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Hanrahan

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    Thomas Napier
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  1. Alfred Napier sat on a rock, looking over one of the many battle-scoured landscapes before him. It had been years of his life since he had departed the warm shores of Balian, and left his family behind. Often he had heard the blaze of artillery, the snap of gunfire, the blasting explosions of shells, and the screams of the wounded and dying. There had been laughs, and cheers, but few of those who made such merriment were with him now. The treaty itself had not reached him, but everyone had known it was coming. The day was quiet. He took a deep breath, looking out, looking over. The frontlines were not so full now, and he was part of a skeleton crew holding them - the majority of the force was elsewhere now. Yet as the hour passed, the minutes spent by, and the seconds ticked - there slowly came a noise, a faint rumble from the horizon. From the mountains to the sea, soldiers cheered in a growing wave, growing from that dull thrum, to an outstanding roar, and off again, moving down the lines. He stood after the moment passed, and looked to the sky. It was a clear day, and despite the devastation, the war had never been able to marr that great blue sky that hung overhead. He looked over to the land of Adria, removed his hat, gave a bow, turned, and began the long trip home.
  2. Ensign Alfred Napier looked upon his campaign desk with two papers upon it. 'The Reconciliation of Adria' 'Should Dawn Come' The days, the weeks, the months - the years - had been long. Too long. So many miles was he from the soft sands, and warm breezes of his homeland, he could scarce remember the feelings he had spent so many years growing with. He was not with his family, his wife, his daughters. He had missed an anniversary, a birthday. Yet even in this, he thought, he was fortunate. Fortunate! How fortunate he was to have only missed one. How many in this campaign of destruction would return home to shades and ghosts? How many burning candles of Canondom were snuffed out forever, but to remain in anguished memory? What complete sorrow had encompassed the lands, to damn and destroy so much in so little time and space! His task had been to establish the civil society and reconstruction of the occupied Marchlands. The wraiths of starving peasants, the grotesque deformities and wounds, the shells of those survivors - what had been godly, or just? The lines of corpses, stacked like timbers, laid to a discomforting rest beneath the shallow ground had no glory, no heroism, no song. He breathed deeply, his eyes closing, letting a thousand images of crisis and sorrow flash through his mind. He then picked up his pen, and wrote, To Markus Sarkozic the Man, Your actions and letters have espoused the lofty and noble goals of peace, reconciliation, restoration, and renewal. Gone is Veletz. Anew is Adria. The sun has set, and now it is risen. You pray that the battles are over, and all may return to peace and prosperity. This is an evil sophistry, and I accuse you of it as its chief propagator. By ignorance or malice, you forget yourself. 'Duke' Sarkozic. You are a man, born equal in faculty and soul with the lowest peasant of your realm. Despite all the advantages your society has provided you, what have you done? What do you still continue to do? You wreak havoc and violence, inherent to your position. Peace! Peace for whom? Peace for you, and your kin. Will there be peace for the child missing their father? Will there be peace for the legless, the armless? The blind, the insane? We so easily claim peace as a passive force - it is a state of existence, the absence of war. Is the war so absent in the burnt field? Is the campaign so long vanished with the craters, the ruins? Is violence banished from your realm, so long as the forces which threw such wretched evil into the world still sit, unchanged? No. It is your essence, your station, your purpose and place, that was the fault of this conflict. Our God is one of mercy, our faith promulgates forgiveness. You must be forgiven, and provided mercy. The violence inherent in your claim - that you would separate rational men, born equal and free, into noble and chattel, that you would claim due cause for violence for the matter of petty rule, and that you would impress so many unwilling souls into death and murder for a cause in which they had no stake or purpose. All men are rational beings, and all men are born equal. Thus; your choices are owned by you alone - and will be found wanting in this life, and the next. May man and God have mercy upon your soul, for the cries of the slain, the famished, the broken and maimed shall not. You, and all your kin in the shared station of the nobility of Adria, if just, honest, and of true virtue, must abdicate yourselves in entirety, and seek repentance and peace in such a way that the free will of man will never again be so disturbingly sullied. May you cultivate your garden, and let other men cultivate theirs. Should you fail this, and turn to bitter solitude and violence - your bones shall be picked by crows for their sport, and then and only then, will true peace reign. Sincerely, Alfred Napier - A Fellow of Reason.
