Malgonious

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Cool I guess

A Norlander emissary dispatches a missive to the leader of the Rangers.

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"No old friend," Baldur would comfort him, "Better."

Kal'Omith

The Hierarchy of Ostermark does not support this grass-roots liberal propaganda.

Land charter (cart) or Sea charter (boat): Cart Island: Tahn Point A: Johannesburg Exact co-ordinates of Point A: X: 919 Y: 79 Z: -378 Point B: Svenheld Basin Exact co-ordinates of Point B: X: -2472, Z: -1524

From henceforth upon this document's conscription, let it be known that every able-bodied norlandic man woman and child is to owe their allegiance to the Holy Orenian Crown, and that our previous independance is hereby void and null. From this day, unto our last day, the folk of Norland, Ostland, and Ostermark hereby stand as a united human province, the Province of Ostermark, of the most esteemed Holy Orenian Empire. We have sworn to join with our brothers-in-arms against the dwedmar menace that seek only to shackle the yolk of humanity under it's firm rock boot. We, the Fellowship of Ostermark, and the Jarldom of Svenheld, do hereby swear our utmost fealty to the most gracious and merciful Empire of Humanity, and the ilk that would see it ran. Signed, Jarl Baldur Rayecksson Ashtyr Thane Brennus Kaedric Huscarl Uther Grimlee

Teams.

Oreners talk about me so much, you'd think they'd have a crush on me or somethin' ;').

Haha yeah **** Oren haha

Below are those who have taken an oath stretching far beyond of their own lives, accepting the responsibility to champion their Jarl's banner and recruit a host to supply to their humbled lord. Such reknown a Thane is to have received the privilege of ascension, requiring much and undertaking a heavy responsibility. The Thane's of Ostermark are permitted to do the following; Rent/Tax the property you have received as per your Petty House ascending to Gentry. Rally a Host to supplement your Jarls fellowship. Carry a battle standard or unique uniform for those in your service. A Thane may not do the following; Acquire land outside the granted gentry. Rally a Host apart from your Jarl's fellowship. Disobey the Jarl on any matters. Lead the Jarls fellowship or another Thane's host without prior permission. The current list of Thanes is posted below: Thane Brennus, "Ingarsson," Kaedric - Annoited Thane upon completion of the Hillfort of Svenheld, a historic service to Norland and her people. A master architect, staying true to designs of old, Brennus leads the Kaedric District and rallies a host in name of the fellowship. -Unannointed Thane -Unannointed Thane

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Upon sharp jagged rocks the caravan driven of aged oxen trembled through the mountainous cavern, its ricketing echoing down the stark cave, enough noise to alert any ill intendor from a mile away. However upon further examination stark smiles and bellowing laughter is all that can be seen and heard of our brave fellows! Such a dark, damp cavern clearly had no lament on the Norlanders mood, for upon the Path to Svenheld they'd almost concluded.. a single night's stretch separating them from their beckoning. A stark burly Norlander would be seen standing atop the cart, his visage wide and calculating as the brightness of the wild light shone through the caverns exit. The wagon had made it through Black Mole Pass, a treacherous tunnel with danger lurking in every crevice. Baldur, the norlander atop the cart would shout to his brothers behind and around him; "Most worthy comrades, hark ho! Across this hillside is all Svenheld! Such a magnificent basin of which we've to fashion a home worthy of even the All-fathers peerage himself! Let us hurry along this traverse my nord yolk, forward!". Baldur would be shining as he reins the Oxen to full sprint! The cart would tremble down the frontier, smashing aside saplings and shrubbery alike for the Norlanders had finally arrived to a home of old! The fellows were in awe at Baldur's promise, the land to cultivate and settle a stark hill fortress of epic proportions, a fort resembling their history, struggle and finally their rooting. *** The brave Norlanders worked day and night to assemble such a mighty piece of Norlandic descent, the Hillfort would be erected within a fortnight of the caravans initial construction, such a stark mead hall, dozens of homes to be ruled by Thanes, and strong walls to hold it all together and safe from the outside interlopers that would bear down upon their simple way of life. Our visage would shift into the Great Hall atop the tallest hillpeak. Baldur would sit atop the platform, gazing out to the worthy fellows that would sit below him. "Most worthy of my yolk, rise." The assembly would all rise, fists placed across their hearts. "You have all been my most worthy of kinsmen, truly brothers of true Norlandic descent. Your heart, spirit and courage are all endowed with the All-fathers will itself. I ask any of you here that wish unto your fellows bid this hill your home, your oath and your heart. Do you, my most worthy of brothers swear to uphold your Jarls will and defend your yolk against those who would bring harm?" "AYE!" The Norlandic assembly would join in unison. "Very well, ascend my platform and receive your armband. You are forevermore a brother of mine and those in this hall, and to all of Norland. This armband represents your oath, your word, your bound to all these men here, to me, and to Norland. Receive the All-fathers blessings, most worthy of my yolk." Baldur would begin placing the armbands on his brothers, welcoming them into his service and protection. Upon the conclusion of the last Norlander present, a mighty feast is held with much ale and mutton to go around. Picked herring is also available but oddly enough no one touched the plate. Suddenly the Norlanders would cease commotion as an oddly dressed man would enter, bending the knee before Jarl Baldur. "Wa-hah m'lord..." Would echo through the chamber, a Jester having arrived in their humbled hall. "A fool? What use have I of for a fool!" Baldur would seem enraged his feast suffered such an idiotic interruption. "Wa-hah!" The Jester would cry as he back flipped atop the skewered meat rack, treading across the red irons, his feet nearly ablaze as he performs an elegant back flip, his hands scorching the bar, and balancing himself the rest of the way across, performing another flip onto the Jarls platform. Baldur would stand in amazement, taking out an armband. "The most worthy of fools.. brothers, bear witness!" The armband would clasp upon the Jester, an official Court Fool declared. *** (More to come as RP progresses. Remember not to metagame!)

