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A letter finds its way to the headmistress written in shoddy common, upon what appeared to be some ilk of magical scroll... with the magic word scribbled out, "I want tu speek wif you in privait abowt introdusin a new fakulty."

THE HULPHONITES: VOL. III Scribed by Langejörge Sommergarten ”ወꙈሹ ለѦማይ ወፎችና ለምድርꙈ ѦገንተኞꙈѦም ወዮላቸው” “Woe to ye mortal man; be afeard o’ mine own conflagration! Trowest ye corse to me and no longer be afeard; expel th’ill-divines o’ Djall from thine form!” -t. Ya’zrael | HEYLIKBUHK, P1:E3 EXEMPLISM: PARABLES OF THE HEYLIKBUHK INTRODUCTION The Hulphonites, the followers of Hulphon, pursue an incongruous precept of garbled parables and exemplums that are said to originate from a goatman deity who possesses some semblance to Satyr, if he does so exist. Spoken to Eleyim then, and preached now, in an aged form of common, the exemplums give an ominous impression on the onlooker, and are a marvel to both listen to and see. THE PAEANS AND EXEMPLUMS TO MAN: YA’ZRAEL AND ELEYIM ༒ Ѻ PAEANEERST | EXEMPLUM 1 Eleyim Geldmeister, the first of his name, fell under the consuming, magmatic heat of fever, and it burnt his form, through to the very core. He slumbered, constrained in a trance of comatose- form limp and pale. To an uninformed eye, he appeared dead. But he dreamed. He was locked within a world of dream, vibrant and meaningless. That was until the sixth day. For on the sixth day a procession of an otherworldly origin visited him in his dreams, doused in a ray of flicking light- flicking and flitting conflagrations that though first met him with malice, seemed entrancing and holy. In a booming tone, swathed in a whispering rasp he spoke words in an unintelligible, garbled variant of common. Eleyim found himself both unable and able to understand the archaic dialect. It was phenomena he could not explain even to his very last days. “The air burnt hot like embers, as a floating figure, swathed in a blanket of red, licking flame approached. Teeth barred, maw unlatched, he sung! An orchestra of whispers expelled from the blackness calling my name, all congealed into on foul mass of ear-scratching noise: Hear ye mortal man! Thou hast entrenched thyself into mine unexampled realm, what doth bring ye here, interloper?” Eleyim retained silence, eyes poised upon the being, locked in fear. But just like that, with no further word, he was cast back into dreams, colourful and meaningless… Ѻ PAEANEERST | EXEMPLUM 2 Almost as quickly as he was returned to dream, he was grasped and drawn into the realm of Ya’zrael once again. He awoke. Darkness greeted him. But a certain glower drew him near- a glow that he could only assume was the flickering, pulsating glow that came tethered to flame. Upon approaching the light he found himself correct: a solitary stake, of a blackened and charred wood, stood within the centre of a solitary bonfire, fully aflame and licking at a sandy character… “I found myself again within the realm of Him, Yazrael, he who stood sentinel to a man of wicker, tied to a stake of charred wood: Aye, interloper, th’carl ye behold is one of trespass and perfidy. Bide faithfully and ye will not retain his fate.” Eleyim open his mouth to speak a word of affirmation… but had trouble mustering the ability to do so. Ya’zrael laughed a hoarse and grating laugh at his failed attempt, before returning him to his prior realm of sleep and dreams. Ѻ PAEANEERST | EXEMPLUM 3 Eleyim awoke following the aforementioned apparation. Still being very pious, the first thing he did was pray to The Exalted, and the Creator, thanking them for allowing him to live. He spent the rest of the day celebrating, drinking, revelling in his good-health! When the day grew dark he resigned to his bedroll. Exhausted from his day of wassailing it took little effort for him to be consumed by the veil of slumber… but it also took little time for him to return to the realm of Ya’zrael… The ambience of Ya’zrael’s realm was different than before. It no longer bore the warm, pleasant glow of a hearth. No, instead it ROARED and SEARED... “Ye dare defy mine puissance? Woe to ye mortal man; be afeard o’ mine own conflagration! Trowest ye corse to me and no longer be afeard; expel th’ill-divines o’ Djall from thine form!” Eleyim affirmed Ya’zraels demand with a low, monotonous “Yes.” From that day forth he began preaching of Ya’zraels presence. THE PAEANS AND EXEMPLUMS TO MAN: ELEYIM AND FALK. [The rest of the Volume is left empty- to be filled in at a later date.] GLOSSARY Ѻ HEYLIKBUHK THE BOOK CONTAINING THE EXEMPLUMS AND PAEANS THE HULPHONITES FOLLOW. Ѻ PAEAN A CHAPTER WITHIN THE HEYLIKBUHK Ѻ EXEMPLUM A MINOR STORY OF PARABLE WITHIN HEYLIKBUHK Ѻ YA’ZRAEL THE DEITY PIOUSLY FOLLOWED BY THE HULPHONITES. TYPICALLY PRESENTED AS A GOATMAN OR A WINGED GOATMAN, WHO BEARS AN UNCANNY SEMBLANCE TO IBLEES. Ѻ DJALL AN EVIL SPIRIT, OR SPIRITS. THOUGHT TO REFERENCE THE CREATOR OR THE EXALTED. ABOUT THE AUTHOR Langejörge Sommergarten is a Scholar and Brother of the Church, who possesses a great interest in secluded and isolated cultures, and their respective doctrines. Being a well respected and respective man, he makes every attempt to document these beliefs before converting the believers to the True Faith.

