SethWolf

Start a family (Noble or peasant) Start a family that will actually live Start my own sub-community Make 10 friends Be on the Haense Aulic council Become NL of Haense OR a non-heir Haense prince/princess Acquire a really ******* cool weapon. See House Weiss become a Duchy. Play an elf. Have a T5 Elf Mage Have this elf play in Vortice

Walter Weiss quietly played with his toys in his room. However, the feeling of grief in the keep was heavy. His young, childish mind couldn't quite wrap his head around it, however. So he kept to himself, hoping that with the morning perhaps would come answers. He looked to his fingerpaints of men riding off to battle on horseback, and he thought of what his future would be. He wanted to be a Hussar.

PARADISE LOST Felix Weiss’ body had just crashed into the snowy earth, sending hard-packed dirt and flecks of his blood across the white ground. The world was still, and even the sounds of battle were deafened by the silence that slathered the air. His eyes flew open, and there was no one about. The legions of Mori, his comrades, not even the sound of snow larks or their song were present. Except for one. He sat up in the snow to gaze upon them only to now realize that his wounds were gone. There was a pit in his chest that told him that the end had come. Ahead of him, perhaps only ten feet of where he lay was a tall, gaunt woman dressed in a dark blue robe and sported a hood of embroidered lions. She held a shepherd’s cane that carried a small rustic lantern that dangled from the cane’s hook. After a long pause, he spoke towards the woman. “I told Sierra I would walk her down the aisle.” The cloaked woman remained silent for a while before replying with a soft, motherly voice. “I know you did, my sweet boy.” She stepped over to Felix’s side and knelt there, placing her hand in his, to which he offered her hand a small squeeze. “Who are you?” He cast a demure glance to the strange woman, though his gaze did not dare meet hers. His free hand moved to his chest, only now realizing that for once the ceaseless pain he felt from his trauma was now gone. He relaxed. “A Weiss.” She replied quietly. Then, after a long pause her lips moved to add. “We can go whenever you’re ready.” Felix looked up from his own lap to see that a plain, rustic door now stood under the branches of the twisted Rimeveld tree by the frozen lake where he had expired. He slowly stood, but did not let go of the strange woman’s hand. His legs stiffened, and he finally peeled his gaze from the ominous door and looked at her visage that was only slightly obscured by her hood. “I hope I did enough. For my family. For my kingdom.” A small, demure smile crossed her lips. “You stood taller than most. But your legacy to others is their own decision to make. What can be certain is that your friends and family will miss you, and that is enough for a Weiss.” Felix felt a smile cover his own lips. “Yes. I suppose that is enough.” As his feet finally lifted up from the ground to step towards the door ahead of him, he began to remember all of the fond memories of his life. Audo, Haus, Sierra, Via and ofcourse, Veronica. All of them in his life had grown to be the best children he could ever ask for, all of them had risen to greatness in their own life in one way or another. He was confident that they would continue their own legacies. Then ofcourse was the love of his life. Maria. A dutiful wife, and proud warrior. She was everything that Felix was missing in his own life. He loved her with all the fire and passion a heart could muster. He hoped that she would be okay without having him around to taste her cooking, or leaving her without a sparring partner. He believed though, that one of the few he would miss most was his adopted brother. Eulie. It seemed like so long ago that he had met that strange elf when he was only but a mere initiate in the Brotherhood of Saint Karl. How long ago that seemed. Despite Eulie’s elven blood he was every inch the brother that Felix had always wanted. For that, he would be eternally grateful to his friend. His hand came upon the knob of the door. He inhaled a long breath. The strange woman gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “They will remember you, Felix Weiss.” She spoke in a moment of soft encouragement. He turned the knob, and pushed the door open. He stepped inside. He had entered a warm, and wet place of eternal paradise. There was no cold, no harsh winds or eternal biting storms. The sounds of millions of small creatures filled his ears as much as the constant babble of warm waters over the riverbanks did. The strange woman began to unfasten his armor, gently piling it at the bank of a calm river that sat before them. He looked around with a mixture of disbelief, relief, and awe. He had finally arrived at Sierra, that wonderful place that Maria had described to him all those years ago. A place that he knew in his heart of hearts must have been heaven. His lips quivered, and he released a small laugh. “It’s real.” He declared to the strange woman that now stood beside him, if only to hear himself say it. He did not move, however. He looked back. The door was still present. His gaze shifted to her. “But I can’t explore it yet. I made a promise to my daughter. We have to do it together. Whenever she…arrives.” The strange woman smiled. “As you wish.” In the blink of an eye, she was gone. Felix sat down on the lush green grass. He watched the door. And he waited.

Nice bait post, jannies. You ain't gunna fool ME again! *shakes fist

Felix smiled as he thumbed the documents. "Mea family's own relatives, sitting upon the Koenas' throne of our kongzem." He said softly, with a fondness in his voice. He placed the missive against his chest. "Krusae zwy Kongzem. Viva Hyspia, and Va ve Maan." He toasted in quiet solidarity.

"What a shame." The eldest of the Weiss sighed, moving the missive aside as he continued his paperwork.

"Ea remember when ea was a young man, he was the best of us. Then, when ea was much older, he was still the best of us. Even when ea surpassed him in rank, he never, ever once questioned an order, always did as he was told and he got the job done, even if it meant his death." Felix Weiss dictated to an unknown person in his bedroom as he smoked from a cigar. "...How did you view this man, in more detail?" The voice asked, as they had a book in their lap. "You speak as if he is already dead." Felix said, but paused. "This new generation is nothing like the old one. My generation? They followed orders. They never complained, they got the job done. We did what we needed to do. He's the last of us, aside from Wilheim.... In my darkest days ea pray for our kongzem, once we are all gone." "...I think we're done for the day, lord." The figure spoke, closing the book in their lap.

"Nie longer a crow. Perhaps a plucked chicken is more apt? Better suited to pecking at the dirt than ruling." Felix muttered to himself as he tossed the missive into the fireplace. "Traitors have nie place in our kongzem. To hell with the lot of them."

As long as you don't physically block the roads, sure. But yknow, people build taverns and things on main roads for a reason. Besides, this sort of "Federal Staff Land" idea where no nation or group is allowed to touch these sanctified bits of land is stupid.

"Ea remember inviting him to serve as mea Royal Inquisitor for the Duma all those years ago. An august, hard-nosed man such as he was sure to go far beyond his post to greater and better things!" Felix Weiss chuckled as he drank his portion of Carrion Black. "To his health and career." He toasted.

Felix was sat in his wheelchair within the rolling lilac fields of Zvaervauld when a runner approached him with the missive. He took the parchment within his hands and read the words over. As his eyes scanned the parchment, a smile grew more ever-present upon his lips. He began to speak aloud to himself. "Whilst I was initially concerned over where his loyalties would lie, being both a man of the cloth and the palatine...Ea must admit that there has been no finer friend to our koeng and servant of the realm." He gently folded the missive in his hands. "Good luck, vyr Excellency." He wondered if the next time he saw the old coot, would his name still be "Iosif Bastrid"?

An old Haeseni read the papers. "Ea would niet piss in an Adrian's mouth if his mouth was on fire." He threw the missive into his fireplace.

About time we got some cool ocean themed magic shit in the server. Werew0lf don't miss.

I LOVE YOU BB

The child, Walter Weiss spills fingerpaints all over himself as his brother chewed on the missive!

"Love 'aense. Best place in the world." Felix said, toasting his free daily ration of the Black, then downed it heartily.

"Godan, please allow mea son to either return with his shield, or laying upon it. Such as it is for our family. Va Ve Maan." Felix bid as he continued to pray for good fortunes for his son in his family's church.

Felix Weiss rose from his seat in Staalgrav, hoisting his sword high and declared. "KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM! VA VE MAAN!"

"They'd probably do a better job of it than the last Emperor. **** it. Ave Bywater." Felix jokingly chuckled to himself as he enjoyed a cup of Zvaervauld Gold.

[!] A missive would find itself in the mailboxes of all Lords, Ladies and Commoners in the realm. THE DAWN OF ZVAERVAULD GOLD A Drink for All! Issued by Lord Felix of House Weiss Naf zwy 4th hag i Jula ag Piov i 471 E.S. [A Novkursain brewer tasting a freshly brewed pint of mead!] There have been many brewers, craftsmen and journeymen over the centuries who have come to our great kongzem in an effort to create what we could call “the finest of drinks to grace the world”. We must first then consider what greatness is. In House Weiss, greatness in terms of drink comes from its availability to the people, and the wonderful times it would bring to all newcomers and longtime residents of our great city of Karosgrad. Many drinks are widely available indeed, and save for a select few such drinks are more fit to be used to wash one’s cutlery than to be drunk. This is to be no more. We have endeavored to create a drink that would bring a smile upon the mightiest of emperors and the lowest of layfolk alike. We have called this drink: “Zvaervauld Gold”. The process of making mead is labor-intensive, with the hardest of God’s workers laboring to create such a tasty drink: Bees. These creatures forage Zvaervauld’s lilac fields by the thousands labor day and night to fashion the finest and sweetest of all things: Honey! A miracle substance which maintains its sweetness even if left in the sun for days or stored in ice, it can not tarnish or spoil. Such honey is then carefully collected by our finest apiarists and taken to be stored in large barrels within our brewery. The honey is then put into a still with the measurements being two parts water, one part honey. We mix both constantly as to ensure above all things that the fermentation process is equal and consistent. Whilst it takes only seven days, we prefer to allow the drink to ferment for nine as to taper off the abundant sweetness in favor of a slightly higher alcoholic content. The mead is then poured into our custom-made embossed glasses bearing both our sigil and name, the cork dipped in red wax and left to rest in cool basement cellars all around Zvaervauld. The taste of Zvaervauld Gold is unique in that the poor soils surrounding Novkursain are highly acidic, and thus are poor for bumper crops but breed highly vibrant lilac flowers. The honey that the bees create upon our lands carries this distinctly floral and airy aroma even unto the mead of which we have created today. The taste has been sharply refined, as to not be too sweet but carry no remnants of acids, yet it is light and aromatic. The smell of our drink may perhaps remind one of freshly cut grass and summer flowers, with an aftertaste of blissful honey and sweet berry wine. The color of each bottle may vary ever-so-slightly, with some bottles being more dark and amber in color whilst some may be a rich golden color. This is because not all honey is made exactly the same in each hive, with darker bottles encompassing more of a sweet and powerful taste given that said hive was located in a spot which gets more sun throughout the day. The lighter colored varieties will doubtlessly encompass a more soft and fruity taste as these bees preferred the shade when making their hives. We are confident that our drink provided by our hard working bees and artisans will satisfy all who partake in it. We intend to keep the price low, so our Gold can be enjoyed by all. You can taste this drink the day this missive has been given at the Drunken Marian drinking contest! We hope to see you all there! Taste the Greatness! [TM] Signed, Lord Felix Weiss, Armiger of His Majesty’s Brotherhood and Kossir ag i Levkursain

Was literally just saying this in VC. This server has made the decision to allow children onto this server and take their money. They have an obligation to do what is right and be rid of these people. I couldn't imagine telling a parent as an admin that "Nah we let these people back on the server but we made him say sorry! :)"

this sets a bad precedent for people who have violence threatened against them. if this doesn't fall under your 'safety guidelines', then your safety guidelines are shit.

I don't feel like it's insane to point out that not only are genuine threats of any kind are scummy, it's also a crime. Atleast in the USA. Is it too much to ask that people be responsible for what they say online? When it happened or if they've changed is sort of irrelevant when we're talking about genuine threats of sexual assault. I personally think the server is better off without that kind of stuff. I'm just here for the roleplay.