Hanseti

It was a long day in the Inn. I laughed and joked around, when this women entered. I recognized her, from the time we raided Al'Khazar whilst risking the miasma for arms and weapons. Selina Daemons, Ascended we met while checking the Al'Khazar keep. She talked with the folks, and then asked to find Gaius's grave. I nod, and lead her to the Crypt of the Lost Kings, were we unofficially buried Gaius. She thanked me and stood inside the cypt. I thanked her for her blessings, no matter that Gaius was dead. In the end, Gaius kept his word somewhat to Selina, Gaius lead us against the Undead, and placed the stepping stones for us to trounce over them, inspiring champions like Abeam, Segari, and Maur. His will is now inherited by our Hochmeister, and for that we have him to thank.

Joma, 27th of the Second Seed, 14 I walk in the snowy night, my cloak flying in the winds. The air is cold, the fires are lit, and the people are at home, sleeping and being with their families. I walk to the square, and I see the Sarients milling around, they brave the cold and stand here with me, awaiting my orders. Even Maur, a orc who yearns for the deserts, puts on a brave front and stands grumpily next to Tesawa, who seems to be busy sharpening his diamond sword. A smirk crawls upon my face. While I have sworn to chastity, this is my family. "Loyal sarient, you give me your swords, you give me your shields, but now I want you to lend me your ears!" I shout across the square, the silence of the night supporting the only sound in the region, the winds carrying my words into the City. "We are gathered here to march against Rennatus for the crimes they have committed to our beloved Realm! It was a blood debt that was supposed to be paid in Aegis! We have suffered, we have been harassed, we have been bullied, by our neighboring nation and hated enemy known as Rennatus! Ever since its forming, it has always seeked to destroy us. It was Gaius's last wish, that all nations come together to face Iblees once and for all in the Nether, and set aside any petty differences and arguments. We did as he asked, we honored Gaius's spirit, may the late Hochmeister rest his soul. But when they DARE think they can bully our citizens, then they DARE think they can harass our Sarients and jeer at him, and these people are not punished, but rewarded in high positions in the Rennatus government!? No! Lord Reynard has asked for peace and time. Time has been given. 12 years, since we arrived in Asulon, 5 years since Lord Reynard became official regent. He has been the High Chancellor for more than 20 years now, and only now, with war looming ahead, does he ask for peace? Why has he not done anything before that? He has a silver tongue, he could have used it to stop all of this? WHERE IS HE NOW, WHEN WE AGREED TO HELP HIM STORM AL'KHAZAR, AND MAKE HIM KING OF OREN? He is just as bad as all the corrupt ministers that backstabbed us from the Treaty of Birumvate! Never keeps their promise, never pays his debt! We are the Teutonic Order. We always punish those who have wronged us." He sweeps his cloak, flashing the black cross on it, and the other Sarient roar in approval, banging their shields with their swords, creating a din in the middle of the square. "Sarients! We march at dawn. Tesawa! Get the finest winged helms you have crafted, and distribute them to all the members. Get Valgen to help you. Maur, you and Gustav fetch and round up the Sarients living in New Sorovitz and Dovasjkr, we gather here in Hanseti to meet our allies." I turn around, and head back to the Keep, and all I can hear from the square is "For the Realm! For Hanseti! For the Order! For Gaius! For Hochmeister Samuel! For the Teutonic Order!" I grin and claps my winged helm on, ready to meet the Sarients by tomorrow morn.

((Sure Ninja, and you can always edit your posts to the top :D))

((I was going to ask someone to top this story with how you died, but only Lily was there I think))

I carried the coffin with the peaceful Horus, up the to grave, while Lysle fetched his spade and dug a small 3 feet hole in the earth for the coffin. He then placed the axe inside the coffin, positioned so Horus held it on his chest. The position of a guardian. He definitely deserved that title, after all he's done for the Realm. I gave a small note to Lysle, and he took a marble plaque and chiseled it on the black stone grave I placed for him. I clutch my heart, and say little to the tombstone. What more is there to say, and by the man who killed him? I wonder what Jorgen, Syblix, and Renzbro will do now Horus is not there to lead them... I walk away from the grave after giving Lysle the funeral fee. I stare blankly at the snow falling from the sky. Flashes of axes, blood spilling from Horus's head and neck. Who knew the human body had such a large capacity for blood? Horus's head dyeing the white snow rose red... I probably will never be rid of this memory for as long as I live...

