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GOOGLE CALENDAR FOR ALL EVENTS IN EVERY NATION THAT ARE PUBLIC I DO NOT LIKE TO KEEP TRACK OF EVENTS JUST BY THE FORUMS. I AM NOT IN EVERY NATION DISCORD I WANT TO SCHEDULE AN EVENT, BUT NOT SURE WHEN IS A GOOD TIME WHAT EVENTS ARE HAPPENING IN AZURAS? (Assume EST Time) SUBSCRIBE TO https://calendar.google.com/calendar/u/3?cid=YmU3YjBjMDU2ODlhNWY3MDNhODMyODc1YTQ4YmI4ZGE4NWE0OTEyNThhNjExNTYwNGFjYTg0Zjg2ZDA1Zjk4OEBncm91cC5jYWxlbmRhci5nb29nbGUuY29t ICAL: https://calendar.google.com/calendar/ical/be7b0c05689a5f703a832875a48bb8da85a491258a6115604aca84f86d05f988%40group.calendar.google.com/public/basic.ics Disclaimers: - I did a cursory search, so no other events from nations aside from Idunia and Empire was found. Feel free to forum DM me and I can add thy event. - You will need to log-in to Google Calendar to view the calendar of events or use the ics file format - I did not add weddings. Some of them may be invite-only, hence why it is not added. DM me if you would like your event added to the calendar - For now, no notifications are set if you add this calendar. This may change, and changes will be announced if this changes to prevent people getting pinged. - This is a test. Depending on feedback and if this is considered helpful, ET and NLs can be added to edit and create events as needed. - If you would like to remove an event from consideration, forum DM me. - End times are estimated. Assume these are not set in stone. - Every event will have the following: Nation Location Link to the Event in the Forum post Nations will be in title in brackets. This allows for searching for events in thy nation. Events are publicly available. I thought about one calendar for each nation, but it's a bit difficult to adminster alone. This can be implemented at a later time, but I found this useful personally and thought to shre. Feel free to leave feedback.

I've not the funds, but the art pleases this minstrel's eye!

As news o' missive spread throughout the land, the people clamor for learned men to recite once more the happy news to farmers, smiths, bakers and tradesmen. It is in these time that a certain minstrel brings news to the raucous crowd at the Pour House, the tavern of Rittersburg known for cheap ale and cheaper ramblings. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hark, fine friends! A child o' Imperial lineage has been born to our Crown Prince and Princess! In fairest palace, the knights of our Empire guards not three, but now four generations of heirs! By the grace of God and Empire's prayers, hear now a spoken rendition of this missive proper. In this missive, the baby is born healthy, with "strong breath, clear voice, and well-shaped form"! Does our physicians and alchemists know no equal to deliver the baby in sound body and mind? Does our Crown Princess hold more strength than the sturdy dwarves of Urguan, to deliver a child most healthy in these trying times? Indeed, for she has endured the most grueling trial of all, to nurture newest life through storm and squall! Ti's not a coincidence that a chapel consecrated just days before. Now all citizens can pray in our fair city for the health of our Crown Princess and to wish Caius Tiberias a long and fruitful life. Another round o' ale on me, friends!

Rewan Talespinner sighed. This song seemed not the Pour House, the finest establishment in all of Rittersberg, but perhaps a tavern somewhere else. With cribbed melody, Rewan made some....edits to the lyrics proper! —------- There is a tavern, a merry old tavern, Crowded down the street. Everyone loved their ale so pale The lovely waitstaff, songs sungs with great applause! Day and night imperials laughed and danced. For our fine city's mayor paid another round! Now Gigi, the baker had 10 lovely cats, It gave its tricks and riddles. But yester-morn I saw it running, Eyes in delight, fed another morsel Fished from quays and rivers in peace, tranquility. A merry sport for all good Imperials! Dark are the days and all are sated! Who knows what delights the chef shall stew and simmer! But golden wheat will make my beer. Plucked from peaceful field and quiet village And I will live right through it, for many more barrels! O’ woe is me for the flames I see, For as sconce replaced, night o' revelry ends in drunken slumber! There goes my beer, the price to pay, For peasants and nobles o' imperial way, “Ave Imperium.” Bathe it all in oak-aged rum! “Ave Imperium.” None can escape the drunken fun! —-------

Rewan Talespinner looked upon the sight in horror returning from Moreno Quay. He'd heard the roaring of fire and the din of battle, yes, but he thought the knights and footmen of Rittersburg would repel the attack upon the gates. Never did he expect the waterways to be struck with craftsman's precision. Driftwood floated lazily against the calm river's tide. Bits of gore were splayed across reeds and lilypads. Rewan looked away as his eyes and feet moved to the gatehouse, while a small blaze smouldered on what was left of a sloops' sail. A sailor's last stand against force overwhelming, he mused. He could imagine the dwarf's stoic expression as fire swallowed planks and oars. Against certain death, it was the hearts of dwarven sailors, not axemen or horseman, that struck deepest fear in the heart of man. In a stone hall, past the shrines of Yemekar and his kin, walk down the stairs to find thyself in Urguan's catacombs. A final visage is carved in stone relief, and as the stonemasons leave, 300 candles are lit in quick succession.

