thesmellypocket

"I tried my best, Jurgen! Next time I will not make such a foul mistake!" Francois promises Jurgen. "At least when people say you cure a leper people will know it is TRUE now!"

The Annuls

I shall continue adding to these accounts as I grow older.

I.A Boy Witnesses a Terrible Punishment

I remember distinctly, whilst at the age of 11, being within the walls of the city of Felsen, when there was a large crowd of men who were gathered around the stage area in the market. I was with my brother (God rest his soul) and I asked him “Why has this crowd gathered?” Suddenly, everybody when silent. When the man on the stage spoke, he said he had come to castrate a man for the crime of incest. I asked my brother what incest was in the silence, and many eyes gazed on me and my brother. He had to explain the meaning of the word, and then my brother tried to force me to close my eyes. I refused, witnessing the castration. By the Creator! It is fitting you allow us to create these punishments to punish the sinner, for it was a truly terrible sight!

My brother then bellowed at me with a voice so powerful it caused the ground to shake “That is why you close your eyes when I tell you to!” I retorted “By the truth of our religion, brother, if I never see such sights I will never gain an understanding of the world’s brutality.”

II.The Importance of the Seven Virtues

My brother (May God rest his soul) put a great deal of energy into my education, thereby trying to elevate my status away from the common Burgher. He expected me to be squired to a minor noble, and in Savoie I met one called Charles Fournier (May God rest his soul). I said to him “Bonjour! My brother wants me to be squired to men like you, and I regret it!” He replied that he had no knowledge of such an engagement. He exclaimed “By the glory of GOD, you mentioned Augustus Fournier, who was my father.” Since I had mentioned the Ballad of Milvian Bridge. I replied “By the truth of my religion! Anyone who fought at that battle is deserving of my respect, as well as their descendants.” I asked for an apology, and when he granted it I learnt never to act like such again; I must be humble to nobles, minor and senior. Later one of the priests (May God rest his soul) ranted at me. “Francois! You must know the seven virtues, especially humility!” From that day on I learned to obey the Seven Virtues, especially humility, as to never insult the son of a distinguished man.

III.The Death of my Brother and Life in Felsen Alone

A day of great sadness arrived when my brother (May God rest his soul) died in the employ of the de Sola dynasty, and I lived on my own at 12. I had no home, and managed to raise enough money to usually find an inn to sleep in. I still had vast quantities of parchment, and so decided to take up the quill. Just before my brother’s death I had become greatly enthralled by the most excellent code of chivalry (may it forever be upheld), and I decided to write about that. I kept trying, but only stopped when had achieved a higher standard than what was possible from me at that age. There were many men who were generous to me at that time. The priests of Felsen (May they strive away from corruption) helped with my education and steered me away from heresy. I kept asking myself questions such as “Why did God (glory be to He) create lepers?” However, I survived and tried to gain whatever education I could in the process.

V.Guy de Bar Offers Hospitality to a Leper Beyond his Knowledge

That most noble Count, Guy de Bar (God’s favour be upon his heirs), offered me a place in the castle of Peremont along with the Order of Saint Amyas until I could find someone willing to take me as a squire. These men were good, and it was here I met my most excellent friend by the name of Jurgen (God’s favour be upon him) a Waldenian living in the castle. He was a descendant of the Blessed Kristoff von Herrick, a most excellent clergyman of noble stature and piety.

It was here I began to lose my sense of touch in my right hand. I had heard it was a sign of leprosy, and so told I told Charles Fournier (may God rest his soul) that I had seen such signs. He told me he knew not what is was, so I went to Jurgen (he was the only one I revealed my concerns of leprosy to) and he confirmed it. I was struck by horror, but tried to not dishonour my ancestors and God (may he forever be exalted). I did not know Jurgen that well at the time, but he tried many treatments without affect. He tried bleeding it twice, but the leprosy intensified, and now there were ulcers on my right hand. I always wore gloves.

Now leprosy is a lot less contagious than is often thought. In my experience of leprosy that I had as a boy it can take up to a decade of direct contact to pass the disease on. We thought it to be savage and incurable, and I was concerned I would lose the loss of my limbs and no longer be able to become a squire and embark on the path of chivalry.

During those miserable months I most carefully deliberated the path of life, and whether God was punishing me for my sins and for not joining the priesthood. However, honey mixed with small flakes of gold seemed to cause the disease to regress after a long period. It was truly a miracle! I care not for the honey, since God was rewarding Jurgen with success because Jurgen had displayed charity and diligence, two of the key virtues.

V.A Former Leper Expresses his Joy to GOD

I remember the day when Jurgen (May God favour him) confirmed that it had scarred like it happened mere seconds ago. Now at that time I had just about left Peremont for the services of a man who took me on as his squire. A few days before, a man called Augustus de Sola (May God have mercy on his soul) had come to me, battered and beaten by rebels (May God curse them) against King Oliver (May God rest his soul). He said he was going to be the new Lord Marshal one day and that he knew I needed a man to squire me. He had seen my essays and various writings and was impressed, and he said: “Auverginian! By the truth of our religion, I can offer what you need.” So he took me to his family’s castle and I became his squire.

