CanadaMatt

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Wilhelm Morovar would think for a moment " ea need to get him a good gift" he'd then think of a great idea " Ea wonder if they will let me take Andrei hunting"

Everett O'rourke after hearing the news in paddy's pint where he often was with his uncle and aunt would fall to his knees by the fire place as tears developed letting out a yell " Why Mam!" knowing the last time he really spoke to his mam he was quite rude, forever now haunting him.

Hickory would frown knowing the king of haense who cared for musin has passed but knowing that he wouldn't want anyone to be sad but to live happily " Hickory Will dos his bests to makes the King giant proud!" the musin would say with a bright smile

lmao btw the image didnt load so im not gonna click the link on it

Totaly man I mean its not often you can have a civil discussion, I mean im one to talk when I was kinda toxic but thats lotc right

Of course an I appreciate you being civil about this all, I did reach out to chenn and lion reached out to me, I mean if they felt annoyed they are free to reach out to me and let me know I don't mind being told if I am or not, I mean I do mind if they talk behind my back about it, im not one to talk behind peoples back personally I usually go to them if I need to.

Like I said earlier I was toxic though it was through emotions and such I did say some things to @Chennsterand I apologise to him if anything I said was to rude, it was posted in oren that players who didnt fight for lion would be welcomed back no questions asked and no judgment given and would be welcomed with open arms, yet not alot of us were like I said earlier I was questioned I was judged and not really welcomed hence why It ticked me slightly If me makeing 1 meme is such a big deal, We should look at the countless memes people have made towards other players aswell mainly from people in oren, im sure other players have made memes worse then this against other players Hey if people don't like me for being me then meh but I wasnt aware they didnt like me

First of all its an honour to get a EX.Derfey response I appreciate it. Im on the server to have fun yeah, and Ill take your words to though as I look for a new place to find some fun rp thanks! Was made during my toxic fit I had like I stated in a response but thansk for shareing it

I mean I don't have any beef with Milenkhov nor do I really with lion or chenn on a personal level they were only used as examples

I mean Lion did come to me after posting telling me my post was not needed and became more of a defensive route for oren, I did likewise but I spoke my truth

Like I said earlier on, all responses I did were in a heated mess from just being fed up, like I told Lion when he came into my dms after posting this I did apologies to him to some extent until he began to make mixed responses, I seen someone I will not name her give people residence roles after they asked, even though I did request the roles at 5:30-40ish est, it clearly felt like a blatant way of saying "we don't wan't you" the meme of which I made of a quote you made was justified in my opinion to quote it you say " Truly there is no hatred even if your family rply decided to move to the other side. we are a community, we are oren, and that dose not come without question. No questions asked, and no judgment, we welcome you back home" First of all personally I was Questioned, I was Judged, and I was not welcomed back, Every time I joined a vc id be called a 'balien spy', 'doofus', or questioned why im here, when it came to in game I received similar responses by people not not in leadership but of those of your goons. I belive I was outcasted in a ooc level in that sense and on discord when I was denied any form of role to see community chats and vcs I was subjected to a part of the discord where you only see announcements. I wouldn't be apposed to a link back to the server I just feel that even if I did I will be screamed at, and I know how oren operates I know after I posted this maybe not you but orenians have likely slandered me in your general chat and thier comments likely deleted. I also find it kind of hypocritical when it comes to berating and trolling, like I said earlier Iv seen likewise stuff happen in oren discord then deleted to fit a narrative. And what would that Imply to me?

Totally understand that but... when I was watching the role request chat iv counter 3-4 people who applied for resident role and get it from one of those gave roles, they even responded to some of them and over looked mine, I was semi wrong to mention you mainly was in a fit of emotions and such.

I mean I did handle a lot of this badly over time being toxic and all but its like that fight or flight response and emotional build up and being fed up with it all

It is full of communites, but why do I need to stick to 1?

