yopplwasupxxx

I don't really care if guns are a thing or not, I just wanted to rp my Hamilton-Burr duel with rhys and quote hamilton the play. I did it once in a private event which affected literally nobody, after that never rped having a pistol since. I've seen kids rp pokemon duels for gods sakes and not get banned. I wish to appeal to the Politburo, please do not do this

King Stefan Karl van Haense, 1616 Fredek var Robert, Oil. "Sister.” A groan, “What now?” “Do not tell me you fail to see what happens before us?” The first voice asks again, almost in a hiss. In the ever-expanding void, the sound echoes throughout. “A tragedy, truly.” The second voice responded, much like the previous. Both tones female, they radiate in almost celestial qualities- while speaking in the common tongue, their speech sounds otherworldly, exotic. The first sister clicks his tongue, “I believe it is time for us to decide.” “Finally.” She chastises, “Oh, stop you fiend. I know what you wish to do.” It was time for the second sister to tut, “There can be no life without death, dear sis.” “And there can be no death without life.” She reminded matter-of-factly, her plasmoid hands waving in the hazy voidal power around them. In the clear nothing of the Void stood two daemons of unseen power, gods amongst the mortals and stronger than any of the greatest mages. One shined in pure white and gold and silver, a cladescent mirage of colors, vibrant and full of life. The other was nearly pitch black and brown and every assortment of dark shades, gloomy yet comforting. Both reflected upon each other, twin sisters which held the greatest leash known to man. It was Life who broke the silence, “His continued life would cause thousands to perish.” Death sneered, “And his death would save thousands more.” Within the cloud formed before the beings, images formed before them. Scenes of life, memories of their target danced a mile of a minute. And within the center laid a sick man, a man supposedly in his prime. “I say, this is…” Life began. “Quite the dilemma.” Death finished. “You know our agreement, sister.” Life waged her angelic finger before her sibling, “This one is mine. You had the last pick, I deserve my due.” She growled, “That is unfair. Last was a petty dispute.” “Life is not fair.” “But death is.” “Hah! You are amusing, sister.” “Then a wager? Unless you think father does not favor you?” As if on cue, Death produced the die from his primordial form. “Gambling? Tsk, tsk.” She shook her head. If a daemon could smile, Death did, “Now what will it be?” “You know I can never disregard such.” She harumphed. “Fine. But if I lose, the other is mine. That is fair.” “As they speak in the heavens, vice versa.” Death waved her hand about, “Are you ready to begin? I prefer not to be tardy.” “Yes, yes.” Life placed her hand upon Death’s, the duality of darkness and life mixing into a form unknown to any mortal mind. Pure energy spewed out from their union, illuminating the void into a swirl of light and dark, almost like shadows dancing upon the flames of a campfire. The die shot from their joined hands. It shook the vacuum to its very core. In all directions, the anguish cries of billions of entrapped and damned mortals could be heard. The very bridges between the worlds quaked violently. Bouncing to and fro, the die finally settled, the eternal nothingness returning to permanent stillness. One sister sister gave a bratty sneer, the other cursed lowly. “You cheated.” Stefan Karl, Duke van Markev (aged 10) Francois Louis, Baron d’Olest. Oil. The king groaned, his neck swelled to a point of almost perpetual suffocation. Boils wroughted his body, bloody ooze and pus leaked from multiple pores. Maids came frequently to wash his skin and sores, though it brought little comfort to his impending fever and desolate chills. He wheezed, entering a coughing fit, his face red in exertion. His face burned in shame as the maids tended their duties, the back pain making the sovereign unable to walk to the privy. The guards soon ushered the girls out, leaving Stefan alone in his room. Silent. His gaze remained on the ceiling above- the lightly-painted board his only visual comfort. His lungs expanded and collapsed, his breath annoying sound. It hurt his ears, yet he must breathe. How annoying, so annoying. He closed his eyes, his mind trying to enter elsewhere. Anywhere, honestly, he did not care this burning moment. He nestled his head into the propped feather pillow. A semblance of peace, hopefully. “Oh you lout, wake up.” The king’s eyes shot open, almost instinctively attempting to jump up, yet his physical ailment holding him to merely curse and moan in pain. He scanned the room, before