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Morgan of Angren reads as he is on the mend from the latest battle against Gashadabokurokinoadurokuro. One thing was certain to the knight, Stassion remained a thorn to all the Heartlands.

"God have mercy on us all." Morgan stated, guarding the King's corpse.

"A prayer for peace." Morgan says, signing the document.

make it 2 days

"A new Pontiff, after so many years." Morgan thought to himself, gazing upon the wrinkles that had overtaken the back of his hand since the last enthronement. So many friends come and gone, so much time lost.

The Citrine Guard Established 1948 “As our village sports no gates so must we be its shield, As our Clergy wander the world so must we be their cloak, As undeath marches upon the land so must we be the gold that banishes evil.” Mission The mission of the Citrine Guard is to first and foremost protect our humble Lemon Hill, its denizens, and the clergy. Be the threat mortal, voidal, undead, or demonic in nature, the Citrine Guard is to stand at the ready for the Hill’s defense. We fight for no King or Kingdom, insteading wielding our blades for GOD. The Chain, the Ranks of the Citrine Guard The command of the Citrine Guard is symbolized by a simple iron chain. Each link, whether at the top or bottom, is vital to the overall structure of the organization. Whether one’s rank is that of Grandmaster, the leader of the Citrine Guard, or Recruit, Enlisted or Band of the Flaming Iris, each link must be carefully maintained. The Band of the Flaming Iris The Band of the Flaming Iris houses the knights of the Citrine Guard, men and women trained in the chivalric tradition to keep virtue and the tenants of the organization at heart. I. Grandmaster of the Flaming Iris The Grandmaster is the overall leader of the Citrine Guard, responsible for commissioning the officers of the Citrine Guard and bestowing spurs upon the worthy. The Grandmaster’s foremost duty is to Lemon Hill, protecting the demesne with their own life if necessary. When a Grandmaster dies or retires, their successor is to be chosen of the Knight-Commanders. Ser Morgan of Angren, 1948 - Present II. Knight-Commander of the Flaming Iris The Knight-Commanders serve as veteran officers of the Citrine Guard, capable of commanding both the Citrine Guard and the knights of the Flaming Iris. In the Chain of Command, they are second only to the Grandmaster. Dame Valda, 1948 - Present III. Knight of the Flaming Iris A knight of the Flaming Iris is to be a seasoned warrior trained in the chivalric tradition. They are to uphold the virtues of their rank at all times, for which they are permitted to bear a coat of arms of their own. In the Chain of Command, they are equivalent to a Man-at-Arms. Enlisted I. Sergeant, colloquially known as the “Lemon Sour” Sergeants serve to direct men in battle and maintain discipline in the ranks. They are to be proven soldiers more than capable of commanding their comrades. II. Man-at-Arms, colloquially known as the “Lemon Head” Man-at-Arms serve as the proven veterans of the Citrine Guard, capable of holding their own. May command lower ranks at the behest of a Sergeant or lack thereof. III. Militiaman, colloquially known as the “Lemon Levy” Militiamen are the backbone of the Citrine Guard, drilled and disciplined to be entrusted with the crest of Lemon Hill upon their tabard. Their purpose is to follow the orders of their Sergeant and serve as the mainline infantry of the Citrine Guard. IV. Recruit, colloquially known as the “Lemon Drop” Recruits are the initial enlisted of the Citrine Guard, to be trained and made into Militiamen within the span of a year. Billets Billets sit outside the traditional chain of command, existing as positions vital to the function and armament of the Citrine Guard. Any soldier may be assigned a billet, regardless of rank. I. Quartermaster The Quartermaster works to ensure that all men are armed, armored, and provisioned within the Citrine Guard, directing the alchemists and blacksmiths to accomplish this goal. II. Alchemist Alchemists work to ensure that alchemical supplies of the Citrine Guard are well stocked and the production of potions and elixirs. III. Blacksmith Blacksmiths work to ensure the Citrine Guard is equipped with proper steel and the maintenance of our arsenal. IV. Medicae Medicae work to bind the wounded of the Citrine Guard, be it with sutures or alchemics, tasked with preserving cherished life. Pay Enlisted I. Sergeant Room and Board A daily portion of meat and a lemon A daily portion of beer at the Red Roof Inn Arms and Armor A horse 15 minas a year II. Man-at-Arms Room and Board A daily portion of meat and a lemon A daily portion of beer at the Red Roof Inn Arms and Armor A horse 10 minas a year III. Militiaman Room and Board A daily portion of meat and a lemon A daily portion of beer at the Red Roof Inn Arms and Armor 5 minas a year IV. Recruit Room and Board A daily portion of meat and a lemon Training “Know us by our tabard.” Those seeking to enlist should contact either Ser Morgan of Angren (househelvets) or Dame Valda (Jtit#9196). Alternatively, one may apply by replying to this posting in the following format: Application Name: Age: Race: Username: Discord: https://discord.gg/hkpt7R6gqt

"I am not a lord..." Morgan kvetches over the terminology of the pact. He is otherwise ready and able to wield his sword in the name of Lemon Hill against the forces of undeath.

Ser Morgan of Angren recoups from his duel the other eve, sporting a new cut upon the good side of his face. How vile it was that a warrior should be so enthralled by the dark, his foe one of the few living amongst the undead. Morgan murmured a soft prayer for the grisly end he had meted out, for his enemy deserved as much as that.