Keeping this semi Short, but Hi I am CanadaMatt some may know me others may not I was a mod in training at one point and well not anymore lol. Disclaimer my typing is not the best so it might be kind jumbled but I think you will get the point I joined LOTC on May 23rd, 2021 and when I joined I went to Oren, now I never knew wandering soul was a thing when I applied and just went to the coolest looking city, I at the time thought hey this was a great choice and made lots of friends in the Orenian community and some enemies like anyone would but it never bothered me much, I stayed in oren for a long period of time, and well I tried joining Haense at one point to be seen as just another “Orenian player”, and found it difficult to transition which evidently made me struggle to find other communities, especially through war time between haense and oren, being outcasted as a “suspected spy” without evidence and only suspicion, casted out from there on a persona which I enjoyed and rped on a decent amount in Haense, and then I never really came back until a few months later on another person where I was somewhat welcomed in, though OOC things happened and IRP things happened which caused me to take a step back, but now I feel somewhat welcomed in haense on my Musin though I do get the thoughts that im just being agreed with or given the sly responded by some people or even some bits of sarcasm, but that could just be me other thinking things. Now comes back to Oren a community I fought with and for since I joined LOTC, and for the actions of a persona that thought differently due to RP build up I am outcasted from it, now I know people will say “ oh you don’t attempt to strike up conversation irply with people “ but that's honestly BS because even when I do its either they go ‘afk’ or log off but when I turn around to walk away from them a few blocks oh look at that they miraculously return. And most of the people who do this now were people I rped with a decent amount with previous to the Civil war. Now I look at the discord aspect of things where I get roles removed or when I join VC the occasional insult or sarcastic remark, I mean I'm not ******* dense I know what your doing like don’t BS me. Today when I wrote this at 6:51pm est May 14th 2022 I had my resident role removed despite being an orenian citizen on a persona under the O’rourke family a county in oren named Halstaig, I go request my role at 5:31 pm est no answer, then another play I will not name requests the same thing as me a resident role at roughly 6:47 pm est, what do you think happens, well I get overlooked by an Orenian leadership who is doing the roles and yet I sit here even after replying with my characters address and him being orenian I am not roled, now likely after this they will reply “ oh sorry I didn't see your request, or we are reforming the discord so you need to wait” AGAIN don’t BS me after you have been roleing other players, This occurred after the Civil war in oren recently when a persona of mine fought for an imperialist faction and I would under the irp backlash on that persona or ooc, but when I have a persona who was not involved at all get the heat of it still im not really sure what to think, I KNOW its a surprise that I FOLLOW WHAT MY PERSONAS WOULD DO AFTER RP BUILD UP instead of what I would do oocly like most players.. I guess this really underlines the issue iv been undergoing I have been somewhat toxic throughout this whole ordeal as I really been played the fool by the orenian community more specifically the grudge-holding Leadership, Staff team won’t do anything I know that and I wouldn't bring it up to them anyways as its separate from the server itself, and well I have bene banned from the oren discord at 7:20 pm est now by their leadership who, the biggest issue on lotc are people like this who oocy remove people from communities such as Chennop, LionHz and those of the orenian leadership who basically ruin peoples experience on the server by blatantly bar people who don’t do what they want or don’t follow their views oocly, Im debating if I leave lotc because of this or not. just 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.

John Aurelian can't wait to have talks again with Sigismund, and forgives him for the execution.

Hickory the musin must get the child cheese!

26 and thats final ;)

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Although dead, John Aurelian would feel happy for the two who he wronged, moving on feeling as he had nothing more to hold him back any further

