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  1. 3andD


    A RETURN TO DUST - The harbour of Curon bustled with the tell-tale hum of economy, hook-nosed merchants spruiking their wears before passers-by, gnarled criers announcing the hour's news before the crowds, whores ushering resting sailors into their dens to either perform their services or rob them of their coinpurses. These sounds of industry, were likely in part the work of Steward Daan, the ambitious Steward who the Emperor recalled made every effort to improve the human condition during his early years of rulership. That was many years ago, or so he thought. Emperor Antonius Horen had been disconnected from his council for the majority of the five years, cavorting far off in a foreign land searching for his father and the truth of his Grandfathers disappearance. A ship, an immense carrack bearing black and gold sails the colors of the Pertinaxian line, had begun to make port in the harbour, manuevering deftly between the rigid coastline. At its fore he stood, retainers bearing his sigil all around him, hurrying busily to dock the vessel. He had came into life which was perhaps meant for another, and found himself yearning the life of a knight rather than king. Clean shaved, tall and muscular, he seemed to in many ways resemble his father in his middle age. His eyes were set deep and grey, distinctive of the line of Horen. He was pale of skin like his father and brother. While his hair continued to grow till his shoulders, creating the effect that he was younger than he was in truth, the Emperor counted himself lucky not to share the short stature and prematurely greying hair of his brother. He wondered exactly how long he had been Emperor - a thought that was swiftly interrupted by the heavy tones of trumpets and drums, the dockmaster having loosened the ropes, letting the ship leave harbor. Some knew him in his youth, sharing stories of the budding youth training swordsmanship and tending to horses . Others said that he had become a madman and tyrant who drank himself to death in his palace, or that he had become a raving zealot who devoted all his time praying to GOD. One thing was certain: the Emperor had given back to the realm his entire life. Taking his fathers dying Empire and igniting the nationalism which he so desired, reforming his armies into a professional standing force, and restoring the once dry coffers. "Your Imperial Majesty, the letter." The assembly asked, "God requires your will be printed, so your subjects will listen.” - - “So Be it.” the Emperor responded, moving to seat himself across from his Councillors. “Where shall I begin?” he asked himself, watching a small candle dance across the dingy captains cabin. “When I was born, the Empire was an idea that protected humanity and ensured our eternal support for one another. As it is named, our Empire is for all man. My Grandfather Aurelius expanded our borders and saw merit where none was possible. My father too, sough peace and revitalize our capital. During this time, I studied and learned so that one day I too could take the mantle and rule this Empire to the best of my abilities. I promised to my father that my son would inherit an Empire that was stronger then the one I was given. Recently, I had ventured to Aeldin in search of my father. What I found was a shallow grave, unmarked and hastily dug. My guide, an aged monk with salt in his beard insisted that my father, Emperor Augustus, lay in the grave. Dying while hiking through the mountain region in northern Aeldin. “I will find my father.” he said to me, handing me his crown and hugging me goodbye. On my way back to Arcas, in my dreams, I saw the Dragon which my great-grandfather rode across the great sea. But, upon his back was not Aurelius or Augustus. But rather a skeleton, with his eyes pecked from there sockets by vultures. Once I returned to my palace in Helena, I couldn’t forget this dream, it haunted me for weeks. Upon my seventh day, I realized why my father had abdicated and left in such a haste and it left me animated to follow him, beset by duty, to venture past my father's grave in search of the truth.” The Emperor stops, his eyes darting to the man writing before him. “I’m not finished, so listen up.” “So I shall leave, this time on a permanent pilgrimage. To return to continue past my fathers grave in search for my grandfather. However, I shall not carry the weight of the failed promise to my father to his grave. I shall not see him once more with an empire which is not equal to the one I promised. So I shall release all my lawful vassals, signers of the reign of Antonius from there fealty to the Empire. I shall be the last Emperor of Man, with me the title shall destroyed alongside the Empire. The Dragon Knights are the ultimate shield of Humanity. To be released from direct fealty to the Emperor, they are commanded to defend humanity at all cost. Regardless of name or culture. My will be done.” And with a final stroke, the writer finished.
