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  1. 1824 – 1962

     

    It is with immense sadness and equal parts relief that the passing of Adrian Marcellus Novellen is fittingly announced with the renewal of his great House of Temesch. He died peacefully in his rocking-chair at home in Valfleur.

     

    There is only one truly common universal experience between the lives of people. We all are born into this world and someday we all must leave it. Adrian Marcellus Novellen was born the unfavored son, of the unfavored son. His father Robert Francis was feared by his father, the Emperor Philip II. Unwell by all accounts and relegated to the clergy at a young age, his father Robert sired Adrian and his brother Ioannes with the proud Holy Dame Helena Basrid.

     

    Accompanied by their sister Alice, their small family was relegated beyond the boundaries of Providence by their paranoid and inept Grandfather. They had only each other in the years that followed, their young cousin Philip Amadeus the only ally to show genuine warmth for his fellow Imperial youth. All but exiled by law Adrian and his brother did embark as they came of age out into the world with no inheritance to claim save that which they might seize for themselves. His brother Ioannes embraced the Church as their father had done, while Adrian courted the Prince of Savoy and sought to make a mark upon the southern continent.

     

    Fate determined however in the fast-friends had been made at home and across the seas, that when his cousin Philip returned home himself to seize the throne from their horrible grandfather Adrian would return with him, along with the Prince of Savoy and all his cousin’s supporters. For his loyalty he was rewarded with his father’s title— the County of Temesch. After that he took a seat in government as Imperial Spymaster, and in the war of succession that followed used the station to aid the Emperor’s favoured son Frederick to the Throne of the Nation and to his final position as Vice-Chancellor.

     

    During his tenure he served and established the elective tenants of the nation’s legislature and secured stewardship of much of the lands north of the Petra River. It was then that he subsequently abdicated in favour of his hungry son Paul Salvian. The foundations set early, and set well— the legacy of the House of Temesch became assured. Each successive generation expanding upon the works of the last. Prince Adrian Marcellus Novellen outlived every sibling, spouse, and child of his creation, and saw in the wake of the sprout he had planted a proud oak tree over the course of his elden age. He is survived by an evident legacy and countless descendants. He passes at the vast age of one-and-forty years.

     

    By GOD,

    May those who come after succeed in standing tall upon your shoulders, as they have upon mine.

    Adrian Marcellus Novellen, Count-Emeritus of Temesch

     

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    Take care Petra you're awesome. Thanks to everyone for making it so hard to give up on a character, I've never experienced that before and likely won't again.

     

  2. Robert Temesch off in lands unknown beneath a quaint Lemon tree chuckled as he read the missive of the day; proud of his brother's heir. It was a well timed accord, if only because his snivelling grandfather was too far gone to slither out of his coffin to whinge and complain in-person. The direct line of the House of Temesch would survive unbroken.

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    An elder Ithelanen trekked upon the wilds, down the paths of his forebears. Foraging amongst the dense bush, checking traps, and plucking game. He danced with mute purpose through a forest as his dinner, a large rabbit, dangled therein from his belt by its feet. This would be a hearty meal he thought. Its bones well suited to a good broth, boiled well with the greens spare at camp he had plucked the day before. There would be little worry in moving further south when it came time to break camp at dawn.

     

    It was only once sat to cook, that he could portend the signs. As his bronze pot was set boiling above sizzling fire, only then did he hear the whispers. In times past he might've ignored the call and continued his wanderings, but that night on a whim he allowed nature's voice to whistle in his ear. A breeze brushed through the tree line and unto camp, the fire flickering ever briefly. It was enough to pull his attention from his preparations. Setting down a knife he was using to chop mushroom he left his work where it lay to follow that wind to the edge of his abode beneath the canopy. As he looked into the darkness encompassing his fire lit camp eyes glint back at him, given away by an unblinking glare. Moving forward though, the closer he moved the more uneasy the small creature became. Finally as it was within reach it began to squeal, and ran back into obscurity. A boar had found him there in his roving, and he mused on the meaning over supper.

