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  1. (IGN): eddywilson2 Name of contender: Niko the Thicc Nicknames of contender or notable features, i.e. nationality, age, occupation, etc. (for nickname purposes): Very rounded
  2. Prince Niko kneeled before the chapel in Reza, his head lowered for the lost comrade. He would not forget the day that the Haenseni Sniper had saved his life, nor would he forget his comrade. Haense had lost a great hero, and his loss would be felt by all, especially by the young prince.
  3. ‘’To a future of cooperation and prosperity’’ says the portly prince as he sips on a large glass of wine with a leg of mutton in the other hand.
  4. Word of Karol’s passing was brought to Nikolas by his sister, Amelya. At first, he could not believe that his childhood friend had fallen in battle. They had always spoken about how they would grow up to be great warriors together, but now, she was with Godan, and Niko was alone. In the coming days, Niko would mourn his friend, remembering the good times they had. Hanging in the tree house together, their adventures in the Andrik Youth, it was hard for him to accept they were over. Alone in the training yard of Johnstown, Niko would plunge his spear into a dummy before hacking it apart. Bralt would pay for the friend he has taken from him. For all the Haensemen he had taken.
  5. The flagship residing in the Bay of Valwyck bobbed up and down with the waves. Aboard it, Haense’s finest of the Haense Royal Army and the Hounds of Johnstown gripped their weapons tightly led by the Prince Nikolas Barbanov. Just outside of arrow shot, three longboats filled to the brim with Scyfling warriors yelled curses at them. Bralt the Boar had finally arrived to the North. The jeering of the Scyfling warriors was cut short as an arrow slammed into their captain. Ellir, one of the Houndsmen, had made an incredible shot despite the distance. This enraged the Scyfling warriors as they went to man the oars. On both sides, volleys of arrows were exchanged leading to casualties on both sides as the ships neared. Lazlo Korsakov, Grandmaster of the Hounds, led half of the men onto the rowboats. They rowed out to meet one of the incoming ships where a bloody melee ensued. Eventually, Lazlo and his men managed to gain control of the ship with minimal losses. However, the two Scyfling longboats drew nearer to the flank of the flagship. In a daring move risking the peril of their own ship, Erik Othaman, a Captain in the Haense Royal Army, grabbed the rudder and swung their captured vessel hard to the right. The ram shattered into the backside of one of the longboats. With a roar of anger, Ser Ivan ‘the Red Bull’ boarded the middle longboat with the rest of the men in tow. Meanwhile, the last longboat was gaining ground on the flank of the larger, slower flagship. Coop, a brave young teen who was manning the helm, swung the flagship hard to the right while Sergeant Torvald Volik and Prince Niko unfurled the sails. However, their efforts were not enough as the Scyfling’s ram slammed into the side of the flagship, causing mortal damage to the vessel. The Haensemen on the flagship were knocked off their feet as their ship received the crippling blow. With a grunt of effort, the potbellied prince pushed himself to his feet. Raising his spear above his head, the command was given to take the remaining Scyfling longboat. He jumped down onto the vessel, closely flanked by Catherine Annabelle and Sergeant Torvald. At first, they sliced through their enemies with almost sickening ease. It seemed the Scyflings were focused on something else despite their imminent death. Barrels were broken, and oil was spilled across the deck of the longboat. It seemed the Scyflings were intent on bringing the Haensemen down to the depths of the sea with them. As the Haensemen sliced through the crew, desperate to stop the spread of oil, the faint sound of a torch being lit could be heard. Protected by three heavily armed Scyflings stood a single boy, torch in hand. Time seemed to slow as Prince Niko barreled into the armored men, closely followed by the crew, but it was no use. All seemed lost as the torch fell from the boy’s fingers... Lazlo and his men had just finished dispatching the Scyflings on the middle ship. Lazlo himself had sustained a shallow dagger wound to the chest and was injured. Luckily, two Houndsmen by the names of Jebediah and Ellir sprang into action and leaped from the nearby middle ship onto the longboat in which Prince Niko and his crew were in combat. As Ellir ended the life of the boy that held the torch, Jebediah shot a hand down, narrowly catching the torch before it could hit the oil-laden deck and tossing it into the sea. The battle was theirs. As the fighting ended, Prince