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  1. Jack from Cross-the-Waters rows his boat ashore.
  2. You cannot sell provinces while at war in eu4.
  3. Is this for warclaim roster documentation?
  4. Move CT off map. Have one way warps to the capitals and remove soulstones. Roads can then arise naturally from traffic between settlements, and be built/agreed to by invested player groups. If you want to bring about true navigation and exploration of a new land, this is the way to do it. Instead of lazily warping back to spawn to go check in on the next new map build, players would need to learn of where they are in the world and where each group had settled. Such a system also encourages nations to spread more evenly across the greater whole of the map, without fear of getting noob traffic blocked off and simultaneously preventing players from navigating via the protected CT. Whether it be ring road, hubs, or King's road, these designs all fall victim to a CT bias and constrain viable land to their arteries. Removing these designs from a potential map can offer a lot in terms of how the world can grow past its initial release. Prebuilds are fine, I will build it on a flatworld if I must, this is a threat.
  5. Owyn was the sixth born amongst his siblings, and the second son. It was a loving family he had been born into, in times when peace was abundant. Yet fate would not leave it so. Tension and turmoil would sink their roots in as Owyn first learned of the world. First was his mother’s death, not so long after his final sister had been born, little Laurentina. Then came estrangement as his eldest sister, Henrietta, would be cast out for what she wrought upon their father in her marriage. Next a sister, Daphne, would be taken this time by that Pale Rider. Years passed and Owyn grew, confiding himself as no more than the spare to his brother, Helton, the heir. That was the task he gave himself in quiet, availing these deaths in righteous delusion that he would one day as Duke make this pain and suffering worth it. But that was a lie, all to mask the covetous nature of his heart. And then came war. From then on all was calamity, the complete and utter upheaval of the world Owyn had been born into. Institution after institution crumbled and decayed, smashed to bits as surely as Southbridge had been. Owyn had fought then, alongside his father and brother, for an Emperor and Empire the world despised. He did so because he thought it made him better, for only a dutiful son could ever hope to inherit. Where others fought for wealth and baubles, land and wives, he did so only because he was obliged, a true nobleman. Only this was another way Owyn deceived himself, for he had his prize in mind, though pride and patriotism were there in equal measure. The war dragged on and the nation’s fortunes withered. His father, an already elderly man by the war’s onset, had passed away between campaigns, leaving his brother as Duke. Owyn had spent much time away from home then, finding comfort in traveling abroad between campaigning seasons. Still he was drawn home with his father’s death, embracing his remaining siblings at the funeral. With his brother, though they quarreled, he still felt the fraternal bond, and the two wrestled as they had in younger years. Glad that despite their divergent paths, they were brothers still. Not long however after, was their family visited with death once more. Murder is what Owyn likened it to, the day the news broke of his brother’s demise. Caius de Ravensbourg, may his bones be crushed, had issued the execution of the Duke at his capture, affording him no ransom or cell to wait out the war. This was a blade through Owyn’s heart, an impotent fury that engulfed him, for while the war was waged this murderer was beyond his reach. So then the task of raising the orphaned children of his brother fell to Owyn, children who bore the title he once so coveted. The prospect dangled in front of him so, he needed only to reach out and take the title he so righteously considered as his own, like so many others would have done. But Owyn did not, after all this time Owyn’s ambition faltered, it was not right. The prospect was a poison to his soul, he could not imbibe it in his grief and his zeal. To do what is right, Owyn obsessed himself with this now. So then when his youngest sister, Laurentina, went to him with her prospect for marriage, Owyn was inflamed. How could she have possibly considered such a match? For she would forsake what Owyn considered to be right and good in the world, the faith and family that they had been brought up in, for so trite a thing as love. Owyn challenged the man on the spot and was promptly refused and beaten by the suitor’s men for it. Of the hands that pulled him up to recover from the pummeling were those of a Prince whose place in the succession was not so dissimilar from his own. From then on, Owyn was estranged from Laurentina, a rift that had only just begun to mend when fate would next reveal its hand. The war was at long last lost. A conflict that had consumed over half of his life, of his families’ lives, was over and they were defeated, the entire nation laid low as the vanquished. The country was then put into a tailspin; the defeated monarchs sought to quarter the realm in their final act before death. Quickly enough, armies were again raised, beneath one banner was the heir, who claimed righteousness to reunite, and under the other was the spare, who had once lent Owyn a hand. Owyn went to neither initially; there was no right in this Brother’s War, either side would have seen him slay comrades and dear friends alike. But then this civil war came to Providence, where his kith and kin had resided, the entire world being drowned in the fever pitch of the armies. Owyn damned what was right and wrong right there and then, abandoning the false pretenses that had guided his life until then. With victory came a dead niece and the title he had long ago coveted. Then his sister Laurentina died. Laurentina had flung herself from a tower, taken by madness. Owyn could not weep a tear for her, heart hardened to news of death, instead his sorrow manifested in the hollowness he felt inside. Years passed and friends died just as they had before Owyn became Duke. Owyn took a wife and tried to find love with her, but his growing reservedness held him back. She bore him a son, but he remained unfulfilled. Ever the Duke reigned, the more alone he felt, prone to a brooding depression. Time would pass still but eventually that too would be cut short. A word on his youngest sister drew him from home, and then his demise. Owyn Leopold Helvets 1836-1876