Trust and Betrayal -Execution of John Aurelian 1867 It was a calm night. The stars glistened in the sky above the city, and a din of cheerful chatter and songs from the tavern echoed through the terracotta streets. That sound of a city at peace, however, was interrupted by the sonorous chime of the bells, accompanied by the all-too familiar chorus of marching boots, of hooves on the flagstones, and the clank of chainmail as the city swarmed with raiders. With each toll of the bells, citizens ducked out of the streets, seeking cover indoors and readying their weapons in case the fighting spilled into their home, but the fighting never took to the streets at all -- for the raiders dashed their way to the Palace. It was in that Palace that John Aurelian socialized among the rest of the Aster Court, with his friends, and his family. For the first time in what felt like months, worries did not weigh heavily on his mind. Worries of the future, worries of the past -- all of them had melted away when he learned earlier that very day he was soon to be a father. And so, it was ironic, in a way, that on that very day, raiders in those infamous green balaclavas and black-gold mail burst into the event by surprise. John took up his sword to aid in the Orenian defense as the raiders launched into combat with the Palace guards, and he did not even have time to let the worries resurface as adrenaline pumped through his veins. Then he had taken a pommel to the back of the head, and everything had gone dark. The relief, the peace, the joy, had all been swallowed by that blackness, like an echo in a cavern. He knew he was not dead when he felt the cold, and the aroma of karosgard whisky in the air. He felt worn paving stones under him as he was being dragged, and as he managed to open his eyes through a throbbing headache, red walls and golden-crow banners appeared around him. The gauntleted hands dragging him, he knew, were not the hands of friends. He barely felt it as he was thrown to the ground, atop the golden crow mosaic in the square of Karosgrad, and looked around groggily to see familiar faces - the faces of those who had once drank with. There was Borris, and beside him stood Matyas and Sibylla - the woman who had almost killed him. It felt like his gut tied itself into knots when he saw Klara in the ground, sleek black hair framing a face that looked torn between pity and contempt. A face he had once loved, once trusted … and once lost. As the wind gusted through the air, stirring banners and cloaks, John’s eyes turned to the shadow looming over him. It was the shadow of a man he called a friend, one whom he had shared long talks with, and a man he had defended when those of his homeland had spoken ill of him, even when he had naught to gain from it. Now, in the moonlight, the face of that man looked carven from stone, devoid of emotion -- except for his eyes, and in those eyes was sorrow. People spoke around John, but he barely heard. All he could hear now was the thrum of his own heart in his head, and his own lonely thoughts. Will I … be given mercy? Surely … I would not find out I’m to be a father, only for this to happen … The thought almost made him laugh. His shoulders began to shake from the sheer, twisted irony of it. Surely not that. No man deserves a fate that cruel. He was vaguely aware of the shadow - Sigismund - speaking, judging. He turned to Sibylla and Klara, asking what they would have done to John as justice. John only watched vainly as the two women answered with the same thing. They answered with death. The sentence did not make John feel as he thought he would. It brought no fear, no mad panic as he realized the end was upon him. In a way … it almost came as a relief, but he could not quite understand why. As the King of Haense called for the Bishop to give John his last rites, John looked up, and met the pained look in Sigismund’s eyes. The Bishop knelt, and began to drone ceremoniously, but when he asked for John to renounce his sins, the Novellen was silent. He kept looking into those eyes. “John,” Sigismund said slowly. The stars glittered in the night sky above him, and the crowd around them had gone deathly quiet. “You will take your last rites.” “I … I won’t,” he replied, with more strength than he felt. The peaceful sensation he felt now almost made him queasy. “ … John,” Sigismund repeated. His face seemed to harden, but the pain only grew sharper in those eyes. “... Please.” It was obvious to John what the King meant by that -- he was asking for John to take the rites as much for the King’s sake, so that he could carry out the sentence knowing John’s soul would be put to rest. But I can’t, a soft voice echoed in his head. He stared back into those eyes, more assuredly than he ever had in his life. “ … Like you once told me. A man who only honors a pact when it suits him is a half-man at best, and a half-man can never be trusted.” The King’s gloves creaked as they tightened around the hilt of his sword, and his jaw clenched with anger. Sigismund closed his eyes, and sighed softly. When those eyes opened again, John saw that the pain was gone. Subdued; killed. Now, those orbs were as stony as the man’s face. He remained watching as the King slowly drew his sword. Time seemed to slow in that moment as the steel left the sheath, and in the reflection of the polished blade, John could see some of the faces - Klara’s, Borris’, Sibylla’s - along with the stars above them, and his own eyes. His own face, staring back at him in quiet acceptance. Why do I feel so …? He kept staring at that sword, even as Edwin de Sarkozy dropped to his knees to vainly plead for John’s life. In that moment, John saw something else in the reflection of the steel: he saw his childhood in the grand streets of Providence; he saw the moment he met Katerina, his dearest friend and companion; he saw Klara’s face, but from the first day he met her, and the last day he hurt her; he saw Borris, the friend he had betrayed; he saw Jakob, the man who had tried to help him; he saw the smiles of his cousins, Victoria and Peter, who had always cheered him; he saw his uncle Philip, who had mentored and taught him the virtues and history of Oren; he saw his Amelia and Victor, the first people who had ever taught him about the world; he saw his niece and nephew, both of whom he had not had enough time with; he saw his sister, whom he fought with often, but knew that, in the end, she cared for him, in the same way his disapproving father had. As Sigismund raised the sword, the light of the moon and stars shining on its blade, he also saw his yet-to-be born sons and daughter. For a moment, he saw what might have been, had things just been a little different. This is just how the world works, came his own thought, loud and clear as the sword seemed to slowly fall. I … I’ve always known it. Broken trust, betrayal … I’ve known it my whole life. So why should I be so surprised that it ends like this? The blade continued, slicing towards his neck. But … for all the shit I’ve been through … He felt his lips twitch into the faintest of smiles. I had the chance to laugh, and love. Despite everything, there … there was always that. He decided, in those last moments, there was something poetic in that -- to defy the hardship of the world, and eke some enjoyment out of it. Maybe that was what made a life worth living. And so, as the sword cut through his neck, John defied death with a smile.

