Idioticozzy

Dima does the same as Ivan.

Meritocratic Elective Monarchy. Where candidates are selected from the greatest minds of the state/country whatever, and from these candidates a Monarch is selected. Monarchy because most efficient, Elective so you don't get one inbred retard ruling family, and Meritocratic to get the best people to lead, and not some retard that has a **** ton of money.

House Greyjoy Lord Reaver Vickon sits in his hall in Pyke, listening to his children chatter about the upcoming tourney at Harrenhal. Yet he was not focused on the soon to be event. He was thinking of reaving the rich, fat, plentiful lands of the Reach, pillaging and looting an- "My love?" Vickon's wife asks him. "What is it Woman?!" Vickon replies angrily "Who are you taking with you to Harrenhal? I'm tired of being cooped up in this ol-" "I'm taking Harren, and only Harren. Us Ironborn should not care for these stupid mainlander customs, but if it appeases the Drowned one, then we must go.." Vickon looks to his eldest son Harren. "Never let these fanciful Mainlander customs become a part of you boy. You are Sea and Salt, through and through, forever". Standing up, Vickon walks over to the window ledge, peering out over his land into the restless ocean. The next week Vickon and his eldest son Harren arrive in Harrenhal for the tourney, followed by 200 of his finest Ironborn Reavers. The father and son stare in amazement at the huge fortress of Harrenhal, never thinking anything could be so big. Vickon enters the great hall, his keen eyes searching for Harren. He finally spots him, and strides over to him, greeting him with that medieval arm shake thing. "Harren! Am I glad to see you! We haven't seen each other since, what, the last Reaving? Tell me again Harren, why we are doing this mainlander shite?" Vickon pushes his son to face Harren. "This is my eldest son, Harren. Named in your honour of course my king. I hope you like the look of him?" ~Troop Count~ 7000 men in total; 1500 Light Infantry 3500 Ironborn Reavers (200 at Harrenhal) 1500 Light Cavalry 500 Heavy Cavalry 80 ships in total; 45 ships of war, 35 Ironborn Longboats

OOC; Forum name: idioticozzy Skype (can be PMed to me if you wish): idioticozzy IC: House/Faction: House Smallwood of Acorn Hall. Starting military strength (keep it reasonable): 1000 in total: 900 men-at-arms/footmen, 100 Knights. Short history (completely optional): House Smallwood has reigned in Acorn Hall for decades before the Ironborn invasion. Now in these times of hardship, Lord Ryger Smallwood leads the house under the oppressive rule of the Ironborn, waiting for a day to break free from their Irongrip over the Riverlands

"CARRY ON CARRION"

"Better way of solving it? You murdered him on his own throne while you were viewed as friends and allies."

bye bby, remember orphan.

((two hours is quite a long time, last skirmish you took the place in little over half an hour pretty sure))

The Petty Kingdom of Gwynedd Llywelyn growls at the oncoming blockades and raids from this 'Jarl' of Man. However, no matter what, Llywelyn shall put up a fight. Llywelyn has a plan. 700 troops are sent down to Milford Haven to recapture the port, allowing the French reinforcements to dock and land. In total, 3,000 French troops disembark, heading north to join the rest of the Welsh army. The two halves finally meet, creating a formidable army of roughly around 7,000 troops, and 38 ships. Ship builders in wales flock to the relatively safe port of Milford Haven, bringing huge amounts of wood supplies, it is the only place to build ships, and Wales is going to need ships. ((10 new ships in 2 pages)) "To the Uniter of Ireland, Unfortunetly, I can not come to your isles and set eyes upon your beautiful daughter yet. Nearly every port of my country is blockaded, and I am fighting of raids from the Norwegian scum lords. The only thing I ask of you is to help me fight off these raiders and barbarians, perhaps to create a strong, united Kingdom." "To the Scoundrel they call The 'Jarl' of Man, If you do not cease your attacks, you will recieve all the consequences that you deserve" ((1 page to reply))

The Petty Kingdom of Gwynedd Llywelyn looks out onto the smokey Anglo-Welsh Border from the mountain he had once stood on a few years back at the beginning of his reign. He had accomplished much in his short reign so far, and his ultimate goal for uniting the whole of Wales was so close, yet so far. Llywelyn glances at the burning horizon once more, before heading back to Caenarfon. Llywelyn slouches in his throne, listening to the Jarl of Man's proposal. "So even if their was a possi-" "Do you know how the border is one fire, Jarl?" "Bandits and Brigands I have been told" "Not quite, my lord. When I set England ablaze, I expect your support, will I get it?" Attacks on the English have increased in ferocity, but still remain anonymous. Led by Llywelyn's new elite force, they have even started attacking English border forts, of course, shooting all messenger pigeons and hunting down wandering eyes to limit the spread of rumours of attack. "To the most Illustrious, Glorious, Noble King Louis of France, From our previous discussion about the dreaded kingdom of England, I have, of course, kept our alliance of ours as quiet as possible, and I must request, when I take my rightful land back from the English scum, may I ask for a small French force to accompany my force when I take these lands? I hope I get your reply swiftly, and will be forever in your debt if you do decide to support my invasion. Signed, King Llywelyn of Gwynedd"

"What if Dorf or Orc or Tent people attack? Truce broken then?"

Oryol walks down to Pevnost and the Work in Progress Keep, only to find a circus just on the doorstep. Oryol gets pushed and shoved by busy circus workers, as he tries to get out the way, he notices a sign saying "The Emerald Company". Oryol pauses for a moment, before shaking his head. "Erhm.. What?" ((basically, why is there a circus right in front of us?))

"Da Da Da!"

"So Da...Slaughter innocent Humans"

"So you said we are the tyrants, and that you are bringing justice to the realm, and now you just want to slaughter innocent humans?"

"Godani Jest Weilki!"