Bawg

The veteran surgeon oversees the remodeling of his home as he writes a multitude of medical books for the Imperial State Army and the Grand Library of the Empire. An young envoy approaches him with a letter stating the retirement of his uncle, the Arch-chancellor, Simon Basrid. The Rhenyari stands up from his lawn chair and heads inside him home to the study where he had spoken to Aachen about furthering himself as a patriot of this great Empire. 

They spoke about three tasks for the young man to complete. Obtain a stylish clockwork watch, shadow the diplomats of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and offer the olive branch to his brother, Jahan. John Pruvia sits back into the small chair that was dwarfed by the many bookcases; the same place where Simon Basrid had shown him an old tradition of the Rhenyar. A hot cup of tiger-eye tea from his ancestral lands and a few drops of scorpion venom.

 

He steps up from his seat and assumes the desk from where his uncle had once guided him from. The Viscount whispers gently to himself as if Simon were in the room with him. “Thank you for taking me under your wing and treating me as your own. My gratefulness came in many different forms of affection and gestures, but I certainly to hope to offer you another gesture. A hot cup of tiger-eye tea with enough scorpion venom to numb our features and a chat about the next generation of Rhenyar that will continue on his legacy.”

 

The Lieutenant takes a sheet of paper from his desk and quickly pens his thoughts and sends his avian to the seven skies to deliver the message to the County of Susa.

An envelope is sealed together by violet wax with a scaly dragon holding a peony imprinted into it. The letter was delivered to you via envoy.

Upon breaking the seal and reading the contents of the letter you discover you were personally invited to celebrate the union of two people.

 

Casimira de Sarkozy and John M. Pruvia-Provins

 

The House of Helane

 

The Holy Orenian Emperor, Peter III

 

The House of Pompourelia 

 

TRH George Casimir

 

HL George Ulysses

 

The House of Pruvia-Provins 

 

TH John Henry Pruvia

 

TH Adelaide Pruvia-Provins

 

TH Achilles Pruvia-Provins

 

TH Anne Alexandra Pruvia-Provins

 

The House of Novellen

 

HIH The Princess Imperial, Anne Augusta

 

HIH The Duke of Helena, Joseph Clement

 

HIH The Imperial Princess, Elizabeth Anne

 

HIH The Imperial Prince, John Charles

 

HIH The Imperial Prince, Philip Augustus

 

HIH The Imperial Princess, Juliette Caroline

 

HIH The Imperial Prince, Peter Maximilian

 

The House of Basrid

 

HIE The Archchancellor, Simon Basrid

 

HG The Count of Susa, Jahan Basrid

 

TH The Lord Cyrus Basrid

 

TH The Lord Basileios Balthazar Baelius

 

TH The Lady Adryana Vairea Baelius

 

TH The Lord Iskander Basrid 

 

TH The Lady Safiye Basrid 

 

TH The Lord Arbaaz Basrid

 

The House of Pruvia-Albarosa

 

TH Peter Sigismund Pruvia-Albarosa

 

TH Philip Louis Pruvia-Albarosa

 

TH Charlotte Idalia Pruvia-Albarosa

 

TRH Alexander Laurence Pruvia-Albarosa

 

The House of d’Arkent

     

HG Duke of Sunholdt Peter Baldwin 

 

TH Mister Joseph de Selm

 

TH Miss Eleanor Victoria 

 

TH Miss Theresa Polyxena

 

TH Mister Charles Augustus

 

TH Miss Victoria Anne 

 

TH Phillippa Josephine

 

TH Miss Emma Elaine 

 

TH Mister James Alexander 

 

The House of Mordskov

 

TRH General Alren DeNurem

 

TH Cpt. Alaric DeNurem 

 

TH Lt. Reina DeNurem 

 

TH Crpl. Virgil DeNurem 

 

TH Ensign Wesley DeNurem 

 

The House of Carrington

 

TH Mister Peridot Carrington 

 

TH Miss Alpha Carrington 

 

TH Miss Katherine Carrington 

 

The House of Dubois

 

TH The Lady Mary Vespira Dubois 

 

TH The Lord George Dubois 

 

The House of Ruthern

 

TH The Lady Mary Jane Ruthern 

 

TH The Lord Boris van Ruthern 

 

The House of Helvets

 

HG The Duke of Cathalon, Robert Castor

 

TRH The Count of Rochefort, Richard Victor

 

HIH The Countess of Rochefort, Lorena Antonia

 

