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"From affirmed commitment to defense to proclaimed neutrality... ea wonder how much ov this was Her Majesty's decision?" Sigmar would question, his brow furrowed.

A Deputy from Haense would raise an eyebrow, a crease of worry beginning to form upon his features. "Ea do hope Her Majesty is alright." He'd say to himself, thinking back on their earlier meeting. "She did niet seem too worse for wear, then. Perhaps ea should pen her another letter..." He'd comment, before adding that letter to the long list of other letters he had to write.

"T'ose damned fools..." An old dwarf would grumble. "Centuries ov friendship wit' Haense, laid waste in one fell swoop. Unbelievable."

Sigmar var Ruthern would, as due his position, read the missive as it were passed around. He'd shake his head, going to pen a couple different letters only moments later. After finishing each individual letter, he'd shake his head with a scoff. "Well then, that just won't do." He'd comment, watching as the birds went about their separate ways, delivering a wide range of correspondences.

An ever-aging wood elf read the missive with a raised eyebrow. "Perhaps o'I'm due a visit to some ol' friends..." The Harbinger of the Norvayn muttered, a soft smile hitting his features, he'd then pack his belongings, moving on from the town he had found himself in.

Sigmar var Ruthern sighed, shaking his head. He was there to bear witness to such proclamation, even watching as the new Emperor and King of the Unmerr took his merry seat on the throne. "Out ov all ov mea diplomatic trips, this has most assuredly been the most... odd." He'd then mumble something under his breath with a shake of his head. "Ea do feel bad for His Majesty, Alexander II. And to think they would've tried Haense, next..."

ASPIRATIONS AND DEDICATION To Complete a Grand Deed Issued on the 8th Day of Tov ag Yermey of 540 E.S. The House of Ruthern, as prestigious and historied as it is, has accomplished more than can effectively be written here. Even in recent times, be it Knight Paramount, Lady Emissar, Lieutenant and Peer of the Realm, or even Steward of the Kongzem. Almost every member of this esteemed House has given and still shows their dedication and loyalty to the Kongzem in their own way and excel at it. And now, today on the 8th of Tov ag Yermey, I, Lord Sigmar var Ruthern, hope to join my fellow family in showcasing such. The Marian Retinue has, since it’s remaking, always piqued my interest. From the day I first held my little wooden training sword, to today, standing before my great deed and on the eve of revealing such, have always wished to be a Knight. The road has never been easy for me, dealing with roadblock after roadblock since I began my journey, no fault to my own habits of course, but I have strived to persevere regardless. Being of the Rutherns, failure has never been an option and I wished not to make it one now. To quote the missive ‘On Merit and Squirehood’, “a squire ought to have already conducted himself in the manner of the bogatyr. He should be proven to be glorious, of proper stock, skilled with a blade, and above all, loyal to his kingdom.” However, to put it plainly, I have proven little but the loyalty I have for my Kongzem. I am no ‘great’ warrior, I have not had the ability to show my swordsmanship as others have nor do I have any prior deeds to speak of or show for besides my work as an ambassador and now, Deputy Emissar of our great Kongzem. That has not deterred me, however. What I have not been able to show in my ability to fight, I show in my dedication and commitment to Haense by collecting and forging a mass storage of supplies and weaponry for our great Kongzem. I wish to dedicate the entirety of my work to His and Her Royal Majesties, Marius III and Juliya Elena of Reinmar. Long may you two reign, and may one day I have the opportunity to report to you both not as Lord, but Ser. DONATION LIST Iron & Iron Block 1037 Iron Blocks + 4 ingots = 9,337 Iron Ingots Leather 28 stacks + 43 = 1835 Leather [Reference Iron Screenshot] Netherrite 4 stacks + 54 stacks = 58 stacks = 3712 Netherrite Ingots Redstone 1340 Blocks of Redstone = 12,060 Redstone Emerald 119 Blocks + 2 Emeralds = 1073 Emeralds [Reference Redstone Screenshot] Lapis Lazuli 1369 Blocks + 3 Lapis = 12,324 Lapis Lazuli [Reference Redstone Screenshot] Gold 765 Blocks + 8 Ingots = 6893 Ingots 146 Raw Gold Diamonds 895 Diamonds [Reference Gold Screenshot] Copper 2148 Copper Ingots 358 Copper Blocks 179 Raw Copper Feathers 1652 Feathers Honey 64 Blocks Rabbit 22 Rabbit Hide Berries 7 Berries Cookies 47 Cookies Bones 60 Bones Fish 40 Raw Cod 18 Raw Salmon 25 Cooked Cod 25 Cooked Salmon 4 Pufferfish [See above Screenshot] Eggs 694 Eggs Coal 7744 Coal Steak 2624 + 554 = 3178 Steak 130 Raw Steak 952 Cooked Mutton 110 Raw Mutton 668 Cooked Chicken 16 Raw Chicken 422 Cooked Porkchops 77 Raw Porkchops 51 Raw Rabbit Miscellaneous 659 String 227 White Wool 254 Quartz 1 Tippen’s Root 1 Barrier Brush 10 Moss Carpet Weapons 53 Average Swordbreakers 1 High Swordbreaker 9 Full Longswords 1 Damaged Longsword 1 Damaged Berserker Axe 36 Pikes 14 Great Axes (1 High) Bows 3 Average Crossbows 1 High Crossbow 9 Shortbows 2 Damaged Shortbow 5 Longbows Armor 5 Full Iron Chestplates 3 Damaged Iron Chestplates 6 Full Iron Leggings 2 Damaged Iron Leggings 6 Full Iron Boots 2 Damaged Iron Boots 1 Netherrite Chestplate 1 Netherrite Legging 1 Netherrite Boots Stone 1984 Cobblestone Blocks 192 Deepslate 384 Blackstone Wheat 1535 Hay Bales = 13,815 Wheat 150 Baked Potatoes 136 Raw Potatoes 193 Bread Signed, Lord Sigmar var Ruthern, Deputy Emissar of Hanseti-Ruska, Knight Aspirant