setting his eyes upon a young woman with black hair, almost.. Almost too black. It sent chills down Stefan’s spine, even for just a short few second glance. “Who in Owyn’s flaming cock are you, eh?” He coughed, “I told the maids off.” “Oho, you are lucky you are so pitiful, King. Most men never would live to even say that to me.” She strode over to the king’s bedside, her long, black dress lazily flowing about her. She sat next to him. Another coughing fit, “Who in.. who are you?” “You will find out soon enough.” She snorts, “You are smart enough, hm? Much more so than your weak father, what was his name?” “Do not sp-..” He exasperates, before shooting out a swath of bile and mucus. The woman laughed. “Marius was his name, was it? Look at you, papa’s boy, even now you try to defend him. But for what? You left you, remember. Just like mamej, just like Pete. Do you deny it?” The king blinked, taken aback. Stefan Karl var Marian Barbanov, known as King Stephen of Haense, was the second son of former King Marius of Haense and younger brother to the lesser known, uncrowned King Peter II of Haense. The spare to the heir, and a healthy heir to that, Stefan was typically left in the shadow to his older brother, who prefered in the southern courts and trained to eventually retake the northern throne under intervention of the Kingdom of Mardon and other northern refugee irregulars. However, with the quick and surprising death of both his father and older brother to the deadly bout of measles, young Stefan was thrust into the limelight as the patriarch of the Royal House of Barbanov, and to many of his family’s legitimists, the heir to the Carrion crown and its inherent implications. The youth fell under heavy influence from multiple lords who sought to control the youngster, most importantly the Prince of Pruvia, Frederick Augustus and his cousin Henry Otto, Count of Bihar. "No? I thought not.” She snickered, one leg now propped upon the other. Her hands searched for his thigh, stroking it. Through the pain and anguish the king was in, he emitted a groan. She laughed, “Death strokes your thigh and you still squeal like a pig. But what can you expect?” “Wha-.. what?” He blubbered out. “Your life was gambled. And sadly, you lost. Though do not worry, rest assured everything you built will fall to ruin.” His eyes widened, his hands gripping the bed sheets, “Nie- no, no, silence you wench. You are false, false, I say false! Guards, GUA--....” His vocal cords closed suddenly, and he began to choke. “Silence your tongue, fool, else I will rip you to the void right now. Do you understand?” The king merely gave a nod in his struggle. She let him go. He gasped for air as he could. She laughed, “Heh, now as I was saying- do not fret. You are lucky I am fair in deals, I am to give you ‘comfort’. No, not that comfort you pig.” She snapped. “I.. die? Please, no, please, please, please..” He pleaded. “The die has been cast, king. It is to happen.” Death checked her nails as Stefan weeped, tears swelling in his eyes. “Oh, do not cry. I must say, I am rather impressed. You, in some miracle, turned not to be such a pawn as others thought you’d be. Surprising, truly.” Following the successful Greyspine Rebellion of 1609 led to a power vacuum in the northern states. The sudden retreat of King Joseph de Aleksandria from Haense mainland left a vast swath of land in control of numerous lords, all vying for power. The principal house of the rebellion, the Ruthern family, aspired and very much was claiming the northern crown for themselves, having the avid support of King Odo de Lotharingia and many southern lords. Fearing for their own worldly possessions as well as the distrust with the Ruthern family itself, the largest houses of the former Kingdom of Haense: including, the Kovachev family and the Vanir family, created a coalition amongst themselves to combat the selection of a Ruthern king. In an act to rival their claim, they suggested a Duma, a senate of electors to choose their own sovereign. With Ruthern’s failure to consolidate control over the council itself, it came to be packed with supporters of both of the senior houses. The Marquise van Vasiland and the Duke van Carnatia threw their support into the young Stefan Karl, son of the former King Marius, in hopes of both protecting their reestablished control over their estates and check monarchical powers in their favor. A split in the Yellow Party (come to be known for their iconic yellow lilies worn upon their hats to signify support) occurred when disagreements came to the selected council for the underage candidate led to the rise of lesser nobles in support of Adolphus Vyronov. The Duma was effectively split