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Username: Monster_Duck Character Name: Marwin van Aert Affiliation: [Empire of Man] Desired Rank [ Honour Guard | Vanguard] Which games will you be attending?: [Honor Trials, Siege, Battle]

The young lordling Marwin van Aert woke to find many messengers saddling up to deliver grim news across the realm. He ambled through the many hallways of his home towards the armory hoping to join them. The Blackvale youngling imagined at more than a couple of the stops he might see cousins or friends near his age. He thought back to when his brother Martijn and him had sat along the steep grassy slope of Zwarsteen watching imperials charge down a ragtag group of dwarves and uruks alike, the gleaming blade of his uncle seen right at the center of the fray. He remembered how earlier that day, he had ridden on the back or his uncle Carolus' horse into Beleth, and upon returning Martius had given him a gleaming set of armor, a few sizes too big; so such escapades would be safer for his nephew. Upon reaching the armory, he donned his gambeson first, and realized something: the full suit of armor now fit, perfectly. Perhaps no foe feared this Blackvale pup yet, but that in no way stopped his ceaseless daydreaming on the walk to the stables fueled by tales from generations of mighty warriors, captain-generals, and princes. In time he would grow to be a hound in his own right.

THE CHILDREN’S JOUST A TOURNEY AT BLACKVALE In the year 643 AA., Empire of Man ✠ DESCENDANTS OF THE ESTEEMED IMPERIAL HOUSE OF RENATUS AND ITS CADET HOUSE, THE LINE OF MARTIUS THE CORSAIR PRINCE, AND YURY THE BLACK-EYED. LET IT BE KNOWN TO ALL: BY BLOOD, BY STEEL, BURGUNDIAE INVICTA. ✠ Penned by the diligent hand of Her Highness, Eirene Mareno It is the prerogative of the Lords van Aert to ensure that all children of the Empire are properly equipped and diligently trained. Thus, the young Prince of Blackvale, Marwin van Aert, extends a cordial invitation to all children of the realm to partake in a most anticipated jousting tournament. The tourney shall feature a most amusing spectacle–piggyback jousting, as Prince Marwin has dubbed it, and will take place in the newly established van Aert amphitheatre Pigs will be provided for the children that wish to partake, and it is assured that the event will be one of great merriment and splendor. OOC Saturday, February 28th, at 11 am EST ✠ B V R G V N D I A E I N V I C T A HIS HIGHNESS, Marwin van Aert, Lord of Blackvale

Ziwot’uya Spirit of Echoes and Subterranean Winds An ambitious uruk paced back and forth in Lurak, awaiting news of where the raiders of Krugistan were to strike next, but in the cavern the horde of Krug called home, naught could be heard but the drip of water resonating across its walls sourced from a chasm far below his feet. Bolog, as the orc was called, was not a descendant of importance. He belonged to no clan; he held no great weapon; and his name did not bring fear in the hearts of his foes, but a great orc of days gone by, Kybaal’Akaal, saw something in him that he lacked the vision to see within himself. On this day, the once-rex approached his apprentice once more Et ahm tik, have latz dezided wub Ilzgul wi ahm packin’ lat with? Bolog, ever unsure, simply called for an elemental representative of air, before guiding the elder shaman to a safe secluded corner of the city, in which to conduct this spirit walk. The pair pass a smoking bowl of kaktus green between the two of them, and as soon as the young orc grew comfortable, he experienced something once more: Ilzugl-ur pukhl-izg. Thrak agh ukh-iizubu ‘lat agh, nork brumburz-izubu Whether it was the guttural chant of ancient blah, or the hazy contents of the bowl, one could not say, but Bolog’s eyes began to water, and soon after his soul wandered. As the duo fell from their current plane of existence, they landed in a dark realm, unlike any Bolog had seen before. As the two orcs stepped forward, every step echoed with the chorus of stampeding mustangs. Every drawn breath sounded back at them in the darkness a thousand times over. Offer et zumthing tu karry on da windz, speak liez agh et will punish lat Bolog, steadying his breath, eyed the darkness before him, knowing that a pact with this echo, might become the leading chorus of his time on Aevos. The truth he shared with the spirit were merely a whisper, but the restless elemental cried back in response to his word, a cacophony of laughter and judgement bouncing off the walls of the distant cavern. The overwhelming wind of voices was the last thing the pair experienced before finding themselves once more in a familiar cave; one they both had called home for some years. Latz attrakted a cruel zpirit… Bi kareful with dat azh