  2. The Red Book 13th Sun’s Smile, 1712 ✝ “One unbreakable shield against the coming darkness One last blade, forged in defiance of fate Let them be my legacy to the Empire I rule And my final gift to the species I protect” - An inscription upon the Red Book, attributed to Emperor Antonius I The Order of the Red Dragon is a knightly organization that exists outside the standard administrative hierarchy of the Imperium of Man. The Red Dragons act as the personal guards of the Emperor and as the secret police of the Imperium, hunting down any and all of the myriad threats to the stability of the Emperor's realm, from bandits, to heretics, and rebels, to assaults from enemies of the Imperium. The Dragon Knights are an elite group of six knights (excluding the Grand Knight), supposedly the greatest and most skilled warriors in all of the Imperium, who serve as the royal bodyguard of the Emperor of Man. Their duty is to protect the Emperor and the Imperial family from harm at all times. The Dragon Knights swear the most holy of vows to fulfill their sacred duty, and - in theory - are meant to be the living exemplars of the pinnacle of knightly virtues. The Dragon Knights wear signature all-red armor. For this reason, they are sometimes colloquially called the "Red Dragon". The deeds of every knight who serves in the Order of the Red Dragon are kept in this very book. The Grand Knight is entrusted with maintaining the record. “We protect the Emperor and His family, we kill his enemies, and lead his armies. We give him council when asked and keep his secrets when not. We swore our lives in eternal service.” -Dame Sophia Halcourt, 1698 SERVING KNIGHTS Grand Knight ✠ Ser Darius of House Ault Known as ‘the Butcher’ Grey Hair and Blue Eyes In his early years, Darius served in various mercenary companies across Atlas. He soon came into contract under Duke Ratibor of Adria and became his personal guard. Within a couple of years, he became the Maer of Belvitz, and briefly as the Maer-Commandant; eventually rising to Adrian nobility and Knighthood, recognised by the Order of the Red Dragon, after his retirement from Maer. During this period, he defended Belvitz from countless bandit attacks and Orc raiding parties; acting as the Duchy’s champion. During the Carolustadt tournament of 1696, he earned his moniker as ‘the Butcher’ through his ruthless and bloody jousting participation in which all of his opponents, excusing Ser Jan Sigmar as the finalist, faced a gruesome fate at the hand of the Knight. Winning such with supposed ease, he would be crowned as the victor of the tournament. Leading countless battles, including his participation in multiple captures of foreign, and rebel, leadership, he would embrace his moniker and claim the lives of many - proving his worth and prowess in battle, finding himself to eventually be given the title of Grand Knight of the Imperial Realm by Antonius I Horen in which he rolled out, and enforced multiple reforms. Dragon Knights ✠ Ser Karl of House Jrent Known as ‘the Grand Magus’ Golden Hair and Grey Eyes Unknown birthdate. Before his knighthood, Karl roamed the lands of Atlas as a sellsword, spending time in many of the armies of man. He served as Chancellor Basarab’s personal guard for a number of years, defending Belvitz alongside Ser Darius and Dame Sophia during Augustus’s reign. It was in the Gentleman’s War when he was offered a hefty sum of 50,000 minas to fight in the personal guard of the Duchess of Curon against Adria. During the battle, he led a small division of Curonian soldiers in a flank squad, and personally wiped out hundreds of Adrians. Earning the favor of then Crown-Prince Antonius after defending Carolostadt from a Reiver raid, he served first in the Nauzica then as a knight and was oft known as the Hand of the Emperor, His Imperial Majesty’s most trusted knight. Thought to be lost after the migration to Arcas, Karl returned to Renatus in 1711 and bested Ser Calculus de Sola in an honor duel, taking the honor as Hand of the Emperor. Prince Martinus of House Horen Brown Hair and Grey Eyes First son of Martius and cousin to Emperor Antonius I. Although youthful in nature, Ser Marton quickly became one of the greatest swordsmen in the Realm upon his arrival. Having spent his childhood squiring under various famed knights in Aeldin, it was no wonder that the Prince would soon become the youngest to be knighted by the Emperor. Known as a romantic and poet, when not in the field of battle or serving by the Emperor’s side he can be found in the palaces across the Empire courting Princesses. Credited with numerous victories against Reivers and is said to have defeated an entire bandit regiment by himself. Ser Carlovac of House Kovachev Known as ‘the Inventor’ Gold Hair and Blue