Maur

- Virgil DeNurem - 

“He had a head full of white hair!”

Peasants speaking to Darius Sabari while he tracked down the DeNurem lineage

Brief Description

A lean young man stood there with his ethereal green eyes that pan around, his golden-white hair that sways behind his movements crashing into more fluffy strands of hair, looking for something to pique his interest. His eyes glimmered with every ray of light that struck his iris. Standing out like an owl caught by a beam of light in the night time. Easily entrapping people in his gaze with a simple look in their direction.

18th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1745

Kept from his true identity until the age of 12, Marcus was raised in the home of an active, wealthy Helenain family that has been maintaining the DeNurem linage under cover of being the bastard of a fellow kinsmen. Though as he developed, so had his questions and his realization that those who had claimed to be his parents were not really who they said they were, making him keep his head bald and taking the life of a peasant. To ensure that Marcus would never find out of his true lineage, his family gave him a potion that forcefully keeps any hair from growing. They were only two years off before, ultimately guaranteeing that he would never sprout another white lock. Though fortunate for Marcus unknowingly, having enough of all the routine he follows every morning. He finally began to ask questions and looking for the answers himself. Discovering his ‘parents’ were protecting his family due to the dangers of having a descendant of Mirtok DeNurem alive today with the lasting reputation he left and substantial claims to prominent titles within the Empire, he still could claim. Though no longer wanting to be kept hidden from the world, he decided it was time to step out to the world in hopes of reminding them of the name DeNurem.

11th of Owyn’s Flame, 1750

The Flames of Helena

- Soon -

FULL NAME: Darius Sabari

AGE: 47

RACE: Human

RELIGION: Canonist

REGIMENT OF CHOICE: 1^st Regiment

((MC name)): SpookyLean

((Time zone)): EST

11 hours ago, VonAulus said:

How did you survive the Nether?

Heavy parkour skills and a lot of wandering around ?

2 hours ago, Icarnus said:

best drizzy song

If i had to say one probably the motto.

15 minutes ago, shoahinsnowyfields said:

Does it ever depress you looking at old vids like that knowing you haven't seen most of those MCnames in years?

tbh it kinda does but in the end all the friends i made have stuck around me. And those are the ones that count.

Been playing the server for a while now. 8+ years!

Here are some of my achievements:

Maur Azog

Leader of the military force for the Ascended in Aegis known as the Followers of Aeriel

Nether Champion for the nation of Hanseti ruled by the Teutonic Order under the reign of Gaius Marius.

One of the three founders of Klan Azog

One of the few survivors of the Nether that wasn’t perma killed in the event.

Assisted in the founding of the first Hansetian settlement in the 2^nd map with Mirtok DeNurem

First Orc OrdenMarshall of the Teutonic Order

First and only Orc to be properly recognized as a NOBLE in the Empire of Oren under Emperor Godfrey.

Best battle I’ve fought in

Kazimir Vladov

2^nd generation Vladov

Head architect of Castle Woldzmir and Kazarmir

One of the elector counts that elected Hughes Sarkozic

Marshal of the Duchy of Adria

Yuri Vladov

Youngest privy member under Emperor John frederick

Organized the redesign of Felsen under John Sigismund

Member of the Nauzica Guard under Sir Drevin and Sir Michael Hightower

Only surviving Vladov from Kazimir’s line.

Darius Sabari

Scholar of ancient Hanseti

Colonel of the Imperial State Army

Orchestrated the escape of Empress Lorena

Planning on playing a DeNurem character soon!

Darius Sabari grunts as he plops down to read the latest edition of The Tea. “Hrmm... Good stuff today.” He smirked knowingly, reading over the first page of the newspaper.

Wow so much work being done! I hope more people are quickly accepted into the World builder team so they can help too!

“A united Empire,” He smiles, holding his hand flatly against his chest.

((I had to condense the boring parts to keep it interesting))

The Last Of The Greatest Heroes

Maur’Azog

‘Garrus’

Written by Darius

The Last of an Extinct Breed
 
 In today's age, it seems like a hero appears at every battle in hopes of being remembered by their people. Yet none made an impact on the world with his selfless act of bravery such as this Orc has. He has seen it all, from the birth a Kingdom that is today still very prominent in the Empire to deepest depths no mortal eyes have ever seen the Nether — giving up everything to maintain our plane of reality intact. This is the tale of Maur Azog.
 
Early Life
 
His tale begins at the United Aegis Coalition's recruitment site outside of Kal' Urguan where he found himself the young Martin Benedict that sought to recruit him into the coalition, selling him on the idea that he will make a name for himself alongside him fighting the Undead. Though as much as he wanted to believe it, he eventually discovered that his service to the U.A.C. would go unappreciated by the Ascended when Martin Benedict was brought into their ranks, promoting him to a commander. Under usual circumstances, this would have been viewed as something to be grateful for, though, on one stormy night, the Ascended sent the U.A.C. on an infiltration mission on the Undead keep north of the ruins of Winterfell. The mission was a complete failure and cost the lives of many U.A.C. soldiers. Upon returning, Maur found many of his comrades departing from the U.A.C., most notably that of the departure of Abeam, a fellow orc who he shared the same ideals.
 
Lost and disillusioned by this, he took a backseat as commander letting Sage Benedict take control, exonerating himself of any further responsibility. Under direct control of the Ascended, the U.A.C. rebranded as the Followers of Aeriel, which will eventually become defunct due to lack of a proper commander with the departure of the original six Ascended. A few attempts were attempted through all proved to be failures, as well. With a newly grown hatred towards the Ascended and their associates for their inept leadership for allowing romantic affairs to halt all effort in fighting the Undead, he left the Followers of Aeriel, and in the process, stole from the Ascended vault a vast amount of gold and diamonds which he used to buy himself a house in Al'Khazar.
 
The Sariant
 
As the years, the Undead taint began to spread outside of the gates of Al'Khazar. Inhabitants forced to evacuate down south. Having no intention to do so, he readied his house for the invasion to come. Bumping into his former brother in arms Abeam, with a letter of recruitment with a meetup location from the Teutonic Order despite never applying, he was accepted.
 
With no better opportunities available to the lonesome Orc, he set off towards the location given to him. There he met a disappointed Mirtok DeNurem, wary of the Orc due to his race. He was meeting another person who thought of him something less. He didn't make it known to him directly, but inside he knew. He was the last thing he wanted to see or deal with. Despite this, he continued with his assignment and escorted the Orc to Konigsberg, the base of operations for the order.
 
Upon arrival, he was greeted by the founder Hochmesiter Gaius Marius and one of his OrdenMarshalls. There was settled in and given the tabard that he would wear for the remainder of his time amongst their ranks. In the first couple of days, he learned that Sariant life was nothing like he was used to. The organization and discipline demanded from their soldiers were far beyond anything he experienced with the Ascended. There was little room for mistakes and little tolerance for disobedience. They were all here for a purpose. They were all wearing the tabard of the Teutonic Order.
 
Though such order was not of his nature - he couldn't help but question if his home was really with the Sariants of the Teutonic Order. Thus, he took a temporary leave from his duties with a pardon from Gaius Marius and traveled to Krugmar, the home of all Orcs. Yet what he found was something completely abhorrent to him. Orcs outcasting others at best and at worst, killing each other. A primitive race destined to fail from its very conception. And as Maur saw this, nothing good can sprout from a race of people who revolve their lives around hatred for anything that challenges their ego. Naive and young Maur ventured forth, unable to accept that all his people acted this way.
 
