Komodo

The great gates of the Dreadfort open, unleashing a host of messengers, bearing the House Bolton sigil across the Northern woods and hills. A number of these make there way to Winterfell, others to Widow's Watch. They bear various message delegating the duties of the lordship to its bannermen and making requests to its leaders.

((Apologizes for the distinct lack of RP, just want to get this done so Cracker has something to process))

Actions

-Trade Pact sent to the Starks of Winterfell

-Constructing ten ships, five warships, and five transports

-Training 1,000 Light Infantry and 1,000 Heavy Infantry at Dreadfort

-Further Improvements on the dock at Widow's Watch

Ledger

Treasury: 2900

Ships: -1300

Heavy Infantry: -450

Light Infantry: -250

Upkeep: -130

Dock Improvements: -750

Total: 20

Manpower

Current: 13,000

Light Infantry: -500

Heavy Infantry: -1500 

Total: 11,000

Inside the Dreadfort, in the smoky study, lit by a roaring fire, Remus listened to one of his outriders, bearing a Stark letter. After hearing all of it, the lord let out a loud laugh.

"Ah ha! So the wolf agreed to the terms? That's surprising news. I suppose their not as cold as we thought them. In this case, send Royce with a handful of our men to Winterfell. I trust he will be safe enough in the castle. And send Donnel and a handful of our men with him. As for the men being sent to Sisterton, see to it that they and my brother Damon arrive there as soon as possible on Stark ships. And steward! Take heed of my orders, and we'll set to work on the Weeping right away."

Updated Troop Positions

Dreadfort: 1,000 Heavy Cavalry
                 500 Heavy Infantry
                 1,485 Northern Screamers
                 1,500 Light Infantry

Widow's Watch: 1,000 Northern Screamers
                          500 Light Infantry

Karhold: 500 Heavy Cavalry
              250 Heavy Infantry
              200 Northern Screamers
              200 Light Infantry

Last Hearth: 500 Heavy Cavalry
                    250 Heavy Infantry
                    300 Northern Screamers
                    300 Light Infantry

The Sisters: 500 Heavy Infantry

                    750 Northern Screamers

                    1000 Light Infantry

Pebble and The Paps: 500 Heavy Infantry

                                    250 Northern Screamers

                                    500 Light Infantry

Winterfell: My youngest son and 15 Northern Screamers as guards.

Tick #1 Take Two

* Various Adjustments Made to Deployments, most of them revolving around the movement of troops to Pebble and the Paps, and the Sisters. 

* Royce Bolton, age nine, sent to Winterfell with a handful of guards.

*  250 Gold Spent on Improving the transportation system on the Weeping Water, to allow barges and rest stop so troops can move faster and supplies can easily be transported to Widow's Watch for ship construction. 

*  750 Gold Spent on Improving the dockyards around Widow's Watch, to make ship construction easier, and it capable of stationing more ships. 

The Ledger 

Starting Gold: 1,450

    Expenses: -1000 for improving dockyards

                      -450 for improving barges

Remaining Gold: 0 

Inside of Dreadfort's shady, tavern like hall, drinks are poured and rowdy songs sung. Such songs have become common since Remus upset the Bolton lordship, and established his own form of entertainment as a norm among the bannermen of the house. He was an unusually cheerful man, from a house known for its cold, dour soldiers and statesmen. True, he was a man of those talents as well, but that did not mean he did not being his own gallows humor to his hall in the Dreadfort. He sat with his loud, militant brother sitting to his right, and his homely wife to his left. She was not unattractive, though it was clear that being "the prettiest woman from The Sisters" was not a great compliment. As he jested with his brother and a handful of lieutenants standing on his dais, the lord heard a horn blow and a herald call up above the din of the evening.

"The Starks of Winterfell!"

Entered were a handful of Stark bannermen, likely being members of the Winterguard themselves, dressed in the greys and whites of the house. Among them was a man wearing a rich fur cloak, who stood forward with a message. Offering the lord the messages sent to him by the King of Winter, Remus Bolton sat on his seat, as his court around him began to mutter about themselves. Finally, the lord's brother spoke up. 

"Well brother! Let's have it! Oaths, swords, and boys is what this wolf wants. What will you bark back at him?"

After drumming his middle finger on the table in a galloping rhythm for some time in silence, Bolton spoke, with a slight laugh.

