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Andrik III. sat drunkenly holding his thumbs in the seven skies that his favorite section from the old law codex which he implemented back during his reign is added into this new reform. "Gerard never got to do this.." he'd sigh, why was all his lords so loyal he later grumbled whilst getting even drunker.
"III.III.§. Any noble or gentry with that of a sworn oath to His Majesty, the King who commits arms against the Crown shall be considered guilty to that of High Treason and be branded a traitor. The maximum punishment being that of having lands and titles stripped and executed by that of having ones armour smelted over his person."
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4 minutes ago, Gusano said:
John VII shakes his fist from wherever he had gone to the afterlife, looking to the love of his life, Andrew III, and proclaiming the following: "They forgot about us, how dare they! Was our love for nothing?" John lamented, knowing full-well that he was simply ahead of his time! @Emenzi
Andrew would shake his head as he finished up another bottle of Godans favourite Black “Aye those fuckin’ shitehead bastard whoresons” he’d say and then go to hug his secret love John VII7 -
IGN: Emenzi
Character Name: Konrad Lauritsen
Age: 35
Place of Residence / Street Address: Karosgrad
Position: (Alderman or Maer) Alderman
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“Heh Franz is a manwhore” Konrad would state with a lot of amusement
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Konrad weeps for his father as he prepares for the opening of the new Duma session "I will make you proud father." he'd say before finishing up the final leftovers of last night's guacamole and nachos.. Perhaps it was the extra jalapenos in the taco that had the old man pass, but Konrad could simply shrug.
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IGN: Emenzi
Character Name: Konrad Lauritsen
Age: 31
Place of Residence / Street Address: Karosgrad
Position: (Alderman, Tribune or Maer) Tribune
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An Essay on the Integrity of the Canonist Church, 359ES
To the Good Canonists of Almaris
AFTER a few long months of uncertainty, arguing and bickering the culmination of the Diet of Karosgrad is soon upon us. What comes after no one can surely know as of yet. What will happen to the clergy, the canonist faith as a whole and the citizens of the great nations of Haense and Oren who follow GOD.
It is without a doubt that these two nations are in a state of mourning and shock. Haense recently lost the longest reigning monarch in its history, King Josef and Oren being suddenly attacked by apparent cultists and a large portion of the Augustine Palace left damaged.
Is this why the High Pontiff would declare a Crusade without consulting the Emperor of Oren or the new King of Hanseti-Ruska? Trying to capitalize on the disaster that struck the imperial city of Providence. Political gains to try and gain favour and distract the public which disastrously failed. Has His Holiness strayed so far from reality that he can not see what lies in front of him? That the people of Haense and Oren neither wanted, asked or demanded a crusade. A War of faith unjustly called and an attempt to distract the population from the cries of His Holiness abdication. As proven by the widely approved “Petition for the Trial of Owyn III” or “Owyn’s 11 Inculpations”.
The article "We Are In a Battle for the Soul of the Church" written by the renowned Haeseni newspaper The Golden Crow Chronicles captures this essence perfectly as quoted “This crisis of confidence strikes at the very core of our spiritual welfare. We have come to the threshold of aggression and anger.” Has there been a High Pontiff within our history as controversial as our current? One that has sparked such outrage or anger by the general populace that his ascension was met with riots and protests in the entirety of the Canonist realm. Two nations with perhaps a sour history had its populations band together simply due to their disdain of the High Pontiff. A unity seldom seen between Haeseni and Orenians. Perhaps the only good that has come out of this pontificate.
But does this mistrust and in some pure hatred from the common man extend to the entirety of the Canonist Church? No. It has to be noted that the Clergy of this most diligent church is working hard. Some may support this Diet of Karosgrad and some may call it unlawful. Who is right and who is wrong will be decided by the annals of history. But the men of the Clergy stand in front of a tough decision not seen since the days of the Schism caused by the War of the Two Emperors where political affairs of the war tainted the very soul of the church for years until His Holiness Daniel VI ascended to unite the herd once more.
We have to consider the difficult and trying times of these Clergymen and judge them not for the decisions they take. Regardless of what happens during the Diet of Karosgrad there will be a new face of the Church that much is certain. I and all good Canonists pray that this Diet will end peacefully and with a united Church that remains strong and its integrity intact by the acts of the current High Pontiff.