in three, the predominate Yellow Party, composed of elder lords and ancient nobility, the more populist White Party in support of Lord Vyronov, made up of many minor lordlings and knights, and finally the Greyspine Party, a cohort of veteran soldiery in support of the young Count of Metterden as king. The Ruthern’s unpopularity to the noble duma left them shunned from majority of the noble groups, and while Lord Vyronov gathered a staunch support base, the Yellow Party won in a landslide. In a quick urge to solidify the newly-elected King Stephen to the northern throne, he was crowned in the Hochspitze Palace on 6 Snow Maiden, 1610. The National Congress of the Duma convenes, 1610 Balthazar van Roetgen, 5th Baron van Roetgen, Oil. "You are a peculiar man, king.” Death chimed, her pale face revealing a cocky, almost sarcastic and condescending smile, “Though, for what exactly?” "How.. how you mean?” "You could have easily remained under the control of others, allowed yourself a peaceful existence to hunt and wench, stewardship buggered be to the others.” He swats her hand to prove a point, “They did not expect you lead. You could be a much more happier man.” "I am happy.” He responded curtly, almost venomously. "Is that why you cried to the priest for a son? Is that why I saw you drafting a bastard of all to be your silly heir?” When he did not respond, Death continued on her rant, “Oh, you still blame that cold ***** for his death, don’t you? Still bitter, tut tut, that is not healthy.” She leaned forward, trailing her finger on his chin. "Not like it matters now, hm?” King Stephen married once in his life, to the Princess Elizabeth Maria of Courland, the sister of his elder rival King Joseph of Courland shortly after his coronation. His council were the ones to arrange the peace deal between the two nations, in hopes of creating a peace- one of the first and last decisions composed by the lords without the full consent of the new sovereign. They married within Hochspitze Palace (same place as Stephen’s coronation) in 1611, with his cousin Henry Otto, Count of Bihar, acting in proxy for the marriage. They fully consummated their union years later in 1613, shortly before the foundations of the City of Alban. The marriage was classified as a strange and typically unhappy one, and while producing one healthy daughter Victoria Catherine (Naumarian: Viktoria Katherina), they failed in the creation of a male heir, which set both the Haensic noble elite and the crumbling Courlander royal house on edge. His wife, the Queen-Consort Elizabeth of Aleksandria, sat as a mostly unpopular queen. While the nobility quietly supported the marriage, the lower burghers and peasantry saw it as a outrage, a slight to the former men who fought dying for the kingdom not a few years before. Atleast one notable riot broke out in 1615 over the matter, though it was quickly subdued by royal forces. The marriage reached a breaking in 1618, where the believed healthy son (prematurely named as Petyr Karl) was strangled by the umbilical during the birth. Combined with family stress, resentment from both of her husband, fellow ladies and the peasantry in whole, the Queen is believed to have committed suicide a year later in 1619, though foul play was suspected from those in the royal court. Queen Elizabeth Maria of Aleksandria, 1617 Heinrik van der Roode, Oil. "I wish…” He began, his voice trembling. "For what? A healthy son? A woman who wasn’t trying to cuck you for some knight or lordling? A wise woman once told me, life is not fair.” He used his boil-ridden hand to wipe away his tears. “And what does it care now? Nether, what even ambitions did you have?” "To... to lead the kingdom, prosperity, al-..” "Cut me the hogwash, ****.” He gave a light swat upon the king, who merely growled out in agony. Her face scrunched together, “You did not plot to remove an Emperor and his succeeding fool of an uncle to ‘lead’ to the Kingdom, now did you?” He grunted, “You know nothing of what I had to do.” "That is where you are wrong, dear king. I know exactly what you did. Everything, from when you are born from when you eventually reach the age of expire. You are a dreamer, king, a man who sought some out-of-reach higher station. And all dreamers are fools, king.” "Then tell me, you mouthed trencher.” He cursed back, “You doubt what I did was for the ill of reasons. Lackland left our human state into ruin, a treacherous leech. You cannot deny that. The longer he remained upon the Dragon Throne, the sooner our destruction by another rabble or horselords and fiends.” To that, she fell silent. Through a convention of noble lords, most importantly the High Kings of Man: Haense, Mardon, Lorraine