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Yeah, it's just that, only 1/3 of the warclaimed area is actually Sanctum's territory.

That's fine. If Sanctum is loyal to Oren then when the Teutons show up, that is it, they become buddy buddy no one dies. If Sanctum just says "No screw off we don't like the Empire." Then there will be an actual war. The Warhawkes as far as I know live in the Seventisian Region which isn't even mentioned, and if they live in the land claimed by Auvurgne and it is across the straight, literally all they need to say is "We are part of the Duchy of Auvergne." This is such a simple concept that I am baffled as to why people are confused. It's like everyone is arguing just for the sake of arguing and calling someone pvp hungry.

The response to this warclaim was some of the most aggravating reading I have ever done in my life. I am absolutely shocked at how people did not understand a word of what Mirtok said. That being said, I say Sanctum absolutely has to remain on the warclaim as it would not make sense in ROLEPLAY for Mirtok to suddenly remove it from his plans. He does not know the strength of their loyalty, and when he shows up there he will talk and Roleplay with you. You guys are the ones absolutely assured that Mirtok is some tool who just wants loot and no Roleplay which I found insulting on Mirtok's behalf. He said time and time again he is going to the land and essentially planting a flag. No one needs to show up and fight him. If someone shows up to fight him they are getting killed simply enough. No one needs to go to stand up to him. If someone from Sanctum shows up to fight them then they are in the wrong and they will end up getting their city in trouble with the empire.

THIS IS JUST TO REASSURE THE LAND IS UNDER IMPERIAL CONTROL. IF YOU ARE A PART OF OREN AND LIVE IN THIS REGION THEY WON'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU. IF HOWEVER YOU SHOW UP IN ARMOR AND ARMED TO FIGHT THEM FOR SOME REASON YOU WILL DIE. LITERALLY THEY ARE JUST GOING HERE TO ASSERT CONTROL NOT TO KILL. THIS WAR CLAIM IS A ROLEPLAY FORMALITY TO FORMALLY DECLARE CONTROL NOT TO KILL.

((Watch yo butts, I shall be posting tomorrow at last. Been lazy and free since my class ended :3))

What is this madness? The community supporting a GM? Blasphemy.

I gotchu

((Well in character I have agreed to this. The town will serve as a major port or byway for the duchy of Westfall and will construct a large canal so that larger trade ships than river boats can get into the Western Renatus Sea. The town is going to be a part of our interconnected road system and will be a major stopping point for sea trade (I plan to work out a fast travel system that is more interconnected for boats).

My hope is Simona will fit into the role of being a sea based settlement and will push their economy on in and out trade, and fish/inksacs, and other commodities of the sort. I approve of the use of stone as houses built out of wood on the coast do not have as much permanence.

Get some shepherds we need some meat in this duchy D:

((Gah, why in the F word is every noble also the best swordsmen in the world? You're a noble. That statement was 110% Hypocrisy))

((I would not say the best, yet I would say any assassins should be aware of everything Baronvo said, nobles are trained from a young age in all manner of things. Honestly saying they are jack of many trades is not unreasonable, but most nobles need to take positive abilities with negative personality traits to counterbalance this.))

((My question is what are the titles for a nobles children, such as a duke's sons and daughters))

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/59632-guide-to-the-titles-and-styles-of-the-holy-empire-of-oren/

The eldest child of a Duke is a Viscount. The other children are referred to as Master or Mistress, and they may gain Countal titles if their father (the Duke) gives onto them counties.

All you are looking for is in Section II

(Remember you still have to pay this)

(People still haven't paid? Time for some denouncing)

Just wondering, whats the point of getting a private plot for donating when it can be taken away?

Because if people couldn't rply take a private plot due to ooc reasons then we'd have an issue, but the owner of the private plot can always get a new plot when they lose their old one.

Duke Zibaen of House Vivyaen nodded with approval at the words of the Emperor. Murmurs swept over the crowd like a wave when the cheers and applause had passed. It had been too long since they had been in Oren proper, too long from home indeed. Within the city he attempted to travel in his litter as infrequent as possible, and oft times the old High Chancellor would have to surrender to locked joints less than half way through a short trek.

Once more the elder man opted to use his cane and walked at a snail’s pace with the aid of Ser Kais following just behind the Emperor and his entourage. “Might I have a word with my Emperor Godfrey?” A younger man with grayed hair pleaded to the Knights who guarded Godfrey dutifully. Tis a mistake to address his majesty outside of Court, and to give unto him an improper style could be deemed an insult. The patriarch of House Vivyaen thought dully as he came to the halt among the procession. “I am Jaehaeyrs Fireeye.” The man said; he had the look of a monk about him, or perhaps a healer. The name held some familiarity, yet not one of significant note. A low noble house? Barons, or mayhap an esquire family of Norjun. Zibaen tapped his cane casually as he established his balance. Far too many claimed nobility when they had little right, and it was an issue the Royal Scribes had to fight against tooth and nail every day. Mayhap they are a false noble family?