((Happy to help, I've been wanting to write some ingame stories for a while now.))

I dragged the body through the snow, and reached Hanseti. I had Dagwood bandage my wound, but it hurt as nether lava being poured on me. I placed the body in a empty chest in my home, and draped the Teutonic Order flag on his body, to hide the wounds I inflicted so I need not be reminded how he died. I met Lysle Rigger, and arranged a funeral for Horus. He came to the home, and we carried the coffin to the graveyard by Memorial Hill. We went down the stairs, into a crypt, and there Lysle begin treating Horus's lifelss body to some herbs and aromatic oils. I try not to gag, but when Lysle cuts open his stomach and intestines, I cant help but retch by the side. It was bad enough to see just a small bit when I sliced the body with my axe, but having it displayed for the entire world to view it....I couldn't take it. But I caused this, so I should be with Horus to the end. I held Horus's limp body up for Lysle to apply treatment on him. He sewed and cleaned the wounds, painted the face, and wiped it down of sweat and grim. If I didn't know better, Horus was just sleeping, but had sunken eyes. I remembered I picked up the axe Horus had, and decided it would be a good idea to bury it with him, as to help him cross the River of Caeu and challenge Fagari, to be admitted into the Halls of Lighthalzen, the same with Abeam, Gaius, Segari.

The death of Horus Harthorn Snowy, the ground was. We faced off. Me and Horus. It was during one of my rounds, inspecting and telling Horus a few issues regarding New Sorovitz. Nothing serious. But then, he came. We stared at each other. My stormy grey eyes against his odd magical purple eyes. I wore a iron chest plate with a cross on the plate, and he summoned a spectral dark suit of armor. As black as night. I kept thinking how did this happen... Horus collapsed during the inspection tour. I was worried about him when he started explaining something about his "other" side. I was confused. I knew Horus for some 20 years, but admittedly rarely met with him other than for business and issues. Never did any other Sarient tell me about this supposed "second being" that lived within Horus. His eyes turned from grey to purple, and he took on a cold condescending tone. He laughed and asked me questions. I couldn't risk killing him, I might kill Horus if that was the case. Better to play along. He wanted information, for the Enderman. I have no idea what the nether is he talking about. A enderman officer living within Horus? Thats just insanity. He asked me questions about the realm, failure to do so would result in my death. I made a counteroffer. If I answer all the questions, this thing would have to free Horus, but if I fail, he can do what he pleases with me. He laughed and sneered at me, but accepted the deal. Thats alright, I know everything about the realm. The questions were strange and precise, one was what was the thickness of the floorboard that Horus made in the theater. He was toying with me, and I knew that I wouldn't stand a chance if I let him be in power of the questions. I decided a risky move, to argue back that his logic was wrong, and that Horus did not know what he was doing. The "other" side became enraged. We were fighting back and forth in a tug-of-war-of-knowledge, until Rylen showed up. That was when it went downhill. The "other" Horus smiled coldly, with a look of amusement in his eyes. ****, he was gonna prey on Rylen, who knew nothing about the realm save for some unknown ruins. I took over, and beat "Other Horus" in his questionnaires. I won. We're going home. I would get my friend back. "No. I wont let you take him back" The other Horus hissed, purple gas emitting from his throat. **** just got real. He finally cracked, knowing it was futile to beat me in knowledge. He gave me a choice. Either let Rylen be murdered in front of my eyes, or I have to kill him, and Horus along with the body. I made a third option, I sent Rylen to get for help, and I stopped the "Other Horus" trying to chase him. That's how it happened it seems. Now I'm faced with two choices. Either I let Horus kill me, and hopefully the ender within him would somehow go away, or I can kill him, save my skin, and prevent any further casualties. What a pain in the neck. I grip my stone axe. I came to New Sorovitz, expecting to see some lovely houses, and take a look at this supposed Cider Farm Horus was developing. Luckily I made it a point to wear armor when traveling. The Ender Horus wielded some magical axe, it looked pretty much like a diamond axe, but with a glowy aura and spectral feel to it. I highly doubt I could beat him. But Ender Horus only wore a black chest plate, and had the rest of his body exposed. That is my chance. Ender Horus is still a mortal. If I loop off his head or slice his neck, he would collapse and die. I just pray to Rohkeus to give me strength and courage to do this. We circled each other for a good 3 minutes now, snow falling, it was screwing u my vision. He made the first one. Kicking up a bunch of snow, Ender Horus charged at me. I made a side step, and slashed him in the back. He growled like a feral beast, but with purple gas emitting from his throat. We clashed. Axe to axe. My stone axe was no match for his diamond. It was chipping away while his was at good durability. I had one trick up my sleeve, the same trick I used to kill Vardak the minion. I stood still in the snow, and let Horus charge at me. As expected, he was in blood rage. He aimed for my stomache, but at the last minute, I sidestepped. I was pierced with the tip of tha axe near my left kidney. I grunted, in pain. But the pain gave me strength, and I gripped the axe still in me, and brought mine down on his head. It rolled on the snow, staining the beautiful white with rose red colours. The purple eyes became a sunken grey socket, and Horus's headless body collapsed to the ground. Rylen came by, with his head in his panties, asking if I was okay, and amazed at how I managed to kill something so strong. I felt empty. I felt like ****. Why? I murdered my own friend.

