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Aurik Bishop smiles and gets down to a little irish jig (despite him being Waldenian) in celebration of one of his favorite stewards. "Gutte job, freund." he clapps twice and continues the jig. He would dance over to the vineyard and take his fiance's hand to dance with her as well. @Fawnytheturtle

It may be seen as the action of a foolhardy man to criticize so vehemently a potential ill to his society, without thereafter proposing his solutions and the process by which they should be implemented. During the most recent sitting of His Majesty’s Royal Duma, I myself happened to put forth 2 assertions. I will proceed eminently to recite the first, and allow His Majesty’s council a clear view into the mind of his humble servant. “There is already a gentry class, one that has been neglected of definition or acknowledgement by the societal structure for decades.” Gentry Act of 390 ES My mind lingers on the historically contentious topic of defining the Gentry class which we have had over the past 3 Haeseni Monarchs. The length of this issue seems to stretch back to the memories of our grandfathers at very least, when the Houses of Bishop and Ludovar attempted an implementation of the attached bill. Now for those which will blindly oppose the idea for the respect of their grandfather’s justifications, I will point out that; whereas in the past, instituting a gentry class would have isolated a portion of the large commoner class and brought them within the proxy of nobility, in this day, the same action would preserve the calm and temperate natured commoners of the highest present grouping, and see them be recognized for their continuing efforts. Given this, I, even if alone in my descendant interest, will put forth a contemporary version of my grandfather’s vision, for a contemporary law code, assisting a contemporary citizenry. It is as follows; The New Gentry There are very many Haeseni who use the word ‘Gentry’ too loosely, and some still who would wish the idea did not exist at all. The conclusion is naturally drawn, then, that the status of this ‘middle class’ ought to be either completely destroyed or properly defined, as to set each mind and mouth in alignment on this issue. This new ordering of Gentry is neither radical nor disruptive to the social structure, as is the ordering of the proposed ‘Nauherzen’. And as I cannot summon words of any higher or lower stature to simplify it further, will leave the further discourse, again, to His Majesty’s Royal Duma. Signed, Aurik Bishop, Heir to House Bishop

Can we just take a minute to just appreciate Freja and all that she does for us? Like really, every single time we join the server, who is the first person to take time out of her day to go through each and every new member and greet them personally? I dont know if theres anyone ive seen do that who wasnt trying to gobble new ppl into their playerbase, and she does it so nicely too! All of the messages are very well typed- dispite only having a few seconds warning to load the new pages and type her comments. And she even adds a cute 'im a bot, contact staff if you need help' after. SO HUMBLE! lots of us would try to handle everything ourselves and take it to dms where it can get ignored and burried, but no. Freja knows exacly what her job is, and does not try to expand her influence on our community any further. Indeed, she ACTUALLY DOES HER JOB! not only will she be ready any time of day to let you know shes sending your requests to the other staff members. Its kindof unfair, because we're all human, especially staff; and that means when Freja answers every request quickly, thoroughly, and nicely, it makes all the other staff teams look so much worse in comparison, even though theyre all good people. As if this person could not be more great for our community, her profile picture is the perfect mix of simple and endearing. Whenever you see it, you dont have to spend too much time figuring out what it is, nor, god forbid, do you have to wait for the gif to re-loop, hoping it somehow goes slower so you can actually see what the **** it is. You look at it, you smile, and then you leave. More people should seek to emulate this absolute master of our forums, and ALL people should take some time right now and thank Freja. (Dont spam her DMs please, just appreciate what they do and be thankful to the rest of staff).

[!] A double sided greeting card is sent personally to the mailbox of the people on the invite list. <3

MC Name: Lomiei_ Discord: Lomiei#5456 Image: Description of Image: 6th Matriarch Dimensions: 1x2

Sitting at his writing desk, occasionally rolling up pieces of paper and tossing them into the fire, Aurik Bishop has a similar thought to some of the Haeseni citizens, among whom he still counted himself. "Ahhh..." he dismisses the thought after some while, watching one of the pieces of paper which had missed the flame sit idly in the middle of the floor, "Mein own grandvatter spent his entire life toiling for zhe Kongzem, up undtil his Martyrdom. Und for zhat he was allowed to purchase Excitor, where ich sit now and stand to inherit the right to lease from the crown, yet singularly, none of his contributions justified my entire House's sharing in any Majesty of any great King." Aurik turns in his chair to take out another piece of paper, and begin to scribble some format upon it to be filled in at a later date.