Eyes Ser Carlovac is among the senior knights of the Order, having served with distinction and receiving numerous battle honors since the inception of the Kingdom of Renatus. Beginning as a lowly hedge knight, he rose to and held the position of Grand Knight during the reign of Aurelius, and eventually Chief Justiciar. A staunch Renatian patriot, Ser Carlovac has always been a firm advocate for Priorist policies. Carlovac made his debut in service of the Empire during the Confederation War, he served as one of Aurelius’s chief enforcers, laying waste to numerous Czena settlements beyond Renatus’s borders and dispensing justice in his name. Shrewd and tactful, he often preferred a cautious approach to politics and combat, as opposed to his often brazen comrades. Sometime after this, he and other distinguished Renatian knights would found the Knights Panther knightley circle. Having beared witness to the price of war, he would earn his moniker, ‘the Inventor’ through several contributions to the Renatian war machine such as the development of the ‘Ard’Arrav Arbalest’ and the Renatian traction trebuchet, utilized to great effect in the Crown’s ceaseless conflicts. During the Third Atlas Coalition War, he and Prince Tiberius directed the siege efforts. Carlovac’s keen eye for siegecraft created the breach that was desperately sought to storm the Dwarven stronghold of Kal’Tarak. He would take a back seat in the waning years of his age, dedicating the remainder of his life in service of the Emperor. Ser Jan Sigmar of House von Alstreim Known as ‘the Bloodraven’ White Hair and Brown Eyes Possibly the oldest living knight in service of the Crown, an exemplar of loyalty and devotion, Ser Jan’s military career spans well over a century - having narrowly avoided death at the cursed forest of Elba as a fourteen-year-old Haensetic pikeman, the Waldenian went on to take up mercenary service in Lorraine. He miraculously recovered from crippling injuries in 1614 to take up the Orenian, Renatian, and Imperial banner in succession, becoming one of the first Renatian knights and the second Dragon Knight to be admitted into the Order. The last King of Waldenia and former Imperial Grand Knight, Ser Frederick Pius Horen, thus bestowed upon him the honor of bearing Waldenian knightly titles, placing him in charge of the Waldenian knight circle, the Ritterkorps. Thrice Crusader and defender of the Faith, veteran of countless victorious campaigns in Renatian service against humans, non-humans, and arcane creatures alike, amongst Ser Jan’s most notable heroic deeds are his successful command of the 1641 Siege of Sutica, having reclaimed the city from its occupying undead hordes; crushing the Waldenian rebellion amidst the Confederation War alongside Antonius, Prince of Aeldin - their forces having been outnumbered three-to-one; slaughtering dozens of Stauntonite rats at the fields of Red Peak, thus enacting revenge for the disaster at Elba; claiming and seizing the Sutican Crown in a daring assault at Lich-Queen Cyrene and her lackeys; uncovering and executing serial killers operating in Adelburg and Senntisten, with the assistance of his wife, Adelheid; ending numerous Vaeyl Magi and subduing the former Arch-Chancellor’s captors. Sir Randy Known as ‘the Rat of the Messhall’ Black hair, and brown eyes. Much of the information regarding Sir Randy's youth is scattered, or missing as a result of his estranged relationship with his father. It's assumed he spent his early days wandering the roads of Helena climbing cofrom building to building. During one of his more adventurous bouts, he was seen swinging from a vine in small alleyway. He fell shortly thereafter, fracturing his sword arm -- an injury that would ail him from now, until the end of his days. His natural talent in the art of swordplay now needlessly hindered, along with his hairline receding, things were looking rather grim. "The darkest night comes before the brightest day," is what his father would've told him if he had one. And lo and behold, as prophesied, just as rapidly as his situation was spiraling downward things quickly took a turn for the better. He found solace in hard work, and offered his service as an indentured servant to none other than Vitus, of the House of Horen. Vitus, taking pity upon the man's apparent misfortune instead offered him a squireship. Rising through the ranks of the Order of the Red Dragon as quickly as any man could, before much time had passed Randy became a Dragon Knight. Red Knights ✠ Ser Jon of House Ballard Black hair and Brown Eyes Little is known of this knight. Serving in the Nauzica and Legion before being knighted. Ser Uthred of House Gromach Orange Hair and Green Eyes Ser Uthred started his career as a soldier under the Margrave of Lorraine, but