"Would anyone like to say their farewells to Ben Fawkes?" Lysle Riggers asked the small crowd. A enthusiastic butcher called out, and stepped next to the tombstone made of stone slabs and a marble plaque. His apron was dirty, and he had a butcher's knife hanging from his belt. Obviously not dressed for a funeral, but I guess no one really minded. "Khali-Shi. Right. Sorry. Haven't gotten used to this religion thing yet", the butcher murmured, embarrassed. "Any others?" I step up. Me and Ben, we didn't know each other very well. We were just in the same line of business, and got together for a chat sometimes. Exhaling, my hot breathe producing a small white cloud against the backdrop of the grey scenery. I speak. "I just wanna say, I hope you find some halfling cider wherever you are, Ben" Sangreal smiles continuously at all the kind, half hearted comments. I wonder how he feels, getting his other soul dying on him. He once told me that he(Sangreal) existed to protect Ben. What is there left for him now? We throw some offerings, to which Sangreal kept in a small earthen jar, that was buried in place of the body, seeing as Sangreal still lived. When the ceremony was over, dawn had arisen. Time to get back to work I suppose. (This was told from a person's narrative point of view. It may or may not be correct information. But dont meta anyways.)

It was a snowy night as usual in Hanseti, as almost every other day. I was sitting in my house, polishing my diamonds, when I saw a troupe of people trudge in. One of them had dark blue skin. Ben Fawkes, I knew him. I issued his passpourt. The other two I dont know, but they wore similar clothings. Dutiful as always, I locked away my diamonds, and asked for their names and business politely. Lysle Rigger and Lily Aladiir. Just some folks looking for work. We entered Ben's home. Sangreal, whom I met before as well, declared that Ben has died in a stroke, while he barely survived. Another death of a body with two souls, was Kincaid just like him when he died? I dont know this whole twin soul business. But Ben was someone I met in Aegis, and we chanced upon meeting in Asulon. I offered to bury him, but Lysle said he would work as the gravekeeper, and so I allowed him to do his job. The snow stopped falling for tonight. We gathered around the grave, murmuring, until Lysle came out of his shack with some tools, and a sombre expression. Using a small hammer and chisel, Lysle engraved the words Sangreal requested on a small marble plaque. "Here lies Ben Fawkes. Dead Again" I want to ask what does it mean, but I think that I would only get more questions than answers from Sangreal. So I just drop it, and respectfully keep my silence. Lysle Rigger asked beforehand at Sangreal, confirming that Ben followed a obscure religion known as Ome'chan. Something I shoudldn't be too concerned about, I hardly knew the dark elf, save for some dinner and wine, maybe a chat here and there. I listened on, my mind drifting elsewhere. What could have possibly happened to Ben? The funeral service goes on...