“Of what is great, one must speak greatly or remain silent” There is no doubt among any of the King’s subjects that the institution of nobility is an important pillar of a well performing society. It is, however, held in contention by some, that the noble classes should be widely restricted from inclusion and ascension by the commoner and gentry classes to protect the dignity of their station. It is though asserted by others that the nobility is a privilege which is not harmed by the extension of its scale to those who have the wish to achieve it, and ought to be recognized for their progress. Further, there are those who believe this new system will herald in a new interest for the elevation of their families in service to the kingdom, regardless of the station of their birth. On the other hand, there is an argument of danger posited by some, which sees connections between this expansion of nobility and the similar action of the Kingdom of Sutica, Principality of Savoy, and the Empire of Oren… just before their complete and total ruin. Therefore, it seems as if this issue has become a point of debate, and if it is to be discussed by His Majesty’s Royal Duma, the public will ask the following questions to them; I) Is expanding the noble class to the availability of more families harmful to the prestige of the current peerage, and the Kingdom overall? A) To what extent is the ruin of those aforementioned civilizations relevant to the decline of the respect of their noble classes, and in turn, its total population? B) What similarities and differences are there in the title ranks of the Haeseni ‘Nauherzen’ and Orenian ‘baronet’? II) Is the title rank of ‘Nauherzen’ deserving of noble consideration, if it is necessarily founded in not yet matching even the contributions of a Baron? III) Should the loose and forever unaddressed ‘gentry’ class be more defined, to give families who wish to attain higher station a platform from which to show their ability to the king, in hopes of one day becoming nobility? Aurik Bishop

To Lady Palatine Barclay, The rulership of humanity is no easy subject to navigate, and in the words of a very wise man, "Just as artists who draw landscapes humble themselves to the valley in order to study the nature of the high mountains, and ascends them to the pinnacle to observe the nature of the plains, so one has to be a prince to get to know the character of a people, and a man of the people to know the character of a prince." While we disagree initially on this subject, Duchess Grace, our discourse on the subject could lead to insights left undiscovered by those long-dead nations, which could dispel the dark omen which we find currently ourselves under. Signed most respectfully, A.B.

"Fine... just pray zhat du dont end up speaking in Norlandic Runes soon." Aurik called out in return

The following missive is an open letter to His Majesty King Karl III (@GMRO), and a warning to any future King who would dare repeat the mistakes of the past. What is Nobility? If the oral and written traditions of meritorious blood and Hereditary rule are to be believed; nobility is a privilege of the highest echelon to be granted by a sovereign King to his most loyal, productive, and honorable subjects, in order to ensure that they may raise many more citizens who share those beneficial traits. In exchange for these bloodlines toiling daily for the prosperity of their nation, the wise and magnanimous Sovereigns take their golden laurels, and share a small portion of it’s esteem with not just any subject, but one considered to be a ‘peer’ of His Majesty. Nobles are bound by the laws of their Sovereign liege to keep the king’s justice in the lands he grants them, to inspire any who live upon it to fight, write, or speak for the Kingdom’s virtues, and their House’s enduring prosperity. Such heavy responsibilities, done right, will be proved only to be feasible for the most able and consistently high performing families. Nobles are similarly bound by the law of Godan to pass his word to their kin, and their subjects. This ensures the longstanding principles of kindness and mutual respect that we expect from the shining examples of our best citizenry. And the little respected nature of the church is nowhere more prevalent than the quiet discourses of haeseni commoners, with the notable exception of my own and a few other Gentry Houses. Lessons from the past As said elsewhere, I speak not out of arrogance or presumption, but merely in concern of my homeland and its prosperity. Let me, then, briefly recall the histories, still fresh in the memories of our mothers and grandmothers, of previous nations which did not pay heed to the ancient dignities; 1) The Kingdom of Sutica 2) The Principality of Savoy 3) The Empire of Oren Nauherzen? Shmau Shmerzen To His Majesty, Karl III Barbanov-Bihar, King of Hanseti-Ruska, Sole Protector of the Highlanders: Some time ago, you told me that it was not treason to merely disagree with one's liege lord. Therefore, I summon with all the passion and vigor of my wish to preserve our Pre-eminent Kingdom which I can summon through ink upon parchment, to say this; The title rank of ‘Nauherzen’ can be, by those who have taken heed of history, considered no different as the title rank of ‘Baronet’, coined by the last Emperor. And as I myself, and my kinsmen have scorned and scoffed the title baronet for its unmeritorious and nepotistic nature, my inclination to put aside my own judgements to the authority of His Majesty is made narrowly subject to the intention of this letter. Not even my most beloved King should forget the history of his fellow sovereigns, and assess why our polity has stood so long, surrounded by so many ruinous entities which rise and fall with the respect of their noble class. The recent missive released by His Majesty titled ‘The New Lord’s Edict’ will in my eyes, by no choice of mine nor will modern or future successes sway them from the burnt capitals of once great kingdoms and empires, be considered any idea but the perverse ghost of the Sutican-Savoyard-Orenian folly which had overtaken those peoples and sent them subject to His Majesty’s Crown. And now to the facet of unintentional insult. I should personally say that while His Majesty is 2nd only to the Pontiff in His Wisdom and Eminence as a King, the first of my sons who may consider accepting any title not given by a sovereign lord for due merit, potential, longsuffering loyalty, and manifest benefit to the Kingdom - I pray to Godan for that very same son to be stricken rent from all of his Vigor and Fertility. The story of my uncle A story comes to mind now with which I will end this expectantly long-winded missive. Told to me by my Elder Uncle Cassio about my younger Uncle Elias; In their youth, my lost uncle had come to be friends with some northern lady whose name or location is lost to history. This lady had apparently been granted what he referred to as a ‘Nick Name’ by some unknown lord for some unknown merit. When he himself asked his father for one of these ‘Nick-Names’, he was chided for the first occasion he’d ever had the necessity to do so (Note: Both of my uncles were of great youth at the time, so any quotes unwritten must be taken with some due consideration). And the words of my grandfather, spoken most simply before I was ever instated by Godan to walk the realms of humanity, still speak true to this day; “If you would like a title… you have to earn it.” Signed and Sighed, A.B.

