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THE IMPERIAL AND ROYAL BROTHERHOOD OF SAINT PONTIFF EVERARD IV The IMPERIAL AND ROYAL BROTHERHOOD OF SAINT PONTIFF EVERARD IV, or the ORENIAN ASSOCIATION OF SOLICITORS, HISTORIANS, AND PHILOSOPHERS, is the governing body of lawyers, educators, and authors throughout the varied iterations of the Orenian tradition, historically responsible for the certification of solicitors, attorneys, and professors of history and law. In the modern day, its membership is instead granted by nomination to those members of Orenian society that have been noted for their achievements or intellectual acumen. All members of the brotherhood are recognized by the traditional ‘SSE’ after their names, a relic of the ancient Society of Saint Everard from which it claims descent. Founded by the scholar-king Edward von Herendul in 1485, they were originally tasked in preventing the loss of history following the chaotic falls of the Chivay and Carrion regimes, where pogroms against rival faiths and peoples led to mass destruction. Book burnings, killing of learned men, and the destruction of ancient relics were commonplace, and even after, the conflicting ambitions of humanity has led to countless tragedies in the wanton chaos. Founding Members Edward von Herendul - 1485 Paul de Monteforte - 1487 St Otto Heinzreich - 1487 Lucius Tython - 1487 Fabian Virosi - 1487 The brotherhood takes its name from doubly the ancient Saint Everard, a stalwart defender of the Church and learning from the luddite Sheffield monarchy, and the more modern Saint Pontiff Everard IV, champion of learning and erudite thinking. Its styling, Imperial and Royal, is indicative of its existence as a staple of Orenian tradition regardless of the nation's status, imperial or royal. Previous iterations of the Brotherhood have included the Imperial Everardine College, the Imperial Association of Saint Pontiff Everard IV, and, of course, the Society of Saint Everard. MEMBERS OF OUR BROTHERHOOD, or the Royal Bar, are those individuals granted by royal declaration or internal nomination certification as historians, educators, philosophers, or, historically, solicitors. Largely unrelated to individual achievements, the award has historically been correlated to the intellectual circles and affairs otherwise of the Orenian state - its brothers often serving in advisory or otherwise bureaucratic positions within the nation - as well as those families that have historically served within its government. Uniquely, membership has even been extended to extranational humans of renown, and while it may not be declined, one may withdraw from the Brotherhood at will. PRESIDENT | To be determined upon the conclusion of the Fifth Convocation. INVITED MEMBERS | Those invited to the Fifth Convocation to receive their token of membership of the Imperial and Royal Brotherhood. Ms. Aloisia Helvets Mr. Adolphus Gloriana Mr. Alexander Aldersberg Mr. Antonius Vilac Mr. Charles Joseph Temesch Ms. Catherine Novellen Ms. Claude Elisabeth Pruvia Mr. Conrad de Falstaff Mr. Frederick Bernard Halcourt d'Artois Ms. Fredericka Novellen Mr. Garth of Brolwic Mr. Hannes de Vilain Mr. Helton Helvets Mr. Justinian Nafis Mr. Lucius of Rivia Ms. Maxima Anastasie Novellen Mr. Otto von Manstein Mr. Paul Salvian Temesch Mr. Ruadh Mòr MacTheàrlaich Mr. Stanimar Barclay Mr. Victor van Darkwood Ms. Victoria E.A. Novellen Mr. Vincent Keen THE FIFTH CONVOCATION is to take place in two Saint's Days, mid-month, among the halls of the palace. Refreshments will be provided. Among the items on the docket are the governing constitution - that is, how future nominations to membership will occur - the election of the next president of the brotherhood, and, among other matters, the morality of standing alongside Orkish pagans in defense of an otherwise civilized island-state. Let us pray to the Lord our God for an evening of edification and fraternity. THE HONORED DEAD Sir Frederick Armas J.D. SSE Sir Terrence May J.D. SSE The Duke of Sunholdt J.D. SSE The Hon. John Huss J.D. SSE The Hon. Jasper Cardinal Renzfeld J.D. SSE The Hon. Fiske Vanir J.D. SSE Sir Charles Napier J.D. SSE Sir Konrad Stafyr J.D. SSE The Archbishop of Albarosa J.D. SSE The Hon. Eugene Bracchus J.D. SSE The Hon. Armande de Falstaff J.D. SSE Mr. Henrik Larson J.D. SSE Mr. Edmund Myre J.D. SSE Lauritz H. Christiansen J.D. SSE The Hon. Amadeus Ashford d’Aryn J.D. SSE The Hon. Farooq Gray J.D. SSE Mr. Joseph Adler J.D. SSE The Hon. Basileus Baelius J.D. SSE Mr. Edward Selm J.D. SSE Mr. René FitzPeter J.D. SSE Mr. Godwin de Aurdan J.D. SSE Mr. Olivier Halcourt J.D. SSE Mr. George Galbraith J.D. SSE James II, High Pontiff, M.D. SSE Rev. Otto of Haense M.D. SSE Ms. Margot Roberts, M.D. SSE Sir Terrence May, Ph.D SSE The Rt. Hon. Albert de Falstaff Ph.D. SSE Mr. Edward Napier, Ph.D. SSE Rev. Simon Basrid, Ph.D. SSE Rev. Otto of Haense, Ph.D. M.D. SSE Mr. Edmund Myre, Ph.D. SSE Mr. Urrigon Drumm, Ph.D. SSE Mrs. Vivaca Rutledge, Ph.D SSE

