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  1. 3andD

    ON STRANGER TIDES

    A hooded figure simply grins
  2. 3andD

    A RETURN TO DUST

    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.
  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

    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

  7. 3andD

    HALFDAN'S FOLLY

    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.
  8. 3andD

    AVE IMPERIUM

    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
  13. The Crimson Silver Concordat “Peace be upon us.” 6th of Owyns Flame, 1706 This pact hereby entails the principles to an accord agreed upon by the signees, to be adhered to by both their respective civilians and military alike. Should either principle be broken by a respective participant of either nation, then a truce will be inherently invoked, ergo allowing a maximum of three saints days wherein efforts to re-evaluate the accord, and, or, deem the accord no longer viable. Henceforth, both parties will adhere to a strict non-aggression agreement that will be enforced. Regarding the flow of goods and trade, no customs will discourage any exchange. Mobility between the nations will be enforced by both, and the roads swept of bandits who may harass our fair people. Both parties will aid one another in obtaining fugitives and criminals to their respective civilisation, unless one has a pact with said respective nation from which the fugitive hails from. Both parties will aid one another in the defensive means of any of the signatories providing they are aggressed upon. Recognising the supremacy each signatory holds over their race (High Elf, Man.) if this supremacy is contested then for the duration of the situation -- the pact will ascend into a full alliance. His Imperial Highness, Charles of the House of Horen Maheral, Dimaethor Visaj 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, Alamar, Frederica, Thesmer, Thelen, Lorath, and Cantal, Baron of Darkwood, Gravelhold, Fidei Defensor, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, Farfolk, etcetera.
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