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A series of notices and posters are placed about the different districts and manors of Kaedrin and greater Owynsburg, depicting women and elderly men in various poses of labor, bright smiles upon their faces. Along with each, a note is placed, calling all civilians to aid the war effort! “Men, Women, and Children of Kaedrin, the Empire calls you to do your part for the war effort! Great labor initiatives are being undertaken here in Ownysburg in order to support the greater war effort while the strong and able fighting men of Kaedrin march to war! Do your part today to aid the war effort, contact the Kaedreni Ministries of Labor and Defense today!” OOC: Contact Slamguinius_ / Imp#7502 to get involved.

(( Holy **** that art is good!)) “Isn’t it strange, they claim Imperial men are throwing their lives away seeking war, yet they harass and target lone women outside of the Provinces. A bit of a tainted message, really, claiming t’ be some sort of honorable warriors whilst acting like bandits,” remarks a young statesmen.

“This was done better a long time ago,” remarks an ancient Adrian.

SURNAME: O’Rourke FIRST NAME: Oisin ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: O’Rourke Manor, Kaedrin DATE OF BIRTH: 1748 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Holy Orenian Empire? Yes. Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1763)? No. If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes. ((MC NAME)): Slamguinius_

“A fine opportunity for any up-and-coming family wishing to get out of the big city and all of that Capital drama in Helena!” remarks a House of Commons member, and potential future neighbor.

Ganzorig Vincrute, first Prince of Vira’ker who stole away the Fleet of the Dominion of Malin to take to the seas with the loyalist Div’Cruan smiles, happy to hear news of his people’s return to their roots as the Elven lords of the waves.

“Paddys gran’daddy was once a Mayor, y’know! Vote O’Rourke, it’ll take one of lads in green t’ fill yer pockets with marks!”

Advertisements and posters are placed all throughout, bearing the letter-marking of the O’Rourke Company and the O’Rourke Company Printing shop, bearing the bold title of ‘EQUESTRIAN SALES’ in the middle. The O’Rourke Company’s Equestrian office is here for its seasonal sell of fine steeds throughout the lands! As the harvest season has come to an end, several fine horses have finally met their age and fallen into the category of being acceptable for work or training to stand as War-steeds. These fine horses are available, first come first serve per quality, at a fair price to all within the lands. For inquiry; Contact Oisin O’Rourke of the O’Rourke Company within the lands of Kaedrin. God be with you all. ---- OOC Note ---- Contact within proper means of RP for purchases. MC Name: ScreamToBeHeard Discord: Imp#7502

I see no reason why weaponry such as muskets, flintlocks, cannons or magical variations of any of those could not exist in LotC. It would be no different than magic or a crossbow, three to four emotes including pulling it out, loading it, aiming it, and firing it. No-preloading.

Preface/Note and tl;dr – Old player yells at clouds about how the magic has changed. -1 As a former Frost Witch player, the beauty of the magic was the pure inventiveness of it due to the myth of grandeur. From spreading lies about how we would be hurt if sprinkled with Aurum to bait out potential hunters IRP, to the pure freeform abilities of the magic the old lore felt so much more.... Alive. While I appreciate the amount of work you clearly put into this, the limitations with spells, sabbaths, altars and the likes isn’t the same Fjarriauga that use to torment the server. It’s not the same creatures that players gathered up in groups to hunt because it was actually a fun experience to roleplay with, it just seems like an attempt to turn a unique and creative magic into the next Evocation. I know the loregames era tried to strong arm magics into having a comprehensive set of abilities they could use to prevent power-gaming but Flamboyant is gone. The responsibility to prevent abusing a magic comes on the community, not a limitation of what you can do to provide an enjoyable experience, and I think with the magic set as it is now, that just isn’t something to see. In my honest opinion; You wrote a passable lore, not an enjoyable one. Also altars are just game of thrones tree-man-whitewalker copies and sabbaths are lame.

