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14th of the Grand Harvest, Year 111. NOTICE OF JUST COMEUPITS It is hereby enshrined by the “signatories” in sardonic flair that the Vale of Nevaeh’len saw fit to challenge the Fisher’s Union in combat after unduly partaking in the crimes of tax evasion, illegal fishing in Urguani borders, and the undue restrictions against incoming persons, goods, and Fisherman operatives. As a consequence, we slew your constables when they tried to overwhelm us, and we do not regret acting in self-defense upon being probed by the unlawful terrorist organization that inhabits your desolate woodland fortress. While your political extremism may seem to be normal to you, we in the Union are secular, and believe in the right for an individual’s own self-determination with regards to the faith or guiding philosophies they choose for their life. As such, two prominent officials were arrested when trying to enact unruly violence against us, among them the Warlord Eonan and his wife the unruly Bloody Ginger With Many Wives, of whom I hold and afford deep respect. Nonetheless, she did not pay her taxes, and attempted to hinder Fisher’s Union operations. You have three choices: a.) Pay 500 minas per individual (2) for their release. A total lump sum of 1,000 minas paid to the Ferrymen at Stone Tower in good faith. b.) To meet us in combat at Stone Tower, we will engage you in the field. If you win, you get them back. If you lose, we kill all of you and let them go, with a couple of injuries. You may bring allies to assist you. c.) You do nothing and we just do whatever we want with them within reason. Injure, maim, maybe even kill them. We wish you luck in dictating the best way going forward. Even if you are a terrorist organization, we desire only for the good working peoples of Almaris to flourish, so please make the choice to do right by your people and pay us our tithe that we are owed. If you refuse, you will find your woods plagued by us like locusts, and like termites we shall wreak destruction on your hollow, subpar living conditions. With love, The Ferrymen & Scallywags, Pavel the Scallywag "The Gallant and Excitable" Vyllaenen "The Chief" Kho'Gorkil "The Armwrestler" Santiago "The Seductive" Abderzak "The Ambling" Pok'Gorkil "The Greater" Ronaldo "The Rambunctious" Leyenda "The Lab Rat" Arendriel "The Heavyweight Champ of the Vale" [!] Additionally, a map is attached. 1601 71 540 - By Eastshore, towards Urgwan.

As the Norlanders never showed up to save their Queen, she was kept captive. The Ruthern forces in tandem with their allies used a raid ladder to clamber over the walls of Alisgrad and then slaughtered several citizens and attempted to besiege the city's coffers. All in all, the raiding party was successful, and then retreated to Vidaus after reaping death and destruction throughout the city and its surrounding countryside.

Scallywag Petyr stands there with his Thanhic-Steel sword, preparing himself for the combat to come. "I don't care much for religion, but dead Norlanders will no doubt honour the fallen Margrave of Arichsdorf, and so I shall fight against them bitterly until I stand at the precipice of their gates, and lay waste to them like the Kings of Old."

Scallywag Petyr and Jimarcus lead a small party to capture the Norlander queen. "Better come and get her. - With love, Petyr the Scallywag" [!] A map is attached to the end for Norlandic forces to meet the Hansetians in battle. [COORDS: -88, 124, -2472]

"I don't forgive you," said Cathair aen Sov menacingly. "You move, I'll send you a letter. You twitch, I'll send you a letter. You cry, I'll send you a letter later. Keep your chin up Ms. Dubh Ainmhi, there is forgiveness for you in all of our hearts, you beautiful bastard."

Locked. I think the thread as it was moments earlier itself reveals the reason. In the future, please be deliberate, concise and well-spoken with your criticism. Do not devolve to ad hominem, etc... Also remember to follow Community Guidelines.

A figure bearing a thanhic-steel sword in the narrow hallway, swung out into the darkness with a broad sweep of the weapon, cleaving the head from a small rat-like biped that attacked him. The icy steel shone like a beacon as several pairs of red eyes leered out at him from the vestigial darkness that cloaked their movements. And again and again did the experienced Knight do away with the creatures, his chest heaving as now he made his descent further into the ruins of a house in Old Luciensburg. Once, his father had inhabited this house, until it had fallen to Ratiki occupation some thirty-years ago. With time to himself at last, he opened a letter from a friend, and realized where the time had gone. There was no longer any time to say goodbye. Yet, the Knight ardently believed it made no difference whether or not he was there, he burned the letter and then offered the simmering flames of the warm and cracked fireplace a gentle salute, his arm crossed up over his chest with his balled mail fist put to his breast with clenched fingers. ”Breathe well,” pronounced Ivanovich. “And die well. Goodbye, King of Hanseti. I’ve no doubt my wife shall be pleased by your demise; but you were a friend to me, and our similarities far outnumbered our differences.”

( @Werew0lfso where does The Owl fit into all of this ? )

The elf Aegnor of House Sov thusly pursued the Oracle, seeking for her assistance with regards to the divination of his future.

Thread is now permanently locked. I advise reaching out to a moderator for discretionary counsel or leaving one another alone. Happy New Years!