Niko and Grandmaster Lazlo found each other in the dying fray. They agreed that they had too good of an opportunity to waste. In the distance, the rest of Bralt the Boat’s fleet waited. However, the screams of dying Haensemen could be heard from the nearby Castle Valwyck. They made the difficult decision, Niko hoping his sister and their men could hold the walls of Valwyck on their own. The command rang out to don the Scyfling uniforms. Taking the remaining intact ship, the crew set off on a mission to burn Bralt’s fleet. As the crew sailed towards the enemy fleet, realizations began to dawn on the crew that they may not return from this mission. Individual prayers could be heard amongst the crew. Solebron, ‘the Chieftain Crusher’, leaned over the rail of the ship and vomited into the ocean. Whether it was fear or simply too much ale, no one knew. At the helm stood Torvald Volik. The man’s clan was kin to many of the Scyflings, and if anyone was to trick the Scyflings into believing they were barbarians, it was him. As they drew nearer, a shout rang out from the fleet. “Did you kill the Crow bastards?” “They died like the cowards they are!” Torvald roared back. As the Haense crew roared a false cry of victory, their flagship sank in the distance, building legitimacy to their story. Gaudy jokes were exchanged between Torvald and the Scyfling captain as the fleet drew nearer. Below the railing of the ship, Lieutenant DeNurem gripped two Carrion Cocktails. As soon as they were within range, Prince Niko called out in a loud voice “NOW!” Lazlo and DeNurem tossed their Carrion Cocktails onto the ship of the captain, setting it alight. “ROW! ROW! ROW!” the chant rang in the ship as they pushed a hard tempo. They rowed by the second ship, this time Ser Ivan and Sergeant Torvald throwing Carrion Cocktails. As the Scyflings scrambled to realize that they were under attack, the Haensmen had already set many of their ships ablaze. However, their luck began to fade quickly as an overwhelming arrow fire began to rain down on the captured vessel. Many were struck by arrows including Ivan, Torvald, and many others. The last of the Carrion Cocktails were thrown, and Prince Niko gave the command to make way back for shore. The crew pushed as hard as they could to return to land, but they were under heavy fire. Their arms burned from exhaustion of the past battle and long hours of rowing. As they rowed for their lives, a few more fell to the arrows. Luckily, the chaos of the burning Scyfling fleet managed to slow down the chase. Godan was with them on this day as a steady gust of wind blew into their sail, pushing them away from the Scyfling fleet and fueling the flames. The exhausted crew made it back to shore. The day was theirs as much of Bralt’s fleet burned in the distance. However, the sounds of fighting could be heard from Fort Buck as the gates had been breached. The exhausted crew, fighting back sleep, grabbed their weapons and jumped into the rowboats. The fight was yet to be finished. ((Shoutout @Xarkly for a great event and an amazing event line! To be continued))
  6. Tournament Form: Name: Nikolas Barbanov OOC USERNAME: eddywilson2 Allegience: to the bread Skill (low, medium, high): very low
  7. The Culling of False Prophets It is traditional in Haense that when a boy reaches the age of 14, he takes up arms in defense of his homeland. In the case of Prince Nikolas, he chose to fight with the Hounds. They are a promising group, commanded by the renowned Lazlo and Reynault who had earned their spurs and were rewarded in Haense for their prowess. Together with his comrades, they went on a patrol to cull bandits from the roads and ensure the safe passage of citizens throughout the Empire. Solebron, known by some as the Chieftain Crusher for when he allegedly slaughtered the false King of the Highlanders, had taken a liking to the young prince. As they discussed the art of combat for which Niko had much to learn, they heard the jarring shouts from the bushes. https://gyazo.com/b3daf35314128842a6ec85da9865d58b “Halt, Orenian scum!” https://gyazo.com/9db79e4edf77b986ca1987025c311296 Niko gripped his reins hard as he realized what was about to occur. The Nordlings were larger in number and heavily armed. Blood was soonto be spilt. Niko’s thoughts were not alone. Reynault realized the odds and called a retreat as the fighting commenced. The horsemen covered their brothers on foot as they were pursued by the Nordlings. Niko’s arm was true on this day as he took a Norlanding with a javelin to the chest. Reynault made a daring call to divide his forces. The three remaining Hounds beat a retreat to Johnstown where their stables await. Meanwhile, Niko and Renault would keep the Nordling force busy. Arrow by arrow, javelin by javelin, the