Lomiei

OK, So ive been looking around for the best resource packs to have for immersion and realism purposes to support the roleplay that goes on in the server. For the longest time, I used the cartooney sphax BDCraft pack because it looked amazing, but recently ive moved to the more realistic and midieval feeling Epic+Adventures pack. Do any of you use these? What other packs do you, the community, use & reccomend? For those of you who use vanilla pack.... why? (like seriously... why?)

Theres this girl in haense called althea. She might be interested in playing your daughter... fits allot of the criteria

The Filip Guy stopped halfway up the stairs, the lack of answer leading him to believe that she was asleep. "Ea'll take that as a maybe, then" he chuckled maniacally as he went back to his room to stare out at the Mondstadt gardens.

Bossir Filip Amador wonders if its too late to have some sibling fun. Perhaps during the event his sister would find herself picked up and tossed into the pond... who knows! "SESTRA!" He called out, from his room, going upstairs to where her room was "Random question, can vy swim?"

To the citizens and allies of Hanseti-Ruska, the House of Amador invites you all to share the space of their luxurious keep for a night of exhilarating fun! Fishing fair: The gathered crowds will convene around the Mondstadt pond, casting their baits and rods in an attempt to procure the largest fish of them all (by weight). The participant with the largest catch will be rewarded with a prize of 200 mina, and their catch will be displayed prominently during the subsequent feast. Feast of Festivity: The attendees will then proceed to the Mondstadt Feast hall for a time of food, drinks, merriment, and laughs… and of course, lots of music as well. Challenge of Wit: When the night calms again, those gathered will return outside to the chessboard, where 2 selected haeseni will face off in a singular match of chess for a prize of 200 mina. Remember to bring your best tomatoes to throw at the losing member! Formal Invitations are sent to the following His Royal Majesty, Sigismund III Barbanov, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his noble pedigree His Grace, Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree His Princely Grace, Johann Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree His Grace, Rhys var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Johann Ludovar, Count of Otistadt and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Nikolai Kortrevich, Viscount of Jerovitz and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Elimar Mondblume, Baron of Richtenburg and his noble pedigree His Royal Highness, Otto Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree The special invitation extends to the following: Firr, Ariovistan Bishop, Patriarch of House Bishop and his family Signed, His Lordship, Filip Amador, Baron of Mondstadt Her Highness, Petrysa Henrietta Amador, Baroness of Mondstadt

As Filip Amador stood at attention on the night of one Tov and Yeremy; the setting sun far at his right flank shined it’s final rays onto the fields and flowers of Mondstadt. Below him, he faced a large pond upon which he grew his sugar, though some section of it was cut in order to implement a bench and a rack of fishing rods. Behind him, layed the bench itself, which carried on one of it’s seats, a significant stack of papers. Filip diverted his attention to the creme colored stack; at first the names which repeated themselves time and time again, and then the repeating years, finally… his name on the paper, bolded and highlighted in auburn. This is where the man’s eyes lingered most. Filip considered to himself that name which he saw, the weight of it only a single year ago, and now, and a single year later… ‘how curious’ he thought to himself. The quarter-lifed baron had wandered his gaze down along the wooden planks of the bench, how straight the timber was, the stability of the metal flourishes of it’s supports, the geometric simplicity of the feet which kept the main body afloat. Filip’s left hand rose from his side and caressed his arm, feeling the uncharacteristic flatness of the flesh. He then felt up to his face, on the right side, wiping away some of the drool which had seeped out of his sleeping mouth, which too was matched with the leveled stature of the bench’s plane. It was just then that “ough!” a particularly offensive strand of hair from the patriarchal chin poked his observant hand. This brought his mind back… back to a previous conversation he had made with his fiance; the words of which he did not remember, but the sentiment was held in good recollection. Filip spent his next few hours scouring the large, somewhat empty castle for his father’s razorblades, and some shaving cream, if he could find it. Just as he had thought, his father’s old room, which he had now claimed for himself, was just the place, sitting beside the large bed was a chair connected to a desk, lined with mirrors and various accessories. ‘Petrysa will enjoy that, im sure’ the man would think to himself, narrowing his eyes as he disregarded all of the strange metal and wooden instruments in favor of a singular razor. A measure of time passed before he located his objective and grabbed it between his thumb and forefinger, carefully holding it as he transported himself out to the mondstadt pond. Sounds of still water slowly being rent from it’s peace and jolted into a quickly moving torrent of water over the rocks into a river filled Filip’s head. He took a seat next to such, dipping a finger inside of the moving water and enjoying the feel of it for a while. Quickly, however, the razor got to work, scratching and tearing the hair follicles away from the man’s face for the first time in almost a decade. Surprisingly, he would not sustain any cuts or scrapes upon his soft skin, perfectly whittling away the beard and arising from the riverside again as a new man. He ran his hand once again across his face and smiled… no prickly hairs, only soft and tingly feeling directly from his hand to his cheek, which he had not known since a boy.

