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════════════════🕂═══════════════ THE ADRIAN RAEVIR RAEVIR OF ADRIA | MEN OF DUMACRACY ════════════════🕂═══════════════ OVERVIEW A distinct and proud group of Raevir living within the lands of the Duchy of Adria, whose history is ever-so entwined with the people. The Adrian Raevir have proven to be a stalwart culture of resilience, enduring for centuries since the founding of Adria by the Crow Houses of Vladov & Sarkozic, surviving wars, famine, and the seemingly endless cycle of destruction that follows the forlorn pilgrims of Aegis. [!] A depiction of a Raevo-Adrian blacksmith trying to sell his wares to a nobleman. The Adrian Raevir have, over the long years and frequent conflict, mixed alliances, and bitter rivalries with other Raev-derived cultures, such as the often reviled Haeseni, become distinct and recognizable compared to their cousin Raevir. Possessing a culture well influenced by Heartlandic politics, an agrarian way of living, and years amongst others such as the Waldeno-Heartlanders and Auvergnians, yet always remembering their roots in the harsh lands of that ancient people. Likewise, the common Adrian has been influenced by the more traditionalists among them, with Adrian Houses of Non-Raevir origin adopting personal names in such dialect among other, less documented cultural interfaces. Coming in a range, from those truly living the traditional life to those whose culture is less-so prominent. Most Adrian Raevir fall somewhere in the middle, with the typically leading House of Sarkozic maintaining a stance of traditionalism mixed with cautious innovation, for the myriad peoples and races of Aos and Eos now live in a changed age. In this era with renewed legends and different dangers to that of their ancestors, all folk must adapt to the times they now live. TRAITS & BELIEFS RELIGION & FAITH The Adrian Raevir are, by a vast majority, followers of the mainstream True Faith, with some more zealous individuals going a step further, even considering themselves Owynistic. This strongly defining difference between them and their Crow cousins amongst the Haeseni originated in the times of Veletz, and despite many Adrian Raevir claiming descent from the Carrion-Karovic dynasty, due to perceived mistreatment and consistent mishandling at the hands of the Haeseni-dominated Canonist Church of the time, it has persisted strongly ever since. Commonly venerated Saints include Sigismund Carrion, Adrian Sarkozic, Toveah Goldman, and Emma Vladov, though many others said to be pleasing to the sight of the Creator are also given great respect, their names muttered by the people, be it in solemn prayer or in the heat of battle. [!] A depiction of Cardinal Montfort, aka Vasyl Sarkozic, a prominent theologian of the post-Veletz era. Overall a pious people with multiple notable clergymen originating from them, such as Cardinal Vasyl Sarkozic and others, the Adrian Raevir are frequently inclined to become Priests, Monks, Heiromonks, or Nuns. To the people, God is, at the source, responsible for all that is good, and must rightfully be given praise, thus making religious festivals and prayer a common sight among the Adrian Raevir. SUPERSTITIONS & STORIES A superstitious and wary people, the Raevir of Adria have many stories and beliefs that, while sometimes wholly unproven, are considered to be fact by them and their families. Ranging from curses and ailments originating from the deceased Mad-Duke Josip, the ancient and highly propagandized tale of Kosan the Eagle, to strange stories of Hugues’s severed head awaking by way of malevolent fae to terrorize the dark hours. The Adrian Raevir know well to distrust the night and all that comes from the shadows, lest they be reminded of its horrors. [!] A depiction of the Hajduci highwaymen teaching and discussing history and myth amongst themselves. Storytelling is in the blood of the people, and many hours are often spent listening to the elderly, Hajduci woodsmen, or house historians on the history of Adria and the Raevir alongside various myths and legends of the commonfolk and burghers. No group within the Adrian Raevir are as competent in this verbal art as the Hajduk, a fragmented band of woodsmen and foresters who patrol the borders of Adria as vicious yet loyal highwaymen with patriotic hearts and a lifestyle echoing the most ancient of Raevir peoples, maintaining the ancestral stories in the oral format, with most Hajduci being illiterate. MERIT & HERITAGE Strong believers in the venerable ways of Adrian Dumacracy, the Raevir of that Duchy are quick to support those of their kin who have a desire to contribute and forge their own path in life, often giving gifts to those seeking to start their own business or endeavour. It is by merit that the commonfolk become truly valuable to the community, and it is by merit that they may possess a chance for future nobility. [!] A depiction of a battle during the infamous and bloody Duke’s War. While the commonfolk may subsist off of merit and effort alone, the Adrian Raevir also believe in the virtues of the feudal aristocracy, respecting such Houses that have earned nobility by past acts of greatness and honourable deeds that have enriched or protected the people. To be nobility amongst the Raevir of Adria is to hold a burdensome respect that urges one to strive for greatness, attempting to emulate and surpass their ancestors and kinsmen. LANGUAGE & DIALECT As the Adrian Raevir come in a ranging spectrum, so too does the exact level at which the people utilize the ancient tongue of their ancestors; some may mix in words regularly, others not at all, while only a small few scholars and wisemen can consider themselves truly fluent in the complex language spoken in those elder days. Likewise, the accent of any member of the Adrian Raevir may be strong or weak, though it is typically somewhere in the middle, being clearly recognizable yet not overpowering. Overall, the language utilized by the Adrian Raevir has shifted somewhat compared to other Raev dialects, holding its own unique words and phrases. [Another post further detailing the language and specific words/differences from common Raevir speech will be compiled and linked to this page, though for now, older posts may be referred to for information.] PROMINENT HOUSES The prominent and respected Houses of the Adrian Raevir are most commonly the ancient families of Sarkozic and Vladov, the very same families who founded the Duchy of Adria in days long past. Other families occasionally rise to the challenge and become highly valued and essential parts of the community, with their banners raised high alongside those of an older era. It will be said, however, that the House of Sarkozic most often acts as the effective leader amongst the Adrian Raevir Houses, and its members are greatly respected at all times by the people due to them oft best representing the ideals and histories of the Adrian Raevir. As long as House Sarkozic survives and knows itself, so do the Raevir of Adria live on in memory and in practice. OTHER RESOURCES [This is where supplementary information and posts will be added to the document. Come back often to see what has been added, changed, or further worked on. This is a hub document and will act as a linking point to future posts.] ════════════════🕂═══════════════ CREDITS - Co-Writer | Norgeth_ - Co-Writer | Titanium430 - Assistance & Review | MisaiAki - Assistance & Review | Laeonathan - Assistance & Review | Nooblius - Assistance & Review | The Entire Adrian Community