soon thereafter joined the Imperial Legion, when Cassius Horen was Marshal. He served in countless battles and skirmishes, reaching the rank of Captain. Eventually, he was inducted into the Chapter of the Amber Wolf, alongside Ser Konyves Ivanovich, Ser Darius Ault, and Dame Sophia Halcourt, and knighted. Among his achievements is winning the Haense Joust, saving Imperial forces from the brink of defeat by slaying five orcs during a battle in Curon, and saving the Arch-Chancellor, Edward Morris, from hostage takers, and again after he was shot at the Coronation of the king of Curon by a would-be assassin. Ser Rozmeo of House Kastrovat Known as ‘the Steadfast’ Brown Hair and Blue Eyes Adopted to the Kastrovat name, his forlorn life as an orphan quickly turned to a life for adventure; exploring the realm of Atlas with his guardian Paxton Kastrovat, he’d acquire many trades along the journey. The untimely death of the old man forced Rozmeo to settle in Senntisten, where he enlisted into the King’s Renatian Legion at age fifteen. Over the years he participated in numerous campaigns, his deeds brought him the distinguished title of Imperial Marshal. His most notable feats took place during the onslaught on the Red Vaeyl. Commanding the Carolus Brigade through the Yatl Wasteland and the Canyons of Serrimor, the Legion played crucial parts in the victories of the Siege of Lasthope and the Battle of Caer Baddyn, as well as obtaining key information in regards to the passage through the ice wall. Alongside Ser Aldis Chase and an unknown White Vaeyl, he managed to slay Avendal, the Smoke Drake, in Caer Caedris -- dauntless bravery shown as he slid under the beast and slashed through its stomach. A battle-hardened veteran, a witness to the emergence of the great Empire of Man, his remarkable years of service to the Crown manifests him as one with unwavering loyalty. Prince Vitus of House Horen Known as ‘the Trapper’ Black Hair and Grey Eyes Little is known of Ser Vitus’s youth. Though in his late teenage years, he returned to the Empire and squired to Emperor Antonius. The squire soon became a knight and distinguished himself as one of the most clever men in the Empire, favored by the Emperor for his skill in deception and diplomacy. It was not until the Sacking of Ves that the true ingenuity of Ser Vitus was shown. Rigging the entire Imperial Palace with traps, which allowed the Red Dragon’s to win a 15v40 without losing a single knight. Ser Theobald of House d’Anpalais Brown Hair and Grey Eyes The second son of famed mercenary and Imperial Treasurer Henry Frederick, Theobald spent his formative years within the ranks of the Black Reiter Company where he acquired a talent for the hunting of wild beasts and outlaws. Returned to imperial service by the absence of his brother and his inheritance of the title of Prince of Beaufort, the Prince proved himself as an adept scribe and historian. A squire to the eccentric Ser Carlovac, Theobald collected three-dozen Orcish tusks, the pelt of a Kharajyr, and recited the history of the House of Horen to poetic metre to prove himself. An Imperial partisan, the knight has repeatedly undertaken tasks in the service of the Emperor from hunting down dissident Horens to aiding with the capture of enemy leaders. He oversaw the execution of the Ithelanen captives taken in the raid on Alderyn which prefaced the city’s destruction and is a well-known lyrist. “Weigh the fist that strikes men down And salutes the battle won.” -Unknown Red Knight
  3. ✠ The troupe left the city just as dawn broke, the soft orange glow burnishing their plate and dazzling the peasants labouring in the fields opposite Helena. They were few in number, sat on pack horses that rallied about a small, lumbering wagon. Barely visible behind the blinds was the stooped figure of the Princess, head buried in a cache of documents spread about her lap. The wagon trundled over rutted roads, bouncing about, while the soldiers made their own company with idle whispers. Finally, with twilight now triumphant, the group arrived at the Silver gates they had aimed for and were ushered within the Citadel. Inside were assembled the folk they had come to meet: high-bound Elves, their every move at once graceful and domineering. They had arranged themselves in a gently arcing crescent, awaiting the arrival of the predicted guests. With bread and hospitality extended the talks began, led by the ever-stooped form of the Princess who spoke and persuaded, flanked by the soldiers in red. Before long smiles were exchanged and terms agreed, the journey well worth it. Before the parties turned and split, mutual words were ushered with the hint of a smile: “Desolation.” [!] Attached to the prose is a detailed depiction of the aforementioned pact.