two Hounds whittled at the moral of the Nordlings. They led them through fields, through mountains and ravines, from Kaedrin to Helena and back until Niko’s thighs chafed against the leather of his saddle. As Niko’s arm grew weary and the Norldings’s fire came ever so close to their mark, Niko felt fear in his heart. It was the heroic trumpet of hooves and the twang of arrow fire that lifted his spirits. The three Hounds led by Lazlo had returned from Johnstown, mounted on fine steeds. The Nordling force was ravished by arrows in moments. Some tried to flee individually. As cowards, they died alone. Some of the braver Norlanders tried to hold together against the arrow fire. It was to no avail as the Hounds rode circles around the shield wall, peppering them from every direction. Their discipline broke quickly. The survivors ran for their lives back towards Morsgrad with the Hounds nipping at their heels. They pulled the chase at the border to enter Morsgrad. The last couple survivors could live to tell the tale of their defeat. The Hounds would keep the roads safe of all who seek to do it harm. A letter is penned from the palace of Haense as words spreads of the conflict. “Let it be known to all nations and organizations across Arcas before the Morsgradians draw you into another one of their wars. I see a nation that claims a Highlander title that is not their own. I see a nation that marches 20 orcs and Morsgradians unannounced to Helena and call it an effort towards peace. The same armies who every man of living memory in the empire recalls from the eternal conflict, yet claim victim when they are met with mistrust. They have earned none. I see a nation that raids our roads, yet claims they are the victim. I see a nation that whose king will claim to be strong with numbers at his back, yet runs like a dog with his tale between his legs when confronted. As Morsgrad, Norland, the so called ‘Highlander Realm’ or whatever they deem to call themselves tomorrow continues to raise tensions, those in Haense shall view nations that sign treaties with this nation to be with the intention to see our people brought to their knees. This is a group of blind idiots who dragged many into a fruitless war that saw many die for naught. Do not let their lies fool you again.”
  8. ON THE HOLY STATE OF VUILLERMOZ 318ES, 9th of Tov & Yermey “On the Holy State of Vuillermoz, The township of Vuillermoz was created by the Blessed Harald Vuiller. Father Harald served in the Brotherhood of Saint Karl for many years with great distinction. His work helped instill a religious culture into Haense’s military that has continued past his death. His dutiful work was recognized, and he was allowed to construct a small township in the middle of Haense’s territories to the North. While it brought great dissatisfaction to the Crown of Haense when the High Pontiff suddenly declared Vuillermoz as a Holy State without consultation, we accepted the declaration. The Vuillers have long been faithful supporters of Haense, and the Crown of Haense decided to grant the Church this rare exception. In respect for them, the Crown overlooked the phenomenon of the Holy State in the center of their territory so they could live in harmony.” -------------------------------------- In the interest of communication to continue to foster that relationship, the Crown of Haense reaffirms the following: -The Holy State of Vuillermoz and its members are reminded that it is illegal to recruit within Haense including the city of New Reza. -The Holy State of Vuillermoz and its members are reminded that an attempt to recruit enlisted soldiers from the Royal Haense Army is illegal. The soldier who breaks their oath risks being tried for treason - receiving Capital Punishment. -The Holy State of Vuillermoz and its members are reminded that their land is centered in the middle of Haense lands. While the Crown of Haense has decided to allow this exception, any expansion of their lands or their township into Haense lands will be seen as an attempt to invade Haense territory. IV JOVEO MAAN, His Royal Majesty, King Sigismund II of Hanseti-Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Dules, Ulgaard, Lahy, and Sorbesborg, Duke of Carnatia and Vidaus, Margrave of Rothswald, Count of Graiswald, Karikhov, Baranya, Kvasz, Kavat, Karovia, Kovachgrad, Torun, Turov, and Kaunas, Baron of Rytsburg, Venzia, Esenstadt, Krepost and Kralta, Lord of Alban, Reza and Markev, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Nikolas Stefan of Hanseti-Ruska, Prince of Slesvik, Duke of Alban
  9. Nikolas Barbanov giggled as he watched the false Ruric king run with his tail between his legs. Niko was a highlander, his brother, Sigi, was the King of the Highlanders, and they would recognize no false king.