HL The Lady Lorena Annabelle

 

HL The Lady Theodora Angelica 

 

THIS INVITATION IS ALSO EXTENDED TO THE FOLLOWING GUESTS:

 

The Imperial State Army

 

Ostromir Carrion

 

Elizaveta Carrion

 

Desmond Morgryn 

 

Gusiam 

 

Elke Lorenthos

Vilren

IGN: Bawggie

RP Name: John Pruvia

Events: Hunt

(If for team PVP) Team member: Barony

The Viscount, John Pruvia, grabs hold of his medical cart and carefully climbs into the coach. He sits next to Felix Haff’es who has the reins in hand and begins to strike up a conversation. “We got plenty coming with us! Got salves for burns, cuts, and pain!” The Pruvian chuckles as he sits back as the horses begin to trot in formation in the convoy. “Our very own Ensign Anne Helena created a comprehensive guide for all troops to follow. So if I fall on these scorched lands, I want everyone of you to pick up my medical kit and finish what I started!” He would call out to the troops around him.

 

The Rhenyari shoots a few glances over at Casimira de Sarkozy. A few carts behind winking in her direction when he caught her eye.

John Pruvia stands at attention nearby as the General delivers his speech to the audience. The Rhenyari smirks after viewing the clownish looking demon. “Finally we can take this fight to the demons and stomp their incursion into the ground before they wreck more havoc upon this world.”

After hearing of the news, John Pruvia begins writing orders to his medical corps to provide mass amounts of salves for the common soldier to keep upon his person. “We must outfit every soldier with alchemist’s shears, and continue to provide every serviceman with the knowledge and the capability to perform first responder treatment.” He paces back and forth within the Bastille as he ponders more thoughts.

“Let us smite these unholy creatures and send them back to dark reaches from whence they came from. We have served through many hardships in the past and have grown from our past mistakes. The Empire is stronger than ever and the threat of the undead were no match to extinguish our everburning holy light in the darkness of the hidden lands our people have traveled to. What do these demons think they could accomplish after we have battled similar foes before?”

 

The Pruvian continues to pace back and forth. “The might of the Empire is unmatched by these pathetic foes. They will meet the same fate like all the rest and we will stand tall. The Empire will bring order to this chaos.”

Aminé – Compensating

 

John Pruvia-Provins smiles as took the invitation from Basil. “I am so excited!” He exclaims as he tightly hugged his nephew and soon-to-be-niece. 

Bawg groans loudly as he places his head into worn and callused hands, “I had foretold this would happen nearly forty years ago. My brothers and I spoke of great change within the uruks, but we were rejected.” He picks up his poorly rolled cactus green taking a long drag. “Perhaps he will see clearly now that this isn’t what he wanted in the first place, but found reliable allies in this fruitless journey to become Rex.” He sighs once as he takes a seat at a nearby stool on the sandy beaches of Sutica. “I certainly hope power didn’t corrupt his thoughts and make his heart bitter, but now he knows that those he fought for would turn on him with the flicker of a candle light.”

Can’t wait to roll a 1/20 on a cannon and blow the crew to pieces. +1

The Rhenyari was mapping out his floor plan for his new medical bay in the Eye of Man before a comrade hurries him to the cold courtyard within the mountainous fortifications. After General Alren DeNurem’s statement, a sigh of relief escapes from his hot breath in the bitter winds of the North. 

“Finally, I get to be someplace warm. The dreaded snow and ice make me shiver to my core.”

 

He packs his Serpent’s Stalk salves and ISA standard-issue swim trunks.

 

“I don’t want to catch a sunburn laying upon those sandy shores.”

4 hours ago, Maur said:

And from there we found the meaning of community and family.

 

John Michael hadn’t heard of the news as he was on a patrol around the Crownlands. He was stopped by grieving relatives in Helena Square with the news of his mother’s death. Captain d’Arkent quickly collected him and took him to the Bastille to give the horrid news of his mother’s passing in her sleep. Many emotions swell in the young boy’s thoughts as he struggles to keep strong for his siblings.

 

He is thankful that he always told his mother how much she meant to him and that when she passed that she knew in confidence.

Azogs, some bound by blood. Others by honor and humility.

My Opinion:
I believe extending the techlock to include cannons, flintlocks, steam engines, and possibly grenades would definitely be beneficial to the server and add roleplay to the server. A solution to stop technology from getting out of hand is to just stick the techlock a little bit further out. In other words, “you can now move 5 feet forward, but we are stopping it there”. If you can techlock once, you could always do it again and stop us from getting high tech vehicles or nuclear bombs.
 