@SanderThe map of races would not reflect the current state of Aeldin, given that the makeup of the continent changes greatly between the differing eras and centuries have passed since a proper update has been made. With the time that has passed since conquest, the elves and dwarves should be almost, if not entirely, extinct and any mention of their existence being relegated to fairy tales as a majority of histories were rewritten or destroyed by Imperial censors. You could also break up the Heartlander/Highlander/Farfolk blocks into the various subcultures; The Imperial territories being composed of an Imperial ruling caste and the native (presumably Jorenic) peasants, each area of the Empire serving as a stand in for a different European culture. The Farfolk of the Al Norid Sultanate being linked to Rassids and used as a stand in for Andalusia.

"Might the monarchs of man see past their own ambition and join as brothers in Faith. Peace only came after so much strife in the last war, let it not be spoiled now." Morgan prayed fervently that eve, much in agreement with Mother Oksana's words.

"On behalf of Lemon Hill, we thank your highness for the charity in our time of need. May God reward such piety, for we surely shall." Signed, Ser Morgan of Angren

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Ice on the Hill 5th of Horen’s Calling, in the year of our Lord 1945. To the Canonist Faithful, A freak winter storm has descended upon Lemon Hill, cloaking our fair grange in a sheet of ice and snow. Many of our lemon trees have been affected by this frost, it is not yet known the extent of the damage. It is expected for our harvest to be much diminished in the coming year. Strange figures and ominous whispers have been observed in the blizzard, likely the result of magi and ne'er-do-wells. Visitors should take caution and remain in the warmth of a brazier or torch. All residents are advised to wear a second layer of winter clothes, as well as to double their supply of firewood. GOD shall yet see us through this trial, for we are His faithful. IN NOMINE DEI Ser Morgan of Angren

damn that's some nice formatting

"These spuds are totally outrageous..." Remarked Morgan, having spied one during Mother Frinna's art show at Lemon Hill.

Morgan of Angren will be sure to attend in his new attire :)

Charity for Whitespire, 1942 The extent of flooding in the Royal Capital of Whitespire. 2nd of Harren’s Folly, in the year of our Lord 1942. Hear ye faithful, no more than a few days past has a giant wave washed over the city of Whitespire, flooding its streets and destroying the homes of a great many of its denizens. In the wake of such devastation it cleaves to us, those united by the Faith, to provide for our fellow man in his time of need. Thus we of Lemon Hill hereby solicit donations to aid those effected by this calamity. Please deposit all material donations upon the cart before the Monastery of the Sacred Heart. What is most needed at this time are items such as these: - Dry Clothes and Blankets, -Temporary Accommodations, such as tents, - Fresh Foodstuffs, such as Kosher Bread and Bales of Wheat, - Potable Water, - Dry Firewood and Kindling. By your contribution we hope to help our brethren in their time of need. Those who are displaced at the present time by this catastrophe can of course find shelter at Lemon Hill. Additionally, we are calling for skilled medicae to travel to Whitespire to provide aid on site. IN NOMINE DEI, Ser Morgan of Angren

Upon Lemon Hill, a grizzled knight of forty recalls a bout from his youth in golden days long since past. Across him his opponent, a murmuring boy two years his elder, yet Morgan did not care. Morgan was ever eager to prove himself, certain of his own abilities, he had picked the beanpole Alasdair out of the crowd for that very reason. Clack, clack, clack. Each strike grew Morgan's confidence ever more. Their last bind had thrown Alasdair off kilter, an opening. The only thing that could get in Morgan's way now was himself. The boy of ten ducked in, sword overhead just as he'd seen in the manuscript. With practiced feet and a cocksure grin, he paced around, preparing to pirouette as he'd seen in the manuscript. Yet when Morgan launched his attack, he felt not his master stroke connect, but Alasdair's. The boy of twelve stood atop the platform while Morgan was sent into the dust and dirt, defeated. A friendship was born then, for Morgan had found someone to surpass in Alasdair, but the quiet attentions of the girl in white had sown the seeds of loathing in Morgan for what he could never be.

SUGGESTED RENAME: Strength (Offense) to Strength abrv. STR Strength (Defense) to Endurance abrv. END Skill (Offense) to Dexterity abrv. DEX Skill (Defense) to Agility abrv. AGI Renaming these stats provides better clarity and brevity when communicating, each starting with its own letter making for easier abbreviation.

I am not a lord, but I will attend nevertheless. Morgan writes back on his RSVP. @AndrewTech

The First Lemon Harvest 16th of Tobias’ Bounty, in the year of our Lord, 1935 To the Good People of Canondom, Thanks to the contributions of the Canonist Faithful, Lemon Hill has been founded between the rivers Constance and Northflow. After years of hard work, our providence is made manifest. Upon its peak the Monastery of the Sacred Heart stands to serve as a true bastion of learning for all the land. Down its slopes our congregation now settles, tilling the fields, pursuing their crafts, and tending the lemon trees. To celebrate the coming harvest of lemons, the good people invite all the realm to come and sample the fruit of our labors. Be it our titular lemons, our patented brews, or our fine meals, all shall be provided in ample abundance to those who come. IN NOMINE DEI OOC: Saturday, July 29th, 3 PM EST

"Such trouble it is when so many be-crowned heads gather. Each carries themself as a King, and is loathe to not have it their way." Morgan of Angren muttered, witnessing the troubled summit, "At least peace was signed despite all the bickering. And look, my name is upon it too!"

Morgan of Angren gets to work, bundling up the many construction goods necessary to found his new home.