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  1. 37 minutes ago, Asutto said:

    "So Haense can find time to place Sanctions on the Church but can't find time to settle its own vassal disputes. Laughable." Spoke that of the infamous Ser Trent Triceps.


    ALEKSANDR, GRAND PRINCE OF KUSORAEV ran by and taped a missive to the inept man's face:

    "You're just all brawn. No brains!" The Princeling shouted in the midst of his escape.

     

     

  2. Marius Audemar had been spinning in circles atop that rolling chair for at least an hour within his brother's office -- who just so happened to be the King of Haense!

    "YOU'VE GOT MAIL!" Croaked a terribly annoyed courier at the door, having been summoned to the office at least a dozen times that evening for matters miscellaneous or otherwise purely tedious. Reluctantly in the end, did he slide that missive regarding the summit beneath the door. 

  3. "You were two different warriors."

    Marius Audemar, the once frightened Prince, reconciled with himself as he wiped at those slow falling tears upon his sleepless cheeks. Those tears which appeared akin to the rain which slickly fell against the stained glass panes of the St. Heinrik's basilica where he sat in utter solitude, hoping that prayer was a feasible means of connection between him and his departed parents. Could they hear him? He'd hoped so.

    He had learned swordsmanship from his father, how to traverse the field of battle and how to allocate men to their respective troops. However, it was his mother who taught him how to captivate the heart of a person, to reach into their soul instill that rage and light ablaze the patriotism within, that taught him how to ensure each soldiers will to continue went on. It may have been his father that gave him his own fight, but it was his mother who fostered it.

    It was all those moons ago when the Princeling was left shivering alone in the Royal Quarters hall, his face pallid, teeth chattering, and staring at the blank space on the wall where he could've sworn a beast of the void sought to get him. His mother and among all her sacrifices, came to the boys aid albeit his preposterous claims, aided him through the night, and fought off those foul beast which haunted the boy. He knew within her presence he could rest easy.

    "It's your turn. Mamej. You watched over us for so long- you may rest easy now."

  4. Marius Audemar wept, for his father was gone.

    Had  it  been  so  long?  Since the times of his father burying him beneath the powder-snow of the Rimeveld along with  his  sister  to  teach  the  Princeling  discipline.  Since the times of drawn out politicking, upon the matters of foreign affairs, the management of the Kingdom. Since the times of Warfare where his father stood tall among all, as a beacon to remind each soldier valiantly that the fight goes on, that the battle was not lost- victory was ahead.

    He wondered if all had been in vain, if all had been for naught. His father gave him life, education, his father gave him fight.
    It was he who crafted him from a young boy to a prospering man, meticulous in his lessons and word. He battled the thought of if life would continue, if it could all go on, if he could continue to be the man his father expected of it. The final words between Karl and Marius offered the boy closure, words he would look back upon:
    "Live without me, Marius. That is all I shall say. Your legacy is your own."


    Marius was his sword, his ears, his advisor.
    Trumping everything, Marius was his son.


    This life of his, goes on, so Marius smiled.
    "Rest now, father. Your final triumph."

     

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    it was so good. would absolutely relive the past 8 months of your reign without hesitation. one of the best i've seen mister jim rowe.

     

  5. 6 minutes ago, NotEvilAtAll said:

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    Lol!

     

    It's only nicer looking if you use 3rd party mods or clients that completely rework how chat works.

    Why not just use pits then?

    Pits are familiar. People understand pits and how they work from their knowledge of vanilla minecraft or other server genres and don't have to be taught "purple sparkles coming from block = click with x tool".


    as the post said the entire function of posts are archaic and clunky. we can have nicer looking / functioning systems now. I think the "tell" for what will be a node should be changed but it'll be more obvious and stand out anyway. 

    also i'd hope it's common sense not to click a piece of cobblestone with an iron shovel.

  6. 7 minutes ago, Unwillingly said:

    just give us resource pits no more of this "go to x location to find x block" stuff PLEASE

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    also what does this even mean in relation to resource pits genuine question


    the fact it was literally a 16x16 pit that was reset by clicking a sign. we're better than that now. we can have nicer looking / functioning systems now other than that.

  7. Spoiler

     


    Marius Audemar roamed quieter halls that sorrowful-eve.


    "Kindness and empathy to others comes more powerful than the wit of Kings or power of violence," The Prince continued on up the grandiose steps, dreading every step.

    "As it is much better to command with the former qualities and respect than it is to command with rulings or force." The doors to his room creaked and he further crawled into the depths and confines of his quarters, taking up a spot before of his hearth.

    "It is to connect with people's hearts, to connect in the first place- that is the most powerful thing I have encountered in my life." He concluded, finally mustering out the final words he could remember from the late Queen-Mother. These words he continued to repeat to himself over and over- and once more just for safe measure. He sought a leather-binded book from his many walls and scribed these words down for good keeping, to reflect upon in the future in whatever endeavors he may find himself on. All in all, he remembered the kindness and joy that she reflect.

    "Rest well, hauchmamej, your impact will forever be felt upon many."

  8. MARIUS AUDEMAR (possibly otherwise known as THE DARK LORD OF EVIL) drew out an olden cloak from his wardrobe, casted away many years ago by those against his ideologies. "It seems we must return, brother. This time we return wiser, taller, and eviler - we shall strike our greedy hands at any who stand before or dare oppose us..." The boy then spun around from the mirror he faced, "How'd that sound? That speech alright? I haven't done this whole EVIL gig in a bit."

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