Rewan applauds at the announcement then breaks out his lute and sings a practiced song. Hear the murmurs of commerce, the crack of stables and stones! The sounds of laughter, the prayers of clergy. All converge upon a slice of heaven, its newest buildings. Come to Petit Lorraine, this minstrel sings with ill-kept delight! Hark, see the twybill be wielded, mighty keeps be drafted! Find treasure within earth, fuel the hearth at dim-lit mines! Pour a cup of wine or ale within finest brewery, For pleasure or work, winter or summer, Petit Lorraine can accomodate every urge! Outside the walls, guarding Gate o' Hadrian, Our finest emperor, who unites all the realms. Find thy fortune and impart thy legacy in Rittersburg history! Where merchants become mayors, where beggars turn court minstrels! Come now past vineyards large, past plains of amber grain. Come now to newest district, our Petit Lorraine!

Rewan looked upon the battlefield with a solemn expression, guided only the meager light that crystals and lanterns had to offer. As a boy, he gazed upon the remnants of battle, afterimages of warriors and footmen lying still upon the ground. This sight though, was a story made frightening real. Here, now, where the deeproads converged to a plateau of slate in front of iron gates, warriors of every house, clan, and creed held valor and brutality in equal measure. He saw a dwarven merchant upon the parapets haggle not with silvered tongue, but debts of steel and coppered bolt. Nameless footmen holding back defender's sally, holding sword and repeated prayers. In this cavern, where dwarves once cleaved gems from stone and reshaped towering mountains into hallowed halls, a multitude of wills converged to pry it from the grasping hands of raiders. The sky offered no reprieve from a battle this large: The dwemer could not break the mountain with the scant time given since establishing themselves in this new land. They could, however, buy time to break the wills of the human and elven host. Souls from southern shores and red-stained badlands offered their skills in battle to repel the raiding party from their homes. In the capitol of Rittersburg, inside a palace of white marble and crimson floors, one could imagine the Emperor with bloodshot eye issue orders and observe their tenacity in penned ink and scout's report. The minstrel saw him twice in times before, where he heard the pleadings of peasants and merchants and to decide the fate of a loyal knight - the Sunspear of Qalasheen. Gennad var Vigo, proprietor of the Pour House where he worked, brought wine to every observer and prepared his own plea to curry favor. He thought himself blessed then, as probably many others, that he did not stand out or fall out of line with the Empire's laws. Squinting from the back, what scared him most was not his booming voice, the way he seemed to pull ire and wrath from deepest winter, but his gaze that pierced through each petitioner. In it, was the restlessness that cursed every son of Horen: to die before greatest deed was completed. His face was contorted in a sneer or a common grimace, but his expression constantly shifted from moment to moment. Disinterest at a petitioner's plea for a court chef position - A young's child curiosity at a request for his sister's hand in marriage. He raved with unbridled rage when a knight justified abandonment with morality, yet showed temperance offering clemency and an exception to its most closely-held law - to never practice another religion within the Empire's borders. SHUNK The whistling of an arrow disrupted his musings. How could he have been so daft, to remember something that was not involved in one of many battles! His horse toppled upon him, and Rewan laid there trapped upon its lithe frame. He grimaced in pain, yet armed with only a lute, he could not help but take in every scream, every battle cry as merely an observer. He laughed grimly at his situation, as the dark seemed to circle round Rewan like sharks. With one eye gone, did the good doctor remove an eye of bloodshot rage or clear-eyed judgment? Will his friends in Cerulia, the pirate Salem and the guards that treated Rewan with kindness, find themselves at the end of this conflict with their lives intact? Will the subject of tales written, the dragon-slayer Obok Irondrinks, the Golden-Lyre, now Admiral O'Rouke, find eulogy within heated battle? And even now, as the light was fading from his eyes, the Dwarves plan in league with orcish might and human rebels to strike further in the heart of a united Empire. Does it matter? These were just the musings of a humble minstrel. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Birds fly high oe'r mountain and seas to find themselves home at last after cut o' Winter winds. Thankful then, that carrion birds and vultures find not the mounting feast inside Mountain's mouth, lives reaped in Spring. Death passes by: at his left a flock of black feathers, at his right the legs of crawling swarm. On this day, under mountain dark and damp, the flock passed by, but grubs and worms stopped and ate their putrid fill.