I like this actually. Itd obviously make CRP take 100x longer cuz theres a whole new weapon or some shit, but like, I enjoy the idea of having different arrows. Considering all the wierd shit people have done in lotc so far too, im surprised special arrows arent already a thing. +1 to goosie woosey

Aurik Bishop all but breaks into laughter at reading the missive, running to his father ( @TheosVult )to wave the paper in his face "PAPEJ, Look, zhis ist vhat du alvays say du vanted too!" -+- "Ve should help zhem vith it!"

Thomund Bishop made this face 😬 Lowering the paper after reading it, he sighed, "tsk tsk tsk," -+- "ich doubt if she did zhat, she vould return alive... Gott protect her zhough."

Thomund Bishop grumbles to himself as he went to the city to find his son...

Admiral Thomund saluted his comrade across the plains and open mountains "May the warhorns blow for 7 suns in thanks." He lowered the hand and looked out on the ocean, sailing a small ship back to the Haeseni coast.

"Maybe ich should have said somezhing more nice..." Thomund said... not caring, but still loving his cousins thing.

KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM Issued by the Office of the Royal Navy On this 6th of Msitza AG Dargund of 442ES Some while past, His Majesty’s Royal Duma passed the ‘Naval Reassessment Bill of 438 ES’ unanimously. In such was the advice to his majesty for “A group of military and Crown officials” to assess the ships according to their purpose. The bill is attached to the back of this correspondence. It is noticed, and discussed often within the correspondences of the Admiralty Board, that many of our vessels lack any record of their histories, which poses obvious issues. Seeing as all of the systems for the quick & efficient upgrading of our fleet are in place, and both the manpower and passion for our burgeoning project are at their highest, the Admiralty Board of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl makes these requests to His Majesty. I - That The Admiralty board is given leave to assign each ship a primary purpose, either Exploration, Trade, or Battle. Thereafter, we would make lists of each ship and the necessary changes to them. II - That His Majesty, alongside HRH Marius Audemar, consider carefully the listing of improvements and restorations provided by the Admiralty Board, and implement the most of them as they see fit. III - That the Admiralty Board is authorized to re-name these ships in order to complete the process of their full restoration and reformation, as well as allowing their contemporary and future histories to be smoothly composed and recited. IV - That at least one member of the Admiralty board be henceforth guaranteed a seat upon the Builder’s guild, only for projects regarding the construction & alteration of any Crown-Owned naval vessel His Majesty has previously expressed an interest to ‘tear the seas asunder’. I am loathe to observe our fleet may find resistance to cutting warm butter in its current state. Whether that is remedied sooner, or later, with less detail, or with more, is now to the discretion of His Majesty Koeng Karl. Signed, Lieutenant Thomund Bishop, Admiral of the Haeseni Fleet The Admiralty Board of Hanseti-Ruska