SLUURP looks good though +1 im gonna have a retinue of MERCS with these things, lets see the orenf4g guards do anything then !!

THE HULPHONITES: VOL. II Scribed by Sulayik Spitzer “ሳንቲም ሽንትና ማኩርት.” “A foul and sickening, invasive people…” - Illyr’maylu of the Adelburg Constabulary C. 1620 INTRODUCTION The Hulphonites are a consequence of the eighteen years war of Vailor: they began humbly as dwarves and men who hated the bureaucracy and dogma of the reigning superiorities, who found common cause and relation through the war and their displacement. As a result of their general outlook they are viewed by the populaces of dwarf and man as repulsive; additionally as avaricious heretics, due to their intermingling with the dwed. And so, throughout their short history, they have been discriminated against, ostracised from the comfort of living among the common man. Due to this treatment, they have grown to be mistrusting of strangers, and protective of their possessions. (Anti-Hulphonite propaganda) APPEARANCE “A stirring pot of culture and humanity” is what they have been described as. And though it was intended as a derogatory remark, it does not stray too far from the truth. For within their blood is a plethora of ethnicities, namely ranging from: Waldenian, Qualasheen, Andael, Relourian, Batavian, Raevir and even that of dwarves. Naturally, they have some quite profound features. Equally, though, many Hulphonites cannot be identified as Hulphonites due to the disparity in features amongst them, but a collection of attributes are a mainstay amongst the ‘purer’ Hulphonites, who can as a result, be identified with relative ease. Chief among these attributes are a hooked nose… “Nose? No, no, my good man, that is no nose! Moreso a beak of some wretched crow, hooked and curved for pecking.” -t. A Guard of the Constabulary C. 1630, prior to the execution of Falk Geldmeister …with dark curled hair, olive skin, piggish form and grey or blueish eyes close contenders. This aside, it is not uncommon to see Hulphonites of a much fairer complexion, with some sporting dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. LANGUAGE HULPHONITE FEUDALISM Hulphonite Feudalism is a combination of legal and military customs within and amongst Hulphonite society and the infamous caravan train of prior times. Broadly defined, it is a way of structuring society around relationships derived from the holding of titles, small levies and property in exchange for service or labour. Most of the titles presented here are defunct due to their small numbers and lack of territory. The feudalist principle remains in Hulphonite common knowledge, not only because it is a mainstay of their history, but as a precedent should their territory expand... በጭራሽ አትርሳ

haha i giggled, bog je srbin gospodin means mister?? ive never heard gospodin been used to reference god but ok

The Golden Coin Trading Company is buying the following: ₪ Dented and broken carbarum armour. ₪ Diamonds ₪ Iron Studs ₪ Tomes of the Breeder ₪ Broken and dented iron armour. Send a bird to Eleyim II Geldmeister ((MORNING_WUD)) if you are selling any of these items. Prices will be negotiated upon.