Duke Zibaen Vivyaen looked at Jaehaeyrs with hollowed eyes and squinted to take in a clearer picture of the man. “Tell me Jaehaeyrs of House Fireeye what it is thy dost speak of? We hath be given significant detail of the most irritating conflict that hath risen betwixt nobles and the mercenary company of Flay. Minor squabbles occupy the space betwixt information on this significant action. Is it possible our informant hath deemed something of little import?” He spoke authoritatively though his voice held only a shade of its former strength, yet still wisdom held weight as a back bone to his words.

Peculiarly the man gave reaction to one amongst the crowd of the Emperor’s entourage and signaled for banner bearers to flank him. Zibaen raised his brow curiously, and noted that Ser Kais had placed his mailed glove on the hilt of his sword cautiously. A peculiar display of strength, however unnecessary.

((Come on guys, I mean we all know the plague is passed, but do you guys all have to be such skeptics in character? It was a frightening experience in Asulon and a great deal of people died for no discernible reason then it stopped. What experience do all you guys have to deny what plague doctors are saying? Just seeing plague doctors wandering around would be frightening enough for people in the years following a massive plague that happened to destroy a new nation, and having plague doctors say it is back/never left should leave characters worried not skeptical.))

A murmur is heard passing through the throngs of peasantry who hear the man speak of the plague. Quickly news spreads between the common folk in Asulon as veiled rumors and table discussion, yet a deep rooted fear lingers in the minds of many of those who survived Garth's Revenge.

A thought prevails among those who hear the news; a topic that springs up among any sane man who has heard the plague has not left,

"What if it happens again?"

((Until we have fleshed out our religion more, I do not see how we can justify this as religious. We need to complete our beliefs and send out missionaries before we even think about this.))

((

It is generally trolls and people banned who want to see LotC shut down. Basically anybody in Celestial Dreams is a suspect.

Except they have a no tolerance policy regarding bad mouthing other servers.

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/39980-the-keepers-vs-the-hallowed-bandits/

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/39482-azar-vs-androniam-rebels/

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/44119-the-red-crusade/

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/46820-the-clipping-updated-march-22nd/

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/48704-the-mandarins-march/

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/54810-retribution-maple-port-conquest/

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/54997-a-ghosts-haven/

There is a list of the war claims that have been on Monk Territory. I think it is fair to say that so long as a conflict doesn't happen inside the actual Sanctuary, then the monks do not care. We cannot simply start saying that the Monks will start to not heal people for fighting on their land if they have never done it before this would cause a continuity issue.

Point being: There has been rebellions, sieges, sacks, battles, etc. in Monk Territory before and there will be more unless the Monks say "Yo guys if you keep fighting on our land we aren't healing you any more."

As for the conquest. Military groups are military groups, why would they decide to spend money and build a base if they can just take one from a weaker opponent? I see no issue, if the water is stagnant they will boil it, if the land is bad for farming then they will hunt or buy food (they are a military organization not farmers.) I would however say that they don't alter the land much and just set up tents and living in the ruins so that it keeps some mystique.

((The Palace/Keep idea should be removed because Ager is literally a two second run from the palace so another keep right next to a keep is illogical.))

Zibaen Vivyaen raises his eyebrows when his nephew the Grand Marshall interjects when the discussion had concluded. Sighing, he grasps his cane tightly and taps the ground with it while looking at Artorus wearily.

“Grand Marshall, thou art always welcomed to oversee the training of military groups within our Empire. I hath little doubt that Baelish would be honored by thy request, however I must deny you pledging the entirity of thy military force and all officers as that is grossly neglegant. As the Duke of Westfall I shall not allow thee to leave thy lands and family unattended in Ildon.” The old man shook his head slightly. “Military men of Westfall need stay where they are needed, aid Baelish in raising levies from the Crownlands to serve in the Watch, in such a case they shalt have more stake in defending their home than a Westfallian.”

The High Chancellor listen to the Emperor’s words and tapped his cane slightly. “Mayhap sire, regardless of the manner we doth require it to be complete.” Duke Zibaen returned his gaze to Flynn and made note of his words with a brief smile.