Opposing Faction: Hanseti and Allies Defending Faction: Renatus Name of the battle: The Battle of the Boot Location: must be the specific region/biome you wish to conquer: Das Boot Time, (at least 5 days warning): Monday, February 20, 8 o’clock EST Terms: No Golden Apples Items are not returned No potions Best armor and weapons Rewards: region/biome swaps ownership: The Das_Boot Region RP: The Teutonic Order and Renatus have always had a tumultuous relationship. Hanseti has always felt that they were wronged when Oren was unjustly taken from them. Their former Hochmeister, Gaius Marius, was named king of Oren after Enor Sheffield stepped down. The Phoenix Revolution, upset at Gaius for his multiple strikes at Al’Khazar, decided to attempt to overthrow the newly crowned king. Gaius, not wishing to incite conflict, benevolently decided to gift the western half of Oren to the young revolutionaries. Years later, after the death of Gaius, Samuel Bealcrest became the new Hochmeister. The newly christened Renatus took this temporary moment of weakness from the Order as a time to strike.They attacked and attempted to sack Konigsberg twice whilst the Sariants grieved Gaius’s death. If not for the intervention of the great Morgroka and the UAC, Renatus most likely would have succeeded in destroying Hanseti. The conflict then took a temporary hiatus as Aegis fell to the Undead and the two nations moved to Asulon. As the nations quickly became acclimated to their new homes in Asulon, the conflicts mirrored the progression. Skirmishes dominated the border of Renatus and Hanseti. The two nations both made multiple strikes at each others capital cities, though neither nation could seem to find the upper hand. The conflict appeared to be coming to a stand still. Throughout this time, Renatus was lead by Eze’Kial Tarus. A major shift in the conflict occurred when Tarus stepped down from the throne and Reynard Lycian took his place. Reynard promised massive reforms to the nation. He decided to reform the military force of Renatus, which at the time, had a less than stellar reputation. He also decided to rename Renatus to the Imperial Nation of Renatus. Samuel watched Renatus attempt to change their ways. He waited for weeks on end to see any change in this new Empire. He saw none. During this time, all Samuel could think of was the attacks on Konigsberg so many years ago. He thought of the sight of the fields burning and the citizens fleeing in terror. Samuel decided that he would never allow this to happen again. He would never allow Renatus to sneak up on his nation and his people again. So, Samuel devised a plan. He commissioned his engineers to prepare siege equipment, he had his smiths churn out armor at a ludicrous pace. He was preparing for war. Samuel knew that the only way he could prevent his people from suffering again was to make the first strike at Renatus, so that is what he would do. Samuel had watched as Renatus’s actions had gone without consequence. This would happen no more. Samuel was prepared to bring the consequences that he felt Renatus’s actions warranted. He thought back to something his friend Gaius had said before he died. “The Teutonic Order never forgives. The Teutonic Order never forgets.”

