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On 9/22/2020 at 6:34 PM, MunaZaldrizoti said:

Henriette reads the name Helvets, thinks of the failure of Kaedrin, and continues on with her day knowing that integrity and patriotism atleast survived in Hanseti & Ruska.

((@MunaZaldrizoti Leave Bickando alone, he’s an innocent lad. Save the OOC shitposts for someone else if you have unresolved beef.))

fuckin Newfies man

TO PISS ON A TREE

Glaedr of the Pale stood before the gates of an elven city which name escaped him, relieving himself on the quartz wall out in the open as he pondered in thought as any man of sound mind might, on why every declaration that his kind made began with aggressively simple action and ended with an equally pointless non sequitur.

RESOLUTION OF 1785

10th of Tobias’s Bounty, 1785

On 10th of Tobias’s Bounty, 1785 the House of Electors gathered in Myre Hall to deliberate over the succession of His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Peter III.

Presiding: Count Richard Victor, Rochefort.

In attendance: The Governor-General Duke Henry Frederick, Cathalon, Viscount Frederick Ermingard, Pruvia-Albarosa.

Voting in absentia: The Prince-Archbishop, Cardinal Albarosa, Count Oisin O’Rourke, Halstaig, Viscount Riordain MacDrough-Armas, Rillsworth.

MOTION OF THE CHAMBER

That in lieu of electing a new Kaedreni Monarch, that the House move to dissolve itself and invest itself in H.I.M, Empress Anne Augusta, as a direct constituency of the Empire.

ALL IN FAVOUR; 

The Duke of Cathalon, AYE

The Prince-Archbishop of Albarosa, AYE

The Count of Rochefort, AYE

The Count of Halstaig, AYE

The Viscount of Albarosa, AYE

The Viscount of Rillsworth, AYE

ALL OPPOSED;

CARRIED UNANIMOUSLY

WE DO AFFIRM, the supremacy of the Imperial Crown in the affairs of the Commonwealth and call for a new and stable principle of Responsible Government in the administration of it’s comprised constituency.

The resolution of the chamber is a critical consideration, as while the present situation is allowed to progress the continued constituents of the Commonwealth receive in practice no right to the enjoyment of life, no liberty to control their own affairs, and an increasingly limited opportunity for the development of institution and industry. The valley of Cathalon is commonly known as a bounty of natural resource for which there is no greater source; yet with the absence of substantiated representation it’s promise is allowed only a place to perish with St. Catherine it’s tombstone. It is only then as direct citizens of the Empire, that we men and women subsist.

Thus we entreat here to Her Imperial Majesty as unflinching Imperial subjects; that the Crown appoint a Viceroy to empower a regional legislature with increased authority to govern local affairs. That the Crown’s chosen Viceroy be responsible together with an assembly of his common man for the purpose of articulating a new constitution to serve for the function of a reformed Commonwealth, and that this leal Viceroy therefore work in conjunction with that local government to, in good time and in good conscience, be ultimately held accountable to said legislature.

Signed,

Governor-General Henry Frederick Helvets,

Duke of Cathalon

Lord-Magnate Richard Victor Helvets,

Count of Rochefort

H.E Cardinal Albarosa

Prince-Archbishop of Albarosa

The Right Hon. Oisin O’Rourke

Count of Halstaig

The Right Hon. Riordain Macdrough-Armas

Viscount of Rillsworth

The Right Hon. Frederick Ermingard Pruvia

Viscount of Pruvia-Albarosa 

“I approve of this pog marriage.” nods governer in chief ‘Richard Helvets

ROYAL ELECTIONS OF 1784

In accordance with Article III of the INSTRUMENT OF GOVERNMENT 1730, with the death of the Monarch the powers of state are vested back unto the noble Electors of the Diet and thus back into the peerage of the Kingdom. It is thereby then the function and duty of the Upper House to deliberate upon candidacy for the throne. Deliberation will be unrelenting, session will not end until upon which the House reaches its resolution.

ALL PEERS OF THE HOUSE OF ELECTORS ARE THUS FORMALLY CALLED TO VAROCHE:

HG, The Duke of Cathalon

HE, The Prince-Archbishop of Albarosa

The Right Hon. Count of Rochefort

The Right Hon. Count of Halstaig

The Right Hon. Viscount of Rillsworth

The Right Hon. Viscount of Pruvia-Albarosa

If attendance cannot be met it is the right of the Electorate to appoint a deputy in their stead to speak on their behalf.

(FORUM RP POST FOR ABSENTEE DISCUSSION AND RECORDING, ONLY PLAYERS PRESENT MAY REPLY)

(EVENT DATE: SEPTEMBER 12^th 2020)

((If you keep using that terrible ******* skin you won’t be my son for long

 got the real reason right here

COMMITTEE RESOLUTION

By the Lord-Magnate was the chamber brought into session on the 10^th of  Malin’s Welcome 1784 to discuss the question of succession brought into question by the tragic circumstances of the Emperor. By the right stipulated in the Constitution, with the assent of the King, and in the sight of GOD.