"Now, now, take care. We are not dogs. Boltons do not bark. And we're certainly not wolves either," he looked at his brother with an expression as if to say 'silly boy', "Flayed men do not speak." 

Rising quickly to his feet, the lord raised his cup and toasted his Stark guests. Remus assured his loyalty to the Kings of Winter, as his father did for a good many decades. However, a matter of things must be concluded before he would send his boy to Winterfell. Offering a letter to the King, he set out his requests to his liege. After seeing the Starks to their chambers, the lord set about making quick remarks with his steward on the status of his in-law's estate at Widow's Watch. It would be imperative to establish the means to construct docks as soon as possible.

Troop Composition

Dreadfort: 1,000 Heavy Cavalry 

                       1,000 Heavy Infantry

                       2,500 Northern Screamers

                       2,750 Light Infantry

Widow's Watch: 1,000 Northern Screamers

                                       750 Light Infantry

Karhold: 500 Heavy Cavalry

                   500 Heavy Infantry

                  200 Northern Screamers

                  200 Light Infantry

Last Hearth: 500 Heavy Cavalry

                          500 Heavy Infantry

                          300 Northern Screamers

                         300 Light Infantry

Tick #1

Requesting an assessment on the cost of constructing shipyards at Widow's Watch, along with barges to ferry supplies up and down the Weeping Water. Making use of the Northern Screamers between the two holdfasts to rally up workers and patrol the areas to keep them crime free during the infrastructural projects.

Sending a letter to King Stark, titling my requests.

A letter to the King of Winter

The King of Winter,

 

I offer you my most cordial greetings! I have received your men at the Dreadfort, and hope I have provided them the sincerest hospitality. On the matter of your demands however, I must offer my own remarks to. As a vassal, I owe you my loyalty. I shall be your man through and through until the North's end. However, I hope for as much amiability as the Starks are known to give their vassals. Surely despite the blood between our family's in the past, I am still to be offered the same rights and privileges as a Glover or Manderly. With that in mind, I shall offer you my concerns. 

 

First, on the matter of The Sisters. The war fought between the Vale was not long ago. I proud of my father and his deftness in procuring them from the South. However, Bolton's past victories does not make them any less a responsibility to the whole North. I request, that for each Bolton man sent to defend The Sisters, a Stark man also be sent. The Stark levies are considerably larger than the Bolton's, so surely this is not concern. By doing so, more men can be provided to defend the isles in the case of invasion. There is also the matter of the sea. Though the Lord of The Sisters is my father by marriage, I do not have the means to transport my men there. My house has no sort of navy. I would request that the Stark's fleet at White Harbor be reposition with the Bolton and Stark Sister garrison to the city of Sisterton, and be anchored their to offer patrols. The Vale's fleet is nonexistent, thanks to my liege's efforts in the War Across the Waters. We Boltons shall pull our own weight in this war, and will offer our own ships, if support can be given in the construction of docks at Widow's Watch. We should have ample materials, but if shipwrights can be provided, this will improve construction greatly.

 

If these requests can be met, I shall send my son immediately, happy to offer his custody to an agreeable monarch. My youngest boy, Royce, shall be sent to Winterfell. I trust he will be safe in your hands.

 

Signed, the Lord of the Dreadfort

Application
Skype name: Cracker's got it. 
Do you wish to play a GM? If you play a GM you probably can't play a faction: No, unless I get denied.
Faction of choice: House Bolton
Why you picked said faction: It's a casual start, with plenty of potential to go whichever way I choose. I also got to stick to my Flay roots.
Biography of faction. Describe your family in age and characteristics along with proving you read your faction's information section. Be realistic with family size, names (pick them based on historical members of your dynasty, ex. Mern for Gardener) age and personalities/capabilities:

The last three and a half decades of Bolton power was made possible with the reign of their last lord, Lord Royce Bolton. A unimposing, unremarkable man in appearance, Royce Bolton was not a person whom would not go unnoticed in a room. He always seemed to be watching those around him, keeping careful track of all the ostentatious, and understated events around him. Making careful use of this watchful characteristic, Lord Bolton careful forged his own schemes and conspiracies for thirty five years, creating friendships, alliances, and eventually vassals out of those around him. Securing the support of the Umbers in a series of wars with the Wildings over the Wall, making use of his brother's position as Commander of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, securing Karhold by marriage to his eldest daughter, Widows Watch by promised safety from Hornwood, and Hornwood with promised glory in the South, and securing pretenders in the Sisters, and the Paps and Pebble by force, Royce gained power by by the sworn, the ring, the pen, and envelope. 