He had been interested in a woman called Annabelle de Bar (May God rest her soul) and I spoke with her often. And then on that day, I came to her, with tears in my eyes, exclaiming at the miracle GOD had given us in being cured. She was elated, and we shared the joy for a long time. Eventually, we went to Augustus gain his reaction (neither of them knew I had the disease before) and his was much more level-headed and general-like. “That is excellent news.” He told me. “Now you may continue on the path of chivalry, Francois.” Those words filled me with joy.

But most people cannot comprehend or understand the sheer jubilation on that day, not only because I was saved but because I knew why lepers existed. It was so men could show their generosity! To test us! Lepers are not being punished! By the most brilliant and exalted God, we should show them charity and then the Creator will smile upon us.

VI.Sieges are the Bread and Butter of War

It was shortly after this that the Duke of Adria (May God curse him) decided to rebel against the rulership of King Olivier (May God rest his soul). I fought in my first engagement near my fourteenth birthday, on the road between Dour Watch and Peremont. I fought alongside my lord, and had an old nasal helm and a hauberk at the time. I was prideful and foolish, and they had superior heavy cavalry compared to our small force. They were all well equipped, with spearmen, and halberdiers, and swordsmen, and men at arms and skirmishers. Our attempts to fight were valiant, because I know of none of our major commanders, from the Ashfords to the de Solas that showed cowardice on that field. In the end, however, we were harried back towards Peremont, but the enemy (May God curse them) could not attack us there.

They taunted us, calling us craven. They shouted: “It is easy to be brave behind a castle wall, Savoyard scum!” And I replied “You fools think you can win a war on battles alone!? Surely, you are the epitome of foolishness!” They later withdrew, unwilling to attack such a substantial fortification. My lord Augustus (May God rest his soul, I think this was just before he was officially appointed Lord Marshal) had said on that day: “By the justness of our cause, they may win the field one day, but the next it is THEY who will face men with better surcoats!” I was right to believe him.

VII.A Squire Defeats a Man in Plate Armour

I remember now, after the cowardly skirmishing tactics of the enemy missile cavalry, they finally decided to face us on the field with a large force of heavy infantry and cavalry. We decided to split into two groups, one of light and one of heavy infantry. I was with the light infantry, and we stayed quiet except from one man. He estacially proclaimed a Savoyard victory before the battle, and I heard a gruff voice (May God bless the man who owned it) bellow in reply. “By the Grace of God, end this nonsense! I care not for your proclamations, you are as some foolish burgher councillor handing out foolish and imprudent edicts. Away with you!” And then the entire line was quiet.

We rushed their heavy infantry from both flanks and absolutely crushed them. I killed one of them (May God rest his soul), half-swording straight into his neck. Before, he towered over me in a complete suit of armour, but within seconds he tumbled down onto the ground, lifeless. He died with an explosive grunt such that his comrades routed around him, and I took his sword and shield for myself. I still say to this day of us: “We are but warriors of the working day our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch’d!”

Never underestimate half-swording. The enemy (May God curse them) was defeated!

VII.A Squire is Gifted Plate Armour

After weeks of skirmishes, I was completely exhausted but believed fully in the justice of our cause, which made me fight with all my earlier resolve. Augustus de Sola (May God rest his soul) said to me:

“With our backs to the wall, and believing in the justice of our cause, each one of us must fight on to the end. The safety of our homes and the good stewardship of our kingdom depend on the conduct of each one of us at this critical moment.”

I had some reason for comfort. My excellent and noble friend, Jurgen von Herrick (May God favour him) had looted some plate armour in the midst of battle, and he gifted it to me. Now that is a feat of generosity few can boast of, and fewer still actually live up to!

Our commanders were very diligent in getting us the correct equipment and supplies, and soon I was fully equipped. This time, the enemy (May God curse them) would face our wrath.

IX.A Squire Fights Alongside a Large Army

When we were at Peremont a mighty host was assembled, numbering by some accounts a striking 10,000. 4,200 of these were men of the Knight’s Lorraine, a most prestigious order. We saw the enemy and that they were nearly as numerous, and had those most cowardly horse archers. I was alongside the Lord Marshal in that battle. He beat and bore down all before him as he advanced, the infantry pushing at their centre and the de Sola cavalry obliterating their flanks. We killed many Adrians that day, and a glorious victory was won. It was the turning point.

I thanked the CREATOR our GOD by singing that most excellent piece of ecclesiastical music, popular among Auverginians and Lorranians that they call “Non Nobis.”

“Non nobis, domine, non nobis, sed nomine, tou da gloriam.”

A magical hymn indeed.

X.The Marvelous Secret of Polishing Plate

One thing that constantly frustrated me was that mail was so easy to clean in comparison to plate. With mail you would simply sand your hauberk, however, with plate armour must trouble is had in cleaning it. Now, to squires who seek a solution to this problem I have come with an answer that should at least make it easier:

Use vinegar to remove the rust, and then make sure to oil it afterwards.

I cannot believe how many men I have seen who do not oil their armour. Fools! By the truth of the Canon, USE THIS WISDOM to YOUR advantage!

XI.Missing a Generous Meal

Sieges are the bread and butter of war. However, I was absent for the sack of Brelus. I had at the time been struck by a most terrible fever, but I lived on. My comrades would say to me: “You missed it!” But they would also tell me that I would have been glad to have not been there.

