ReveredOwl

"So the King not only murders diplomats in rage, he pledges our soldiers to the harlot's cause. What good would if be if Renilde won when she will have no citizens left to rule over. I am curious why the King would send our soldiers in to battle for a Prince's mistress, perhaps the brothers share her, who knows." remarked Arold from his apartments.

"So those who cried that the church was political, now want to use it for their own politics. A simple case of adultery is not just cause for excommunication, the Archduke should be so lucky he does not find himself under such censure for the demands he issued to the Holy Pontiff." said Arold.

"Yes, I am sure a ten year old boy wrote this and understands what it means." remarked Arold.

I'd use it if I knew how to properly make things, the tutorials I found aren't very clear.

"Rather ironic, Petra want to pick their own clergymen but start crying when they realise there is nobody for them to choose." remarked Arold.

"Private trials are an absolute farce, its still going on as I speak!" remarked Arold.

"The church should render no services to the azdrazi loving schismatics." remarked Arold.

are there tutorials on making this kind of stuff?

"And yet the canonist princes willingly ignore the azdrazi sympathisers in Sedan and go after the church. Now they threaten schism over the church investigating the prince of Sedan and his unholy lovers. Haense refused to go to war with Norland but would happily war their own church. I will defend GOD's church over these schismatics." commented Arold as he read the missive alone in his quaters.

does it work like more player models where other players can see what you have?

"I don't think you read the first missive published by House Ruthern, but it was the forces of House Ruthern alone, not the entirety of Haense." said Arold. "Who's the idiot now?"

"The lackluster nobles who signed the grievance against House Ruthern were clearly using it as a distraction for the just demotions that come for them following the Audit. Clearly they will use their own letter to claim the Lord Peer demoted them over that instead of their houses laziness and pagan sympathies." remarked Arold, a loyal bannerman of House Ruthern.

I hope that the people you pick to do this don't end up using said antag event character for personal use + slice of life rp when its over and done with

"Attempts at conversion were made and his Holiness gave his blessing, perhaps one ought to educate themselves on the facts before shouting drivel." remarked Arold.

Also what would happen if people were to take the bones and the bones become seperated?

Please could you define what a 'corrupted appearance' might be or look like

"How many of those houses who signed this disgraceful missive deserve demoting themselves due to the fact their families contribute very little or consists of one of two people? Pagan sympathisers, just as evil and foul as the azdrazi sympathisers!" exclaimed Arold.

"GOD is good!" exclaimed a loyal canonist, Arold.

nations should be able to build and/or remove roads leading to their tiles or in their tiles at will, not be prevented from making changes because thats how the staff want the map to look

"There is no original sin." remarked Arold.