THE HULPHONITES: VOL. I Scribed by Sulayik Spitzer “ሳንቲም ሽንኩርት, ይከፍትና ማልቀስ.” “My coin purse is like an onion… I open it and I cry.” - A Hulphonite adage C. 1551 HISTORY INTRODUCTION A infant culture, birthed from the loins of recession, the Hulphonites are a kin well versed in the experiences of hardship and strife, slathered and slandered by names unwholesome, and forged by those very remarks. But ever yet they are successful, thriving, maybe not through the most wholesome of ways, but they advance. And with a new leader at their helm they are sure to continue at the same steady pace. TIMELINE OF EVENTS “Swords clashed and men died. A fetor, a deep-set odour of death, and faeces, and above all fear, stained the once supple air that lingered in the fresh valleys of Avar. What was the purpose of this campaign? Even those ***** at the very top have forgotten. How many more men need die, how many more families need displaced, how many more children need to be left fatherless, before the bastards of Horen and Dungrimm open their eyes and see the world before them.” -t. Hulphon Lapidoth C. 1541 (Siege of Fort Dunamis) 1541: The inaugurator of the Hulponites- Hulphon Lapidoth himself -partook in the battle of Fort Dunamis - of the eighteen years war - alongside would be brothers. He fainted in utter terror, but awoke when the battle was over and done, unscathed… though the same could not be said for his breaches. 1541-2: Upon gathering himself and his possessions he walked the many miles to a skirting Orenian vassal. Here he bought supplies and a caravan in return for the generally untouched armour that he wore in the battle. With a few travellers he met there, and a battle brother or too, he set off! To where, he knew not… 1545: After three years on the road, travelling god knows where, their party had grown almost two fold. The recessive economies of both Oren and Urguan, and the bloody war that halted only 4 years earlier had driven people to them. The prospect of starting anew was coercing it seemed: Qualashi people, Waldenians, Raevir, even a few dwarves all yoked themselves to the chuntering, seemingly never ending caravan train, following Hulphon with an undying loyalty. 1550-5: The neverending, now almost mile long caravan train rambled through ranges and valleys, past fjords and rivers, and through thick grass and snow. And when the drudgery seemed unending, they stumbled upon a solitary hamlet, comprised of a mere few homes and a tavern. Tired and weary they encroached, and the docile smallfolk welcomed them with open arms, searing hearths and tankards of bubbling mead! A particularly hawk-eyed Hulphonite- Eleyim Geldmeister -noticed some deposits of gold, and iron piles stowed away in silos throughout the hamlet. Across a drink that night he brought it up to Hulphon and proposed taking it from them. With steel. But of course the righteous Hulphon declined this ‘offer’, which agitated Eleyim, for it was a golden opportunity. Agitation quickly bubbled and simmered and burnt into rage; an argument ensued… which ended with Hulphon left in the tavern. By the fire. With a knife in his gut. Eleyim seized control not long after, and was oddly met with little resistance. 1556: After a year of residence in the hamlet, they finally saw it fit to continue in their limitless journey. But Eleyim had not forgotten of the Gold and Iron. At the crack of dawn, when they were supposed to prepare their entourage for the ensuing undertaking, the city was set upon by the snapping jaws of Eleyim and his accomplices… but those who still bore loyality to the late Hulphon did their best to protect the townsfolk. “The attempts of the noble loyalists; those loyal to Hulphon were worthy, but for nought! Eleyim and his ruffians cut them down as if they were each, large free standing slabs of butter. Nisi qui deo dignus animarum.” -t. Sarlin Breuer C. 1558 1556 Cont. It was around this time that Falk Geldmeister was born. Around the same time word drifts to the other reaches of Vailor. A profound hatred for the Hulphonites is birthed hereafter. 1564: Eleyim claims to have been visited by a ghostly procession in his dreams, and begins preaching dogma relating to it. 1568: Eleyim dies and a friend of his, Shet Spitzer, takes the reigns of the Hulphonite train whilst his son came of age. 1571: The world of Vailor crumbles, and to the dismay of Shet Spitzer, most of the party is either killed in the disasters, or displaced in the transitory period. 1574: Falk Geldmeister takes the reigns of the Hulphonite party, but under the watchful eye of Shet Spitzer. 1579: Eleyim II is born. 1626: Falk Geldmeister brings his people to The Holy Orenian Empire wherein they inhabited the neighbourhood of Ironsword circle. Renaming it to Little Ysrael and Jeruslum, employing watchmen and guards, and increasing its defenses, they planned and undertook their sordid doings here. One of the newly employed guards, a sellsword by prior employment, was the head of House Wyne (a band of pseudo-noble ruffians) himself: Garsen Wyne. 1628: The Wyne Bannermen and the Ysraelites steal a boat by the name of the USS Darid Irongrinder, and take a cannon from its deck. It was planted within Little Ysraels centre to protect against wary guards. 1629: The House Wyne was disbanded with the disappearance of Garsen and re-birthed thereafter to befit the war-time needs as a mercenary company. 1630: Falk Geldmeister is apprehended in the Orenian Coutroom and executed shortly afterwards, at the hands of the Emperor and Magister themselves. They began forming a group to sack Jeruslum, or what was formerly known as Ironsword Circle. Those who had gathered to witness the event spread the word quickly and it made its way back to Jeruslum in minutes. The guards, Ysraelites and Wyne Bannermen had time to prepare for the sacking… 1630 Cont. Eleyim II Geldmeister, son of Falk catches word of this. Dismayed he vowed to avenge his father! (cringe eugh, kill me please) በጭራሽ አትርሳ

very accepted Falk Geldmeister sends a note to the new applicants informing them to meet him outside of Jeruslum- or what was formerly Ironsword circle. make an app nerd))

