Gambit

That’s crazy but can you find the Notch face mountain next

Mashallah Brothers the short men are coming

In recent months, I can recall three settlement applications that all caught my eye, so you know, I gave them an upvote, said good luck, and was hopeful that the staff would accept them. All three, which had builds and already and amassed player bases, were all turned down and denied. These three were: The Barony of Arenisca. The Principality of Sedan. The Papal Duchy of Atrus. Now, if you read at least two of these (I read three, so I'm special) you'd realize that these are all Cannonist and monarchistic in some way. I'm not trying to make up conspiracy theories that the staff hates Cannonism and are hardcore subs to the r/atheism, who also watch Rick & Morty in the Secret Admin Chat (TM). The secret council that decides your communities fate, if-or-if-not, you'll get that nation you've worked so hard on to get, is a thing, and it does shoot down settlement applications for the reason of being Cannonist. I've asked and seen first hand about Sedan and Arenisca, (I could not get in contact with the original accplicant for Atrus, however I don't think its hard to believe that their fate was in line with the prior two) their applications were both denied due to them being Cannonist and/or Militarist, causing them to be "unoriginal," or "wouldn't lead to unique roleplay." I think myself, and many others would disagree with both these claims. Cannonism itself leads to unique and interesting roleplay that varies strongly from where it is based, and for there to be more settlements/nations of which are Cannonist would increase those variations. This isn't a huge post, but I don't think it needs to be either. Its an issue that I've noticed, and it affects the people in a community of thinking that I, and my friends who I came to LotC with, were a part of. People who wanted their own settlement or nation, and it sucks to see people who continue that desire, get shot down, just in general, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Allow these people to have their settlements. It's just more fun, they've worked hard for them. Having more nations would be a better experience, it would give us that unique roleplay that you say they lack. They give another reason for some applications, "they can find land somewhere else," or that they don't need an independent state, they become a vassal. A counterpoint, becoming a vassal is not nearly as close as an independent city, state, etc. And most nations have an incredibly lengthy process to become a vassal, expect for that one place ruled by short man syndrome. Savoy takes time, as does Haense, Oren didn't even have vassals for a while, and Im sure now its hard to become one. Its hard, and some people don't want an overlord. I think that the Kingdom or Duchy or Whatever or Roza is a good example of why we shouldn't care about nations failing, if thats a concern, due to "lack of originality" not bringing in players, or enough to keep it alive. Roza existed, produced rp, good rp for myself when I was with Savoy during Osin's Rebellion, it was fun, and then it died, was removed, and now we have the fallout of them making good rp in other nations.

Nooooo, the Fed are trying to take away our Minecraft Sex ! Nooooooo

It was, partly, wacky.

Aleksey would be very confused, as he was not Cannonist, but was now in the Seven Skies, presumably due to how he was buried. "Help please where am I."

TO THE KINGDOM OF HAENSE Our Message. -------------- + _________________________________________________ "Just as Mother Mercatore wished for life, she can take it just as well" _________________________________________________ We have captured a soldier by the name of Emil Barclay, our demand is simply: Withdraw from the war against Oren Do not assist the Dwed in any way from here on out No citizen of Haense shall volunteer in anyway to wage war against Oren, or assist factions against Oren in anyway. IF, you fail to meet our demand, Emil Barclay will loose his head, and will be void of a proper Cannonist burial. We give the choice to you, simply, and plane. Nothing well. You do not know where he is, nor where we have taken him. Do not try to be a hero, for it will be his folly. You have one Saints Hour. VIVA MERCATORE.

"Its been so long, since last they've seen their daughter..." said a commoner of no importance.

Waiting for the Helvetian DLC now smh

From the his new office within the husk of New Esbec, the Brigada Mercatorii's head of Intelligence yawned, wrapping the loose bandages on his neck and hands. A rat scurried from the front the back of his office. He then sighed. "A joyous new Motherland, Kamaradak's."

