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RESUME Name: Henry Place Of Origin: Savoy Background: Born in a water-side village in Savoy, Henry adopted Owynism after believing his Father to have healed from illness after a pilgrimage to Du Loc. Briefly becoming a traveling after the fall of the Savoy, he'd make his way to St. Felders Rock. Skillset: A decent swordsmen, and a somewhat talented cook. Reason(s) For Enlistment: A want to serve Owyn.

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Winchester read over the battles of the Wig War, he noticed the 'Providence Tea Party' was included, but not the other two Ferrymen defeats the prior two Saint Days at Arichsdorf and Imperial Court... "Incomplete." He'd chuckle.

The Savoyard Preacher in training looked to the missive, frowning. Outlaws? Father Melquíades was the opposite of an outlaw, he didn't even know if Melq was capable of violence. "By Pontiff Owyn III, surely he is rolling in his grave..." He'd utter a prayer to Saint Edmond in Savoyardic.

Thesis on the Subconscious Knowledge of Sin & Respective Judgement of GOD Thereafter The mortality of man is mixed. A complexe topic, with hundreds of layers and perspectives, which simply cannot be divided into two overarching categories, such as those who sin, and those who do not. Given the gift of free will, man becomes complex, divided, continuously fighting a losing battle against the self, in an attempt to yield. Though, some find themselves secluded. Hidden from or unable to access the teachings of GOD, and rid of the enlightenment to how one must act in life, cannot be achieved by these individuals. To distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, is to live according to the Virtues, taught in its respective scroll. Read Forth with Pious Heed to this Most Inspired Text; “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not raise a hand in wrath, nor in envy, nor in any kind of sin.” - Virtue 5:9 Raising one’s hand in wrath, or envy, is seen as behavior going against the Virtuous. To hurt one’s ilk for the sake of anger, or cowardice, or jealousy is seen as an objective wrong. However, to individuals unable to learn these teachings, and secluded from religion altogether, how can they expect to abide by his Virtues? One’s answer is most simple, and it is found within us. Morality is one of the most foundational, primitive aspects of a Descendant’s mind. Many believe that morality is gained through experiences in life, and nurture. This is true, to a sense. Nurture educates morality to act more thoroughly, to deeper introspect and self-analyze when precarious situations arise. But it is not only nurture that brings forth morality in man. It is the inherent requirement for those under His Glory to abide by His Virtues, regardless if they are literate or illiterate, rich or poor, of the city or of the mountains. Morality is GOD guiding us, through our bodies, and giving us reactions depending on the virtuous or unvirtuous behavior we may commit. Read Forth with Pious Heed to this Most Inspired Text; “And I am the Lord GOD without peer, and My trials are the holy trials, and My cure is the virtuous cure, and all the reliefs of the Virtue are open to the righteous forbearer.” - Virtue 3:10 Doing good, for the sake of helping others, is the purest form of happiness and relief that can be found. It is GOD, through our morality, and in addition to our perception to the world create an appropriate reaction. “We reep what we sow.” Where some may be disillusioned, though, is when those who embellish in the antithesis lie. Those who hold no “moral compass”, who gain their happiness and pleasure through the suffering of others, and actions deemed unvirtuous. These men learn to do so, taking advantage of GOD’s gifts and twisting them for their own macabre desires. So Please, in Times of Need, Read Forth with Pious Heed to this Most Inspired Text; “And I am the Lord GOD without peer, and My power is the only power, and My eternity is the only eternity, and all the aeons of the Virtue shall sustain the righteous.” - Virtue 7:9 Transcribed by Acolyte Goderyc

Why I'd love to Join, Mr. Narthok... Mr. Narthok, where did you go...?

THE CLEANSING OF THE JURTIAN AND JUSSTIAN SCUM. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Jessianiter Corpsmen patrolling outlands. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The Jessianite People declare Holy War on the Jurtian and Jusstian scum who muddy and occupy rightful Jessianite land. So, it is so forth declared that a declaration of reasons for our Crusade against the sub-Jessianites, and their evil minions. The Sub-Jessianites enslave Proper Jessianite without reason and use our kin as SLAVES. The Sub-Jessianites continue to encroach on our borderlands and engage in skirmishes with the Jessianiter Corp, killing our own. The Sub-Jessianites continue to practice heretical pagan spiritualism. The Sub-Jessianites have excluded Proper Jessianites from their own events, exiling our kinsmen. Both the Jortian Delight and the Jusstian Feast excluded our PROUD people. We offer to flowery words to the Kings of Jur and Juss, you are disgrace our Father in Paradise, Jess. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The Ultimatum the Sub-Jessianites shall surrender and lay down their arms, leave our border region, and allow Proper Jessianites to settle the lands, as well as no longer come close to Proper Jessianite lands. Any who fights back will be killed in the name of Jessy.

"GLORY TO DA' GOOD OL' DUCHY AND TEH' DUKE. 'E IS ALRIGH'T AND 'IS SISTA' LOOK REAL NOICE." A certain Rivian Patriot would yell as his wife handed him divorce papers...