Chapter VI: Deber Eldi was a renowned fighter and champion of his town located between the icy rivers and the Glassmere forest, called Ashtan. He served as a vanguard general in the army, winning the Ashtan many victories that brought them much glory. However the city of Cyrene saw the lush plains of Wolf Edge that bordered Ashtan, and decided it would make a good target for conquest. The general of Ashtan was leading his troops to fend off some savage tribes, when he got a runner from Ashtan, saying the city has fallen. Eldi cried in grief, as he had a wife called Lilia, whom he loved dearly, was within Ashtan’s walls. The runner also said that if Eldi choose to fight for Ashtan and attempt to retake the city, they would execute his wife. The general saw his distress, and consoled him, saying he would send a assassin into the city to rescue Lilia while they marched back to take back their city. When the army reached the walls of Ashtan, the commander of Cyrene stood upon its walls, and shouted “Eldi! Lay down y our arms, or your dear wife Lilia will be thrown from this very wall!” The general and Eldi was shocked and confused, but the commander of Cyrene continued “And if you even think you can save her, you might end up like that assassin you sent to ‘save’ her!” Saying that, the commander tossed the severed head of the assassin towards Eldi. Eldi was close to laying down his arms, but it was when the people of Ashtan heard the Eldi and the army has arrived to save them, and began to chant his name. “ELDI! ELDI! ELDI! ELDI!” The general placed a hand on Eldi’s shoulders, and said “Look Eldi, the people of Ashtan depend on you to free them. It is your duty to serve Ashtan and defend her, no matter the cost.” Eldi gazed upon the walls, and saw Lilia smilling at him sadly at him, but nodding her head. Eldi understood. He raised his two handed zweihander and shouted to the invaders “I will free Ashtan and its people from you Cyrene louts!”. The commander nodded and pushed Lilia down the wall. Lilia did not survive the drop, and was splattered on the ground like bug. Eldi roared, a roar so powerful it shook the mountains and striked terror in the Cyrene ranks. He barged into the city and like a berserker, slew over 200 men guarding the walls. The Ashtan army easily reoccupied Ashtan. When the battle was over, the people of Ashtan made a pyre, and burned the corpse of Lilia. Eldi was overcame with grief, and threw his body into the pyre. The people tried to save him, but the General stopped them and said “He did what he was asked to do, he served Ashtan honourably and should be allowed to be reunited with the women he loved as much as life itself.” The people watched in awe as the pyre burned golden flames, and saw Eldi rise to the skies with Lilia in hand, both heading towards Lighthalzen to join Honra in his hall.

Chapter V: Mort Fagari, the Keeper of Niflheim, the River of the Fallen. When Honra’s creation, the Velsigne’s mortal life has expired, he poured all his grief into a single teardrop, and let it splash onto the ground. That single teardrop formed Fagari, Keeper of the Damned. Fagari consoled Honra, and told him that he can ascend his beloved creations to Lighthalzen if they manage to pass the Trials of the Maker in Niflheim. Every soul who has passed will wait by the the River of Caeu, and Fagari will meet them. To allow only the strongest, smartest, and bravest to ascend into Lighthalzen, Fagari will attempt to beat each soul in their strongest trait they have aquired in their mortal life. Those who beat Fagari will be allowed to cross the Bridge of Benir. Those who could not defeat Fagari will be sent to walk along the Riverbanks of Caeu, until they reach the Wheel of Rebirth. But those who commit evil and atrocities for no rhyme or reason will be sentenced to swim in the River of Caeu, where all regrets, pain, and disappointment of each soul who could not beat Fagari will torment them for all of eternity until Ragnarok. Her companion is Ananta, the Endless.

Chapter IV: Kriger Rohkeus was born in a ice cavern, surrounded by a natural mountain terrain belonging to the tribe Subudai. Since young he has trained in the arts of combat and hunting. He stands 8 foot tall, and is very muscular. He once slew a sea monster by himself in a small little boat with his trusty stone sword Felodoz. One day, a herd of woolly mammoths came and terrorized his tribesmen. So Rohkeus, with a slingshot in his hand and Felodoz in another, went to the Wolfedge plains, and made a pact with the wolves who also suffers from the mammoth attack. Together the pack leader Lupa and Rohkeus went to the nest of the mammoths and engaged in battle with them. For 4 days and night they fought the mammoth to extermination, but his tribesmen assumed Rohkeus died in the process. But Rohkeus came back on the 5th, heaving a giant mammoth skull placed it in the middle of the village. The tribesmen hailed Rohkeus as a hero for saving the tribe, and was canonised by Honra to take his place at the seat of Lighthalzen.