AN AD FOR A FAR MORE PRESTIGIOUS MERCENARY GROUP IS TACKED SHODDILY OVER THE GROUPS POSTER. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/165988-the-wynesink-bannermen/

THE WYNESINK RUFFIANS (CURRENTLY RECRUITING!) “**** WORDS!” .t Wyne Scholar Haha who am I kidding? Scholar? C. 1629 The Wynesink Ruffians, an iteration of the late House Wyne that fell with the disappearance of its ‘Lord,’ is a mercenary group of rag-tag ruffians, with a lot of fire in their belly, and a love for wine! RANKS LORD-COMMANDER The big gaffer bossman of the group; Falk Wyne the Aldermeister of the prestigious “Little Yrsael” is the current Lord Commander and inaugurator of the company. GAFFER In charge of administering commands, organizing training sessions and raids and buying rounds at the tavern! The Hired Sword Tryggvi has been tasked with this! SPROG Green boys and veterans alike, the sprog are the general populace of the company. PAY Pay, the big question of pay. Well, that all depends on how much the group is bought for! But the general consensus of what wages entail is as follows. The mercenaries who fight receive three percent of whatever the group is bought out for. On top of that, if they bring their own armour, an extra two percent is stacked upon the former payment. APPLICATION -{oUo}- [OOC] GOD GIVEN NAME: [IC] NAME: [DISCORD] AVIARY: FAVOURED DRINK!:

Rex Leydluk picks his nose and flicks it at artimec

beat me to it *****

accepted accepted

THE GOLD COIN TRADING COMPANY 9th of the Grand Harvest, 1628 “Rule one, never lose money. Rule two, never forget rule one…” PRODUCTS The Gold Coin Trading Company offers many luxurious items, of a pristine and undisputed quality. [ COMMODITIES ] [ POTIONS ] [ TOOLS ] CONTACT KALF GOLDHAND (MORNING_WUD) IF YOU WISH TO BUY. HIRING WORKERS! THE GOLD COIN TRADING COMPANY IS HIRING! IF YOU NEED A JOB PEN A REPLY. **WORK IS PAYED** [ APP ] NAME [IC]: GOD-GIVEN NAME [OOC]: AVIARY LOCATION [DISCORD]: PROFESSION:

no **** you

huh didnt realise it wasnt official well, +1 nonetheless

Looking good, but why this when it's a skirm? ^

I like the mental magic thing - cool addition. Bit iffy on the strength being spread throughout each limb, though. I have a few other qualms, but it's 5 am so I'll probs write em up tomorrow. Otherwise cool ****, Muyakelgs needed expanded upon.

If you're a dark elf and you truly want to learn shamanism to convene with your dead then you attain it through becoming an honorary like a few elves- namely Phaedrus or Dakirennis -did it. True, this could take months or even a few years like Dakirennis said. But it's a legitimate way of attaining it and generates for you hours and hours of gameplay and rp, this is how you as a dark elf should attain shamanism - a key and very precious denomination of our lore and culture... not through some lazy, half arsed method such as this one, that serves only to half the time and effort it actually takes for an outsider to gain shamanism. I like the prospect, but it's a bad time to implement this when our shaman situation is shredded.

Regardless if oren did or not, you were directly involved, therefore putting you in the direct line of fire. Reparations- new leader, new ideologies, I recall posting a thread about a week ago! "A peace treaty has been signed and reparations paid between the two nations since the siege of san kharak, and it can not be re-used as casus belli because of it." - Show me the rule that states this, thanks. You dont seem to recall pulling down the shrine of Leyd then? THAT seems pretty blasphemous/disrespectful... especially when my character is devout as devout can get to leyd. To summarize, you cannot stretch one casus belli to be 11 casus bellis- nothing definitive that states this, so I guess its up to discussion/the opinion of the war gm overseeing.

No casus bellis? WHERE SHOULD I BEGIN!? -The Capture of Rex Vorgo'Yar -The Killing of Rex Vorgo'Yar -The Killing of Dominus Khorgak -The Killing of Wargoth Morka -The Genocide of Ork Kind -The Displacement of Ork Kind -Aiding Oren in the Genocide of Ork Kind -Aiding Oren in the Displacement of Ork Kind -Conflicting Religious Views -Blaspheming against the Spirits -Failing to pay Reparations for the above If my calculations are correct thats a total of 11 POSSIBLE CASUS BELLIS. Now, even with the new war rules these are completely and 100% valid. The events happened what, 9 months ago? Each CB is valid for 3 months (After each month that passes it drops a tier).