  10. “A well written piece of work!” remarks Niko “It’s about time someone set this straight! Morsgradian Norlanders claiming there are the ‘Highlander Realm’ is ridiculous! One cannot claim such a large, diverse outdated word for a wide variety of people!”
  11. Nikolas waddled back with the wounded, one of the few unscathed by the battle, at least physically. The prince had taken the lives of seven men in his first battle, though it had not been enough. The scene haunted the boy as he returned to Reza. As he washed the blood from his chunky body, he cleaned away the memories. The bandits would perish by the blade.
  12. The burning pyre that memorialized his mother should have brought warmth to him, but Niko felt nothing but cold. The day had been arduous for the young boy who was quickly becoming a man. The Archchancellor’s words had been well received by him for the resembled a promise towards a better way. The crown prince has a quick opportunity to speak with Simon in the courtyard after the speech. ‘’This gesture is well received during this period of mourning. My Mamej was a great woman, and she will be missed by all. I am gladdened the Imperial government seeks to right a wrong rather than with Pertinaxi methods. It speaks lengths towards their intentions, and I hope these words continue to ring true. ‘’
  13. When Nikolas heard the news from his sister, Amelya, the world around him went silent. The only noise he could hear was his heartbeat pounding in his skull. In that moment, the once curious and exotic world to him lost a little bit of its color. The world would never be the same to Niko, not without his Mamej. The funeral pyre blazed as men and women of Haense crowded around its flames. Niko stood close, hoping to feel the warmth of his mother’s embrace just one last time, something he already desperately missed. The heat burned away his tears, but it could not fill the hole in his heart, his Mamej. The young boy of ten found himself in his Mamej’s room after the funeral. Despite it being covered in dried blood and the charred remains of the Emperor’s fury, he found it comforting. The closest he could come to feeling his Mamej in this life. The thought saddened him. Reality was a struggle for Niko to accept, and he still clung to hope that his Mamej would walk through the doors and smile at him like he had so many times. He only wished he could see her smile once more. He walked to the closet and opened it, revealing the beautiful dresses his Mamej used to wear. He looked at the one she had worn for the most recent masquerade, smiling at the memory as tears trickled down his cheeks. He leaned down, plunging his face into the dress and hugging it close as he breathed deeply. His Mamej’s scent, faint but still on its silk, flooded him with memories. He sat down in the closet, dress in hand, and wept.
  14. The blood on the floor, the body of his sister once so full of life, these images would haunt Charles forever. He loved his half-sister, despite their quarrels. He felt terrible for Catherine, the poor child of 3 who is already orphaned. However, she wouldn’t be raised without family. That is for certain.
  15. The Military Reconnaissance Division Commissioned 8th of the Grand Harvest, 1759 Commissioned by Secretary of War, Alren DeNurem, the Military Reconnaissance Division is a body of the Generals Staff dedicated to organizing and executing surgically executed operations and military reconnaissance on behalf of the empire’s Department of War. Through the coordination of multiple armed forces in extraction, extradition, reconnaissance, and black-bag operations, the MRD helps ensure imperial military supremacy in conflicts through coordinated covert tactics and well informed strategic planning. The Military Reconnaissance Division, as an extension of the Department of War, extends to all provinces of the empire so the best sources can be acquired from different perspectives. Furthermore, the MRD disseminates vital information throughout the Empire so her armed forces can act accordingly and accurately with one another. The MRD is often tasked with sensitive military operations that need to be fulfilled in order to accomplish tactical success in both deliberate and/or reactionary conflicts. The MRD is also entrusted with the responsibility to put together Imperial military action reports every other year to be declassified after review by the Secretary of War. The MRD’s day to day operations are led by the Chief of Intelligence, a member of the General Staff, as an Undersecretary of War- appointed by the overarching Secretary of War- who acts as the Director of the MRD. The director gives oversight and works in conjunction with each province’s deputy director. Deputy directors are chosen from each provinces’ standing Imperial State Regiment or Auxiliary Force Organization. Through these means, military intelligence branches can be created in all parts of the Empire to ensure a wider net in which to compile tactical, strategic, and contingency information utilizing the unique skills sets offered by the many peoples within the Empire. Deputy Director of Helena Captain Rylan Swint, 4th Brigade, Imperial State Army Deputy Director of the Outer Crownlands Captain Daniel Louis D’Arkent, Desteriers of Selm Deputy Director of the Dual Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska Ser Siegmund Corbish, Order of the Crow Deputy Director of the Kingdom of Curon Vacant Deputy Director of the Kingdom