Discussed was the evident lack of care given to the region by the King and the lack of attend given by the Governor-General in successfully managing the province itself. All potential candidacies discussed in preparation. The House of Electors finds no flaw in the current rulings of the Constitution itself, save a single clear issue considering favored candidacy thereby put to a vote:

THE MOTION PROPOSED,

That ARTICLE FIVE, SECTION FOUR of the INSTRUMENT OF GOVERNMENT be formally voided from the Constitution to prepare for and accommodate the ascendancy of the Crown Princess ANNE AUGUSTA to the Imperial Throne.

THE STANDING VOTE:

IN FAVOR,

Count Rochefort 

Viscount Rillsworth

Viscount Pruvia-Albarosa 

IN OPPOSITION,

Count Halstaig 

ABSTENTION,

UNDECIDED,

Duke Cathalon

Archbishop Albarosa

The current vote thereby stands at 3-1-0 with two undecided members.

SIGNED,

The Rt Hon. Count of Rochefort,

The Rt Hon. Viscount Rillsworth,

The Rt Hon. Viscount Pruvia-Albarosa.

1ST HOUSE OF ELECTORS CONSTITUTIONAL COMMITTEE, 1784

In accordance with Article III of the INSTRUMENT OF GOVERNMENT 1730, we do reaffirm the right and duties of the Kingdom’s peers:

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ARTICLE III. On the Diet,

I.    That the legislature of the Commonwealth of Kaedrin be known as the Diet of Kaedrin, comprising two chambers, the upper House of Electors and the lower House of Commons.

II.    That the character of the Diet of Kaedrin be that of the representatives of various interests to the King, when called to session.

III.    That the House of Electors be composed of those holders of peerages within the Commonwealth of Kaedrin, a seat for which they shall hold until their death or abdication, in which case such seats are inherited by their legitimate heir, or attainder, in which case such seats are revoked.

 

 

In the event of a single standing issue it is thereby the function of the Upper House to call a Committee on the issue at hand, for the purpose of a swift and decisive resolution and to assemble in both general and special circumstance as a congregation of equals for the purpose of legislative review, amendment, and discussion: It is a fact that the King finds himself in immeasurably sickly circumstances. Therefore the topic of the proceeding session can be evidently known: to discuss, amend, and confirm the rules of engagement stipulated by the constitution before for impending Royal Elections.

THE FOLLOWING PEERS OF THE HOUSE ARE CALLED TO PARTICIPATE IN THE CONSTITUTIONAL COMMITTEE:

HG, The Duke of Cathalon @Fishy

HE, The Prince-Archbishop of Albarosa @Caranthir_

The Right Hon. Count of Rochefort @osumanduas

The Right Hon. Count of Halstaig @Areon

The Right Hon. Viscount of Rillsworth @vulcock

The Right Hon. Viscount of Pruvia-Albarosa @Draeris

(THIS IS A FORUM RP POST PRIMARILY FOR ABSENTEE DISCUSSION AND RECORDING, ONLY PLAYERS PRESENT FOR, OR IN THE HOUSE OF ELECTOR MAY REPLY)

7 hours ago, Oinked said:

I prefer the 1.9 combat system much more because of the skill it requires compared to simply spam clicking a sword hoping you hit someone and kill them.

90% of the goons on this server have been caught using autoclickers already. This combats that, so yeah I’m down for it.

@Wretched 

While the Seven Unseen would have technically each had domains of their own, Striga themselves don’t go to the Soulstream and don’t die mortal deaths. There are two ways that Striga are killed:

• A: You’ve been killed by a mortal in any variety of death a Striga’s soul lingers on in the mortal plane in the place of death until another Striga comes to revive them with a transfusion of their blood.  
• B: You’ve been killed and cannibalized by another Striga and thus permanently dormant inside your killer.

If they do have a plane I imagine they would all be very similar to the Gilded Court. Since they permanently reside in the Mortal Plane.

1 hour ago, Lyonharted™ said:

A correction is subsequently issued.

 

“To whom it may concern,

 

It has come to the attention of the Ministry that in fact, Mr. Henry Frederick is elder brother to Mr. Richard Victor. Given this is the case, Mr. Henry is a more legal heir.

 

As a result, this abdication is most likely illegal. Instead, Mr. Henry Frederick is the legal inheritor and will become Duke of Cathalon. A possibility for a more legal heir in the form of a son of the former Duke exists but to our knowledge there are none. 

 

If any parties feel suitably aggrieved, then this case may be settled in court, but it is the opinion of the government that, in accordance with the ORC, Mr. Henry Frederick Helvets is the most legal heir. A court would most likely uphold this as fact. 

