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39 minutes ago, Publius said:
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WHAT IS YOUR NAME?: Vamir
HOW OLD ARE YOU?: 893
HAVE YOU EXPERIENCE WITH COMBAT?: A few centuries, give or take
DO YOU AGREE TO UPHOLD HONOR AND TRADITION?: Aha, no doubt!
(OOC)
MCNAME: Coupublius
DISCORD: Publius#1947
ACCEPTED! REPORT FOR DUTY!
35 minutes ago, Illuminare said:(RP)
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?: Solas Syoll
HOW OLD ARE YOU?: 40
HAVE YOU EXPERIENCE WITH COMBAT?: Few decades
DO YOU AGREE TO UPHOLD HONOR AND TRADITION?: Yes, always.
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MCNAME: Illuminare
DISCORD: Illuminare#8841
ACCEPTED! REPORT FOR DUTY!
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“I shall slay their men, women, and their cubs. They will remember my name and shudder.”
Kairn Ithelanen during the War for the Loftywoods, Atlas.
The Avchirran ito Gladewynn, or the Chirran, is a newly formed order to safeguard the realm of Gladewynn from outsiders. The occasional orc foraging party would never return from the woods, and on being discovered their bodies would be in an abysmal display of carnage. This is the work of the hunt.
The appearance of the chirran is quite intimidating. They wear a suit of plates dyed red with acrylic paint. Their officers can be recognized by a set of antlers on their helm. Each varying in different designs and sizes.
Their arsenals of war are well kept, and of very good quality of the material. As a mercenary arm of the Enclave, each warrior has their own set of tools, but typically each rider carries a reflex bow and a quiver of arrows. For hand to hand combat the weapons range from swords to axes to spears and glaives. Some prefer their shields and take up a more suitable stance of a shield wall, whilst others prefer to use a spear to poke a prod over the shieldman’s wall. Whilst the flanks are protected by those who prefer to swing with two-handed weapons, swaying any away from heading into a meat-grinder.
As the army for the Enclave, it is they who represent the people of Gladewyn and their ideas and morals. Honor is a strict code within the ranks of the riders and is valued highly in the Enclave’s society. In face of those who surrender their arms, no harm will come to them, and they will be turned over to their contractors, whilst in the face of defeat to run is to be a coward. Fight and die well is the creed all chirran follow. The chirran are willing to sell themselves them out to clients who are willing to use their, violent ways, for their own nefarious purposes. Similarly akin to mercenary work, the Chirran will gladly take coin for blood.
Conscripts scouting the Wonkwoods
RANKS
WARDEN
(The commander of the entirety of Avchirran)
HERALD
(The officers who manage various tasks within the Avchirran)
WAYSTALKER
(The elite vanguard of the Avchirran)
GLADE GUARD
(The basic infantry of the Avchirran)
CONSCRIPT
(Inducted citizens of Gladewynn)
MEDALS AND BADGES
Bronze Shield - This is awarded to those who have saved a comrade in the field of battle, and protected them from harm.
Spearhead - This is awarded to those who have performed exceptionally well in battle. Slaying more than five enemies in one singular fight.
Fang of a Wolf - This is awarded to those who have matured from conscript to glade guard, signifying their maturity within the ranks.
Antler Helm - This is awarded to those who have performed acts of leadership in the face of adversity and trial. They are the sergeants and officers of the Riders.
Helm of the Avchirran
PAYMENT
It is within the Avchirran that each member is to be outfitted a substantial amount of pay. The base pay of each member is a sum of one-hundred mina per elvish week. This does not appear much at first, but there is bonus pay when the Enclave enters a contract with a nation or group to aid in their war. Each member that shows up for each encounter with the contractor's enemies, they shall receive an equal cut of the payment for the contractor.
Waystalkers ambushing a patrol of Dwarves.
APPLICATION
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?:
HAVE YOU EXPERIENCE WITH COMBAT?:
DO YOU AGREE TO UPHOLD HONOR AND TRADITION?:
MCNAME:
DISCORD:
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“WAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH,” bellows the Dread Kap’n Dyno of clan Lak!
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Tbf wars in general are over after usually one fight and a couple of raids. But fk it this map has been stale with lack of clicking and most fights are only 4v4's, bring back my lagfests of 85v85's. Hope to see what you come up with Narthok. +1
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Username Wolfdwg
Age 20
Time Zone US CST
Discord: Khozydwg#7648
Have you been previously banned (be it a forum or server ban) and under what circumstances did you receive this ban?:
I have, the max for three months.
Have you ever received warning points and what did you do to receive those points?:No warning points.
Moderating the forums is a very time dependent staff position. How much time, on average, would you be able to dedicate to moderating?:At most I can spend about 6-8 hours aday browsing the forums off and on. I usually do this when I have nothing to do or nothing to attend too in my life.
Have you ever held a staff position here on LoTC? Do you currently hold any other staff positions? If so, list them and highlight something about the team that you enjoyed/enjoy:I have held ET Actor, as well as GM. ET was my first ever staff position, and it was overall my favorite of the two teams I've been on. I enjoyed making events for players who sought out interaction with lore and overall creature encounters. As for GM, I was only in it for a maximum of three days. There isn't much that I experienced with it so there's nothing in particular I can speak on.