  4. 3andD


    A CAGED ANIMAL An artist’s depiction of the trapped man. A few susurrations of defeat, the creaking of doors and the harrowing sound of a blow to his frame meant the defeat of the man-turned-beast named ‘Chuck’. Perhaps this animal who sought to bring ruin to the Empire is nothing more than a mindless ape, with no wits - unable to save his men from a death full of anguish, as they were trapped within the walls of the Imperial Palace. Such a capture was only an effect to his treacherous intentions, he who attempted to instigate an attack on not only Helena, but every city within the Imperium Septimus. His plan, oh so lacking in ingenuity, was to send soldiers to Reza, Ves, and Helena; Of course, he failed to amount as a victor in these instances. Instead, three crushing defeats were delivered. Like rats, they attempted to squirm in disarray from Reza, though were promptly squashed. Upon their capture, the slaves were confined within the cold iron of our walls . Pigs, they were butchered like pigs in the smoldering ruins of Ves with their guts unrolled out upon the roads. As seen per their multitude of failures, the coalition evidently cannot triumph over our own forces. Perhaps this shall give them a reason to heed the missive that was sent to them and the prophesized outcome. [!] Below is an attached missive! https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/180716-address-to-a-false-claim/ As I began to scribe this missive, another quarrel ensued ‘pon the bridge dubbed “The Bloody Bridge”, no longer however is it stained from the handful of Legionnaires that perished there, but now it is stained red from the insides of “Chuck” and his group of Seventh Sons. The fight did not take long, the men of Our Empire rushed across the bridge stacked with a roster of Haensemen, Legionnaires and Dragon Knights and that was all it took, the Seventh Sons fell swiftly. The worth of these mercenaries does not amount up to much but let us hope they stand true to their word when they ushered out they would disband when they were defeated by the Empire.
  5. The Emperor nods, adding his stamp to it.
  6. i knew i could trust you to do it good work

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    HALFDAN’S FOLLY Issued and Confirmed by His Imperial Majesty, Antonius I of the House of Horen,12th of Harren’s folley, 1710. An Imperial artist’s depiction of Prince Georgius navigating the ruins of Ves c. 1710 “Actions speak louder than words. In the days to come the Goddess of Victory will bestow her laurels only on those who prepared to act with daring.” - Aurelivs Canonivs Horen, c. 1657 The Empire stands triumphant against those who would meddle within the domain of the Divine Crown. The rodent company of the Seventh Sons, wretched bandits and ***** sons have been destroyed under the might of the Imperial boot. The sleeping giant has awoken from its slumber and brung might upon its enemy, banditry and Adrian dissenters, woe to those who would stand against the Divine Crown. To the fragmented Seventh Sons, Your cowardly leader, who launched merciless raids against pregnant women and children has been killed. We rid your band from the city walls of Helena, from the city walls of Reza and from the city walls of Ves whence you ran. The Empire officially dissolves your company of sellswords and decrees henceforth that all in the service of the abolished Seventh Sons to be acting illegally. The use of mercenaries in banditry conflict will no longer be considered legitimate or legal. Return your hired swords to men of noble standing and you will seek a full pardon for the crimes committed. Do not foolishly provoke the giant like the foolish Reiver Company who fell victim to the Empire’s wrath several times. Hail Empire, Hail Humanity, Hail Order IN NOMINE DEI HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Antonius I of the House of Horen, Emperor of Man, King of Renatus, Marna, Mardon, Salvus, Seventis, Savoy, Courland, Santegia, Kaz’Ulrah, and Norland, Duke of the Crownlands, Avar, and Frederica, Count of Helena, Carolustadt, Alamar, Frederica, Thesmer, Thelen, Lorath, and Cantal, Baron of Darkwood, Gravelhold, Fidei Defensor, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, Farfolk, etcetera.