But with this High Pontiff remaining on his seat it is clear by King Heinrik of Hanseti-Ruska's clear support of the Diet of Karosgrad and the Proclamation of Horen’s Calling, 1806 by the Archchancellor of the Holy Orenian Empire that the authority and respect of the current High Pontiff is non-existent and in order for the modern Church to be able to continue their work to guide the good Canonists men and women that inhabit this realm I believe all Clergymen reluctantly or willingly know what has to be done.
To this end this writer concludes that the High Pontiff Owyn III. lacks the confidence of the people to lead this Church and I pray that the Clergy uses this opportunity to save its integrity and influence so that it can continue to guide ALL to a brighter future.
Signed
Konrad Terrence Lauritsen
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Konrad read over the missive and bobbed his head "The riots at the beginning of this Pontiffs rule should've been evidence enough that he is not fit to be the shepherd of this GOD'S flock. Good riddance to bad rubbish."
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"Hm.. Publishing this on the same saint's date as the death of the King of Josef who was at this time incapacitated and the Prince Regent under heavy duress.. Poor form by the church.. Very poor form. The lack of humanity in such a situation is shocking and appalling" Konrad would state as he read over the missive.
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Konrad Terrence signed the Lorraine cross over his chest as he muttered a solemn prayer with his eyes firmly closed. As he opened them only one thought came to his mind. To see how his friend Prince Franz was doing.
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In the Seven Skies King Andrik III greeted his great grandson with a firm hug and a loud burp "Go on lad, ave' as much of tha' black as ye can hol'.. Ye've earned it ye bloody idiot"
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Konrad Lauritsens' Bid for Tribune.
9th of Joma and Umund, 358ES
Fellow Haeseni. Look how far we’ve come. Since the days of Marius the First has our kingdom had to fight for our very existence within the annals of human history. Now we are the sturdy bedrock for which the great aspects of humanity and common decency rest. The land of the Black and Golden Crow.
We’ve fought wars and bled. The War of the Two Emperors almost had our national identity wiped clean. The Rubern War was long and unforgiving for the common man travelling the roads. We can still see the scars in paintings and old texts caused by the burning of St. Karlsburg by Courland. Scars that we look upon with pride as we gaze out over our roaring landscapes. As the Haeseni proverb goes. I would have perished had I not persisted.
But is this enough? Should we be satisfied with our achievements. To that I say no. Was King Andrik the Third pleased with his reign ushering Haense through The Troubles or was our founding father King Petyr the First content with his birthright as Duke? No. These were men with ambitions who would stop for nothing to achieve greatness for the people they loved. The Haeseni people. Haensemen. So I say to you fellow Haeseni. We shall never be content just like those before us. Ambition is in our blood.
To this end I, Konrad Terrence Lauritsen son of Lauritz Christiansen have thrown my bid into the electoral season of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. Many of you may not know me. A dusty fingerprint upon an abandoned handrail soon forgotten in history but then I looked upon those great Haeseni men that came before and realised there is much work still to do to achieve their ambitions and ensure that Haense continues to thrive as the great nation we are in this era of Independence brought forth by King Josef and the persistent nature of the Haeseni people.
If you my great Haeseni brothers and sisters elect me to serve YOU in the Duma I shall not be content with anything brought in front of me. I will always work as hard as I possibly could to achieve greatness for this nation and to serve the interests of all men, women and children living within the borders of our Great Kingdom.
I shall work alongside the other Aldermen and Tribunes to ensure that the Haeseni people all get the chance to rise to soaring heights. I shall compromise nothing that can endanger the good of Haense. Poor, rich, young, old. You are all Haeseni and deserve proper representation in the Royal Duma. To this I promise all of you, that a VOTE for Konrad Lauritsen is a vote for ambition, strength and a voice for all of you.
I invite you all that have any questions, any to ask, any to bid. Approach me wherever you wish about whatever you wish. My ears are open for all of you.
I am a son of Haense, a son of ambition and pride. An adopted crow for the love of this nation I call home.
KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM
Signed,
Tribune-Candidate, Konrad Terrence Lauritsen
Spoilerguess im doing this stuff again.
