JuliusAakerlund

"May that infernal being rot in the nether and hells from which they came." Erik Colborn and brother to the late Queen said after reading the missive.

7 minutes ago, Cheese said:

Cassian's mother rolls in her grave.

Cassian's father rolls in his bed

After receiving the news, Erik lamented on a sunlit porch in Malkovya. "It seems my journey continues down here while yours is now somewhere higher, old friend." His gaze was cast to the sky, somewhere far away and ethereal.

• Given names: Davyd Edzar Colborn
• Age: 12
• Citizenship: Haense
• Relevant skills (if applicable): Fighting, Bardmancy(ish)
• Letter of Recommendation: Svetlana vas Ruthern
• ((OOC: Discord)): juliusaakerlund

House Colborn

In Support of The People of Haense

Published from the County of Malkovya

AND ISSUED ON THE 13TH OF WZUVAR AND BYVCA, 525 E.S.

With the comet Lesanov soon upon us, there is no hope left to defend the proud city of Valdev from certain destruction. But as history has shown, House Colborn knows no home greater than an erected city except for the citizens within it. Although the walls may crumble and land dissipate, we will build another, as we have done before; as we have always done.

In regards to the citizens, who we see as our extended family, House Colborn will dispense food to any and all in need so they may never go hungry. There will be tough times ahead, but now more than ever, our unity and support for each other will help us weather the upcoming storm. When the realm requires it, we have always prepared for circumstances ahead of time, even if danger should not come our way. As such, Ser Caspian toiled the fields of Malkovya and borne plentiful harvests from it due to his piety and faith. It is from his efforts the bread we will dispense shall be given to the hungry. We will likewise slaughter a herd of cattle and a coop’s worth of poultry raised by our Count Mikhail and Lord Erik so the people may maintain their strength and integrity. With the help of Joakim and Frida, bundles of firewood and warm blankets will be put together to keep all warm.

We will both prepare a chest that will be stocked with rations and hand out food, supplies, firewood, and necessities in person. But to those who cannot be housed at the camp or are in need of warmth due to conditions beyond their own control, we invite them to Malkovya to take up temporary residence, for the people are the lifeblood of the nation, and without them, we are nothing. If you are such a man or woman, you may easily reach us, and we shall answer your call. May the Houses of Haense find strength in our united effort.

The Right Honourable, Mikhail Ulric Aleksey Colborn, Count of Malkovya, Viscount of Venzia, Baron of Bethlenen, Lord of Vitraval, Lord of Vorenburg, Protector of Scyflings, Royal Treasurer of Hanseti-Ruska, Owner of The Scyfling World

"Gudi, he has done us proud and so quick at that." Erik Colborn stated while holding onto the Aulic Appointment Papers.

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MINISTRY OF DEFENSE

DEFENSE DIRECTIVE OF HELLDIVER OPERATIONS

ORIGINATING STATION: SUPER EARTH

MEMORANDUM FOR: HELLDIVERS

SUBJECT: MAJOR OPERATION VICTORY - DEFENSE OF TROOST

Total Killed Automatons: 587,321

Avg. Automaton Lifespan (Minutes): 9.3

Avg. Collateral Damage: 67% (Not Enough)

Avg. Patriotism Rating: 98.6%

Projected Current Automaton Population: NONE APPLICABLE

BEGINNING VICTORY POST

Helldivers, Attention!

In our Federation, there arise moments that define the indomitable spirit of our forces, the unyielding resolve that courses through the veins of every Helldiver. Today, we stand on the precipice of history, having turned the tide against insurmountable odds. The defense of Troost wasn't just a mission nor a major operation; it was a testament to our unity, strategy, and unbreakable will to protect humanity's bastions of freedom AND DEMOCRACY.

The Threat at Our Doorstep

As dusk fell on Troost, the air was thick with tension, anticipation, and the unmistakable scent of impending warfare. The enemy, cunning and relentless, launched their assault with a ferocity unseen recently, not much unlike at Malevelon Creek. Our scanners lit up, a foreboding signal of the epic struggle that was to unfold.

The Call to Arms

The call was made, and Helldivers answered with the resolute step of warriors bound by a cause greater than themselves. From the icy reaches of Vandalon IV to the scorching sands of Ustotu, our forces converged on Troost, a united front against the encroaching darkness.

The Battle

The battle for Troost was a maelstrom of fury and valor. Our Hellpods hit the ground with ferocity, and every Helldiver became a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. With precision airstrikes, relentless firepower, and the strategic genius of our commanders, we pushed back against wave after wave of enemy forces. The creek, a silent witness to our struggle, flowed red, a stark reminder of the price of freedom.

Stratagems rained from the skies, mechs stomped through the mud, and the air crackled with the energy of our resolve. The enemy, underestimating the strength of a united Helldiver force, found themselves outmaneuvered, outgunned, and overwhelmed.

The Turning Point

As dawn broke, a pivotal moment in the battle emerged. With ammunition running low and the enemy rallying for a final onslaught, the tide seemed poised to turn against us. It was then, in our darkest hour, that the true spirit of the Helldivers shone brightest. Through sheer grit and determination, rallying cries filled the air, and a final push was mounted.

The lands of Troost, once a quiet stream, roared to life as if lending us its strength. Helldivers, side by side, forged a wall of defiance that no enemy could penetrate. The final wave crashed against us, and like the steadfast rock against the raging tide, we stood unbroken.

Victory!

Sweet Liberty!

DEMOCRACY!

As the dust settled and silence once again claimed Troost, the victory was ours. The enemy was vanquished, their plans foiled by the unrelenting spirit of the Helldivers. We stood together, not just as victors, but as guardians of peace, champions of liberty.

A Salute to the Brave

This victory post is but a humble tribute to the courage, sacrifice, and unity of every Helldiver who stood their ground at Troost. Your valor has secured not just a victory, but a legacy that will inspire generations to come. The defense of Troost will be remembered as a beacon of hope, a symbol of what we can achieve when we stand together. TO FILL OUR FURY FOR THE RECLAMATION OF MALEVOLON CREEK.

Forward, to the Stars

As we celebrate this monumental victory, let us not rest on our laurels. The universe is vast, and threats linger in the shadowy recesses, waiting for a chance to strike. But let them come. For as long as we stand together, as long as the spirit of the Helldivers burns bright, we shall meet them with the same resolve, the same unity, and the same indomitable spirit.

To the Helldivers of Troost, and to those across the stars, ready to answer the call of duty, we salute you!

FOR LIBERTY! FOR DEMOCRACY! FOR SUPER EARTH!

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Robert I tends to his orchard in the Seven Skies, wiping sweat from his brow. With a reach of his hand he picks the finest golden grapes, which he offers to Otto, smiling warmly to his blooded kin. "You can still watch them from the reflecting waters of Gamesh, but try and relax - you have earned it."

The Queen’s Peril

Published from the County of Malkovya

AND ISSUED ON THE 7TH OF JULA AG PIOV, 522 E.S. 

Not even two years have passed since the shadow struck at the heart of Malkovya, piercing my flesh and bringing forth vile torment to my coil, were it not for my sister Queen Amaya, Marian Weiss, and a passing Elfess alchemist then I would have joined our ancestors. It was first, when I recovered that I was told of my wife’s passing. Hers, at least, was in peace, without the influences of devilry or shadow. But while our attention pointed towards the county, and I was recovering, my sister Queen Amaya was assassinated in cold blood by the agents of Iblees, and her Martyrdom will not be forgotten. It has lit a fire in all of Scyfling kind; no son of Slesvik fears the shadow or its many forms, nor do we shy away from confrontation.

Before we could grieve the passing of our fallen, we sallied out in search of answers. I and the patriarch investigated what we were able, and with the help of our fellow statesmen, we found our answer. But it came at a great cost, for as we scouted far into the north, we were ambushed by daemons and barely managed to escape with our lives. I write this proclamation thus as our Patriarch is still recovering from injury. The guise of Iblees comes in many forms, in his division of man and his corruption of men, but in the case of Amaya’s death, he had possessed the flesh of our dead kinsmen Aaren Colborn and through him partaken in devilry most vile. The man we knew as Aaren has long since been dead, that we had known for years, but whatever possesses his mortal flesh today, is no kin of ours, we declare it thus, with conviction and retribution. I say to you, daemon who has taken the form of our kin, we will search for you, we will find you, and we will slay you where you stand.

Every Colborn knows how to pay their dues, and we will have you pay yours.

As for the forces of the Deceiver who attempted to burn Malkovya’s church and attacked our people, not once but twice, we will deal with you, of that have no doubt. We thus invite the Holy Canonist Church to our land. May they bring light in the darkness and strike the shadow back to whence it came from. We call upon @Xarkly Villorik, Cardinal Westerwald to house and station the Holy Order of The White Comet in our land, and we shall battle at your side and support you in any way possible on the battlefield, financial or otherwise.

Lord, Erik Edvard Colborn, Grand Elder, Holder of Lysnir the Shadowbane

The Right Honourable, Mikhail Ulric Aleksey Colborn, Count of Malkovya, Viscount of Venzia, Baron of Bethlenen, Lord of Vorenburg, Protector of Scyflings, Deputy-Treasurer of Hanseti-Ruska, Owner of The Scyfling World

"Oh, Vati is being coronated? But I don't have any clothes for such an occassion..." Erwin looked around his shared room with his brother @Liokv "WE FORGOT TO BUY CLOTHES REINREIN! ! ! WE FORGOT TO BUY CLOTHES! ! ! ! !" It seemed during renovating their room the small budget was only used on furniture...

CAUSE FOR CAUTION 

for

AEVOSIAN

IMPERIALISM

by 

ERIK

of

MALKOVYA

PRINTED 

BY THE 

COMMON MAN SOCIETY OF ANTI-IMPERIALISM

An artistic depiction of an Imperialist imagining the world without Oren.

With Aevos returned to peace following the conclusion of the Coalition War, the sovereigns of the new world order now gather to best steer our shared destiny forward, one free of unnecessary bloodshed and wanton chaos - as stipulated already by the Winburgh Proclamation, Section VII, the Future of Man, wherein the Grand Covenant of the Exalted Horen's descendants have been convening to discuss such a new pivotal chapter in the Tapestry of Man. So far consisting of the realms of Petra, Haense, Aaun, Hyspia, Balian, and perhaps the emergent Principality of Reinmar. 

We find ourselves now in a post-war world where the dreams of Imperial ambition is once again settling into the minds of man. If not by the monarch(s) and their crowns, then by the scholars’ quill or the sword of warriors. We are staunchly reminded thus that humanity will always aspire to unite further, for better or for worse, our ambition as deep as the ocean. But it is for this very reason that I stand in opposition to Tiber of Neu Paradisius. I lament that we have seen these attempts by men greater than us, not once but twice, yet each attempt has failed harsher than the last. I shall in good conscience outline why the three forwarded conceptual unifications are faulty, and entirely a dream, which if realized will bring naught but harm and wasted time. While I recognize Tiber’s hope to settle any flaws through cooperation and find common success, I find it unlikely to be solved even by the greatest minds of man. Shall my words fall on deaf ears then may at least my criticism help make any faults more clear than before.

Glaring Faults of Unified or Imperial Humanity

1. With any unification attempt the yoke of each nation(s) independence must be infringed upon, stoking unpopular sentiment among the people, as well as spitting on the sacrifices of many wars, causing widespread dissatisfaction from the onset.

2. Any open-gate policies or shared citizenry registers would cause widespread bureaucracy liabilities that neither stand to profit from the changes but instead make governing more difficult. In the same sense, criminals would also cause further political turmoil, for states will stand by their people, even if to the demerit of another state, as has been shown many times historically.

3. Any unified capital and governor or monarch of such a place will only stand to benefit the first ruling family or representative of such a place, each nation making vast sacrifices, to bolster such a place at their own expense, while they would do better without it.