and Courland, the Horen-scion John Godwin, Prince d’Alstion, was elected to the Imperial Throne in 1614 as John V. His accession marked the continued struggle between the Kingdom of Lotharingia and the mercenary army of the Romstun family, which captured a majority of the Lorrainer countryside by 1616. Despite a marriage between the Emperor and one of the king’s sisters shortly after his coronation in 1615, the Imperial State failed to actively stop the ever-approaching army towards Metz. It was only after King Hugues d’Lotharingia was captured and flayed alive that conflict eventually ended, with the new monarch Leufroy adopting the lesser title of Archduke and the Romstun family remaining in de facto control of nearly half the original royal crownlands. Trouble also brewed in the quickly-collapsing Kingdom of Courland, which saw a multitude of rebellions after their failure to quell the Greyspine Rebellion of 1609. In what many considered an ill-opportune choice, the Emperor supported the King Joseph over the rebel coalition, launching a combined operations of anti-Imperial states joining forces to push the Empire out of Asul, and eventually, dismantle Imperial Authority once again. Emperor John V failed to maintain an active and deliberate defense, which led to two crushing defeats by Duke Abdes de Savin, recoiling back the fumbling Imperial Army. With this all, King Stephen consolidated his power to not become one of the Empire’s most senior and powerful peers, but also one of the richest. Securing a large bounty of money through the Pruvian Inheritance and deals with moneylenders, Stefan amassed a sizeable fortune, becoming one of the Empire’s richest vassals and for a short time, the richest lord in all of Oren. Through a centralization plan orchestrated by his cousin and Palatine Henry Otto, the kingdom also became the most sizeable force within the Imperial State, contributing nearly half the army leading to the Siege of Trier in 1619. In a secret meeting, the Archduke of Lorraine, Leufroy Augustus d’Amaury, the King of Haense Stefan Karl var Marian, and finally the former emperor Robert of Marna convened shortly before the Siege of Trier in the spring to deliberate a plan. In a pact of alliance, a provisional government was supported under leadership of Robert of Marna, in case of an Imperial defeat at the next battle. When the Emperor perished shortly after the battle, some claiming a death in battle while others professed diabolical intent, the three peers quickly seized control of the government, with Robert arriving first in the city to proclaim himself Lord High Protector of the Empire. Stephen, the King of Haense, was the last to reach the city and declare loyalty to the Lord Protector. The plot quickly came to light, and while numerous lords supported the quick intervention of the vassals, many placed their blame upon King Stephen, who thought him abusing his untypical power to achieve in his own interests in the south-based government. "We, not just I, replaced him.” "And you shortly replaced him, through your own petty interests.” He replied with a raised brow, “He was one of the last competent men of that family. A shame he abdicated so soon, when he gave such power to his wretched younger brother.” "You do not understand.” "Then explain it!” She cried out, “What? You think he was to remove your power? Actually, heh, I would not have put that past him. Though I know your deal with him, the fool Peter. Look how great he has done now.” He turned his head away, “A marriage with that family, the Romstuns. And still they now toil to war, because of the death of that other Philip mite.” "Do not remind me.” He wheezed. "Ah, not quite the fan of him? Though plots of assassinations rarely put men in good light, now do they?” He twisted around to face her, “Yes, I know of that too. Nor is there much you can do me knowing now, can you? Will you shoot me as you shot Robert?” "Shut up.” She gave a toothy, unsettling grin, “A nerve, eh?” She reached out for the ivory pistol which laid on Stefan’s sidetable, putting it to her temple. “These weapons are grand, are they not? Tools of destruction. By one click…” She pulls the trigger, with Stefan flinching back, though not bullet came out, “... a man is dead.” King Stefan Karl, 1622 Fredek var Robert, Oil. Yet the reign of the Lord High Protector did not last long. During the peace talks between the Dwarven Urguan state and the Empire itself, with delegation led by Robert of Marna himself, King Stephen retired to Hochspitze Palace in a private meeting between the former Emperor’s brother, Peter Sigismund and the Prince of Pruvia. Although the meeting was not recorded nor do historians