose. Haelun’or made it clear that there was no issue or grievance with our proposed plan, citing that as long as their nation did not become 'boxed in', they were content with the proceedings. So, to march upon our gates almost a decade later, proclaiming that we have encroached on their land, is nothing short of hypocrisy.
Nevaehlen prides itself the home of the Wood Elves, and the Wood Elven culture, the Wild Faith for over one hundred and twenty years. To demand that we recognize their sovereignty over our homeland, and their guidance of purity, is nothing short of warmongering, and an act of oppression over an entire subrace of Malin’s children.
This will not stand. To Kolvar Uradir, a simple response is given.
No. Not now, not ever.
To our allies, our friends, and those who see how unjust and inhumane the Mali’aheral of Haelun’or have acted, we ask that you stand with us against these aggressors to our South. We wish for no bloodshed, but we will protect what is our right.
Narnsae ito iyl.
Miven Caerme’onn, Matriarch of the Cove of Nevaehlen & of the Mali’ame
Wild Chief of the Cove of Nevaehlen
Spoiler[!]
Attached to the back of the parchment would be two pieces of parchment, one a direct copy of a letter, signature and all. The other, would be an older invitation from the Kingdom of Balian, penned by the Office of the Legate.
https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/228243-the-summit-of-the-southern-frontier/
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Ulfric would nod as he received news of the resignation.
"It's abou' toime yeh thought for yehself and did what yeh think is roight, Thromdrick. o'I'm proud ov yeh, lad. If o'I had known how yeh woul' do when yeh were firs' brought on, o'I would've hired yeh way sooner. Alas, o'I'm happier now teh know yeh are nae longer part ov t'at place. Enjoy yeh 'retoirement' lad."
He would then neatly fold the parchment, slotting it into his desk, before moving off to spend time with his family.
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In the midst of my falling asleep, I'll try and be clear and concise.
For starters, I agree with those that say we aren't doing enough to defend the Roleplay experience. Lord of the Craft is the premier roleplaying server, and yet in recent times it's felt like nothing more than a tower defense game, attempting to ward off raiders and attackers with nothing but sticks and stones against their advanced raiding weaponry at 2am in the morning when 1/2 to 3/4 of our community has done the sane thing and decided to go to bed for the night.
That's not to say I'm for removing raid tools entirely though. For the moment I am, but that is only because there are no proper guidelines/rules, how-to, or proper defense for those these weapons are used against. There is no balance, only a one-sided way to get into the nations who never had the chance to prepare for it when building their settlements. Raiders can simply blow through your gate or climb your walls and the only possible saving grace is somehow emoting three times to destroy the raid ladder or what have you despite it more than likely being a PVP scenario because of numbers or mod ruling. What we need is for the current iteration of raid tools to be scrapped and removed, and a proper discussion and roadmap/plan on how best to move forward with raids, so that both attackers AND defenders feel happy or at best content with interacting with raids.
(I know Minecraft has it's limits with regard to what it can do, but surely we can come up with better than what we have right now. At the very least discuss it all as a community. It is painfully obvious people are not happy with the way things currently are.)
That brings me to my next point, the Moderation team. The Team as it is (for the most part) currently lacks what one would think a Moderation team would have. Respect, ability to remain unbiased, professionalism, proper communication etc. And to be clear, that is not directed at the entire team. I believe some on the team are there because they truly wish to help and further protect our community, and I thank you for that. But as it stands, all it takes is one bad moderator to spoil the trust and respect in the rest, as we've seen from various people's comments both here and elsewhere on the forums. Doesn't help that the admin overseeing the team has seemingly done little to help reign in such behavior, and in some cases furthering it.
All in all, there is smoke in the air and change is needed ASAP. We're at risk of (and in some cases are) losing players and communities because they feel unsafe, are no longer having fun, are upset with the direction of the server and/or it's staff, you name it.
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“Should’ah taken the head off teh warmonger, King Balon. Too merciful, takin’ onleh teh hand.” An old dwarf would shake his head from his home outside of Urguan, grumbling he had missed the opportunity himself.
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Ulfric would scoff, reading the missive. He'd shake his head, patting Rylanor on the shoulder.
"Go against 'em once, go against 'em always Rylanor, it is a foretold feeling ov Urguan. Yeh should've known t'ey'd turn on yeh again kin."
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Weaponizing Terrain
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“o’I do wonder w’at their military structure looks loike nowadays…” Muttered the old Valeseer, reading up on the ongoings of his once-peoples.