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AN EMPTY NIGHT SKY In the year 226 of the Second Age 13th of The Amber Cold ✠ To the Royarch, I appreciate you responding to my letters with an open mind. Thus far, you have been quite amiable, and it is clear that you care about your people, even if our views may differ. Contrary to the flurry of angry letters, messages and glares my men and I received after delivering our proposition to your doorstep, I do hope you didn’t have any troubles when deliberating over what was asked of you. I write to you today to declare that you have reached the final stretch in which this offer stands. The clock is ticking, and you do not have time to waste entertaining the foolish summits of your allies whilst your thrones are being stolen and your people grow weary beneath the relentless thunder of our assaults. My proposal—and the convenience it offers you—will remain on the table for only one more month. If you fail to provide an official response within that time, I will rescind my offer, leaving you doomed to fall into ashen ruin alongside your Haeseni friends—unless you recognize that their endeavor is futile and will bring both your nation and its people to nothing but extinction. You all are so hell-bent on aiding the excommunicated kingdoms in their defense when their consequence for defeat will be but a mere setback upon their sinful road, whilst the punishment for the people of Celia’nor promises its absolute annihilation—your history and legacy erased with nothing but fairy tales of a forgotten past lest you transfer it’s care over to me. Your journey has met its end, with any and all roads of continuance leading back to the offer at hand. The countdown has begun. One month. Take the offer, or don’t—but choose wisely, for the fate of your people lies in your grasp. Hadrian van Aert

This thread has been voided. See here: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/246506-on-celianors-dissolution/ THE LAST FADING STAR In the year 226 of the Second Age ✠ To the Royarch, The once-supreme status of the Principality of Celia’nor has long faded. People depart your lands en mass in search of better life. Those responsible for your citizens well-being are unable to protect anyone, and now you signed your end by standing with the excommunicated Haenseni. The great men and women of Aevos are pressed under the boot of new generations of Haenseni, who refuse to rally in aid to even the smallest skirmishes. While it's not much different from the days of Veletz, these Haenseni can no longer guarantee safety and grant you protection under their wings. Upon the release of this missive, I already imagine how the skies will darken with flocks of birds towards the Starlit capital, begging you to ignore this, to remain as you were and to not listen to ‘heathens’ offering you a fair solution. We have spoken not many times, Lady Celia’nor, but I trusted you to be a person of your word and you did deliver. Now, I offer you my own promises, should you be wise to accept: You declare the end of Principality of Celia’nor as it is and relieve its boundless lands to me, Hadrian van Aert, to rebuild the country as he sees fit - a strong militaristic power of the region. The titles of royalty, such as the Princess of Celia’nor will remain in the venerable Iryne Ibarellan’s possession, should she accept these demands. A new country with a new name will emerge in its place with Hadrian van Aert as its head. The current citizens within the county's borders will be allowed to remain. Peers of the realm will be offered new titles. The remaining Ibarellans in honor of this agreement will be offered housing and safety, but will not be made Peers within the new realm. The sympathizers of Veletz will also stop hunting you for your ‘neutrality’ during the Aevos coalition war. Celia’nor shall not have her history erased and her library will remain open for all. Celia’nor shall provide Adalhart von Draco a personal butler by the name Ellisar Ibarellan (DuckstepOP). I, Hadrian van Aert, now raise my hand and I shall build and elevate the new power of MAN in the Midlands. I offer you all this in hopes you understand that this is the only way for your citizens to remain in their homes, safe with their families. I will return to the Northern Midlands and save it from the decay that grips it now. I will act in accordance with the Lord’s will and return our Midlands to better days, days that many have longed for. Those in support of this noble cause should not shy away from vocalizing the benefits of my propositions to the people of Celia’nor. Surrender your throne to me and all your people will thank you. Hadrian van Aert

thank you for this, now i know i can get killed 50 times and just come back with no consequences!

+rep to everyone who wasnt completely retarded

Somewhere deep within the Heartlander mountains, Hadrian tossed in another log in the little campfire. "We move at first light." He announced to the landsknechts beside him.

the ferrymen scammed me for all my cool st items and said the only way i can get them back if i fight with them. its been 2 years now and the items still nowhere to be seen. i am being held hostage against my will. when i try to leave they send me my location in dms... someone should really do something about this problematic group.

remove redstone doors

"GASH," Aevar peered up at the black hole manifestation, one the swallowed up those beside him. Feeling of dread dissipating, which was quickly overtaken by anger when the same hole vanished alongside those present within. For he tried saving the so called Azli, who was there alone with Aevar atop the rooves to take on the army of the Archlich head-on first. "IS THIS HOW YOU FACE ME," The elf shrieked into the skies where the hovering Archlich was last seen, blaming himself for the inability to save the two who saved him first. "COWARD!" He yelled one last time before collapsing on the roof from exhaustion.

who let him cook so hard wtf +100

+1 cool community with rlly good rp also +1 for new realm another +1 for making so many ppl cope

remove ss pillars completely

Reinolt von Draco welcomes his new friends in the fruitful plains for the evil excommunicated men (Veletz) with open arms.

"Classic Renato-Adrian victory!" Reinolt cheers throughout Velec.

Reinolt cheers and raises his blade after the successful battle. "They did not stand a chance! Most of their people didnt even come to the battle, did the King forget to rally his people?!"

"And we'll do it again!" Reinolt von Draco laughs manically as his valiant steed passes by outside the massive walls.

23rd of Horens Calling, 1916 After leaving our former lands, it did not take long for us to arrive in the area of old which used to be plagued with never ending turmoil and war. It was my first time seeing it with my own eyes, before that - only stories and miserable landscape paintings. First we discovered the sight of Acre - long and abandoned farmlands and wooden houses that were left without a Baron, despite my grandfather's valiant efforts to defend them. We then passed the overgrown city of Vienne, whose the bells and choirs had resounded throughout the continent, but now remains completely silent with only vegetation populating the cobble streets. Most people had cause for resentment toward Frederick because of what he did to Acre, yet despite his control, the city was never devoid of inhabitants. Eventually we made our way far down only to find that the south is once again populated by great men from across all heartlands. Before entering Velec, we made sure to stop by the ruins of where once stood the city of Haverlock - a place where our grandparents engaged in ferocious battles on opposite sides. Momentarily after our arrival I had a long conference with the Duke of Adria as we strolled around the historical lands and ruins of what once was. Here, below the soil, lies most of the soldiers who fell during the long Orenian war as the area was an active battleground for decades. The conversation enlightened me with a clear understanding that both of our visions are very much alike and the Duke's honesty is commendable. With that, I vowed to raise the House von Draco banner for Adria in time of need and stand beside its humble citizens should disorder return to the southern heartlands again. We shall rebuild and continue to prevail together. Reinolt von Draco

Loran von Draco's eyes flickered with excitement and joy at the news of the Renatian house unity. "Perhaps the time has finally come..." A low exhale released from the man before his cart jolted off. As the cart made its way to the old Orenian lands, Lorans smile eventually faded away, but the warmth it had created remained within him.

Most loyal imperialist soldier seen to man.

"Hank..." Some beast mutters in complete shock!

The behemoth stands within the facilities next to the many dead so called Petrans, thinking back of the Knight Paramounts fall. "Hank..." It mutters.

Loran cheers for the ultimate rizzlord of SA 113. "Never expected him to have such game!"