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IGN: Emenzi
Character Name: Konrad Terrence Lauritsen
Age: 27
Place of Residence / Street Address: Karosgrad
Position: Tribune
((Just to note I hate gus, drew and eric for putting me up to this))
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Leopold moved to greet his daughter in the afterlife with a warm embrace “You did amazing lass”
Meanwhile Andrik shouted something inaudible in the far distance as he fought with godans pet turtle over a bottle of Black
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The late Lord Palatine of Haense, Leopold Stafyr sits in the afterlife grumbling "My great grandson fucked the house to unbelief.. His very much alive son better make this right"
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Konrad grumbled as his father forced him to fill out the form..
CHARACTER NAME: Konrad Terrence
MC NAME: Emenzi
DISCORD: You have it
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3 hours ago, AndrewTech said:
Also, please no toxicity and/or hateful comments. Should be a given but I figured that I should throw that out there in any case.
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Andrik woke up from his drunken nap in a Rose bush and stared at Terrence in the seven skies with a grin “TERRENCE THEY GO *hic* THEY GO’ ALL BLACK YE CAN WANT ERE’ YE POOF” he’d exclaim as he welcomed his second late lord palatine in a saints day
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Andrik stares at his old Lord Palatine coming into the Seven skies “With yer shitty fightin’ ow’ the feck did ye survive this long!?” he’d then grunt as he nodded to the man “I hope ye’ ad’ a happy life, ye bastard” before drunkenly passing out in gods favorite rose bush
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A drunken fool would simply raise a cup towards his uncle in the seven skies before going to throw up in Gods personal toilet once more
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Andrik III chuckles in the afterlife ”The lil ***** is about to get his ******* nipple pierced.. Good on em’” he’d then go and pass out somewhere
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In a deep Arcasian forest somewhere near Curon, the moon was high in the sky and the silence of the woods was broken by the crackle of a fireplace. A camp had been set, Haeseni banners placed around the tents whilst armed men with spears stood guard around. In the centre of the camp, one tent was guarded by two Marian Knights and inside laid the King himself, tucked down in his bed with heavy furs around him.
Next to the King stood Ser Thomas Raleigh and Ser Gerard Stafyr, two of the men that raised him after his father died whilst the King was only 9. Perhaps the two most trusted men throughout his entire life.
“BLACK!” The King coughed out. His appearance pale and from his head sweat was running. Ser Gerard quickly poured a cup of Carrion Black to the King and held it out for him with a grunt. The King barely strong enough to grab the cup on his own took a few sips of it before letting it slide down onto the floor before he leaned over to the side and coughed out heavy strains of blood.. “Seems Kings doesn’t bleed blue after all,” Ser Thomas said with a sarcastic tone as he looked over the weakened fat man who laid on the bed in front of him. His stomach covered in bandages but they all knew it was too late.
Earlier that day the skirmishing party that had been fighting on the front since the first year of the war had been out hunting for the camp, Andrik himself leading the hunt. Drunkenly staggering through the woods the King had spotted a boar, and after he threw his spear, the boar had charged straight at him. He was thrashed by the animal straight in the gut before drawing his dagger and repeatedly stabbing the creature until it finally died. Now it was being roasted over a fire outside whilst the King slowly faded into the afterlife inside. At least something good has come out of it, Andrik couldn't help to think to himself. The men wouldn't go hungry tonight.
Andrik let out a strained chuckle before he glanced over the scrolled up letters that had been written and sealed throughout the day, grunting in pain he’d try to adjust himself in bed as he spoke “I... I always did think I’ be dyin’ with a sword in hand,” He’d close his eyes for a brief moment as he took some deep breaths. “At leas’.. I am not dyin’ in some shite stinkin’ city but out ere’ in nature. Where I always belonged...”
The two knights on his bedside nodded as they saw the boy they had raised to become a man, a warrior, and finally a King slowly fade away in front of them. As on cue, Andrik looked up at the pair with a strained but for the brutish man a soft smile. “Ye ***** thought ye’ were gonna die before me did ye?” he’d say before grimacing some as he closed his eyes “Nay ye bas.. Bastards..” he’d say as a priest entered the tent, ushered in by the Marian Knights. The priest quickly dismissed Gerard and Thomas. After about an hour the priest came out and exclaimed that which they all knew would come. “The King is dead! Long live the King!” The soldiers, all who had fought for the last seven years with Andrik in the Ruberni war lowered their heads and solemnly prayed. Before the procession began towards Reza, to place the King in the tombs where he belonged.
The letters Andrik had written was taken by Ser Gerard and Ser Thomas and distributed personally to those they had been addressed to. Ensuring that they came to the right individuals.
