Esterlen

Malachai Rosenburg strokes his beard quite deviously. "DEATH TO ALL TRIBADES!"

((No, you're wrong, sorry.))

Second Act of the Kingdom of Kaedrin's Chancery Kaedreni Patronized Posters By issue of the Chancery of the Kingdom of Kaedrin and the Lord Chancellor Hadrien de Sarkozy, patronized support of Kaedreni and foreign artists are now welcomed to submit their works to the Kaedreni government to further the cause of national pride and identity. It is within the Chancery’s decision that these works, should they prove to be valuable and top quality, shall be officially recognized by Kaedrin, and the artist paid handsomely for their work. The Chancery requests that artists present their works to the Lord Steward of Kaedrin once completed, so that the work may be properly perfected and if interesting to the Steward and Chancery, patronized officially. The first series of posters are hereby released by the Chancery of Kaedrin, making each poster an official work of the Kingdom of Kaedrin. ((All credit for the above posters goes to Jorgen Reimer. He’s been a real help to our media efforts in Kaedrin. This post allows the people of Kaedrin (or abroad) to submit their renditions of posters and any other artworks that they feel show what Kaedrin as a kingdom is. All submissions should be sent via forum PM to SKiddles (HARAMBEE). Artists may also PM SKiddles or myself (Esterlen) for ideas and pictures to use as a template. Accepted posters will be put into this thread and it will be recognized as official, and all credit will go to the creator.))

((Is there a worker named Roxanne here perchance?))

I'm a lesbian trapped in a man's body.

((Post has been edited in accordance with the correct demonym, and the link corrected from the placeholder one. Thanks for the input!))

Hadrien shakes his head, wondering how Holm has any form of military. After all, it doesn't exist.

((Regardless, Valkrae is not a greater house, Tarus or not.))

A royal missive is posted around all noticeboards in Kaedrin, bearing the white cross on red, the seal of the kingdom. The notice is entitled rather elaborately 'First Act of the Kingdom of Kaedrin's Chancery - the Official Anthem of Kaedrin and all Kaedreni'. It contains many lines of script forming seemingly foreign words - upon the perusing of any particular learned individual, this script may well be recognized as the tongue of West Gaekrinean. The anthem is obviously supposed to be sung in the foreign language, however a translation is attached. ---------------------------------------------------- Es braust ein Ruf wie Donnerhall, Wie Schwertgeklirr und Wogenprall: Zum Jaruga, zum Jaruga, zum Kaedrischen Jaruga, Wer will des Stromes Hüter sein? Lieb' Vaterland, magst ruhig sein, Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Jaruga! Durch hunderttausend zuckt es schnell, Und aller Augen blitzen hell; Der Kaedrische Jüngling, fromm und stark, Beschirmt die heil'ge Landesmark. Lieb' Vaterland, magst ruhig sein, Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Jaruga! Er blickt hinauf in Himmels Au'n, Wo Heldengeister niederschau'n, Und schwört mit stolzer Kampfeslust: Du Jaruga bleibst Kaedrische, wie meine Brust! Lieb' Vaterland, magst ruhig sein, Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Jaruga! So lang ein Tropfen Blut noch glüht, Noch eine Faust den Degen zieht, Und noch ein Arm die Armbrust spannt, Betritt kein Feind hier deinen Strand! Lieb' Vaterland, magst ruhig sein, Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Jaruga! Und ob mein Herz im Tode bricht, Wirst du doch drum ein Welscher nicht, Reich, wie an Wasser deine Flut, Ist Kaedrischland ja an Heldenblut! Lieb' Vaterland, magst ruhig sein, Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Jaruga! Der Schwur erschallt, die Woge rinnt, Die Fahnen flattern hoch im Wind: Zum Jaruga, zum Jaruga, zum Kaedrischen Jaruga, Wir alle wollen Hüter sein! Lieb' Vaterland, magst ruhig sein, Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Jaruga! So führe uns, du bist bewährt; In Gottvertrau'n greif' zu dem Schwert, Hoch Peter! Nieder mit der Brut! Und tilg' die Schmach mit Feindesblut! Lieb' Vaterland, magst ruhig sein, Fest steht und treu die Wacht am Jaruga! The translation is as follows: The cry resounds like thunder's crash, Like ringing swords and waves that clash: The Yaruga, the Yaruga, go to our Yaruga, Who'll guard our River, hold the line? Land of our fathers, have no fear, Your watch is true, the line stands here. A hundred thousand hearts beat fast, The eyes of all to you are cast, The Kaedrin youth, devout and strong. Protects you, as he has so long. Land of our fathers, have no fear, Your watch is true, the line stands here. He casts his eyes to heaven's blue, From where past heroes hold the view, And swears pugnaciously the oath, You Yaruga and I, stay Kaedreni, both. Land of our fathers, have no fear, Your watch is true, the line stands here. While still remains one breath of life, While still one fist can draw a knife, One crossbow still fired with one hand, No foe will stand on this Yaruga sand. Land of our fathers, have no fear, Your watch is true, the line stands here. Should my heart not survive this stand, You'll never fall in foreign hand, Much, as your waters without end, Have we our heroes' blood to spend. Land of our fathers, have no fear, Your watch is true, the line stands here. The oath resounds, on rolls the wave, The banners fly in wind. We'll save The Yaruga, the Yaruga, the Kaedreni Yaruga, Together we will hold the line. Land of our fathers, have no fear, Your watch is true, the line stands here. So lead us with your tried command, With trust in God, take sword in hand, Hail Peter! Down with all that brood! Repay our shame with the foes blood! Land of our fathers, have no fear, Your watch is true, the line stands here. ((Please no OOC posts, thanks!))

