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First Additional question, also. Would this be a map of Anthos or the Fringe?

Kingdom of England It took very little time for the Basileus's response to end up into the hands of the Queen Regent, and she is swift to summon the Royal Scribe, giving him the order to draft a response and send the letter along with the next British ship that sails for the east. To Basileus Grey, true and rightful Emperor of the Byzantian people. I would first off like to express my delight and contempt in your acceptance of my offer. I have spoke with the Crown Prince, Eustace, and he himself is joyed by the proposal of such union, and is happy to marry your daughter. There is a small age gap between the two of them by almost 6 years, though I do not feel spurred by this and nor does he/ On the note of when the marriage shall occur, I'm afraid I cannot give you no indefinite date. I have yet to tell my husband of this betrothal, as pleased as he will be to know of it I'm sure. Once he returns to England, in whatever state he may be, then will our wine be poured and our halls decorated. And finally, as of these 'infidels' you speak of. I can send you some 15 longships, each boarded with about 200 men, perhaps a bit short on that. Do not fear either way, for if any attacks comes to pass, Englands cavalry shall be at their shores, no question. ​With regards, Queen Matilda I of England County of Holland As per the agreement, English merchants and travellers set up their stalls and shops, to sell their wares to the Holland public.

Kingdom of England Nidaros, Norway... The army would fall to a stop as the Norwegians ride up to meet them, King Stephen trotting forward on his mare, flanked by two of his captains. The banners and levy man looked around uneasy, unsure of what to do. Some fell to their knees completely before the foreign king, others grace the man with a half-bow or no courtesy at all. "Mmm, likewise. I thank you for the food, I ask that we speak not here, but over the fish and wine you were so kind to deliver" the King finally speaks up with a chuckle, as the men trot off towards the war encampment. The two rulers take their seats at the long table, servants flocking in and out of the tents to serve the men. They sit, speaking of war and grudges long past, before the English King finally speaks up. "I bare you no ill will for denying such union, though it would have been in my best interests to see our two bloodlines combined, to secure futures alliance and war aids" ​he pauses for a moment to catch his breath "I do, however, have something else in mind, perhaps when this war has reached a conclusion..." he stops once more, pondering his words. "Many years ago, my grandfather, King William I, had set out to take the English throne by force and unite the Irish, Welsh and Scottish Kingdoms into one. Though he ultimately succeeded in the first goal, he fell short on the latter. Help me secure Scotland itself, and the debt will be repaid." he finishes, pressing his ale mug up against his lips. (( Edit: I'll wait a post then answer you, Pyro. Don't feel like getting done for double posting, and I can't be bothered to edit my reply into this post :3

Kingdom of England Upon the arrival of the Byzantian diplomat, a private meeting was held between him and the council, to keep word of the alliance out of the eyes and ears of the rest of the court. Queen Regent Matilda and Crown Prince Eustace took their rightful places at the councils head, both of them intent to listen to what the envoy had to say. And so they sat, to speak of politics, alliance and wealth. When the possibility of a union by blood was raised, however, the diplomat could give no indefinite answer. With that, a letter was drafted, addressed to Basileus Gray and only the Basileus, unless another was given the authority and permission to read over it. It would read the following: To the grand and rightful Basileus Gray, the true Emperor of the Byzantine people, This is not King Stephen that writes back to you, but rather his wife, Queen Matilda of England. Do not fret, however, for this is no upright denial of your fair proposal nor any unofficial letter to slander your name. My husband is away at war with the heretical King Bjorn of Sweden, and I have been passed the mantle of regency during his absence. Now, onto the topic at hand; your offer for alliance pleases me greatly, and it would be more than an honour to see our two forces combined at times of war and strife. We do have, however, a term of our own. I feel it only right that should we be allied, it should be through blood and not bond. Blood is a stronger connection the companionship and glory by far, and I feel the both of us can cede from this con-joinment. My son and the future king of England, Prince Eustace, needs a wife, as young as he may be. Already have we asked the Norwegian King for a blood-bond in exchange for the 31 longships sent to aid in the war, but he upright denied the offer, instead promising to cede us over the Isle of Man; a pitiful re-payment. If memory serves me correct, then I'm aware you have a un-courted daughter of your own. A couple, perhaps I have no heard of? It makes no matter. As I say, I would like for a daughter or female relative of yours to marry my son, so that in the future, when my husband and I pass on from this world and into the next, Eustace IV will have a bride of his own and the bloodline would remain secure. ​Please, do consider this offer. I feel the both of us could benefit from such, as mentioned earlier in the letter. ​With good regards, may you live in contempt and harmony, Matilda I of Boulogne, Queen Regent of England and Lady of the House of Blois through union. The shores of Norway... After much travel and delay, the remaining English forces have finally landed at Norwegian shores, the King himself being the first to step down and greet whoever awaits them. "I do apologise for the wait, storms and rogue waves kept us at bay for most of the journey. Is your King about? I would like to speak with him before we go forth on the march towards Sweden."