“Agh Hozh call, but mi wundur iv latz gruk tu challunge him fur da titul ur blah zhite lyk zum zhara,” a wandering Azog remarks from beneath his great, darkened cloak, his green lips curling over his tusks as he grins with interest, “Dat iz iv hi evun wehl zhuw up tuh anzur agh challunge.”

In the future, before you go on a long story to proclaim your side of a conflict, maybe don’t open with the fact that you are a liar, and have a lying problem.

Zoning the server into separate zones sounds surprisingly efficient, and could tie well with nation tiles for future maps.

Viktoriya Vladov plans to go for the awkwardness that will inevitably ensue.

Damned to an eternity of bad events

“Nice try Dagor,” he responds back, having been interrogated by Caveira once more.

“Fimlin is still fat,” says a ginger Doomforged, forever lost in the lower ranked tiers of Rainbow Six Siege.

========================================= Name of the Treaty: Of Honor and Virtue, 1690 ========================================= Type of Treaty: [Non-Aggression] ========================================= [Nation / Freebuild] [Name: The Sable Enclave of Vira’ker] [Nation / Freebuild] [Name: The War-nation of Krugmar] ========================================= Date of Signing: 17th of the Amber Cold, 1690 ========================================= Shattered. A treaty honored and a debt repaid as the Armies of Mankind and Elvenesse flooded the inner sanctum of San’kala, the Mali’ker of Vira’ker making their way to safeguard the libraries and shrines of the great Motshams that rest before their own elongated days. The Div’cruan, the Order of Mali’ker dedicated to the defense of their own kind, in their vows to take no pleasure in war or suffering as they performed their sacred duty, the protection of their people and the deeds required by their ancestors. Bloodshed. It is written that in the days of our greatest Ancestors’ youth, where the visage of Malin himself was fresh in the mind of the elder blood of the elves, that the Wardens of Malinor stood in strength and pride beside the armies of the Orcish Warnation. In those days, the bloodlust of the Orcish curse was met evenly by the stoic wisdom of elvenkind until the days in which Malinor began to rot. Honor. The elves knew nothing of it as their Princes abandoned the Wardens, spitting upon their blood which had been shed; The sacrifices they had made with their Orcish allies all for nothing as the Sons of Krug were left alone. Yet by might and force, they had found enough victory to seek peace. Temperance. As Khel began his travels, set outwards from the bonds of slavery and the idle tunes of Malinor he cast forth the Mali’ker into his struggles and his strengths. The Zealous, we call him, his commitments breaking the old ways of Malinor, and casting aside the bonds of the Mori. And as Ker’nor formed itself into the world, the people of ker’nor set themselves into their own cycle of ambivalence. Strength. The Mali’ker, people of the Shadows and dwellers of the great caverns. Yet in the Shadows they lived, their culture and ways falling soon to the rot of old Malinor as the ways of Khel were forgotten. Mali’ker and Mali’ame falling alongside one another as ancient cousins once more, yet to the downfall of the Mali’ker as they stood idle, their kin being drawn into the ranks of the ‘ame clans and druidic orders. But Khel was a Prince of War, not of Peace; The Mali’ker falling weak with each idle moment, losing themselves as they sat along cheerfully with the ‘Ame, losing their Ancestors and their Spirits as the ancient betrayal of Malinor in the Great War found it’s horrible consequences repeated. Peace. As it was known to the orcs in the Great War, it is known to their descendants. For it was the Orcs and Dwarves who were blessed with their Honor and Valor in the days of old, not the Humans and Elves. And while the taint of Malinor had bred distrust between the Mali’ker and Orcish peoples, the Spirits had began to rekindle such. The so-called shame of the elder shamans stood without proof as the Mali’ker stood stalwart in the same beliefs the Orcs themselves held, the esteemed Shamans of the Mali’ker being low in number, despite fears of their people abusing such gifts. And with such, common ground was found, in hopes that one day the Mali’ker could redeem such honor lost by the Princes of Old Malinor. The Terms, agreed upon by both groups, are as followed: The Sable Enclave of Vira’ker and War-nation of Krugmar will enter a Non-Aggression pact for mutual benefit of the Mali’ker people and the Orcish clans. The War-nation of Krugmar will henceforth recognize Dak’ir Des’nox, Primarch of Vira’ker, otherwise known as the Motsham of the Mali’ker people, and with such will grant him and his disciples with equal respect as they would a Shaman of the War-nation. The Sable Enclave of Vira’ker will permit free trade and visitation to its lands, shrines, and temples to all Orcs who wish to come in peace and kinship. The War-nation of Krugmar will permit free trade and visitation to its lands, shrines, and temples to all Mali’ker who wish to come in peace and kinship. Neither party shall behave in military manners that will be seen as breaking of currently standing treaties; Any and all battles and skirmishes between the two parties as party to standing treaties will be treated with honor and not malicious actions between each other. THE SABLE PRINCE, Ganzorig Vincrute, Athri’ker Gurukk 'The Zealot' Lak, Leader of the Rexdom of Krugmar, Swampgoth of Lak Clan, and bringer of the Golden Age of the Uruks