"Shes just the sweetest little thing" Ser Erwin Bishop beamed from the 7 skies, speaking to his father Henry ( @Javert ) with a satisfied tone.

FIlip Amador sat in his room one night, looking out of the windows at the views and scapes of his lands. A small smile which rarely graced his visage would be present now, though this quiet contentment would drain slightly from his face as he considered how he got to his large bed which his hands ran over. His room, one of many in the large castle, was not the easiest to get to. ‘All those stairs… godani-damn those stairs, we need lifts.’ he thought to himself with a sigh. He yawned singularly as his back came down to lay flush with the sheets of the large empty bed. ‘And why do we need 3 living rooms?’ the man for some reason questioned his abdicated father and brother, ‘we dont even…’ he sighed once more, stopping there. The shadow of FIlip’s Body grew once again on the bed as the Baron of Mondstadt rose to stand and carry himself to his desk where he grumblingly prepared some flyers and began the tiring act of signing and stamping each one with his House’s seal. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// [!] A set of flyers would be hung and pinned to boards all throughout the Haeseni and Savoyard capitals, including Honeyhill as well. Written hastily on the parchments were the following words; The House of Amador is hiring a team of interior decorators to help with some of the small changes needed around the Amador castle. The pay is 30-60 minas per day of work, depending on the end product and experience level of the decorators, though for particularly high performance, heightened pay is negotiable. Send a letter to the Mondstadt mailbox if interested. Signed, Filip Amador, Baron of Mondstadt ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// The Amador man finishes stamping and signing all of the missives, letting out a loud audible sigh as he flopped down onto his blue and white bed, fading in and out of consciousness while thoughts of his favorite red seats and black bulava passed through his mind…

Ser Erwin Bishop smiles down from the 7-skies, well pleased at his favorite child's growth.

Filip Amador runs his happy irises along each line of his good work as he walked the gardens of Mondstadt, not blinking a single time from beginning to end. He would chuckle occasionally at the memory of some of the chamber's outbursts as well as he and his fiancé's whispers while the session was in motion. Suddenly, his hip bumped into one of the raised flower-beds, causing some dirt to spill off onto the middle of his freshly cleaned garments. "AH! ****." he mumbled to himself, holding the precious paper which he had contributed high into the air as to avoid getting dirt onto it. With the other hand, he brushed the dirt and bits of root and flower stems away from the cloth overwear, making a near silent fwoosh sound as the particles were launched away and carried to the ground via gravity. Filip would then bring the transcript back to the center of his frame to view it while he continued on the Mondstadt path to the lake where he took a bench seat and curled into a ball. The parchment would be placed under his head as a pillow, crackling slightly when hit by the exhale of the Amador patriarch who finished reading it, thereafter letting out a soft call of "duma dismissed" as he drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep.

[!] A depiction of Lord Filip Amador symbolically reaching into his chest to grab his heart, which he gives to her in a display of love. The time has finally come, citizens of Hanseti-Ruska! Baron Filip Amador, the young patriarch of his House, has pledged himself in everlasting love and fidelity to Her Highness, Petrysa Henrietta of Sedan. (@Mamimiux) With the approval of His Serene Highness, Freidrich Stanimar De Johannes, the 2 will be joined in holy matrimony under the watchful eye of Godan and his flock. The ceremony of wedding shall be held in the walls of Saint Heinrick’s Basilica in Karosgrad. The time of which is to be the 12TH of Gronna and Droba at the 17th hour. After the ceremony, the congregation will retreat to the Nikirala Prikaz for a ball of blues and whites. Present also, will be a display of fireworks and special dance by the Amador family Panda-bear, Tessio. Formal Invitations are sent to the following His Royal Majesty, Sigismund III Barbanov, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his noble pedigree His Grace, Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree His Princely Grace, Johann Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree His Grace, Rhys var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Johann Ludovar, Count of Otistadt and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Nikolai Kortrevich, Viscount of Jerovitz and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Filip Amador, Baron of Mondstadt and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Elimar Mondblume, Baron of Richtenburg and his noble pedigree His Royal Highness, Otto Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree His Serene Highness, Friedrick Stanimar de Johannes, Prince of Sedan and his noble pedigree Signed, His Lordship, Filip Amador, Baron of Mondstadt