To my firstborn son, Andrik Petyr
You were always your mother’s son. Ever since the heathen conflicts when you were a one-year-old child she would always hold you close. But you are a Crow. Crows fight. Crows kill. Crows bleed. Crows die. Do me proud and fight, and bleed, perhaps one day you’ll have the honour of dying for your country as any true Haenseman should want. Just make sure you kill more of our enemies before you do.
I know you and your brother will always hate me, perhaps that will motivate you two to be better than me. Rule well. Don’t **** it up.
To my second-born son, Otto Rupert
You’re an angry little boy. Use that anger to learn how to fight. Listen to your namesake Otto Sigmar and become the warrior that I envisioned on the day you were born. I do not regret not seeing you be raised, as I was never going to be a good father to you. You do not have to make me proud as you do not have any reason to look up to me, all you should is to serve your brother well. He needs you far more then you two ever needed me.
To my daughter, Antonia Frederika
You were always a light in the Prikaz growing up. I was always proud of you and seeing you grow and play. Wherever you are my little Crow. Know that papej will always remain forever watching in the afterlife with pride.
Your father,
To my remaining brothers and sister
I never did care much for family, family was always a burden to me. My family was those that I fought and bled with on the fields. My brothers were those that carried the blades of the Brotherhood and my sisters those that tended to our wounds. But as a dying man, I can’t help to think back to when I was a young King and you princes and princesses were running around.
I miss those days.
And finally, one note was pinned up on the main square of the city of Reza, for all the public to see and in the holdings of all Haeseni vassal lords.My people, my countrymen, my brothers and sisters.
Mourn you Kings passing, you shall not. Celebrate instead the life I lived, drink my friends in the tavern until the streets run dry. Bathe in the lake until the sun rises. Hunt in the woods and feast together on the squares. I was never a good King but I wish to think I served as a good soldier in our ranks and led our men true in battle, that I was always good to have a pint in the tavern with the common folk without people being afraid of my presence and I pray that I always had your respect. We are nothing without respect, honour, brotherhood, and laughter.
Follow my son as you had followed me, he may not be me but he is my blood and he deserves the same chance that I was given to lead this nation on the right course.
I will see you all in the afterlife where we will drink, feast and enjoy ourselves once more. Lords, ladies, knights, soldiers, butchers, cobblers, farmers, beggars. Whoever you are. You were my brother or sister. You sons of whores!
We come as Crows.
AND DO NOT DARE KAKAW.
One last time,
Your King, Andrew III of Hanseti-Ruska.
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Andrik after comforting his wife the best the man could would retire into his study, moving over the to pour himself a cup of Carrion Black he’d shake his head as he glanced out over the bustling Haeseni capital from the castle of Ektarineburg, he’d let out a soft sigh before taking a swig from the cup “Ye were always a shite sister but ye were of me’ blood.. I will truely miss ye, kno’ tha” he’d glance to the sky, lifting the cup a bit towards it before going to down the remainder of its content before going to sleep in his office chair pretending to be busy with work.
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Andrik lofted his brow at the forged quotes from him, shaking his head as he grunted “Slander! Fin’ me tha’ fockin’ ***** and ave’ is’ tounge cut out and es’ hand removed” he’d grunt before going back to read the newspaper “Fockin’ poof I do nae even kno’ wha liberal or facism means..” he’d then motion for a servant to quickly find the King a thesaurus
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THE COUNCIL OF RELIEF CONVENES, 1736
As per the Humanitarian Cooperation Agreement (the “Agreement”) executed on 3rd of Horen’s Calling, 1735, between the Signatories, The Signatories have gathered in Warwick Castle, Suffonia on this the 5th of Sigismund’s End 1736, to convene the first Council of Relief meeting. The Council of relief have convened with the following initial agenda:
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Discussion of the state of affairs of the Kingdom of Curonia.
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The further distribution of aid and the role of the Council of Relief in future efforts to revitalize the northern demesne of the Orenian Empire.
Minutes of the Meeting
The following has been resolved with unanimous vote:
- Article I: King Andrew III of Hanseti and Ruska has been elected as the Chairman of the Council of Relief as per Article II.IV.§ of the Agreement.
- Article II: The Chairman was authorized to proceed with an inquiry concerning the attacks on Curonia.
