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The High-King and his Sappers march again.

BORN FROM ICE BIRTH OF A HARALDRSSON ᛊᛏᚨᚾᛞ ᚨᚷᚨᛁᚾᛊᛏ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᛟᚾᚷ ᛞᚨᚱᚲ Issued by HIGH-KING HARALDR and QUEEN ANASTAZIE, on the 11th of SÓLSMÁNAÐR, IAÁ ASKR AR 596, AGE OF DRAGONFYRE; HEED ELDRHIRD, In the early hours of this year's beginning. A child was born to the line of Edvardssons. Thus, does the High King and Queen or Norland wish to announce the birth of their first child and son. His arrival was preceded by some of the mightiest tempests of ice and snow to batter Verdegrad, and at its conclusion, unto us a son was given. Yet, the night was not without trial. The storm did not pass gently and the boy entered into the world short of breath and slow to cry. Attended too, by the healers and seers of the Hearth, he rests now beneath the constant watch within the royal chambers. The blood of his line flows strong within him and it is hoped that in due time, he is able to be seen and presented within the northern realm. Nevertheless, in recognizing the significance of his heralding, we dub him, HÁREK ISLÉIFR HARALDRSSON @Barbarus The Queen rests in her chambers, the High King attending her as she recuperates. With strokes of a quill, he makes his will known to his subordinates, to carry out duties whilst he sees to the Queen’s recovery. May he be guided, and his path be steady. AND SO IT SHALL BE, BY THE WILL OF OUR ALLFATHER, HIS MAJESTY, Haraldr av Edvardsson Ruric as High-King of Norland, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric, Chieftain of the Clan Edvardsson, Jarl of Verdegrad, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders HER MAJESTY, Anastazie Brzezinski, as Queen of Norland, Lady of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders, Lady Protector of the Korvians

"The Emperor is as Pagan as us now." Uttered the Norn-King as he spoke to the crypt of HAAKON.

"Summon the Nornvikingrs." Declared the Norn.

Edict of Purification The Witch Kingdom of Rimeglen THE ROT THAT CORRUPTS SHALL BE CLEANSED ᛊᛏᚨᚾᛞ ᚨᚷᚨᛁᚾᛊᛏ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᛟᚾᚷ ᛞᚨᚱᚲ Issued by HIGH-KING HARALDR, on the 11th of SÓLSMÁNAÐR, IAÁ ASKR AR 596, AGE OF DRAGONFYRE; PREAMBLE Heed all who read this, for a vile bastion of rot has made claim to the Allfather's land. A self-proclaimed "Kingdom" has emerged in the frosty mountains not far from our own capital and seeks to wage total destruction upon our people. Within the cold forests lies a banner of black and purple that represents this rot known as the Witch Kingdom of Rimeglen and proclaims itself a land "of the dead, for the dead". There is no attempt to hide what they are or who they are. They are the risen and the resurrector and they have come to take what is ours. This rot cannot be allowed to fester any longer. They have threatened us with war, so in turn, we will give them war and purge this disturbing Kingdom. Therefore, let it be decreed that the law of King Odin Av Freysson Ruric is in full effect upon reading this missive. AND SO IT SHALL BE, BY THE WILL OF THE FATHER, as High-King of Norland, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric, Chieftain of the Clan Edvardsson, Jarl of Verdegrad, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders, Haraldr av Edvardsson Ruric, Henceforth order this declaration of war delivered. CONTENTS CLEANSING OF THE WITCH KINGDOM OF RIMEGLEN ANNIHILATION OF ALL GRENDEL DESTRUCTION OF THE KINGDOM CONCLUSION CLEANSING OF THE WITCH KINGDOM OF RIMEGLEN The Kingdom of Norland shall march upon the Kingdom of Rimeglen and destroy all traces of undeath, being and altar alike. It will be purified in great detail and all corruption will be uprooted. Thus do we summon; Any and all available smiths and alchemists, foreign or native to the Kingdom. Any and all able-bodied men and women of the realm are summoned to be armed and prepared. Any others who seek involvement, may converse to the High-King, High-Keeper or a member of the host. ANNIHILATION OF ALL GRENDEL All who reside within the Witch Kingdom of Rimeglen are to be purged or otherwise purified with none left. There will be no mercy toward those who have sworn themselves to the utmost disgusting beings who dwell within the Long Dark. DESTRUCTION OF THE KINGDOM The destruction of their core will be paramount to uprooting this rot. All buildings that host these abominations will be razed to the ground. Any fort, keep or stronghold will be razed to the ground. Any barracks and outposts will be razed to the ground. Any altars or other such filth will be razed to the ground. There will be no corner left untouched, no stone unturned. CONCLUSION You have situated yourselves upon the mighty Allfather’s land. This atrocity will not be forgiven and none of you will be afforded mercy. Your deaths will be swift and flame willing - final. AND SO IT SHALL BE, BY THE WILL OF OUR ALLFATHER, HIS MAJESTY, Haraldr av Edvardsson Ruric as High-King of Norland, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric, Chieftain of the Clan Edvardsson, Jarl of Verdegrad, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders HER EMINENCE, Sissel Freysdóttir av Ruric, Master of the Order of the First Flame, High Keeper of the Red Faith & the Flame Imperishable Scribed by, Tossair Chirr’parir Seggr of the Northern Host, Purifier of the Order of the First Flame