     

    When he awoke in the morning he made quick work of cleaning bronze-wear a the nearby creek, settled all accounts as he packed for the path ahead. He thought, "Great Moccus has sent a sign perhaps?" as he hauled his supplies upon his back. Ready to leave the winds changed, the boar beckoned, and the Ithelanen moves forward, his course is altered, the arc of his stride bound unknowingly for his proud kinsmen. The gods alone tracing his path.

     

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    PETRINE PAMPHLET

    Petris Libellus, 22nd of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1884

     

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    Dost Her Sons Still Hark?

     

    From this desk upon which I pen thoughts upon the proceedings of our tumultuous nation, I rightly ponder how it ever came to this. Even now, this abnegated Temesch recalls His Majesty's signing of the Edict, which also bore this hallowed name. This family of Temesch is tied in perpetuity with the ideas I had hoped the document would come to represent. A free and open Assembly of all the people within the realm, blissfully ignorant, haunted the halls of Orenian meritocracy. The Crown would be managed hand-in-hand with a body comprising each estate within the olde sphere of these former Imperial territories. However, I would be remiss not to acknowledge the failure of those ideals in the face of such a promise.

     

    This constitutional Edict bore our pride, was left without any measure of regard, and the Assembly mandated by these new articles of state were left unattended. A mere four sessions were permitted throughout its course, and the delicate balance that had to be set between the powers of the Court and the People themselves became inevitably imbalanced. It is what ultimately led this author to a swift retirement. It was a consultation that the Crown and its constituencies have sorely underachieved. When retirement came, there was no vote upon the confirmation of my successor. Nor during my time were any who achieved positions upon the Privy approved by the people's representatives. This initial interim cabinet of men and women under this first Ministry began to choose succession arbitrarily pending approval of the sovereign alone.

     

    This is not how Men should govern. Nor how we three had sworn to govern when this reformed Kingdom arose from the ashes of the Empire. The merits of the Marnantine's Proclamation at Nenzing were to be restored to the realm, the rule of law maintained and expanded for future generations. Nevertheless, the Judiciary was dissolved by His Majesty and replaced with an Inquisitorial Junta too weak to enforce order upon the realm nor any of its constituent nobles. One of the primary sources the House of Novellen cites as a champion claim upon the throne tossed aside in a fortnight.

     

    The powers of the state were divided on paper and parcelled to the General Assembly. They were immense in scope. Authority upon all matters of land, law, and identity itself, it was the duty of the Crown to promote these institutions and cement them as fixtures that citizens could cling to and readily rely upon. Regardless, time and time again, the Crown's Ministries during my tenure showed no significant sentiments toward true advocacy for these free institutions of the state - with the benefit of hindsight, it is now clearly visible through constant misnomer that none cared at all for the careful nourishment that the people would require to flourish. Now unsatisfied, the realm's subjects cried out in clear voices for the power to govern for themselves, for there to be an end to war despite every attempt to thwart this inevitability.

     

    In my life, I have seen every manner of regime fall as we of noble birth gamble in the halls of power with the lives of simple folk. When Philip II, my grandfather, took power, I became just as they - entirely powerless as a consequence of a feud uncontrollable. Each repetitive transition is a newborn void that must be filled by a claim to power. As Grandfather perished, his grandson took his place and tore down his reforms in exchange for his own. When Philip III passed, his paltry changes were levelled by the destruction wrought by his sons. The goals of the Monarchy each time has been to build for itself individual repute - a legacy. 

     

    Such legacies are for naught. When the cost of that greatness is itself a breach of faith, the contracts of fealty that bind the realm together are sacred. When broken for the sake of glory, all suffer indignity while having to worship the ground their liege walks upon. The realm has spent an eternity at War with the Dwarves and suffered through the brutal Civil War between brothers. Now evermore conflict has been brewed because of the poor instinct of this Government. Held beneath the weight of a Crown drowned in its golden embrace. We began with a promise of peace beneath a newly reunited land. We began with a promise of mercy, for trade to resume, and for wounds time necessary to heal. We promised, in the beginning, a free society sanctioned and protected by His Majesty the King. We failed at each in turn. No longer.