Chapter III: Segur When the humans settled by the river banks, they always had a stomach ache because they were eating raw meat. Krenari, the most beautiful women in the village, saw this and was concerned. So she decided to accompany the hunters when they went hunting for food. Suddenly the sky grew dark, and lightning striked the forest. There was a huge forest fire, and the hunters brought Krenari to a cave above the forest. When they got down, they noticed that a lamb had been killed by the fire. They smelled a delicious smell, and Krenari decided to take a bite. It was delicious, and it did not give the hunters a stomach ache. So she smashed two rocks together, and created sparks for the flames. The Warlord Kyre saw her beauty and intelligence, so he took her as his mate. Krenari found out certain plants can be cultivated into food,such as cereal, wheat, and barley. She thought all the villagers how plant and harvest by inventing the hoe and sickle. The shortage of food was averted, and the people thanked Krenari for her discovery of farming. Krenari’s tribe grew prospurous and fat, and the other tribes were jealous of them. So they decided to kidnap Krenari, and forced her to marry the invading warlord, and teach them the trick of making fire and defeating her tribesmen. For 5 days she was tortured and raped brutally, but she would not betray her tribe and her mate by telling their secrets to these invaders. Honra saw her loyalty and devotion in her, so when Krenari died on the 6th day, Honra invited her to be his mate in the Halls of Lighthalzen.

Chapter II: Toinen Many millenniums later, the god Honra came into existance. There was no life on Asulon, and he thought it was very lonely. So one day he flew to a stream, and saw his reflection in the water. So he thought “Why not make people in my likeness?”. He gathered a bunch of ice, and made a human figure from it with a chisel and hammer. After that he made many more, and these would go forth and populate Asulon. These perfect figurines carved personally by Honra would be known as the Velsigne, the First Born. But making each figurine from ice was time consuming, so he took his mace, Machen, and smashed a giant ice glacier. Each shard formed a human, but they were less perfect than the ones made by hand. Artisans pray Honra, hoping their creations will turn out perfect as Honra made the humans perfect. One day, the sky rained giant hail stones, killing the humans. Honra saw this and said “They are my creations, I need to protect and preserve them”. He ventured South, to the tallest mountains. And there he waited. It was dark when he awoke, but it was not the beaming moon or the piercing wind that disturbed his slumber. It was the uncanny roar of a giant creature, roaring into the night.....beckoning him. It was a Dragon. 100 times bigger than Honra, a Deity, it had scales of bright as mirrors, as hard as obsidian. It had giant horns, at the ears and nose. It had 2 wings, used to fly and swipe people foolish enough to come close. Honra heaved Machen, and did a blood-curdling roar in return, challenging it. And so they fought. Through mace, horn, blood and hell. The fought. For 6 full moons they fought, until at last slaughter in his eyes and glory in his veins. He smote his enemy upon the heart. Victory was his. Honra slayed the dragon, a mythical beast full of power. Then he took the dragon scales, and plugged the holes in the sky, saving the human race. That is why there are so many bright stars in the sky, they represent the holes that Honra plugged in with the shiny dragon scales.

Chapter I: Genesis Before Asulon was brought into existence from the void, Deus, was in the middle of the world. When the Niflheim, Asulon, Lighthalzen was one. He slept in this shell called the cosmic egg . After thousands of years, Deus awoke, and broke free. Lighthalzen, Asulon, Niflheim was separated and broke apart. Deus saw that the 3 realms was going to join back as one, so Deus stood up on Asulon, and held Lighthalzen on his shoulders and pushed Niflheim beneath Asulon. After many aeons, Lighthalzen formed solidly above the skies, and Niflheim was firmly embedded below the earth of Asulon. Deus let out a breathe, and said “I am done”. Deus fell over and died on the plane of Asulon. When Deus died, his body became part of the world. His body became the mountains, his sweat became the water, his hair became the forest and the trees, his eyes became the sun and moon, his heart the riches of the earth, his breathe the icy winds, his blood the snow and ice, his limbs the four corners of Asulon.