known what was directly discussed, a secret pact was created between Peter and Stephen. In an act of perceived betrayal, both soldiers loyal to Peter and retainers sent by Stephen seized the Imperial Palace and proclaimed Peter as Emperor Peter II. Many lords quickly followed suit in supporting Peter, including the Lord Halcourt (formerly, a staunch opponent against Stephen) and the reluctant agreement of the new council. Despite the pact between the new Emperor and Stephen, the north-south split became a gaping hole, and Stephen’s reputation suffered tremendously. In the famous words of Prince Philip Owyn d’Corazon, he was known amongst the Imperial Circle as a ‘social deviant’ and outcasted from majority of any Imperial governance. From this point on Stephen remained in Haense, only riding south once during the talks between the Clan of Frostbeard and the Emperor in 1620. The relationship of Stephen and Robert continued to sour soon after, with a fierce hatred developing between the two. One recorded assassination attempt was discovered, hired by Robert of Marna, in 1620, though the attempt was quickly put out through insider knowledge of the plot. In 1622, they reached a breaking point in communication and a duel was challenged by Robert to Stephen. The pistol duel between the former Lord High Protector and the King of Haense became the first of its kind on the Oren mainland, using smuggled firearms from the Aeldinic continent. In a believed lucky stroke, Stephen shot Robert dead in a single shot, Robert himself failing to score a hit upon the king. This opened a new wave of gentlemanly pistol duels through the Empire proper, and in only a few decades would become one of the principle ways of trials by combat. "You know, king, I betted against you.” Death commented, his fingers sliding up and down the ivory handle of the pistol. "A poor gambler you are.” He coughed, “I shot him dead without a scratch upon me.” "Ahah, but now, king, I get to finally claim you as mine.” She hissed in return, turning her full attention upon the ill monarch. “I do feel sorry, I truly do.” "Why.. why me? I-... war is on the precipice, there…” "Fate happens for a reason, king, and so does death.” She put the pistol down, folding his arms, “And in the end, no matter what man thinks of you now, you will sure to understand you changed the world, for the better or for the worse.” "My-my.. Jakob, I wish to speak to him, please..” "Hmm? Oh?” "If I am to die, please.. I beg of you, just… let me see him one last time.” She wrinkled her nose and clapped her hands. King Stephen was cut short at the age of 27, with modern doctors pointing the likely culprit to be Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, or more commonly known as Hodgkin’s Disease- a cancer affecting the lymph nodes, which eventually reached his lungs and would die a slow suffocation by its hands. His demise would mark the beginning of a new war between the Imperial State and the Romstun family, the unlikely succession of his uncle Otto Henry, Duke van Greywyn to the northern throne, and a future with many unsure what it will hold. Through his personal work with his Palatine of the Realm, Henry Otto of Bihar, the Kingdom of Haense rose from a poor backwater to becoming one of the strongest, if not the strongest, vassal in the Empire. His riches secured him also a spot within nearly all the realm, bailing out the Empire twice from peace reparations and debts. In the end, Stephen’s legacy is a mixed one. While considered a national hero to his northern compatriots, he was considered an agent against the inevitable centralization of the Imperial State. His actions wrought with it a rivalry between the Highlander-majority Haense and the Heartlander-dominated Empire. The Imperial Council shortly before his death spoke berating of the king, nearly the entire committee (which was formed by Robert) slanted against him. A populist king in support of decentralized vassalage, a deviant against Imperial Society, a patriot of his people, a treacherous leech who betrayed his Emperor, a savior who removed the lackluster monarch from his throne in support of more capable hands. Many will debate his death came too soon, while others that it came too late. Let history judge him accordingly. The bell tolls through Alban three times, signalling the death of the King of Hanseti and Ruska REQUIESCAT IN PACE STEPHANUS PRIMUS REX 1596-1624 Stefan Karl var Marian Barbanov Kongzem Edaeleo i Kusoraev "Who shall be able to keep me safe if not thou, O Prophet of Wisdom, the glory and honor, The loving guide of all rulers? To thee, therefore, I have recourse with all my soul, to thee I commit myself with all my heart.”