     

    GOD created Man to be equal in all things, 'To Share in the Bounties of His Creation. And the Wisdom of the Word of His Prophets.' Where once benevolent Monarchs ruled, the House of Novellen, now like the House of Horen before, has fallen. It has fallen into a state of severe disrepair. Regional identity has torn at the heart of the nation and found this country wanting. A nation with considerable discontent cannot be ruled through six-sided vice. In order to persist, the rights of the people must be respected in perpetuity. The continued labour of our citizens must be allowed to provide a reliable bounty not just for the state but for themselves so that both can flourish. In essence that unfulfilled Kingdom needed its due rest.

     

    Everyman must be allowed his life to live for the entirety of its tenure. No Man ought to be deprived of property nor birthright without his consent, lest the loss of his livelihood damns him to choose between squalor or the skies. These are the two fundamental Rights of Man, which are preceded by their natural constituents. No Life can be lived well without the Liberty to choose unbonded from the shackles of Slavery. Moreover, the evils of other Men and their schemes should not impede his Liberty. Thus, he is always owed a free and open Trial:

     

    LIFE,

    PROPERTY,

    LIBERTY,

    TRIAL.

     

    Each is an uncompromising term to ensure the continued prosperity of Mankind. LIFE has been violated in countless Wars of Ambition suffered by the People of Mankind. PROPERTY has been stripped as Noble and Commoner have been shuffled like cattle between fields. LIBERTY has been taken, as the Assembly is abandoned and confined to the dregs of societal power - TRIAL battered down alongside the Empire which afforded it in full. Each has been ignored. So is it not also the right of the people to choose a new Government for themselves in the absence of benevolent rule? It is the right therein for Everyman to rebel in the face of tyranny for the sake of probity. 

     

    The slate has been wiped clean of bloodline and divine right, no more will there be this cycle of war and peace, no more will the game of Kings be permitted. Humanity has been given a chance now to build something wholly unique in origin within this year of Harvest. Let us not squander these coming opportunities.

     

    MORS SERVITUTI ANTEPONENDA

     

    Signed,

    Adrian Marcellus Novellen, Count Emeritus.

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    [!] Noticeably upon the contents of the pamphlet lay a red powdery substance which stained the pages of papyrus. Possibly Redstone? [!]

     

  5. There is honestly a real problem that players have with racism and homophobia on the server. It is very cyclical, unfortunately. Anonymity allows people to say some pretty horrible things, and so especially in the earlier part of Lord of the Craft's history, these styles of toxicity were commonly normalized among the player base at large. Because of that initial situation, that thereby spawns a culture where new players are exposed to that same toxicity and adopt it as a model for their behavior because they want the attention of more veteran players, which spawns a WHOLE other set of issues that have also been a significant problem for the community recently.

     

    The only way to combat this is to do what the administration and Moderation are doing now: to essentially come down as hard as possible on the people who perpetuate this cycle of toxicity on the server. Furthermore, to do it regardless of public opinion. That said, the reason why you have obtained this perception of being so horribly treated has nothing to do with any of the prior problems I've just covered. Lord of the Craft is messing with Mental Health? Got a desire to quit? Great, that is entirely understandable. Is that the fault of Moderation? Does that give you the right to critique people for writing a 'lovely little paragraph or ten' for having a slightly different outlook on the situation? No it is not. It's that attitude that is generally unappealing for people.

     

    It is safe to say that everyone knows the server's problems. This place is not perfect; people who cross that line should be banned. That doesn't legitimize being hyper-passive aggressive. It's really cringe to create a thread complaining about serious server issues and then go back and immediately chastise people for engaging with said feedback; that's idiotic.

  6. On 5/14/2022 at 8:32 PM, CanadaMatt said:

    Sucks that im being OOCLY shunned by a community iv been apart of in the end, this kinda turned into a rant of sort but if any questions come up feel free to ask and ill awnser. 

     

    When I first joined in 2012, my first friends on the server were the Azogs; I joined the Teutonic Order as a New Player and continued that way for three or four years. None of those people talk to me anymore. I helped Esterlen build the Johannian Dynasty stuff and helped out with the Novellen stuff. By the time Nectorist couped, I'd been pushed out entirely; everything I had worked on was killed and put to bed.