Luckily for him, he stumbled upon his brother, Urik Azog, who he had been separated for many years when he enlisted amongst the ranks of the United Aegis Coalition. He was always the opposite of Maur, hedonistic in nature, relishing in the rush of victory over another, always taking joy in his primitive race's pass times. However, Maur always excused this side of him; after all, Urik was his brother, and nothing could break the bond between these two. He knew a side of him no other would know; he knew deep down that the two shared the same opinion of the Orcs of Krugmar. Yet they held out hope for their people. He wanted something more of them though these were just the thoughts of poor naive boys yet to see the horrors that awaited them in the future.
 
The Azog
 
Upon meeting each other, Urik Azog brought his brother to Fort Azog. A simple name for a dull group of orcs at first glance. Urik brought him to the Wargoth Tadok Azog, the chief at the time, where they exchanged greetings and came to enjoy each other's company to Urik's surprise, Maur was brought under the Clan as an Azog — joining a family that he would proudly wear alongside the tabard of the Teutonic Order.
 
Maur used his knowledge of redstone circuitry to create mechanics that would protect the fort against raids that were to come from the Dwarven military. Allowing the Azogs to be the only Clan that was able to sustain an attack without casualties. His knowledge would later be written down and passed onto the goblins that would later swear underneath the Azog Klan, thinking them as progressive thinkers. With his time with the Azogs, he assisted in creating laws that would forever be followed by every generation of Azog. Written on a stone tablet, stained by the Azog trinity's blood, the words were inscribed:
 
"Azog Shall Never Kill Azog" 
 
The Scorching Fires of the Nether

Maur went months alongside his Azog brothers before being called back into service by OrdenMarshall Samuel Bealcrest, informing him that Landmeister Mirtok DeNurem will be holding a debriefing on the impending assault on the Undead. Seeing this as an opportunity to finally be a part of something far more significant than just himself, he set off back to Konigsberg, where his arrival was received with a solemn nod from his Sariant brothers — giving him a firm salute, opening the gate for the Orc. There, he met DeNurem awaiting his arrival from Krugmar. There he remembered the words almost as he had been told them just now.
 
"Pack up, Sariant. You're going to the Nether."
 
Thinking this as a joke, the Orc laughed as he just a plain rookie, waving off the Landmeister's stern tone as a joke. The Landmeister is infamously known for his seriousness, just glared at the Orc. "You have three days until you depart with brothers Segari and Abeam." It was as the Orc had lived out this moment just yesterday as he reached this part. He never seemed to stumble on his thoughts or words during his retelling.
 
On the day of departure, Hochmeister Marius bestowed the three champions of Hanseti their swords and gratitude for willfulness to serve the greater good alongside a scroll with their mission statement.
 
'Neutralize all threats.'
 
With that, the three were escorted to be where the portal to the Nether was located — meeting up with the champions hailing from the Humans, Dwarves, Elves, and Orcs. The champions looked at each other, knowing what awaited them on the other side. Completely ignored the second debriefing given by the council of nation leaders, which were simple capture and escort missions. They only needed the direct orders delivered from the Hochmeister earlier. With a final glance towards his brothers, they walked through the portal and gazing upon the Undead citadel. The final push.

Sariant Segari’s Journal -- The Nether: “Our Finest Hour”

No one ever complained about the unbearable heat in the Nether. We never felt it. Even though we were blinded by the lava spewing from above, we could see the final end of Undead at the very end of our sword’s blade. Was it only a mirage? Perhaps. But on that day, in that damned dimension, one thing was certain, our blood ran hot with dreams of victory, destroying any obstacles that stood in our way.

Provided by Maur Azog

As soon as the champions set foot in the Nether, they went to work. The boots of the champions slammed against the ground all in unison as though they were a small trained platoon, even though known knew another. They all bonded over one common goal - destroy the Undead. None of the men communicated, dispatching every servant sent by the Undead swiftly. Only grunts of men swinging their blades and hammers into decaying flesh. As they moved closer towards the very doorstep of the Undead menace, the group had opened up loosely to prevent losses from incoming fireballs sent from the citadel. At this very moment, the men of Renatus had taken this opportunity to use the chaos as a way to dispose of the Sariants sent from their rival nation. Like snakes emerging from the grass, they struck at Abeam only to be sent into a pool of lava by Segari, losing his own sword in the process.
 
The group quickly detached from the Sariants and Renatians, having moved forth into the halls of the citadel. A stare off ensued between the two opposing groups, the Sariants having nothing to say to the coward champions of Renatus. Maur and Abeam charging across the bridge with their blades up high to strike at the cowards. Though before combat between the two groups can ensue, a wave of Undead erupted from behind the Sariants and blew the bridge connecting to the entrance. The Renatians taking the chance to escape and leave the Sariants to their death. "An eye for an eye," they mocked towards the two Sariant Orcs as they scattered into the citadel. Segari looked towards Maur, tossing him his journal and his iron cross necklace wrapped in his mission statement. "Tell them my story, brother. Make sure this Sariant never dies in fires of this dimension." With a final nod, he turned and began tossing explosives towards the crowd of the Undead, sending bits and pieces flinging into the air. Hymning a final prayer as the final moments came upon him, the undead wave pushing him over the ledge and into insufferably burn in the fires.
 
With a mission still needing to be done, Abeam and Maur charged into the citadel. As the two made their way towards the group. "Honor your promise, Maur. It doesn't matter where it is or when you do it. But honor it." Maur knew he held the life of another man in his hands. What are we if we don't harbor treasured memories? He asked himself. Everything his brother had experienced written in that journal, and he trusted him with it. 

“Of course, brother. On my honor.”

As the three had come to find, the group had dwindled in numbers. All three of the Elven and Orcish champions gone with only the Dwarves and Renatians alongside the Hansetians. Though as they approached, they realized that the Renatians had attempted to convince the Dwarven heroes of an assassination attempt. Though unbeknownst to the Renatians the Teutonic Order had held a reputation to maintain a strict code of honor when dueling another.

“That don’t sound like the Sariants of the Teutonic Order, fellas” spoke up the ginger bearded dwarf.

“They lie to you, fellow champions. They struck first and caused the death of our fellow Sariant brother. Like snakes they are they try to use deception you, thinking you fools.” Sariant Abeam protested, pointing the end of his blade towards the Renatians.

“That ain’t in the nature of a Teuton, not with Gaius Marius in charge. If you lot have quarrel settle it elsewhere. Otherwise, let’s get a move on with the mission at hand.”

With that, the Dwarves trudged into a ritual room. Maur spotted a golden axe in the hand of a statue before moving on. With the two opposing groups left in the room, Renatian and Hansetian, the Renatians struck first again towards Abeam, the two so-called knights pinning the Orc up against the wall. However, the blast of Undead fireballs destroying the hall the dwarves had just gone down to which revealed a fall to the depths of the fiery pool of lava beneath them. This explosion sent Maur towards the opposite wall, rendering him unable to assist Abeam. Struggling with the Renatians, Abeam manage to get the upper hand pinning one of the two up against the wall, with an orcish grip he choked out the Renatian while his peer continuously stabbed at the Orc's gut with his dagger. As Abeam began to fall to his wounds, the wall behind the man was blown out, causing the two to fall down.
 
As Maur came to, he looked to where Abeam once stood, only to find a hole in the wall that showed the ocean of lava beneath them. "Abeam..." he whispered to himself as he rushed over to the ledge to see Abeam, holding on tightly with a Renatian held around his legs. "Maur... go. Complete the mission."