- Article III: The Council of Relief will review possibilities for multiple infrastructural projects between the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, the Kingdom of Curon & the Archduchy of Suffonia, modeled on the ferry agreement between Helena and Haense.
- Article IV: The Council of Relief will review possibilities for a shared arsenal, military command and practices between all armies of the north to prepare for future conflict between the Empire and its adversaries.
- Article V: The Northern Association for Free Trade & Administration Act, proposed by the Haeseni Lord-Palatine Ser Konrad Stafyr, entailing to increase the authority for the Council of Relief, while also re-organizing it to meet the new realities of the north, has been accepted (as attached as Annex I)
- Article VI: Following the completion of the agenda, the meeting has been adjourned.
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THE NORTHERN ASSOCIATION FOR FREE TRADE & ADMINISTRATION ACT 1736
The NAFTA
Preamble
The Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, the Kingdom of Curonia and the Archduchy of Suffonia (from hereinafter each a “Signatory” together “Signatories”), in order to ensure proper execution of the Humanitarian Cooperation Agreement 1735 (the “Agreement”), the have gathered in Warwick Castle, Suffonia on [date] and resolved the following Articles. The Northern Association for Free Trade & Administration would come with new changes to its organization, such as:
- Article I - The Northern Association for Free Trade & Administration (NAFTA) has been hereby formed to institutionalize the combined resources of the Signatories given to the administration of the Council of Relief (the “Council”) with the purpose of creating a free trade zone within the north where the rules, taxes and prices are similar and forming diplomatic and electoral bond concerning the shared policy on matters of statecraft in the Empire .
- Article II - The Council will act as the governing and legislative body of NAFTA and Chairman of the Council as elected as per the Agreement will also assume the Chairmanship of NAFTA, with the extended responsibilities of communication with the noble, bureaucratic & military class of all Signatories.
- Article III - Members of the Council of Relief will be determined in accordance with the Agreement.
- Article IV - NAFTA Supreme Court will be formed with jurisdiction over the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, Kingdom of Curonia and Archduchy of Suffonia concerning possible disputes between the noble peers of the Signatories, if any other institution or person has no clear jurisdiction for the said dispute. Each Signatory is authorized to appoint one judge to the Supreme Court of NAFTA, who will have two set goals: the first is to make a free trade zone within the north where the rules, taxes and prices are similar, the second is to diplomatically and electorally make shared policy on matters of statecraft.
- Article V - NAFTA Department of Treasury will be formed for collection and operations of donations, fees and taxes that will be paid to the Council of Relief by the Signatories and for the general management of the finances of NAFTA. Highest financial officer of each Signatory will be appointed as a Deputy Secretary of Treasury to the Department of Treasury and the Council of Relief as a legal entity will assume the role of Secretary of Treasury. N.A.F.T.A will review possibilities for multiple infrastructural projects between the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, the Kingdom of Curon & the Archduchy of Suffonia, modeled on the ferry agreement between Helena and Haense.
SIGNED:
IV JOVEO MAAN
HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, King Andrew III of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Kusoraev, Dules, Ulgaard, Lahy, Sorbesborg and Slesvik, Grand Duke of Vanderfell, Duke of Vidaus, Margrave of Rothswald, Count of Karikhov, Baranya, Kvasz, Kavat, Karovia, Kovachgrad, Torun, Turov, and Kaunas, Baron of Valwyk, Venzia, Esenstadt, Krepost and Kralta, Lord of Alban, Reza, Markev, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera
IN NOMINE DEI
HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Pierce I of House Devereux, King of Curonia, Duke of Curon & Umbra, Count of Albion, Arbor, Avalain, Blackreach & Cyrilsburg, Baron of Alsace, Arisan, Frosthold, Rivia & Vasile, and Lord of Avernia, Bear Mountain & Blackden.
DIEU ET MON DROIT
HIS HIGHNESS, Prince Edward of the House of Suffolk, Archduke of Suffonia, Duke of Warwick, Count of Pembroke and Baron of Alnwick17 -
[PK] Karl III: A Crown of Scars
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An ancient King Andrik fell out of his bed in a drunken stupor within the Seven Skies as he goes to meet his descendant "Ah' a fockin' other one, aye. Well, there's Black enough for everyone jus' DON'T FUCKIN' PET GODANS TURTLE.. Eh' bites.. And good job ye bastard" he'd state before grumbling off to bed once more