This Book would find itself in libraries, published anonymously. + ------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------- GURA BORROKA, ZALANTZARIK GABE. "Viva Mercatorii" ------------------------------------------ It is fair to claim that one people deserve not to have proper representation in the books of history? Though many disagree, it is commonplace to see those who do not earn their rights to be remembered by all except their most holy Father and Mother. As it stands currently, many have already fallen to the dustbin of history, time, and conflict in where the genocide of their existence occurs. That be either in the span of centuries, or several short miserable decades in where you must spend every day looking behind your back, moving camp, ambush, repeat. However, this was reality for the Mercatorii People, though one may claim it to be depressed and fruitless, as it seems yet we still cling to the side of memory. However, I argue, a people whom when outnumbered 10 to 1, still manage to emerge victoriously, should not be forgotten, should not assimilate into the colonialists that have kept the boot upon our neck for as long as I can remember. Yet it is not only the colonizer, yet the born-traitors among us, who would rather make peace with those who have slaughtered us for years on end with no stop, who have conscripted us, used us. The Ethnic-Colonizer, those who are not born by Mercatorii blood, and the Born-Colonizer, those who have been born into a Colonized Mercatorii Family, or whom betray their people for the Colonizer are both equally as despicable as one another. The Blood-Pagan is another plague upon the world, in where one cannot help their misguided ways, and as a result, must be put to the sword in order for God and Mother to guide them properly. However, even in the sorry state of Mercatorii affairs, in where we are hardly able to have our voice heard, in where only traitors and the muck are able to speak for us true-blooded Mercatorii, we're limited to hoping one day the traitor does not completely turn their back onto their people, though that is to be argued that they already have. ------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------ Our Modern History ------------------------------------------ Ibilbide Handia The Mercatorii Wars of Liberation, otherwise known as the Great Trail, where the consecutive period of time in which our great kin was embroiled in an impossible war, however, even then our superior blood was what assisted in the arguable victory of our forefathers and at the behest of Mother the slaughter of the Colonizer and his pawns. The first Trail was started when the, at the time, ISA enlisted, Alekseii ein Ariskiy and several of his blood-brothers defected and started the Most Noble Army of Mercatorii Republicanism and Homeland, otherwise known as the Mercatorii Republican Army, MRA, and inited the Great Trail, in where the liberal and progressives or the cesspool of Providence City felt the wrath of the blade, bomb, and dagger, as the ranks swelled with national pride of the future Mercatorii Nation, the heart of the corruption of Colonialist and Liberalism of the Old "Holy" Orenian Empire, was burnt to ashes, and God and Mother smiled on the Republican Fighters that day. Alekseii would take the title of "Handia" from that point onward, and with that, Mercatorii Nationalism at heart, the campaign of terror continued upon the Colonizer. This was however, until the disappearance of Handia Alekseii Ein Ariskiy, with his brother taking leadership upon himself. This would continue until several Liberal Raids upon Noble MRA stronghold, no doubt caused by born-colonizers betraying the National Cause, leading to a decline of mainstream MRA activity for the time. The Second Trail would come in where upon the declaration of war upon the Colonizer by the Pagans in the North. The MRA in the hands of Milo Ein Klause, pure-blooded Mercatorii and follower of the ways of Alekseii. Handia Milo and Markus Sesslen both being partly of Ein Ariskiy blood, followed proper Mercatorii culture and expanded the Worship of the St. Mother Mercatore during this period. However, even after helping the Colonizer in their own war, the Mercatore was stabbed in the back, our people once more attempted to be cast to the side, however, our superior blood gripped to the cliffside