Sigmar var Ruthern let out a long sigh as he stood before the contract, uncertainty weighing on his face. He'd cautiously take up the quill, ensuring to read every part he could through the anxiety he felt swelling up inside him. When he had finally finished reading, he'd utter a simple phrase. "Go big or go home, da?" He'd then sign the contract, binding himself to something he had yet to fully understand.

"Hmph... t'at es exactly what o'I'm afraid ov. o'I've known t'is lad since 'e started growin' his beard. o'I've seen him young, seen him matured, and now t'is. Teh say o'I'm concerned... well, fer now it's balanced wit' moi anticipation teh see how 'e does. Per'aps o'I'll see him at 'is coronation... Get mah bearings ov teh lad there. Too earleh teh judge now." The old dwarf would then smile to his wife, as he went to retrieve their gear for traveling.

KNOWN ONLY TO THE CROWN AND AULIC GOVERNMENT OF HAENSE NO METAGAMING Issued by the AULIC AMBASSADOR TO URGUAN Naf zwy 11th hag i Tov and Yermey i 535 E.S. A Diplomatic Report on the Grand Kingdom of Urguan The Grand Kingdom of Urguan, by all accounts, has been a beacon of goodwill and continued support for our glorious Kongzem of Hanseti-Ruska. But as much as a pillar of support they are to us externally, they appear not to be internally. The issues appeared from the get-go, from my very first attempt at corresponding with the dwarves. I had sent letters of intent in regard to meeting to three of the seven members of the King’s Council over the course of several days, those being Grand King Thurgrim, High Preceptor Thazzaer and finally Grand Marshal Narvi, the latter of which was the first to write back. The letter I wrote, in which I expressed my desire to make official introductions and go over a brief litany of subjects, was immediately sidelined upon receiving the Grand Marshal’s first response. An incident had arisen regarding a fight between those of Urguan and those of Haense, a matter of which needed to be taken care of considering our alliance and the terms therein. Something of which required the Lord Marshal, Ser Caspian Colborn, to attend. Given the little warning of the meeting, the Lord Marshal attended a meeting with their Grand Marshal without me. From there, my attempts at rescheduling a new meeting with their Grand Marshal to go over the former subjects with the Grand King himself went unanswered. I learned soon after through public missive that the Grand King had disappeared and surmised that this was the reason for the delay in responses. It was then that I decided to make an unannounced visit to Urguan, in the hopes of grabbing a meeting with the Grand Marshal and hopefully getting some answers. I was fortunate in this regard, the only bit of luck or fortune that I found during this entire endeavor. During my impromptu sit-down with the Grand Marshal, we covered a good amount of ground. However, the thing he appeared to care about most was the recent incident between Urguan and Haense, and any potential updates regarding such. Particularly, an investigation headed by my sister, the Lady Tatiyana, looking into the identity of the third human named ‘Henry’. Considering I was out of the loop, I promised I would look into it and look into it I did. It would appear the investigation has gone nowhere, with no new info or leads giving any hint as to this man’s possible identity. I have notified the Marshal of such, as I promised him I would. The next subject we covered was regarding an ‘anti-Azdrazi concordat’. The Grand Marshal told me that the Grand King had been working on setting such a thing up with his Majesty himself, Ivan VIII, before his disappearance. He asked me to bring such up to his Majesty to consider. Consider this such. He also asked me if the Koeng had forgotten a promise he had made to Urguan regarding releasing a missive denouncing the attack on the dwarves in Haense. I told him I would ensure his Majesty did not forget. Consider this a reminder to that as well. Finally, the last subject we covered was in regard to the Grand King himself and the circumstances surrounding his disappearance. It would seem the Grand King simply up and vanished one day, leaving no word to his council. When asked if the Grand Kingdom planned to hold new elections should the Grand King not return forthwith, the Grand Marshal simply replied with ‘soon.’ Upon seeing the missive released from their Kingdom today, they certainly made good on that answer. Overall, the dwarves of the Grand Kingdom seem more concerned with the attack of their own in Haense than even that of their own internal issues. When asked of what our Kongzem could do to assist them in their time of need, I was simply told to look for the Grand King within Haense. Considering the time between my meeting with Narvi and their ‘Grand Notice’, I can only ascertain that they care little for if the King turns up or not. The cogs turn within the Grand Kingdom, and they wait for no descendant, royalty or not. Godani Jest Wielki, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Ivan VIII, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Marian Retinue, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia, and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Markev, Nenzing, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Astfield, Buck, Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, and Rytsburg, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera. HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Nataliya I, Queen of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Marian Retinue, Princess of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Countess of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess of Varna, Baroness of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, Protector and Lady of the Highlanders, etcetera. HER EXCELLENCY, Milena vas Ruthern, Lady Emissar of Hanseti-Ruska, Kossaras of the Walton Order of the Unyielding HIS LORDSHIP, Sigmar var Ruthern, Aulic Ambassador of Hanseti-Ruska

