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((Oohh. Sorry, I was under the impression this was a death post. Sorry about that.))

Augustus watches the ordeal, mixed feelings confusing him. He thinks. "Petrinax.. -" He blinks a few times before a smile spreads across his face. "One less in the line of succession."

Implemented! - Feel free to log on at any time. Welcome and have fun

Implemented.

Implemented! - Feel free to log on at any time. Welcome and have fun!

Implemented! - Feel free to log on at any time. Welcome and have fun!

Implemented! - Feel free to log on at any time. Welcome and have fun!

On a stroll, Augustus comes across the temporary poster. He sees the ocelot and as if on queue, he shouts. "Throdo! Throdo!" With no response from the busy streets, he calls out again: "Alexander! Henry!... - Someone, I want one of those!" With that, he walks away proudly.

Harrion walks into court, the burden of the Adunians now on his shoulders. Nobody follows him, he walks alone - out from the brisk air of Kalos and into the warmth of his Imperial Majesty's court. His hands lay rested in his robes as he steps solemnly, but determinedly. He enters the room with the table, bowing immediately as the guards and scribes perk up at his presence. With a quiet voice he calls out: "Imperial Majesty." Taking his seat in an oaken chair diagonal to the emperor, he sits as a sigh of relief escapes his body. At the notion of a wave of the hand, Harrion speaks: "Imperial Majesty, I come as your humble servant to ask a humble request. It has come to my attention that the clans of my people request pardon for their sins against you. Now, while it may rightfully be assumed that their requests are of malicious intent, I, as their Lord, may swear that they are under control. I have given my life to you and our creator, he who grants you your divinity, and I now wish for this simple service in return. Imperial Majesty, I pray you will allow the clans to be pardoned. By the creator, I know they have sinned. But, may they not be forgiven?" As their gazes lock, Harrion leans in for a solemn whisper.

Reads over the letter, nodding. After having it handed to him at his throne by Hanrahan himself, he thinks before speaking.

Thirty-six years old, Male, Adunian-Human Currently in New Arethor performing bishop duties for the church and his Imperial Majesty. Appearance At first sight, Harrion is not much to look at. In fact, even upon further observation - he is not much to look at. Not a very daunting figure as he only stands at 5'9 while he is also quite skinny, only weighing 144 Lbs. Upon looking to his face, the most intrusive feature is his nose which is quite large. This large nose sits against a smooth face of a light-creamy pigment. His eyes are a deep gray that seem almost lifeless as they fail to show any sort of emotion. His thin-dark hair lays down partially against his forehead but is pulled away from his face - a face mostly covered by his long beard. Often wearing the robes granted to him with his title by The Church, the only other garb one would see him in are animal pelts and furs with his large cloak that he is almost never seen without.

Harrion stands, shaking his head. "It has become quite clear that I trying to save my house has resulted in quite the contrary. The land would be better off governed by one incapable than no one at all. Imperial Majesty, I wish to keep my claim as Count of Graystake in the promised lands. I still wish to be your humble servant and that of the creator. But, this battle over worldly power is corruption in its prime. I am a holy man, not a fighter and not a politician. Majesty, forgive me for causing an uproar in your Empire. Brother, I ask you to please listen to those you hold closest. Listen to Thorenir - he is family. Forgive all who opposed you, for it is only right in the eyes of the creator. And by our holy creator, forgive me as I forgive you. People of Adunia, please forgive me. It is all I can ask. For those here who follow our holy creator, please join me in prayer." Harrion bows his head, and begins to speak - whether or not those around him join. "O Creator, he who are the infallible truth of all matters who can never deceive nor be decieved. I firmly believe all that you have revealed and propose to my belief through your holy church. I wish to do no other, no worldly powers such as this or otherwise. Creator, forgive the failings and faults my brothers may have done from human frailty; even their heresies. For I forgive them. I ask, Creator, that your teachings may flourish in them as they forgive me." As Harrion does the holy symbol with his hands, he mutters: "So say we all." Harrion looks around the room, to each face. He finally speaks. "At that, I step down and denounce all claims I have to the Adunian throne." Harrion turns, ignoring all who appose his leaving - his head down as his lips move, most likely still praying, his hands in his robes. ((Basically, I think people misunderstood that I was doing this entirely for the RP. I don't /really/ want to take over. I only wanted to create some interesting RP to get some Adunian RP going again. Though, in the end I feel like it spread us apart more via OOC means. ;), anyway. This was fun and I enjoyed it. Looking forward to further RP.))

"You are very wrong, brother. You agreed to the stone and that stone said Isabella was Lady. No? Now, she gave up - so it is mine. I do not believe there is anything to debate here." Smiles, tapping his fingers on the table.

Smiles, turning to Torrhen. "Brother. His Imperial Majesty made it quite clear that I could claim the throne if Isabella denounces herself, and she has. He said the only other way for me to take what is mine is through war, but - Isabella gave up the throne. It is mine, brother. Face it."

Harrion finally speaks up, having been quiet with his hands in his robes the whole time. "Isabella, dear niece. I appreciate the notion." He turns to the Emperor. "Imperial Majesty, if I may remind you. The lawful way you said I may earn the throne is if Torrhen stepped down - he was replaced. Therefore, you said if Isabella steps down I could take what is rightfully mine. Majesty, I believe the throne to Adunia is mine."

Either way, it should turn out great. Whether it's prebuilt or not. Though, I do think that by having most of it pre-built and an economy to begin with, we will end up with more people running around the city.

The name of the forum is "Your View" and the caption is "Player feedback on the game..." With that being said, players expect to come here and voice their opinion without consequence. On the contrary, in agreement with Coach Dopest, they are being scolded on this particular thread. If there is a post asking for the player's opinions, you cannot expect everyone to be happy with what they got or grateful for what they got. Opinions vary and that should be respected. A GM thinking a player is wrong cannot be true; as opinions cannot be wrong. There are facts and opinions. This thread is based on opinions. It seems even you agree with me. Debates are to call out others' opinions. This is more like a seminar; a time to open your mind to new ideas - not to close it. This is my opinion.

To me, despite lack of RP, no restrictions is the best. Sure it's RP, but it's also Minecraft.

I literally hate you.

Wait.. the server's down?

Vaq did this test thing about search results. If we did the same thing with those terms, maybe we could get a surge of new roleplayers is essentially what he is saying.

Henry walks down the streets of Salvus, seeing his brother on a poster. "Firs' Barns.. den' him. When do ah' get someting'.. Das' me breder' though, respec'." ((Assistant.))

That looks like John Smtih's.