More roleplay options for growth on LoTC:
Imagine the roleplay opportunities that people could have where they have to study this strange new material, roll for chances to experiment and see what makes it tick, the weapons start out crude and backfire often, then they start getting more sophisticated as we play with the idea more. We could techlock before we get them sophisticated until we figure out how much further we would like to go. Event team members could have more options to create events without having to solely rely on magic or bandit encounters

Make Guns CRP and Not a Mechanic:
A big argument I have heard is people getting this mechanically implemented in the server which in my opinion would be too time costly and take efforts away from more important things needed on the server. The best option would be to be able to use it in CRP and have a specified group or person that would produce these items that have been approved . Another option would be to have only Event Team Members cautiously distribute small rewards like a bag of 5 musketballs, so the player would have only 5 opportunities to use the 5 musketballs and on top of that have to roll for it to not backfire on you. 

TL;DR
Lets move the techlock a bit further then put it down again for a few new technologies. If you are able to place the techlock once, you can do it again and wait another 5 years before moving it again.
It would create roleplay for people, create more freedom for the event team members, and could be a new fresh experience for the server.
It should not be implemented as a mechanic, but it should be a heavily monitored CRP item. Items should be difficult and require a high roll to achieve the expected outcome.

Dax Illiquin can finally be at peace. The war made him a conscript to the Imperial State Army. He was given a sword and shield to protect himself and to charge the enemy line when commanded. He never thought he would make it and that the war would eventually consume him.

 

Looking back at those previous memories, they are nothing, but ancient worries now.

 

He became Captain of the 1^st Brigade, served as the first mali’ker senator, and was the tavernkeep that breathed life into Helena. The precursor that made Helena poppin’.

A smile slowly creeps across Dax Illiquin’s face as he receives news that Lorena was to be wed. Knowing her as a child and watching her life flourish as the years went on, a cord was struck in his heart. He was truly happy for little Lorena. 

 

He glances at the names invited to the ceremony and notices his own. His warm smile turns into a cheerful grin and he leaps to his feet in excitement, deeply honored and grateful to see His Imperial Highness on her big day.

Dax Illiquin signs the petition. “Find a place for these animals so they too can live a bountiful life before their inevitable slaughter.”

A unexpected fire turned a prospering district of newcomers and businessmen to ash and charred frames in a matter of days.

 

No one knows what caused the fire, whether it be an uprising, the damnation between interracial love, or a misplaced match.

 

The damage is clear to anyone that nothing survived the raging flames, but it is unknown to everyone the amount of lives that may have been lost.

 

Some victims will never be like who they were before the great blaze had robbed them of their homes and many citizens look to the Lord Mayor to find a solution to their homelessness.

 

But...

 

Thanks to the brave citizens, the ISA, and the Church of the Canon to come together and save who those trapped by the enveloping flames.

 

When asked the Lord Mayor said, “We did all that we could today... Tomorrow will be the true test of what we can do.”

 

 

The Junior Senator of Helena walks to the dias. 

 

I vote in favor of the Kaedreni Senator Callahan.

 

The Departments should have full transparency with the Senate to know where we are putting our resources and to prevent misuse of funds.

 

Thank you for your time. 

People of the Empire!

 

 

The City of Helena invites you to attend our Krugsmas festival!

 

We will begin our festival with a sermon performed by The Basilica of the Final Revelation!

 

 

Activities

The festival will then commence once the sermon has finished and citizens could go to a number of things in the square.

 

The tavern will supply hungry children with hot chocolate and gingerbread cookies for free!

Outside of the tavern, residents could challenge one another to a game of chess and every winner gets a tax slip for their home!

Inside the bank, we will hold a raffle where the People of the Empire can buy tickets to increase their chances of winning a horse!

 

To end our holy celebration, we will hold a gift exchange so you can really show how much someone means to you with a token of your gratitude. The Orenian Youth League with top the Krugsmas tree with a bright light to final close the celebration.

 

OOC: This event will begin on 23 December, 2019 at 5PM EST!

 

This is brought to you by The Church of the Canon  and The City of Helena.

After studying the document presented by Ms. Vivica Rutledge, Dax stands from his seat and proclaims, “I see your message, Senator Rutledge! I too believe in equality for all in the Empire! But.. I believe this document should be revised somewhat.”