“Abeam, I can help. Let me.”

“I’m done for already, brother. Remember the mission, brother. I completed mine. Go.”

Abeam with a final nod, he handed him his mission statement before letting go and falling into the pool of lava below, killing the last of the Renatians. Maur felt the feeling he thought he would never feel again. The sense of hopelessness and loneliness. He was in literal hell by himself. Some say he shed his last tear here, for his fallen brothers. Still, disoriented Maur found his way out, ending up near the ground level of the Nether. From there, he made his way over to the Dwarves, assisting them in taking down Undead conjurers and all that stood in their way.
 
The citadel had begun to collapse, and the mission was complete. The champions had successfully escorted the package to its destination, and only one thing was left. To get out. Though as Maur searched for his way out, he found he had no more will to continue fighting as the escape was being made. His vengeance was fulfilled; all threats were neutralized. He stumbled onto a rock, taking a seat as he watched the ceiling of the nether fall down in chunks and the Dwarves escaping through the portal. He tossed open the flap of his satchel, spreading out the paper that wrapped Segari's necklace. As he threw Segari's necklace around his neck, looking out at the lava ocean, he thought; It was beautiful in a way truly that only he understood. It wasn't something any mortal was meant to see, but Maur had seen it. A simple Orc from the U.A.C. who happened to find himself at the frontlines of the defeat of the Undead because of the Teutonic Order. He grabbed Abeam and Segari's mission statement and read over it.

Primary Tasks:

“Eliminate all threats”

“Ensure the survival of Brother Maur”

• Hochmeister Gaius Marius

• OrdenMarshall Samuel Bealcrest

• Landmeister Mirtok DeNurem

He could only laugh in his grief, shaking his head. It was bittersweet to know someone was always looking out for him, even in what seemed like a mission that ensured the death of those who were assigned to them. Maur tucked the items away in his satchel and clutched onto his soulstone as the Nether collapsed around him.

Last Moments

Fate had other plans for Maur Azog that night as his soulstone triggered sending him back to the ruins of the Temple of the Monks. The wounded Orc stumbled halfway towards the sailboats and found on the ground unconscious by a Rescue crew led by Mirtok DeNurem. They quickly recovered him and all of his belongings he collected from the Nether and escorted him to the Hansetian-Teutonic Order evacuation boat.
 
Maur Azog died peacefully among his Azog brothers the night of the 16th of Horen's Calling, 1698. The same night this book was completed. The badges he earned during his service in the Teutonic Order were mysteriously delivered to his Clan with no name, but only an Iron Cross stamped in wax on the package. 
 
Today Maur Azog's actions can be seen as ways to honor his departed brothers in the Nether as he reached ranks no Orc has ever obtained in human history. His influence can be traced to the early history of Hansae, formerly known as Hanseti and the Golden Age of the Orenian Empire under Emperor Godfrey. 

Former titles include Hochmeister and OrdenMarshall of the Teutonic Order, Landmeister (Lord) of Grey Wall and Greywynn and Champion of the Nether.

Feats:

Assisted in the founding second capital city for Hanseti in Asulon

First Orc OrdenMarshall and Hochmeister

First Orc to be a obtain a land title in Hanseti

Led the exodus of Sariants from the rule of Hochmeister Black

Author’s Closing Thoughts

When I set off on this journey to find relics that were never recovered from human history, I never thought it would lead me to a story deeper than what seemed to be a simple Orc raiding band known as the Azogs. These Orcs have roots in Human and Orcish history that can be traced back to the time of Aegis. Though what I found in this particular Orc called Maur Azog was something more encapsulating than I could ever hope to find. A real hero. And the real heroes go unsung about as human history has no mention of Maur’Azog’s existence. Sadly I found this once great Orc on his death bed, too late to be celebrated as he should have been. But maybe this is the way he wanted it? A quiet life removed from the public eye after much suffering, thinking himself a coward for leaving his brothers in the Nether although he’s far from a coward. One thing is for certain and that is that Maur Azog wasn't once a hero, he is still a hero to this day. We reap the fruits of his sacrifice the day he stepped into the Nether alongside the other Champions to this day.

Written in memory of the real heroes of legend, the Nether Champions.

Author’s Sources

Archived books from the Great Library

- The History of Hanseti (Teutonic Order Era)

https://wikia.lordofthecraft.net/index.php?title=Hanseti

- ‘Our Tales of Valor’ by Grimwald DeNurem

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/133609-our-tales/?tab=comments#comment-1274522

- The Teutonic Order: Hall of Heroes

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/114637-the-teutonic-order-hall-of-heroes/?tab=comments#comment-1092675

- The Journal of Sariant Segari

- Maur Azog’s retelling of events

Noah is a part time leader of the Belvitz Watch and makes events for everyone in Belvitz, and this is without being a ET member! I bet with the abilities all Event team members get he'll be able to perform on a WHOLE new level. +1

*Artyom Vladov yawns to himself as he reads over the writ.*

"They move faster in excommunicating people than actually giving us a proper preacher!"

I actually can't remember who crafted this specific item. Everything past Vailor seems like a blur to me now because how much has happened in the amount of time. I only placed the Harbringers as the creators because of the distance between Vladovs and their fort being rather close and we obtained quite a few  RP items from them back then. A couple swords and armor pieces were among the items we managed to get. Its very likely I did get them confused with another undead themed magical monster and it may have also very well have been Sliceman who crafted this item for us because he also did as well at times. I'll edit the post in creator section just to be safe. Regardless, the item's abilities are still are very accurate and contains such an expansive amount of lore and RP built over the years as known by all former and current Vladov members. Sadly the people who were around then that obtained the sword aren't really around now and it's falls to me to go off what little I have and my trashy memory.

Name of Artifact:

Sword of Woldzmir

The Sword of Domination (Originally)

Is this a combat related Artifact? If marked as “no”, it will not be usable in combat situations:

Yes.

MC Name of person(s) currently in possession of Artifact:

SpookyLean

RP Name of person(s) currently in possession of Artifact:

Artyom Vladov

MC Name of creator(s) of Artifact (N/A if not applicable):

Undead

RP Name of creator(s) of Artifact (N/A if not applicable):

Undead

Screenshots showcasing the attempted creation of the artifact (use an imgur album or a spoiler please | if an event item just screenshot the item itself | If you're resubmitting an old MArt put N/A?

Screenshot of the item moderator approved item from the event back in Athera. If I can find the original screenshot of the item when it was called the Sword of Domination I'll post it here.
https://imgur.com/a/mwafPSX

MC Item description (the exact description that will be used for the MC item if this MArt is accepted):

The Sword of Woldzmir once belonged to the famed commander Emma Vladov, the last and only wielder of the blade, before being locked away in the vault until now.. Beside it’s notable reputation it holds from its past owners it is rumored to have had magical abilities that’ll enhance the wielder's. The sword is clearly not crafted by just any smith, having a dark twisted obsidian hilt. The rainguard is adorned five dark gems along it that'll glow an amber color when lit. The material was a dark soot one, that wouldn't be recognizable to the eye unless they knew of the sword's origins.