For those without ample knowledge of this war, it has often been put down as a most vile scene of the mercilessness of soldiery, but such is the custom of war. For, so you see, it is customary of all peoples to sack a city if it refuses to surrender to the besiegers. I wonder very often about why they fought. Besiegers always fight for the hope of a relief force, of which they had none. Why did they hold out when defeat and sacking was so imminent? Still, the violations and assaults on the populace were considered grim and brutal, and I would (unfortunately) not be surprised to find out if there had been men on the path of chivalry who violated their own code on that day.

By Saint Daniel! (May God bless his name and his areas of patronage!) By the accounts of that sacking I can say that the average man is dedicated to no crown, but to peace. I tell you, the common serf in the fields does not care for the squabbles of duke so-and-so, and this and that. But the good King Olivier had already given the Adrians good autonomy and had protected their rights under the most glorious Feudal Law (may it be forever upheld), yet they rebelled. Nay, we had to fight in that war for whatever concessions we would have made would have been used against us!

Know this, reader. That I am a man of peace, though I am a man of both the sword and quill. I have seen war in all her terrible aspects; seen her kill close friends and comrades. However, sometimes we must fight!

And remember this above all: I know with all the certainty I can muster that God fought with us in our endeavours in Adria. God was on the side of King Olivier!

XII.The Establishment of a New Duchy

After the war, I was met with a most pleasant surprise as my Lord, Augustus, now d’Amaury (May God rest his soul), had established his own Duchy in the old territories of the rebels (May God curse them). I took up quarters at the keep in Summerhall, and for a long time I enjoyed peace and prosperity there.

The priest of that land was Bishop Piers of Lorraine (May God favour him), a highly principled man of good piety and pleasant memory. Our lady was Annabelle d’Amaury (formerly de Bar) who played a large part in the duchy and who taught me many lessons. Now Augustus granted me the Defender of Lorraine, an arming sword which I lost in battle some years ago. Such a dishonour will hopefully one day be repaid; that sword was not the greatest but it was mine.

XIII.A Squire and a Knight are Flogged

Now the only secular knight of this realm apart from Augustus was a man called Ser Orgmar, a ruthless warrior who arose from a lowborn background, as did I. Now I had been horrified when he had called the code of chivalry a “shitling code” and brought the matter up with Augustus d’Amaury. Our arguments had become quite heated, and so he ordered both of us flogged - Ser Orgmar for his disregard of chivalry and myself for the denunciation of many who refused to follow the good code in the tradition of Saint Edmond (blessed be his name). I had remarked to my lord, outraged: “By the truth of my religion! Am I to be flogged to for defending the code which are you supposed to make my follow?” I was flogged doubly for those words.

The flogging was as painful as many of the wounds I received in battle. Foolishly, I began to waver in my goals. I thought “How can I follow the code and my lord?” The hope was drained out of me. Then Annabelle had come to the barracks where I lay later than day and exclaimed towards me: “Francois! Lose not sight of the code and of the church! If you stay strong and defend what is just, you will sometimes be persecuted for it. My husband can sometimes be wrothful but even if you do disagree with him on principle you may still advance!” Those words had reinvigorated me, and when I had recovered my youthful fervour returned. I still thank GOD in his wisdom for creating such a woman, for who knows where I may be today.

XIV.A Squire Finds Hope with a Knight

Now, after this incident Ser Orgmar, to his credit, did make very laudable efforts to reconcile us. In the end, he agreed to not insult the code if I withdrew my harsh words about him. I had great hope in that man, for he did try to learn the code which he had neglected for so many years. I knew he had a reputation of being the antithesis of a good knight; I still do not know where he is or what he has done to this day. Hopefully he did change himself, but I know not. If he did, I may wish him to live in happiness for the rest of his days in harmony and contentment, for surely GOD is a most merciful being that will forgive those who change their unvirtuous and cur-like ways.

I think this is why promoting knights from a background which did not entail being a squire and a page is so rare. They often only gain a true understanding of the code later in life, rather than taking it to heart at a young age. In the meantime, they commit terrible acts which cause disgrace to not only their own house but all on the Path of Chivalry.

However, I would also have a russet-coated knight that knows what he fights for than what is called a noble and is nothing else. It may rouse some spirits to see plain men such as I on such a path, but why do the nobles not come to these positions? Who could have hindered them? And since it were necessary for chivalry to be upheld...Better plain men than none.

XV.The Arts of Peace

With no war, I spent much of my time absorbing the Arts of Peace. My lady Annabelle (May God rest her soul) had given me access to her library on the condition that I give her any of my transcriptions. This included the Art of Strategy by Harald and Adolf von Manstein, an essay I had written on chivalry, etc.

I began to read the works of great musicians and learn how to play the lyra and the lute. I even made some of my own secular music, which has unfortunately been lost.

I did, however, train with the Lord Marshal. I remember one morning in the courtyard we sparred, and I had a heater shield and arming sword. He always took a longsword; it is most customary for knights to not have a shield in our modern times. I tell you, the Ancients utilised the shield in a way we find alien. He never relented, and always tried his hardest. He never “went easy”, instead testing me constantly.