I'm glad this was rewritten/reformatted because when I read the original lore I thought it was shang-chi 10 rings magic. Side note, for latching - if someone 'catches' the projectile, so they only take the impact but don't get burned - do you not also have to define the strength of the impact of a fireball/other spells? How heavy is a fireball in this context? Is it the impact of a fireball exploding or just the impact of the ball if it were to hit as a ball and bounce off? Redline for this seems kind of easy to get past. Side side note - Is the only requirement for Passive to be able to breathe? Orbit redline is being able to use Passive Resonance, but say someone is T4 and able to use it near-effortlessly - this means there's no way to force a deactivation of passive resonance? Or does Orbit/other passive use turn into Aggressive Resonance in a combat situation (as combat encounter resonance is always Aggressive) even if it's being used to carry something?

"'ate Raevir. Not racist. Just don't like 'em," says Paul Temesch to himself in an empty room upon reading the thesis.

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My original hope (I proposed hubs btw...) was that they would be tiny things, little more than carts or single "setting" buildings, put equidistant from every nation on a map around the size of Arcas. I thought Arcas as a map sans the wilds would be perfectly large enough. When the map expanded, run times expanded, and having three nations to a hub made their equidistant point equally a pain in the butt to get to their capitals from (especially those with larger tiles like Elvenesse or further like Nland). If map was not so large, and the hubs were what they were originally meant to be (like a small ruined monastery between haense and oren or something instead of a tile-sized farming zone full of stuff and right between the point of contact of the two nations) I still believe they would have been successful. Another issue with hubs though is that they were originally supposed to be moveable based on where best made sense for RP and player movement. As we all know, they never got moved this map, so a potential advantage was erased. I personally like the idea of a giant stick-shaped map with three hubs, one in the center and one on each pole of the main road - or maybe a triangle-shaped map, so long as each side of the triangle is short enough that a nation at hub A could still and easily border a nation at hub B.

I love the Tech team

can we just go back to defender default

how does it feel to be a new player?

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At'ess gazed deep into a pool, watching the darkness beneath its still waters. A thin smile crept onto their face.

The moon howled. A worm sang ballads of lost love. At'ess Velulaei'onn's eyes flickered at the mention of Khel.

Along old cobbled paths did the young man walk, guided by torchlight - amber hues flickering against the red leaves of the autumn seasons. Beside him, a trusted steed - the lame-legged mule, Julia (unrelated to the Saint), carrying a week's worth of supplies for one. The smell of thistle among the undergrowth; of sea-bream sold by a fisherman by the wayside. These were the smells of his homeland, still recovering from the war, its shining capital rebuilt yet again. An old crossing stood before him, though its picket-sign was newly replaced; the beginning of a highway, where once stood unmarked footpaths. To Ebonwood; it cried to be explored. A journey for another time, for the young man was weary from the year's travels already. He had time, though, to pause at the watering hole; a campsite of misplaced milk farmers, their fields salted years ago by Sedanites, the nobility too embattled to pay foreign drui to heal their ruined lands. Cloaked in a plain brown cape, its shape contorting around the sheath of a far finer blade, his tanned skin and rust-colored hair seemed misplaced among the pale folke of the refugee camp; indeed its combination would be misplaced anywhere in Almaris. He pulled from indigo-dyed pockets the letters he carried with him; of Fealty, and of Independence. Moere, warm and coastal, had never wanted for much - a small lakeside village of five raised into a county for a political game the boy had no part in playing. The land, beautiful but infertile, could host little more; yet he had remained there dutifully all the same, bound by oath to cousins that hated his mother, fishing, drinking, lazing about - for the invaders that had so crippled the rest of that Principality had left his Moere alone, the single young man more than enough to fend off the the odd coyote. Yet now he was released, and his father had called for him. He oft wondered after his siblings - he had left home at the age of five, when they were yet whelps cradled in their shared mother's bosom. A brother and a sister he had never met, a keep he never cared to visit, a city he remembered only by the dizzying array of colors plastered onto its walls and the stench that so very often accompanied large settlements. Perhaps home could wait. His steps led him into the Pale.

