SpookyLean

*Artyom Vladov yawns to himself as he reads over the writ.* "They move faster in excommunicating people than actually giving us a proper preacher!"

======================== Summit At The Crow’s Perch A retelling of events from Artyom Vladov's point of view 17th of The First Seed, 1667 ======================== 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.

======================== Something More . . . A retelling of events from Artyom Vladov's point of view 10th of The Grand Harvest, 1666 ======================== The Vodnik ===================================================================== ===================================================================== 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. ================= OOC INFO/CREDITS ================= 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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“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-

((Accepted. You will be contacted either IG or over skype.)) A courier is sent to deliver a scroll with a black seal on it, the seal contains the mark of the Black Cross. You seem to have been accepted.

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))

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Squad name: Teutonic Order Squad leader: SpookyLean Squad roster (between 8-10 people): Erik_Azog Papa_Vinny SpookyClean LilTim3000 SpookyLean SaintPaint GrizzlyWes TarreBear Preference of defence or attacking: Defenders (Optional) Squad sigil/picture/artwork:

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The Ironclad Concordat Drafted on the 14th of the Sun’s Smile, 1606 This document will serve as proof to all nations that the Ironclad Pact between the Grand Kingdom of Urguan and the Third Reformation of The Teutonic Order, under Hochmeister Sergei, has been renewed. The following are the terms and conditions agreed upon by both parties: This pact is to be classified as a defensive alliance. Both nations hereby agree to support one another with no less than the entirety of their military strength, should it be warranted. However, this will be nullified if, in a combat scenario between two warring states, both states are allies of a signatory. The cordial relations between both signatories must not be infringed. It is the duty of both member-states to adhere to a strict non-aggression principle. If broken the offender is subject to the full extent of justice within the country they find themselves and tried by the state within which the principle was violated. Member-States are expected to uphold a principle of free trade between both nations and free travel, without barrier, for citizens of one nation to the other, and vice-versa, as well as for the militaries of both nations. Mobility Rights are hereby granted to each member-state. Citizens of either nation may travel as they please within the borders of the other so long as they abide by the custom and law of the state they find themselves. The ports of both nations will be opened for the ships of their respective state to dock at any time. Both signatories agree to acknowledge the borders of the other; to each an expectation of sovereignty is placed. Whilst trade will be unhindered, both signatories are to respect the other and remain absent from each other’s. internal affairs. Both signatories must remain free and un-subservient to the will of any people but their own. The holding of public office by a citizen of another member-state is strictly prohibited. The aiding or abetting of rebels by a member-state within the lands of another member-state is intolerable. Both signatories agree to the placement of an Embassy within the territory of the other as a show of good faith. Signatories are obliged to appoint ambassadors to their respective Embassies. Those appointed representatives are to be granted diplomatic immunity. Signatories are granted the right to extradite their given ambassador to their nation of origin. Both signatories hereby agree to assist each other in the destruction of any state, or conglomerate of states, which shows clear and definitive interest in the establishment of an empire of any nature. The Treaty of Ironclad will open once more for negotiation following a fifteen year period, with the eventual goal of drafting a permanent alliance of similar terms between signatories. Signed, His Royal Majesty, Bastion Ireheart, Grand King of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Protector of the Dwarves. Hochmeister Sergei of the Teutonic Order.

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