"Get big or go home" -Your mother

Kingdom of England The assembled men begin to roar and cheer as the king himself steps out of the palace, though on no balcony or high throne. He stands before the men, flanked by few of his most trusted guards, his son Prince Eustace and his wife Queen Matilda stood beside him. King Stephen embraces the applause with a cocky smirk, as he steps further forward, adorned in his own golden armour. The crown at his head fits nicely with the fitted plate, and a blue and white cape drapes at his back, swaying with the wind. The King begins to pace up and down, the excitement of the army beginning to die as they await their overlords commands. Stephen, after much anticipation, finally draws his blade, high for all men to see. "Today... England shall make history!" at those simple words, the crowd begins to roar once again, this time louder than before, some drawing their own arms in union with their King. "The people of Sweden and their heretical King have denied the one true Lord and saviour, instead worshipping their own false gods brought about by lies and ignorance! His holiest, the Pope himself has condoned our decision to take action against the Pagan King Bjorn, and therefore, God himself wills it!" the patriotic cheers continue on, as the King pauses for a moment, slowly lowering his blade, though still high enough to be easily spotted. "But... will I sit and sulk away in my palace whilst my men die and bleed on foreign soil? No! I will fight with them, and die with them if needs be! We all will step forward together! And with the allied sovereigns of Norway and England, we will crush our opponents, and see Gods justice done!" the crowds cheers now reach their peak, as Stephen nods down to his son, releasing the grip at his wifes hand. He steps down onto his steed, and begins to ride out, leading the march towards the ships. Another 30 longships are sent out to join Norway, each loaded up with 200 men per ship, the King of England himself amidst the ranks. In total, 6000 more men have now set sail to wage in the war against Sweden. All the remains in England of King Stephen is a royal edict, declaring Queen Matilda as Queen Regent during the Kings absence...

Kingdom of England A mere few weeks after the last court was held, another is put in session as the envoy from Norway arrives to the capita after much delay. The noblemen and gentry-warriors alike gather around once more, to listen as the terms are read out. Whispers and low voices can be heard amidst the crowds, many suspicious and wary of the Norwegian kings true purpose and goal. All the while, King Stephen sits, listening to what the Norseman has to say. He leans back in his throne-chair, stroking his chin in thought. "Old grudges can be put aside..." He would shift in his chair, turning to one of his royal advisors that stand beside him. They speak in hushed whispers, before the King turns back to the Norwegian, nodding to him. "Tell your King that I see no reason for any former hostilities are Kingdoms once harboured, and I so accept his call for war. I send with you a single longship to see you home, boarded with 200 of my best men, to prove my good will and intentions true" he pauses for a moment, eyes dancing around the throne room. The whole room had fell silent, staring up at the King as he makes his speech. The norse envoy only stands unmoving, taking in the English Kings words. "I do have a term of my own, however. My son, Crown Prince Eustace needs a bride, as young as he may be. I feel our families should be bound in blood, to prevent past mistakes being ones repeated, so hear my propose. Any daughter or other relative of the Norse King will marry my son, and when I pass on from this world and into the next, take her place as the Queen of the English people. Only on this term, shall I aid in this attack of Sweden." he says, giving the envoy a stern final look over. The envoy would nod, bowing accordingly before making his leave.

Kingdom of England It's a bright and sunny day in England, and all seems well in London town. The sun rises, and peasants and small folk flock from their homes and begin going about their usual daily business. Blacksmiths forge their steel and melt their ores, and soldiers pace around the barracks, indulging themselves in the arts of swordplay and archery and, whenever their not busy, heading down to the nearby tavern to bond over some drinks. The newly crowned King Stephen of the House of Blois sits upon his throne, listening as the herald speaks. His vassals all stand around the throne room, talking in hushed whispers and low voices. The herald folds the letter as he finishes, staring up at the King in all his splendour "What say you to this, your majesty?" The king leans back in his throne, glancing up at the ceiling in thought. The on-lookers watch him intently, almost trying to read the regals very thoughts... After a few moments, the King clears his throat, pressing his hand up against his lips incase he felt the need to cough. He was of royal blood, now. A leader in his own right, the men who followed him respect one with manners. He finally speaks up. "The Counts request is a fair offer, and I see no inclination to refuse" ​he pauses from a moment, eyes darting around the room, eventually focusing on his gaze onto his scribe. "Refer back to Lord Dirk, and tell him he has my gratitude and acceptance" the Scribe would step forward, nodding "At once, sire" he replies up at him, bowing deeply before heading out the room, the court watching him go with a close gaze... Some time later, a response would end up in the hands of Dirk IV, or anyone else with the authority and grace to read over the document. The letter would detail the Kings acceptance of the offer, ended with the official seal of Royal House Blois, stamped at the bottom of the paper...

Skype Name (Recommended): harrison.oleary69 Nation: Kingdom of England Reasonable Starting Military Strength (Ships, Soldiers): 79 longships, and near 110 of smaller ships such as Brigs, 5'000 footman 11'000 peasant levies, and a few dozen mercenaries (300 or there a bouts Backstory (If Any): Upon the death of his father, King Henry of the House of Normandy, Prince Stephen of the House of Blois rose to the English throne. Have You Read The Rules: Yep khan How muchKhan of the nations history are you aware of: Quite a bit, since it's my own countries heritage and documentation :P

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7/10 Bit bland, but I like the logo nonetheless

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"glory to mother russia!"

oooooohhh ****. I do love me some forum banter I do, carry on.

I recognise the name from my early days as a newb on this server, welcome back!

Meh... I haven't seen the Mali'Fenn do much in 3.5 so far, maybe a character for 4.0 though :)

Extremely tempting... I've gave the lore a look over, I wouldn't have to apply anywhere to play one would I?

Snow Elf?

Eleven children are now supposedly over the top edgies who break lore. Hmmmmmmmmm...

I've done a lot of Human RP before, and a bit of Dwarf and Orc RP in 3.0 and a bit of 3.5. I've tried Elf RP, but I usually ended up me wandering around Malinor with nothing to do, I'd be willing to try it again if there was more guidance on things to do as an Elf though. I've wanted to give the Khajyr and Halflings a try for a while now, but their player bases seems relatively small and American-timezone based. I want to make this alt count, so very simply, which race should I give a try?