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    AVE IMPERIUM. Issued and Confirmed by His Imperial Majesty, Antonius I of the House of Horen,12th of Harren’s folley, 1710. Triumphant. Victorious. Undefeated. The criers fanned out through the city singing jubilantly of an Imperial success, traitorous Adrians squashed by a superior Imperial force. But it is at a cost, humanity’s ichor stains the marble floor of the Imperial Palace; Heartlander and Highlander alike lay dead, and now hungry, fervent flames devour the city of Ves in its entirety. But the echoes of night shall not have the reverberation of a disunified, broken Empire. No longer will the poison-filled Adrians latch on to Our Empire and sew dissent, chaos and disillusion. Our Empire emerges anew from the flames, the banner of our dragon gripped tightly in the soldiers and men who give it its power, its strength: its unity. This aforementioned unity has resonated in the actions of the noblemen of Our Empire today, the men of Renatus, Curon, and Haense stood beside each other -- as equals as a foe was vanquished, as the bricks of a city crumbled down, engulfed in imperial flame. Truly were these weeds ripped from their roots, forever singed. Let this harrowing night convey a message, a warning to all who think they may prevail over Our Empire of MAN. There is no prose that can be formed in which the Empire shall fall and lose; Our peoples stand together in unwavering unison, and respect their brethren that spans across Kingdom to Kingdom. Our Empire shall remain triumphant. The Empire stands as one. Ave Imperium. IN NOMINE DEI HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Antonius I of the House of Horen, Emperor of Man, King of Renatus, Marna, Mardon, Salvus, Seventis, Savoy, Courland, Santegia, Kaz’Ulrah, and Norland, Duke of the Crownlands, Avar, and Frederica, Count of Helena, Carolustadt, Alamar, Frederica, Thesmer, Thelen, Lorath, and Cantal, Baron of Darkwood, Gravelhold, Fidei Defensor, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, Farfolk, etcetera. HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, King Marius II of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Kusoraev, Dules, Ulgaard, Lahy, Sorbesborg and Slesvik, Duke of Adria, Margrave of Rothswald, Count of Karikhov, Baranya, Kavat, Karovia, Torun, and Kaunas, Viscount of Alamar, Baron of Valwyk, Rostig, Esenstadt, Krepost and Kralta, Lord of the Westfolk, Lord of Markev, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Ser Wilhelm I Karl of House Devereux the King of Curonia, Duke of Curon & Umbra, Count of Cyrilsburg & Avalain, Baron of Arisan, Blackreach, Rivia, & Vasile, Lord of Bear Mountain, Blackden, & Drakov, Grand Knight of the Order of Ursus, and Archchancellor of the Empire of Man
  9. COME SWIFTLY FALSE PRINCE Issued and confirmed by His Imperial Majesty, Antonius of the House of Horen, 10th of the Suns Smile, 1710 Tactful words penned to paper with eloquent wording and deceiving intentions have been scribed by the Rurics of the past to describe their desperate pleas at the hands of “cruel”, bygone Empires. Thus, let us not forget the defeats of Norland and the Ruric-sons in the continent of yore, in which there have been three of such. I convey a message for Doran of the House of Ruric, a simple request to the “Bulwark of Norlandic Peoples”: Come, share your story within the jewel of the Empire, arrive to the city named after my own mother, Helena. I persist in being the King of Norland and thus it would behoove us to convene, not through letters, but in person - where a man’s character can truly be judged. And you can have due room to explain yourself for the titles that have been stolen, Vilachia from the Raev, Ashford from the Savoyards and the Bulwark of Norland from the Imperials. But let this missive not undermine what we know of the intentions of you and your kin; the peoples of Clan Ruric have always had a singular mindset, primal in its make: to eradicate the prosperity, unification, and peace that Our Empire strives for. Do not think I have not observed the alliances you are attempting to stir with the empty, baseless forewarnings of an incoming Imperial threat upon others’ lands and livelihoods. And so, I do solicit you to remember the actions of your ancestors to prevent any bloodshed of your peoples -- no human lives need be to taken. [!] Attached are a set of documents. @Malgonious Our people, our armies, and most of all, our Empire is not afraid and shall not be afraid - history has spoken out many times before for the same result to ensue. Let us hope you shall not delve in to the same mistakes as your kin. Arrive to Helena, ‘Good Prince’. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. IN NOMINE DEI HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Antonius I of the House of Horen, Emperor of Man, King of Renatus, Marna, Mardon, Salvus, Seventis, Savoy, Courland, Santegia, Kaz’Ulrah, and Norland, Duke of the Crownlands, Avar, and Frederica, Count of Helena, Carlostadt, Alamar, Frederica, Thesmer, Thelen, Lorath, and Cantal, Baron of Darkwood, Gravelhold and Pascha, Fidei Defensor, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, Farfolk, etcetera
  10. You literally got banned for cheating. How is that an unwritten rule? on any hcf server you would be instant banned for refusal to screenshare or even having vape/auto clicker’s in your chrome history.