  3. Ensign A. Napier of Balian looks over as the announcement reaches his desk within his campaign tent. "Are they really so foolish, really so naieve as to think that a bribe to the pontiff, and a change of arms will save them from their reckoning? No, I think not. It will take more than a letter from a corrupt and idiot Pontiff to mend this rift within our tapestry. Excommunicated.. attacks on Churches, yet this sudden gladhanding.. what grotesqity.""
  4. M A R C H L A N D S O C C U P A T I O N R E P O R T Governor-General de Rennes, The material conditions of the Marchlands are presently in a state of extreme risk, to both the occupational authorities and domestic inhabitants. The length of the present conflict, and the intensity to which it has been conducted have severely disrupted and affected the economy, sufficiency, and viability of the Marchlands region. Overdraft, wanton destruction, forced requisition, and unseasonable weather conditions have reduced, or removed harvests. At the time of writing, eighty-seven percent of fields are fallow, having been either not sown, sown and not harvested, sown and pillaged, or sown and burnt. The seasonal tonnage of grain lost is calculated to be in the several thousands of tonnes. Additionally, the requisition of livestock for both armies, occupying and defending has drained the countryside of commercial and subsistence animals; cattle nor pigs are to be found, and only some goats and sheep. Products such as milk, cheese, and yogurt are absent. Horses are present only in the occupation forces. Civilian ownership thereof is absent, further complicating the reassumption of agriculture, trade, and travel. The state of Infrastructure in the Marchlands is of mixed condition, depending on location. The relative low state of development prior to the conflict means that there was relatively little to be destroyed during. Roads, Railways, and Bridges are in operational order. Private infrastructure is similarly of mixed condition. Urban locales, particularly that of Fredericksburg have sustained significant surface level damage; mostly limited to aesthetic materiel; windows, doors, facades and business decorations. Rural centers and dwellings are not of concern, excepting in areas wherein conflict actively took place. In these locations, the destruction is total, and unfit for human habitation for the foreseeable future. Residences of private fortification [ R. P. F.’s ] are badly damaged in many cases. Currently, many unhoused and landless persons occupy these, and some groups have taken up armed residency. The social conditions of the Marchlands are presently in a state of extreme risk. The mobilization of the states’ populace for war has caused severe disruption to the regional economy, as well as the social fabric of the populace. Subsequent defeats have generated an abnormally high rate of dependent cripples, who cannot participate in normal labour and require additional care from a populace stricken with both malnutrition, and disease. Furthermore, the lethality of the campaign has generated orphans and single-family households in significant numbers. R E C O M M E N D A T I O N S The populace, both rural and urban, are in varying states of malnutrition and starvation. For six to eight weeks, the M.O.F must assist in the provision of nutrition and vitamin rich foodstuffs. Light soups are ideal. During this recovery phase, much of the population will be too weak to engage in domestic labour, and must receive prepared meals until sufficient recovery. After this period, aid can be moved to the supply of fuel and grain, as household operations will resume to a state of self-sufficiency. Though the casualties of war, both those in majority and minority, will trend towards economic dependency, there is ample reconstruction labour and postwar opportunity for them depending on their condition. Those severely crippled may necessitate a structured provision of alms until statewide economic recovery. While a significant expense, this will ensure social goodwill, and hasten economic recovery in the long term. The Marchlands should, effectively immediately, be placed under a movement quarantine. Widespread reports of dysentery, typhus, and cholera have been reported both in urban and rural locales. Occupational authorities must maintain sanitary procedures, and avoid physical contact with the population for the duration of the order. Orderly stations should be established in townships to arrange triage and quarantine facilities. Occupational Garrisons necessary to assist. In association with, Ensign A. Napier, R.B.A., Attache, Harren’s Folley, 14, 1960, Marchland Occupation Force
  5. the kalpa spins