Effect(s) of Artifact:

As soon as you set your eyes upon the blade you'd know that it wasn’t crafted or even decorated using conventional means. The hilt was made of obsidian and decorated with five dark gems embedded along the rainguard that’ll usually glow a bright amber once fed with the soul of a living being (a soul for each gem). Once the Sword is fed with the life force of another creature it grants the wielder a minor health regeneration (only in RP), which its effectiveness will depending on how many of the gems are full. In combat the sword could be set ablaze on command by wielder or remain in its natural state where it emits a amber aura.
When the sword has one soul in it’s gem the sword can only be set ablaze.
When two souls are stored in sword the health regeneration can be activated.
Three allow the swords effectiveness to double.
Four souls allow the sword to speak to the user and interact in broken common in the form of 'whispers'.
Five allows the sword to effectively work to its full capabilities, occasionally giving the wielder visions of it’s past owners from their eyes.

Red Lines of Artifact:

The magical capabilities of the sword is limited to the amount of souls trapped within the blade.
The sword burns through the souls of creatures within a week of the last it was fed.
The blade and it gemstones can be shattered rendering stripped of its abilities until it’s repaired.
Aurum blades and holy weapons free souls from entrapment each strike until they’ve all dissipate.
Susceptible to Holy Magic instantly freeing all the souls in the gemstones and perhaps breaking the blade.

Explanation of effect(s) (i.e. how it does what it does - slight bending of magic lore is allowed):

The Artefact in reality drains the raw essence of life itself from the creature which would fall underneath necromancy. With the spare life-force entrapped within the gems of the sword it’ll heal it’s user of all physical wounds, how quickly is dependent on the gems lit at the time. The sword would be the conduit and the only way the wielder would be able to perform this form of Dark magic. If commanded by the user, the sword can also be a conduit for Fire Evocation setting the blade in a raging blaze with the use of a gemstone. Since the sword was crafted using dark magic the sword at times gives glimpses of the past from past wielders which can be confused for whispers by the user.
 

Number of duplicates of this Artifact:

One.

Do you agree to keep the MT updated on the whereabouts and ownership of this Artifact by using the Magic List Errors?:

Yes.

Have you applied for this Artifact before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

No.

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Summit At The Crow’s Perch

A retelling of events from Artyom Vladov's point of view

17th of The First Seed, 1667

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Violence wasn’t a rare thing in the Human Kingdoms. It’s practically a way of life for everyone who reside there nowadays. What is rarer in the Human realms is solving a problem diplomatically, though when a man challenges another man’s ego. That’s when things get very bloody and dirty. It’s war.

“Thank you all for meeting me here today, Lords of Adria. I brought you all here to discuss a plan of action against the Courlandic force who threatens our way of life. To get a better understanding of the situation I have also invited the Lord Marshal of Renatus to assist us in our planning.” Artyom wasn’t one to question the direction Duke John Sarkozic believed is the best course. There must be another way, he thought. Though thinking back on the Courlandic policy throughout their reign. This might very well be the only choice they have of returning Adria to a state of normalcy.

“As you all know, there has been an occupation of the King’s land known as Whitepeak. Despite once throwing all our men into defending the land against bandits and other factions, we must now siege it. And retake the land that rightfully belongs to our kingdom. This won’t be easy but Adria will commit all the manpower available.” Artyom stood there watching his Duke speak to his people. Everyone looked up to him with pride to see the man who has led us so far only lead us through another path filled with more trials and tribulations knowing there will be light at the end of this tunnel. Nobody has ever been able to recreated the Duchy of Adria since it’s destruction at the hands of the Savoyard King. To question him would be to question the sweat and blood he’s invested into making a home for our people. Artyom wasn’t there for the start of Adria unlike his cousin, Maxim, he barely has even contributed a thing in its infancy. Regardless, he couldn’t help in getting the feeling that the Duchy of Adria was in the right hands and John Sarkozic’s word was not to be questioned.

Maxim interrupted his train of thought by giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. “How are you, cos?” he said with his deep, booming, voice. “I’m fine, cousin,” Artyom replied to him, gesturing for him to step out to the back. “What is it you need, Artyom?” He remained silent setting a helmet and a warhammer on the table. “What are these... -Where did you get these cousin?” Artyom couldn’t help but to chuckle at his disbelief and gave a pat to each item as he spoke. “This is the Warhammer of Sigmar and the Helmet of Kazimir Vladov, our ancestors, cousin.” Maxim looked at him with a frown, giving him another more rougher punch on the shoulder. “I know this! Who do you think me to be? A fool?” Artyom stumbled back as he wasn’t used to Maxim’s full force being used against him. “At ease, cousin. I only jest of course. I carried them all this time myself. The hammer is yours rightfully, Maxim. It is birthright.” He stood watching as Maxim lifted the hammer in his hands for the first time, nothing had ever suited him better. The iconic warhammer of Sigmar always seemed to look at home in the hands of a Vladov from his lineage. “And the helmet...? Artyom? Kazimir was your great ancestor surely it must be worn by you, cousin!” Artyom replied with a simple shake of his head, “It is not for me. I’m not worthy to wear such a thing. But you are Maxim, wear it in the field as when Kazimir did and bring honor to our house. Remind people who the Vladovs are.” Artyom watched as his cousin stood there and took in what he had said to him. “It would be my honor to champion the legacy of Kazimir. Our family, cousin. I thank you. It seems like all we need now is the swo-” Maxim glanced back to the crowd shuffling to the front of the maps scouts had gathered, giving Artyom a pat on the shoulder. “Let us head back, cousin. They’re going to start without us.”

As Artyom made his way back to the crowd, he realized how the crowd was much larger than those that were invited. The Lord Marshal was expected but not Prince Augustus along with a few other Lords of Renatus for his entourage. I suppose it was better to make no announcement, who knows what if the Courlandic forces have any spies watching over them. The opposition would take any chance at taking a shot at the Kingdom, the Vladov thought to himself. “I have gathered all the vital intel we have at our disposal for this upcoming battle. It is best we cooperate within our leadership so that there is no miscommunication between our forces. For this reason alone I have commissioned a perfect model of Whitepeak and the surrounding lands.” The duke wasn’t lying as well. There was a large model of Whitepeak that was very accurate sitting in the courtyard, it was hard to miss. “So shall we proceed?” John asked the crowd as he clasped his hands together with a look of confidence.

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Something More . . .

A retelling of events from Artyom Vladov's point of view

10th of The Grand Harvest, 1666

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The Vodnik

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“A waterborne parasite of unknown origin, they first started appearing after a large wave ravaged a coastal village near Flotsam. Riders reported that its inhabitants had risen up once again, calling help that the Undead have returned. A contingent of clerics were sent by the local governor to deal with the threat, only to witness the clerics back away in a hurry as their holy spells did little to stop them. It was only after the soldiers moved in to hack the corpses into pieces, did they reveal the parasite writhing among the rotting heart. They call the parasite Vodnik, or evil water spirit in the Ruskan tongue.”

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Part I

Duchy of Adria, Belvitz.

It was around mid-day and everyone had come to the tavern to rest and enjoy the remainder of the daylight. Artyom was dancing in the middle of the tavern with Anya Ivanovich as Lazslo strummed his lute for the crowd. Today felt special, everyone Artyom knew in Belvitz was here; Maxim, Maya, Ros, Azaerya, Hugh, Erik, Broos, Vladan, Caleb and even the duke himself, John Sarkozic. Cups were clinking and people cheering along to Lazslo’s music was all he heard in there. “You should loosen up some more, Artyom. Dancing should free your spirit!” said Lady Ivanovich to Artyom. He wasn’t much of a dancer himself, he thought he’d entertain the Lady Ivanovich for a while. “I’ll get bett-” “Help! Help!” A sharp cry for help screamed from down the street. “Seems like somethin’ is going on...” Ros spoke from near the entrance of the tavern. Artyom’s gaze jumped between faces as all of them turned to one of concern. Belvitz was a quiet town and rarely ever was there a situation in this quiet town.