  11. wtf is this? I wasn’t even online, stop RPing a fake agenda and spinning a false narrative lol. You dodge and ignore skirm request, but logged on when we’re offline to kill roleplayers and record it, well played dude. ))
  12. QUESTION NOT THE CROWN “Strength and growth come only through continuous effort and struggle.” We pen these words with a heavy heart, laid low with fresh anxiety over the future of Our people. Not since the times of insidious civil strife that plagued the crown of Oren prior to the great Empire my forefather John once governed and oversaw have people so openly challenged the supremacy of the Crown itself and yet attempted to garb their criticism behind honeyed tongues and supposedly well-intentioned desire for change, aiming all the same to erode Our Throne. Yet as We write these words We are struck by how empty this parchment which the craven folk who have signed it - unable even to approach Us at Our court and look face-to-face - lies. It is not a document to shake the earth, detailing the great tyrannies of an inept ruler. It is the bitter ramblings of a craven minstrel raised high above his station who is upset that We did not attend his wedding. Hark, We say, to these fools who question Our Throne. This missive, signed by these Councillors, accuses Us of allowing insecurity and uncertainty to fester. We shall heed their words, and end this state of affairs. For too long We have allowed this realm of Adria to exist as an appendage to the Realm; they are indeed to distant from the fraternity of Men. They prove this with their very actions - they consort with brigands and our rivals, offering open custom to the Reivers and the so-called men of Nottingham. The same Nottingham men who flew their banner when they attempted a failed attack upon my Fiancé while she was traveling with my Dragon Knights. These men, whom have signed treaties with enemies of man in years past. Such crimes shall not go unnoticed. How dare this minstrel question my Councillors when he openly aids and abets foul enemies of this Empire, a dark force who have openly made clear their attempts to ally with Our enemies and seek the destruction of this Realm. I shall lay low the apprehension of Our Adrian people. They shall evict and banish the men of Nottingham, allowing not a single one to stay within their realm. They shall join us in our battle against banditry, evicting and banishing the men of the Reivers and putting any one which they can find to the sword instantly. They shall offer up the Lord Demetrio to Our agents to be executed and beheaded for the crime of assault and attempting to murder one of Our trusted Councillors. I shall send my Dragon Knights with my full Imperial authority. To ensure this treasonous behavior comes to a halt. Should any harm beseech them, I will treat it as an act of aggression. They may put any they see acting against the Crown to death, or try them in Imperial court. You will give them full access to Ves, keeping no door locked from them. I shall obtain due payment for your attack on our Archbishop. You allowed a man of Adria to lay hands on a man of the cloth. For this, you shall pay the Holy See in Mina and Relic. No harm shall ever come to a man of the church under my rule. It is only this action which can restore Our Empire to its harmonious union; only by addressing the darkness within Adria can the Men whom We love as brothers and desire only to see live side by side with us return to the fold of the Empire and live safely and securely.  [!] Below is proof that Nottingham is an enemy of Man IN NOMINE DEI HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Antonius I of the House of Horen, Emperor of Man, King of Renatus, Marna, Mardon, Salvus, Seventis, Savoy, Courland, Santegia, and Norland, Duke of the Crownlands, Avar, and Frederica, Count of Helena, Carlostadt, Alamar, Frederica, Thesmer, Thelen, Lorath, and Cantal, Baron of Darkwood, Gravelhold, Pesha, and Eastcliffe, Fidei Defensor, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, Farfolk, etcetera HIS MAJESTY, Marius II of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Kusoraev, Dules, Ulgaard, Lahy, Sorbesborg and Slesvik, Margrave of Rothswald, Count of Karikhov, Baranya, Kavat, Karovia, Torun, and Kaunas, Viscount of Alamar, Baron of Valwyk, Rostig, Esenstadt, Prikaz, Krepost and Kralta, Lord of the Westfolk, Lord of Markev, etcetera HIS MAJESTY, Ser Wilhelm Devereux I, King of Curonia, Duke of Curon and Umbra, Count of Cyrilsburg and Avalain, Baron of Arisan, Blackreach, Rivia, and Vasile, Castellan of Drakov and Blackden, Archchancellor of the Empire of Man, and Grand Knight of the Order of the Ursus
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