I remember one moment when I did not keep my shield close to my sword arm when I attacked, and he hit me on the sword arm. “By Saint Edmond, you may see such techniques in tapestries but this is the real world! Those tapestries also contain men with their helmets being cleaved. They are complete nonsense. Listen to me, instead.”

The next time, I used my shield more effectively. He tried to throw everything at me; I held him off. I was very proud of putting up a worthy bout against a man such as he, even if I almost always lost.

XVI.The Ruin of Summerhall

Now, I did very much enjoy life in Summerhall. I learnt much about the arts of war and peace, and there were many good men and women of a fond memory in that land. However, some time in my sixteenth year our Lord, Augustus (God rest his soul), left us, never to return. Soon after his wife, Annabelle (God rest her soul) also died. That was a great cause of sadness for us and with no leader to guide us, and we could not appoint a regent without imperial intervention. This greatly aggravated us. We wanted to appoint the good Bishop Piers (May God bless him) as regent but it took years to arrange, and it that time people deserted our realm.

This micromanagement that the Emperor is so keen to engage in is the ruin of many places, and in it we shall close all of our sacred rights. The Emperor is now above the law, and he is subject to no laws himself. Thus has our legal system been replaced by the arbitrary whim of a micromanager.

Further, the ancient Norfolkian law which used to encompass the territory of Guy de Bar (May God rest his soul) has been practically dissolved, which is a great shame to the Savoyards. Many nobles frequently abandon our Feudal Law and way of life in return for temporary favour with the government in Felsen. Indeed, it is a sad day.

XVII.Idleness and a New Liege

I still stayed in the keep for a long time. I spent much of my time at the court in Felsen, which was full of absolutists. I met an excellent friend of fond memory, a fellow squire called Wyn (May God favour him.) I spent much of my time with him, sparring and so forth. I hoped for the return of my lord, Augustus d’Amaury, but it seems that was not God’s Will. Instead, I decided to make use of my time, acquiring and learning several works of law, including Norfolkian Law and the Lexicon of Ashford. I remember being left completely in shock as an Imperial Prince, a man by the name of Godwine Horen, said this: “I care not for your Feudal Law, this is the empire now.” How they can disregard such a document baffles me. They are knowingly undoing the good work of the Ashfords and spitting on the graves of Olivier and Guy (May God rest their souls; May God favour their heirs), both noble kings.

This all changed soon enough, when I realized Augustus would never return. Later that year I chose to serve under Denis de Bar (May God favour him) who is a valued general among the Savoyards. It was good to return to Peremont, and I returned to a normal routine soon enough. Denis would always say to me: “By GOD, Francois, there is nothing more noble than the pursuit of knowledge.”

XVIII.A Brave Man-at-Arms is Killed

Peace continued. We had some minor engagements, once of which I will relate to you now. We ventured into the woods, searching for game to hunt, until two necrolytes emerged and attacked us. One of our men was craven and abandoned us, so there were just four of us, I think. We withdrew back into Peremont, and had enough time to get golden swords; Jurgen had some holy water. We cried “God wills it!” and watched the enemy breach in. These necrolytes were fully plated and we had to fight them somehow. Jurgen was the first to fall-the beast drained the energy away from him. It was a force of nature, pulling out the very essence of life from him. I fought the necrolyte alone. I attempted to half-sword into its neck and armpits, but even when successful such attacks seem to be ineffective. The good men Veryn (May God favour him) and Cale (May God rest his soul) held the other one back. I sustained several wounds, mostly on my right arm and leg. I cannot relate to you how many times my heater shield saved my life, that day.

The fighting lasted for hours. We changed places several times, with the fight switching between who was fighting which necrolyte. Cale was quickly cornered, but he fought on valiantly, despite his exhaustion and many wounds. Luckily, Denis and Adrian de Bar arrived to aid us, who were both proficient in war. Cale sacrificed himself to protect Denis, which was a most noble and heroic act. I pray thee all pray for his soul to this day! Now, I began to withdraw and use heavy lead darts to fight the enemy. Eventually we triumphed, but we lost a good man that day, and the grief was great.

To my delight, however, Jurgen awoke later that day, and healed rather quickly. Few times have I seen such a demonstration of valour and sacrifice on that day. All fought and carried out with valiance and nobility. We are few, at Peremont, but a happy few. A band of brothers. For he that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother, be he ne’er so vile this day shall gentle his condition. And gentlemen in Felsen, now abed, shall think themselves accursed they were not there, and hold their manhoods cheap, whilst any speaks, with those that fought with us, upon Saint Edmond’s day.

XIX.A Squire Carries a Great Man’s Coffin

I cannot believe Jurgen and I had been given such an esteemed honour, but we carried Guy de Bar’s coffin far from Peremont. It was a long march, but we arrived, setting down the coffin to hear the words of my lord Denis ((Taken from the Eventide Overturned, credit to stigwig)):

“Too many Ashfords have died, whether by battle or sickness or their own cruel hand.

Sergius, who was butchered by murderers that still walk free;

Annabelle and Emelie - forced to take their own lives in the fear of others.

Carden and Adelric, slain by opportunists. Butchered by traitors;

Ferdinand who no-one knows of anymore, who no one but us will remember.

