Mirtok

*nods at the two main leader's silence and clears his throat before speaking . . .

"It has been nearly a half an Elven year or so since we all made landfall into this new world. For the most part we have been able to establish for ourselves a firm foundation from which we can grow our respective nations. It is also true that we were so far able to accomplish all of this without so much as a single border conflict between each other, resulting in a seamless migration. I must thank both of you for keeping a level head and making this a huge success."

*Mirtok lowers his head for a moment in respect then resumes speaking . . .

"I propose we hold a celebration between all of our peoples so that we may further bolster a long lasting friendship and cooperation. Have you any ideas?"

Because Im so fancy.

((Glad to see Orcs acting like Orcs again.))

Overcomplicated and involves nation leaders, which spells icky raging. 

 

I would just go for unbiased folks. If they're not doing a good job, they will be replaced. The difference between this and the old warclaim team, is that the new team would be expressly bound to the proposed rules, and only function as "constitutional justices" who rule purely within the laws themselves.

Agreed, this system is an OOC overseer to things that happen in RP. Having RP leaders and such become the ruling body over such a thing would more than certainly result in the misallocation of justices in accordance with what is outlined and defined in the original post. Having someone who has zero affiliation with any party would be the most opportune of options. If they are poor at what they do then leave it to a vote via those whom have been involved in conflicts that said individual ruled over.

To find said people, an application process can be enacted to pick the initial "Judges" and then brought back in instances where a judge would need to be replaced. Aspiring team members would prove their unaffiliation or fair-ruling abilities in their application, from there an Admin or Developer can select the right people based their words or a little investigating- if we care enough.

Just a thought, I'm certain there are smarter minds than me thinking all this up anyhow.

Edit: In the end, we all have access to these rules and if someone is blatantly acting outside of what has been defined then it should be a no-brainer denial that can even come from any of the sides involved. Teams are an added security but are by no means necessary for this to function.

"Drop sails and raise anchor!"

*The little harbor filled to the brim with giant wooden and stone vessels of a peoples salvation explodes with movement as every ship begins to float out and away from the rapidly freezing island. Shouts of many different orders and of many languages fill the air, the decks of the ships around them buzz with activity- men at a half-sprint race to meet their sea captains demands so that they may finally leave these forsaken lands.

*The Hochmeister stands by his newly appointed captain, Throdo Therving, an old friend and comrade in many battles. The Sariants below usher Hansetians and others down below decks in preparation for the voyage ahead, a pair of scouts climb the center mast so that they can report the surroundings from a vantage point. Mirtok turns his head to look at the white flag bearing the legendary Black Cross flapping whispingly in the wind as the boat slowly begins to build up some speed. There was no turning back now.

*Mirtok gives the deck one last sweep with his eyes before descending down the steps and opening the door to his cabin. His wife and daughter had perched themselves at the edge of his desk, talking lazily to one another in order to pass the time on what had no far been a boring voyage. He nods to them both, issuing them a good evening before retiring to his quarters. He takes a last look at the setting sun from a window in his room then he falls backwards onto his bunk and closes his eyes.

"Incoming!"

*Mirtok is jerked away as the ship rolls over the waves in a suddenly violent sea. He looks around his room and into office to see the quarters completely empty and otherwise void of activity if it were not for the screaming of men over the screeching of wind and rain battling with volume on the other side of the door. Without a moments hesitation, the old battle-hardened Hochmeister leaps from his bed, grabbing the war hammer propped up on the wall as he crashes through the door and out into the new battlefield.

"They've breached below the decks, get the civilians out of there!"

*Sariants stand off against a shambled horde of armored undead minions, their golden armor glinting in the moonlight. A pile of rotted and dismembered bodies forms from under the invasion force as Sariants bring down the tools of their trade, ferrum blades hack away, iron arrows fire clean through ancient corpses. Mirtok rushes forward to help bolster their ranks.

*The other boats in the fleet emit the same sounds of battle as The Halgrim as some great evil throws themselves at the fleeing races. The bloodshed continued for hours into the night, the bodies of the slain pushed into the raging sea in preparation for the next wave to invade the ship. Mirtok stands at the bow, studying the scene before him. Every boat, from nation class war ships to tiny private vessels, none were spared from the assault that was still raging on. He thinks to himself in silence, recalling the events leading up to his current moment and discerning his next course of action.