Rewan Talespinner marveled at the craftsmen tools and the many wares on offer. He had seen the longbows of his village, but they were primitive, basic. Here, the bows stringed and oiled were of a different nature than the ones used in his village, or even the ones wielded by common footman. In his youth, the weapons used were carved from northern oak, fortified with tar of birch. Looking at the merchandise on offer, he could plainly see the grain of carved Imperial wood that seemed to gleam in the torchlight, the bowstring of hemp looped over itself as if it itself was a blade. His eyes wandered to the crossbows, each meticulously crafted to send into each foe a final message. He could not imagine the carving, the calibration needed for each work, and he only looked in awe as Rittersberg now contained another master craftsman. Finally, in his wanderings, he saw the office and designs of castles and keeps, of storefronts and buildings. The lines drew taut and sure as a soldier's draw. In it, Rewan imagined constructions and christenings in every vassal and foreign nation, to reclaim nature's hold and advance the annals and relics of man. Yes....yes! A fine storefront, a fine storefront indeed. He hustled back to his small hut mirroring Moreno Quay, to write this fine business into the record o' song, of Little Lorraine.

I believe that statuses can prevent certain actions from being done. As an example, when setting the "Musical" status on my character, I cannot interact with barrels or chests. When trying to ride to the battlefield today, I could not have another rider on my horse unless we were the same status. I am not sure what the interaction with the recording status and using levers, but the capability is there to adjust the permissions for world actions. I think we can stand to better document what is available when marking yourself as a status, and if recording is less lax, to adjust as needed.

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Good people of Axios! We, the Last Pine Tavern located in Halstaig, has provided a new challenge for the hungry and brave adventurers of Axios. Born from dark-thoughts and many, many tankards of ale, the Adunian Bellyslam is the most delicious, lip-smacking, spiciest dish that anyone in Axios has posted on the bounty board. Weighing almost as much as a three-year old, the Adunian Bodyslam contains the following ingredients: 2 rounds of Adunian Rye Bread 2 porkchops 1 haunch of rabbit 3 ladles of smashed taters 1 full roasted chicken 5 orders of chips, fried to perfection and seasoned with salt and Matrim's secret spice n' herb blend Heaping amounts of gravy Various vegetables Harian Peppers Dragon's Breath & More! This is not a dish for the faint of heart. Should you attempt this challenge, be prepared for the food to fight back. As is customary in Halstaig, we invite one challenger out of your group to attempt to finish the Adunian Bellyslam on their own. If they are not successful, we then invite the other members of your group to attempt to finish the dish. Please note that if the single challenger is not successful, you MUST pay for a round of drinks for the whole tavern (including your group). Should the single challenger finish the dish on their own, we will provide them with a monetary reward and their name immortalized within the Last Pine Tavern. Please note that due to the size and various ingredients involved, you MUST send a bird to the current owner of the Last Pine Tavern ((CompiledCake)) to attempt this challenge. In addition, you must come in as a group, as we do not want leftovers. Wanted: The Adunian Bellyslam Threat Level: Easy Suggested party-members: 2-5 Location: Fort Halstaig, at the Lone Pine Tavern Reward(s): 50 minas upon its completion, and your name upon the Wall of FAME ((Message myself on the forums to schedule the event))

MY MAN

*Looking upon the nondescript sign, he puts his name by etching it in with a sharp stick.* "Edward" *He leaves the small sign.*

Hoho! Haha! Seems we've been kicked out mate. Ah! No matter. A merchant will go where a merchant is needed, and that is toward the sewers. Aye. We will go again! That's wot we do best. As merchants, it is our humble duty to go and sell everything, to everyone! Even th' rats in the sewers! Aye, that it is! Come along now! The merchant looks for new customers in the overwhelming miasma of the sewers.

((Put your RP name, followed by your Minecraft username)) Name ((OOC Name)): Edward Poesroes(CompiledCake)) Surname/House: Date of Birth ((Example: 11th of Sun’s Smile, 1520)): Example 19th of Grand Harvest, 1530 Gender: Male Race: Human Citizenship Class (A or B): B Physical Description Height: 5 feel 9 inches Weight: 172 pounds Eye Color: Gray Hair Color: Brown Skin Color/Shade: Light Brown Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: None Personal Information Home Address (Leave blank if unknown): Region of Residence (Leave blank if unknown): Profession/Occupation: Lumberjack Have you paid your processing fee (CLASS A CITIZENS ONLY!): ((Please provide a screenshot of the payment.)) Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship (fill your name in the blanks): "I, Edward Poesroe, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."

I'll be around for a couple days. I had college so I've been relatively inactive. It'd be great to RP with you again.