Edmond, who was wounded by Adrians and then fell victim to their wicked assault.”

“Guy.. Guy, who lived not long enough to see his nascent dream realised. Who was slain by men that he trusted. Men that we trusted. Guy, who saw his kingdom torn asunder and his plans ripped away from him. Guy, who died a ‘villain’.”

“We were the Vindicators then, the men of Ashford. The men of Guy. We have sought vengeance for him, and God himself knows that we have taken it. We knew that our cause was just though; all men have enemies, Guy had many. Yet none of his enemies wronged him so much as in his final hour, in his final breaths! So thus, none of his enemies felt such as those that wronged him did. We avenged him - vindicated him.”

“His death has distanced us from the ideals that we once held so core to our hearts, the vision that once rested in the forefront of every man of our company’s thoughts. Despair and stagnation made us weak, made us forget who we were and why we were fighting! Now is a time for a return to long lost ideals, a return to our dreams.

“It is the time for us to once more revere the leaders who led us, whether under the banner of the Lorraine or the Sun to such victories! The men whose names will echo throughout the annals of history as those that twist fate itself around them: Gwenael, Richard, Guy.”

“Men that do not forget the cause of Guy easily.”

1.Land War in Russia

2.????

3.Profit

What COULD go wrong?

Answer to the best of your ability:

God-Given (MC) Name: (thesmellypocket)

Chosen (RP) Name: François d'Ibelin.
I was baptized in: Leuvaarden
Choose mark an X for your  answer for each question:

If your appropriate answer is not-stated, fill it in.
I am - (X ) Baptized ( ) Unbaptized

I - (X ) Regularly attend mass ( ) Do not regularly attend mass ( ) Have never attended mass.

I am a(n) - ( ) Noble ( ) Merchant ( ) Worker (X ) Professional Soldier ( ) Unemployed

I live - (X ) Peremont ( ) A Keep within Drusco (Any) ( ) I am homeless

If not already baptized, I - ( ) Wish to be baptized ( ) Do not wish to be baptized

I - (X ) Identify as a Canonist ( ) Follow the Creator, but in another tradition ( ) Do not acknowledge the Creator ( ) Acknowledge the Creator but follow a different deity

I am - ( ) married ( ) in courtship (X ) not in a relationship

Goy de fakin bear

Francois sighs, hoping HE never has to serve the Emperor directly.

((YOU HAVE CAPTAIN DIOMEDES

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wo6aue5SPU))

Adolf von Manstein, though he knew little of the man, solemnly sings "Non Nobis", seeing him as a martyr for the rule of law in Oren, instead of having an Emperor above the law.

Francois sighs, unhappy to have a member of the "absolutist camp" in control of his homeland.

Name:Francois d'Ibelin "The Leper."

Knight's Name:Ser Francois d'Ibelin

House (if applicable):d'Ibelin

Intended Liege:Adrian de Bar

Intended Lands:An estate in the Duchy of Drusco

Age:21

Tasks of Note:-Fought in the Adrian War under Augustus d'Amaury, fighting in all major engagements with bravery.

-Produced several scholarly works and works centered around the code of chivalry. 

-Fought with the Vindicators of the Ashen Dawn in several peacetime engagements.

Are you prepared to abide by the Code, and serve the Empire with your life?:Yes, I am.

The County of Laria is a prosperous province crammed with a great volume of skilled craftsmen who toil with unmatched diligence and resolve in an equally great volume of occupations: lyre-shapers, shield-makers, armourers, blacksmiths, carpenters, bowyers, scholars, theologians, merchants, potters and more. Dominated by a sense of prosperity and optimism, the vibrant and lively heart of all this is the capital of Alsace, a rather pleasant and fast-growing town ruled by the house of Falkenrath. The inhabitants may be opportunists, but they are still fiercely loyal to their Duchy of Istria as well as their County.

Laria differs from other counties because it is not a traditional rural feudal territory inhabited by serfs, nor a crowded urban city, but a highly centralised county where all happenings worth speaking of happen in Alsace. Boasting a small but well-equipped guard force and a loyal populace, to rule this land is a birthright, but to control it requires the courage and skill few possess.

The Larians are a people renowned for being great fortune builders and fair and hospitable people, a place where the neutral and fair rule of law is master. Not being serfs, there is a high standard of justice a Larian can call upon without being automatically dismissed as a commoner, as in other realms.

Culture

“A Larian will burn his bed to kill a flea.”-Larian Proverb.

The Larians, being a new people, are a vibrant mixture of cultures, but the county has largely absorbed the Waldenian language. However, culturally they have many other customs taken from foreign peoples, including the Amaurians, Auverginians and Felseners, but the thing that unifies them is their sense of prosperity and the idea that any Larian may take up a craft and become wealthy. This is the thing that motivates them.

The Larians are thought to value self-reliance, individualism, skill in either the arts of the crafts, and hard work, but at the same time, loyalty. There is a stereotype that the average citizen of such a county will go to foreign peoples, and rant at those too slothful or lacking intuition. Because of this, many foreigners do see them as uncharitable. They expect each man to earn his keep ; those who do not will fall behind. Others, however, see them as a fair and hospitable people, for any man or woman willing to work hard in their lands will prosper and be rewarded.