"What the **** is that?!"

*A bloodcurdling and multi-sourced screech fills the air, brining some of the armor clad Sariants to their knees clutching their ears. Mirtok turns to face the new visitor, warhammer held in both of his hands. Men push through another wave of undead and up towards the wheel of the ship, a three-headed monstrosity hovers above them all. The rage of an Undead slayer floods Mirtok's senses and he charges towards the Demon- the faint sound of flapping wings and a bellowing roar could have been heard through the howling winds and crash of the ocean waters, another great battle over taking some other ship. A few Sariants are flung over the Hochmeisters head as the Demon thrashes at its attackers; He sucks in a deep breath and closes his eyes for a split second . . .

"Sir, what do we do now?"

*Mirtok opens his eyes again, standing atop a small hill among the stumps of harvested lumber. Brother Richard waits patiently beside him, holding a pickaxe in his left hand, his other positioned into a salute . . .

"Gather up some stone and have the mercenaries start on their tavern, we should have at the very least a palisade set up by the end of the day."

"Understood, sir. The scouts have reported signs of past civilization in these lands, some mentions of a place called Aegis. What do you think, Hochmeister?"

"It's been a long time, but I think I'm finally home."

"Last call for boarding!"

*Mirtok shouts over the heads of Sariants moving cargo up a ramp and into the bowls of the ship. Most of the Hansetian citizens had already been boarded and found a place to lay their head for the journey but a few were still straggling, saying goodbye and good luck to friends departing on other boats. The little town that was their harbor bustles with last minute activity and movement, the seagulls caw from above hoping to spot scraps left behind by the areas sudden burst of inhabitants. It was high time that the ramp was kicked up and the sails unfurled, but he knew he wouldn't leave a soul behind and that the Halgrim wasn't going anywhere until all were accounted for. Some indistinguishable orders are barked from another boat nearby . . .

"Last call for stowaways! There may not be a bed for ya but a free ride is a free ride!"

*A few sullen individuals look up after hearing the latest call and move towards the boat with a small smirk on their face; A much needed relief. Just as the last few migrants make their way onto the boat a Sariant pushes through the crowd and makes his way to where the Hochmeister is standing by the shore edge. He snaps to attention and address his leader . . .

"Sir, the store rooms are for the most part cleared and prepped for loading; The town is evacuated and cleared."

"Thank you brother, see to the rest of the cargo, we shall be pushing off very soon."

*The Sariant salutes once more before moving quickly to the loading area where the rest of his comrades are toiling away, working the cranes and guiding the boxes and barrels to their intended place. Mirtok scans over the shore, watching the other races and nations load their people up for yet another great migration to some unfamiliar and unknown lands. He recalls some of the more recent conversations he's had and thinks to himself . . .

"Perhaps these lands aren't so alien to us after all."

*The Hochmeister shouts the last of his orders as the ramp is pulled and the anchored hoisted. The air causes someone to shiver, their thoughts leave everyone wide-eyed as the smell of adventure blows with the wind . . . and a bit of fear.

Exactly.

Hopefully this should be an easy update to the coming 4.0 launch event.

I have been around to see every single map transition to happen on this server and for the most part they are pretty enjoyable. The lore is pretty decent and the RP that occurs is generally organized around a singular objective that is accomplished by the end of it all. Good stuff.

The people of this LotC universe have seen quite a few migrations to new worlds. We've experienced the hardships of being uprooted from our homes quite a bit now. Normally one would learn from the mistakes of the past. Probably the most common mistake of every migration has to be the severe lack of food. What I would like to propose is that maybe this time around we in RP have a way to lesson the shock of a great move and reduce the starvation rates in RP. The Temple Monks have access to lots of tools and magics, they seem to be able to land us right at the cloud temple without fail, there is even a Cloud Temple always waiting for us. Maybe this time around they took a leaf from the history books and thought about what coming suffering there will likely be. Maybe this time they brought over a bank of seedlings, sprouts and spuds from the lands we are leaving; The most basic forms of edible plant life that can be used to cultivate food. After we land, or crash or what ever is planed for us getting to where we need to be, the Monks could set up a system for the people of all organizations, nations and races (As not everyone is going to the race capitals) to collect certain things that I am unsure are actually in the map to find- namely carrots and taters.