Myrddin Cobblepick, Follower of the Divine Greed, read Darid's words from a far-off dwelling deep within the underearth. He pondered, placing down his pickaxe of toil, pausing his extraction of meagre lead to think. "Per'aps tis Rhunite es roight, per'aps heh es wrong. . . Oi will nae claim toh know, but oi doh know one thing. Our sacred greed, our holeh avarice, eht must beh utilized, nae fer teh one, but fer ahll Khazadmar. Boi teh divine shadow, hail toh yer Grimdugan." he spoke, almost in prayer, before returning to his exiled work.

[!] Sealed, brief letters are delivered to the various people around the High Kingdom of Idunia, announcing the final will and division of belongings for Father Mirion-Angbar of House Zimrabâr. Word quickly spread of the former house-leader’s death, though no body was ever given for burial, and the couriers who delivered the messages and willed valuables seemed shady at best. If you have received this letter, know that Father Mirion-Angbar of the House Zimrabâr should be considered deceased in law and in history. You are entitled to the following. To House Zimrabâr | @Hanrahan To Burin Zimrabâr | @Onion To Prince Vârdamir Arthalion | @Cupper To The Temple of The True Faith | @Nooblius SIGNED UNDER SIGHT OF GOD Mirion-Angbar Zimrabâr, Priest of the True Faith, Patriarch-Emeritus of The House of Zimrathôr

This is Beyond Epic. . . +1!

Marek Josip Sarkozic plans to submit a poem to display the brightness of the Adrian literary mind.