we where thrown off, even when our fingernails peeled off we held until a secondary savior came, and took our hand. Prüsian Ksiæzect, otherwise known as 'Adreilua,' while operating as an agent in the Partisan Guard, before heading it during the Nothern War, took hold of the MRA, taking the mantel of Handia upon himself as Milo and Markus were allowed to finally rest. Handia Adreulua launched the Third War of the Liberation, with Veterans of the Pagan Cleansing as his general staff, and possibly one of the greatest military tacticians, Field Marshal Rokossovsky at the head of his campaign, he brought upon the Third and Great Trail to the Mercatorii people. Outnumbered in every ambush, every battle, every inch of conflict, Field Marshal Rokossovsky and Handia Adreulua secured victory after victory against the Colonialist enforcers, Soldiers, and Knights. With Victory secured, however, infighting quickly took form, with the Radical Liberals and Colonialist Traitors quickly forming together in order to stop Handia Adreulua from completing his final plans. And with that, the end of any hope to a modern Mercatorii Nation. ------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------ GURE ETORKIZUNA ------------------------------------------ The Great Trail is not yet lost, and the dream of proper Bizitzeko Espazioa, a proper Free State, is still in reach. The dream is not yet dead, as long as a singular drop of proper and pure Mercatorii blood flows in the veins of a single individual it is not yet dead. The Blooded soil of the land we gave life and limb for is out there, yet now, it is harder to find. With Recent Changes to the Orenian Empire, it has appeared now that perhaps it is once a fit land for those of proper blood to reside, though, that is still to decide once seen. The liberals and progressives having been banished, and the old ways returning, it is yet to be seen if the Orenian Empire will recognize the Mercatorii as a people with voices worth hearing. Perhaps now does the Great Trail stop in its bloodshed, with a diplomatic solution? That is if the Orenian people are now no longer polluted with progressivism, centralist, and ceased breading with lessers. However, as seen, the people of Oren have finally adopted a proper manner of government. It is hopefully for future Bizitzeko Espazioa. ------------------------------------------ Du Txikiagoek ------------------------------------------ The Txikiagoek, Lessers, or lesser peoples are one that is plentifully, and oft-seen, sadly. Though, one may be confused about the Txikiagoek. The Txikiagoek are not all non-humanic races and are also some humanic peoples. A list of; -The Iratxoak, otherwise known as Elves, are complete and utter Txikiagoek, with no short of doubt are perhaps the most barbarically stupid of the Txikiagoek. They live forever, and sink their influence globally, polluting the gene pool, and slowly climbing their way in an attempt to dominate the world thru their everlasting lives in order to manipulate the proper Sons of Horen. -The Orkoa, Orcs, are no doubt Txikiagoek, however, have their uses, as long as they do not pollute with man. Though, it seems that Pagans enjoy ******* them. A disgrace. They fight well, yes, but should not bear the children of Man. The Orkoa use slavery, or at least used to. This I have no problem with, as long as it is not a Son of Horen in the shackle. -I believe, the Ipotxak, Dwarves, are not at all Txikiagoek, they not only strongly resemble man, are incredibly gifted in their ability to create machinery, alongside being very skilled fighters. They are not Txikiagoek, and should be treated as equal to men. -The Iparraldekoa and Paganoa, Northern and Pagan are both born inferior, in blood and belief. They can be human, and inbreed, either way, they should be treated in the same manner as any Txikiagoek. ------------------------------------------ Helburu Nazionala ------------------------------------------ So, what is the Mercatorii's purpose? It is to be apart, a voice that is heard, in a United Humanity, with our Free State, our Bizitzeko Espazioa secured, and our Free Rights instated. Mercatorii Blood must cooperate with Good Cannonist Blood. We must be heard, and we must be helpful to our own and others. -------------------------- VIVA MERCATORE, AND MAY ALEKSEII RETURN TO US. ------------------------