As everyone began to stand up, Ros and Azaerya were already making their way outside. "I best get to my husband! Laszlo! Where are you?," worriedly said Lady Ivanovich to Artyom. "Uh yes. I’m going to investigate the commotion." Artyom moves as he grabbed his coat thrown over the stool behind him. Coming down the steps of the exit still putting on his coat, Artyom looked to Caleb as he sprung out of his smithy's doors with an aurum blade. "They be sayin' it’s monsters!" he shouted as he ran towards the river trying to catch up to the crowd. Artyom recognized the blade, he had one laying around his manor somewhere. Perhaps he'll need it. "I can stop by my house to pick it up.. Just incase." He followed the crowd from behind before taking a detour to his house to pick up his blade. The blade was aged but it’ll certainly cut down anything that comes his way. On his way over to where everyone was, the first thing he heard was the man from earlier. “It’s in the river by that cave over there!”

Artyom glanced to where the man was pointing, there was indeed a cave there but it’s been there for a while now. The man was speaking to an Imperial soldier who happen to be in Adria and saw the commotion. “I suppose I’ll go investigate what’s in it” The soldier said. “I’ll take you there, sir. Have your blade ready they’ve killed already and I don’t think they ain’t goin’ to do it again.” Artyom watched as they paddled their boat over to the cave where they stopped and stepped out. They were on the other side of the river and too far to hear from where Artyom was standing. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to go in...” Caleb said, watching next to him. Though Artyom’s attention was on Caleb’s aurum blade. “That’s a unique sword, Crider.” Caleb raised his blade up to Artyom, “It’s for monster huntin’! Been collectin’ some dust in my shop for a while now.” The Vladov hadn’t heard of a blade used for monsters. He looked to his waist at the aurum blade, “I didn’t know that..”

Part II

“ARgh!” A voice shouted from across the river. Someone was struggling with something beneath the water. Splashes of water jumped all around and then a pool of blood began to form where the man once stood. The Imperial soldier looked around and still trying to save the man from beneath. Eventually the soldier shouted to where Artyom and the crowd had gathered. “Something has grabbed him from below! We have to go into the cave!” Artyom sighed to himself, all hope of not getting involved diminishing. “I guess we’re going in...” He looked to his left and right until Hugh spoke up, “Someone has to stay and protect these pretty ladies... I’ll stay.” Hugh took a single step back standing next to Maya, Anya and another lady wondering what was going on here. “Right,” he sighed to himself making his way down to the docks. No boat was nearby and the only other way was by the bridge and would take longer than just swimming. “Guess I’m swimmin’..” he closes his eyes and dives head first into the river, swimming across. “Are we going inside?” asked Azearya. “No.” replied Ros.

I’m going to get myself killed thought Artyom as he got closer and closer to the cave.

Darkness... The cave smelled of rotten corpses and of fish. Dead fish. “Disgusting..” he muttered to himself as proceeded into the depths of the cave. Just ahead he saw the Imperial soldier holding a torch and fighting the strange creature. A vodnik. He stood there with his aurum sword drawn but before he could even lift his blade the soldier cut down the vodnik. He brought down his blade to the creature’s head where the parasite attached itself. “Was it only you that arrived, boy?” he asked Artyom. He kept his sword raised, keeping an eye out for anymore vodniks. “No, we’re here as well,” a voice spoke from behind Artyom. It was Vladan, Erik and Duke John Sarkozic. “Good. Arms at the ready there’s more coming!” replied the Imperial soldier. The soldier guessed right and the area was completely filled with vodniks. Six of them stood in a crescent shape, swinging their arms at the five men. The Imperial soldier growled and charge at the vodniks. Artyom stood there astonished by the bravery of this man. Seeing no point of just standing there and letting the man get overwhelmed by the vodniks, Artyom raised his blade and began to charge closely behind him at the vodniks. The pair quickly took down two vodniks single-handedly, blood spurting out of the corpses. Soon after the two slew two vodniks the pair were joined by the others. Nothing but blood and guts riddled the cave and the aroma of rotten decomposing flesh.

A sharp cry emits from further down the cave. “We’ve ran into a nest of them it seems..” Artyom yelled, pointing his sword at the direction of the screams. It wasn’t long before the five were met with another group of vodniks. Only it seemed if he had blinked his eyes before they were there again. “How many more...” Artyom panted, exhausted from the vodniks barrage of bodies against the men. “We almost got them...” grunted the Imperial soldier. A vodnik threw itself at Artyom biting its teeth in the air in front of him. He couldn’t keep it up any longer, he was exhausted from the endless amount of vodnik waves it seemed.

Part III

“Yaaaaaaah!” echoed from behind the group of men fending off the overwhelming amount of vodniks. A child armed with a slingshot and aurum balls for ammunition. The child fell from above, sticking his landing, he quickly rose and fired in rapid succession at the vodniks. The aurum balls flew directly above Artyom’s head, hitting the one in front of him on the head. The vodnik was completely dazed by the hit, enabling Artyom to tackle the vodnik with his blade and impale it to the ground. The vodnik shrieked at Artyom, attempting to swing it’s sharp claws at him. “Stab at the parasite!” screamed one of the men. Artyom quickly retracted his blade from the vodnik’s chest, stabbing at the parasite that looked more like a tumor to him. The vodniks outstretched hands fell flat on the stone floor, falling dead. Artyom dropped to his knees exhausted. He lifted his arm up to his brow, wiping the sweat thats built over the fight. The boy walked ahead of the group with his slingshot in hand and pointed deeper into the cave.  “Come on now, we still have one more area below,” The soldier bellowed as he pulls out the blade from vodnik’s corpse. “We don’t want them coming back.” Artyom stared at the darkness in silence, exhaling deeply.

“Get up, Vladov. We must ensure the safety of Belvitz and its people.” ordered John Sarkozic, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Of course, your grace. I was just catching my breath for a moment..” Artyom picked himself up, using his blade as a post to help lift himself. “Thank you,” bowing his head to the kid. The kid’s facial features smiled back at Artyom, giving him a brisk nod.

Part IV

As the six proceeded deeper down the cave, there was a giant lake in the center with floating corpses about in the pitch black waters. “Villagers...” whispered Vladan as he lit his torch. The six stood there by the edge of the lake. The room was completely empty and something felt off. There was no signs of any vodniks or life but something wasn’t right. Yet the smell of vodnik was still lingering in the area, very heavily. “Stay close,” Vladan barks, pointing his blade at the water. Something was moving beneath it and it was fast. The Vladov stood there and watched as more waves in the water began to appear. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Eight vodniks at the most hidden underneath the dark pool. Water erupted upwards from the lake only a few feet from where Artyom stood. Three vodniks appeared from beneath the lake, screeching at the group.

The vodniks were quick and ferocious with their attack on the men of Renatus giving them barely any time to prepare. Erik was the first to engage the vodniks who rushed them, clotheslining one. Artyom watched as Erik ruthlessly choked the creature by the neck, holding it down. The creature squirmed on the floor until it’s head just bursted with blood and brains covering Erik’s face. Again the men were engaged in combat with the monsters, slicing limb after limb off the corpses of the vodniks only to have them rise up and fight once more. Being distracted, two monsters began to corner Artyom as he inched back against the wall. His gaze shifting between the vodniks and the men of fighting their own battles. One of them lurched forward onto Artyom, pinning him to the ground. He kept his blade upwards, impaling it before it can get close to devour the Vladov. Artyom struggled to keep his blade up against the air, trying as hard he could to keep the distance between the vodnik’s mouth and himself. “I’m pinned!” he shouted to Vladan and Erik as they as well fought their own fights.