MC Name: Norgeth_ Discord: norgeth_ Image: Description of Image: Commisioned Painting of a Norlander Dimensions: 1x1

MC Name: Norgeth_ Discord: norgeth_ Image: Description of Image: Adrian Propagada Image "The Duke is Watching" Dimensions: 1x1

[!] A brief notice was posted in Adria, around the High Kingdom of Idunia, and the greater Empire of Man. It is dated to the year 2080 of the Old Imperial Calendar. Greetings, those of Adria and beyond. I, Marek Josip Sarkozic, am writing this short letter on behalf of my friend Lajosz, a local painter from the town of Belgrade. I have taken up the role of being his artistic patron and agreed to advertise his work, as he is quite humble and shy. Lajosz believes that artwork should be for all, and so he keeps his prices low, a mere fifty mina for non-Adrians, and free for recognized citizens of our fair Duchy, though he does ask for the price of his paints to be given upon finalization of the work, about one hundered mina, to keep his business open. (OOC: Price of 1x1 Map Art, optionally, you may request just the image file to avoid such a charge.) Here are a couple of examples of his previous work. When contacting Lajosz for artwork, please specify if you wish for the painting to remain unframed. Framed artworks cannot be replicated into prints, and as such are unique. (OOC: With or without description.) If you wish to commission Lajosz, please send me, Marek Josip Sarkozic, a letter, and I will reach out to him, for, as I wrote before, Lajosz is rather shy. Lajosz reserves the right to refuse service, though this is unlikely unless he feels overwhelmed by work. Thank you, kind reader, and may you have a wonderful day. (OOC: Norgeth_) RESPECTFULLY SIGNED –

MC Name: Norgeth_ Discord: norgeth_ Image: Description of Image: A Merchant Man holding a coin Dimensions: 1x1

MC Name: Norgeth_ Discord: norgeth_ Image: Description of Image: A venerated Owynist of the True Faith Dimensions: 1x1

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MC Name: Norgeth_ Discord: norgeth_ Image: Description of Image: A venerated Owynist of the True Faith Dimensions: 1x1

Across the seas, in the glorious island republic of Gilgorgenston, the aging Apostolic-Baron, Cornelius Fellowmere, puffed on a fine Aeldenic cigar, plundered from the open waters. He read the missive and heard of Ledicort's death, the Captain pausing to offer a moment of silence for the fallen Lemonhiller, praying then for those on the distant and ill-moraled mainland. "GOD of OWYN, GOD of HOREN, GOD of GODFREY, guide them to freedom and righteousness, as it is on the High Seas, the Holy Seas. . . Amen."

[!] The night sky above Azuras glittered with the light of countless stars and worlds beyond imagination, a peaceful night, until a faint flash of light, akin to lightning, skyfire of untamed energies shot down from the heavens for the briefest moment, missed by most. It fell in a small field, and worn, tiny boots, long imprisoned, took steps on solid, earthly ground. Planeswalkers who saw the flash would be able to sense that another of their ilk had reentered the material world. Who was it?

Full Name of Man - Lucien Rovare-di Trau Date of Birth of Man - 2044 Name of Woman - Isabela luz Salazar Date of Birth of Woman - 2043 Location of Ceremony - Temple of St. Artifai, Alduun, Idunia Date of Ceremony (Year) - 2067 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Fr. Mirion-Angbar

Bor of Hazûm read the missive, it having been torn free from a Horde notice board, the courier barely making it to him alive. "Ah Hereseh ov fools. . . These so-called Shamans enrage Kor, allyin' thahmselves toh duh malignant Abyss. . ." said the foreign Uruk who angrily crumbled up the paper, storing it in a barrel of similar documents. "Tehy will nevah get past 'is gates"