     

    I've met many people on the server. I've given a lot to people on this server who have decided to ditch, betray, or dip out because of convenience when asked to do the same. It sucks, but it happens outside of the server, too. Personally, I've enjoyed having you around when we played in the MOI together, Matt, and I hate to say that the community hasn't changed in my experience. Staff will harass or threaten to ban based on cliques, and players will do their worst in the same way.

     

    My best advice is to move on, man, find where you fit in, find the people who will stay in your corner, and have fun. If you think you're being excluded, then **** the people doing it. They aren't worth your time. Personally, I wouldn't be interested in playing on the server at all if it wasn't for Lion or Nectorist. This new Oren has been pretty accepting of me, but that isn't everyone's experience.

     

    I'm happy to have you, and if you're still in on RPing in Oren, I'll be very open to helping you get through it if you want to stay.

     

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    The Brothers' Temesch, circa 1840

     

    As dawn broke, the Count of Temesch was offered the news, swiftly and to the point though he did not take it as such. His mind was a haze, still unwoken though his body had begun to walk the grounds; he was seemingly unwell and unable to process as the shock overtook him. Much raced upon him. In these sparring moments before the rest of the Household woke. As he was led to the balcony, where his mother had passed, she rested peacefully. Yet, her personal struggle must have been anything but.

     

    Why would she not tell him she was so near to such a day? Did he simply not care to notice? Given their country's strife, there was much which had occupied his every waking hour. He had not even seen his children since his arrival with her the previous morning; even then, she was in good spirits and seemingly in good health. As he thought, his heart raced, and his breathing became shakey. His vision blurred, the colors he saw all tinged with gray, his expressions mute. It was then that he must have stepped forward and white-knuckled the railing. All that divided him, from his absent father and his caring mother. He looked down, contemplating another grisly fate.

     

    "My Lord?" He heard behind him, his retainer still present even as he had become lost in his own thoughts. "Might we begin with the arrangements?" The man questioned, his own brows knit with curiosity and concern for his Lordship.

     

    "Yes, of course." he returned, still divided as he turned to address his servant, abandoning darker contemplation instead for this conversation. Nevertheless, the Count remained melancholic even as he was snapped back to the reality of things and spurred outside from his solitude of himself. "A Priest will need to be called, and the casket, of course. One must be built."

     

    As he spoke the words and worked through the process of her demise, the staff each one had awoken, the cool night air gave way to the rising Sun, and the Stars each were pulled away from overhead beneath the luminescence of orange-yellow light upon the horizon as it reflected off the melting morning dew. He went from one conversation unto the next, each successively as he stood within his mother's quarters, awash in a stream of requests, aid, and necessary duties. There was no wailing, save his mother's caretakers, for he had to stomach all as he bore the burden. Her Grandchildren were barred from that wing of the building. The body moved from her balcony to avoid both panic and ill-rumour of her demise from spreading before they were ready.

     

    "Lord, forgive me, but I have questions about the body. Should we move her from her chambers?" Spoke another, separate from the last, and then the next. "There is also the business of the letters," one quick moment just as another began. "Yes, not just to your Mother's family, but to the villagers of Vienne, and to your own family as well." All too often, he became drowned in new crises that had to be solved. However, his mother meant more to him than a problem to resolve. When he was alone in Rosemoor with his brother Ioannes and his cousin Darius, she watched over them. Sickly as he had been in his youth, he had faced the consequences of his ill-bred constitution daily, each time bringing the possibility of an untimely death. She supported his decision to ultimately leave their home, seized by their Grandfather due to his hatred for their father, his son. They had no guarantees made for them, no inheritance or future within the land of their birth. All had to be built.

     

    From her, he garnered all his strength to persevere despite his circumstances. He had achieved all that he stood for, and all thereafter, because of his mother's teachings. As his brother had followed in their father's pious path, he continued alone to secure their family, abandoning his love of poetry and the arts, sacrificing his natural affinities for the politics in which security for them would be unquestionably established.

     

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    I ought to say here that I have been so fortunate. For a while, after I took a good long break from LOTC, I thought I wouldn't come back. I'd done so much on the server and played so many things that I figured there wouldn't be a character I could play that would interest me enough to dive in again. I have been really happy to be wrong. You and Nect gave me a chance at a time even the people I've known longest on the server had turned away. Playing Adrian has and will continue to be a real privilege for me, and if he is my last character here, as I've said often, I honestly think there is no other I'd like to end things with than him.