Gr-gr-k-k-grk! All Artyom saw was red now... Was this death. Can this be the final moments of my life...? He thought as he felt a warmness flow onto his body. First his face then his torso.. This can’t be it he thought there was so much in life to experience for him and he wasn’t ready to accept his fate just yet. Not till he’s made a name for himself in the realm. Throwing his shoulders up from the ground with the sudden adrenaline running through his veins. Artyom shouted at the creature, finding the strength to push himself from being pinned and overpowered it with little resistance. The blood cleared from his visage only to find the two creatures had already been slain by John Sarkozic and the warmness he felt was the blood of the vodnik’s that had him pinned. “Get up!” he offered his hand to Artyom. “We still have a few more to kill before you go off dying!” he shouted to him as he pulled him up to his feet. “Yes, your grace.” Artyom replied, wiping his face of vodnik blood and guts.

Just as Artyom was getting ready to fight the remainder of the vodniks he heard a man shouting at the top of his lungs. There was only one man that could be that loud and vulgar, and that was Broos Wellis. “Getcha arses a fuckin’ ploughin’ ya fuckin’ bags of flesh!” Broos shouted as he rushed down the cave only to fall on his rear end from a ledge up above. Luckily he wasn’t alone either, close behind him followed Azaerya, more carefully making her way down to the group. “The **** have you guys woken up?!” She’s scream at the group, yet not looking at them but behind them. Artyom swiftly turned to look at what Azaerya was looking at only to be met with the biggest of the vodniks break out into a painful screech. This one wasn’t like the others, it was fat, taller and... stronger. “Make this monster into ashes!” Broos shouted to Azaerya as he charged at the vodnik only to be smacked aside quite easily by it. It sent Broos off his two feet and flying towards the rocks piled up against the stone wall. This was turning bad and the chances of getting out were getting smaller. Artyom kept his sword up at the beast, inching back until he hit the stone wall. There was no escape. “If we don’t make it... It was an honor fighting with you all,” said the imperial soldier. Artyom wasn’t focused on anything said but figuring out how the group will manage to make themselves out of this place. His gaze jumped around frantically until he stopped on Azaerya, standing dead center in front of the vodnik, her gaze staring at the monster. Artyom stared at her until a flame began to emit from where her mouth was and realized what she was doing. “Get down!” yelled Vladan. Artyom didn't wait a second and dived directly into the lake. A stream of fire flew directly to the vodnik, engulfing it in flames. The explosion shaked the entire cave and made a deafen boom, destroying anything that stood near it. Or so he thought.

Part V

Finally was it over. seems so. Artyom thought to himself. He started to swim to the surface and began to make his way to where Broos was last at. “Broos? Erik? ....Anyone?” he shouted in the empty cave now lit with the burning corpse of the giant vodnik. “Argh... my back.” Broos groaned further from where he was last at, throwing the melted shield to the side. Other then his injured peg leg, Broos only lost a little bit of hair, which was remarkable due what the blast did to the shield. “Where is everyone else...?” asked Broos. Artyom shrugged, “I’ve only found you so far.” He then turned to the lake, scanning the lake for the rest. He saw bubbles floating up to the surface of the water until Vladan jumped out from beneath gasping for air. From there he was followed by everyone else all spread among the area. “I thought you al-” Artyom was interrupted by a stone falling from the ceiling. He looked up to the ceiling with cracks that were quite visible, signaling that the cave was starting to collapse on them. “Let’s go!” Artyom shouted to the rest as he ran to Broos, throwing his arm around his shoulders, helping him along in the escape.

The fighting was over for Artyom Vladov and the men and now it was time to return home. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw the sunlight, it felt as if they were down there for decades. Artyom dragged his friend Broos along the cave as they climbed up and out to the sunlight. Finally they’ve escaped the hell they’ve went into. None of the men and women who delved into the cave had died but they’ll certainly never forget that they saw down there. Artyom will certainly never forget.

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OOC INFO/CREDITS

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Event Curator - Sseanie

Artyom Vladov - SpookyLean

Anya Ivanovich - Devvy

Azaerya - Numirya

Broos Wellis - ___Jacko_

Caleb Crider - Abeam1

Erik Torberg - RedfaceKilla

Imperial Soldier - BigMacMoMo

John Sarkozic - VonGrool

Hugh - Pbuh

Robert von Gilead ‘the Child’ - Hero_Prodigy

Ros - Ternate/Architecus

Vladan Valek - Kid_Mackin

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3 minutes ago, Naruto_Uzumaki said:

Name: Naruto Uzumaki

Age: 18

Race: Easterner

Allegiance (Current nation of residence): Konoha

Past Military Experience: Hokage

None-Military Experience/Skills: Eating Ramen

 

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“I've never been so sure about anything in my life. You are our future.”

The man remains silent for a few brief minutes with  a deep huff of air that’ll draw out from his mouth into the cool, piercing, winds of the winter’s night flowing in through the windows of a desolate cabin in the north, nothing but tall spruce trees to surround it. A baby, just recently born from the looks of it, rests in the arms of the grizzled elderly man. He sits on the wooden armchair near the fireplace, only crackling from the fire burning on the logs to disturb the silent room. Though tranquility surrounds the two, nobody else seems to matter to the two of them.

His wrinkled face looks down at the newborn, smiling with happiness. Her golden hazel eyes glimmer back at him in the dimly lit room, curiosity, playfulness and interest all bundled in her. Though innocence is all he sees in the newborn. “Hello there Camille, I’m grandpa Yuri,” he says speaking in a parched shriveled voice, thinking if he is worthy of this gift. The girl babbling and giggling back at him as she reaches out to grab his tabard, pulling on it in response. He sits there laughing dryly as he reminisces of his childhood.

A younger energetic yet a shy boy in the Imperial Palace. He still remembers how he kept busy by socializing with the maids of the palace and, at times, the Empress herself but usually just a errand boy to her. His appointment into the Imperial Privy at age fourteen. The way he developed a relationship with his childhood sweetheart, his first and only true friend and its abrupt grim end. His service to the Emperor’s royal guard, the Nauzica. All of which molded him to the man he is and brought him here, with his grandchild in his arms, a cub, a Vladov. God long thought dead to this scarred man after all the trials and tribulations placed in front of him throughout his life. Despite his doubt all has been proven wrong by this delicate gift that rests in his arms. Tears of joy run down his wrinkled face, rocking the child in his arm. “Look at what god made, mother…”

He wipes the tears off his face as he feels someone watching. He pans his gaze slowly to the two humanoid figures standing at the doorway hidden by the darkness of the room, one dwarfing the other. A sudden feeling of shock overcomes his face as he continues to stare at the two. His son and his other grandchild he's yet to meet...

Teutonic Order: Canonist League Annulment Decree

    This document is to serve as a formal notice to the realm and the Canonist League of the Teutonic Order’s departure from said league. The Teutonic Order, after much review, has deemed the leadership of the league inept and uncommunicative since its joining. Pontiff Lucien V refuses to clarify the stance of the Canonist League after accusations of latent Imperialism arose. The Order views this as a sign of recklessness and carelessness within the head of the league’s governing department and has been forced into withdrawing. The Teutonic Order cannot and will not be associated with a leadership forced upon it that serves its signees so poorly and performs such actions as they have. Despite its departure from the Canonist League the Teutonic Order will continue to lend its hand in support against the foul beast beyond that threaten the realm and all its people.