“Denied sovereignty and political power, the diaspora has proven that the Adrians exist beyond any piece of land nor polity, but rather exist as a folk.” - Duke Markus Sarkozic 1998 ET __________________________________________ 𝕴t is with necessity in this time of diaspora that the Adrian people defend themselves. Within the recently erected Ivory Tower of Eulersburg, Duke Stefan Euler recognizes the importance of keeping the people of Beznov safe and protected. From time immemorial, the Adrian people have shepherded humanity’s stalwart defenders. From the Vladovic Regiment, the foundation of the Imperial State Army, to the Greycloaks, the Adrian man is GOD’s instrument. Now under the watchful eye of Duke of the Adrians, Stefan Euler and the recently acclaimed Bogumil Radovan, the prestigious mantle of Adrian defender comes to rest upon the Hajduci. __________________________________________ “A more pragmatic defense force would do us well.” -Duke Stefan Euler Stalwart Hajduk Kaplar EXILIC DUKE OF THE ADRIANS | Stefan Euler ((@fuzzgaja)) Foremost, the loyalty of the Hajduci is to serve he who has been rightfully deemed EXILIC DUKE OF THE ADRIANS by the Adrian DUMA. All who join the guard therefore bind their fealty to the DUKE. PUKOVNIK | Bogumil Radovan ((@monster_duck)) The leader of the Hajduci chosen by the exilic Duke of Adria. He is responsible for keeping a well armed and managed force of soldiers. The Pukovnik must ensure all the customs and standards of the Hajduk are maintained. It is his duty to delegate tasks to his two lieutenants, the Poručnik. Frequent events and good relations with the other parties within Numendil are also within his jurisdiction. PORUČNIK | There are two lieutenants. One leads the MRP while the other does so with PVP. They both help maintain the culture and high quality of all members experienced or otherwise. These men are highly skilled in their craft and very prudent of potential threats to Adria spotting areas for possible incursion before they reach Beznov. KAPLAR | To become a Kaplar one must be nominated by a Pukovnik or Poručnik and then pass through the gauntlet. Members here should watch out for potential recruits and be trusted members of any unit in combat to behave with the utmost vigilance and ruthless efficiency. REDOV | A Redov has been initiated into the Hajduci and completed the ritual. They are still new to the brigade, but serve wherever necessary in order to uplift Adria and those within their number. They are not the most experienced, but serve with the utmost diligence. __________________________________________ As written by Adrian citizen Josef Euler Hajduci are rugged warriors. They do not don shiny armor, their breastplates display no heraldry --for that is not their purpose. They wield specialized weapons, designed for skirmishing and hit-and-run tactics. Oft, one may find a hajduk bearing a bow, javelin, and throwing knives for these purposes. Their equipment is best described as reliable and practical. It is not uniform between members of the regiment, as Hajduks are afforded the liberty of selecting their own implements of violence. Outside of combat they are gruff people, harsh and slow to trust--but inherently mischievous. Deeply superstitious folk, they carry many trinkets and icons that they expect will help them in various situations as wards, talismans and good luck charms. These are often in the form of necklaces, bracelets or warpaint. In combat, they are renowned for their ruthlessness and savagery. This reputation is well earned, and most people would do well to avoid crossing their path. They adorn their exposed skin with mud and green paint, covering their hair in dirt and twigs for camouflage. All members are expected to grow powerful mustaches as a sign of their undeniable manhood. Though they may not be the most chivalrous men, their efficacy is undeniable. __________________________________________ Those brave Adrians who answer the call to their people and wish to enlist in the Hajduci should seek out Bogumil Radovan ((@monster_duck)) or Duke of the Adrians Stefan Euler ((@fuzzgaja)) or send a bird to the Aviary. __________________________________________

Bogumil Radovan lets out a huff as he sets his bags down in his new abode within Beznov. "This will be the best land in all Aevos in no time!" he says confidently towards his brother Ratibor.

Count Ruslan Baruch reads the Heraldric study and slowly nods his head in affirmation. "What is an escutcheon!?!?" He wonders out loud towards no one in particular, before finding the glossary.

Alkinoos, valiant follower of Artorius, is overjoyed at the prospect of moving to the Dreadlands! "This land will be a true bastion of peace" he thinks as he trudges down the road.