He doth have a pride in his training, mayhap even an arrogance. He thought as the man spoke of his credentials. However wanton confidence in positions of leadership would be needed. Many men lead being unsure of their actions and miss opportunities, and in conflict it oft times would bring defeat. “Thou dost speak truly Baelish, there is a significant difference betwixt education on leadership and applying it to situations.”

Zibaen Vivyaen relaxed back into his seat and thought on the matter for a brief moment before he nodded in agreement. “Aye, thou shalt have permission to gather a force of men together. Find men whom are trustworthy and intelligent in leadership to serve as thy serjeants, and search for men who shall serve beneath thee. This shall be a trial, the organization will not be the official watch until they are deemed fit.” Time enough for Flynn Baelish to train and arm his men and establish routes and customs within the Crownlands.

“Thou art dismissed Baelish, I shall arrange a meeting with thee at a later date for us to discuss this at greater lengths. Take this time to gain men who shall serve the law honorably.”

The High Chancellor of Oren nods his head slightly at the words Baelish speaks. A guard force for the Crownlands would help in alleviating the oftentimes chaotic nature of the capital city. Just that day Zibaen had witnessed a mugging in which several knights and even guards of various lands struggled for the right to apprehend the mugger which ended in a duel. The old man shook his head and placed his left hand on his the wrinkled and bruised hand that clutched onto his cane.

“Were a watch force to be founded within the Crownlands they shall not have direct jurisdiction a’gainst those of the noble class to arrest them on wanton claims. We shall have to discuss the manners with which a watchman may apprehend standing nobles; wanton destruction and violence and the orders of the Privy Council would suffice.” Zibaen of House Vivyaen nodded his head slightly recalling his days within the old Oren guard and the significance of its fallings. To prevent that would take grand methods, training, and an extensive list of the jurisdictions guards of the Crown have. “Direct authority over Knights would not need specified orders from those of a higher class. Knights oft times hath the belief they are superior, and do cause significant issues from this. Nay, I do believe complete authority to arrest knights who cause disturbances in the Crownlands is warranted.”

Issues abounded regarding a certain knight who disregarded oaths and hierarchy in pursuit of horrid violence. Artorus and Ser Kais and spoke at length about Ser Lion’s crimes in the city of Arethor. Men grow weary of oaths and honors and find violence a suitable answer to issues. Zibaen closed his eyes wearily contemplating such a thing before returning his glance to Flynn Baelish’s words. “Aye, simplicity is best in these regards.”

The old man turned his head to the Emperor who sat upon his throne with mild interest in the topic, “Sire, we hath space enough for a barracks betwixt the palace and the city proper, room enough for a prison as well. Funding of such a force would hath to go under the responsibilities of the Lord High Treasurer.” Zibaen nodded to Denims who as always worried himself into a position directly to the right of the Emperor. His eyes fell back onto Flynn and squinted at him to better take in his appearance. “I do not fully object to such an organization. Further discussions on jurisdictions would be necessary, and also discussions on leadership. I assume by thy request thou wishes to form this with thee as the Captain of the Watch. The Oren guard and the Phoenix Guard had a significant reputation of failings; to restart such a blistered organization would require a strong man and strong Serjeants to lead this.

Inform us as to why thou art the man to do such a thing? How strong a leader art thou? How strong a follower? Art thou fully acquainted with the laws of our nation? I know thee not, and I know not why you should be the Captain.” Zibaen looked at the Baelish man. They were an honorable family that served Tarus well, undoubtedly the man would have been trained in leading and fighting, yet none could be sure of this.

“If the lord can train the watch to be as well trained and ordered as Vallark’s soldiers then I hath no objections,” Zibaen looked to Godfrey.

Rolling like a wave across the air the wind breathed softly through the white veiled fabric of an old man’s litter. Footmen in light chainmail flanked both sides of the small carriage that drew the palanquin across the countryside each bearing tall polearms crowned with a wicked axe head. Before the procession by many paces were two dozen mounted knights heavily armored and armed headed by Ser Kais Ishikawa who had at long last done away with his strange eastern garb.

The old man’s eyes fluttered open; he hardly ever rested. With age, thoughts become more complex and the need for sleep drastically slopes downward. Like a sapling rising from the earth, a proud castle with low walls and high towers stood out before them. The fields surrounding were rich with fruit and wheat promising a grand harvest as Oren had been reaping the last decade. A fine place for the Privy Council’s first meet.

From the crenellations of the gatehouse, a horn blew urging all of those on duty to attention, and was in turn met with a short horn blast from the ranks of the travelling forces. The bannerman at the head of the column raised a flag proudly adorned with an eclipse over shone by a great sunburst on a field of navy. A brief smile cracked the lips of the man who lay frail upon his pillows; a sputtered cough ended the smile with the swiftness of a falling axe and sent a spasm of pain through his swollen knees; the pride remained.