That's crazy! My ex also told me she was looking for someone_better! Let me know if you find them! @rukio

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Haelun'or, deep in the chaos of a civil upheaval, had little time to dedicate towards the lesser races - Veluthri Elibar'acal no exception. Drinking a cup of green tea, the leaves harvested in the wintry seasons for a fuller palette, she read through the morning papers of elcihi, rife with news of elections and speeches, of hurled insults and attacks on character - nothing, of course, related to Elysium, or non-thilln mating with other non-thilln (such was no business of the third-best publication of elcihi, the Silver Inquirer, after all). Suddenly, she sneezed. "Heyae-?!" she exclaimed, confused - for it was a rather warm day as Malin's Welcome was coming into full swing.

"Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya," commented Veluthri Elibar'acal idly upon receiving the missive with her morning meal - today, a hearty affair of oatmeal, two eggs, an orange, and raspberry juice. The exact contents of her meal had no deeper meaning, except, perhaps, that she was especially craving fruit that day.

The golden eyes of a humbly clad 'thill glittered as they caught one of the many leaflets. "Maehr'sae hiylun'ehya," they spoke quietly, near-religious fervor apparent in their voice.

Voting Ballot ((Minecraft Name: edelos)) Name: Tiuthwyn Visaj Age: 132 Vote 1: Alaion Miravaris Vote 2: Alaion Miravaris

ETERNALITY We see ourselves as ETERNAL, lliran - sons and daughters of Larihei, our writs recorded for the eons and our deeds in living memory for countless Valah generations. Yet today I find that questioned - for the past few months I have spent staring out the gate of our so aptly named Eternal Library, watching executions in the streets in the name of order. The 'thilln are a breed of logicians and orators, of thinkers and writers; that is to say, we are a largely defenseless lot. Atop our marble walls sit fewer cannons than one finds in a single Orenian hamlet; behind them sits an army suitable only for putting down civilians. And put them down they have; in the streets and in their homes are the Sohaerites hunted for the misdeed of wishing to continue a status quo we have known since the time of Larihei, etched into the history of the world by such figures as Lucion Sullas, the infamous Kalenz Uradir, and the far more recent Dimaethor Visaj. Abiding by the will of the Maheral and Malauriran could be counted on as surely as the sun rising - which means the sun must not have risen this past year, for all their calls and requests went unheeded. Though I was voted in by the Silver Council under Ayliana Valwynn, both sides in this conflict have insofar seen fit to affirm my measures towards the neutrality and security of the Library - but I will spell out my personal stance, and my stance as Okarir'maehr, in full, that there may be no confusion - and that, should we wish to continue persecuting Haelunorians for what I can only see to be peaceful protest, I am not alone spared. I find no solace in releasing this missive, and would apologize to the Valwynns for what will appear a betrayal - but I have lived by maehr'sae hiylun'ehya my entire life, and know no recourse but Larihei's teachings. The below three points summarize my beliefs on this civil war. OEM | I abide by the will of elMaheral and elMalauriran, and their words are the words of elcihi and the mali'thilln; for to be pure is defined by their example, and one cannot be 'thill in the absence of their teachings. NIUT | Those hired by the claimant Ivarielle hold no grounds for their terrorization of the denizens of elcihi; and so long as she continues to employ foreign bandit-mercenaries to murder defenseless Haelunorians (a misdeed I was an unfortunate witness to, and which caused me to board up the Library in the first place) instead of partaking in civilized debate, I shall continue to refuse acknowledgement of any claims or transfers of power to her. Engage our people in shows of culture, speeches and rallies; not with the blades of nameless hordes. HAEL | ElMalauriran have demanded a vote among our people; the pure, especially those learned in our histories, would abide. That she continues to rely on the support of foreign legions speaks either to her insecurity in her popularity among the greater populace, or that she finds greater happiness among those masked masses than in engaging her own would-be peoples in our traditions. Neither are traits I would see in one meant to lead our people. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya Okarir'maehr Tiuthwyn elTalonnii Visaj

Veluthri Elibar'acal, like some few other upstanding denizens of the city of silver, rarely took her breakfasts later than an hour after dawn. Her haelun had always said, "Oemerih ciw lye eth!" - first may we rise - though that may have been an excuse for her crippling insomnia. Nevertheless, Veluthri had always seen the value in such words - and it was a good thing, too, for that day the morning couriers delivered quite the missive. Swallowing a bite of porridge and washing it down with an herbal remedy that smelled of ginger, she commented offhandedly to the barkeep (who, not being fluent in Ancient Elven, seemed very confused indeed), "Marn u'marenne, iylcihi elcihinte marohn. Ikru tuva, aver tuva. Adontereh maelu nae, o lye pario taelu?"