Minecraft name(s): Yopplwasupxxx Discord: yopplwasupxxx #6527 Time zone: EST Have you ever been banned or received a strike? If so, link the report: I have been banned twice; Once for receiving ten points on the forums [https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/117798-yoppls-ban-appeal/], and another for destroying carrots during an Imperial Raid [https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/111743-yoppls-ban-appeal/]. Do you hold / have you held any other staff positions?: I have been ET once before, during the summer of 2015. Where do you grab inspiration from?: As with most people on this server, I get my inspiration from majority of the medieval fantasy outlets, such as the Witcher, Game of Thrones, and so on and so forth. However, my biggest inspiration comes from the Prince of Nothing series, an relatively unknown saga of books. What are your characters and are you willing to sacrifice any?: My two main characters are my striga Henry, a former Imperial Prince and High Magistrate turned vampire, coping with the death of his family and his lost of feeling to the world, and my King of Haense, Stephen I, a young king jumbling politics and stewardship of his realm, as well as the fact he is unable to sire an heir. I am willing to sacrifice both to become an ET. What race, or group, do your events best cater to?: By far, humans. I know ALOT of human lore, majority of its history, religion and customs, as well as nothing personally nearly all the human leaders excluding some of the newer states on Asul. What do you believe are key factors for a successful event?: Immersion. This one factor can make or create an event, as it is crucial to have the players feeling like they are ‘involved’. Putting time into fleshing out all aspects of the event and making sure the population of the event itself is two ways to make sure immersion is safeguarded and the players have an enjoyable time. What strengths could you contribute to the Event Team?: I consider myself very knowledgeable in lore and also a decent writer, capable of scripting posts and other threads for event-friendly purposes. I am also capable at organizing, if the need arises. Why do you want to be part of the ET?: I wish to be apart of the ET because I feel I would be a good addition to the team, as well as I believe I will have a fun and enjoyable time while doing the duties and responsibilities of the regular ET member. Create three distinct event scenarios based on the servers lore that you would organize For 1-3 persons The Merchant from Ildicia Ildicia, before the collapse of the Adunian Isle of Al'Idic and further the entire land of Aegis itself, had been a trading center for most of the north and Orenic caravans. Common was the pelts of the Ildic animals to the Orenic nobility, as well as the constant shipment of marble that built much of the Orenic buildings and architecture. However, from the collapse of the Adunian Isle and Nation, aswell as the stigma placed upon the Harrenspawn [Adunians], there is little to none of the once expansive Adunian traders. The event would as follow: a merchant claiming he was from a 'mystical' land, henceforth Ildicia or whatever location as the ET member sees fit, would arrive in a capital. Showing numerous artifacts and other goods [named items], he would, theoretically, gain a small mass of players. He would claim that he carried more goods, but that his wagon was attacked by bandits and must be reclaimed. He would give the chance for three [reasons unknown] players to join him to assist him in returning the stolen goods with a promise of a rare treasure. The merchant [ET member] leads the trio to a pre built ambush sight, with a small, knocked-over wagon. However, it appeared to be a trap. The merchant would shout to attack, and a PVE or PVP [depending on the amount of ETs and/or helpers] fight would ensue. If the three players win, the fraud of a merchant would lay defeated, his plan in shambles. It would be up to the players what to do next, as the merchant would offer a rare sword/armor piece [named, info-boxed, and reasonably enchanted/boxed] for his life. However, it would be noted that the merchant still carried the minae from the items he sold. For a group of 5-10 The Crypt of Saint Godwin Horenson Saint Godwin of Paradisus, Patron Saint of the Heartlanders and Kings, was the third and last son of Horen, the Father of Mankind. Godwin, despite being the last of the trio, was the first to marry, first to bear a child [Owyn Godwinson, later the Prophet Owyn the Purifier in Orenic Theology], and the first to rule his own realm. However, Godwin was also the first of the three brothers to be slain. Godwin died by the hands his eldest brother, Harren, after Godwin challenged the elder to a duel to release the imprisoned middle brother, Saint Joren Horenson. In this event, a weary man [the ET member] would run towards the populated center and claim there was an issue. After further investigation by the players, the man would tell that he, while creating a new farm for himself and his family, came across underground ruins. However, the man be a craven, and wishes for a band of men and women to follow him into the crypt. After a reasonable size of people agree to follow [7-10], they would embark back to the man’s farm and to the uncovered tomb. The band of players would soon enter the crypt, and begin to the explore. The tomb would be a tad spacious, showing cracks and clearly showing its 1500 year old age. As they continue forward, the players would see an insight of old Human Lore, with the walls scribed with old stories written in riddle. The trek through the tombs, at this point, would almost seem uneventful, as there is no loot and old writing upon the old walls. Moans would be heard, scaring the man and him running off. Mobs, preferably zombie mobs or the like, would spawn in and a small PVE event would ensue. At the end, the players learn of the necromancer, who has apparently made his home within the crypt and dislikes outsiders. The next act of the event would begin, as the players would dig deeper into the heart of the tomb while fighting various mobs. As the players reach the heart, the actual grave of Saint Godwin, the final fight would ensue. There, the players must face off against the necromancer himself [played by the ET] and his band of undead. As the fight reaches a close and the necromancer is defeated, the players would reach their prize: the ancient Shield of Saint Godwin and other loot, which the players would split amongst themselves. For a group of 20+ The Giant of Or’Logon Giants have all but died out after the mass-killings by the descendents, with Elves, Humans, Dwarves, and Orcs alike hunting them for fun or for their dangers they pose to the normal population. Time to time again, however, a giant shall emerge from the wilderness it came from, attacking a city or keep in an attempt to push the entrenched populace out of the land. The Giant of Or’Logon is no different. This event would occur at a random time, preferably while another occasion is happening at the desired location [such as court, a trial, military training, festival, etc.]. Emotes would show of rumbling happening around the keep/town, to which the players would investigate. As they look, the playerbase who spot the approaching giant, would appears on the intent to cause harm to the people. The players would act accordingly [depending on their RP and culture] and the giant would eventually reach the settlement. A fight between the giant and the players would ensue, with the ending being very open-ended. Depending on circumstances, the giant would be slain and the players would be victorious. If slain, the giant would hold the Hammer of Or’Logon, a special item to which the players would fight over the ownership for and more fighting would ensue. This event, contrary to the others I’ve listed, would be very spontaneous and no set ending/goal can be given. How long do you plan to stay in the ET?: As long as God permits. Tell me a joke: Tahmas’ accomplishments on this server.