-The Teutonic Order-

+1 had to or he'll ban me when he becomes gm

18 hours ago, Skylez1 said:

Name: Kaevryn Goltmann

 

Age: 26 years of age

 

Race: Human, Heartlander and Highlander mix

 

Allegiance (Current nation of residence): Carasca

 

Past Military Experience: Served in the Royal Hansetic Army.

 

None-Military Experience/Skills: Apothecary, brewer of concoctions. Practitioner of the Void, Earth as well Transfiguration. 

 

 

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MC Name: Skylez1

 

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19th of the Deep Cold, 1607

A crowd of Sariants gather around in the rallying hall of the newly constructed castle. Murmurs travel around the Sariants curious on why the Hochmeister has called for a meeting. They continue to till the Hochmeister makes a complete stop in the center of the dais, flanked by his two OrdenMarschalls. He pauses for a brief moment, looking at the crowd gathered before them, speaking in a authoritative voice he begins to address them.  “Sariants, today we are here to commemorate our fallen heroes. The heroes listed represent what it means to be a Sariant of the Order. Despite these heroic acts they committed they are not recognized in any form by humanity, yet we remember them. These men here are a testament that we are all equal under the Black Cross which we serve. We stand here today because of these men.” Sergei shifts his gaze around the faces of Sariants eager to serve yet much to learn. In the momentarily silence the Sariants break into a hymn in remembrance of their brothers of old.

Teutonic Order: Hall of Heroes

Gaius Marius - Virtues: Diplomacy and Honor

The Founder and Father of the Teutonic Order and The Realm of Hanseti, was a man of pure legend. Much of his exploits have been recorded in not only our own history but the histories of every race and nation as his contributions to the world are numerous and nearly uncountable. He was the bringer of a new age of both warfare and thinking, revolutionizing the medium and methods that battle was conducted. He was able to crumble defenses and staunch allegiances with nothing but his words. When words were simply not enough he commanded a campaign that saw the unthinkable become reality, the fall of the Kingdom of Oren, the first ever instance of such a feat ever recorded. He ruled with tact, compassion, intelligence and fairness; He understood what was required of him, what was required of all men he lead into battle and he knew the answer to some of the hardest of questions that would more than certainly have caused lesser men to buckle under the weight. Gaius Marius is and shall always be heralded as one of the greatest heroes to ever live, joining ranks among the ancient legends of the races’ origins. His own origins are a story of strength and dedication as he pulled himself from a world lost to the people of Aegis, rose from nothing and built himself an Order that fulfilled its founding purpose to the very letter. We of the Teutonic Order and even the Realm of Hanseti remember such a man for everything that he did. He saved humanity from falling total victim to the legions of the Undead and their master Iblees. He stabilized an entire race and did so without looking to further his own benefit. He made sacrifices that few could truthfully say they would have made. He showed everyone that anyone can change the world, that the power rested in the those who could look away from the mundane, from the lavishness of nobility, from the shadow of evil; That they can rise, they can fight and they can win. Trust in one another, trust in your brothers and sisters, your comrades in arms and anything can be made a reality. Gaius Marius is a true legend.

Viador - Virtues: Rectitude and Initiative

Viador was among the first of the Orders heroes. He was brought into the Order during the absorption of the Nords from Sargoth, with him Samuel Bealcrest. Much of Viador and his works have been lost in time, through the many years and even centuries since his service in the Order. He was a grand architect of whom can be accredited with the standardization of a Hansetian style architecture. His ability to plan and coordinate the formations of cities proved a great value both during the creation of the Realm of Hanseti and the touchdown during the migration to Asulon. He was able to raise a masterpiece of national creation that was the envy of all other nations in its day, causing a wave of new citizens to spill into the Realm and breath with it a new kind of life. On top of his civil contributions, Viador ascended to the position of OrdernMarschall, winning several victories for the Realm and the Order against some of our earliest foes. He was the shining example of selfless service and tireless effort, which would eventually take him. Viador was lost to the Order in the deep, dark depth of the Motherland; with a pick in one hand and a short sword in the other.

Samuel Bealcrest - Virtues: Patience and Sincerity

Samuel Bealcrest was the next Hochmeister after Gaius, specifically named and called upon to lead the Nation and The Order into a new age without its founding father. He was a well liked and well respected member of the Order, bringing glory and victory to its name through his work as an OrdernMarschall on the field of battle but also at home with his brothers via his ability to maintain morale and unity among the ranks. His efforts brought historical events into the Orders past, his decisions deciding the fate of many and the effects of those decisions have resonated onward and into the present. He was a leader that saw the benefit and the duty in service to the people of Hanseti, changing focus of the Order from conquest into self improvement and providence of its subjects. He was always kind, caring and compassionate towards his civilians and was regaled as a hero of the people. His reign marked the first era that oversaw the development of a Nation and the progress of a people. His death was attributed to assassination via the Blood Mages of Asulon, of which he slew many during his final moments of life.

Praxedis - Virtues: Diligence and Industry

Praxedis was a Dwarven Sariant who committed much of his time and service in the production of metals for the Nation and The Order. He was a great warrior, a respectable comrade and always made sure the progress of the Order was placed before his own personal pursuits. He can also be attributed for sparking the economic revolution of Hanseti in Asulon, stocking and manning the first stores and stalls of Dresden, the Nation's capital. He served loyally until his homelands recalled every Dwarf in Asulon to their cavernous capital, he had had done good by the Order and was allowed to leave in response to a new calling.

Dain Farhammer - Virtues: Assertiveness and Defiance

Dain Farhammer was also a Dwarven Sariant who served for many years in the Order. He had joined during the more early eras of the Order, striving to perform at the greatest extent of his skills both in terms of warfare and labor. He arose the ranks of the Order all the way to OrdernMarschall where he served as a sort of left hand to Hochmeister Mirtok. Dain was a sound individual who saw aspects of current events and situations that no one else could, resulting in some of the most difficult but necessary decisions by the Order. He was a savior of many lives and the taker of many more, his service to the Order brought with it great glory but also great shame. He was eventually befallen by indoctrination by long time enemies of The Order, The Flays under the guise of House Blackmont, assuming the position of Hochmeister in the absence of Mirtok and plunging the Order into an age of strife and hardship. In the end, his actions were neutralized in the sense of good and bad. Both a zealous loyalist and a traitor, he gave his everything for the Order and he was killed because of it.

Tesawa - Virtues: Strength and Practice

Tesawa was the first Champion of The Order and among the first to bear the Black Cross. He was a warrior through and through, everything he did was combat, from countless victories in the arena to heavy presence on the battlefield. He could always be found practicing his swordsmanship or aiding his comrades by training his fellow members skills. He was able to inspire his brothers to do more, to fight harder and to turn even the most hopeless of battles into some of the greatest of victories. He held no fear when facing the Undead and would charge headlong into heavy magic artillery fire in order to secure an opening for the rest of his comrades to do battle. His ability with a blade was legendary during early Aegis and his physical capabilities were the rival of all those who would challenge him. He was eventually lost during the end times of Aegis, never making it onto the departing boats sailing through the escape portal.