I beat women, as it is the Medieval Period.

------------------------- An illustration of the M.R.A at the battle of Dobrov. ------------------------- ---☩--- Upon this day, marked by my return from hiding and refuge, I give unto thee faithful and loyal Mercatorii, as the last of the bloodline for the Mother herself, and her and GODS most loyal servant, three calls to which any good Mercatore of faith should answer. I: A CALL OF DECLARATION, US MERCATORE II: A CALL TO THE FAITHFUL MERCATORE III: A CALL TO THE SOLDIER MERCATORE --------------------------------------------------- A CALL OF DECLARATION, US MERCATORE "My Lord GOD, I wish for LIFE." -Book of Mother, Unto Thee, 1:1. ‡ --------------------------------------------------- To my return, I see a lifeless corpse of defenseless kin, one that has lost its ability to protect its own women and children. So, it is upon these revelations, that the second time in the history of the Mercatore, we loyal to our blood take up arms in an organized manner such as the Mass of Mothers Most Loyal and Faithful Soldiers to safeguard our future. The Mass of Mothers Most Loyal and Faithful Soldiers henceforth referred to as Mothers Mass, shall act to protect Mercatorii within all of Almaris, this shall, and will extend to, however lot limited, the protection of Mercatorii: Business, Militias, private individuals, and any Mercatorii under unjust condition. The Mothers Mass and her Security Forces shall lay at the command of the Second Great Committee of Liberation and Statehood, and shall serve no other entity, unless in joint operation. --------------------------------------------------- A CALL TO THE FAITHFUL MERCATORE "Lo and attend, for I am the Lord GOD, and I am in the foremost part of heaven. Though the spring flower withers and the fruit of the tree falls to the ground, My Word lasts into the eve of the world, and the fruit of virtue cannot rot." -Scroll of Virtue, 1:1-2. ‡ --------------------------------------------------- It has been but four score since myself, I had created the most holiest inquisition of the True Faith and had destroyed the paganist, heretical fornicators of lust, and destroyed their icons of sin. Yet, in every corner there is shadow, with shadow, it blocks God's most holy light, from that shadow grows sin... Its gowns and scuttles in the mind, till the victim falls to such heretical nonsense... it appears, with the disappearance of my father, and the dissolution of his post-instated figureheads, that Holy and Just Organization become what it sought to remove from the ground of God's light. It itself had become yet another icon of sin. To be Mercatorii is not simply nationality, ethnicity, or identity, but ideology. A manifestation of the soul and destruction of the sinner. This is what my father told me as he returned from the Wars of Rubern, that is what my Grandfather believe, and though he was just and he was brave, though he kept the commandments and stayed his course, he was not enough loyal to God, to The Mother. He believed that a Mercatorii's place was subservient to lick the boots of an Emperor, yet still makes ends meet. Yet, upon my familial expectation, akin to conscription into this slavery of a deceiving kind, within my brief service, I was enlightened from a vision for the Mother, and I brought to my fellow Mercatore revolution. However, there was no fire to light my way, and as such, by glorious GOD and Merciful Mother, I started my own, and that torch was carried to the end. The Mercatorii Republican Army was the single vanguard for a true state of which the Mercatore would be free. However, now, as it stands it is no longer such the organization that I shaped it to be. It has now devolved, it is laughable that they are now in collaboration with the same men who attempted to hang me long ago, for then I went into hiding, yet now, I, Aleksey Ein Aryskiy, the first Handia of the M.R.A and it's visionary, return. And it is I, Aleksey Ein Aryskiy, who now declares the end of oppression from the coward's heel, the Third War of Liberation from the plot to subjugate to us Mercatore by the Orenian boot. --------------------------------------------------- A CALL TO THE SOLDIER MERCATORE "I am Owyn Son of Godwin, servant of the Lord, called to prophetic vocation in His service." -Scroll of Spirit, 2:2. ‡ --------------------------------------------------- It is hereby, the Second Great Committee of Liberation and Statehood, declared a state of civil-disobedience, embargo, and war between the Mass of Mothers Most Loyal and Faithful Soldiers, and her Security Forces, against the 'Holy' Orenian Empire, and any Mercatorii whom have, and will continue from this point on to collaborate with it, or its subjects. To the aforementioned collaborators, I remind you, how you stood at Dobrov, shoulder pressed against each other, facing down seemingly impossible odds, yet, even then, you fought against the Blue Coats, in both my name and GODS. Yet now all those who were lost in the Pale to Redenford, even to all of Outer Arentania seemly disappointed as they view you from the Seven Skies. We, as a people, must end this dreadful ethnic war, we've found what we've been fighting for, will you wake up and assist us in stopping this complication? This question I press not only to you, collaborators, but to every Mercatorii man, women, and child, the Patriotic Cause calls you yet again, in order for a future generation to answer the same call. --------------------------------------------------- It is now in closing, we proclaim, Oh' by sweet merciful GOD we shall have our home again. Glory to the Mercatore, and our promised free state - Declared by Aleksey Ein Aryskiy, First Handia, and last of the Aryskiy bloodline of Mother Mercatore.

Lucien Lenkov would only feel pride for one thing, Savoy.