HOUSE OF BARUCH Issued by the COUNTY OF AYR On the 16th day of Msitza ag Dargund of 544 E.S. TO THE PEOPLE OF AEVOS, People of every nation, group, and kind are invited to a grand tournament hosted at the tournament grounds just outside of New Valdev. This tournament will serve as a celebration of the wedding between Count Ruslan Baruch and the consort Isabeau-Karine Dieuxmont de Rosius. Additionally, this is an occasion for all warriors to prove their mettle and valor in the eyes of the people. The conditions of this tournament shall be simple: only blunted weapons and no armor, with no eating once the bout has begun. No sign up is required but all will be expected to arrive on the 8th day of Grona and Droba of 545 E.S. The victor of the tournament shall be met with a wonderful prize worthy of the victory they will have fought so hard to earn. BY MOUNTAIN, RIVER, AND COAL, The Right Honorable, Ruslan Baruch, Count of Ayr, Viscount of Voron, Baron of Laval, Riveryn, and Gant, Lord of Jorenstadt, Guardian of the Hanseti Coast and Westwald

A CALL TO AID AND JUSTICE:THE MISSING COUNTESS OF AYR Issued by the COUNTY OF AYR On the 2nd day of Joma and Umund of 542 E.S. TO THE PEOPLE OF THE MOUNTAINS AND THE LAKES, It is with great sorrow and profound dismay that House Baruch announces the grievous disappearance of the Right Honorable Countess of Ayr, Lady Maira Baruch. The hour is dark, and the nature and motive of those who may have wrought this dreaded act remain shrouded in mystery. Yet let it be known, the Greyguard shall not rest, nor shall they falter, until the foul perpetrators are brought to justice and made to answer for their wickedness. We call upon all who possess the courage and wisdom to aid in this search to reach out to acting Lord-Regent Ruslan Baruch, heir apparent of the County of Ayr and devoted brother to the Countess. Though the circumstances are dire, we maintain hope that Countess Maira remains alive and well, awaiting her return to the safety of her home. Moreover, let it be proclaimed throughout the land that a great bounty shall be bestowed upon any who bring forth true and useful knowledge of Lady Maira's fate or the identity of those who have brought this tragedy upon us. Rich rewards and the eternal gratitude of House Baruch shall be theirs, for no stone shall be left unturned in our quest to see justice served and our beloved Countess returned. May the heavens guide us, and may the Countess Maira Baruch soon be restored to us. BY MOUNTAIN, RIVER, AND COAL, The Honorable, Ruslan Baruch, Lord of the County of Ayr,

Those journeying through former Veletzian lands have experienced an uptick in banditry. These bandits are rarely violent, but they have been stealing much from travellers. Those in the pursuit of justice should allocate resources towards rooting out the source of this evil and bringing it to a swift end.

Caspian Cerusil sharpens his blade once more upon reading the royal declaration "Pull up with my Glock out, If the opps out, I'ma rock out" he says quoting esteemed Celianorian poet Nard'iel Wick

Sergei var Ruthern smiles upon seeing his painting once more before scanning down the paper and shaking his head vehemently before thinking to himself "Everyone knows it was Belisar's exercise regimen that helped Prince Marius!" @Masouri

Sergei var Ruthern's mouth drops open in confusion as his painting has somehow made it onto an official letter to the royal duma "SERGEIIII!" he shouts as he realizes: his art has been copied and distributed for karma farming. He makes out the door for the nearest lawyer and prepares a suit.

The Roach Knight quickly pens a letter to the seller of the lunarite ingot. To Whom it May Concern I would like to bid 1500 mina on this ingot. Also, please contact me when future goods of this kind are put for sale. Best Regards Ser Emilio Roach

Emilio the Younger lays in his bed staring at the ceiling. The sun had risen hours ago, but he still felt cold; the glow of the sun could never compare to how his mother had brightened his life.

A Squire’s Journal 28th of Sun's Smile: Tonight we camped in the woods around Eulersburg. I never imagined myself saying this but I miss the smell of mud. I fondly remember running through the swamps with my brothers and sisters near home and coming back caked in mud from head to toe. I miss the sweet wrath of our mother when she made us change out of our muddy clothes before dinner. I miss the bustle and clamor of family gathering around the dinner table. I know I fight so that the mud back home will still be our own and so all those faces I love can still sit and eat, but those memories grow foggy and the smell of mud mixes far too easily with the blood all around this camp. For being on the path to righteous victory this war certainly seems wicked. Wrath is not seen these days cleaning mud from happy children, but in smiting down fellow sons of Horen. Right before I fell asleep last night I thought I could hear the clamor of the dinner table, but then I realized it was the clashing of swords. Another bundle of Adrian warriors found their way in our midst. I can’t believe I miss the smell of mud. 29th of Harren's Folley: Last night I rode with my knight back to Valdev. I never thought I would miss the sound of babies crying. From the barracks when I first heard a man wounded in battle, I just assumed it was a crying baby. The days before I ever had heard a man wail in pain were better. The only thing worse than the wails of these men are the looks on the faces of their children when we ride through the gates and they don’t see their fathers among our numbers. More Adrians die each day than covenant folk, but that doesn’t make the memories of these children's faces worth it. The babies in town seem to cry less as of late. Even they realize that something is not right in the world. I honestly doubt I will live to hear children of my own crying and do I even deserve to? I cannot help but think of the Adrian children whose fathers I have made wail in pain, and in turn given them the same sad soulful stare as their own tattered battalions return to Winburgh. Both of our ranks have lost numbers, but each of these numbers had fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, children and spouses. I hope I never hear the scream of a wounded man again, that sound is not meant for anyone on this earth to hear.