Why should you be a FM? What can you bring to our team in regards to moderating and enforcing the rules on the forums?I would like to be a FM as I see it's most likely the only way I can contribute to the community of LOTC as a whole these days. I find myself too tied up in real life events and jobs to actually spend much time on the server these days. Recently I've begun to practice my writing skills again and have created many posts in recent days, mainly regarding a specific group. As for what I can offer to the table is my ability to work hard. I like to think I have a collect mindset at times, but undoubtedly I cannot deny my love and enjoyment I get when I fulfill a task and with exceptional performance. I do not know too much about the details of the forums script, but I'm willing to learn and adapt to better myself, and serve the community as a whole.
What traits do you have that make you stand out from any other applicant?:Dedication and common-sense
Are you familiar with ModeratorCP?Yes, but minimal active experience with it.
How long do you plan to stay on the team?:
Most likely a few months.
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GREAT HORNED RAT SMILES, YES-YES!
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i miss athera nexus ?
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“Let our enemies be given a swift ascent to the skies above.”
- Ilya Ivanovich Praying before the Sun Smile War -
SpoilerOn the eve of the 5th of Sigismund’s End, in the year of our lord 1685, the forces of Styria mustered. Streltski and Waldenian men and women rallied together, hosting their respective colors, and bearing their own arms. The time of talking was over and the clarion call sounded to the men and women of the Margraviate, the smell of incense and metallic sounds of iron filled the air around castle Vilcaz. Their target, the hold of Sun’s Smile. A rider would make his way to the castle, delivering a missive as follows.
TO YOU SQUATTERS AND PISSANTS ON OUR LAND
It is with mercy the acting council of Styria in his lordships stead has deemed you miscreants with a demand. Surrender your arms and leave the land and its surroundings of Sun’s Smile Hold. You are given three saint’s hours to make a response, if you fail to do so, GOD have mercy on you.
It is hereby decreed:
- The Lands of Sun’s Smile Hold are to be seized on the authority of Styria and the Empire as a whole.
- The inhabitants of Sun’s Smile Hold, and any who ally with them, to be enemies to the Margraviate of Styria.
- The Master of Sun’s Smile Hold must surrender himself to the mercy of Styria, and be tried within the Imperial Courts of the Empire.
BE IT SO,
Approved by,
Konyves Ivanovich - Margrave of Styria, Baron of Vilacz, Titular Duke of Krajia, Titular Baron of Vsenk, Imperial Knight of the Realm
Drafted by,
Syd Kreznov - Council Member of Diplomacy and Calligraphy
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HAPPY GREAT HORNED RAT DAY EVERYONE! WOOP WOOP!
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Why can't we just have tiles again. Made things so much easier.
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10th First Seed 1685
Within the bustling streets of Carloustadt, amongst the fresh rays of a warm heartland sun was a dispute. Two parties bickered and slandered each other with words. On one side was that of Konyves of Styria, whilst the other was a man claiming the birthright of Horen, saying he was of the dragon’s ilk. After being given an ultimatum to kneel before the Emperor of Man. The claimant refused, stating he simply did not need too. This erupted a fire in Konyves and with a might blow from his black plated gauntlet, he drew blood. The claimant’s face swelled with bruising and internal hemorrhaging, whilst Konyves’s ebony plate stained with a speckle of crimson. By this time a large crowd had grown around the claimant, and begun to ridicule and mock him as he attempted to plead his case. It was then a duel was called for by the Margrave of Styria.
“I will not sully my hands with your pig-filth, liar. Evald!” Konyves called out beckoning his levy man, dubbed the ‘champion of Styria.’ “He shall fight in my stead.” stated Konyves. “Will anyone fight for me?” the impostor Peter Charles stated. There was a silence, before being erupted with the sound of laughter and mockery. One could say tears could be seen welling in the man’s eyes as hope faded from his visage.
The river Baltas. Unruly and rabid its current crashed on the wooden pylons holding the bridge up. On top of the bridge stood two armored men. Evald with his back to the capital, whilst the impostor Horen stood with his back to Ostrog Ivanoyy. They both strapped their shields to their left arms, and arming swords gripped in their right hands. They stared at each other, one whose face bulged from his helm from a vicious beating, while the other calm, cool, and calculating. Then the signal was given. Both men advanced in an en garde state, observing each other’s movements. Evald struck first, landing a feint hit on top of the impostor’s helm, causing the sound about the two to ring in a metallic clang. Next the impostor struck a glancing blow aimed at Evald’s torso, nearly grazing his side from the attempted pierce. But this proved to be the impostor’s undoing. Evald struck with his sword down on the man’s neck guard, promptly causing the impostor to flinch away in panic, whilst Evlad pressed forward send a jab with his sword through the man’s breastplate, striking his abdomen within.
