Drazker

YA M8! Look at all meh ozzy frenz checkin' up on me on dis thread 'ere! When we met in Old Abresi and had a normal conversation in character, then your guy tried to rob me. XD It was one o' me original ozzy advenchas.

But of course! Wolvengard, brotha! My best memory of the server is probably my first roleplay group on the server, the Salvus Shields. It was really active and there was no trolling or metagamey feuds or trolly comments during RPs. I'm sure Nostalgia Goggles factors into this a bit, but yeah. Aye!

It's been one, full year that I have now been on Lord of the Craft and I must say it's been quite the literary adventure. I've finished everything I've set to accomplish with my first two characters and am looking towards a third ( unrelated to my antagonistic Vekons, many will appreciate! ) main character soon. I also like to think I've adjusted into this community well enough! For my presence here, I have to thank Sir_Niccum for introducing me to this server. If you get the chance to read this, Jack, I'm glad you mentioned LoTC that year and a month or so ago to me. I'll never forget being in a Skype call with you, watching you enter Kingston, Salvus, explaining the server lore to me, watching your screen on the screenshare and just going, "whoa-..." For those of you that are interested, this is an 'ask me anything' thread, so if you post questions regarding any sort of topic, I will try my best to answer them! I know it may sound cheesy, but thank you, Lord of the Craft staff team and community, for providing me with a year's worth of a very fun hobby!

House Vekon are Renatian/Salvian in origin, so that qualifies for Heartlands.

Why you gotta be an ass hole?

Vectori, peasantry of Northal, and retainers congregated in the courtyard of Castle Vekon. They had been called for an important announcement, of which no details were given, and clamored among themselves as a result. It was when the Duke approached on the balcony over-head with his wife to his left, carrying their twin children, and Brandon on his right, did the crowd cease their racket. The northern wind whipped up as it was blown down from the ice mountains, catching the black, purple, and gold flags perched above the towers, their cloth fluttering as they danced with the flurry. The frosty gust caught the face of the Duke, who paid no mind. Ten years in the north brings a man an acquired resistance to the chill. Vectis looked down over each of them, standing silently, looking to their lord for answers. He found faces grim with the fate they had heard in rumors around the Castle. Vectis's own face was lit up with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. With the encouraging tone one might expect precursor to battle, he began, addressing his subjects, "My dutiful subjects, I congratulate you. Feast your eyes upon the fortress we have made our home! Warmed with plenty of hearths, filled with food in plenty, with enough room to house all, it is the culmination of a dream I foresaw when I was but a young man! Over the years, many of you have sacrificed or modified your own dreams to aid in mine. It has become ours. "We have held feasts and tournaments, seen born into this world two new Vekons to continue my family's name, provided our friends with supplies and money for their own enterprises, and served Church and Kingdom dutifully! None can say we contributed nothing to the great story of history! House Vekon is a Great House of Oren thanks to our sacrifices and the patronage of our liege lord, Archduke Edward Winter the second." The subjects cheer at the rousing speech, enthused. They had not anticipated such a bolster at such an hour they had been called. Slowly, they quieted as their Duke signaled their silence with a raised hand. "Many of you have heard I have been spending less time here in Northal, and have been planning to resign my position as Duke. I confess this is true; I did not want to make a public statement until I had the Archduke's approval." The crowd cries out as their lord, whom had brought with him reforms such as the deconstruction of old Herendul, the construction of roads into the Archduchy, and development all around, announced his abdication. Vectis, again, calls for their silence, and earns closed mouths and open ears. "The adventure is not over, people of Herendul. Castle Vekon will be reused for more active purposes the Crown sees fit. Those who do not enjoy whatever future lies in store for them here are welcome to join me in our Kingdom's capital! And now, Herendulians, before I step down from the throne of Northal, let us feast!" Stepping away from the balcony, the Lord, Lady, and their Castellan opened the great hall for one, last, great feast. And feast they did.

You are a little obtuse.

Vectis aids in assisting the management of the Silver Maiden in properly distributing all plague masks to the citizenry.

"We don't need fools in Oren."

It had been some time since last Vectis threw on his Decterum tabard. To feel the weight of the plate armor on his shoulders, to push himself back into fighting shape reminded him of his roots. Once he was ready, he saddled up his steed, riding towards Abresi. He had not forgotten his oath.

Two hours and ten minutes remain until the tourney!

"Don't be over ambitious, smith-strelt," Vectis warns!

MY LOTC VALENTINE IS JUNO. SHE MADE BABIES FOR ME. M'YEAH.

Vectis returns the messenger boy with his own news, "My old friend Edward, I never meant to offend Your Grace. I was led to believe, from whom I believe was His Majesty himself, that any lord over the rank of Baron was free to decide who he could or could not appoint as his vassals. Seeing my error, Mister Forren will not be taking this rank. I had also been led to believe you had bestowed Northal to my blood, though I suppose I was in error here as well. My memory seems to be slipping these days. In truth, Brandon is the most capable man I have ever met. Certainly more capable than I. I confess, Your Grace, I have found myself ill suited for this office you have bestowed upon me. Finding trouble organizing my levies and taking so long for my Castle to have finished was quite harmful to the prestige of my House, which I never meant to dishonor. It is for this reason that I have dwelt in thought of resigning from my post as Duke. After some thought, I have found I yearn for a simpler life. I have raised funds from my land and can provide better than ever for my family and my newborns' future education. I have been to Abresi and enlisted in their guard-force, feeling much more at home at the side of their Captain, the King's bastard, than in my cold, quiet castle. Once the Oren tournament is finished, I request Your Grace demote me from the peerage entirely, so I may live an ignoble life in peace to the end of my days."

First. CRAP!

Issued and confirmed by His Grace, Duke Vectis of the Great House of Vekon, second of his name, On account of unbridled loyalty and years of service to the Great House of Vekon, the Castellan Brandon Forren is hereby elevated to Count of Skyed, holding in trust to the Crown those western border territories which compose the County of Skyed. Deus Vult.

The Duke gasps upon hearing of her unsettling 'orientation'. "I don't even want to know." He returns to organizing the feast for the event's conclusion.

Vectis looks at her sternly like a father might to a daughter when she mentions something not-family-friendly. "You've been gone far too long, my lady. Spending too much time with those elves, I wager."