  6. A young scholar in Balian, after completing his reading of the work would lean back in his chair and set a hand to his chin, lost in thought. He knew much of history - the annals of the 18th and 19th century were well known to him, but little of the 17th. He thought of his great-grandfather - a Providence man, of whom only he had heard half-faded familial stories about. It was said he was a broken man; though settled in Balian towards the end of his life, he never forgot the world in which he had been raised, and was never able to accept its sad departure. He then thought of the Pertinaxi. Historiography, especially in Balian was coloured towards a profoundly disparaging assessment of that long gone state, of which he knew his fine land of Balian was, in its roots, founded in opposition to. Yet.. he paused. Despite its terrible flaws, and the violence and inequality inherent in it - it was a state that men had worked and bled for, enduring conditions that were unimaginable in the modern comfort of his own life. Though the results were vastly different, he could not help but reflect how closely it reflected the origins of the Petrine Empire. The indomitable spirit of man was present always; despite the manner in which it manifested. The Pertinaxi were not a model to be emulated. Their proclivity towards despotism and violence proved their ruin, ultimately - yet... who lamented its fall? Who celebrated its birth? It was by no other circumstance other than the date of birth that he, and his ancestors were not citizens of the Pertinax Empire, instead of the Petrine. Would he have lamented its fall? It was difficult to say. He didn't have an answer. All he knew is that such deeds of men were great - terrible, but great. They inspired and created - and the absence of them was cause for grief, regardless. Perhaps one day, the mantle would be seized again, however unlikely. Even he was more entertained by Imperial tales as a source of fun and fancy, rather than earnest political dreams and desires. Yet, at the edge of his dreams, stood the faint beckon - that pillar of light; the providence of humanity. He immediately put his pen to paper, writing; To the Esteemable Mr. Nafis, "It is with a great pleasure that I have read this work, and your previous series. Despite some of the more apparent biases provoked by closeness of events and peculiarities in source material, they were robust and highly educational. Your knowledge in these matters is exceptional, and the work undertaken to compile and organize such a history is worthy of praise. The Pertinaxi period is little covered in my country, and what few works there are yet still are marked with heavy bias inherited from our forefathers. I am taken aback by the richness of detail. In my university, I inquired about the state of Pertinaxi scholasticism. I was told that the dearth of primary source material and the subsequent burying of the dynasty by the Petrine academics in the reign of Peter III frustrated most attempts to dive deeper than a surface level chronology. I am very curious about your sources and methods." Thank you, Horace Napier, Esq. 703 Cornelia Street, Porto Regne, La Costa Rubinissima, Balian. @Nectorist
  7. Overhead, the quiet swish-swoop-swish of a ceiling fan whirled, giving the slightest rush of air to the stuffy Office. As well established as Henri Napier was, all the money in the world couldn't buy complete protection from the elements. Porto Regne could get deliriously hot, and with a humidity that turned the air to a dampening blanket that spared no space, sun or shade. The arcane fan cost him a pretty penny, but made marginal difference. He sighed. The short paper that had come across his desk in the morning for review had been scanned over quickly, and without a doubt, merited a reply - or at least, a return editorial in the Gaceta des Balianes (his own Paper, of course.) "Dear Monsieur Van Der Grendok, Your analysis of the situation, and well-crafted argument were a delight to read, all the moreso in these times. The rabidity to which the savage bandits of the North have clung to what are now nearly a century old animosities, inherited from no other place than their own imaginations, has been a most tiring and droll affair. You cut to the point eloquently. For all the gnashing and protest, the legacy of man, and our history, is one inseparable from the topic of Empire, in all regards. I needn't allude to a fellow fan of history, that all the states of man hold within their titulature, familial heritage, or legal right, some claim derived from the Exalted. Many of the current legal frameworks, and institutions derive from if not the Novellens, earlier Imperial progenitors. While the merit of a contemporary Empire is something well to be left alone, and discussed in other works as you said, the essay stands well. It is an inescapable issue that the wise would seek to make peace with, rather than antagonize and deride needlessly for another century. Thank you for your writing, and I do so hope to see more of your work. Sincerely, Henri Napier, Esq."
  8. Position Sought: Syndic Full Name: Horacio Napier Age: 31 Address of Residence: 05 Adrian Street ((IGN: Hanrahan)) ((Discord: Harren))
  9. FULL NAME: Horatio Napier AGE: 32 RACE: Human (Harrenite) RELIGION: Canonist ((MC name)): Harren ((Time Zone)): MST
  10. "Rather charmed how they venerate a man for being a companion of the Exalted Godfrey, yet also made war upon him, in the belief that the Prophet-Emperor was a spawn of the undead." Chuckled an Imperial Historian.
  11. its alright. (( but actually goat work bless you guys, you got this Adunians stamp of approval ))
  12. "By the sacred groves of Academe; knowledge has returned to the land!" Cries Horace Napier, Dean of the Royal Balian Academy.
  13. this is literally one of the worst L's the admin on lotc has ever taken Im so glad that keeping people who posit rape threats in our community is so important to you *****
  14. Budaq, do you think Rape threats and discussing about raping other players on lotc is acceptable behavior that can age out?
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