of Kaedrin Vacant The MRD’s purview strictly encompasses matters that pose a military threat to the Empire as a function of the Department of War. Since threats can range in different degrees of likelihood and severity, the MRD has created a hierarchy of security clearances for intelligence to be shared. The purpose of security clearances will be to ensure that intelligence is not leaked to bad actors and is distributed directly to the correct audience. Need to Know - Intelligence activity that is currently on-going that need be only shared with the director, the informants on the matter, and high-level officers. Top Secret - Intelligence that is shared among the director and deputy directors of the MRD and corresponding officers. Classified - Intelligence shared with those within the Service so planning and strategy can be devised. Unclassified - Public information that can be further looked into so intelligence can be drawn from related sources. Individuals interested in the MRD must be willing to undergo personal background checks. A history of criminal activity, questionable decision making, and other variables could disqualify individuals from being accepted. Given the MRD role in coordination and delegation, the body itself maintains a minute number of employed enlisted individuals. Those interested in applying must have special skills and a history of imperial military service that could be of use to the division. Contact Director Charles Henry D’Arkent (eddywilson2) for more information. Signed, HIS IMPERIAL EXCELLENCY Secretary of War Chief of Intelligence, Charles Henry D’Arkent
  16. “Orcs on the road! Orcs on the road! They’re attacking Haensemen,” cried the rider as he came through the gates of New Reza at full gallop. A daily occurence in Haense as the eternal war raged on– but for Tiberius, it was an excuse to get out of the palace and back on the field where he belonged. His comrades, Rennard Amador and Ser Siegmund Wick, were with him. Together, they armored up to drive the raiders from their home. As soon as the orcs saw them, they turned heel and ran towards Helena. The rescue party made chase, cutting an orc down in the process. The soldiers grinned amongst each other as they realized they had once again removed the threat from Haense and made its roads safe once more. Tiberius turned towards Rennard as they were about to head back to the city “We’ll need to get a drink after this,” he said with a smile. It quickly vanished as the sound of a war horn blared across the countryside, followed by the command: “Kill the Haensemen!” The shield bash nearly knocked Tiberius off of his feet. Twirling away from it, he got a quick read of the situation. Morsgradians, six in number, pushed their way through the group. Already, men were falling and seeing it as a hopeless situation, Tiberius called out the order. “Fall back! Fall back to Helena!” Sweat dripped down Tiberius’ face as the group fought a retreat back towards Helena. However, an earthquake, seeming more and more frequent in these lands, caused Tiberius to stumble. A Morsgradi took advantage of it and all went dark as the flat of the bandit’s blade connected with Tiberius’ helm. He awoke in a cramped cell. Agitated voices filled the cell as Tiberius struggled to orientate himself. The smell of piss and **** wafted into his nose, causing him to gag. Rubern. There was no doubt about it. To his left, he could hear Rennard speaking with the captors. Tiberius sat up, rubbing his face with his sleeve as he looked at his stump. Courtesy of the High Elves. He wondered if he’d be tortured like them again. His voice came out in a croak. “Ale,” he said to his captors. They treated him as well as one could expect in such a situation, and his request was granted. He brought the liquid to his lips, drinking deeply. He did not know if it would be his last. The captors began to look between one another as shouts came from above. “Soldiers at the gates,” a cry came from above! The jail quickly emptied as the captors scrambled up to man the walls. “Rennard, can you manage to free yourself?” he called as he lowered his shoulder against the door that kept him from freedom. They tried to break down their doors, but fate was not on their side as both doors jammed out of place. Tiberius paced in his cell as he heard the fighting above. The shouts and screams began to fade as the fighting moved further away from Rubern. It was some time before only a few of the captors returned. It seemed the Orenians had killed many. “Get him to his feet,” the voice called from outside. Two bandits entered the cells, moving to drag Tiberius out of the cell. Shaking his head, Tiberius held out his hand to stop them. He’d walk on his own two feet. They brought him to a gallows where a lone noose swayed in the breeze. He smiled, not at the situation, but as he saw Rennard being released. At least, his friend would live on another day. The horsehair rope scrapped against Tiberius’ neck in discomfort. A temporary thing, as he would soon be free of all pain. The voice called up to Tiberius. “Do you have any final words?” Tiberius looked up at the sky as he took one last breath of the cooling air of the Highlands. “Long live Haense! Long live the Empire!” The board beneath his feet dropped, and the rope went taut. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ There would be no letters for Tiberius’ family or loved ones as he had none. He only had Haense. TIBERIUS BARROW 1719-1754
