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"Where's the battle?" he asks, his shield unscratched, his armour untouched, his axe barely bloodied.

Rotger inspects the shield depicting the Flayed man, followed by for some reason a dwed shield, taken after a quick prayer from the arms of some Haensetic soldiers. "Ave Courland." http://vocaroo.com/i/s1dG9KobYOaf

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"Untouched until Oren moved on to their place of refuge, the Dreadlands. And Tobias has done far from sparking this war, it's taken a murdered nephew, a beheaded vassal, a butchered noble and a kidnapped princess. To require such before declaring war shows... Wanton hatred? Even in war, Tobias has demanded we end the conflict as quickly as possible to prevent needless slaughter... If you want to accuse him of wanton hate, you're merely lying to yourself."

"A man who put everything he had on the line to prevent the genocide of his own people, who fought when an Emperor's promises to him about the safety of his people were viciously broken, who even raised his son AGAINST wanton hate of the people who'd destroyed his family, only for the same people to try to put the Stauntons back down when fortunes had turned... Hm."

Rotger wonders why people who claim to be in the seven skies continue to be so invested in earthly politics they can't have any impact on, quite a muse indeed.

"Which heretic is that shouting from the back of a crowd, and why did he forego the traditional punctuation required to finish a sentence?! Also cite your damn sources if you're going to be a damn heretic, what politics has our church involved themselves in?!" he asks vaguely to the crowd that has for some reason formed before sending some guards to track down the hooded heretical hoodlum, unaware of the importance of the Kovachev stood in Aleksandria shouting at the king.

****, we've been busted. Pack it up folks, this meme's so strong we'd might as well raze Aleksandria to the ground!

"Lust and greed?" he rhetorically asks, "when the land has been offered to the Dwarves... Curious."

"A minor few behind the murder of a prince, a noblewoman, the attacking of a peace envoy, the illegal holding of a princess... Sure seems like a few who want to spur on the war against Courland. It's ironic that Meric was initially killed trying to discuss the reasons behind Haense crucifying some of Mardon's citizens, given the situation now," states Rotger, "and you mistake 'everyone in the Courland camp' for a couple loud people. Pasnia was granted independence, the frustrations arise at the timing though of Mardon's claim, that's all there is to it."

Rotger at first wonders why the already irritated Maric is having such a civil conversation with each and every Courlander responding, before joining in the conversation himself; "Courland and Urguan are both puppet states of logic and common sense, it's honestly quite tragic to see perfectly able people misguided against such a cause."

>gets absolutely minced by lefty in an argument >meltdown >is Niccum >Destroyed by a 13 year old >13 year old is Keaton9011 >is Niccum

"And the raids that you claim started this whole thing were also done by a rebel from our ranks," he states, matter-of-factly for about the third time, "but you certainly weren't looking to make peace when you put a mace to Amelia de Savin's face."

Rotger wonders why he's having a civil (enough) conversation with Viktor before passive aggressively chuckling too. "The Brawms defenestrated one of our nobles, any Courlandic soldiers went against orders. The banners you present me in this neutral meeting ground (where is this?" he pauses as he puts the question through his mind, ") were stolen by the soldier we claim to have no affiliation with. So Haense is allowed to claim a royal murdered in their streets was not at their bidding when Hansettian nobles had put an axe to his back at the prior meeting, yet Courland is not allowed to claim disassociation from one rogue soldier? Typical hypocrisy. And we came to your gates with armour and shields, yet it was one of yours that attacked, and I don't think either party would be able to recall any of the 'threats' or 'murders' you describe so vaguely due to them being fabricated, PLUS I forgot to mention how you crucified some of OUR civilians a few months ago TOO, that being the reason Meric was in Karlsburg in the first damn place. The left hand of Haense apparently knows not what the right hand is doing, and vice versa."

Rotger once more counts each side's crimes... Murdering a diplomat prince before any aggression had begun, kidnapping two noblewomen and a princess, butchering one with a mace, beheading the duke sent to discuss a peaceful resolution, attacking the next envoy, harassing Courland's civilians, people unrelated to the conflict. Being uninvolved in the Vanir raids (oh wait that's good) raiding Haense (oh wait we were attacked) killing the diplomat sent to our court. Because when you've done all of the second paragraph, you're definitely sending 'diplomats' to 'resolve' the issue directly with the King.

Rotger begins counting on his fingers what each side has done... On one hand, murdering a prince in the streets who was sent as a diplomat, kidnapping two nobles and a princess, butchering one Lady with a mace, beheading the second peace envoy sent (a Horen, nonetheless) charging out to attack the force sent (ocne more sent with diplomatic intentions of acquiring the princess) and returning to Aleksandria to harass the uninvolved civilians ~ Haense. On the other hand, raiding the Vanir keep and stealing five babies - oh wait, it was made clear he wasn't affiliated with Courland any more... Never mind - on the other hand, attempting to raid Karlsburg - oh wait, the Courlanders were attacked, and simply defended themselves - on the other hand, attacking the 'diplomat' sent of course with no intention whatsoever to attack the king, if he were to have been granted court, after Courland has already lost so many ~ Courland. "And we're meant to be paying ten-thousand minas?

Rotger Fournier has taken up the mantle of wondering how such peaceful conversations can occur between Norlanders and Dwarves reading the same text within talking distance of eachother, before then thinking about how absurd it is that the Dwarves are refusing to even offer the attempted(?) murderers, regardless of whether or not they are affiliated with Urguan, on top of that why both sides seem so war-hungry after just dissolving the Empire. A curious, lengthy thought.

