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Oran is perhaps most famous for being one of the birthplaces of the rai music style. This inventive form of music is one of the more modern music styles that is popularly enjoyed in the various parts of Algeria and all over the world. The easy going and liberal atmosphere that pervades the city of Oran is clearly evident in this style of music. Initially performed only by men, it soon became the domain of many women - many of whom have become every bit as popular as their male counterparts. https://www.algeria.com/regions/north-west/oran/ Oran R-III Schools operates one elementary school and Oran High School.[11] Guardian Angel School is a Catholic institution.[12] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oran,_Missouri So which is it?

J. Fitzpeter, progeny of the rat-killing, rodent-slaughtering, pest-slaying leader of the Cathalon Five prepares himself for the VERMINTIDE.

1821, The Battle of Outer Arentania An Artillery Officer’s Perspective The Emperor, protected by his guard, oversees the fighting below. The mountains of Oren’s Outer Arentania region are visible in the background. The following account comes from a low-ranking Imperial officer of the State Army’s artillery, who gave us this for publishing free of payment. “The Nordlings weren’t marching when they declared war. I reckon they were planning on having significant help before meeting on the field, but those big old gears of government started turning. The diplomats got a small country with a ton of mercenaries on our side and closed off Haynes to the Urgwanese and Haylunoorese armies coming by ship. So, it turns out war involves a lot more talking than shooting. Our borders were made secure, and the navy was patrolling the sea well, so most of the army and those mercenary fellows were sent westward into Arentania. All in all, including the general staff and camp helpers, there must have been about one-hundred thousand of us camped along the river near Esbeck in the winter of 1820. The season was mild, and we were in the supply of the towns nearby, so it was no hardship at all. There were Southbridge men acting as scouts in the mountains, living up there and reporting back anything they saw of the enemy advance. Come springtime, it turns out the Nordling king and his mercenaries weren’t planning on a direct invasion, but were trying to sneak by the mountains to join Urgwan in Oltremont. The Emperor, the General, and all the dressy officers from here and the Luciensberg country got together in a long meeting. Mountain folk and the like were called up and sent to bolster the range and keep any enemy scouts from getting an eye on our land. Meanwhile we waited for a word to pack up and move any morning. It was warmed up nicely in 1821 by Tobias’ month, which turned out a sweating shame, because we were ordered to march for a mountain pass straight to our west on the second. We all camped a night high up, then reached the fields across at noontime. Some of the enlisted claimed to have seen Nordling banners in the distance while descending, but it was either plain silliness or just being kept mum by the brass for to keep the ranks in line. We were ordered to battle ranks at half past three on the third of Tobias’ Bounty, 1821. There was a rise before us, and the mountains on our right flank, so I was deployed with all the field guns behind the squares of infantry to fire over them. Thousands of cavalrymen were on our left. You could see gentlemen and their friends from around the country, the third brigade with their pretty plumes, and a ton of fellows from Luciensberg southward and Haynes northward all in armor. I was regularly checking my watch, so I knew it was a quarter past four when we advanced up the rise. All the cavalry rode to the valley on our left, and we took the artillery by horse in step with the infantry going straight up. We reached the top after a few minutes, and saw nothing at all, but we could hear something terrible in that valley on our left. It turns out the Nordlings had mistaken the cavalry for the whole army and sent every one of their men in a great big mass through that valley in pursuit. The infantry pulled a double time turn and made their way there, and we artillerists followed along as best we could. They all kept an incredible tempo, while we had only unlimbered half our pieces by the time the blood started. The cavalry was pacing away from the Nordlings running, but that’s what they do. The third brigadiers would ride for the enemy, slow, turn, discharge their weapons into the infantry, then wheel about to reload and have it again. The lancers and all the horsemen who get stuck in were waiting aways, looking up for the infantrymen to make things nice and open for them. The troopers went on for killing, and our way was cleared to fire. The Nordlings only had something near half our numbers on the field, but they were so bunched up that our target was the size of a Kaedreni barn. Since the enemy was so intent to race on foot with horses, they ended up with the Imperial infantry trapping them from behind and on the left flank by the time we’d put through three volleys. Our cavalry smashed into their exposed side with lances after that, then pulled out swords and sabers to stay in close to help the infantry. We stopped firing to keep from wounding our own. I kept an eye on my watch here, seeing two minutes pass before the Nordlings began to flee through gaps in our ranks. The enemy reformed in some parts, keeping on the fight with our infantry, but most were scattered and ran down by the gentlemen domestic, foreign, and Horen in the cavalry. I saw fellows with great, long wigs fighting alongside men with their temples shaved. I know a few generations back they’d have been mortal enemies. But the world’s much bigger these days, so we’ve less reason to go at each other's throats. I don’t wear a wig, for I’m not bald, but I keep it long in a style tied at the back, which is looked at well these days. It’s washed to keep it apart from the matted Nordling type, of course. - J. Fitzpeter” Published and distributed by Penton-Napier Publishing, 1821.

