Zezimus

Thanks for sharing this Dalek, the screenshots you’ve managed to keep over the years were really helpful in putting this video together. As someone from the other side, I’ll say the undead did a great job of keeping us on our toes. It’s good to know the enjoyment was shared on both ends. For me personally, I’ll always miss the lived-in feel of Aegis, and the fluidity of character interactions, with everyone effectively being a new player. While I can appreciate the server has had to move on and adapt to new audiences during its lifespan, LotC never felt as natural or free-flowing as it did in the beginning.

IGN: Zezimus RP NAME: Wulfgar Grandaxe AGE: 437 ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Home Owner CANDIDATE: Levian'Tol Grandaxe

Hi guys, For those who weren’t aware, LotC recently passed its 10-year mark. In 2011, when Minecraft itself was still in its early days, a lot of us went ahead and filled out the application form to join what was then a new and upcoming fantasy RP server. Now, while many who were present in the beginning are either still around or just drop by the forum occasionally, it’s true to say that screenshots and footage from this time remain relatively scarce. After a bit of digging, I’ve managed to pull together something that might help to rekindle at least some of those memories. So, to the players of Aegis, whether moved on long ago or still here today, this one is for you. Image Credits: Shiftnative Dalek348 Candle340 MrKozeljko Robert29 TheDunhagen TNate1000 Alectriciti TEEBrown Agnub skinner452 PotatoOrgy Mercius Erased Freya Lymdil Cataris Serenityonyx Alys Visualjaw Gaius Marius Lirinya Kuseran Robin Drake Ryno2 Rhcrow Dilara DRAGON117OP Old Rattlesnake xDK Ever Sporadic Arkenos 501warhead Tythus shields12347 GamerTrilogy Aengulic Studios ZehBlindSeer CountJuno88

IGN: Zezimus RP NAME: Wulfgar Grandaxe CANDIDATE: Norli Starbreaker

A courier is dispatched to the city of Helena in due course, carrying a letter penned in response to the Emperor's missive. To his Imperial Majesty, Godfrey II of the House of Cascadia, I hereby affirm your request that Adrian Orel be recognised as a full and legitimate member of the House of Sarkozic, to be henceforth known as Adrian of the House Sarkozic. May God bless your reign and the continued peace and mutual goodwill of our two peoples. Signed, HIS LORDSHIP. Edgar of the House of Sarkozic, Patriarch of House Sarkozic

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 kinsmen 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.

(OOC) MC Name: Zezimus How active are you?: Active enough, though in an awkward timezone. Discord: Zezimus#7214 Timezone: GMT+8 (RP) RP Name: Wulfgar Grandaxe Gender: Male Note: Looking to take up smithing as a pastime, training required.

Voter: Name: Edgar Sarkozic Age: 49 Address: Sarkozic Keep

Full Name: Edgar Sarkozic Year of Birth: 1644 City of Primary Residency: Belvitz ((MC Name: Zezimus))

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:

BASIC INFORMATION OOC MC Username: Zezimus Discord Username: Zezimus#7214 Have you joined the Renatus Discord server?: Yes. How active are you?: Fairly active. IC Name: Edgar Surname: Sarkozic Title: Squire, Man-at-arms, Chancellor of Adria Liege Lord: John Sarkozic, Duke of Adria Gender: Male Date of Birth: 12th of Sun's Smile, 1644 Race: Human Subrace: Highlander - Raevir Culture: Renatian - Adrian  PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Height: 6’0 Weight: 190 lbs Eye Color: Green Skin Color: White Hair Color: Black Markings: Stubble PERSONAL INFORMATION  Residence: Belvitz, Sarkozic Manor in Senntisten Occupation: Squire, Chancellor of Adria CITIZEN’S OATH OF LOYALTY I, Edgar Sarkozic, hereby swear my loyalty to the King of the Crown of Renatus-Marna, and to uphold and obey the laws of the Crown as its loyal citizen. I understand the penalties and punishments that shall be incurred should I violate these laws.