But only two years ago however, the North saw the passing of the statesmen, leading to the title passing to the son of the late lord, Remus Bolton. Remus in many ways became a comfortable change in attitudes in the way of his father. Relaxed, amiable, and a generally jovial man, Remus entertained many guests at the Dreadfort, with his dark humor and off handed remarks on religion and foreign politics. Where is did not prove to differ from his father however, was his knack for statesmanship. Remus, though quicker to anger than his father, and a cruel, ruthless man when in a tirade, proved to be more than capable of keeping his vassals in line, ensuring that Bolton hegemony over the northeast did not perish. Having ruled two years now from the humble age of thirty one, Remus is virile man, with a younger brother, married to the daughter of Lord Flint of Widows Watch who proved to be an aggressive, militant man both in his youth and older years, along with an elder sister married to the Lord of Karhold. With two younger sons of ages eleven and nine, as well as a daughter of six years, the state of the realm seems to be in good order, should the Starks choose to utilize their Bolton vassals. 

Can you be active? A post every 2-3 days at minimum is expected: Yes

I actually hate what this race has become.

^^^this^^^ Please. Everyone. Stop. This has turned into Borat 2.

A charming fellow. I've never encountered zealotry, favoritism, rudeness, or anything of the like from him. He's a cool tempered guy who should be able to objectively review new players and help them get a good start on LotC. +1

((To be fair, Petrus is most populous... I don't think it's an accurate representation of numbers. Regardless, comparing your ddddddd sizes isn't very comely. lotcflamewarsm8s))

((My only request is to stop speaking old Raevir speak. It makes a farce out of the people and gives your king a -10 diplomacy. Just sayin))

((Is Petrus really that bad that it warrants a reconstruction? Personally I think it really needs people, and I don't think it will help that much for it to be reconstructed. To give a suggestion though, I'd advise not making it large. Give the city room to grow naturally and don't build walls around it.))

I decided to log back on to LotC after a month long hiatus and I was greeting by this message.

java.net.ConnectException: Connection refused: no further information:

Not quite sure what the issue is, but I can log on to Dark Ages, a PvP Minecraft server, and my internet in general is working fine. Any possible help would be appreciated, thanks.

A great black raven of a Ruskan breed pierces the skys above the papal residence. The message scrawls across the parchment tied to its spindly leg reads thus.

"Allfather bless you, your grace Daniel I. I offer you my humble service and my weary feet. With luck, this bird shall reach you before I do. Although God have mercy should it reach you and I do not. The roads are still want for security in this land. I am Ioann of Kralta. I was born to a haberdasher and his goodwife five and forty years ago. When I heard God's word I set off to follow Saint Bogdan the Wise and learned from him while he remained in the court of Lord Carrion. Saint Bogdan ordained me as a priest of Godan I then set forth on my own pilgrimage, despite my lame footing. I traveled across the Fringe, until I found temporary residence in the township of Vekaro. There I blessed and baptized a man formerly known as Siguine Barrow. I hope to have the honor of meeting him once more under God's light. Creator bless us all."

Vassily grunts. "This is fake. Cannot be a Raevir without offering Carrion Black™ and White™ in your establishment," 

Props to you my friend for trying something new! You have my support as long as your competent with your culture. However, it's important that I agree with my peers above. It is best you just try to establish a noble house first and work from there outwards to spread your culture. Don't focus on nobility, focus on having a lord, one or two sons/daughters, and then his loyal commoners. Trying to make a multifaceted principality is something that is achieved by only the largest of movements, especially in this day and age on the server. I'd also recommend looking up the Auvergnian culture here on LotC. It is based off of the Franks as well, if I am not mistake. Perhaps it's not your exact culture, but it may be similar. Enjoy LotC and my best wishes for whatever you may do!