Dobry work my friend! Potential is a big thing, and you have a lot of it. So youre a big big boy my boy. Much love raijen

To all humans of the realm, who legitimately carry the Amador surname: In accord with the abdication of my dear brother Aleksandr Amador, The Title of the Barony of Mondstadt, and therefore the position of Patriarch of our house, is officially bestowed upon me; Filip Amador. Our history, as you all know, has plentiful periods of both prosperity, and quiet obscurity. While I was not raised in preparation to be a peer, or a patriarch, I refuse to accept the latter as the Amador legacy under the time of my oversight. As such, I call to all of you, dobry Amadors, with the support of the Crown: Return, from whereto we have scattered, and make our name worthy of being spoken once again. Return, to bring our family’s grace and glory back to this majestic kingdom. Return, to make your mothers and fathers be proud to call you their descendants, and, to make your children be proud to call you their ancestors. ‘From Ashes, We Rise’ - Do not let these words fall falsely on our ears. ========================================================= FIlip Amador, Baron of Mondstadt IV JOVEO MAAN His Royal Majesty SIGISMUND III by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, and Toruv, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lord of the Westfolk, Fidei Defensor, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera.

Thomund Bishop reads the missive in it's entirety. He shows a wide smile, and sends copies of it to his family and friends so that they all can attend as well. As he walks away from his desk, he is happy. "Lob 'Haense" "Krusae Zwy Kongzem."

admins plz stop changing things its hard to keep up. but if youre really gonna stay on it, FOR GODS SAKE GET RID OF THAT DAMN HORSE MOUNTING DELAY

Thomund Bishop Raises his eyebrow at the treaty, having the knowledge of their work AGAINST the kingdom and it's allies so soon ago.

Thomund Bishop thought he recalled a similar face and voice in the last raid on sedan's walls. The ugly orc seemed to be on the excommunicant side, though.

Ser Erwin Bishop sat in the 7-skies with a quiet expression upon his face. As he watched over the events of that court session, a tear would minimally well in his eye; not for his own death, nor that of his squire, but for the pain he knew his koeng to be feeling. After a long inhale and a peaceful sigh, Erwin sent down a message, although no one would hear it: "You did well, my king." the spirit of the dead knight leaned back in it's chair, throwing his head back in a laugh. "Thats 3 less orenians that get sent up here to bother me!"

[!] Soon after news of Ser Erwin Bishop’s Death, all of his worldly possessions were gathered and taken account of. The former matriarch-mother of House Bishop, Adelina, glanced under the bed to discover a box that had been laid there just after the move to Excitor was complete. Within, was a large number of signed and sealed letters, ready to be dispatched as soon as the box was found. It was obvious when that time was supposed to be. Ariovistan: @__DeusVult__ Helena: @Based1Salmon Cassio: @TescoBrandEboy Charelle: @spiciiRAMUNE Samuel: @Kutya Elias: @satinkira August & Franziska Bishop: @Keegan7om @Frank_Dog Vitalia: @AlissElyssia Andante: @WhereTheBeans Dracomir Rorikov & Shadow: @pheonixremi Koeng Sigismund III: @Xarkly The House of Ludovar: @Raijen Stars Ulrich Lothar von Alstriem: @LithiumSedai