The Duke's brother, Edgar Sarkozic, stands before the gathered mass of common folk and nobles alike, his eyes squinting down at the familiar faces who had restored his house to its rightful seat. The lives of those who had long passed in the atrocities committed during the Dukes' War would not be restored but in their name, the banners of Adria would fly proudly across the field of battle once more. He unsheathes his blade, raising it high into the air as John's speech concludes. "Long live Adria! Long live the House of Sarkozic!"

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

Wulfgar of Clan Blackaxe makes his way before the ballot box once more, a second election in a year he had been led to partake in. "It is my belief that Hamnil of Clan Frostbeard will one day be 'igh King, but for th' toime bein', we require a lad 'o can bring about stability in such toimes of change. I 'ave my faith that Torvin can bring about the unity our people need." Vote: MC Name: Zezimus RP Name: Wulfgar Blackaxe (Place an X beside the candidate name) Hamnil Frostbeard: Torvin “The Dragon” Blackaxe: X

Wulfgar scratches at his beard as he reads over the list of potential names. "City of order... I loike t'e sound of that." "Kal'Dormir."

Wulfgar Blackaxe squints his eyes at one of the letter's attempts to besmirch his daughter's name. "Well, now this unhinged oaf 'as really lost 'is grip on reality. Anbella, save 'is soul."

Wulfgar of Clan Blackaxe flickers a faint smile beneath his braided beard, his chestnut eyes gleaming up at the High King of Kaz'Ulrah and his newly wedded wife, the High Queen Signa Blackaxe. "A shame that it 'ad to be done with such bloodshed, but let us 'ope that from t'e 'orrors of war, we shall rise more unoited n' stronger than ever. Let t'e old alliances be reforged. Narvak oz kazamar Kharadunvuur! Narvak oz Kaz'Ulrah!"

Wulfgar of Clan Blackaxe takes hold of one of the letters as it is delivered to his clan hall, reading through its contents before casting the parchment into the glowing embers of a nearby fireplace. He then turns to face his clansmen, who have each had time to reflect on its words in turn. "They speak of dishonour, yet what greater dishonour is there than to distort t'e words ov t'e Brathmordakin for t'e malign ambitions ov the few? It t'e Kirkja Dverga 'o 'ave been consumed by megalomania, so to permit their masters to lie and cheat their way to power through whatever means it best suits 'em to do. T'e Brathmordakin are not a tool 'o's word is to be bent n' twisted for whatever purposes its prophet sees fit. They exist to protect all dwarves born from t'e seed ov Yemekar's creation, n' to forsake one aspect ov dwarfdom, is to forsake the very foundations that once bound our people as one. When my clan still pledged fealty to Urguan, where was t'e clergy then? Where was t'e clergy when its King soigned a pact with t'e Orenian Empoire, intent on t'e extermination ov an elder clan born ov Yemekar's creation? I cannae even remember t'e last toime a sermon was held in Urguan's halls, yet alone any indication that its 'High Prophet' still leant a voice to t'e gods' teachin's. Dungrimm 'as judged these pretenders on t'e battlefield, n' 'e as judged 'em to be false."

In Game Info RP Name: Wulfgar Blackaxe Age: 248 Race: Mountain Dwarf Professions: Breeding Experience (as a soldier or religious follower): Former Legionnaire and Prophet of Anbella in the Kirkja Dverga Out of Game Info MC Name: Zezimus Time Zone: GMT Discord (For communication and rallying): Zezimus#7214

Yer name: Wulfgar Blackaxe What are yer professions: Breeding Race: Mountain Dwarf In which cohort do you wish to be placed in: In whichever I am most needed. (( OOC Format )) MC Name: Zezimus Discord: Zezimus Skype: zezimus-uk

Wulfgar of Clan Blackaxe leans over the head of his great axe, as he hears word of the High King's letter. "From t'e Legion, to t'e clergy, perhaps even to t'e throne ov Urguan itself, corruption festers at t'e very 'eart ov what was once our nation. A sad day it is when t'e sons ov Urguan would shed t'e blood ov their fellow dwedmar. If t'e call to war is made, Clan Blackaxe shall answer, as honour demands. When that toime comes, t'e Urguanites would do well to remember 'o their real kinsmen are."