Political power, properly so called, is merely the organised power of one class for oppressing another. - Karl Marx

((Thread unlocked. Argumentative posts hidden with accordance to Forum Policy. This is not a Debate Forum, whether or not the comment at the end is a statement of fact or not is irrelevant. If further Moderator purview is required, both sides are free to reach out for Moderator consultation in-game or on the forums. Major gripes between players should be addressed politely between both parties over Discord or the Forums. Edit, 9:47 AM: Mordu's post is unhidden as it doesn't violate our rules, and serves as a personal defense. That being said, I remain very firm in saying you both should either: A.) Resolve this matter between yourselves and eliminate any bad blood. B.) Pursue Moderator involvement if either of you feel that sufficient rules were broken, or that there is "libel" involved (inaccurate information). To me, it seems to me like a matter of different perspectives that can be reconciled without Moderator involvement. But if somebody is required, feel free to modreq.))

If you need to ask others whether or not to play, I don't recommend playing. Play if you want to, if not, play something else! Can always play in the future if you change your mind.

Paul sips a coffee while contemplating his next plan for a meal that following evening. He set about in the kitchen preparing Char de canaud to celebrate his recent successes.

We didn't always get along but for the most part I consider you one of the more interesting people I've met on the server. Peace, bro.

From a science perspective, yeah ML is awesome. That being said, fascination with the robot being able to emulate new things aside, the story it generated was rather drab. It has a weakness where it’s very unspecific and unable to really write with the same level of specificity and depth a human narrator would. I always find the new tools coming out very interesting, because it raises interesting points about human creativity. I’m interested in seeing where ML/AI goes.

"Good lad," said a Scallywag Peter donning the bandana of his fallen comrade, Valentin Mareno. "Shame they remain beneath a despotic wretch. Someday, all these lands shall be free again, and the principles of the Imperial past shall be laid to rest once for all.

Dope!

The coniferous trees were steep with rainwater, the scent of pine needles and smoke palpable to the Knight as he contemplated the arduous task that lay before him. He pondered his conversation with Sir Edmond of the Blackwald days earlier and the worries shared to him by other members of the Circle of the Eagle. The words of his cousin Leonid Vilacz rang true in his ears still, though he did not know the man. He considered that letter he had received, remembering the five minutes he spent standing at the top of his tower, reading the unfurled scroll between his fingers, the letter bearing a waxen seal of a two-headed crow etched in crimson ink. Blood is blood and blood runs deep. Steep is the blood that binds us, even steeper still the blood our ancestors spilled for us to be here. Be amongst your own kind. Your kinsman, Leonid Sir Paul Montalt saddled his horse and then grasped it by the reins, the gallant steed steered along to cross down the cobbled worn path down the hills of the lands that were once Mardon. Renilde I, Archduchess of the Commonwealth of the Petra, could see a sword planted in the hallowed ground of her garden before the Ducal Seat in Downtown. Before long, the figure departed and crossed the threshold leaving into town, flinging his wrists forwards with the soft clack of his horse's reigns as he galloped off into the distance as night befell him. To Renilde Temesch Et Moere, Dear child, you have not had it easy in recent years. Yet, I have watched you grow from a calm young girl into the leader of a vast nation. It is my greatest regret that I could not train you in the use of the blade. Your studies however made that impossible. With the death of your father, I remained to ensure you stayed alive. I would take that arrow for you again, and again, and again to ensure your continued safety. I now have a higher calling. In going to Petra, I sought to prove to myself that I could be a Knight, as I intended to be while training under Sir Gustaf de Vilain, the Baron of Acre, may God rest his soul. However, I came to understand my late mentor’s impulses – the desire for Revolution, it burns deep within the recesses of my soul. I seek a world without kings, a world without queens, a world without lords. A world where war is all but gone, and the only true war is class conflict. This dream is a great lie, a fiction, yet the impulse carries sway in my heart all the same. Were I to remain, I might find myself your enemy, and I desire to end the cycle of violence. Once, I was a bastard by the name of Barrow, and my cousin was the Bastard of Reutov. Together, we toppled the Empire, and slew the Emperor. I killed Lord Carrion’s son and I do not regret it for an instant. Meeting a kindred soul such as the late Sir Mareno was gracious for me. Upon his demise, it reminded me of the madness that motivates men, and not too long ago after this, disaster destroyed my home in Petra. It reaffirmed what I have always been thinking, that the bureaucratic core of the Petran Regime was all but a sham and systems that divide men only serve to drive them mad. It is fated to be so, that I am to saddle my charger now and carry myself to join the other Raevir. My negative impulses would have no doubt driven me to be an enemy of Humanity. So, I cast my shackles aside, and I renounce my oath to you. I am an impious man. I am moved by actions and not by words. Unchained, I shall do more services to the annals of our shared future histories than if I were to remain by your side; nothing but a lackluster shadow overpowered by the State and its bureaucrats. May God bless you and yours, and may your husband treat you kindly. Signed fondly, Paul Dmitrievich Montalt

Eli and his "Mod Friend", colorized, c. 2022 @MaltaMoss

miss u bro hope ur doing good also ur not banned, and aeus isn't either, dw hit me up in another 8 months and lets hop on kits so u can kill me with a bucket and fishing rod

I’ve lost hair follicles in service to my buds Defy, Charlemagne, and Mogroka.

how’s it feel knowing that I can watch your rp in vanish and admonish you for your weird Derfey dinkleberg celia’norian neighbor rp?