᚛ᚋᚒᚌᚋᚐᚏᚄ ᚏᚐᚌᚓ ᚆᚓ ᚆᚒᚅᚌᚓᚏᚄ᚜ THE JOLLY GIANT HUNGERS ᚛ᚋᚒᚌᚋᚐᚏᚄ ᚏᚐᚌᚓ ᚆᚓ ᚆᚒᚅᚌᚓᚏᚄ᚜ [!] This is a narrative post describing an interaction between Bor of Hazûm & the Spirit Mugmar, please do not metagame the information found herein. (Old Blah is translated for convenience of reading) Bor was uneasy; the normally joyous pub owner and spiritual leader of Hazûm had been beset by foreign visions, warnings from the heavens of an impending darkness; the foul rumours of undead abominations, traitorous inferi, and ectoplasmic conglomerates alongside their increased activity only made him feel worse. The Hillspeaker decided to commune with the great titan, Mugmar, for advice on what to do, what was best for his people, the buddies. Travelling deep into the woods surrounding Adria, Bor drank from the ceremonial Môrt, conducting an ancient ritual passed down from one Voice to another for generations; Bor felt the world shift, falling into a deep slumber as his soul travelled to the world beyond, a plane of thought and idea, an Otherworld. Bor awoke, stupefied in a grassy field, a prairie of rolling hills dotted with titanic runestones carved and painted with swirling symbols older than any mortal. Managing to get himself to his feet, the Man of Hazûm wandered for what seemed like days, until he came across a knoll much larger than the others, where moss gathered, and none of the strange animal-like beings native to the spiritual plane dwelt willingly. Getting onto his knees, Bor spoke to that hill in supplication and utter reverence using a primordial language from whence many others sprung. “Great Mugmar, Titan of Hazûm, hear my plea. Awaken, and give me, your ever-humble servant, your words of wisdom, true and unyielding.” spoke Bor in Old Blah, voice echoing throughout the strange, yet familiar world he found himself in. A yawn, louder than the horns of a thousand warriors could be heard as the mighty hill shook, from whence a gigantic being of dirt and mossy stone arose, standing taller than the mountains of old. The spiritual titan leaned down, picking Bor up as it stood straight, carrying the Shaman above the clouds, where all below could be seen in strange detail. “HO HO HO! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE, MORTAL CHILD OF MINE? WHAT WISDOM DO YOU SEEK?” asked the towering deity, jolly laugh rebounding across the landscape underneath. Bor gestured and sighed, explaining the plight found on Mundus. “There are increasing rumours, reports of abominations, those hated by you and your divine children. They run amok, slaying all for their dark master sequestered beneath the earth. They feed upon the innocent. . . even your other enemies, the false gods, they too speak of the danger, an impending darkness” said the Animist, voice filled with sadness. Mugmar's eyes flared with a green fire, blazing spiritual energy that nearly blinded Bor “IF THEY SEEK TO FEAST UPON THE INNOCENT, YOU SHALL FEED THEM TO ME FIRST!” The normally jolly, friendly spirit demanded, raising Bor to eye level. “I AM MUGMAR, TITAN OF HAZÛM AND SAVIOUR TO YOUR PEOPLE. I DEMAND A FEAST OF MY FOES, WHEREIN I SHALL CONSUME THEIR TAINTED ESSENCE AND MAKE IT RIGHT. THIS IS THE WAY OF HAZÛM.” Bor bowed from inside the palm of his god, stating but one phrase “Such is the way of Hazûm. . .“ Mugmar, without notice, dropped Bor, the Witchdoctor falling and falling, faster and faster until he hit the mossy ground and all went black. He awoke in the mortal plane, feverish and sweating. . . Travelling back to his Pub in Alduun, he knew what needed to be done, the will of Mugmar and his children. He alerted his buddies and kinsfolk. War was upon the Men of Hazûm, a war against the dark to honour their god of hills.

Father Mirion gazed over the document before coming across a mention of Exalted Sigismund bearing a shrine. “I do wonder why the abbot would include this in his document?... Sigismund is no exalted, merely a wise saint whose name was forced into idolatry.” stated the Priest of True Faith, going to store the document for later.