THE GOLDEN EAGLE “Honorem et in omnes." ~Glory in all. The Golden Eagle Founded in 1597, the Order of the Golden Eagle was created to officiate the Knights of the court of the Kingdom of Courland, taking elements of the old Orenian system whilst incorporating them into a more well-intended system of protection and justice. Headed by a Grand Knight (a position on the privy council of Courland, one selected by the the reigning monarch) the Order also seeks to assist the Kingdom and it’s people in any way a man of elevated status finds himself able to do so. Organisation As the Golden Eagle was created to officiate all knights of Courland, the Order is split into two branches; The landed knights are more traditional in that they may raise levies from their entourage, distribute their land as they see fit, and in return uphold the rules and rites of Courland as best as they can, including those a vassal should show their liege lord such as acting always in their lord’s best interests and representing them when outside the nation; The unlanded knights are those assigned to the Kingsguard, or who have done a worthy act for the kingdom yet find themselves unable to maintain land. The Kingsguard are sworn to protect the King and his family in their duties as their primary derivative above acting chivalrous and just when in the presence of others. Chivalrous Code All knights must use their elevated status of wealth, power and moral sense to encourage (and themselves follow) the following core principles of society: To live one’s life in GOD’s divine image. To uphold one’s King’s wishes and whims. To protect the disadvantaged. To maintain one’s valour and dignity. To offer one’s wisdom and intelligence when requested. To act courteously to all (unless the other should see themselves a fool). To preserve the integrity of the Order. Special consideration must be given to women, children and the elderly in all regards To take a maiden’s honour runs the risk of losing the knighthood, as taking one of the most valuable assets a maiden and her family may possess is an undignified offense to the maiden & her family. To act knowingly against the King runs the risk of losing the knighthood, as a direct breach of the responsibilities of knighthood. To refuse a duel from an equal (exceptions being duels to death) could run the risk of losing the knighthood, as the damage from refusing is a far greater hit to the prestige of the knight themselves and the Order than losing said duel. Becoming a knight To become a knight, one must either perform a great deed worthy of notable distinction, to the degree of earning a knighthood, or prove their purity and loyalty to the realm in the process of becoming a squire. The prelude of becoming a squire is often a page boy. While not necessary, a page boy is sent usually from one noble family to another between the ages of five and ten to learn the basics of being a knight such as but not limited to; Further reading & writing Manners in & out of court including humility Basic combat (sword & shield, bow, perhaps mounted) Chivalric code Furthering the basic morality Once the boy reaches 15 or if the Knight he has been proposed to accepts him at a later age, the boy will learn more of the advanced facets of being a knight, including but not limited to; If needs be, those of a page Speaking & writing for court Further combat techniques Dressing & arming the knight Maintaining the knight’s arms & armour Accompanying the knight into battle Once the squire is deemed worthy of knighthood, he is knighted by the King and given either a title (leading them towards the Kingsguard) or a fief and thus a hold. If the page or squire has been accepted by the Grand Knight & is referred on to one of the others for tutelage, they should accept lest a sufficient reason be provided to the Grand Knight though no pages or squires should be accepted without the Grand Knight’s acceptance. Current Recognised Knights of the Realm Grand Knight: Ser RUTGER of HOUSE FOURNIER Kingsguard: Ser RICHARD of HOUSE WINDSOR Ser JAMES of HOUSE MONTOYA Landed knights: Ser ALEXANDER of HOUSE MERENTEL Ser FLORENT II of HOUSE JORREL Ser ROWAN of HOUSE VON MARDSTADT Landless knights: Ser GARED of HOUSE ERRMARK ((Direct messages to me for any queries.))

Eresast receives news of the park and its owner. "Wow," he says to Ythelia, "we migh' nee' to go visit some time."

The home of noobs server-wide is getting back on it's feet with the city of Aleksandria, with a history of decent noob retention time, I think we could get them sorted out like we used to! Srsly though, how ba-a-a-ad can we be, how bad can we possibly be?

9th of the First Seed, 1597 ‘100 years does a lot to a man,’ Alex thought to himself, looking out over the meadows that surround Aleksandria. With a glance behind, him in that moment remembering the name of the city-to-be, he begins counting number of generations of Stauntons that’ve gone by the years. ‘Six? Seven?’ he concludes, since his friends Percival & George at least, since Athera. The realisation then hits him like a rock; it wouldn’t be either of the two [perhaps three, if the dragon (or at least, what he thought was a dragon) painting the sky with ash counts] that killed him, or the innumerable crusades of Athera, or the constant raids in Vailor, or the destruction of Oren in Axios, it would have to be something mundane. Then suddenly, ‘what was his name…’ Alex tries to spur his memory to recall the hundred and… Hundred and what was it? Twenty-year old? Thirty? Hundred and thirty year old Orenian royal with magic. ‘Oh well… You’ve been alive too long anyway. Soon as the city’s done, you’ll go travelling,’ he declares to himself out loud with a certain resoluteness, though alone, only he can hear himself. He climbs to a stand and climbs onto his horse; no fields had been set out for the city yet, and he needed to busy himself instead of counting down the passing days, though he’d have to be quick, as spring storm was rolling in, and it was still far from warm. An hour or two passed and the rain had begun to lash down, soaking him. A flash came from the west, followed shortly by the boom of thunder, causing the horse to rear onto its hind legs. Before any sense could be made of the sudden outburst, Alex found himself falling from the back of the horse, he knew he wouldn’t see the city finished. The only feeling, disappointment. And with a sickening crunch, Alex’s head struck a rock in the path; he wouldn’t be granted a poetic or poignant death, a hero’s farewell as he rides out to battle or the quiet passing away of a well-loved grandfather, no… That would be too nice. Seconds felt like minutes, then hours... Nobody arrived.