My poor old bones [DPK] -------------------------------------- In "Loving" Memory. -------------------------------------- Winchester rode to his new home, a farmstead, Arichsdorf was gone, all he had now was his wife, and his dog, fluffy, who was on his horse with him... "What of the Houseguard?" What of his men? Would they be the Ranchguard now? Wait that actually sounds kind of nice, he liked that, and smiled as he rode down the river that he'd been bandited and halted at least eight times but now, he has a euphoric sense, he felt safe- "Halt!" "Mina or die!" "Would unsheathe his sword" *Hault!* (Wait void) *Would unsheathe his sword* "Halt!" Winchester would stop in his tracks, unvoiding the shitters fail RP in the process, he'd curse himself, he should've known, this was exactly how all his brothers had died... Oh, poor Colt, and the twin's Smith & Wesson, and how could he forget (he forgor) about Heckler & Koch... This wasn't good. How could he be so stupid? He should've remembered the bandit issue. Winchester looked up, facing his robbers, he saw a green bandana around their face, he was cracked, but not cracked enough, but clearly, these were the Ferrymen. In reality, Winchester was color blind. He couldn't see that these were in fact Rustler deserts. Possibly worse, Winchester didn't want to be married to an Elf who was way too old for him. Thankfully Winchester still thought these to be Ferrymen thanks to his severe colorblindness. "Mina or die!" The bandit repeated in a high tone, Winchester looked to the man, or he thought it was a ban, the voice was way too high pitched for that. 'Whatever,' he thought, he didn't have time for a bunch of nerds in cut-up blankets, just like in school, he was being bullied again... Was it about his height? 'No- I'm on a horse, they couldn't tell that I'm [Redacted]...' He thought... "Mina or die!" He repeated again, but Winchester was deep in thought. This couldn't be it, if he died now... Well... He wouldn't be able to make snarky "Blank would shake his head from the Seven Skies" post... He was a Fatherist after all.. Shit.. This was serious. He wondered if this was it... After everything, every battle he has survived, he remembered the Battle of Eastfleet, a remembered he and his Houseguard leaving Temple that day, he remembered having been clobbered by a war hammer that day, his chain coif being smashed as it cut his face, falling into the waters below, having been dragged back to land by his comrades. He gleefully remembered that time he ate the heart of that one guy, he couldn't remember who but he remember the King said to the court to kill him but he survived. He guessed he was a survivor. He thought way back, to the Bakery in Du Loc... He sometimes thought that Lord Brae had given him a sickness, but that's impossible, he was a perfectly sain man. He remembered proposing to Taryn, or did she propose to him? He couldn't remember. He had a child, but then again he never talked to the kid that much so like whatever on the front. He thought all the way back to when he gave Yong-Ping his Goat Farmer Ultimatum... They never responded to him. That one kinda hurt. "Just kill him." "Are we popping him?" (Void) (#looc) (Are we popping him?) Winchester would once again use his BIG power to unvoid that shitters fail rp. The bandit would go to kill Winchester, thrusting his sword at his chest, Winchester snapped out of his dramatic trance, instinctively reaching for a shield to block the blow, however... The shield was not there... And instead, he had grabbed his dog, now dead dog... He had to use Fluffy as a human? Dog? Dog-Shield. The bandit froze, he had just stabbed an innocent dog. he was definitely going to Hell now. But that wasn't Winchesters problem. Winchester stood there for a second, well sat, he was on his fat horse. He rode off. He was always more of a cat person anyway. (DPK: Dog Preeminently Killed.)

I hate whining and moaning in the town square like a idiot, but let me preface this, we in Arichsdorf were given our irp independence a while ago, its been long enough, yet, if you do /rg info oren_vassal_arichsdorf you may notice, we're still an Orenian Vassal, I mean it says it right there in the region info. Why is this? I mean, even on the Offical Lord of the Craft Wiki (Home to information of the premium roleplay and history of our server) it says we're independent, we govern ourselves, we do everything ourselves. We have contacted staff, I have even messaged staff, however, as of April 29th, 3:21 Est, I, nor has anyone else, been blessed with a reply. Narthok is still our PRO. My man is ban. He ain't here. So, please, someone at the LotC HQ (Trademark pending) please throw us a bone so we can keep our community before we die. (More so than we already have unfortunately) Again, I've already tried doing this in DMs. It has not worked, so thats why I'm in the public sqaure now. If you're still struggling to understand, I will put it into simpler terms. <-Me crying that I have not gotten a admin response <-ItDontMatta ignoring me begging him to help Please for the love of God save us

I'd probably grab it with one hand by the neck, it's small after all, and use a small knife to remove its legs, like my brother and I used to do with Bee's wings, before putting it in a box, don't have to do anything now. I can let it die, and not think about it, I'm guilt free. I didn't do anything wrong, I didn't do anything. It's not my fault, I don't need to remember, its not my fault, I don't need to think about it because I didn't kill it, it died on its own. Stop it. Stop bringing it up. I didn't kill it its not my fault it died on its own. it lost blood. I didn't kill it, I didn't stomp it, I didn't microwave it, I just cut it. Okay? Okay.

Enemies to lovers was always my favorite trope

"Third times the charm I suppose." Winchester commented, before throwing a Ferrymen corpse from earlier just that Saints Day into the hole to nowhere, under the Arichsdorf barracks.

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