Of course one could bust up some grass and procure seeds for wheat and food can be generated as such. But, unless the map makers for the 4.0 develop planted wild carrots and potatoes throughout the world, the prospects of having that source of food be a part of our RP without the need for a GM to spawn it in is pretty low.

This is a nonessential idea and in the end I know for a fact that carrots and potatoes will make it into general circulation eventually, this was simply an idea to lessen the effects of the move, show some form of RP learning and possibly get a resource introduced into world via RP means rather than spawning it in.

That "Adunian" boat is actually the Clan Orvar boat. And still, you did not get the Hanseti's boat in there. The one with the black bordered triangle sails on the front and back and the flag with the Black Cross.

The Hanseti boat will be at the docks very soon. You can snap some shader pics then.

A report came back to the small town of Praxedis speaking of a few locations where it appeared that ships were being constructed. The scouts had been out on patrol, picking up their normal monthly observations of the happenings of the island and its people. The coming storm was effecting everyone, not just the Hansetians behind their stone walls; The days grew colder and the fields grew weaker. However, this latest report concerning boats sparked an interest in the Hochmeister of the Realm, simply for the fact that they were not so much war ships as much as they were transport vessels. Mirtok knew all too well what that meant; Time for another move.

Sariants and civilian workers were dispatched to a secluded coast facing Eastward out into an unknown ocean. Sure enough not too far from their proposed spot was a ship on stilts and even further down the coast line the comings of a port settlement made from sandstone whose most prominent feature was a statue that looked tirelessly out to sea. The Komturei Council members knew that indeed it was time to commit efforts towards leaving the freezing island, leave in search of something better or to simply get away from what ever was approaching from regions shrouded by darkness.

"When the Nations of the world build ships, it would be wise to follow suit."

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The Halgrim

The Halgrim is a ship of Hansetian design to be used for any number of transport purposes. It is a good sized vessel, built strong and built to withstand punishment as opposed to dealing it. Though that does not mean it is incapable of offense as the sturdy iron ram riveted to the bow would certainly knock a lesser vessel in two. It is a ship that will carry the peoples of Hanseti and its protectors to any new lands that it may one day find itself searching for. However, it was originally built to carry its cargo much later than what was soon to be discovered.

The Hochmeister had come into contact with a clan of Northerners- The Orvars- who had claimed to come in direct contact with a being who spoke of the oncoming doom that was to befall Thales. A doom that as it seems was merely right around the corner, rearing its ugly head and preparing itself to bite much sooner than what was originally thought. The cold was only the beginning, the worst was yet to come.

With this knowledge and the experience of past great migrations, the Teutonic Order called for the preparation of migration once more so that The Realm of Hanseti may be ready to heed the call of salvation and to sail onward into a better but still unknown future.

"The Halgrim will be our deliverance."

[Credit to Throdo for putting in the work to build it.]

[[uPDATE]] Added Gaius Marius.

((More work is going to be done on Gaius, he might even get his own thread considering he was the first and founding Hochmeister of the Order and the Realm.))

*Among the few public records available to the people of Hanseti is a steadily growing list of remarkable people. These warriors are given special mention for their many efforts in service to the Teutonic Order and the Realm of Hanseti. Without their sacrifice and dedication, everything that the Hansetian people and the Sariants of the Teutonic Order have would have crumbled long ago. The Hall of Heroes is one of the many methods the Order fulfills its promise by remembering duty and service . . .

Hall of Heroes

*The people gather in the streets of Praxedis Point as Sariants stand in formation at the foot of the Teutonic Order keep still being constructed. The crowd mumbles to themselves as they await the coming announcement, random conversations creep through everyone's ears. Suddenly the low rumbling of war drums can be heard coming from up in the keep causing the peoples to fall silent. The figure of a man appears upon a balcony over looking them all, the wings on his helm give away his identity immediately. The Hochmeister opens his arms wide as the thundering drums grow louder . . .

"Let loose the Anthem of our people!"