════════════════ 🕂 ═════════════════ ON THE HOLY DIARCHY A THESIS BY ACOLYTE MIRION ZIMRABÂR ════════════════ 🕂 ═════════════════ “Those virtuous freedmen that remained were anointed as priests of GOD, and they bore the Virtue and the Spirit.” - The Scroll of Gospel, Book of Owyn. PREFACE | During and before my time as an Acolyte, I have seen a great and unfortunate resurgence of unwarranted pride and self-absorption in the people of Idunia, a sin mirroring that of Harren, our forefather as Adunians. In this thesis, I intend to explain some of the history and life of the Twin Saints, Evaristus and Clement, alongside other early High Priests, all while comparing their struggles to those of our own times, and how their perseverance can inspire us, supposedly redeemed Harrenites, to further our virtue and respect for the faith and word of GOD-AERADAR. THE THESIS | Saints Evaristus and Clement lived in a time of great uncertainty. They were born into a time when pride ruled from Old Alduun and the world, still young, was ripe for the capture by evil. After Exalted Owyn slew his uncle in wroth and expelled the half-blooded lords to the north, it was not Owyn’s fellow Godwinite, nor a warrior, who received the Priesthood, but instead these humble men, bakers and butchers of the common Harrenite, folk of the earth who would usher in a priesthood for the Skies. It was because of their humble nature and willingness to allow GOD’s will to supplant their own mortal desires that allowed them to become the holy diarchy, saints for the common man, saints of supplication and reverence, not pride, arrogance, or demand. During the lives of them and the following High Priests, these holy men would have dealt and struggled with the pride of mankind, be it ambitious nobility, bickering clergy, or arrogant lords and commoners thinking they knew best, yet they never succumbed to the quarrels of their times, nor their own demons, carrying the faith though the long age of silence, allowing us the chance to carry it ourselves. It can be presumed that many of the early High Priests following the diarchy would also be Harrenite in origin, continuing this tradition of humble willingness to let GOD’s will overtake their own. We should take inspiration from the Butcher and Baker of Old Alduun alongside those other early High Priests, Sixtus, Alexander, and Pontian, to name a few; let us not repeat ancient history, let us abandon pride and arrogance to the winds and allow GOD to work through us, enacting HIS will as spoken through the Vicar, successor of the holy diarchy. Let us assume that we are wrong, and that GOD-AERADAR is right, all while striving to learn of HIS ways, emulating the ways of Horen and the ways of the saints. If I were to have a direct message to the people of Idunia today, the people of New Alduun, I would say to look to the ancients of Old Alduun, compare their failings and triumphs to our own, and always strive not to repeat the sins of the past, of our ancestors, that of pride, arrogance, and refutation of holy authority. Remember the past, and learn from it.

[!] Crude Posters began to find themselves plastered all around Alduun and, to a lesser extent, Adria.

Bor of Hazum wasn't used to seeing visions beyond that of his patron Spirit; he wasn't a Farseer, far from it. So when light flashed in the skies above his eatery, the barbarous Spiritual Leader was shocked when he received that message of purity, a warning of darkness. "Oh. . . Taht noh guud soundin'. . ." mumbled the jolly Hillspeaker as he looked briefly to an imposing warcleaver that sat under the bar "Bor keep eye out hrmm, guud ideah ayeh."

Archward Cosmorazek Grainstone read the notice from his office in the distant Oblazeki homeland of Obblegon, having been called back for important business. He scoffed, going to crumple up the parchment before loading it into a classified whimsy-tech weapon that fired the missive's scorched, shredded remains into the sky with a thunderous BOOM! "Oi 'ate those shoeless hooligans, defoulin' ahn spreadin' hate toward uhs Gnomes. Dunnfolk, Oblazeki, ohr Wild, ahll whoh call tahmselves Gnomish deserve respect!" said the Whimsical War veteran to one of his staff, them agreeing with a simple nod and salute.

This would have been so good for Hypernaut Helmets. +1

Mirion-Angbar Zimrabâr helped load the boat bearing his family’s name with explosive barrels, stepping back as it was sailed out to its destination by his liege and the Knight Commander. “Do not mess with House Zimrabâr again” he said to himself as it left port “Khôr Aeradar. Deus Magnus. . .”

[!] A return-letter is sent to both, thanking them for the information and stating that both of these will be included in the next edition.