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12th of Malin's Welcome, 1580 "Die orc!" - John Sigismund before drowning a model orc chieftain in his bath tub. The flat peninsula of southern Asul had become a popular destination for the local vulture population, the winged scavengers had begun circling around the smoky battlefield, marking their meals. The scene below was a grisly one. The orcish hordes of the War Uzg had clashed with the combined forces of the northern union, which was dominated by the Imperial race of men. The result had been a rout. The skirmish ended as quickly as it began, in a whirlwind of steel and flesh. Within the hour, the fervor had died down, and the corpses of orcs laid strewn across the field. The footmen of the Empire could be seen about the entire battlefield, sawing off the tusks of any orcish carcass they could find. Meanwhile, the commanders gathered in their pavilion. A council of Emperor John III, Prince Andrik Barbanov, Rodrick Redcliffe, and High Prince Caerme’onn of the elves laid plans for the siege of the orcish capital. Upon command, the imperial army, along with their elven and dwarven auxiliaries marched out, prepared to pitch a camp outside the now exposed orcish capital of San'Kharak, with the intent to conquer it. WARCLAIM Tier Chosen (This cannot be changed after the first warclaim is held): Tier Chosen: 1 Type of battle: Siege Date And Time: Saturday, October 15th, 4 pm EST Side A: The Empire of Oren and Allies Side B: The Rexdom of Uzg and Allies Location and boundaries: Direct Area: https://i.gyazo.com/6e413df7ebfe10e19fcd0fff55de2767.jpg Surrounding area of battlefield for reference to location: https://i.gyazo.com/6e413df7ebfe10e19fcd0fff55de2767.jpg Terms of Victory VICTORY FOR ATTACKERS- If the defenders are driven out of the city, driven underground, or killed VICTORY FOR DEFENDERS- Attacking forces are killed or routed Upon Victory For... Side A: The Rexdom and all its lands are ceded to the Holy Orenian Empire Side B: Oren cannot launch another offensive campaign on the Uzg for two weeks Rules -No status switching. -No golden apples. -If the defenders do not show to their side of the warclaim, they implicitly forfeit, their lands going to the attackers -Moving items or editing terrain in the capital city is hereby prohibited

17th of Malin's Welcome, 1579 https://youtu.be/Gm3HZOuooIc “Slavers, bringers of disease, kin of kinslayers.” -Lord Draken Lancefeld to His Imperial Majesty, upon the nature of orcs Emperor John III, Lord Draken Lancefeld, and Ser Rickard Barrow listening to the report of Artimec I, High Prince of Elves. C. 1557, Logan MacDonaugh “And they, the soddened barbarians, are the bane of our existence, since the era of our holy Prophet Horen, for whom was slain in utter betrayal by the orcish father Krug. The greenskins spread the disease which had wrought the destruction of our Vailor. Now, they spread the disease of chaos and anarchy, which will be the molestation of all right-minded folk; whether man or elf. The same disease which had brought the Krajian cossacks, the heretical saracens, and the diabolic brigands of dread to our doorstep in war.” All nodded, having been enlightened by the Prince Artimec on the surrender of the Dreadlands, they sook to not stand idle. No, they would not indeed. The general Rickard nodded to the camp follower and her child who, alongside many civilians who came with the invasion party, had to register their presence and give donation to the war effort. He added, placing his feather down for but a moment, “They are in cahoot with the brigands, as well, having raided upon our eternal capital and brought with them their horrid smell, only to be repelled and captured. They are not innocent, not of intention or of soul. Even now, their drums beat across the land and foretell of their aggression.” Down the steps, the line of civilians shifted in great tumult, only to be silenced by the banging of shields. The Prince Artimec spoke softly, “If we are to invade the Krughai, we must cross the Mountains which stand between us and their marsh. The inhabitants of this forsaken isle call them Harren’s Sons.” The Emperor had not added his voice to the conversation, his eyes fixated upon the map laid before him. The deep green which had been swathed over the peninsula of Atlay and the land across the River Slake taunted the sovereign. The black words of The Krughai Rexdom stood steadfast, unmoving as his hand traced the map. “We will march through the mountain, between Ezeiarch’s Pass, then the marsh. These barbarians have made several incursions upon our soil and now they will learn the wrath of the Horen Dragon. Ready your men, have those brave civilians with us gather water and netting, heat and bugs will be a greater threat than the green imps of the Krughai.” He rose, the civilians lined for census fell to their knees as if caught standing they would be stricken by God himself. The din of the camp fell utterly silent, the thousands of Orenian soldiers hushed, the faint figure of their purple clad monarch erect upon the horizon. His fist raised in the air, “Deus oditus pristis.” And from each mouth rang in response, “God hates orcs!” WARCLAIM Tier Chosen (This cannot be changed after the first warclaim is held): Tier Chosen: 1 Type of battle: Skirmish Date And Time: Saturday, October 8th, 3pm EST Side A: The Empire of Oren and Allies Side B: The Rexdom of Uzg and Allies Location and boundaries: Direct Area: -Provided Image https://gyazo.com/5b9c876ad351a9acf65b88162144bd21 Surrounding area of battlefield for reference to location: https://gyazo.com/8ff6d726959f0380ef3a24d0a0261a43 Terms of Victory VICTORY FOR ATTACKERS- If the defenders are killed or driven from the field of battle. VICTORY FOR DEFENDERS- Attacking forces are killed or driven from the field of battle. Upon Victory For... Side A: Oren can move onto a siege if they wish. Side B: A counter-attack can be declared Oren cannot launch another offensive campaign on the Uzg for two weeks Rules -No status switching. -No golden apples. -If the defenders do not show to their side of the warclaim, they implicitly forfeit and attackers are allowed to determine the next battle on a time of their sole preference. -TNT disabled.