Need to know what happened in that meeting that made you double-down and make even worse decisions for the server 😭

23rd of Eiriksstanda, IAÁ 595, Age of Dragonfyre. They made shore along the coasts of Beleth, prows biting into sand as warriors spilled forth, weapons ready. The raid had one purpose above all others: Peter I. Yet the Liege Lord was nowhere to be found. It was his heir who greeted them instead. Simon Peter glimpsed the banners and broke. The moment Norvikingr steel touched Belethian soil, he fled inland, swift enough to earn the name Fleetfoot among the North and abandoning his people to their fate. Citizens and children alike were left behind, leaderless, taken not in slaughter but in capture. Yet the captives of Beleth were not brought bloodied and bruised, nor were they left to rot behind walls. They were taken to Verdrgrad and placed under the care of the Shieldmaidens of the Northern Host, questioned with restraint and housed with dignity while their fate awaited reply to the ransom call sent south. It was not their Liege Lord who came to answer that summons. Instead, the Archchancellor of Beleth arrived. Lord Maddock Tam was wheeled to Norland’s gates by the Vargbane, his presence brimming with accusation rather than wisdom. He sought not terms nor reconciliation, but justice shaped by rumour. He was quick to lay claims of slaughtered kin at Norvikingr feet, as though blood already soaked their halls. And the High-King met him without flinching. “Yet I have not killed any,” the High King said evenly. “No bodies pile outside my walls, bodies of adults or children, Archchancellor. Did you see any bodies on your way here?” Maddock Tam faltered, then answered truthfully. “No,” he admitted. “And for that, I am grateful. As it was the only thing that convinced me to keep riding until I met your gate. Unlike Hadrian and the Tar, you hold some manner of real principle outside of power.” It was enough. Enough to confirm that Beleth bled not from Norland’s hand, but from cowardice within its own walls. And so the call was given. THE FIELD OF WAR Eistalyn’s voice carried over the gathered host, calm yet edged with iron. “Kynric. Do you know why we are gathered?” Kynric did not hesitate. He straightened beneath the High King’s gaze, his answer spoken not merely in reply, but in oath. “The Norvikingr assemble at the King’s behest,” he said. “We shall go viking south to claim glory, and to avenge the honoured-dead.” The High King turned from him then and commanded. “To the gate,” he commanded. “We ride.” Iulius-Thegn moved at once, Tossair beside him, the Ash Kyrnic close behind. Their voices rang out in unison, rolling through the warband like a drumbeat of war. “Call your steeds. Gather at the gates. We fight!” And so the battle drew nearer still. At last, upon the field where reckoning waited, the High King of Norland and the Prince of Beleth, Simon Peter himself, stood before one another at the edge of battle. Between them lay the weight of cowardice and consequence, the thirst for combat tempered by the need to set right what had already been broken, and they spoke, even if briefly. “Men of good steel, you are.” - “This, I will never, and shall never deny., I ask your name, warrior.” “Haraldr, son of Haakon. May this battle be fruitful for us both.” - “I know who you are, Simon of Beleth. I wish you well in this battle and those that are to come.” “I have no love for imperials and those aligned with them. Nevertheless, if you claim to be Men of faith, may God have mercy on your people, and greet them honourably.” - “As he will mine” “May your Gods favour you then.” Forth did the skirmish upon those plains begin, such a battle starting with a swift exchange of loose arrows and javelins, some bouncing off the plated armaments of the inflicted, some meeting flesh. One notable excerpt from such a fierce skirmish would be the High King falling from their steed, sent to the ground by the recoil from an arbalest. The Uruks