Maur Azog - Virtues: Loyalty and Dedication

Among the many heroes of the Order, one of the most highly regarded of Sariants in the Order has to be the hailed Maur Azog. An Orc by birth, Maur was a member of the Ascended’s forces dedicated towards the opposition of the darkness of Iblees followers. He eventually found his way into joining the ranks of the Teutonic Order with a few others from his original organization. From there, Maur rose the ranks steadily, performing his duties as a Sariant with loyalty, dedication and heart. Through some of the Order’s hardest moments, Maur has stuck by his comrades, never faltering in his service to the Cross. After the death of Gaius, Maur was selected by the then OrdernMarschall Mirtok DeNurem to become one of Hanseti’s champions in the Nether during the final days of Aegis. He, along with two others, ventured into the Nether with the rest of the world's champions and battled evils, horrors and darkness never before seen by mortal eyes. Much about what transpired in the Nether has never been fully explained nor understood, only that it took the greatest of strengths our world had to offer in order to complete the dire mission at hand. In the end, only a very small handful of champions were able to crawl out alive, Maur Azog among them. In his later years of membership, Maur remained ever faithful and dedicated. Eventually ascending to the position of OrdernMarschall and even in some of the Order’s darkest eras, he stepped up and assumed the responsibilities of Hochmeister without fully taking on the name. Maur is a true example of what it means to be a Sariant; fiercely loyal, eternally dedicated and zealous to every cause of the Order, he is a hero to be admired and to be remembered for an eternity.

Segari - Virtues: Service and Sacrifice

Sariant Segari was one of the three Hansetian champions to volunteer to undertake a dire mission into the Nether in order to stop the forces of Iblees from destroying the world. Though he was not able to return from his mission, reports depict him performing his proper duties as a Sariant of the Teutonic Order in the face of the worlds greatest evil. He fought until his alleged dying breath, with the fire and zeal of a real warrior. His contributions to the Order, to the Nation and to the World are ones to be truly admired. He along with his partner in the Nether are the only members of the Order to be awarded the Black Fist for their sacrifice.

Abeam - Virtues: Service and Sacrifice

Sariant Abeam was one of the three Hansetian champions to volunteer to undertake a dire mission into the Nether in order to stop the forces of Iblees from destroying the world. Though he was not able to return from his mission, reports depict him performing his proper duties as a Sariant of the Teutonic Order in the face of the world's greatest evil. He fought until his alleged dying breath, with the fire and zeal of a real warrior. His contributions to the Order, to the Nation and to the World are ones to be truly admired. He along with his partner in the Nether are the only members of the Order to be awarded the Black Fist for their sacrifice.

Tadok Azog and Urik Azog - Virtues: Brotherhood and Community

The Azogs were and are an Orcish clan for the Orcish race. Their history in their races lands is a long and interesting one, filled with great duty, betrayal and redemption. The Azogs involvement with the Order came in the form of great need. Maur Azog was able to broker an agreement with the clan and the Hochmeister during their era that they were worth saving. Their own nation was threatening to completely destroy the clan, and thus they had nowhere else to go, so the Order took them in. From then on, the Azogs proved to be among the loyalest and strongest of warriors in the ranks of the Teutonic Order. A true testament to the power forged between the early Order and the once stable forces of the Orcs, the Azogs proved to be invaluable allies in the face of our enemies; Always fighting with ultimate zeal and producing resources that allowed the Order and the Nation to thrive. Members of the Azog were also integral to several of the Orders works in the fields of study and engineering, possessing the skills necessary in order for the Order to create the legendary works that we did. After the fall of the first Order and the rise of the second, the Azogs were given the freedom to pursue their own desires in reward for their unyielding and valiant service.

Eldak Songsteel - Virtues: Toughness and Confidence

Eldak Songsteel is the absolute legend of the Order. Among his many titles he is The Undefeated, hailing as the reigning champion of over 10 annual tournaments and the champion of countless unique arena championships throughout his time in the Order. His remarkable skill with most weapons is truly astounding and an inspiration to any aspiring member of the Order. His greatest contributions to the Order can all be found on the field of battle, smashing through whole regiments of enemy forces and coming out victorious. His presence would drive his comrades to perform with great skill in the face of some of the hardest foes. His tactility and multi-directional strategic fortitude revolutionized The Orders methods of warfare and brought about the strongest forms of defensive capabilities the world has ever seen. His efforts have repealed thousands of The Orders enemies and brought about the death of even more. Eldak served as an OrdernMarschall for decades eventually retiring to the position of Grand Sariant and taking up advisory council among the Komturei. He is the embodiment of the Teutonic warcry “No Retreat, No Surrender, No Mercy!”

Mirtok DeNurem - Virtues: Intellect and Veneration

Mirtok DeNurem is accredited for most of the Order’s success throughout the ages. Many Sariants view him as the last of the legendary heroes of the Teutonic Order. Under his reign the Teutonic Order experienced an unstoppable wave of nationalism causing new Sariants to take up the Black Cross in unprecedented numbers. Many saw him as a rallying point for the Hansetian peoples at the time and the venerable protector of the nation. His influence wasn't merely contained to the Order itself but was felt by every race of the old worlds. Of his most notable accomplishments were the successful military campaigns against the ‘Xenos’ abominations and believed spawns of the foul taint of Iblees, earning him the title of “The Purifier” amongst his brothers. He was as innovative as much as he was a strategic genius. Despite his primary position as the leader of a military order, he championed many research projects yielding many groundbreaking innovations that would otherwise never have come to light under traditional means. Most of these inventions are either still used or archived for safe keeping within the vaults of the Order centuries since the old Hochmeister’s era. His very name is the stuff of legends, striking fear or admiration in the hearts of many as his legacy persists ever more even in his absence. The groundwork he left behind has been the guiding hand for all those who bear the Black Cross for generations past.

((Submissions written and edited by Jontillmon and SpookyLean))

On 4/18/2017 at 3:26 AM, PorkNchopS said:

 

Name: Edward Vonkrenol

Age: 34

Race: Human

Allegiance (Current nation of residence): N/A

Past Military Experience: Started as a squire under the Sylvestre Halcourt. Was recruited into the HRE legion and joined the officers after a successful order leading troops during a dwarven seige.

None-Military Experience/Skills: Never been much of a grinder due to commanding others. I do enjoy staying in the mines if needed.

 

OOC Information:

MC Name: PorkNchopS

Skype Name (Used for updates, news and information):Augustus or jacob18farr. Some members should have it.

Have you been in the Order before?: Was in it for around a week with slice >.> ended up being pkd and that was that ;-;

Do you plan to make this character one of your primary?: Yes

22 hours ago, Beast720 said:

Name: Aldrich Dufay

 

Age: 33

 

Race: Human

 

Allegiance (Current nation of residence):

Used to be personal guard to the King of Lorraine but left after his assassination.

 

Past Military Experience:

Worked as an elite guard in a Royal Household guard force.

 

None-Military Experience/Skills:

Miner and Smith occasionally.

 

OOC Information:

MC Name: Beast720

 

Skype Name (Used for updates, news and information):

You guys should know it. 

Teamspeak is a required tool for battles and major events, it is recommended that you at least download it upon joining the Order.

Have you been in the Order before?: 

Yes

Do you plan to make this character one of your primary?:

Dunno

((Accepted. Skype PMs will be sent to you to find a time when you're free to be recruited.))
*A courier is sent out to deliver the letters of approval to the two men. The letters contain the Order's seal of approval and the personal details that applicant has written.