"The North's secession? Only time the Kingdom of Haense ever seceded was during the fall of the last empire, to which Lorraine first seceded, betraying an oath not bonded by just a signed parchment, but by a sealed marriage. By Julia's ****, your inherent hypocrisy just shows how idiotic and lame you truly are. You throw blame upon others, pointing fingers for your failure at simple intrigue and stewardship, yet not realizing half the ills which ail you were caused through your own poorly thought-out actions. You curse my realm, and for what? Regrowing a kingdom for barely anything to one of the most powerful factions within not just Oren, but the world? For, despite numerous assassination attempts, attempts to have my vassal revolt, attempts to divide my kingdom for pleasure, and attempts to mock myself and my ilk in court, my continued loyalty to the Crown of Oren? Or is it the fact I helped plot to remove an Emperor (with Lorraine's support and majority of the Imperial forces, mind you) which failed to contribute to any stewardship of his realm and place an Emperor who intends (and has) brought a semblance of peace to the world? No, for I think the real reason is the fact that you lost. Your name will enter the annals of history as a failure, not only to the powers foreign, but to your own people. But enough of this rambling scribe tomfoolery- you wish to speak bad of myself? Come to me then, let us fight it by words of mouth and the steel of hands. However, I know you will not, for you are weak and craven and will leave for another few years till returning to make another essay in a botched attempt to make you feel right. Do the world a favor and take your life so you may forever wander the Void, like the shrimp-boned cretin you are." -H.R.M. Stephen of Haense

"This act is hereby supported by the Royal State of Haense and by His Majesty, the King of Hanseti and Ruska, to be enforced by the people and realm. May God grant mercy upon the wicked and despaired." A herald proclaims within the square of Alban, for all those who'd listen.

THE JOUST (NOBILITY ONLY) NAME: H.R.M. Stephen I AGE: 22 TITLE: The King of Haense, etc. LAND OF ORIGIN/HOLDING: The Kingdom of Haense and its subsequent titles. MC NAME: Yopplwasupxxx

Full Name: Stefan Karl var Marian House Name: Barbanov Status of Blood [Royalty, Nobility, Gentry, etc.]: Royalty Titles [King or Queen, Prince or Princess, Archduke or Archduchess, Duke or Duchess, Marquise or Marchioness, Margrave or Margravine, Count or Countess, Viscount or Viscountess, Baron or Baroness, Knight or Dame]: King of Haense Direct Liege’s Name: Emperor Peter II Amount of Levied Men: 40 Number of Citizens inhabiting any Fiefdoms: N/A Goods produced within your Lands: Lumber, Iron The reasonable amount of Wealth or Assets you would be able to raise for Taxation: Currently 80k within Royal Treasury. Do you, by this document, swear loyalty to the Emperor, Peter II Sigismund, and the Holy Orenian Empire until death? Do you hereby accept that treason and betrayal will be met with no clemency and that your lands shall be forfeit and repossessed by His Imperial Majesty should such action be taken?: Yes

with the tahmasian heresy rooted within our server, its time to regrow the et +1

"Southern lords, always the opportunists." Stephen grunts, rubbing his forehead. The scribe which read the parchmant stood nervously before the makeshift throne, the northern winds ripping loudly around the tent. It was awhile before the king broke the silence, calling out, "Heinrik! Call the guard, we march south!"