John Aurelian would set down the poem after reading it "Damn I feel bad for Borris, but that's what he gets for going for a sedanite, hes a smart guy though he will find a way"

The Bard Erwin Wolfe, would chuckle as he said a line from the Hexer Ballad " Some are wary of the Marked, Questioning why it is that they embark. But regardless of their personal ends, They are humanity’s friends." as he strums away on his lute in the streets of Oren after reading

Good Audio A C a v a l i e r ‘ s L a s t C h a r g e Senior Corporal Arthur Galbraith to the right of his horse The sounds of Urguan drums echo in the coast followed by coalition battle cries echoed off the hills of southbridge filling, the sky dark under a carpet of clouds and then the sound of something flying is heard from above….then darkness filled with the sound of Ferrum clashing and buildings crumbling and shouts of battle echoed. And slowly light appeared, vision a blur pillars of smoke filling the sky, but all was quiet not a man is heard nor a bird calling just the sounds of fallen flags blowing in the wind, but what happened where was he, is all that could be thought of in Arthurs’s head as he struggled to move to then realize his legs were trapped beneath his Black Horse and a wooden stake impaled through his chest plate from what one could assume was what was left of a destroyed trebuchet “ Good god…I’m dying” he would say with a sound of fear within his throat “But why this way, why must I go, but it must go this way….god willing….I die contented” and thus the world faded in Arthurs’s eyes the life of him reaching its final act, his service….Complete Arthurs last letter If this letter is to be read, then I must have reached my time’s end, I am no poet nor am I a man of many words or opinions, my life has been to duty….to family….to the empire’s defense. My life may have not been the best, I laughed and cried and at times disappointed at much risk of myself. I made bad choices in my life but is that not human, will I be forgiven for my mistakes in life by what I've done wrong be them friend or foe. All I ask for upon my death is that I am buried upon pastures green by a river with my sabre and uniform, perhaps even bury my horse next to me for perhaps in the seven skies I may be able to go for one last ride I should probably start this letter to my family, and there’s no better person to start this with but with my father Father, I know I've done you wrong in my life, I hope one day we could speak again but I hope we have before this letter, but thus far I feel I have driven you to disappointment, we have not spoken in years, but I’m sure it was for good reason. But I remember the time you taught me and Philip to fight, I only wish that lesson stuck or well… this letter wouldn’t be written My brother Philip, Dear brother, we have never been on good terms since we were young lads, always getting into fights trying to prove who was the better man, but it is clear who won that, You. To my Sister Lousia, Lousia my dear sister thank you for all the great memories and being there for me, I remember when we were kids you stole fathers keys and we broke into the stables and took two horses just to be caught by father, oh the face he made when he caught us on the horses. And to my death friends Jon, and George My friends, I fear that you must continue our journey on your own now I fear I can no longer continue, Jon, watch over George. He always gets himself into trouble and often ends up with him sick, and George, well you’re fine just keep doing what you’re doing. I apologies if I missed anyone in my letters as I rush to write this before battle in case of my death Arthur Dudley Galbraith Senior Corporal-3rd brigade of the ISA Deputy Lord Mayor ( Circa 1852-1854)