A halt was called as the impostor collapsed to the flooring of the bridge, blood spewing from the man’s jaws, as he held his gut in agony from Evald’s strike. The several crown knight who were in attendance and who’d witnessed the duel flocked over to attempt to treat the impostor’s wounds. “To the Capital! His justice is not yet served.” Konyves stated as he then locked his hand in a clasp with Evald’s hand. “Fine strike sir, very good indeed. Now off to the capital.” he’d state
The crowd gathered around the man in the stockades, the impostor was of the line of Horen-Mardon, a treasonous line who’d betrayed the people of Renatus. Ser Pius, in his official renatian plate lazily made his way to the stockade, with the retinue of Konyves in tow. He stood on the stockade and made his declaration, “People of Carloustadt, subjects of his Imperial Majesty’s grand Empire. I am Ser Pius, Chapter Master of the Order of the Red Dragon, have looked into the case of this… ‘man’, and have deemed him an impostor to our bloodline. His sentence,” he looked to Ser Bogdan of Styria, “Is death.” The crowd erupted in bloodlust, baying for the head of impostor, eagerly wanting to grab the decapitated head. “Have you any last words?” Ser Pius stated to him. Tears welling in his tear ducts, “Please this is injustice!” he whined, as Ser Bogdan withdrew his sabre. As he raised up his sabre above the man’s head he bellowed out once more, “PLEA-.” he was cut short as his frightened expression plastered over his face. The clean strike of Bogdan’s blade had cut short the impostor’s pleas of mercy, such is the fate of those who lay false claims on the bloodline of the dragon…
Chronologed by
Scribe Syd Kerznov of Styria
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"So it begins." States a weary scribe.
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The air tasted of salt and rum, whilst the air whooped and hollered in the afternoon blue sky. White pastels painted the blue canvas as a burning yellow shone it’s rays on the frigate, dubbed the ‘Tide Splitter’, truly a massive hulk of wood and nails, bearing a pattern of purple and black on its sails. At the helm of the ship’s hull was a head of a bronze dragon, fearsome and unyielding in face of the bitter and cold waves.
Standing at starboard was a small figure, cloaked in a large coat dazzled with baubles and ornaments of nobility. The boy was frail and pale as the snowy lands he came from. His hair was a auburn coloration while his grey eyes were pale and observing. A large figure, burly and ragged, strode to the side of the small and young boy, placing his hefty hand on the figure’s shoulder, though very gently and with hesitation.
“What is it Captain Jonnas?” the boy asked without breaking concentration on the ocean waves. The larger figure paused then looked out to the sea and onward to the land ahead, “We’ve arrived… ye’r imperial highness.” Jonnas stated offer a faint smile. The noble boy simply cocked his head to his side staring into the vastness of the ocean, “Why’d father send me to my cousin’s empire?” he’d ponder the statement going to place his right hand on the railings of starboard. “Did I make him angry?” he’d look upward to the tall figure, emotion sapped from his face almost akin to a solem mannequin. The tall figure scratched the back of his head, thinking deeply before smiling, “No lad, ye’r father sent yeh here to be with ye’r family. To be with ye’r mum, and siblings.” he’d state, unconfident in his words. The boy just turned his head back to the sea, and in low voice, “I don’t even remember my mother… I wonder if she’ll even love me…” the voice would croak somewhat, as a single tear would streak down the youthful pale face. “Nay say it like that lad, A mother’d never forget her cub.” the burly man would interject, “Think of it lad, you’ll be in the imperial palace! Learning noble stuffs!” he’d attempt to change subject but the you boy would just turn from the ocean, facing back to the busy deck of ship, bustling with sea-life. “I’m going to bed…” the boy would say retreating from the deck and vanishing into the lodgings of the captain’s cabin.
The young boy would slump down to his beddings, burying his face in the pillow before coughing violently. The white cloth would begin to speckle with crimson, as it lurched from his throat. Shortly the coughing fit would cease, in which the boy would begin to clean his face of any speckle of blood that had pooled around his lips. He’d eventually collapse down into his bed, after changing the pillow’s lining, drifting off into sleep, a calm expression would cross his face as he found his peace in sleep and relaxation.
In a few saints days, James Oliver Horen will arrive in Carloustadt, reuniting with his family.
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"They would've failed their Greyspine rebellion if Dunamis hadn't held the line against the Romstun free company." Remarks a blind and frankly quite senile veteran of the horde.
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"We've much work to do..." a weary and now sick Gnaeus states, after finishing his hold in a single saint's day.
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pce, omnissiah take u
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Hmmm....
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Godemir eyes the poster... something seemed similar to it's make...
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33 minutes ago, chaotikal said:
"oh look dad, another one!"
Dormin looked over, in his mind, an idea was planted.
"Can we make a trading card game out of these kingdoms?"
dormin would go on to sell millions of card packs
"Doomforged kingdom when." Asks Volkkas Doomforged.
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guys lets remove war too, that rarely even happens too haha xp
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Raids barely happen anymore, just remove them xd
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A Certain Camel Bandito smirks as his brothers and sisters ready for war!
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remove raids n remove war rp only server haha xd
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haha irl logistics in block game xd
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Avchirran ito Gladewynn
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