CITIZENS OF THE PRINCIPALITY, It is our misfortune to have lost our reigning prince, His Serene Highness Prince Frederick Augustus, to the waves of the Shattered Sea, his current whereabouts and status unknown. His son and heir, His Serenity the Duke of Dorahy, Prince Robert Frederick, is underage and unable to rule without a regent. It is determined by the Council in Pruvia to establish a suitable figurehead and leader in this times, to ensure the prosperity and continue the legacy of Our Fair Lands. The Council has chosen the reigning King of Hanseti and Ruska, King Stephen I, to serve as current Regent in the stead of His Serenity the Duke of Dorahy, with promise of betrothal to His Serenity the Duke of Dorahy to one of his daughters. May he serve the Principality and Its People, in the name of all Good and Great. AS IS THE WILL OF THE PRINCE, SO IS THE WILL OF ITS PEOPLE, Ser Emil var Yaevyr, Executor of the Principality of Pruvia. His Majesty the King Stephen I of Hanseti and Ruska, the Ever Loyal Subject of His Imperial Majesty, Grand Prince of the Raev, Regent of Pruvia, Duke of Akovia, Krajia and the Greymarsh, Count of Karikhov, Ayr, Baranya, Kavat, Karovia, Torun, and Kaunas, Baron of Vsenk and Rothswald, Lord of St. Karlsburg, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera.

Land charter (cart) or Sea charter (boat): Cart Island: Tahn Point A: Hochspitze, Pruvia, Mardon Exact co-ordinates of Point A: x: 2339, y: 76, z: 133 Point B: Human Hub Exact co-ordinates of Point B: x: 545, y: 74, z: -103

Minecraft name/s: Yopplwasupxxx Age: 18 Timezone: EST Skype/Discord: Yopplwasupxxx for both What is your availability: Afternoons to evenings, around the general peak times of the server. Tell us an issue you currently experience on the server: Communication between the players and the staff itself. The staff has constantly appeared as some strange boogeyman, which is in fault of both the players and the staff. If we can increase the amount of information shared with the players and aim to be generally nice, I believe we can rediscover the respected player-moderator relationship. How do you feel individual GMs should present themselves?: As a normal player, one that helps those who needs help and makes roleplay for others enjoyable. GMs are the representations of what it means to the player on this server, and so should act accordingly. How do you feel the GM team collectively should present itself?: Remove this strange 'cabal' vibe around the time, making it seem like its more of a social club than a group of players who want to make the server better. Please list three players who will vouch for you: Ask anyone you want, as I am sure I have those who do not like me over the years. However, three specific people would be Arkantos, Floop and Cruzazul8. What is your relationship with the members of the current GM Team?: To be frank, many of the newer GMs have joined way after I did, and so some of them I know very little of. However, from glancing at the current list I do not believe there is any I am in conflict with, and I feel I can work in a respectable manner to my fellow peers. What are your finest and worst traits?: My two finest qualities is that I believe I am a good communicator with those that generally don't get their opinions seen, and I am also a very good writer. However, I do sometimes appear too indifferent to some matters and I have been in the past somewhat defensive of the playerbase I have been apart of (be it the old Lucienists, Aesterwald, Haense, Oren, etc). Tell us about your time on Lord of the Craft: I joined in the beginning of my Freshman year of High School, so I've been here for almost 5(?) years. I have went through many transitions, from my dark days as an Ishikawa samurai (thanks to you, Will Dorahy) to my fumbles as an Adunian under good ol' Axlrose. I've been on numerous high councils for Oren (privy, princes, what have you) and even was a Clan leader for a short time in the orcs (back in Anthos when we still had the Krag). I've played a dwarf, human, elf, and orc throughout my time on this server, and have met many wonderful, and not so wonderful people. The server itself helped me, I believe, and in fact gave some of my greatest friends I currently have today. I will not lie, I am not perfect in any regard, I have done stupid **** and pissed off many people. However, I have grown through the years and I feel ready to give back to the server which gave me so much. What parts of the server are you most interested in?: The lore, of course. I have spent most of my time on LotC writing, and it was this server which made me pursue my interest in creating stories and poems. Other than yourself, who of the current applicants would you like to see on the GM Team?: Any player who is willing should be given a chance, albeit if they are ready to do it in a mature manner. Link me a good song: