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Felix Weiss read over the missive as he exited the Duma. He smiled. It was bittersweet. "Sergei was a great Marshal. Sviatoslav will be up to the task." He said proudly.

THE DEMON SLAYERS A Report of the Victory Against the Hellish Pretender Issued by the MILITARY TRIBUNE On this 13th day of - of 449 E.S. Initial Brief A detachment of forty-five Brotherhood of Saint Karl soldiers and Order of the Crow Knights gathered in Karosgrad on the 7th of the Grand Harvest's dawn. Lord Marshal Sergei Aleksandr equipped the soldiers with Aurum weaponry while Prince Marius Audemar and Tavisha Markov gave instructions on formation and plan of approach. All thirty soldiers marched North into a barren snow waste, where they faced down twelve Inferi Brutes, two assumed 'Lieutenants', one going by the name Rokmael'Ozog "The Veteran of the Second War", aswell as a flesh and bone beast which will henceforth be referred to as “the bull”. The Parley Lord Marshal Sergei Aleksandr had no intention to submit to the hellish monster’s demands of total surrender on behalf of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska but instead offered the beast a chance to surrender. Neither side backed down, and thus the battle would begin. The Opening Phase The Grand Prince of Kusoraev, Georg Sigusmund took his retinue of knights to the right flank to survey the battle from a hill. The Royal Hussars followed in kind, heading much further onto the right flank to engage the second unnamed lieutenant and a band of imps to prevent a flanking assault by the hellish legion. The main body of infantry formed a pike-and-shield wall, anticipating the first move to be made by the Bull. Blood on the Snow The Bull charged the main infantry forces with malflame spewing from its maw. The infantry rightfully broke rank, splitting into two groups down the middle in order to dodge the incoming charge. As the Bull found himself in the middle of the two columns it suddenly released a massive wave of malflame in every direction, washing the infantry ranks in hellfire. It was then that the infernal infantry rushed to engage the now divided forces of the Brotherhood. Behind the brutes was Rokmael'Ozog, the “Veteran of the Second War'' and chosen champion of the hellish pretender. Rokmael'Ozog wielded a blade that was capable of allowing him to phase around the battlefield, and a swing from it could ignore any and all armor, inflicting torturous pain onto its victims within its arc. As the two sides clashed, it quickly devolved into a desperate melee as our brave forces attempted to keep the forces of hell at bay. The bull then attempted to run up the hill and knock a tree down onto the infantry forces below. Ser Walton attempted to halt the beast, but despite his most valiant efforts the demonic beast succeeded, and as the tree fell, threatening to crush His Royal Highness, Prince Marius Ademar beneath it a brave armsman by the name of Tatyana Amelya Ludovar rushed forth to pull the prince away and very much saved his life in the process. As the tree fell onto her comrades and trapped them underneath, it was she who risked her life once more to pull Emil Barclay and an unnamed Bishop from under the burning tree. Slowly but surely, our brave soldiers pushed on, slaying their foes with righteous hatred. The Hussars then rejoined the fray to assist with mopping up the few remaining inferni, and Rokmael'Ozog was set upon by a full squadron of infantry. Rokmael'Ozog attempted to detonate himself using his infernally imbued armor, but Emeric Radovanic in a moment of true bravery slayed the creature before his plan could come to fruition, saving the lives of all present. Infantry losses: One. Infantry wounded: Ten or more. (First to Third degree burns, broken bones, compound fractures and multiple lacerations.) Inferni slain: Twelve. Enemy commander: Slain. (No body was recovered. Despite not being able to detonate, his armor still melted his corpse in a bright flash.) Of Lances and Malflame The Hussars, after breaking off from the main infantry moved to engage with the hellish legion’s second commander: an unnamed fiend riding an undead steed accompanied by a horde of imps. The commander of the Hussars: Euleriphis Livarai de Melphestaus, ordered a charge towards the foe. As the Hussars charged at the infernal host they released a volley of heavy pila at the enemy commander’s horde of imps, slaying many, but for every imp that fell, two more made it through. The battle quickly devolved into a chaotic mess as every man fought for his own life and for his comrades beside him. Thanks to their heavy plate-armor the hellish flame had little effect. The Hussar spared no mercy to the enemy commander, specifically his grace, Duke Wilheim Barclay and Lords Baldrum Colborn, and Ivan Jaroslavich Godunov who managed to use a combined attack to practically beat the enemy commander to death and knock him off his steed with mace and warhammer. The infernal commander attempted to take Eulepheris’s life by wrapping his chain-whip around his head, holding him there as the infernal commander’s armor began to glow with the fires of hell, threatening to detonate himself and take with him as many good Haeseni men as he could. This plan did not come to pass only due to the brave actions of Giovanna Bella Ashford de Leuven, who outright trampled the beast with her heavy war-horse, sacrificing her steed and the use of her hands in the process to save her commander’s life. The Hussars then moved to help mop up the few remaining forces still engaged with the infantry corps. Hussar fatalities: Zero. Hussar injured: Three. (One broken facial plate, cracked rib-cage, First or third degree burns.) Inferni fatalities: Ten. Enemy commander: Slain. (Detonated upon death. No body was recovered.) Signed, Sergeant Felix Weiss, Military Tribune and Lord Handler of his Majesty’s Duma, Banner Bearer of the Royal Hussar, Head Palatine Guard.

Felix Weiss held the invitation in his hands and smirked widely. "Lots of weddings of late. Ea can't wait for my own soon enough. Ea'll be there for the both of them."

Felix Weiss sighed as he read the publication with a raised eyebrow. He hummed as he looked to his warhammer rested on the floor by his chair. "Karl brought me up, and he is my koeng, nothing else interests me. Ea will slay his enemies as he commands."

Felix Weiss read the missive, a frown growing even larger upon his face as his eyes scanned the words. "Ea've had enough of this Southern nonsense."

Felix Weiss attached his golden brooch and tassel to his chestplate. He could not help but feel an unmistakable sense of pride. "Lots of work to be done, but God willing, it will be done."

(double post cause the forums died when i hit send.)

Felix looked down to the missive. "She's led her family well, and with honor. It gives me pride to be her Palatine Guard."

Felix Weiss would lean to the side as he sat in his office, elbow rested upon the arm of his chair as he read the missive with a raised eyebrow. "No sympathy for those who find hatred in the happiness of others." He muttered to himself. "And especially none for those who squander ever single opportunity that they've been given." He placed the missive aside and continued working.

Felix Weiss would pause as he heard the news, realizing that perhaps one day he and the Bishops would be in-laws. "I need to find something nice to wear..."

"May Saint Karl personally escort you to the gates of the Seven Skies. Rest well, brother."

Felix Weiss read the missive as it reached the barracks. "I fight for my Koeng before God. My blade is his nevertheless."

My advice is to develop thicker skin because there's a line between banter, (very - in this case) deserved criticism towards you and outright toxicity and I've seen you get very upset at all three. If someone is genuinely harassing you, and moderation doesnt put an end to it - just leave. There's nothing keeping you here, it's a video game that in the grand scheme of things will have a negligible impact on you. You aren't ever going to get rid of the shitheads that say slurs for shock value - they will always be present pretty much everywhere. Even you, yourself have been known to say just a few hateful things about "cis" men (https://imgur.com/a/r1jgGao). Honestly from my perspective your behavior is just as bad as the very people you're condemning in this post and all credibility you have is pretty much nill. Racists are bad, but so are people like you who hide behind a blanket of 'it's okay I only make fun of cis men and thats fine' and act like your own behavior isnt just as disgusting. If you cannot see that, I've nothing further to add to this subject. Be more respectful and don't feed the trolls.

I genuinely believe I'm one of the most active low-rank military personnel/town guard players on the server. I legit just do guard/police/soldier rp all day but I still go out of my way to avoid gate duty. That shit blows because it's a bootleg Papers Please experience that no one wants to do except for maybe the one or two turbo nerds that always volunteer for it but even they get worn out by it. Its a rp server - and whilst yes doing gate duty is technically rp - I don't care. It's boring and I just browse memes on my phone and wait to copy and paste the same NPC dialogue to the next poor schmuck that just wants to go refill his shop chests.

Felix looks down to the dispatch, and his face blanks as he thought about the whole ordeal. He'd have to ask if it was his duty as a member of the Brotherhood to make an effort to present himself to the court. He hoped not. Anyways, he went back to arresting the thief he was kneeling on in Haense square as he read the letter.

Felix chuckled as he had a random passer-by read him the news whilst he was on patrol. "Can't wait to meet the new members of the Brotherhood."

As a new player I'll provide perhaps a fair and fresh look at the current state as I've currently seen them with no previous biases spanning a decade. I've been very active for my first three days and I've roleplayed with everything from established kings, to vagabonds, to freshies just like me. It's a mixed bag. Most - about 75% of people will give you genuine rp if you actually go out of your way to contribute something, not just a "hello". Just yesterday I assisted in an arrest with my fellow officer and we pulled the guy into a drunk tank and we had a chat about him - and decided not to press charges on him as he was already a drunk wretch. Later, I was sat by myself in a bar. Later, that fellow officer - who was a stranger at the time bought me a drink and we had a wholesome chat. It was truly GREAT rp. Other times- I'm flatly, and outright ignored by groups of up to 3/4 people even in a casual setting such as bars/taverns. It just happens - nothing you can do to change that. I also saw a guy in the Haense square the other day. There was like 20+ people there, and like 5 different interesting storylines were going on. I saw the guy log on, walk over to a chair - and sit down. Surprise surprise - no one even bothered to talk to him because he was too anxious to get up and say hello to someone so he sat in the same spot silently for 30 minutes, got bored and logged off- and that was his fault. So in total, there are three reasons I can see why you cant find rp: Your timing is wrong/youre not offering anything interesting. (This is the majority.) People are chuds and wont let anyone into their clique. (A tiny minority, but it's the thing that clearly makes people the most angry when it does happen.) You're being too nervous and blaming everyone else. (The silent majority.) Otherwise - most of the time if you just go do something, you'll get rp. You cant just expect people to add to your experiences without adding anything in return.

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