https://youtu.be/HOmzFUYez3I?t=50 Hefty footsteps crack against the leaves and foliage reposing about the Wonkawood in the aftermath of the Siege of San’kala. As the younger and more pusillanimous among the Orcish ranks fled about the areas of San’kala, given chase by the Army of Man, Onyx-clad elves broke from the main ranks. As the skirmishers of Vira’ker cut from the last remnants of the battle, their destination stood at a crucial, yet vulnerably susceptible point. Breaking between the lines and formations of their comrades in arms, the blood-marred ashen warriors darted through the woods as hands swiftly moved about clearing brush and other foliage obscuring the place of Canoes. “Row,” croaked a hoarse elf, his Amber gaze swelling shut from the brutal melee that had occurred deep within San’kala. Among the sounds of victory and looting, they peregrinated, oars and paddles breaking through the waters as they row, coming upon the Great shrine of Laklul, Spirit of the Swamps, a risen torch lighting, its crackle breaking into the subtle sounds of nature followed by a great thump and splitting of wood sounding, the Mali’ker having pinned notice to the shrine afore returning to their canoes once more, leaving a simple note and nothing more as they moved onwards to the next. 12 Sun’s Smile 1690 For the purport of maintaining an aeonian and solid comity between people of Vira’ker and the Nations of the world, and firmly establishing placidity in the land of the Elves, the Sable Enclave of Vira’ker places itself over the welfare of these icons of Religious and Cultural consequentiality to the people of Vira’ker as well as the Iron Uzg. Further endeavors at desecration or abstraction, as such, shall be considered a breach of the integrity of Vira’ker and her Sovereignty, as well as in contravention of any standing treaties with the Mali’ker people. Ganzorig of the Clan Vincrute Sable Prince of Vira’ker

Accepted, Aspirant. Accepted as a Sorcerer due to former affilitations with Ker’nor.