J. Fitzpeter recoils and convulses after receiving this vivid image of the future, the power of Peralien's Prophecy too much for his mortal mind to bear.

Ensign Fitzpeter was at home polishing his cannon while this occurred. He is glad to hear the news, though.

Mustela Putorius Furo arms up to defend the territories of Simplicius.

he he he yup!

J. Fitzpeter adds Tony H. to his holiday card mailing list.

Ensign Fitzpeter looks forward to supporting the Metnians with Imperial artillery.

"It would appear no such protections are afforded to the peoples and princes of the Canonist world - a superficial political play," observes anthropologist and economist J. Fitzpeter.

John Gloop descendant

„A privately owned feudal domain, the owner of which maintains and employs a private army at the wishes of his liege lord, is not civillian. The only harmed individuals were those who willingly and eagerly entered combat as part of that private armed force.“ So corrects geopolitical analyst and economist J. Fitzpeter.

A ferret informs Ensign Fitzpeter of the mortal danger Margeaux experienced. However, he is incapable of understanding mustelids.

Ensign Fitzpeter adjusts his hat and seeks out Father Boniface to bless a crate of Imperial roundshot. @Basil Moroul

"Reminds me of old Peter the Third's statements... good stuff." Comments Ensign Fitzpeter after being dictated the response by a Fifth Brigade officer. They would continue to oversee the construction of new and modern defensive works in preparation.

is we getting handguns

Updating plugins to current/working MC version, Limited Creative, nation currencies in autoshops, etc Not that I hate the pvp changes. I think stacking procs with the dual wielding thing is completely wack and there‘s a lot of redundancy/complexity that could be cut at no loss, but seeing the overall care for balance is a good and refreshing thing. I have to respect Nickyrocky for that even if he‘s brainwashed into Oran hate I really like the gear carrying capacity thing because it makes sure macro users dont get a massive advantage. Hopefully it doesnt get in the way of normal transport/storage

"Humanum..?" remarks Ensign Fitzpeter with a squint to Lieutenant Puller. "It feels as if whoever wrote this lacks a good grasp on our language. A Dwarf, perhaps?"

The Haylunorese bucked the alliance with our country to serve the coalitioners, sir. So responds Ensign Fitzpeter after the speech, earnestly offering his perspective. Our country answered the Haylunorese call for war during the recent Peter‘s reign, and they immediately gave thanks by joining the invasion against us, sir. The Nordlings aren‘t a world power that could trounce the Haylunorese, regardless, and I don‘t see how they would manage it a world apart unless in the unlikely chance the Haeseni were to help them. In that case, coming to the defense of the Haylunorese would prompt an Urguanese invasion. The Haylunorese would then have pressure removed from them and honor their obligations to the coalition, joining the invasion of our country. So why would we help a country which has signed herself an enemy of ours?

Ensign J. Fitzpeter contemplates the week‘s events with a guilty solemnity. Regardless, he resolves to dedicate himself with more passion to his country, to defend and uplift the lives of his compatriots.

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J Fitzpeter begins cultivating the grounds for his new farm, expecting his promised help to arrive any day now...

Ensign Fitzpeter drunkenly belts to his companions at the bar in Provi, ”They couldn‘t win here, they won‘t win there. The moon‘s in the sky, they‘ll surely die. HAHAHA!“

*kneels