[!] Pinned to the notice board of the Haeseni capital was a single sheet of paper, folded into 4ths and held to the board with a deeply inserted metal pin straight through the middle. It seemed to be in one of the bottom corners, awaiting some soul’s interest to unfurl it and quell their curiosity. The lengthy piece of writing covered the entire front and half of the back of the paper it used, and read the following; 1 mother I have lost wholly. Another makes herself more scarce, decreasing the love she bestows upon humanity with every hour passed. Should I think myself unfeeling, because as I know not which of them pains my heart the more? I fear I know the answer, but it is not of the empathetic kind. Loving and lovely words may describe my own brother and sister, for whom I hold high regard; and for all of us my mother labored tirelessly to bring to life, but hardly are they more impactful than myself, and neither myself than any regular man. It is then, for the histories of man - mother of civilization itself, that my heart whispers sad news to my ear on occasion. What lofty greatness has man achieved by acquiring the knowledge of our ancients, and applying their long beloved arts and philosophies to better our own societies? How many Glorious Majesties have attained grace and honor - through wars been fought with strategy told by those who conquered and overcame before, and what marshal can claim excellence in any forward skill without first committing to the study of how the first men dominated the second men? How many more of you, spectator, have been vexxed to the fullest end; and unable to find solace in the advice of even your closest peers, and in your darkest moment discover your strife’s resolution in a tome of the past?… One whose beloved civilization and author’s body have crumbled all to dust and whispers. Therefore, be it regarded as the greatest ill to have lost a single page or parcel of history in any her forms. For this, my heart rends itself one half from the other and my sorrowful tears flow without cease for every story ended. In the moment when the final witness of the golden epoch has passed on, and the first hearth has survived to the last, and past it, and there, had not any more who could recall the greatness & majesty of it’s flame… then, the dreadful sting of ruin sinks into us all - for the pain of true death has come, and with stunning and complete victory over man, destroyed him beyond life and recognition to never again be revered in all the realms. It is the longevity of our memory which brings honor and eternal reverence. So long as our lineage forever tells our story, so long as our great palaces are immortalized in stone carving or oil paint, so long as each ballad and lullaby is recorded and kept… it is then that the sting of death is yet stayed from us, It is then that we speak to those who come after - with our own voices, more powerful than the loudest warsong - more moving than the most cunning envoy. And for as much as I praise and love my ancestors, I begrudge them of their indilligence. I wish for nothing more than to recreate from every text and paining of the past, the time of my father’s father’s father, and his. Not to walk in their shoes and see life from their eyes, but rather to observe the meaning of their lives to the worlds they lived in, and drowning myself in the focus of that study. Yet every day the sun rises on my collection of the past’s knowledge, and with every setting, another story is forgotten. Let my judgment upon the future nations of man be most harsh and most fair according to this. The foremost virtue of man ought to be the preservation of Holy and Historical text, and their acceptance into the hearts of the citizens. Therefore I will cherish and bless him who’s generation is the final one to keep this, and many other texts in upright condition. Through the virtue of military strength, never being conquered, and through the virtue of prosperous libraries, housing and serving this among so many of the mother’s fruits in form of text and tome, and through the virtue of often and rigorous discourse, keeping the meaning of it all close to the hearts of man for their own sake. For that generation must be regarded as the finest and most worthy among whatever number there be at the time. And for the generation immediately following… they ought to be pitied, though from me they will render only passionate anger. To the extent that if by some stroke of fate my soul should ascend to sainthood, these are they who ought not expect any of my blessings, lest they spend the entirety of their sad lives in waiting; Through their vice of failure in the military profession, having their relics and histories burned, stolen, and forgotten in favor of an empty mindset, or through their vice of disorder, the inability to store their knowledge, and transfer it, to enjoy our mother’s fruits, which are infinite and changing at every moment. Or perhaps, in the saddest fashion one could offer, to abandon the discourse of our past, to shame our ancestors in comparison by refusing to show them due reverence. If there be in 2 centuries from this day, not a single polity of man who can recall and recite the many facts of the reign of Sigismund III, or the vastness in span of the Urguani landscape, anon, even the blood lineage of whatever contemporary king they serve, if it be a king… if none can do this at the allotted time, then may Godan smite from the very depths of land and sea any trace of my sorry soul. If my sons and their sons will deny me life in their time, then I should be content to retire my memories, and live contently in obscurity with my fathers. If this be the case, I should pray that I never contribute a pittance of good to any part, so that the absence of my memory is not to the world of our future, a great loss among so many others. Signed, A.B.