and their vassals would flee in turn, the coustiliers of the warband sending them fleeing to the treeline, and the varied warband following in proximity. There within that viridescient glade within the forests, did the true skirmish begin, lances and blades wrought of steel, tight within their grasp, moving to sail through the wind and hit upon their enemy. The orchestra of fierce lances crashing through the steel armour of their foes… - D R A T H O O M - Sounds of war as both sides clashed into each other, akin to a Thunderbolt granted by the very one above. The Horde would meet none of their targets, all being struck from their steeds and sent forth to the blades of grass by such a warband. One warrior clad in golden armor warming their hands in the blood of three dismounted uruks as they met his fearsome warpick, the armament singing through the air as it punched into their skulls. A Knight of the Imperium, bearing an axe wrought of mighty gem-metal, cleaved a belethian armsman in twain with such an axe. Norns en masse acting akin to berserkers driving such uruks to the ground, then concluding such ferocity by caving in their skulls. There would be no quarter for the wicked, only eternal rest Such a display of fury would bring fear into the hearts of the uruk band, decimating their morale, akin to their men, and soon they fled from battle. Those who fell were left upon the ground as the Uruk, the Belethian, and Salvan horde ran away, lamentations of fear within their cries. Their allies would meet nought but death upon such a field, being met with swift executions for their crimes of existence, and those who ran were cut down like the craven they were by the fierce warband. Only a few men were able to flee from such a slaughter, broken and beaten; only those few were able to depart from their fallen brethren. The battle had concluded at the drop of a singular drop of rain, an instant triumph, concluding as hastily as it began. The final words spoken in the battle were a flurry of many victorious chants, and as the warband stood over their broken foes, the High King of Norland would state his answer to them. “They were good and fair warriors.” - “Release our prisoners, they may return to their homes, let us return to the north.”

Haraldr stared at the frog, entirely mesmerized by the creature.

“You have done well, with what you were given, a true knight of the Haenseti. Forever will your will be heeded, by us who come after you. One last war. . . That is what I ask of you, one more campaign.” Spoke the High King as he looked upon the western walls over Verdrgrad, eyeing it carefully.

Within the Ashwood Hall ᚹᛁᚦᛁᚾ ᚦᛖ ᚨᛊᚺᚹᛟᛟᛞ ᚺᚨᛚᛚ Issued by High King Haraldr Haakonsson, on IAÁ 593, AGE OF DRAOGNFRYE A Summons To War, To the hird of the Hearth, the faithful Thegns, Chieftains, and noble Lords and to our apparent allies and sworn kin, By this decree of the High-King Haraldr av Edvardsson Ruric, all loyal to the Ashen Throne are summoned to gather in the capital of Verdrgrad, before the sacred seat of kings, the Ashen Throne within the Kingshall. A Royal Court shall be held to address matters of the realm: to speak on the trials and triumphs of our people, to look ahead to the coming season, and to strengthen the bonds of flame and oath. The King shall speak but he shall also listen as will his council. And those with wisdom, grievance, or hope shall be given the right to petition the Crown. Allies of Norland are welcomed with open hearths. Your presence shall be recognized, and your words heard. AND SO IT SHALL BE, BY THE WILL OF OUR ALLFATHER, HIS MAJESTY, Haraldr av Edvardsson Ruric, High King of Norland, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric, Jarl of Vjardengrad & the Lowmarch, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders titles, descending from greatest to lowest HER EMINENCE, Sissel Freysdóttir av Ruric, Master of the Order of the First Flame, High Keeper of the Red Faith & the Flame Imperishable