MC: Komodo445

RP: Vin

Candidate: Boris

MC Name: Komodo445

RP Name: Vinny

Candidate: Boris

Vassily grunts, "Only dead Sariant is dead Sariant. They kill my people, men with no faces and no family. Clade Teutonica I spit, and may my folk rest in piece," 

((Arnolf Kovachev does not represent the family. He would be noticed and removed. Please delete this after Skiddles sees it.))

"So good they said he hacked used black magic. ++1 Drelik"

The hour is late, and the streltsy heave their heavy burdens of wheat, carrot, and potato up upon their backs, hauling them to their storehouses. The days work had been done and it would be time for mass next saint's day. The peasantry removed themselves to their hovels to hold their evening prayers for good health, a good harvest, and the blessings of God and all his saints. 

Looking down at the fields, Ioann makes the sign of the Husaria cross and says a prayer for the farmers. He contemplates their hard work and what they must contend with day and day. Death and death from all and everyway. Raids of the infidels, famine, drought, pestilence, and traitors lurking in the midst of humanity, those who would blind them, and corrupt them for their own vile purposes...

But the era of the Darfeyist church had ended. Ioann's people had never been much for such trappings of a corrupt church either way. They were Raevirs and Ruskans. They clung to the Old Way. Work by day, prayer by night, fighting for their lord, their land, family, friends, and God Above. Not for some false Pontiff and his lackies. Dour, stubborn courage and persistence had always been their creed, and no man could remove them from their homeland. The Raevirs had known many 'homes' of the past centuries. Old Raev in Aegis, the Raevir Highlands of Asulon,  Ruska in Anthos, and now in the Fringe... The place did not matter. It was not a place that his people seeked. It was home. Home is not where you lay your head, it is what you fight for. Raev was not in Aegis, Asulon, or Anthos. It was not in Oren, Renatus, or Ruska. It was in the heart and mind of every Raevir. 

Suddenly, a divine light made itself apparent to Ioann. There was no doubt, this is what he must teach. He knew what he would teach his parish at the next sermon. Ioann left to his chapel, to prepare the morrow's mass.

"May these knights refused to be spanked and have a KD Ration of 10:1. Only then shall they be true knights."

((I cried.))

No....

I'm surprised Cracker hasn't already been a GM. Take a look at the dude's record. He's been a nation leader at least twice, he's got a pretty clean history on bans despite being a notorious Flay, he's been extremely dedicated to the server even when he's not roleplaying on it, and he has the Grey Eminence trait. There's really no reason why you shouldn't appoint him GM. +2

Ioann reads his copy in his draft room, remembering the fireworks bursting in air, the worry the Kralta garrison felt for their brat'ya, and the sudden wave of celebrations when their kings and lords rode into the streets, raising their banners and reveling in the bloody tabards of the black cross they carried with them. Twas a good day.

"Ave Kaedrin, Carry on Carrion," he quietly mutters.

((Now that's the Rose I remember. +1 for all you fellows in the red, white and gold.))

Borsa Ioann rose from his bed. It had been weeks since he had arrived in Vekaro. Weeks since he had been named an ordained kaplan of the parish. Weeks since his terrible fever left him bedridden. His fever gone now, he knew it was his day to offer blessings to this town's confused and misled people. Godan would guide him and he would by intercession guide them. He laced his travelling boots around his crippled, grotesque foot, walked carefully down the stares, and opened the door to the town hall where he was staying, prepared to tread in the light of Godani!

Ioann frowned. A dead baby bunny. Upon the very bricks of Vekaro where he would tread. He would not exaggerate such luck. He took it for an omen, that the death of such an innocent, yet stupid creature meant the death of both innocence and foolishness in Vekaro. These people would no longer revel in ignorance. Though, their enlightenment would be painful. Ioann stepped over the bunny, and walked onward to his church. There he rang the bells, summoning the strelts for mass.

((OOC))

If you're wondering where I got that picture, it's from my driveway. I went to get in my car for school and this is what greeted me on my doorstep. I decided it was about high time to hold a mass, after I finished laughing. This mass will be held at Saint Bogdan's Chapel in Vekaro on Thursday at six o'clock eastern standard time. The mass will be following a pretty loose, traditional ruskan orthodox liturgy that I've used several times before. Hopefully it won't be long, and it will end in the mob yelling and going to kill stuff. Hey, that's up to you. Either way, I will see you on Thursday my fellow Raevirs! All Orthodoxy and fellow Creationists are welcome!