Government

“A country can be judged by the quality of its proverbs.”-Larian Proverb

The Larians put a lot of stock in their County Council, containing key members of the territory. Each member of the council is respected, and the discussions are open, with each member granted a certain level of authority and responsibility within their specific specialisation. However, for the most critical of discussions, the count is the undisputed head of the discussion with the final say.

The council members are:

Octavius Falkenrath, Count of Laria

Alexios Falkenrath, Heir to the County of Laria

Julian Argansi, Steward of Laria

Emmanuel of Alsace, Captain of the Guard

Arstide Falkenrath, Head of the Istriot Trading Company in Laria.

Adolf IV von Manstein, Chancellor of Laria.

The Larians generally follow the policies of their liege, Istria. However, the county is recognised as her own political entity with her own interests, and the people will fiercely pursue those interests, in spite of equally vehement opposition.

As mentioned earlier, the people of Laria care much for their laws and privileges. Documents such as the Lexicon of Ashford and the Feudal Law are treated with great respect and reverence.

Istriot Trading Company

“He who commands wealth commands everything."-Larian Proberb

One of the largest factors in Alsace’s economic boom is the Istriot Trading Company, a mixture of skilled workers and entrepreneurs both eager and impetuous in gaining a foothold in the town. Already respected and with an excellent reputation, the guild has an astounding influence over the inhabitants of the county, who see the company as their key to economic security in coming years.

The company has a seat on the council and her interests are passionately defended at every corner. It is supported by an innumerable number of people, from all classes. It is generally regarded as an honourable and dependable organisation.

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"A sad state of affairs." Francois concludes, having read the thesis. He begins to wonder whether he should have joined the church, and tried to help repair things.

You are all vile infidels.

Francois sings "Non nobis, domine."

With the disappearance of the old kingdom and for the most part her feudal laws, this document has been created as a suggestion for a new feudal law of the Empire

A Suggestion for a Feudal Law

By Francois d’Ibelin.

Based off of the Feudal Law of Adolf von Manstein, maker of the Feudal Law of the Reformed Kingdom of Oren during the reign of King Olivier (God rest his soul).

A re-assertment and codification of all the traditional and ancient rights and privileges of the nobles and the crown, of the clergy and of the commoners.

This “law” is completely suggestive and is not held up by the crown.

I.Definitions.

I.A feudal vassal (otherwise known as a secular vassal) is a secular nobleman who owns a landed title within the Empire, be they directly or indirectly loyal to the crown. With these category, there are two further subcategories:

One:Minor nobles are those nobles who are lower than the rank of count.

Two:Senior nobles are those who are counts or higher.

II.A senior clergyman (otherwise known as a Canon vassal), is one who holds an ecclesiastical, or non-secular title, titular or otherwise, that is a bishopric or higher.

III.Those who are under this rank are categorised as lesser clergy.

IV. Landed gentry are those who hold a knighthood and an estate but hold no other titles. For example, a duke who is also a knightly estate-owner is considered part of the senior noble class, not the landed gentry.

V.Those commoners who are not bound to any land, own no property and lack any sort of allegiance are called free subjects.

VI.Those skilled commoners who work in the arts and the crafts or any trade for a liege are known as craftsmen.

VII.Those commoners bound to the land of a secular or canon vassal in agricultural labour are called serfs or villens.

VIII.Those who hold council titles in a county, ducal, princely or imperial council are known as unlanded nobles.

IX.Those who hold such titles as “Lord Mayor” and are given governance of a city are known as burgher titles.

II.Vassalage and Obligations.

I.The vassals are obligated to support their liege during a war. If the Emperor calls the realm to war, then he may be sure that the vassals give their full military strength in support of his cause; if they do not, the Emperor is at will to revoke their titles or imprison them.

II.The Emperor is obligated to maintain the feudal privileges of the vassals; if he rules with tyranny and attempts to revoke feudal laws such as this the vassals are under no obligation to follow him.

III.Each man of the landed gentry, unlanded nobles and secular vassals is required to keep a destrier or a courser, riding horses; his own arms and armour of the highest quality.

IV.It is the feudal duty of the commoner to be armed with the most basic of weapons.

V.Burgher vassals are free from the obligation to fight or provide levies, as they provide extra financial contributions to the realm.

VI.The clergy likewise are under no such obligation.

VII.It is thus requested burgher taxes can be up to double those of the feudal vassals, however, they are under no obligation to go to war with their liege.

VIII.The Emperor is obligated to defend his vassals and come to their aid when they are attacked.

III.In Respect of the Lexicon of Ashford and the Ducal Law.

I.It is said no Emperor will revoke the privalege of the dukes to create their own ducal laws, no Emperor shall ever revoke this privalege, this privalege will not be revoked!

II.The Lexicon of Ashford takes place only in those duchies without a Ducal Law, or that are in possession of the Emperor.

III.Counties, baronies and so forth may not make their own laws.

IV.In Respect of the Rights and Responsabilites of the Commoners

I.It is said that the commoners of any rank are only to be judged by either the Law of Ashford or their respective Ducal Law, by no other law they may be tried, only when proven guilty may they be persecuted.