A young faced man in a trenchcoat wobbily walks up to the office of the treasury box. A third hand pokes out of the trenchcoat pocket and places the bid into said box it reads as follows: Emilio Varoche, Baron of Napoliza 38 years of age Illatian Bada Bing 500 mina

Sylvia's brother Caspian storms back into the Cerusil manor after a long day's ride searching for the slayer of his sister. He looks down at his weapon of Azhl Death's Dance hoping it will strike true in the coming days

Emilio Jr. takes finally takes his oversized armor off after a long ride back to Napoliza, as he looks to his younger brother Furio: "Once I grow into this armor, then I can truly show the men of Veletz what I am made of. House Varoche does not forget the death of Sigismond!!!"

Caspian Cerusil walks over to his grandfather in the Cerusil mansion at what is now Celia'nor "Grandfather tell me about what Celia'nor once was, so that we may become it once again" He then sits down in an armchair to listen to the epic tales of past Cerusils

THE VELETZIAN AUTUMN FESTIVAL; MASQUERADE, CARNIVAL AND TOURNEY FOEDUS VELEC In the year 15 of the Age of Rights and the Age of Reckoning ✠ ____________________________________________________________________________________________ BY THE UNWAVERING AUTHORITY OF THE STATE AND THE REPUBLICAN MANDATE BESTOWED UPON THE ILLUSTRIOUS CHAMBER OF HEIDMEN, WE HEREBY ISSUE THIS IMPERIOUS MISSIVE, RESONATING WITH THE EMINENT VIRTUES OF HONOR, DUTY, LIBERTY, FRATERNITY, VALOR, AND WISDOM. WITH THIS COMMUNICATION, WE ENLIGHTEN THY READER UPON THE INTRICACIES OF STATECRAFT AND UNVEIL THE CURRENT AFFAIRS THAT ENGAGE OUR SOVEREIGN REALM. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ A depiction of the town of Winburgh, circa 15 AR. LO unto the Heartlands, It is with great jubilation that we announce the coming harvest within the town of Winburgh. The fall season has come upon us, granting us an abundant harvest and a grand festival to celebrate it all. Join us in three days worth of festivities and excitement, with a little something for everyone to enjoy of all ages. Event Itinerary Day One, the Umbral Masquerade [Friday, Oct 27th, 7pm EST/11pm GMT] The Veletzian Harvest festival celebrations will be opened with a blessing of the harvest by the Father Nerium, in which we will take in the bountiful harvest provided by GOD to the people of Veletz. Shortly after the blessing, a short walk will be made to the courtly halls of the Veletzian palace in which a masquerade shall take place. Food and beverages will be plentiful, with music to accompany it. Costume and mask is encouraged, with a costume contest to take place during the night. Day Two, the Hallowed Carnival [Saturday, Oct 28th, 5pm EST/9pm GMT] The second day of the festival is fun for all ages, in which a carnival will be conducted within the Winburgh square. Varying games will be showcased for the carnival-goers to enjoy, such as but not limited to: Pumpkin carving, apple bobbing and strength contests for those wishing to prove their might. Day Three, the Veletzian Fall Tourney [Sunday, Oct 29th, 2pm EST/6pm GMT] All are invited to the Veletzian Fall Tourney. The format of this tournament will be duels in a double elimination style. One will not be eliminated from the bracket until they have lost twice. All participants must donate to the cathedral of St. Arpad to participate. All fighters must either bring their own gear or rent some at the venue. Meet for the beginning of the tournament at the cathedral of St. Arpad within Winburgh. Top placing warriors of the tournament will be handsomely rewarded! First Place: 750 mina, and tournament trophy Second Place: 500 mina Third Place: 250 mina ___________________________________________________________________________________________ GOD WILLING, HIS GRACE, Gaspard of the House van Aert, Captain-General of the League of Veletz, Duke of Middelan, Bannerlord of Veleç, Protector of the Midlanders THE HONORABLE, Viktoria Helena af Brasca, Baroness of Brasca HIS EULERSHIP, Laszlo Euler, Euler of Eulersburg Yvine Pavlichenko, Stablemaster of Veletz

Tournament Registration RP Name: Laszlo Euler MC Name: Monster_Duck PARTNER'S NAME [OOC/RP/Discord]: [draqonight/Tito de Coca/draqonight] Discord:monster_duck Do you love Petra? I guesss