     

    You're an amazing person to roleplay with, and have been an even greater friend. Stay awesome.

     

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    Adrian Marcellus looked down upon his growing son Paul Gustave with an incredulous look of pure patriotism. He was nearly five years old, why does he not have his own personal armaments? Where did his son hide the crossbow he'd given him for his fourth birthday? Or the arrows that came with them? The Count of Temesch now fully disgusted with his unpatriotic spawn left the room, immediately returning with the large sword he had been given by his Emperor Philly II, essentially shoving the heavy blade into his son's stubby and small hands

     

    "Fight" he insisted staring down with beady eyes, confident he would raise a soldier someday. 

     

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    Adrian Marcellus lamented the departure of his goodly cousin, a last keepsake beside Anastasios of his childhood companion Darius. All he wished in that moment upon reading of her demise was that he might have had greater opportunity to know her before the end. Though the time they spent together at Aster Hall too would serve as an unforgettable memento. He would see the young children she had left at court were in good hands, to be raised well. Something he had failed to do during his time in exile. Savoy was a second home to him; no longer though. With Catherine and Darius' daughter both gone this new nation was clearly no place for his budding family, nor for any reasonable soul.

     

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    1 hour ago, Lionhz said:

    to the people who harassed her to PK, **** you.

     

    ^^^ This, it's disgusting for me when I see people pulling out the Undead blogposting on the forums. It's OOCly motivated PK peer pressure; plain and simple.

     

     

  10. On 1/19/2022 at 7:12 PM, SquakHawk said:

    The other three (Chi, Enaction of Yeu, and Striga) were shelved after multiple endeavors and attempts to increase the availability and the number of users

     

    Striga was shelved because of a Joel hateboner, cope.

  11. 6 hours ago, Polysemic said:

    >people complain the fast travel plugin is broken
    >fix fast travel plugin
    >people complain fast travel plugin

    pay me and I'll make the plugins you want to be made lmfao

     

    Wanna add on to this. Minecraft is bad at running big servers - At peak time yesterday, as far I could see, there were 408 people online. To put that into context, Mojang themselves are comfortable running servers up to 11 players (See: Minecraft Realms). It was not the plugin. I can promise you, with some certainty, that the server would not have survived even if there were no plugins. There is solutions to these problems, but they're above the pay-grade for anyone in the tech team, and most people who actually get paid. Hell, as far as I know even big servers don't apply them because they're just too much work.

     

    Don't blame the plugins, don't blame the tech or the mods spending countless hours of their free time on trying to make the war work. I've said this before and I'll say it again; We're not here to ruin your fun. We play ourselves, we want this kind of thing to happen just as much as you all want. 

     

    Seen two people using this line of argument where Minecraft doesn't have the 'capacity,' and I just really would like to say this. It's not accurate at all. There have been larger warclaims than this in the past that have been completed, AND there have been warclaims with much smaller numbers that have been cancelled. It isn't the server, it's the people managing the problem.

  12. Adrian Marcellus, Count of Temesch, sat in the palace gardens as he smoked a fat cigarillo, a warm smoke filled his mouth as he took in the scene. The frozen dew of winter clung to the fountain at it's centre. It was a good day, one of justified means.

     

    "God save the Emperor, it's about damn time."

     

     

  13. The revivified Judith Helvets, Duchess-Dowager of Crestfall composes a poem dedicated to her northern cousins.

        'ate oren
        'ate the emperor
        'ate wigs
        luv beating me mrs
        luv crow poo
        luv 'aense
        luv barbanov
        simpe as.

     

     

  14. Adrian Marcellus laughed in the face of the missive he received, having himself completely recovered from the losses that his Grandfather had served his family in the first year of his return from exile. "The loathsome broad can't leach off of her dead husband for much longer. She ought to engage some fat Barbanov instead, or rot away in Woldzmir until she chokes on one of the rats they serve in that dump." He had no sympathy for the women, an ugly trophy wife from a corrupt bygone era 

     

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