Ulfric would sigh, reading the notice. With a shake of his head, he'd grumble; "Teh dwedmar ov Urguan wait fer no lad, no lass. T'ey started et wit' Bakir, continued it wit' Agnar, and now 'ere we are wit' yeh. Don't let et get yeh down mate, t'ey jus' aren't teh patient sort. Good work all teh same, and be proud ov yeh accomplishments."

Ulfric would read the missive, eyes wide. He'd quickly drop it and sprint to his calendar. "Phew," said the aging dwarf, "Et es nae 150 years ago. o'I'm nae running for King as well..." He'd take a handkerchief and pat the sweat from his forehead. "o'I forget Alaric's been runnin' fer Keng fer some toime now..." He'd say, going to sit down. "o'I'm just plain curious teh see how he'd do at t'is point..."

Somewhere, an ambassador curses, for he had just sent a letter asking to meet with the King. "God damn it." He'd say, simply groaning once he caught up to current news.

Respectfully, no. Never worked or got past even the slightest discussion in old Nevaehlen, I sincerely doubt it'd do the same in new Nevaehlen. The seeds are your 'noble houses' in a sense, and even then, they're better than said houses. Each has their own uniqueness to them and were (and maybe still are, haven't kept up to date with what has changed, if anything) instrumental to keeping Nevaehlen active and interesting. I agree with this though; Good on you to start a discussion on it regardless, but best to bring it up IRP if you can. You'll get more natural and more responsible answers that way (in the sense of being from people who are actually Nevaehli, not just those that have an OOC hatred for it or some other such matter) Don't feel discouraged though, just wouldn't recommend going about it OOCly through the forums!

A young Ruthern boy would make his way home from time abroad, answering the call as any good Ruthern would. "Dobry, let's say eja to vy family once more... da Siggy?" He had no idea what to expect, but that was rather par for the course these days anyways.

An old dwarf moves to write several new names into a particularly old and weathered book, dated back to the approximate time his Grand Kingdom declared war on the Holy Orenian Empire, the precursor to its eventual collapse. "o'I ought teh thank 'em, t'ey made t'is easy." He'd say, flipping past the pages of crossed-out names to empty pages waiting to be filled again.

“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.

“Bold,” would be all Ulfric would say as he read the missive, wondering where his old friend Rylanor would even be nowadays.

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.

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.

Sigmar 'Siggy' var Ruthern would come out of his minor sickness with a smile as he read the missive, making plans to attend!

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!"

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.

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.