The gates opened as they entered and a young herald announced their arrival for all to hear, “All hail the arrival of His Grace; the Right Honorable Duke of Westfall and Warden of the Western Lands, Zibaen of House Vivyaen; the Lord High Chancellor of the Holy Oren Empire; and the accompanied lord; the Right Honorable Count of Stolistes and Hawcaster; Alexander of House Stolistes; the Lord Privy Seal!”

The litter jerked to a halt within the small courtyard of the keep and was lifted from of the carriage by half a dozen servants. I am a lucky man, Zibaen thought. So old that most would leave me to die were I of lower standings, yet influential enough to spur men into carrying me. It had felt shameful at points in the past when walking was still possible at long distances just impractical, but when time started ebbing at his hearing and his sight and joints he no longer felt quite as shamed. My mind hath not escaped me. I am a neither mewling babe nor a drooling elder to be carried around as a burden. Wisdom I doth possess, and wisdom I shall export until the day I fail to draw breath.

Lost in the corridors of thought his servants carried Zibaen into the halls of the inner keep. Count Alexander Stolistes had dismounted and was joined by Ser Kais in their trek to the meeting. Zibaen’s fading sight passed onto them taking them in. Both ***** in their customs; Kais a strange easterner not unlike Xerath who had served the Emerald Knights, and he oftentimes held unfamiliarity or lax disregard for Western beliefs and customs, yet he served well and loyally to all he swore oaths to. Then there was Stolistes the odd man who had lived independent in the wilds for many years, oft times odd phrases would pass from his lips not unlike other wilds men, but he was a staunch supporter of the hierarchy of rule and a loyal supporter of Oren.

“I tilled the soil once,” Zibaen’s voice was wispy as a morning fog settling, it was faint yet pronounced and enigmatic. It was not a new story he spoke of with the two honored men, yet one he wished to tell once more, lest any forget. “The title of Baron was what my House was left with after generations of poor marriages and financial disasters, a small barony over the ancestral seat of my house being the remnants of a house forged by a saint.” Zibaen shook his head carefully and held his breath momentarily. “My father knew we were poor, as did the rest of my family. Zarkus, my father, had abandoned dignity for survival. I sowed seeds, and I reaped crops, and when the time came he sent me to Al’Khazar. ‘Our house hath fallen to shame and poverty, we stand only upon ancient honor and without renewal we shall surely be eclipsed.’ He told me before I trekked south. I was to find honor for my house at such a young age, and mayhap I would have were I less naïve.

“While I was gone my sister Ivorwen fled to marry Aron Elendil the lord of the failing Adunia; a marriage my father forbade for fear of them being upstarts against Oren. My brother Darlos though my younger was raised to be lord in the event I was dishonored, or killed in the growing undead crisis. Zarkus had the right mindset. I did think the Oren Guard held prestige for men, and indeed it could have be’en under truly inspiring leadership. I served with them while others abandoned posts, I fought with them while others died, and yet I was ignored. A fool’s thought I had, that those leaders would ever care to promote me. Instead I seized opportunity and became the High Treasurer of Oren, a post I attempted to serve well at. I celebrated my post by returning home and marrying my late wife Aullia of a now extinct house, and sired my daughter Elina.” A frown creased his face. Aullia the sweet woman of his youth, of calm demeanor and calmer heart fallen to illness. “I did hath in mind to bring the Vivyaen line its much needed honor; Ivorwen had fallen to the undead leaving her son Artorus as her sole legacy, and my brother Darlos took the cloth in expectation of my success. Were Enor the Fool not King then it may hath happened that I would hath obtained honor peacefully. It took a full scale Civil War and the dissolution of Old Oren to bring my family to further prominence and to begin the slow process of returning power to the nobles.”

Zibaen casted a glance at Ser Kais, former Constable of Oren though briefly, and then an Ordinator of Salvus. It was a sensitive topic, yet even he understood Enor’s foolhardiness and owed nothing to him. “It hath taken many years for my family to become more distinguished, and now I stand as High Chancellor of the greatest Empire man hath known.”

At long last the functionality I desired from revolution.

“And a grand Empire it is your grace,” Stolistes echoed fingering at his beret carefully as they approached the heavy oak doors marking the Council Room.

Ser Kais gave a respectable bow as the litter was lowered, “I shall return when the meeting has concluded your grace . . . Stolistes.” And noisily he turned about face and marched back to whence they entered.