Land charter (cart) or Sea charter (boat): Cart Island: Tahn Point A: Kal'Nikaer Exact co-ordinates of Point A: 972, -2102 Point B: Svenheld Basin Exact co-ordinates of Point B: 2472, -1524

It was a black night as the fur-cloaked norlanders prepared their aged wagon for the journey. The air was sharp, cutting to the bone of the yolk of their southeron counterparts. To the Highlanders of Nord, such was a breeze. Stark northmen would be seen hefting large crates of honey oat and barley into the wagon, their faces unsure and alarmed at such a late departure. A ginger haired chap would be seen comforting the old oxen that they had purchased, offering a fistful of sugar to each of the battered ox. The chap would hop aboard the wagon, his coz sitting atop the crates, bundled strong and true for the journey they were to embark upon. "Brother Baldur!" Brennus, a comrade of old would call from the wagons rear. "Aye kinsmen, what troubles you so?!" Baldur would shout as he takes hold of the oxen's reins, their wagon beginning to dredge forward. "Brother I fear I've not heard of such lands you speak so highly of. What is this staunch basin? What are we to settle?" An appearance of worry would settle across Brennus and his banners, fearful of the tide forthcoming surely. "Fret not my shaken brother, for the All-father hath foretold of our people's return. Driven from the southeron creator's oversight, we are people of the Mountain, we are people of the Land, we are not kin to the yolk of the South. The lands we embark towards resemble that of Norland, a stark mountain, green pastures upon which to grow our young saplings, a warm sea of which we may not hold familiarity, but we are an adaptable people! I would not lead you astray brother!" Baldur would shout with a smile across his lips, quickening the oxen's pace. Brennus would nod, and settle himself within the cart. The other men seemed to have been calmed by their leader's words. The road would be long and cobbled, the path they undertake would soon be roadless... *** A swift gust of wind would rattle the northmen, blowing their cart slightly leftward. Baldur would reaffirm his carts path and suddenly speak; "Our place was never with these fellows, although I do confess while they've nae been overly humble, these distant folk hold values of which I deeply respect. Their god and our God are one in the same." Baldur would run his hand through his hair, his eyes deadlocked on the East. Suddenly a Gotan kinsmen would speak, "Brother Baldur, will there be trees upon which we may fashion ships for sailing?' Jens Ornsund, a newcomer to the band would voice his earnest concern. "Of course brother! Fret not for sailing is a tradition of our great race. We shall actively work towards settling this great basin, and instilling upon the fertile soil our lineage and legacies for centuries to come. We are onward to greater things, a merry band we are brothers! Here Ho!" Baldur would stand, raising his fist towards the Seven Skies. "HO!" The northmen and their compatriots would join in jubilant unison, the journey continuing...