Note, this religion has not been introduced RPly. It is what the Teutonic Order's lorewriters are working on and a event to bring this into existence. The Viera The Teutonic Order has always wore and represented the Black Cross proudly. But after arriving to Asulon, they find its true meanings, the very reason why they bear the cross. The Hymn of the Cross Stand up, stand up for Honra! ye soldiers of the cross; Lift high His mighty banner, it must not suffer loss: From vict’ry unto vict’ry, His army shall He lead, Till every foe is vanquished, and Fryst is Lord indeed. Stand up, stand up for Rohkeus! The trumpet call obey: Forth to the mighty conflict, in this His glorious day; Ye that are men now serve Him against unnumbered foes; Let courage rise with danger, and strength to strength oppose. Stand up, stand up for Eldi! Stand in His strength alone, The arm of flesh will fail you, ye dare not trust your own; Put on the gospel armor, and watching unto prayer, Where calls the voice of duty, be never wanting there. Stand up, stand up for Krenari! the strife will not be long; This day the noise of battle, the next the victor’s song; To him that overcometh a crown of life shall be; He with the King of glory shall reign eternally.

The theater is buying music dics! We are looking for a wide range of background music, so anyone willing to sell some music discs will be highly paid!

Dagwood, is accepted. We have sent out letter pertaining to a few notable people, actors, directors, and just a few days ago we had some fun with a non-scheduled dance between Conell and Luna. I will send a letter to you about any upcoming acting jobs.

Grand Cross Theatre! Located within the Realm of Hanseti, all are welcome to perform or showcase their own form of art here! The Hanseti Theater boasts a one-of-a-kind-stage, with retractable curtains that can control the lighting of the stage, noteblocks on the top for music and also a record player, movable stage floors if needed, and a stage wide enough to allow props! This is a whole new stage for actors who have the passions, but need props! The Realm of Hanseti will support actors fully if they give enough time to prepare before hand. The stage can be modified to suit your needs, and props to be put in place. Credits to our first performer, Princess Tara Forel! Performers may contact Syblix, Viadar(Canadianwarrior), or Dain(xXPhogXx) for bookings on performances! (Or just check ts and poke them) Performers are to give at least a 2 day notice to the Management, and a 1 week notice to the audience. This board here will be regularly updated with timeslots and posters for various performing artists. A small app for performers to fill Rp name: Mc name: Ever been to Hanseti?: What will you be doing?: Are you willing to cooperate with our workers, or do you have your own crewmen?:

As you stride through the beautiful snowy streets of Hanseti, you notice the faint sounds of a melodious tune. Attracted to it as bees to honey, you allow your legs to follow the sound. It seems to be coming from this big building over here. Curious, you read the signs hammered on the wooden support pillars. A theater? Why there hasn't been one since the Laurelin Theater back in Aegis. You decide to step in....and what you see is this... You notice no one in the theater, yet beautiful music is being heard from the stage. You look around the stands and stage for signs and cause of the song. "Greetings, traveler." Confused, you cant pinpoint where the sound is from. "Up here lad." You notice a man with a scar on his left eye, and wearing a black hood walking onto the stage. He puffs his chest, and says in a deep impressing voice. "Welcome one and all! To the Grand Cross Theater! I am Viadar, and I will be your host for tonight!" He takes off his hood, revealing a bunch of brown hair tinged with grey. A sign of aging. "Well then again, you're the only person here. So pleased someone heard me playing the noteblocks." You nod, unsure what to do, but you decide to introduce yourself. Viadar nods absent mindedly, but insists on showing you around the theater. "Its grand, isn't it? Horus and I made this, and I have several more redstone I would like to install. There are some redcurtains facing the back of the ocean, but I need to install them from the front too, soon." Viadar seems to be intent on talking to himself, but you cant help but listen as you stare at the theater with interest. After saying your farewells, you decide you MIGHT come by this place in the future.