II.Further, the serfs can be expected to marry at the behest of their liege. This is because their children will be serfs as well.

III.No noble may displace a law-abiding citizen unless he has been inactive for two Saint’s weeks.

IV.He shall not be permitted to visit a man’s court without the approval of his liege.

V.Any man born of a free family shall not be taken as property of any foreign or local power.

V.In Respect of the Incarceration of the Nobles and Clergy.

I.The clergy are only to be imprisoned by their liege only with the approval of the High Pontiff.

II.The Emperor may only revoke a man’s titles or imprison him on one or more of the following conditions: He has a legitimate claim on one of their titles, he has committed treasonous acts with ample evidence to support such a case, he has committed a crime of the first or second degree. (See the Lexicon of Ashford)

Roman Empire of Tallahassee

The new ruler of Tallahassee wasn't very happy. He was the the Emperor (the second one, as well), yet things were not going his way. Immediately the native English-speaking population were demanding "equality" and "fairness." Bah. They were inferior and stupid peoples, Latin barbarians who needed to be taught the real way. 

To make things worse, these were not the only internal rivals he had. All over his tiny little empire rival claimants and even people who wanted to republic were popping up everywhere. 

The army was numerous but neglected. It was made of two types: the "Auxilia" who were the elite citizen-soldiers armed mostly with rifles such as the Chinese type 93 and the American r91. But the limitanei made up the bulk of the troops and were little more than a poorly trained militia. 

The city of Tallahassee itself was wrought with a disease, which has been named the "Plague of Leon" after the Emperor whose reign it began in. Manpower was deteriorating rapidly. 

Army (Mod Approval)

The army has around 500 elite auxiliaries mostly equipped with rifles, with most squads of 10 having a single general purpose or light machine gun. 

There are two heavy weapons divisions, whose teams are assigned and given to different units. Each division contains 8 mortars (5 light, 2 medium and 1 heavy) and 12 heavy machine guns. 

The empire can call on around 3,000 of the adult male population as limitanei, who are essentially poorly-equipped levies. 

The Empire also has a large slave population used for labour, but these are only very rarely called upon to fight.

Actions

-The auxiliaries are sent to scavenge in Imperial territory and discover pre-war sites, medicines, technology, literature and weaponry. It is hoped they will find a way to may reading widespread among the people... ((mod))

-Internal political rivals are dealt with by the sword. The Basileus sends troops to incarcerate his detractors, and castrate the more notable ones. ((mod))

-The Emperor's brother and heir apparent is sent east to discover foreign realms. it is hoped we will meet another major power. ((mod)) 

-The emperor implements a new rule, those who try to avoid being levied by self-mutilation will be executed. It is hoped this will increase the manpower of the limitanei. He also begins to train them up, hoping to turn them into a somewhat effective military unit. It is hoped that with the weaponry they get from scavenging, they will turn into an equal of other soldiers. ((mod))

-More of the population, particularly in the capital, are encouraged to adopt a form of Eastern Christianity, and their children are practically adopted into their ruler's customs and values. It is hoped their children will grow out of their American ways and forget American ideals. ((mod))

What? I'm not some kind of Greek Nationalist. I just find it an interesting historical period. Yes, it is Istanbul. Yes, it fell to the Turks. No, I don't hate them. Yes, it is and should remain Istanbul. Does that clear a few things up for you, retard?

I took inspiration from Caesar's legion who are a Roman faction in the game. However, they don't exist at this time.

Trigger warning: I'm a Westerner who believes in self-determination.

I'd appreciate if a mod could remove both of these replies.

Forum Name (Stupid question, I know, but just answer :P):Thesmellypocket

Have you read the rules?: Yes

Type of Faction/Nation-State (Tribal, post-vault, survivor community, feudalistic, gang, etc.):Despotic Monarchy

Landed or Unlanded/Lands influenced (Factions start with one county, nation states up to three with a single town/city at their center. Please specify lands chosen on the map. If nomadic or unlanded, circle the general area that you roam or are based within): Land is in purple. (Ignore the circle)

Race (Human, Mutant, Ghoul, or other):Human

Description of Faction/Nation-State:Byzantion (Officially known as the Empire of the Romans is a despotic and theocratic monarchy under Basileus Heraclius The Isaurian, the descendant of a pre-war Greek immigrant from Thessaloniki. and it considers itself the successors of the Romans and the Greeks. Most of the populace speak English, but the ruling class speak Greek and is based around the city of Konstantinoupolis. The people are generally better educated than most, since most of the richer members of society hire tutors who pass on pre-war knowledge to their children, mostly speaking of the glorious of the empire of Heraclius, Justinian and Constantine the Great.

It has occupied the city of Tallahassee which it has renamed as Konstantinoupolis in honour of the city of Constantine located in the distant land of Thrace.

Join the Skype Chat? (If yes, provide Skype name here or in PMs): Yes, name is Samuel M/Basileios II

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Francois makes the sign of the Lorraine Cross on his chest, sorrowfully singing "Non Nobis."

"Elective monarchy has and always will be more effective than primogeniture." Francois declares.

Francois d'Argon makes the sign of the Lorriane Cross on his chest. "God may have you rest in heaven, great king. Praise be to his name, may his aventail, his coif, his surcoat, his lance and sword be weapons of great renown. A king of virtue and valour, no doubt!"