  17. Tiberius reads over the address with a smile. “I hope he will make a great king one day.”
  18. The Haesenic Armed Forces Parade, 1753 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhlLy2elSlI 16th of Harren’s Folly, 1753 | Msitza and Dargun, 306 ES With the recent developments that resulted in the Elves making peace with the Empire, the Lord Regent, Tiberius Barrow, seeks to recognize and praise the heroic efforts of the Haensi forces who have made this extraordinary act possible. In memory of both the living and the dead who have valiantly fought in this war of pagan aggression, a military parade has been commissioned to celebrate the stalwart Haensic military. In the face of insurmountable odds, they continue to stand firm against these savage aggressors. The streets of Reza will be decorated and prepared for the coming parade for the celebration of our military. Following the parade, a Vigil will be held to honor the courageous deeds of our fallen soldiers. Heroes such as Tharik Strumholm, Boris Ruthern, Darien Rehn, and countless others who have fallen shall be remembered for their sacrifices to defend this beloved kingdom. It is the Regent’s hope that, in these times of strife, our patriotism and unity will not falter, no matter the obstacle. WE COME AS CROWS Signed, His Excellency, Lord Regent Tiberius Barrow
  19. The Haeseni Royal Battle Standard Report from the Exchequer of War’s Office 15th of Tov and Yermey, 306 ES | Sigismund’s End, 1751 Your Royal Majesty, I am pleased to report to you of the first battle and victory within the walls of Morsgrad. Three soldiers of the Barayan Company, Rhys Henrik Marbrand, Lukas Vyronov, and Siegmund Wick, led a raid against Morsgrad. A daunting stronghold to seize, for the gates of the city are situated high above a chasm with only a narrow bridge connecting it. Past missions have been difficult to conduct in such circumstances; however, these three brave men took it upon themselves to bring victory to the Empire. They began by scouting the defenses of the city, keeping in tow several hundred soldiers, while the three went ahead. Luck was on their side this day as the gates of Morsgrad were opened to allow the infantry inside. The squadron sprang into action, charging into the city with swords raised. A garrison of six hundred Morsgradian bandits rallied to fight off these noble warriors, but to no avail. They were crushed beneath the heel of the Barayan Company and sent to the pits of Hell. Any survivors fled their own city out of pure cowardice, though it is well known that Morsgrad has no citizens to protect in the first place. I am also pleased to announce that Marshal Erwin Barclay and Vice-Marshal Aedan Capulei have been successful in their efforts to increase the size and strength of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl. They have been formidably efficient, and the Marshal and Vice-Marshal have been giving them purpose which has strengthened the bonds of brotherhood. In all, the war has been long and arduous, but the military of Haense has managed to overcome and find success against the trials of war. I recommend that Rhys Marbrand, Lukas Vyronov, and Siegmund Wick be commended for their valorous actions. Cordially, Tiberius Barrow, Exchequer of War
  20. The Order of the Golden Hussars “If you wish to win the hearts of the Highlanders, that you will one day rule, you must learn to lead from the front. Therefore, when riding to war, surround yourself with hard men- men sharper than steel, with hearts as cold as iron- who would stay by your side if you were to ride into the black mouth of Hell itself. Fight on the front lines, with these men beside you- and live. Then, perhaps, you may hope to begin the long task of earning the respect of your subjects.” -Otto Rovin, counseling a young Karl Barbanov [Horen’s Welcome, 1458]. Since the time of the Duke of Siegrad, the House of Barbanov has surrounded itself with its finest warriors. With the unfortunate death of the late King Andrik III, King Andrik Petyr has commissioned the creation of an order of Haense’s finest to serve as the personal retinue to the royal family. Henceforth, the Golden Hussars are