“Wolves hunt to feed their bellies. Wild dogs kill for sport.” Holy Orenian Emperor John III Owyn, concluding the St. Adrian Address and call to arms. The St. Adrian Address, c. 1573 by Ser Michael Hightower, painter and Prince of Ponce. “And wild dogs are not allowed to roam, by the diligent huntsman.” The Emperor concluded, his nobles gathered and now erupted into shouts, arguments, and simple din. Some sat idly, contemplating the monarch and his supporters’ harsh words of warfare, others fiercely opposed to sending their folk, their family and commoners, across the seas to death. The Nauzican Charles Philip echoed “We should put down the brigands!” To which an elder of the brigade replied “And waste the coming stores for Winter?” But to add to the din, the young Draken Lancefeld replied in his typical passionate manner, severity in his expression. “We shattered any strength and will they had to fight when they came last, it is time we took advantage!” And the cardinals of the Pontiff uttered with a collective nod “Are we to allow these heathens to continue their unholy incursions?” The well-built John Owyn rose from his chair, raising his hand swiftly to silence the array of robes and armor before him,“For far too long we've watched our roads swarm with brigands, merchants robbed and civilians enslaved. For far too long we've watched from behind our walls, allowing this insurrection to grow. To war, we shall march.” In a sudden wind of haste, swords were drawn. The Duke Petyr’s greatsword naked in the air, the Lord Helvets’ sword’s gilded figure bore for all to see, the Baron Vsenk’s curved blade touched to the crisp air, the Count of Capua raising his longsword, the burghers of the city and their pikes, the marsh lords of Savoy with spear, and the d'Amaury regent with lance. All drew blades and shouted, in an non-uniform clamor of prideful yelps, “The Emperor’s Will is Spoken, Let it Be Done.” Nearly two years past, the great and slothful engine of war called Oren had gained in pace. The hunted was to become the hunter, the armies of Man marched to become one at the port of Vasili's Rest. Mobs of peasantry and workers, levied to sword and shield, marched from fields Vsenk. A legion of gilded soldiers from the mountains of the north of Haense, uniformed in discipline. Green riders upon brown steeds from the feudality of Lorraine, with spearmen and pikes from the Blackwald, bearing the crest of Savoy. White knights, with banners and capes flowing like angels’ wings, from the fiefdom of Dyffra. Sailors of the blue Vanir serpent, alongside the Vimmark fleet seamen, loaded crate and catapult upon the vast spread of ships. Wood elven bowmen in brown and green, alongside black skinned and gold plated dark elfen cohorts. Nauzicans in their gentlemenic garb, stood in unison alongside their black armored counterparts, lining unto the Imperial Flagship, Frederick’s Fury. Over the ships flew black crows and gold, purple dragons and grey eagles, ran horses and shone suns, swam sharks and serpents. Like a hunting party, out to rid their thicket of wild dogs, the Orenian Fleet embarked on invasion. WARCLAIM Tier Chosen: 1 Type of battle: Skirmish Date And Time: September 10th, 3 PM EST Side A: Holy Orenian Empire and Allies Side B: [Receivers] The Dreadland Bandits and Allies Location and boundaries: Direct Area: The Oren Navy will dock in the bay near the Dreadlands where a skirmish will take place. Surrounding area of battlefield for reference to location: Terms of Victory VICTORY FOR ATTACKERS- If the defenders are killed or driven from the field of battle. VICTORY FOR DEFENDERS- Attacking forces are killed or driven from the field of battle. Upon Victory For... Side A: The stage is set for a siege on the dreadland fortress at any point. Side B: A counterattack can be declared The Holy Oren Empire cannot launch another offensive campaign against the Dreadland bandits for two weeks. Rules -No status switching. -No golden apples. -If the defenders do not show to their side of the warclaim, they implicitly forfeit and attackers are allowed to determine the next battle on a time of their sole preference. -TNT disabled.

A fuzzy Zitounic page makes his way to Locklearian Enterprises, sketching down a bid on the three tomes. "400 for chef, 500 for breeder and 500 for fisher."

John Owyn recalls the late lecher's desire for amnesty but a week ago.

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A stout, regal man looms over the town of Carrenhall, shouting to all who care to listen, "Come one come all the Carrenguard is a guild on the rise!"

RP Information Name: Ames Bannum Age: 59 Race: Human Allegiance (Current nation of residence): Oren Past Military Experience: Fought alongside the greats of the Fringe Wars against the Zionist scum Skills: Economic mastermind, richest man of the Fringe ---------- OOC information MC Name: cruzazul8

(Username:) cruzazul8 Name: Alexander Louis Horen Age: 12 Branch of choice: (Marshal/Savant/Guildmaster/Undecided) Savant or Guildmaster Reason for joining: To strengthen mankind! Prior experience/relevant skills. Son of Emperor John and Duke of Marna Do you swear your life in service to the Brotherhood? (PK Clause upon appropriate RP)

Character Name: Marcel Character Age: 55 IGN: cruzazulu Timezone: CST