“Let it be known” There is a war to be had. A long struggle between fundamentally opposed lands. On the one hand, a collation of imperials who take wigs to dawn upon their heads; on the other, a flourishing nation that revels in the taking of wigs as a trophy. Both claim ownership of humanity’s bastion of class and faith. Both claim to act as God’s righteous hand. Neither, however, will cease in their attempt to undermine the other. Titles… Land… Sovereignty… What consequence holds these petty feuds in comparison to the lost lives of guiding fathers, loving husbands, and passionate brothers? Some would say boldly, it holds naught. While still others contend that war is not fought for any such theories. No. It is the honor of a nation’s people that seeks not to rend the resting men from their beds into the field of blood and death; rather the sense of righteousness in a warrior that breeds a disdain of respite, and propels him forth to the front-line of his home’s prosperity. “That upon this day” Erwin raised his eyes, finding himself in the indescribable scenery and beauty that was the 7-skies, engulfed fully in the peace that accompanied it. There he saw one familiar face among many, and approached the man who held his arms openly. "Hello, father" Erwin said as if there was not much else to say. As he delivered himself into his father’s arms, the aged knight took revelry in his progenitor’s words "you did well, my son." ( @Javert ) "There is so much more to be done." he said whilst a tear began to well within his eye, close enough so that Henry could see it. "And yet you have done more than enough." Informed the former patriarch with a chuckle and giving Erwin a pat on the back. The fourth patriarch of House Bishop opened his mouth to speak, but for the first time, could not find anything to say in that moment. Both he and his father turned to gaze down upon the realm of Almaris and its many denizens. In that time of silence, it had finally come to peace with Ser Erwin of House Bishop. ‘It is their turn now.’ Henry and Erwin said in unison as their gaze drifted from Ariovistan to Helena, then to all of the Bishop Household. “Ser Erwin Bishop” He was a friend to many. In his youth, he spent his days gregariously conversing with his fellow Haeseni in the tavern, always paying just the right amount for his drinks. The time he spent upon his feet was used to travel and make friends. And make friends he did. From the risen and fallen Rozania to the southern oasis of the Kharasi, and even some of the families in the empire which saw his end. ‘Now that-’ the man spoke, beaming with an unfamiliar joy at the thought of the court’s events "...was touching". As crowds of thousands gathered in the Orenian court, the Anathema Emperor and his privy stared from their stolen and still-bloody throne to scowl upon A knight and his Baronial Squire. "The two Haeseni will hang. My mind is resolved as such." ( @Nectorist )- Echoed the words of a man who attempts to silence the calls for reason. To Erwin’s profound surprise, men he had only days earlier been at battle against, pleaded with their imperial overlord to allow an honorable dispatch of the martyrs by the sword. Some even, appealed to His Imperial Majesty for allowance of leave and a safe home’s return for the two. And yet others further, pleaded for themselves to assume the knight's place at the gallows. But erwin knew as soon as his sword drew upon the Orenian raiding party, as soon as he gave his sister Vitalia a final nod with the lowering of his helmet’s visor, that the 7-skies had prepared a seat for him, and the dinner-bell had been rung. And so he sat at his first eternal supper. As he bowed his head in prayer, the usual formalities were all but eschewed. In their place, the names of those who stood to defend the knight's honor as well as that of his squire, and a plea for God's blessing to be upon them in turn. "Elijah.( @HeyitsNano ) Daiyanara.( @EmiliainWonderland ) Naric.( @ibraheemc2000 ) Faiz.( @adamc2000 )" -+- "...Thank you." “And his most loyal Squire Sigmar of House Mondblume,” @AmazingAzura “Have endured.”

Hey there. Do you like events, specifically, do you like running events? Do you like minas? Well have I got the opportunity for YOU. Im looking for someone to host player-run events for a small group of players ranging from like 3-7ish. I will be working personally with you to theorycraft ideas and such, and organize them with the groups. The pay is negotiable, but im thinking around 100-300 mina per full encounter that you run, or alternatively (depending on how good or how active you are), a weekly stipend of ~200 minas or something like that. This is all negotiable. If youre interested in this, or might know someone who is, DM me @ Lomiei#5456 on discord. Avoid responding in comments, as I will likely not check them.

skin: flushed florals bid: 200 discord: lomiei#5456

Erwin Bishop sits in his new home, reading over the missive with a smile on his face. "Dobry vork, Lord Odistadt". He then passes the work over to his daughter Charelle ( @spiciiRAMUNE ).

Erwin Bishop wonders how many of these points he's personally influenced. :)

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