To Arms, sons of the North ᛅ ᛋᚢᛘᚬᚾᛋ ᛏᚢ ᚢᛅᚱ Issued by High King Haraldr Haakonsson, on the 10th of Eiriksstanda, IAÁ 591, AGE OF DRAOGNFRYE A Summons To War We remember. The North remembers. The Ash remembers. For the dead are not forgotten, nor are they lost to the harsh storms of the Hearth. I was present when blood ran cold upon our soils, I have buried kin, oathmen and friends beneath the skies of the AllFather, the very same skies that now calls to war. But hear this, sons and daughters of the North. I refuse to allow memory of the past, to become our masters. Vengeance is a fire that devours the very hand that feeds it. If we allow it to fester, it will only turn our peoples into rot and embers. The strength of this northern realm, of the High-King Haakon before me, has never been blind fury, it has been endurance. No longer will I allow this to shake our future, remember it, but do not allow it to shackle you. By order of the High King & High Keeper, witnessed by the assembled Lords of the Kingdom of Norland. The tides of war have once more begun. With duty pledged and raised, the Empire has called. Thus, this article sets forth. That every liege and vassal under the Red Kingdom may know the course laid before them Article I, To TAKE OFFENSIVE ACTION in pursuit of our obligations to the Empire of Man, in response to aggression committed upon Imperial lands by the Grand Kingdom of Urguan and the warriors of the Urukim Horde. All citizens of the Red Kingdom are hereby CALLED TO ARMS. In agreement with the Emperor of Mankind, Hadrian, the Kingdom of Norland hereby allows warriors operating within Norlandic borders to operate as Norvikingr for the Empire of Mankind. This act shall last for the duration of the war. Article II, To HONOUR OUR COVENANT within the Empire through participation in all defensive campaigns mounted for the protection and aid of Imperial territories. We stand in the shield wall to protect our allies; so too shall the Emperor’s might be turned upon our foes and come to the Kingdom’s defence should the need arise. Article III, By IMPERIAL DECREE and the spoken word of His Imperial Majesty, all war-fees, provisions, and costs of this righteous campaign shall be borne by the Empire of Man. The High Kingdom shall immediately commence the gathering of resources, the stockpiling of armaments, and the mustering of our warriors for the battles to come and the Empire of Man, shall afford coin to see to the marching and armaments. Article IV, Norvikingr from the Kingdom of Norland are to have, at minimum, their primary costs of military operations in aid of the Empire’s supply. Armaments are to be brought by the Norvikingr; however, equipment must be provided to those in need if there is imminent danger. Upon military triumphs of any degree, the Norvikingr significantly contributed; they are entitled to call for a meeting to discuss their share of the spoils or compensation. AND SO IT SHALL BE, BY THE WILL OF OUR ALLFATHER, HIS MAJESTY, Haraldr Sigmar Haakonsson, High King of Norland, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric, Jarl of Vjardengrad & the Lowmarch, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders titles, descending from greatest to lowest HER EMINENCE, Sissel Freysdóttir av Ruric, Master of the Order of the First Flame, High Keeper of the Red Faith & the Flame Imperishable

Why r cool magics being locked to the most evil of beings

Lothar Casimir, looked upon the Duchess, his face grim as he spoke. “The greatest of them all. . . Oh if only there were more like you.”

Not again gng… 😭 stop im begging u, we don’t need 100,000 what is wrong with the empire post when u can rp in places where they aren’t splaying their influence and regional leaders can deal with those matters personally, that is their duty because there is a decentralized regional system where this is possible, trust