Thank you for your time,

 

@Fishy @gamer_guy @osumanduas

@Lyonharted™ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/profile/56632-mumkee/ As his father left once more for the sea, Peter Helton Helvets, the son and younger brother of Wilhelmina Beatrix Helvets returns from cold storage to claim his inheritance in spite of his two older uncles. Ready this time to be the new inactive Duke in their stead.

Richard Helvets watches from Varoche calmly as his brother finally embarks again for the world unknown.

If you’ve started hopping in skype calls and driving your blood pressure up over a community in a video game; that seems like a good place to stop. Go play CoD or binge Netflix instead because this place isn’t changing and you’ve become too invested. I’ve known a lot of people in my time in this community who stick around far past their point of return. Just reevaluate and come back when you feel like you can have fun again, then drop it again when it becomes too much.

I’d say farewell but we’ll always be friends and so long as we hang in discord I’ll never lose touch. I'm proud o’ you my guy. Keep on the grind

The Count of Rochefort sat on his porch, overlooking the land he had stewarded for twenty-six long years; a snuffed cigar lay in the ashtray upon the ledge by which he sat. His life had been a tumultuous one, and it may still yet to be. But for the time and in future years as his twilight came upon him what appeared was an opportunity for peace and comfort. Yet all he could think of as he looked across to the valley of Cathalon below, the township of Owynsburg that had been made to flourish, the fields made to grow, which now colored the settled land as a magnificent golden hue; all he could think to do was reflect on his time and pray it was enough. On the first he took solace that his brother would choose a worthy successor, his elder brother and all but one of the two folk of his long forgotten childhood who still beget time within his life. Yet now he was in mid-life, not the spotted ambitious youth of his sixteenth year; high on the regard of a newly wife and eager for the responsibilities that came endowed with them.

His next thoughts turned therein entirely to family and friends. His children now on their way to adulthood, his eldest daughter Lorena but a paltry year away from it. ‘She will do well’ he thought, ‘no, they will do well.’ He thought again, reaffirming his belief as his mind drifted to their prospects. With any regard, he would try to assure her ascendency to his own former post in the Lieutenancy which he had already promptly resigned but a few moments before. She would do well in any path she chose, and he was content in that, despite the Count’s reputation for the contrary he was and had always been a man of liberal dispositions. The sixth son of nine healthy children, and a boy with nothing but a name to inherit. Which he had levied to the best of his abilities in the industries of both the personal and the political. His son Adrian would serve well as Count when his time came, but not just yet. He would have the time to raise his youngest sons, Victor and William. His daughter Theodora would be given a good life too, or an opportunity to be taken care of so help the Lord. For if the family he hesitantly regarded broke their bond a second time he nary countenance the grief of loss that accompanied the death of most his siblings, his mother and father. It was nothing more than what he had, maybe far more, and he would have nothing less.

He had remained strong in his tenure, though it weened and waxed, and his good faith was tested, betrayed, and sometimes paid off. He had accrued strong friendships with the common folk of his Commonwealth, for all but in name he felt assured in thinking of it as such; his country, every grain in Cathalon and every brick in the mortar of Varoche. The O’Rourke of Elendil who had proven eternal in their fortitude, never wavering in their support of the shared project of prosperity for the valley they all loved. Newcomers by all means with no obligation to do so even, yet they remained and guided the land alongside his own hands even now. The goodly Mayor Alexander and the men of the former garrison, whom to his knowledge had all preferred transference to the Navy by which they could truly fight in a force that represented the spirit of their province, a force they could mayhap one day take pride in constructing like he and his had seen to the Commonwealth itself. Though his last thoughts were for his first, a man and women who without their support he would have truly failed before he began, his brief inexperience which would have spelled his doom: the late Karoly, his longtime friend and patriot Laurence Pruvia, and the scion of Dubois Mariana. ‘Though they were sometimes fickle’ he thought, they never abandoned him even unto their departure from his administration. They had been tireless in their pursuits, and their loss would always be a void of government and of his own soul that he knew would never be filled.

“Not so bad, I suppose. Not bad at all.”

he said the words with finality, his tone soft as he muttered the words to himself. he took one last look at the valley of his people; the Rhoswenii who had taken and cherished the land since his father’s dissolution of the old republic of the past. Though as he had always despised war himself, loathed the barricades that came with the most recent of them, loathed the loss of life that accompanied it. Yet so too did he despise betrayal and favour loyalty. An ultimate paradox, to hate the actions of one’s liege, but in principle to never betray him for it. He had only once done so in his forty years of life, and only in retaliation, Thinking again on his children as that one moment passed before him there was also no hesitation, and then the guilt which soon accompanied the realization of that resolution.