Servants grasped either side of him and pulled Zibaen from the comfortable bonds of his feather pillows and into the iron talons of pain. He let out a low groan and made several sharp remarks to the ruffians who he was certain were attempting to rip off his arms. The old man’s limbs screamed in protest and his feet steadily swelled denying his right to stand unaided. “My cane,” he called hoarsely at the servants who fumbled to hand him his ornate walking stick. The pressure on his legs slowly ssubsided and was made bearable when Stolistes took his arm and aided him carefully into the room. “My . . . Apologies for my tardiness my good Councilors mine age is oft a hamper for prompt arrivals.” He gasped slightly from the effort of walking. The Lord Chancellor of the Exchequer had already arrived, as had Artorus now made the Grand Marshall. That was well and good. Zibaen noted Kernith’s presence instead of Virosi’s for once and nodded pleased at this matter.

“Bring me the Privy Oath,” He stated with authority as he came to a halt before the high chair of Godfrey’s and the double cross behind it. A servant swiftly delivered onto him the oath upon a heavy piece of parchment bearing Kernith’s deft hand. “We are to say the oath upon the Holy Double Cross of the One True Faith before we can continue,” Zibaen stated to the other men gathered before gazing onto the holy symbol towering over Godfrey’s throne.

“I do swear by Almighty God to be a true and faithful servant unto the Emperor, as one of His Majesty’s Privy Council. I shall not know nor understand of any manner of thing to be attempted, done, or spoken a’gainst Imperial Majesty’s Person, Honor, Crown, or Dignity Royal, but I shall let and withstand the same to the uttermost of my power, and either cause it to be revealed to His Imperial Majesty Himself, or to such of his Privy Council as shall advertise His Imperial Majesty of the same,” Zibaen recited carefully and truthfully. After so many years as a servant of order, he dared not allow anything to disrupt the fragile balance they had clawed into existence. To do so would be the gravest of disservices to mankind and all the functionality it had gained.

My apologies old friend, Zibaen thought back to Reynard Lycian who he had stood beside in the darkest of darks. Mayhap it was best you never swore the oath, lest you be labeled the worst of oath-breakers, but not even our friendship could stand a’gainst the duty I hath for Oren and rational order.

“I shall, in all things to be moved, treated, and debated in Council, faithfully and truly declare my Mind and Opinion, according to my Heart and Conscious; and will keep secret all Matters committed and revealed unto me, or that shall be treated of secretly in Council. And if any of the said Treaties or Councils shall touch any of the Councilors, you will not reveal it unto him, but will keep the same until such a time as, by consent of His Majesty, or of the Council, Publication shall be made thereof.” It was a relief, Zibaen felt at this decree. He cast a glance towards Kernith’s swiftly moving hand making note of his oath. Old Oren and Renatus had been plagued by lords and prominent men who without council or approval would make a statement that would prompt unrest from the populace, but no more shall this happen lest said offender be scorned by the Council.

The old man breathed in deeply and looked down at the slowly dwindling oath and continued, “I shall to mine uttermost bear Faith and Allegiance onto the Imperial Majesty; and will assist and defend all Jurisdictions, Pre-eminences, and Authorities, given by His Imperial Majesty, a’gainst all Foreign Princes, Persons, Prelates, States, or Potentates. And generally in all things I shall do as a faithful and true servant ought to do to His Imperial Majesty. So help me God!”

Carefully Zibaen made his way around the table to his place beside Godfrey’s chair and listened as each man present swore their oaths, then one by one as the other men made their presence and said their words. We doth lack two Council positions now with Tarus’ resignation and Reynard’s dishonor. Disappointing, yet they would be filled once more by capable men.

The oaths were sworn and courtesies made, and when the last of the words were spoken did the Emperor at last appear. Zibaen was the last to stand and bow, but also the last to be seated once more out of respect, and worn limbs.

“In respect for my wishes, I would have you speak the first words of our grand Council sire.” Zibaen nodded his head graciously to Emperor Godfrey and allowed him to begin.

((I've been planning one out with Kai for awhile. Probably won't have it out until August because it will be for the map making competition.))

what about my 10 sq km statue?))

((We had a fifty fifty shot of getting the gender right, and well you know with Throdo as architect and all . . . ))

((Quite frankly, we already have so much stuff copied from GOT that it is getting ridiculous. The entire political system of Oren, the old settlement of Winterfell, names of characters, etc. I am more of the opinion that people should come up with brand new original ideas on their own rather than copying them from a popular book.))

((To be fair, we are based off of the old European system which in turn influenced A Song of Ice and Fire.))