Zezimus

Writ of Legitimation To the Prince of Ves, Ide Haraccus. My name is Edgar Sarkozic, and though you have not met me before, I have heard of your exploits. I was once the Chancellor of Adria, and brother to the late Duke John the Good, the builder of your great city. We share a love of the quill, and for this I look forward to our contact in the future, for birds of a feather do best to flock together. However, this letter does not bear only the burden of introduction, but instead is to address a much more significant topic. As brother to John, I was uncle to Josip the Mad, the last Sarkozic Duke of Adria. Josip sired many bastards, if these new sources were to be believed credible, and his spawn now walks Arcas in all cities of man. That being said, I, the oldest of House Sarkozic and the last of the legitimate line, have come into contact with one Heinrik and Petyr Orel, Orel being the name given to Sarkozic bastards. Heinrik prefers Henry, and I have requested that he find lodging in Ves soon. He is humble, earnest and true, and bears a striking resemblance to his father. I believe him to be a true son of Josip, and, with my own children long buried beneath the ground, see him as the future of our house. Let it be known, that I, Edgar Sarkozic, legitimise Heinrik and Petyr Orel as Henry and Peter Sarkozic, and Henry, I name to be my heir to the position of Patriarch of House Sarkozic upon my death. There are not, to my knowledge, any other legitimate Sarkozics in existence. The legitimacy of other bastards, pretenders or not, is now at my, and soon to be my heir’s discretion. I am soon to leave this world, as my age takes my vitality by the day. May God deliver my house once more to prosperity, and may he deliver the sons of Josip strength. Sincerely, Edgar Sarkozic

Sat in his study in the dwarven city of Kal'Varoth, Wulfgar ponders the rumours of these 'Drumm' folk, distant kinsman of his crazed great uncle, Balthar of the Blackaxe. "With any luck, they will 'ave little in common," he remarks, remembering the old dwarf's many past attempts on his life.

((Aside from a few images taken from the Hobbit/Lord of the Rings, this just looks to be an interpretation of in game events or history written by various players at one time or another. I appreciate any attempt to record in game events, however construed it might be to different points of view.))

Taking a raven feathered quill and a pot of ink, Edgar Sarkozic, Chancellor of Adria, signs his brother's name at the bottom of the scroll on the Duke's behalf. "His Lordship, John of House Sarkozic, Duke of Adria, Baron of Dormont, Protector of the Midlands."

========================================= Name of the Treaty: Union of Crow and Ram ========================================= Type of Treaty: Alliance ========================================= [Nation / Freebuild] [Name: ] Duchy of Adria [Nation / Freebuild] [Name: ] March of Ostmark ========================================= Date of Signing: 1663 ========================================= It was not a large assembly. Banner guards, carrying the banners of Crow and Ram, posted outside the cathedral of Saint Emma. The tavern across the street boomed noise, a few drunken Adrian peasants stumbling out to peer on the noble marriage. Eimar var Burgundar embraced his soon-to-be son-in-law with the love of a father. The young duke, John, waited up at the altar as a quiet and timid bride, not one of many words, walked up the aisle. No, it was not a marriage of love; political intellectuals would remark, though, it was one of familial necessity. Amelia var Burgundar and John Sarkozic’s arms were wrapped in the banner of House Sarkoz. The priest spoke the hymns and ceremonies with effortless remembrance, though a spark of joy in his voice when the name of Sarkozic passed off his lips. The ceremony was not one of pomp, rather quick. With the marriage kiss, the Crows and Rams rose in cheer, which drowned out even the din of the tavernites. Like the two families joined in marriage, so too did the church-goers and the drinkers of the newly erected tavern. Out poured the Sarkozics, out poured the Burgundars, out poured the priest and the Vladovics and Ivanoviches, out poured the guards and down fell the flags. Merriment rang on through the night, as the celebratory groom became rowdily drunk. Though, his timid bride sat there with a content smile, glad in her new home of happy people and loud songs. The sun rose over the town of Belvitz, come early morning a town crier announced to the rising peasants. Our duke is married! Amelia var Burgundar, now Amelia Sarkoz, is our Duchess! ---------------------------- Signed, His Lordship, John of House Sarkozic, Duke of Adria, Baron of Dormont, Protector of the Midlands His Lordship Eimar of House var Burgundar, Margrave of Ostmark, Count of Götha, Baron of Geatea, Cyrilsburg, Riga, Aleksandria, Westmark, Eastmark, Royal Knight, Protector of the Southlands and Master of the Hunt

In-Game Name: Zezimus Request: Change of name from Duchy of Blackmarsh to Duchy of Adria Link to relevant forum sections: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/forum/895-duchy-of-blackmarsh/ RP to confirm:

Role-play: The irony that Adria would be restored with the quelling of a rebellion was not lost on John Sarkozic. It had been over a century since the church in Brelus had been burnt by Savoyard Imperialists, the generals of fire and cold steel laying waste to the once fertile plains that overflowed around it. Its wooden walls lay broken in a forgotten land, far away from the town known as Belvitz. John looked upon a map from the royal court in Senntisten, down at the label and illustration of a hamlet near the Cloud Temple. This is mine. Promised and Bestowed, this land is mine. There was but one hitch: the deluded keepers of Belvitz refused to return to his Majesty’s court. The deluded group of stragglers from a once prominent group dug into the dirt before the promise of prosperity for Adria, and laid their trenches in its way. The rebels, led by a southeron who was in reality of little importance, defied his Majesty. In another life, Brelus stood in a similar position. However, today those stragglers blocked his way. Belvitz’s way. Today, John would bring with him the grandsons of Brelus, of Adria. They would march forth, and from Senntisten they would bring the fire, the cold steel. No church would burn to the ground, but the ashes of those walls would serve as the fertilizer for plentiful fields not yet sowed. CBs: Rebellion. Side A: Renatus. Side B: Rebels. Proposed Date & Time: Sunday 29th April, 4 EST, 9 GMT. Proposed Rules: No allies. Location: (Provide a screenshot of the area being warclaimed from the dynmap.) https://gyazo.com/8c24a4a6533a5a70e9706ca120d07164 Belvitz (Including the tavern) Discord: Grool#6871 Zezimus#7214

Name: Magni Farhammer Age: 200 Race: Cave Dwarf Allegiance (Current nation of residence): None Past Military Experience: Beast hunting and occasional sellsword work. None-Military Experience/Skills: Mining and merchanting OOC Information: MC Name: Zezimus Skype Name (Used for updates, news and information): zezimus-uk Teamspeak is a required tool for battles and major events, it is recommended that you at least download it upon joining the Order. Have you been in the Order before?: Yes. Do you plan to make this character one of your primary?: Yes.