With that final thought his contemplation was broken, silently he thanked all before GOD which even then he saw in that valley below him. He thanked him for his opportunity to shepard his people, and while he could afford to do so no longer he would not forget the time he had been given. He left then his rocking chair to the solitude of the lone porch, a glass of whiskey drained and the glass itself cleaned in it’s absence, ready to be washed and reused.

It was his time, to lay at rest beneath his figs and raise his foxes.

John Renault Horen-Johan, descendant of the second son to PETER II and the obvious true-born heir to the line of the Johannians after the Emperor Aurelius squashed his two year old, three times great uncle’s head against the wall of his nursery like a melon shook his head very disapproving, as his bloodline was not gone nor dissolved.

“All those descended from the line of the Duke of Furnstock Charles Elliot or the baby murderer Aurelius I are snakes and thieves who’s very existence supports the killing of infants and the bedding of sisters. Just ask Paul Varoche.”

“If this man was king of anything but Sutica I would commend his constant prattle and petty flexing. But honestly, a ruler of cowards, merchants, and sister shagging degenerates has no real feet to stand on in any talk of actual military strategy. What a cray-sunken sucker.” noted dragoman Stefan Morovic, always very contemptuous of Renatian baby butchers.

”Only facts here is that your mother was a dumb ‘hore with a fat arse. If you think the good Emperor’d the same as he did when you yourself were a tot with spots you must be snorting something far more potent than that Sutican white. Bloody ‘Blood Raven’ is right, only title this buddy ever bought he couldn’t even take proper until eons after he’d claimed it when Renatus was still breathing. Even then you had to be bloody elected, so this bloke better not speak of conquest when the only clout he ever got was by taking Sutican shaft up ‘is rear.”

His Lordship Morovic then characteristically spat unto the ground, having regressed back into peasantry due to his long stunt in exile.

Aneir’in Ithelanen for the first time in many years saw himself exorcized from the path, spit out from the wilds like a a hot iron from the forge. In his wake his heart of lupine fervour set the trees and plant-life into madness, like a choir of angels beating their branches to his battle spirit. The batshit druid would arrive quickly, ready to find fellow clansmen to halt the heretical ceremony; the pride of Irrin’s kin who sought to bend the will of his gods to their mortal fibre. “The withering eagle has flown his corpse cart too close to the sun.” an Aldemari passerby might hear, though the elder Ithelanen too was becoming just so, less a man, more a bulwark of faith; a simple pillar of ancient antiquity and the culture of his ancestors.

The blessed Everard II smiles the sun’s smile as he looks down from the Seven Skies; saluting the poor nun who was probably still burning eternally in some depth of the Nether.

Uttering a few words to his goodly Inquisitor-General St. Michael of Cordobe he spoke:

“You did good my boy, you did good.”

“All the folk with critiques to chat, it’s near possible that they’ve nothing better to do than drool over one city’s simple proclamation.” comments the Count of Rochefort, puffing of his cigar as he sat watching over the valley ‘neath the shadow of Cathalon.

2 hours ago, Zarsies said:

 

The Nether is a physical space deep, deep under Aegis on the Aos side. It’s the area Iblees chose to conquer and stake his claim in parallel to Aeriel who chose to ‘conquer’ (not the best word) and stake her claim on the Relative Center of Ebrietaes while, at the same time, having her own separate plane that, like Iblees’s, hasn’t been touched a whole lot. Moz Strimoza =/= the Nether.

 

Moz Strimoza first came about in the Gifts of the Red Prince lore which laid the groundwork for this and the mention of it being Iblees’s original plane isn’t a stretch. That said, there is more lore relevant to this post (a full deity piece for Iblees and patron piece for Ixris) that has yet to be released by the ST which would illuminate some things but I am not sure when they will release it or what parts will be backfacing (hidden for event inclusion, essentially scrubbed of spoilers, most notably for Ixris).

That’s definitely it then. As without the context of how the Archdaemon actually got from ruling the Nether to Moz Strimoza isn’t explained and the question of where this place is just wouldn’t be clear for anyone who hasn’t been on the LT and also gone through a deep dive. It becomes a little hard to grasp otherwise, given what’s being done with prior lore.

As for who gets what plane, Ebrietaes is to Aeriel what the Nether is too Iblees. It isn’t a stretch to think he’d pick up and leave for somewhere else. But I think it is a bit of a bend to say the Nether wasn’t his first plane to begin with. The story of Iblees is very specific in his fall to the mortal plane and his subsequent confinement to the Nether itself. 

If the origins can be elaborated on a bit more with the reveal of that proposed deep-lore than it would solve everything really; just knowing that fills in things quite nicely.

Having gone from one to another is also kind of interesting too, given the implications of what might happen to his previous realm once it had been abandoned. If it can be explicitly stated at some point as to how he conquered / moved to this new realm that would probably be the icing on the cake.

Stefan Morovic prepares to catch a front row seat in the war to come: @Malaise @Zarsies