  6. The primary method for political shakeups on the server is war, rebellion, and diplomacy, not in the ability of charters to grab land. Nations, as a general rule, want to grant land as it is the primary currency in which they deal, allowing them to foster ties with communities that are different from themselves. You need only look at Urguan to see this in action as they've created a system of vassalage where they grant nominal independence in exchange for military or other services, this is/was the case with Sedan, the Ferrymen, and Blackvale. This was used to great effect in the last major war as either side saw swings in the balance of power due to the actions of these groups which ultimately left Oren fragmented. The regions at the center of this may be OOC constructs, but they facilitate an entirely RP exchange and relationship that the server would struggle to otherwise have. Nation status is itself an OOC mechanic ideally representing more permanent communities of the server from which better foundations for RP can be built. Nations themselves are both RP and player constructs created from the various communities that populate the server and are reinforced via roleplay. Any group is free to operate in the manner of a nation at any time just don't expect to be immediately endorsed with nation status. If these pseudo-nations wish to land themselves then they should either work with an existing nation through diplomacy or take land from another through war. A majority of our nations rise and fall in a manner similar to this and often times it is the primary RP generator on the server and sparks creative interest. You can run through a hundred other LoTC systems and pick out what components of them are OOC. The point that I make with regards to charters is that it is a system better done in RP by players and nations than staff.
  7. Nations will acquire land regardless of the system implemented by the admins, whether it is through arbitration or freebuild. Atlas is more than proof of that despite its freebuild system, with settlements like Belvitz ultimately being arbitrated by Renatus. Nations are not OOC staff-constructs, rather they are player-constructs endorsed by the staff. Most often they are created either through player groups petitioning staff, see Fenn, or by de facto operating as a nation, such as Haense or Ves. My argument is that if a group cannot acquire land using RP or simply recognition from any of the multitude of nations in existence, then they should not receive land. Negotiate a treaty, sign a contract, vassalize, outright purchase it from players, any of these methods is itself an RP interaction that integrates a would-be group into the wider community, staff meddling should ultimately be just to enact these deals with regions. Charter systems as they've existed are solely an OOC method of land distribution, requiring no interaction or grounding in the world to be done, which in my view is their greatest point of failure. As for who should receive land in a new map, the answer is usually self-evident, take what exists at the end of the last map and prune what was seriously deficient or reduce their footprint to just a settlement or enclave.
  8. No thank, I do not want or need freebuild. Charter systems should be done away with as well. The only method one should use to acquire land is through RP with Nations.
  9. No it doesn't. It just furthers the arms race between builders and infiltrators which results in larger structures to make explosives futile and limits building options to be anti-ladder.
  10. "What the hell?" Owyn says, reading the missive that was pushed into his face.
  11. "Absolutely deranged these vampires." Owyn Leopold Helvets remarked, mulling the report over some red wine at Cheval Hall. "A bolt through the heart and a leaden sarcophagus chained to the bottom of the sea. That will rid us of this menace."
  12. Owyn Leopold Helvets laments the death of his sister from an armchair in Cheval Hall, observing the spot upon which so many of his family had been cremated. Not long before they had just laid to rest their joint niece. The past decades had taken their toll on the family, every year seeming to bring with it the death of a sibling or a child. Whatever discontent he had with his sister now melted away, leaving him in the vast halls alone with his sorrow.
  13. To the King A New Duke 4th of Harren’s Folly, 1868 Upon this eve, Duchess Andrea Fredericka Helvets passed away after suffering from pneumonia during a period of illness at Cheval Hall. The late Duchess was a young girl born in turbulent times, ever changing, and we are saddened to lay her to rest. A pyre is to be raised in her honor and the late Duchess cremated as is the tradition of our House. May GOD keep her in the Seven Skies. As the late Duchess left no heirs of the body, the Duchy of Cathalon shall be inherited by Owyn Leopold Helvets, her paternal uncle and long time guardian regent. The line of succession shall be established to pass to his surviving nephew and niece, Richard Helton Helvets followed by Rosina Matilde Helvets, and their progeny before passing to the Duke's own. With this change comes also proclamation of the House of Helvets to his Majesty, Frederick I, as was already the case during the Battle for Providence. Let our fealty be sworn to the rightful King and our realm be made whole again. For King and Country. IN NOMINE DEI, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Frederick I, King of Oren, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera. Owyn Leopold Helvets, Duke of Cathalon, [Posted [email protected]’s permission]
  14. Owyn Leopold Helvets wept before the destruction, kneading a small gold rosary in his hands. It was not the first time such a calamity had befallen the City of Providence, then he was but a boy he gazed up and saw the towering inferno. Now he stood before the ruins of his father's own cathedral, praying for GOD to deliver swift retribution upon this foul Omen's provocateurs.
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