The Div'cruan =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Forged in the strife of the Fringe wars, The Div'cruan were created many years ago to protect the Mali'ker and their homes within Ker'lomi. Their duty is first and foremost to their people and the Ancestors. Through war and the ages, the Div’cruan upholds its sacred charge, the eternal vigil of the Ancestors who have come before them. As their name entails, they are to show no pain and no fear when they meet their enemy. The Mali'ker are a passionate people, yet in service of the Div’cruan they must not let passion get in the way of their duties, for passion leads to bloodlust. The Div’cruan must be devoid of feeling, just as Onyx is devoid of light. There is no joy in killing, there is no disdain in it either. Killing is simply a method to keep the Mali'ker safe. Nothing more, nothing less - Nothing. Similar to the Archons of olden days, the Div'cruan show dedication to the Ancestors. Acting as their Champions and aiding in teaching populace of how to venerate and honour them, many Div’cruan will dedicate themselves and their lifestyles to a specific Ancestor, often idolizing and training in ways similar to theirs. Base Ranks * * =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Aspirant * * New blood of the Div’cruan, Mali’ker of strong hearts willing to serve their people; Aspirants are the newly armed members of the Div’cruan, yet to have receive their trials of initiation. Vindicator * * The bulk of the ashen guard, the duty of a Vindicator is to follow the orders given to them by their superiors, protect their home, and uphold the ways of the Ancestors adamantly. These members of the Div’cruan often take pilgrimage together to Ancestral way-shrines in celebration and mourning of great events. Hierarch * * A mali'ker at the rank of Hierarch been promoted by either the Ordinator or the Prince of Vira’ker for outstanding duty. The job of a Hierarch is to moderate and oversee the Aspirants as well as conduct Ancestral teachings and trials for them and potential new Initiates. Ordinator * * A rank given only to a select few veteran Div’cruan who have displayed outstanding devotion to the people and the Ancestors. These are the Commanders of the mali'ker troops. Tasked with issuing orders to the soldiers and handing down orders from the Prince. Their word is to be followed to the letter. Rank Specializations (Mages and Holy Mages) * * =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Adept * * Aspirants who are skilled in the Void or Other deific magic aside from Shamanism, yet still holding interest to serve the Ancestors; Once receiving their armor and weapons, they await their Test of Faith and Skill with this rank. Sorcerer * * A full battle-worthy mage of the Div’cruan. Their duty is to follow the orders given to them by their superiors, protect their home, and uphold the ways of the Ancestors adamantly, as well as assist in education Adepts on the proper use of magic. They are on par to Vindicators. Censurer * * A full battle-worthy deific mage of the Div’cruan. Their duty is to follow the orders given to them by their superiors, protect their home, and uphold the ways of the Ancestors adamantly, as well as assist in medical duties. They are on par to Vindicators. Magos * * This mali'ker voidal mage has been promoted by either the Ordinator or the Prince for outstanding duty. Their job is to moderate and oversee the Adepts as well as conduct Ancestral teachings for Aspirants, Adepts, Vindicators, and Sorcerers. They are on par to Hierarchs. Prelate * * This mali'ker deific mage has been promoted by either the Ordinator or the Prince for outstanding duty. Their job is to moderate and oversee the Adepts as well as conduct Ancestral teachings for Aspirants, Adepts, Vindicators, and Censurers. They are on par to Hierarchs. Test of Faith (Initiate Trials) * * =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= When an Aspirant or Adept completes their training and are ready to take the next steps to becoming a full member of the Div’cruan, they must undergo a simple test of faith. Hierarchs, Ordinators or even the Prince himself will bestow a task onto them that they see will best prove the recruit. These tasks can differ depending on which ranked member decided and at times these tasks may even be quite dangerous; Often times related to a Spirit or Ancestor in nature. The Ancestral Pledge * * =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= All mali'ker who complete their tests of faith must utter this pledge before becoming a Vindicator or some sort of Specialized role. I, ___, swear upon my life to uphold the honor of my loved ones lost. My life is devoted to furthering the mali'ker in all forms. I do not seek sin, I seek the love of my Ancestors. I do not seek glory, the glory is theirs. I do not seek riches, coin is meaningless in the Astral Plane. If I stray from the path and into that of the barbarian then I relinquish my life and accept that I may never dwell with our blessed. War Chant * * =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= (IC) Name: Age: Gender: Do you intend to learn, or do you perform, any sort of Voidal or Deific art? Which? Do you accept that in joining this order you may at times be tasked with taking the life of another mali’ker? Do you accept that under particular circumstances you may be removed from the order? And under serious enough terms, executed? (OOC) MC Name: Discord: ((Please put your answers to these questions in a different color than the text))

The less important (and more attractive) version of Dak’ir signs the treaty.