hereby established. Their mission is trifold: -To serve as the heavy cavalry for the military of Haense, -To represent the King in battle, -To protect the royal family from all bodily harm. The Order of the Golden Hussars is comprised of Haenseni knights and dames as well as squires and pages who wish to one day be a Golden Hussar. As his first act as Knight Paramount, Ser Tiberius “Tide Breaker” Barrow commissioned the Golden Hussars as an official knightly order of Haense. Structure All members of the Golden Hussars are inherently equal as knights of the Crown. As such, there are no ranks within the Golden Hussars. The Golden Hussars follow the command of the Knight Paramount and the King of Haense. Each Hussar is permitted up to 2 squires and 3 pages at a time whose housing and upkeep shall be funded by the Crown. On the Haensic Royal Army The Golden Hussars serve as the Dres Ezred (Third Battalion) of the Royal Army of Haense. They serve as the heavy shock cavalry of the army; however, they have been known to work as mounted range units as well. Their missions are arduous and difficult so knights of the Golden Hussars must be capable to fight in any scenario. On the Marian Retinue “The dream of every child is to one day become a knight. The dream of every knight is to one day become a Kingsguard.” - Ser Osgod Colborn, [Harren’s Folly, 1472]. The Marian Retinue has long served as the official bodyguard of the King since the reign of Marius II. In honor of this long standing tradition, the Marian Retinue will remain as a sub-order of the Golden Hussars. The Marian Retinue will hereby be selected from the body of Golden Hussars for those of distinguished service and honorable performance in battle. On the Barayan Company “The only men I fear are those I have trained myself.” - Tarcell Othaman, [Harren’s Folly, 1471] The Barayan Company is hereby commissioned. The Barayan Company will be made up of 500 dismounted soldiers who will support the mounted Hussars as heavy infantry. The Barayan Company with serve as a sub-order of the Golden Hussars. All Arma Patrinae will make up the ranks of the Barayan Company. On Protecting the Royal Family Each Hussar will be assigned to a member of the Barbanov royal family. When a member of the royal family is married off to a foreigner or leaves Haense for whatever reason, they forfeit the protection of the Golden Hussars. The Marian Retinue will serve as the assigned members to the King of Haense. Creed At this moment, my vigil begins. When the night grows dark and fears spreads through the camp, I swear to be steadfast. When the enemy comes in number towards our gates, I swear to hold my ground. When the King of Haense rides out to battle, I swear to be first at his side. And if the cost be my life itself, I shall bring victory.
  21. Best thing I’ve seen all week
  22. Wasn’t meant to be a personal jab @marquiseeam sorry. Was triggered by my great npc wife. Ily
  23. Couple things about this. First off, you weren’t the first Queen-Consort of Haense. That title goes to the esteemed @yopplwasupxxxduring my reign as Petyr I. The second part, you bring up a valid point. In generations past, Haense has done a poor job at involving the Queen-Consort in roleplay. We have just started fleshing out the powers of the Queen-Consort. As you may have seen, @Eryanehas been the pioneer in doing so. I highly advise you to check out her multitude of posts and responsibilities in the Haense section. It is an issue we are working to flesh out and solve. I wouldn’t attack Haense solely on this either. Every kingdom has a problem bringing their leader’s spouse into playing a role. However, if you look at every nation, I’d say Haense is leading the way in doing so.
  24. Axelu, it wasn’t always like this. I speak of the early times of Haense. However, whether you agree or not is your prerogative so I won’t argue that. This post was shared with the leadership prior to being made. We agreed to post it as it is something that needs to be worked on. The leadership is not in the right here either. We ALL need to work towards a better community, and that starts there.
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