______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A burning church, with a burnt man inside of it. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ The once Handia of the MRA walked with his personal guard, his entourage, and himself marched towards an isolated church, opening the great doors to the Holy Place, he sat, lighting a cigarette, inhaling, exhaling, he spoke to GOD out loud, he was the only one who was to pay witness to the mad-man... "Our Most Holy and Great Lord-GOD, for what else do you have for me, your loyal servant? Am I to now wither and die? The Big Four have turned to heathenry and paganistic ideas of false romanticized senses of mercy and honor, they believe we are no more just in our belief, in your place, your plan for us, Our Most Holy and Great Lord-GOD... I attempted to stop the atheistic heathens from corrupting us, our place, our most holy of crusades against the heathen... Yet, Our Most Holy and Great Lord-GOD, I have failed you... I am sorry." The Once-Handia flicked his cigarette to the carpet, itself sparking a small flame. "My Most Holy and Greatest Lord-GOD, I breathe in your service, I bleed in your service! I brought forth the revolution of us Mercatorii! In the name of Alexei, Mother, and you, my Holy Master GOD, I brought to the pagan host the terror of their atheism, the pain of their traitorous heresy. OUR, revenge, was struck to them, in the branding iron, the blade of iron, like Owyn, I purified the pagan, the heretic, the monster, those who dare question your most holy word. My Most Holy and Great Lord-GOD, ye whom crafted land and sky, how do they not see? Roko, Morado, Petrovich, the rest... They are Heretics to turn their backs on the two of US, my Lord-GOD!" The flame grew, it cackled as the madman rambled on. "They abondon US, you, MY Lord-GOD, my humble, MASTER GOD. We are the revolution! We are what has spread OUR word, my Lord-GOD, I see future for the Mercatorii people, under your banner, like Mankind before, the battered, bloodied banner, bearing the Cross of Mother Mercatore! I see the soldier, the citizen, the men among men who see as I do, who are not yet blind to the heresy of modernity and conservator... They call me radical, they call me mad? I see who is mad, who is blind, who is wrong, it is thy whom ignore your grace, your word, your mercy, your greatness, who ignore you, my Lord-GOD! I Know the pagan is of weaker stock, they are born into the slavery of their mistakes, their weakness is not learned, they are born with their curse... Their curse must be eradicated, destroyed, removed, call it what you will my Lord-GOD, but the cure for the world, for MAN, for our kin, and future kin, and their future we must secure their betterment... If not the Mercatorii, then who?! Lord-GOD, I Believe I know my message, I know my faith, I know my life, and it is yours! Oh, Mother! Alexii and Merlene! You hear me from the Skies, don't you? Don't you know what your children have degraded to? What we scrap to survive! I do, I take that life gratefully in the name of GOD and you, my parentals above! However, the traitor Roko and his heretical follows of their atheistic cult of ignorance, heretical nonsense, and the Traitor Son Merous. I know the Traitor Son has infected them, I know it, Lord, I do. Does Simon think me MAD? He does! As does Roko and Petrovich, they think me INSANE? They are mad, they are lost, they are to seek help in your arms, Lord-GOD. Not me, not me, not me!" The Fire had spread, as the church filled with smoke, he stood still, he did not move, only stood in his place as he monologued to GOD. "Lord-GOD, I have seen it, the paradise, in where Mercatore lay embathed in sun light and other goodness we are not common to yet. I will break into pieces right in front of you, as you watch in wonder, Lord-GOD, I will die in your name in one-hundred times at your command... I shall die for you! Yes, right now, Lord-GOD, I shall meet with you, I am soon to be with you, with you Mother, with you Alexii, with you, Merlene! To soon was MRA taken from me, yet now, I see why! Lord-GOD thank you, you have brought me here to die! Thank you, my Lord, my creator! I will see father, mother, all of them! I am prepared! Take me Lord, Master, Creator, I am ready. I was blind, yet now I see. As Mother Mercatore wished for life, I wish for you to take me, Lord-GOD!" The Once-Handia, he held both arms out, looking to the burning church as he inhaled the smoke from the flames. "Take me Lord-GOD!" Was what was last heard from the Fanatic, his rambling silenced, the burning for wood and cackling of fire was all that overtook the voice of the Once-Handia,, perhaps permanently, perhaps not... Though it was sure, he would not be seen for a long time, maybe forever...

"In Service of GOD, in the name of no king, nor emperor, yet the Pontiff himself."