"To kill their senior nobles is undoubted, but to kill every minor noble is intemperate and not in accordance with the Code of Chivalry. The minor nobles should be pardoned after the taste of much correction." Francois d'Ibelin comments.

**** Northern monkey turnip Yorkshiremen! Only a SOUTHERN accent may do so! They shall never be on the server! (With exception to stigwig, who is being sent to gulag as we speak)

Francois d'Ibelin devises a speech in response to those "blackguards of the North" in order to show how superior Savoyards are at writing speechs and with eloquence.

Basic Information.

Titles, Name Variations, Nicknames: Frequently known as “Le Lépreux” (The Leper) or “The Iconodule.” Being squire of Denis de Bar, he is frequently addressed as “squire” or “sir.”

He was originally from house De Argon, but shortly after the bettering of his condition he changed his house to D’Ibelin, the house name of his mother which died out.

Age: He is 20.

Gender: Male.

Race: Human (Heartlander)

Appearance

Height: An usually tall boy. (6 foot 4 inches)

Weight: 161 pounds

Body Type: Over his years as a squire, he has bulked up a fair bit. He seems like your average Amaurian knight, tall, large and eloquent in speech.

Clothing: Unlike the rest of his liege’s retinue, he is usually seen wearing a plain red surcoat or gambeson. Sometimes, when battle is near, we wears plate armour, which he is still getting used to. Eager and diligent, over his years as a squire he has mastered how to maintain and use plate armour, as well as being fit enough to keep fighting in it effectively for a long time.

Scars: Francois has considerable scarring on his right arm from his leprosy, but fortunately, in what is perceived as a miracle, the disease was halted and scarred in the early stages with his close friend-and in many ways mentor- Jurgen von Herrick.  The scars are almost always concealed, and few people ever see them.

Personality Traits and Morality

Religion: The Church of the Cannon

Religious Head: The High Pontiff.

Alignment: Lawful good. (or at least he tries to act in a good and lawful way.)

Personality: The Leper Squire is a diligent, eager and excitable boy, interested deeply in theology and therefore both pious and zealous. He adheres to the code of chivalry and the seven virtues in almost every way he can, and when he fails in his duty he always blames it on himself, leaving him easily depressed and stressed by his own failures.

His condition, which he had between the ages of 12-13, humbled him. He now speaks to strangers with a degree of respect, whether they be serfs or nobles. This is not only due to his former condition, but because of his experiences in battle. In his own words, he says “He that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother, be he ne’er so vile this day shall gentle his condition.”

Another important note is how he can be easily manipulated due to assuming the best of others, and often the worst of himself. Those who claim to be working in the interests of virtue and valour can turn him from what is just and right. When he believes he is acting in a good way he can take that to the extreme, sometimes.

Skills and Lifestyle

Interests:

Military Strategy:-Since childhood, he has been filled with tales of tactics and skill, and their appliance in war. He reads many books of strategy, though seems to care much more of contemporary strategy than that used in history.

Chivalry and Nobility:-Certainly not destined for status of any kind, being from a poor family of burghers, he was at first destined for the church, meaning he speaks with the eloquence and has an education similar to that of a noble. He wishes to emulate his noble liege, his noble peers. He wishes to adhere to the chivalry, study it, and apply it.

Theology:-Being originally destined for the church in his very early years, he gained a particular interest in religious images, from where he gained the title “The Iconodule.” He finds the tales of the Saints most inspiring, and wishes to learn more of them. He has a long way to go, however. He is no master of theology.

Horses and Riding:-Starting at 13 as an infantryman at heart, he has become a true cavalryman. Though he owns no rouncies or palfreys, let alone destriers, of his own, he has tried the practice horses and seems quite skilled. He has a particular love, appreciation and understanding of horses.

Law:-Having read the works of Jan de Savoie and Adolf von Manstein, he wishes to further his understanding of laws, and even be able to recite them.

Music-Beginning at the age of 15, it was suggested by Augustus that he learn the lyre, lute or pan flute. He has been unable to procure an instrument, but he has at least read books on music.He is getting one made for him, a lute of good craftsmanship, he hopes. He also enjoys religious music, knowing several hymns.

Fighting Style

Trained Weapons: He is currently training with the “knightly weapons.” These are: Lance, arming sword, heater shield, halberd, poleaxe and mace.

Favoured Weapon: On horseback a great heraldic lance, with a thundering destrier riding into the enemy. On foot, a poleaxe, due to it’s versatility.

Fighting Style: Francois has been training and fighting in war for the past 7 years, and has become a formidable fighter in his own right. Though rather inexperienced and somewhat foolhardy, he is deadly on foot with polearms such as the poleaxe, as well as arming sword and heater shield, as well as with bastard swords when in plate armour. Additionally, his skill on horseback makes him a proud and good lancer.

Missile Weapons: Francois is not trained in archery. He can loose and draw bows of a medium poundage, but not with any sort of speed or skill. At throwing he is decent, and can lob javelins, rocks and other projectiles effectively. With crossbows he is also unaccustomed, but he has seen them in use and has a basic idea of how to shoot and reload crossbows.