Part V: The Test In a small section of the clearing in the Ice Fields, Ventraux stood. With a small checklist of materials outside a tent. 19 half steps 16 stairs 2 wood planks 13 fences 8 logs 4 trap doors 1 cobble 1 fence gate 1 stone brick This is a list of the needed material for a medium sized trebuchet. The trebuchet had no wheels, so it had to be constructed on the spot. Ventruax had to test a few things. 1) Accuracy 2) Range 3) Impact To check all 3, was very simple. Just test-fire the trebuchet. Ventraux steps down from his small hill, and sets up small pumpkins on wooden planks as 'targets'. Winding the trebuchet, Ventraux lit the oil soaked cobble ablaze, and then axed the ropes holding the projectile back. BOOM Ventraux placed a small sign, checking the distance, and measuring the impact of the crater. The impact was a crater of 10 wide and 5 tall. Now to test the range. Ventraux takes off the stone brick, and adds a even heavier counterweight. Obsidian. The ratio from 100:1 of counter weight to projectile is now changed to 145:1. Lets see how this goes. BOOM A 20 block difference. By increasing the weight by 50%, the range was increased by 30%. But according to the notes, anything more than the ratio of 130 will be negligible because of the gravity. Impact is still the same. The beams held no signs of breaking, which meant the calculation for pressure and weight was correct and did not collapse, like the model.

Part IV: The Construction Back to the present. Ventraux sighs as he looks at the broken model. In frustration, he swipes the broken model of the table off the crafting bench, and plunks his bottom down on the chair, rereading the tattered tome that has been somewhat repaired. Scratching his head, Ventraux does not know what to do without the correct calculations for certain areas, the projectile to conterweight ratio, the amount of force the support should be able to handle, how long should the central beam be, and all that mathematics. Suddenly, the double wooden gates are busted open, and someone in a wolf pelt strides in hurriedly, with a slightly maniac expression and leaving a trail of melting snow off his coat and fur boots. "I found it! Well more accurately I found something!" "This was the home I found by Wolf's Edge, I think it belonged to one of the Derva people. Anyways I found this here." A small, letter, brown with age, was passed from Kai's fur gloves to Ventraux's oily leather work gloves. He lifts his goggle up, and starts reading closely at the letter. "THATS IT! The counterweight is supposed to be 100 times heavier than projectile, and the ratio of the beam holding the counter weight to projectile is 1:4! OI KAI!" Grinning, Ventraux turns to Kai, only to see him trudging away with his hand raised, in acknowledgement of goodbye. Ventraux had no time to lose. He got to work, designing new trebuchet designs. Wind, rain, snow, sun. Ventraux toiled over the designs. Finally. After two months. Its time. To see if these actually work.

Part III: The Workshop 1 Month after I was strolling through the streets of Hanseti, doing my rounds as the occasional record keeper for the city. I've been reading the tome religiously every night, and found blueprints for many other things than just a trebuchet. Something called a ballista, siege towers, weapons, traps. I was fascinated. I think I could spend the end of days just reading the book, it was a library's worth of information and value. "Vent!" I glance up, seeing Horus run up at me, out of breathe. He's definitely getting older alright, and all that porkchop probably didn't help his health either. "Whats going on?" Horus just grins and beckons me to follow him. We pass the streets and rows of houses, across the bridge, nearing the barracks. I gasp. The sight before me.....was my own private world. "Yes Ventraux, your very own workshop. I made it with Kai and Maur." Horus grins and pats my back while I stood there, mouth agape, staring like a idiot or like a child who just entered the world's biggest cake shop. My head feels dizzy, I run in and inspect every nook and cranny of the building with joy in my eyes and feathers on my feet. Samuel strides in a bit later, with Horus, Kai, and Maur. All tired, (except Sam), but all of them grinning like mad and looking at my stupid face. I couldn't help it, I mean! Just look at this! And it was made for ME! "How do you like it, Vent?" Grinning myself, I forced myself to answer coolly "Could have been better. Those cranes are positioned slightly off. But good job anyways." Horus looks slightly mad, but Kai and Maur just laughed and slapped Horus on the back. Then he grinned too. Man, these guys are great. Despite the pain I feel I'm about to endure, all the heartbreaks and dissapointment that is about to befall me, I say "I'll do it, I'll improve the Trebuchet." Sam grins, and says "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Engineer Ventraux."