The snake with amber eyes signs the treaty.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOmzFUYez3I The waves collide with the hull of the Athri’ker as the company of Div’cruan aspirants sallied about the deck, their agile hands moving to rig masses and assist with manning the ship. The sky roared with thunderous fury as lightning crackled and the smell of sulfur broke the air, the rough seas prompting the weaker-willed to take refuge within the bowels of the great seafaring vessel. As the intensity of the storm lessened at midnight, the captain of the vessel called out to his passangers while gesturing to the clearing skies with excitement, moonlight shining within their bright irises as lips moved into determined grins as taut as the rope aboard their ship. An omen from their gods. “Velulaei watches us tonight, cousins. Though perhaps too late for the benefit of our people,” said the former Prince Ganzorig Vincrute, his amber-eyed gaze moving to the crashing waves as he continued to speak, “The Dominion of Malin was formed on the basis of elven unity. Yet it was the principle that the foundation of the Old Dominion that it was formed by the unanimous unification of the High Elves, Dark Elves, and Wood Elves. The mali’ame show no interest in holding faith in the treaties made by the forefathers of our once great nation.” Ganzorig declared boldly as he turned to face the men and women of the Div’cruan who had gathered around him as he spoke. “We have lost unity amidst the Bronze Rebellion, amidst the murder of Elvenking Abelas Sa’Roir. Our government watched as our king was slain before us by a dwarven interloper at the grudging behest of one Belestram Sylvaeri, a failed prince of self-proclaimed Elvenesse.” He practically spat now, growing more torrential and bold by the minute. “There has been no proper representation for our people, case and point. Majority of these kings have been impetuous faeries with no mind for politics, risking war with the Empire and involving us in human affairs. I say no more!” “The feuding seeds of the Mali’ame remain sowing dissent from their hallowed halls, they have ignored us. They have replaced us with the pursuit of vanity and stuck us on the docks to rot and die! I say we take to the seas, that we take ourselves to freedom that no failed dominion can grant us. The Treaty of Laureh’lin no longer stands, it has been violated by it’s own very proponents since even before the rebellion, and the Mali’ker-- us-- have suffered for their indulgences! We are collateral of their romance with foreign conquerors and foolhardy paleskins!” “It is time to call forth our people once again of our own volition and resettle ourselves where we belong. Our sacred vigil, leading us into a new light, and perhaps new kindred among men and women we once viewed as enemies of our people. I pronounce us the Sable Enclave of Vira’ker-- our Onyx Vigil begins now unending-- from this time until the end of times!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWE9LDIuA0M It was the night of The Great Tavern Raid of ‘89 and some figures were perched in the undergrowth and bushes that were scattered along the harbor. Their armor was black as stygian and lined with the aurum trim of conquerors. Blue linens draped from their shoulders, imprinted with the heraldry of Old Ker’nor. The onyx-clad leader of the posse bore a distinctly amber gaze from behind the confines of his helmet, unidentifiable except for his distinguished stride and pointed glare towards his men. Alas, the crouching ended and they began to encroach on the position they selected. The heraldry of Old Ker’nor. One of the Div’cruan looked towards Ganzorig and questioned, “Is that one yours?” The Hierarch paused and his eyes crinkled as he stared past the horizon, the fog blanketing across the night sky in a splendid display of obscurity, though a mast was faintly visible -- and recognizable to the naked eyes of the Dark Elves gathered. “Aye,” Ganzorig answered, appearing relatively pleased all things considered. “It is time to go and take this thing back.” So the posse rounded about and met with a scarred man with bronze limbs at the gates to the harbor. The wood elfess who had walked by them was suspicious but uncertain of what exactly was transpiring. “Kairn,” Ganzorig greeted the man, a stubbly and tall man with the vague features of a crossbred elf. His hair was white as snow and streaked with grey, and blue tattoos covered his broad frame. The Prince of the Alders was typically a man of few words. His eyes scanned over the features of the Div’cruan gathered and he offered them a smile, though it was mirthless and reeked of self-confidence and poise. “We will distract them. You take what’s rightfully yours, cousin.” And so they set to work. Amber Eyes, or Ganzorig, set to take the spare canoes that the Gladewynn Company had left behind amidst their quick re-entry to Caras Eldar. They climbed the boat and set mast so that they might finally escape the shackles of rotting Elvenesse.