THE WALL CRUMBLES Howling winds and bitter snow wafted down from the harsh climate of the Rimevald, battering the streets of Karosgrad as shopkeepers began to nail wooden boards to their fragile glass windows and homeowners relocated their valuable possessions outside of the city. The main street of Karosgrad that usually held many merchants and bustling market stalls, was slowly beginning to resemble that of a warzone. The sound of hammer on nail resounded throughout the pinnacle city of Haense as its residences prepared their homes for war and soldiers shored up the cities defences. The tension in the air was as thick as soup, retinues from all over Haense began pouring in during the late hours. The veteran knight, Ser Walton, was amongst those who hastily erected palisades and defences throughout the city, working until the early hours of the morning to ensure all was prepared. Walton had hoped to get enough rest for the upcoming battle, but sleep eluded him as he anxiously tossed and turned throughout what little remained of the night. For hours Walton lay awake, staring at the ceiling with many thoughts running through his mind until finally the sun arose on another peaceful morning. Birds chirped and people chatted within the barracks courtyard, all seemed normal and for a moment he could forget about the death and destruction that were on their way. The Knight sought solace in the basilica, and sat in the pews for little less than an hour, praying for a swift victory and salvation for those who would inevitably fall in the line of duty; never did it cross his mind he would be praying for his own salvation. Inevitably, his quiet prayer was interrupted by the chiming of bells that echoed for miles, oh those bells. Suddenly, chaos spread throughout the city as residents and children ran from their houses with what little possessions they could gather, Analiesa gathering them up to take refuge within the royal palace. After assuring the Princess that he would return to them, should the walls be breached, he set off on his fateful mission. Soldiers ran through the streets towards the barracks where the bulk of the forces were gathering and the Grand Prince was organizing the defensive parties. The clang of steel and rattling platemail was all too familiar to the veteran so he simply stood back and listened to where he would be stationed. The Eastern Front, the wall with the least defences but that mattered little to the men and women who were sent to hold it. The large party headed to the Eastern gatehouse, passing many cannons and palisades on their route; he had prayed they would not be put to use. A row of valiant soldiers formed a line just outside of the east gate when a large runic symbol appeared over the royal palace where the princess and citizenry took shelter; that's not good. Then came the blood rain, staining all with its crimson liquid with a taste of iron filling the mouths of all, surely an omen. The inferi beasts then reared their monstrous heads over the hills, a sizable force of ghastly beings that would shake the heart and resolve of most - not us. They advanced forth and so did the valiant defenders of the Eastern Front - The battle had begun. The two forces met with a flash of steel and guttural grunts and roars from the ferocious demons that came to slay. Booms of cannonfire shook the very earth that they stood upon, walls began to crumble and the fighting went on for hours. After a runner from the Northern defense announced that the northern wall had been breached, morale began to slowly slip away. Comets then rained down from the sky and over the intense fighting. Those not engaged in combat watched helplessly and in horror as two comets shot across the blackened sky and smashed into the royal palace. Ser Walton, who had found himself behind the line of soldiers, retreated back inside of the city to check upon the status of those who took refuge in the palace - thankfully the comets hit the empty residence and not the citizenry. After checking on their status, he informed them of the state of the northern wall and ordered them to be prepared to evacuate at a moment's notice, should he return. Walton then returned to the eastern front where Prince Marius ordered him, and a few others, to operate the large ballista in the city's park. A bolt shot out with an audible ‘ZING’ towards a giant insect which melted the palace walls with its acid, and then a giant ape leapt from the fallen northern wall and onto the palace. ZING, another bolt shot out from the ballista and it made its mark upon the ape which soon fell to its death. But it was not over, for more giant insectoids flew over the breached wall and spat fire upon the palace. After receiving the order from the royal heir, the bloodied veteran descended back down into the Knight’s Crypt, unaware that the next time he would be there it would be in a tomb and not to pay respects. Those taking refuge had prepared themselves for the inevitable evacuation and at the sight of the grizzled soldier returning, they reluctantly and fearfully ascended the flight of stairs where the taste of iron grew thicker and the clash of swords grew louder. Entering the palace’s main hall, those evacuating were told to cover their skin with whatever they could and so the frantic tearing began. Clothes were torn to cover faces, curtains ripped from the windows and carpets torn from the floors. The group departed out of the palace's small door to be greeted with malflame that rained down from the sky, blood soaked streets and the sound of intense fighting urther up in the palace. Walton led the group to Reinmar, along with a handful of soldiers to ensure their safe passage. After ensuring all had made it safely to their new sanctuary, he ran back to Karosgrad to assist in its defence once more. Slipping a few times in the soaked streets, he ran past the palace to see that the Grand Prince was still leading a group of soldiers defending the palace from the giant bugs, trusting the prince’s wisdom he headed back to the eastern defence. Walton joined a handful of soldiers as the King dueled the pretender Prince just outside of the eastern gate. The Knight instinctively joined his comrade, Atilan Bishop, in battling one of the pretender prince’s personal retinue - a ghastly and monstrous foe. A few blows from Atilan proved ineffective and the Knight had been disarmed by the beast, however in a quick bout of ingenuity he grabbed Atilan’s spare aurum blade and thrust it through the demon's armpit into its chest. At that same moment, horns blared out as the Grand Prince returned to the eastern gate, atop Vanhart’s flying carpet, with his group of soldiers declaring that the northern attackers had been vanquished. Hope and morale had been restored in the tiring and weary soldiers, their strength renewed as much needed reinforcements arrived. The last of the inferi had been encircled and the soldiers made good progress cutting through their lines, victory was near. But, in a last ditch attempt to save its own life, the demonguard that Walton and Atilan had been battling, used the Knight’s disarmed blade and thrust it through his upper torso. With eyes and wide as the moon, he fell backwards into squelching dirt below. The Knight’s eyes fluttered as the reinforcements plowed up the hill and his foe became overwhelmed with a flurry of blades. With the knowledge that victory was assured and Karosgrad would still stand, he took his last breath and fell limp into a pool of his own blood. Ser Walton Kranz died during the Siege of Karosgrad fighting alongside his King and countrymen. The Wall had crumbled. SER WALTON KRANZ KNIGHT OF THE ORDER OF THE CROW FOURTEENTH KNIGHT PARAMOUNT OF HANSETI-RUSKA ‘THE WALL’ 385 E.S - 454 E.S. | 1832 A.H. - 1901 A.H.

An old veteran knight in plated armour. Semi realistic if you can please

Aren't these a contradiction?

"A hive of degenercy and scum." remarked Ser Walton.

Ser Walton plans his attendance!