Understandable. Have fun, Scips.

((House Valkrae is not a greater house on account of not possessing or formerly possessing a duchy. Please don't claim you're things you're not! Thanks.))

Please move House Chivay up to royal house. Thanks.

Please add King Peter Chivay to the list of royalty, along with: Crown Prince Castor Chivay Prince Thomas Chivay Prince Robert Chivay Prince Edward Chivay Princess Rosalie Chivay Thankyou.

Malachai Rosenburg composes a similar anthem, sending it off to the Imperial Court. Rather curiously, his missive does not get a response. The attachment read as follows: As long as the human spirit is yearning deep in the heart, With eyes turned toward the East, looking toward the Empire, Then our hope - the two-thousand-year-old hope - will not be lost: To be a free people in our land, The land of Oren and Abresi.

I don't think this was misconstrued at all. The emboldened statement is in fact what those who oppose this are arguing against. I'm not going to write a long and detailed post about how I disagree with this, so I'll outline it quite simply. This is an RP server. We are here to RP and consequently deal with RP in RP. If a racial capital was about to be conquered, the GMs getting involved, stepping in and shutting down the situation OOC is not RP, and it's not fair on the conquering players (Who, mind you, have been solely RPing this.) at all. It's comparable to the GM team stepping in when anybody at all faces an IC loss. Players on LotC should have the opportunity to be victorious in roleplay without an out-of-character hindrance or similar barrier.

To be honest, I don't see the point in limiting what can be conquered. It not only makes no sense in RP, but protection from subjugation and conquest such as this promotes a culture of dealing with IC actions OOC and simply 'leaving the RP' when one is on the losing side.

"Allahu akbar!" - Hajji Halef Omar bin Jahvid al-Agrabah, the Iron Fist of Khoda

A clearly human figure sits on a long bench in Malinor as many common men and other proletariat hurry past him, eager to be about their business in the capital of Leumalin. He is reading a large leaflet, his face obscured by the elf-written text. He gives nods of affirmation sporadically as he acknowledges various statements in the newspaper, his eyes searching hungrily. He licks his lips in anticipation, placing the newspaper down on his lap. Malachai Rosenburg smirks with delight, an unctuous musing passing through his lips only to be lost in the frequent breezes of the city of Leumalin. "Everything is going as planned."