Draeris

"Time to make monsire proud." Marcus would mutter, wandering about his messy room filled with maps and garrison plans.

While the WC itself is fine as far as I know, (Staunton Suprem!), the basis you use for this conflict implies that you are the Duke and therefore can logically/legitimately pursue this conflict. But as you're not considering how Richard was Duke, (and I am now his regent, meaning I handle the peace negotiations/war affairs as far as I am told by Charles)I think this calls for a change in presentation or a nullification of this WC.

This is quite an interesting proposal to add to Magic Roleplay, I'd give it a +1

Excellenze. +1

As the writer of the warclaim I can say the following: 1~, As stated by the Northshow Doctrine and all unified Northern people under the Commonwealth, we have a De Jure claim on the north in its entirety through valid RP that led us to this unification anyway. 2~, You have excessively robbed, harrassed and showed violent behavior to Commonwealth members. This was fun and fair RP, but there are consueqences. 3~, We asked you whether you would join, and you refused to side with us due to your Mercenary work. Mercenaries are a threat to Northern dominion, we don't want buyable arms at OUR BORDERS. We know that others can be as sneaky as Oren in that matter. 4~, You have been hostile to Oren in RP and did not fear showing it. Words leak out in RP pretty easily, I was told various things about you in RP that would already make me march at your gates. Putting those 4 points together all I can say is, Patu, accept the RP consueqences that you currently face, or handle it diplomatically. It is pretty clear we are open to any turns in our Roleplay, we are not narrow-minded. But that's just my two cents.

And so, the Illatian people militarize to protect the North. In the centre of the Northern capital, they rally to be briefed before enlisting to join the Regiment. Emmanuel stands in front of the crowd, stressed by the war that is to come. He clears his throat as he begins: "Sons and daughters of the North, your destiny beckons. Stand with your fellow men, stand with me, and together we will be undefeated. The path toward a better tomorrow stretches out before us. Toward a better future that is golden and eternal. But our journey together must cross a dangerous manifestation of hatred and bigotry, a landscape of lies seeded by the venom of our old enemy. Our foe knows us. He fears us. But we must not underestimate him. The Dwedmar, while they cower and snipe beneath their veneer of civility and freedom, are soulles and hollow. They make their pithy, mewling claims of purity and honor, and all the while, they look upon the face of the Commonwealth with loathing and disgust. The enemy are of another race, impures bred to lie and kill. To the foe we represent less than a human being. But they will learn their mistake, my people. We will show them the Ferrum and truth beneath Northern flesh. We shall push them against the unbreakable stone of our collective will. We will make them realize truth that the people of the North know in their hearts: that our race, the human race, shall not bend the knee to the corruption and evil that has manifested the hearts of our foes. When we came to the North it was lost, a broken continent of exiles on the verge of a total war. At first we thought our new world destroy us by the savagery. How wrong we were. The North saw what was in every one of us, our strength and indestructible spirit, and made it manifest. The great change was the rebirth of the civilised North. A North with people fit to exceed the human limits and shatter our enemies. Sons and daughters of the North, you are the embodiment of that glorious legacy, the inheritors of the victory that we fight for every day. You alone are fit to forge the future and the destiny of the North. History does not entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid. We shall not suffer the cowardice Dwedmar to dictate our path! The Soldiers and Warriors with unyielding resolve never flinching before the swords of our adversaries. The administrators who write down the foundation of a civilised North, shielding it from the lies of the treacherous and disloyal. You seek reward in service alone. Each of you shares in the greatest glory of them all. You are the true Northerners! Ruthless to those who oppose us, masters of those we defeat, unflinching in the face of adversity. I pity all those who were not born to see this glorious day, for they will not know the touch of greatness as we feel it today. And yet, the enemy refuses to march with us. Voices raised in dissent and opposition. Soft minds that take the words of the greedy cemented regime in the Dwedmar state for truth! To those who bear the seeds of rebellion in their hearts and question the ways of rationality I say this: No more. They dared to turn their weapons upon that which we hold dearest. Our people, our homeworld. OUR. NORTH! This hostile occupation will not go unpunished. This criminal act unleashed the whirlwind of our wrath! Our swords never tire, and we shall fight back the foe! Send them running! The path we have chosen is not an easy one. Struggle and endurance shall allow prosperity and innovation. True virtue lies in bloodshed. But we will not tire, we will not falter, we will not fall! In the blood of our warriors comes the price we must pay. Blood alone moves the wheels of history. And we will be resolute! We shall fear no sacrifice and endure every difficulty to win our just triumph! Glory to Oren! Glory to Otto!"

As the Komarom Commonwealth came to its founding, the representatives of the government sat in the winery near the capital of Ayr to discuss the matters of mediocre importance. Oren, infrastructure and peace. War was not on the table until a certain female galloped in panic towards the officials seated, getting their attention. The afternoon passed with tales of distress and disturbance, the woman explaining that former Vorroupolis was taken again. This time, by a Orenian rebel named Echo. The government rolled their eyes, it was that time of the month. After the negotiations failed with the respective leader of Vorroupolis, it was then decided that war was inevitable. The property of the Commonwealth of Komarom would not be trespassed, nor would any member-states fall victim to leaders blinded by greed. The Commonwealth answered accordingly. WAR DECLARED. Warclaim Type of Battle Conquest Time and Date To be debated with the opposition. Attacking Forces The Komarom Commonwealth, The Kingdom of Oren + Allies Defending Forces The Self-proclaimed sovereign Duchy of Davier (Vorroupolis) + Allies Location and Boundaries The settlement of Davier in its entirety. Terms of Victory Victory for Attacking Team: All hostiles terminated or remaining behind impenetrable fortifications for over 20 minutes. Victory for Defending Team: All attackers are slain. Rewards: In case of victory for the Commonwealth, the region is under Komarom ownership. In case of victory for Vorroupolis, the Commonwealth is unable to warclaim them for 1 month. Rules -Common sense default enforced -No one day Alts -Server rules apply.

"About time that cemented regime of madness is dealt with." Emmanuel mutters, rallying his Visconti soldiers.

Yes, please.

Oren Southeron. 6/10