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Bogism or Mandoism?

Within the White Walls of Halstaig, Woodes O'Rourke moves along the walls checking on the recently arrived Adunian immigrants that camped within. He stopped before a group of men and passed out cigars "Stay on your toes lads." A older white haired Adunian with a sprawling mustache smirked between cracked yellow teeth as he took the cigar. "Dis langers need tah worrah, for Tiocfaidh ár lá." Woodes nodded clapping the aged Adunian on the shoulder. "Tiocfaidh ár lá." He echoed his gaze look skyward to the heavens.

1. Full Name of the Candidate:Duncan Cripps

2. Age of the Candidate:54

3. Street Address of the Candidate:Douglas Court 3

4. What office Head Clerk/Sheriff office: Sheriff Office

RP Name:Woodes O'Rourke

MC Name: scorce1799

Voted: Yes :)

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Remarks Woodes O'Rourke sitting idly in his chair within the Paddy's Pint as he continues to read this missive, while a cigar hangs from his mouth "The Adunian people have done many a things for the empire and I personally say to these Risorganists that their ideals are foolish nothing more, nothing less." This O'Rourke thereafter closes the missive as well as removing the cigar from his lip as a scowl goes across his face turning his attention back to waiting for patrons.

RP Name: Richard Edwyn
MC Name:  scorce1799
Voted: Yes :)

Woodes O'Rourke stands tall and proud looking at the work he has accomplished but also laughs at the ******* cannon hanging from his roof.

RP Name: Duncan Cripps

MC Name: scorce1799

Voted: Yes 

1. Full Name of the Candidate: Duncan Cripps

2. Age of the Candidate: 47

3. Street Address of the Candidate: Douglas Court 3

4. What office Head Clerk/Sheriff office: Sheriff office

In The Footsteps of Giants

Journal of ‘Woodes’ O’Rourke

Godfrey’s Triumph 

       Often do I worry that I shall not live up to what it means to be an O'Rourke. How will I stand tall in the annals of our families history? When I will be compared to my aunt Anastasia I ‘The Sword of Helena’, Countess of Halstaig and her skill in battle, or my father Patrick and his oratory skills on the Political Stage, or even my Grandfather Patrick I ‘The Grim’. How can I distinguish myself when already my family has done so much? My deepest fear is that I will be but a footnote in history, a name on a paper and nothing more. But this, this weakness I believe is also my greatest strength, it pushes me to put aside petty fears of lesser men, for the blood of Adunia and its heroes courses through my veins. I did not think of myself when I surged at the fore of the ad-hoc fire brigade that fought the fires that wracked the Bank of Providence. Even when my own hand was seared to bone from the raging fires, I remained until the fires were extinguished only then did I seek medical attention, aided by my brother and brother-in-law Cillian and George.

       Tonight the sounds of drums and a blaring horn roused the occupants of Halstaig. Hurrying down the stairs I met the rest of my family before the gates of Halstaig and was greeted by a peculiar sight. A band of black armoured Elves was before us with a series of covered wagons. A tall bearded Elf stepped forward, the fires from the torches flickered in his grey eyes as he introduced himself. He was Akaer, formerly of the Sons of Malin, he said he had been close friends with Padraig O’Rourke and had come to repay a debt. Aunt Anatasia still was wary of the elf and asked with a hand on the hilt of Liar’s Bane what he meant. The Elf’s thin face was split by a smirk as he motioned for a pair of his followers to bring something forward. Carried between them was a heavy oaken chest which they sat at the feet of the Countess. Inside sat, a set of dark grey iron and chainmail armor, it was finely forged and a dark orange cowl sat atop of it. After a brief conversation in hushed tones with Aunt Anastasia and Uncle Donovan the rest of the carts were brought into the walls. With that the black clad Elves left, fading into the dark of night, leaving behind many sets of such armor, even one for myself. Aunt Anastasia said we will need this in the battle to come…… My first battle. To think of it sends chills down my spine, but I am an O'Rourke and this battle is at the shores of Lake Halstaig, a name it takes from my family's own holding. We must win this battle or we will see the enemy at the white walls. 

       Rage over takes my wits even as I write this. My cousin Auden ‘Mace Catcher’ Thien had been beaten near to death by his own fellows led by some Castington woman. The gall of such people, how easy the plebeian masses forget what our family has done. Our Great Grandfather Jonah Elendil guided the nation as Archchancellor, our Grandfather Patrick I, served the nation for forty years until his own death. Despite our sacrifices this woman dared lead a mob in accosting my kinsman. Blood will be repaid in blood, an Adunian never forgets.

Tobais’ Bounty

       Today is the day of days. Sleep eluded me and I rose to the trumpeting of carnyx from the courtyard. Putting the pain and fear aside I lashed my right arm to my chest after donning the grey armor and hooked on my sword belt. I was greeted at my door by several of the grizzled Adunians who my father had dispatched to serve as a retinue. Trooping out with them my heart pounded in my ears as I saw the host of Adunians, Heartlanders, and Highlanders being organized in proper lines by the Master of Grounds, Akello Cenobia. These despite the armor and weapons were not soldiers, these were common people. Farmers, Merchants, Iron Miners, Trappers, and everything in between. My eyes watered in pride and emotion as I saw the hard look of determination that was shared in the eyes of my Adunian kinsmen. For centuries our people had been without a home, drifters and the downtrodden. Now through the grace and generosity of our Emperor John VIII and the Nation of Oren, we have such. Our people, our family is grateful for this and for us this war was one of Total War, there would be no step back, these common people like the thousands that massed in other towns and cities would either win or die for the nation that had given them so much. Oren must win this war. I suppose I should address Aunt Anastasia as Countess in this until we return home. I took my place at the head of a hundred of the assembled mob, many of the men and women behind me came from Redenford, the bravery of these ordinary people aided in waylaying my own shaking hands.

       I was jolted from my thoughts as the carnyx sounded again and the Countess rode out on a pale mare. She, like everyone else was armoured and behind her rode three Adunians on black stallions carrying a banner each. The largest was the flag of Oren held high, followed by a blessed image of Saint Lucien, our patron Saint, and the last was the Pale Pecan Tree of House O’Rourke. She rode in between the ranks of steely eyed men and women, her pale green eyes meeting the eyes of as many as she could before she spoke, her voice echoing from the white walls that surrounded us. “My friends, today we fight not for glory. We fight not for gold. We fight for a dream, a dream called Oren. You are not an army, you are not bannermen, nor am I your commander. Instead you are something greater, you are the citizens of Oren fighting to defend our homes and our GOD!” With that she drew Liar’s Bane, it’s unearthly blade shining in the sun as she raised it, motioning the column forward. Carynxs bellowed and drums beat a steady march as we marched to the Imperial Army Camp in Outer Arentania. As we marched, several of the men began to sing songs, mostly old Adunian Ballads, but as we drew closer to the camp I was amazed as I saw row after row of tents. There had to be almost a hundred thousand encamped around the area. Our arrival was heralded by the sound of carnyx and kettledrums, and served up quite a bit of excitement from the soldiers. Our armor was of particular interest to several of the Elven Mercenaries who knew of the Sons of Malin.

       We took our place in the line as scouts hurried into the camp bearing news of the Nordling host barreling down at us. As the savages surged forward, horns bellowed out our own advance as we pushed to meet them. Our own line easily  doubled theirs and we met with a loud clash of iron striking on iron. To my right I saw Countess Anastasia in the fore of the fray, Liar’s Bane weaving a bloody wake as she tore into the ranks of the Nordlings. At her side was Akello Cenobia acting as her shieldbearer. My eyes were torn back to the melee before me as the roaring of a Norlandic Berserker made my ears ring. The savage lunged at me with a feral anger in his eyes, staggering me as I raised my own blade to meet his curved falx. Locking blades with the man, I drove him back by delivering a headbutt striking him across his nose. As he howled in pain and dropped his blade, I struck out running him through. The rest of the battle was a maelstrom of gore and violence. At the end I stood back to back with Auden ‘The Mace Catcher’, as my pale green eyes scanned the field the sights I saw drew a sickness that I had to fight down.  But the day was won, Oren was victorious and for now our home was safe. The face of the man I killed still haunts me at night. It's not that I slew him, but what I saw in his face that stays with me, at the moment I struck him down, fear had filled his eyes.

(Below is a Charcoal Drawing of the Adunians at Outer Arentania and a short poem)

Men of Halstaig, stop your dreaming,

Can't you see their spearponts gleaming,

See their warriors pennants streaming,

To this battle field!

Men of Halstaig stand ye ready,

It can not be ever said ye,

For the battle were not ready,

Halstaig never yields!

From the hills rebounding,

Let this war cry sounding,

Summon all at Oren's call,

The mighty force surrounding!

Men of Halstaig on to glory,

This will ever be your story,

Keep these burning words before ye,

Halstaig will not yield!

RP Name:Duncan Cripps

MC Name: scorce1799

Voted: Yes 

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Desmond "Woodes" O'Rourke wonders why his name is on the list of witnesses when he didn't see nuffin...

RP Name: Duncan Cripps

MC Name: scorce1799

Voted: Yes 

RP Name: Ivar Von Derlin
MC Name: Scorce1799
Voted: Yes :)