 

The dark elf clears his throat before continuing, “If you look to Section 3, Number 3. It says that the act prevents people from  being excluded from activities due to their race, skin color, gender... And so on.” He smiles at Vivica, “I think this should only pertain to public activities that include a city rather include private activities in the mix.”

 

My next revision would be Section 3, Number 4. It details another example of discrimination of saying derogatory terms to people because the color of their skin. The Mali’ker pauses for a moment before speaking. “I think this example of discrimination should not be used to prosecute People of the Empire and should be removed entirely from the act. I do not believe it is in the Empire’s best interest to fine someone for using these terms. 

 

Dax’s expression grew serious coupled with an earnest tone. “Personally, I believe an individual should be able to call me whatever they like. I rather have a snake rattle its tail to alert me of its presence than have it slither and scheme in the shadows.

 

Mr. Illiquin returns to warm and comforting smile, closing out his final remarks. “You are on the right side of history, Senator. You have an Aye from me! Thank you for your time!

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Dax Illiquin stands to address the Senate and cast his vote.

 

Lady and Gentlemen of the Senate! After sitting and listening to Mr. Ratispora tell us why he would be a suitable candidate for Secretary of Interior, I have given it much thought and concluded that my vote is Nay for Mr. Ratispora as Secretary of Interior.

 

The elf continues, “He has remarkable passion for the position, talked his talk about rousing people to his call, and is clear about his goals. But...

 

When asked if his tactic of rousing and inspiring were to fail, he did not provide a sufficient answer to impress me. I was hoping he, himself, would either reason with the people or perhaps join the ranks and assist to complete his vision. 

 

His aggressive nature paired with a single tactic could put a halt to all progress for the Empire if he cannot find an alternative. That is all.

 

The Mali’ker speaks his last few words and returns to the stands.

A dark elf enters the court reeking of alcohol and a vanilla bean fragrance. He looks on at the faces in the courtroom and can’t help, but grin as he walked forward to announce his vote.

 

“I am Senator Dax Illiquin of Helena and I believe there is no better choice than Senator Terrence as our President. From what I have witness thus far, he is a capable man with enough experience to lead the senate.”

 

He pauses for a moment to think if he has anything else to say, but bows his head to hide his smile. The elf looks up and closes out his statement. “That is all, my friends.”

 

Dax looks for a familar face in the crowd and spots Cyrus. He walks over to him and grabs a seat. The mali’ker leans over and whispers to Cyrus, “This is exciting, don’t ya think?”

 

Citizens of Helena!

 

I am Dax Illiquin, sole proprietor of the Dragon’s Rest Tavern in the hub of our beautiful city. Some of you see me as just your friendly barkeep always ready to fill your drink or you have known me as the formerly known Bard’s Ward Liveryman. I have been a citizen of Helena for the better part of ten years and I am proud to call it my home. Today, I am running for the position of Senator to further progress Helena’s interests and vision.

 

As your Senator, I will represent the voice of the people. I will provide jobs to the populace by working diligently with my colleagues at the Treasury Department to ensure work orders are made and delivered to the people to promote economic growth in our ever growing city. My service to you will bring bold new ideas to our city.

 

My time in the military has been short only serving for five years, but they have been eventful. Many battles that left our city besieged and locked in stagnation kept us from our progression. I stood shoulder to shoulder with our boys in red and fought alongside with them. We conducted special operations missions to siphon the food sources from our enemies and fill our bellies to fight our enemy at full strength.

 

In dire times, before the siege of Reza I put down my mug and my rags and stuck my hands in the mud as every other citizen did to defend our greatest ally, Haense. I refuse to sit idly behind a desk and give orders while others work tirelessly for mere scraps. When hard times come down upon us, you shall not fear for I will be there with you, throwing down my pen in exchange for a pick to support our brilliant city.

 

Voting for me, Dax Illiquin, would be a vote for the people. A vote for you.

 

Patriot. Entrepreneur. Servant to the People.

SURNAME: Illiquin

FIRST NAME: Dax
ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Nauzica Square 1

DATE OF BIRTH: 1450

 

Are you registered and eligible to vote in the province of Helena?: Yes

 

Do you have any other title, peerage or public service that may conflict with becoming an Imperial Senator, as per the Edict of Establishment (1736) or Edict of Election (1736)?: No

 

If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the Imperial Senate, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes

 

((MC NAME)): SpookyMachine