SHAPOG-DURUB “DIE TWIG!” - Rex Kuntklobbera as he drowns the model of an elven Prince during bath time. The hour was late, the city slept… and when the drunken amusement ceased, when all had resided to the comfort of their sleeping mats and furs and slumber, the Rex remained awake, thronged by his kinsmen; kinsmen of the utmost importance. A cup of grog sat beside him, and a smouldering blunt was poised within a crude wedge, of what could only be considered by an ork to be an ash tray. Many sleepless nights had seemingly overwhelmed him- his face sagged and his eyes drooped - but he stayed awake for one last night. One last night to finalize his preparations; For it was time for war. “Bruddas.” He yelled, silencing a volley of bickering between his council-members, “Have you ******* heard yourselves? Spitting at each other like children!” He scowled, sliding into his seat, “War is no childrens game. We march on the twigs as soon as possible.” He commanded, wrothful that the REPARATIONS HE WAS DUE were not payed. He looked to his Targoth and old friend Gnarl’Lak. Who nodded. He knew what to do. “The council is dismissed.” He muttered thereafter, rising from his throne. He made his way, in somewhat of a hobbling gait, towards the grandiose doorway, his council members - out of respect - only leaving until he had. The night air was cool and the wonted breeze that lingered instead of the clangour of work was pleasant on Kuntklobbera’s face. It made him smile, but did not avert his thoughts- for they were grim… they were thoughts of his friend and Rex, Vorgo’Yar, and the slaughter and displacement of his kind. Trudging through the dune, his face wrapped with rags to protect against the onslaught of hectic sand, Rex Kuntklobbera made his way to the outermost region of the desert. The beating sun- orange and pinkish -cast its rays across the sand-blasted expanse, the early light blinding the mortal Rex. Clustered within an alcove, a damp alcove, was a collection of shrines in the depths of its underbelly, jutting from a shallow pool of stagnant water. A natural glow lingered to the darkness and overcame it, casting its otherworldly glimmer on the shrines; And their countenances. Faces looked out upon the encroaching ork. They glared; their eyes stoically remained poised upon the upright form of the orkish Durub. He thought he saw them come alive. Alas… it was his weary mind playing mocking japes on him- construing his vision. They blinked, and their faces contorted into a scowl… Surely this was some cruel apparition of the sleepless. No, no, it was him. It was him. Engraved beneath each of the faces were names: Vorgo, Khorgak, Morka… names that were forgotten yet remembered. Kuntklobbera had come to see these names for one last time, to remind himself of the purpose of this war- for it was not for his own gain, it was to avenge his brothers who were wrongfully killed! Killed by the twigs! “Shapog-Durub. Shapog-izg Durub.” Was all he said.. The faces liked this. They lapped up the words like a sweet nectar and beamed a smile of satisfaction. And it was so. The words drifted away like a grain of sand in the wind, and Kuntklobbera was silent once more… But the ever-roaring machines of the Uzg were not, for it was time for War. “SHAPOG DURUB. SHAPOG-IZG DURUB.” WARCLAIM Tier Chosen (This cannot be changed after the first warclaim is held): Tier 2 Type of battle: Skirmish Date And Time: 15th July, 5pm EST / 10pm BST Side A: THE WAR NATION OF KRUGMAR + ALLIES Side B: THE DOMINION OF MALIN + ALLIES Location and boundaries: Direct Area: https://i.gyazo.com/638d1e67e7a88f83fe0c07a93ffb7609.png Surrounding area of battlefield for reference to location: https://i.gyazo.com/ff74f10e2d0240a3972c195e5908ed0b.png Terms of Victory Side A: All defenders are killed or are routed. Side B: All attackers are killed or driven from the battlefield. Upon Victory For... Side A: The Dominion of Malin cedes land to the War Nation of Krugmar, retaining the status of VASSAL. Side B: The attacking force cannot warclaim for 2 weeks and the defenders will have the chance to declare a counter attack. Rules -Provided rules that the attacking faction wishes to put in place: - NO STATUS SWITCHING - NO ONE DAY ALTS - IF A SIDE DOES NOT SHOW THEY FORFEIT - ALL LOTC RULES APPLY -NO GAPPLES - NO SALT, WE’RE ALL FRIENDS HERE :)