Thomund Bishop reads over the missive with a shocked sigh at first, going to knock upon the door of his superior the Lord Marshal. "Dur Excellency, could du possibly ask zhat His Majesty sends ein forward warning to zhe Royal Admiral vhen naval reforms are being announced?" -+- "zhis came as quite zhe surprise, but pleasant nonetheless." The increasingly aging lieutenant began to move to the tavern, ordering plenty of rum before sitting down on the upper floor and drafting some things for his men. It was not long into his 3rd paragraph that his flask of alcohol was knocked, clacking it's rim against the surface of the table which caused a river of dark sweet poison to come spilling out onto the draft, and his trousers. He was then forced to stand, grumbling like an old man as he stomped angrily towards the dock buildings, a crumpled and soaking piece of paper could be seen dripping a trail of rum from the start of his path to the end.

OPERATION AUDEMAR: BSK MISSION REPORT 10th of Tov ag Yermey, 441 E.S (92 S.A.) One year ago, HRH Marius Audemar was taken captive from his ship. On this day, the Lord Marshal called Haeseni forces to the docks, where we gathered our plan of attack. Setting out on rafts from the Haeseni port, the troops soon discovered what remained of the Prinzen’s ship, sunken beneath the Eastern Seas depths. The assembled troops soon returned to the Royal Capital and boarded The Crown's flagship to use for the remainder of the mission, of which Thomund Bishop was made acting captain thereof. It was not long after the men were assigned their positions on the ship that a strange pirate representative arrived in a raft of his own, having stalked our approach. Negotiations of ransom began thereafter which proved to be inefficient and overly time consuming. What subsequently transpired was one Lady Angelika Ruthern's departure of the ship with the pirate envoy, upon whose return we could confirm the healthy state of His Highness. In the exceedingly long period of time between the Lady Ruthern’s departure and return, The Lord Marshal and other assembled Military Lords discussed many possibilities for a revised plan of attack upon the pirates. Lady Ruthern’s return provided the information we needed about His Highness’ alive condition, as well as a clue to where the brigands had taken him. The command was given to disembark onto rafts for the sake of speed and stealth, following the Lady’s lead to the island where we found His Highness sitting atop a hill, unguarded and unfed. One of the soldiers and myself secured the surrounding environment around the Prinzen while another detachment of soldiers was charged with his guard and transport back to the city. Seeing our mission accomplished, we sailed the rafts back to the Haeseni bay to discover that The Royal Flagship had gone missing, evidently captured by the pirate band. We concluded the journey to the Haeseni dockyard upon individual rafts, and brought His Highness to the square, from which we were dismissed. The Mission given by His Majesty has resulted in absolute success. Though, as it may need to be reminded, we have lost possession of The Royal Flagship and returned with no prisoners. The main aspect of importance however is the safe return of the Prince. [!] A set of folded papers would be attached to the folder in which the report had been delivered. Detailing their purpose was an attached note which read; “During the interim of our action, the men were arrayed, and Lady Ruthern was able to sketch a fine portrait of our showing.” Signed Lieutenant Thomund Bishop, Admiral of the Haeseni Fleet

"...damn" Filip Amador sighs as a tear creeps out of his eye and proceeds painfully slow down the former Baron's cheek. He leant back in an old rickety chair located at some tavern in Aeldin, passing the fresh pamphlet to his sister Anna (@tadabug2000) "Dobry formatting this es, dont vy agree?" His voice was slightly shakey, though he felt at some peace despite the flurry of thoughts which entered his mind whenever this subject was mentioned. Somewhere else, the lowborn commoner Aurik rolls onto a bean-bag of gold coins, giggling to himself as he prepares to have his new portrait taken. As he settles into a comfortable position, he hastily makes a few alterations to his firey-red hair and puts on a smile...

Admiral Thomund Bishop sets down the paper he was reading which outlined the updates and changes to the Brotherhood of Saint Karl under the leadership of Heiran Melphestaus. "Niet zhe most fun set of lines to read, but ich LOVE mein new position as Admiral... has zhere been ein Haeseni Admiral before?" he tapped on his chin, wonderously gazing at the cieling as he stood from his chair and made his way toward the door of the room as a THUD escaped the table's edge, upon thomund's downward attention at a sharp pain, it could be well seen that the left side of his pelvic bone had collided with the wooden structure. The 1st Haeseni admiral winced in pain, though, his resilience stood firm, and he uprighted himself. Thomund perambled to, and then outside, of the door to the room - destined to enjoy the rest of his day.

"This guy ist everyvhere" Commented a long-deceased Erwin Bishop, father of the new Lord of Sudwin. "Just imagine what du could have done in your homeland, mein boy"

OK! A while ago, a drug system was added, and a shorter while ago, there were like special drug recipes added (I think) Is there a list or somewhere I can aquire this list? Asking for a friend. Dm Lomiei#5456 if you know, I guess.