4. As proven time and time again all it takes is for a singular state or representative of a larger group to act out, to break the system, or otherwise be disenfranchised for the whole thing to come crumbling. May this be the “unified” leader deciding that their family is in fact a dynasty now and no new leader shall be elected, or for example a state asking to revoke membership due to grievances or dissatisfaction.

5. The effort and sacrifices required to form such a union between states will always require more time and work than the benefits that would result from less work, begging the question: Why even bother?

6. The unification in all but name relegates each royal family to a vassal of a greater entity that may or may not have its best interests in mind. Many conflicting loyalties will exist as a result, and the only solution would be for each state to give up statehood for shared identity, something that will only benefit the unified leader and not any state royals.

7. For any Empire to be successful it is tantamount for it to control its various territories and vassals. If you promise that such control shall not be imposed and states will retain their independence, then unification and Imperial Ambition cannot be successful, such is the reality of an Empire, for a lack of control is the death of any such entity.

8. For cultural, ethnic, political, and other reasons, the goals of each nation and the direction its people dictate are diametrically opposed to each other. This will only further rifts, causing political pains that cannot be recovered from under a unified mantle.

9. With a grand leader of the union of states or the Empire at its head, one could only rule such an entity impartially if aware of each state's wants and needs, meaning communication must be near perfect, the history of each nation must be known at length, and cultural differences must be bridged expertly. I for one believe no man of our current day to access such ability, nor capable of performing such miracles. In the end, each ruler will lean more towards some states than others, causing harm to them, when they have sacrificed so much for unification.

10. Succession will be argued endlessly and states will leave if a leader is elected or chosen that is entirely unacceptable by their standards, no man or woman, capable of being accepted by each realm and their people as leader will be followed by such a man or woman, as such spelling the timed doom of such a concept.

I advise thus to all who read this to find in their hearts the logic and reason which I know them to hold. To learn from the faults of our past, and remember history, without the charm of legends and myths of greater men, but rather the realities and results of the events that transpired.

From this article, may your logic not falter in the face of the Imperialist Ambition of Old.

If your wishes are thus to thrust onto us the devices of an Empire, then you must abandon the name of Oren. When the day comes that humanity is united may it not reignite the claimants of old, instead, may it stand a new legacy. I will speak not at length on this subject as any scholar should understand my meaning. Should this be the Empire of Oren or Pax Orenia, then it will fall as soon as it attracts the flies once guided to such a name.

Those of you who hold onto the name Oren as if your life depends on it, know this, you will be the reason for the tapestry of man's continued divide.

Lamented Erik Edvard Colborn as he felt as though he was seeing a reoccuring headache appear once again.

5 hours ago, NightcastorKitty said:

@JuliusAakerlund  We cannot accept any form of copy paste. Especially with redlines of a lore piece. Please write it in your own words. 

@NightcastorKitty removed and added four sentences to reflect the redlines that weren't yet present.

MC Name:

         Julius55

Character's Name:

         Tio

Character's Age:

         629

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         N/A

Transformed form:

         N/A

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Sprites or Pixies are a small-statured race no taller than ten inches. While small and relatively peaceful they are a mischievous race that often strikes bargains with alchemists or passersby, causing trouble to locals, or simply pulling pranks at no one's expense. Hailing from the Eternal Forest, some have since been drawn to the Mortal Realm through a process called “the Slipping”. This process only takes places during the full moon and once a Sprite is drawn through to the other end, their bodies are formed from nearby flora or bugs, making a core to house the Floral Echo. The one feature each Sprite or Pixie has in common is the prominent wings on their backs. Sprites have two arms and two legs. Any features gained from their mixed floral or insectoid bodies don't net any combat advantages.

Sprites are different depending on the Domain they inhabit within the Eternal Forest, marking each Sprite as one of the Nightfall Domain, Dayward Lands or the Twilight Domain and often reverent to the figure associated with their respective domain. In the case of Tio, he is of the Dayward Lands, of Life and Lady Cerridwen, whom he hopes to redeem himself to so that he might return from whence he came. The attempts at redemption are varied between each domain, but the Dayward Lands tend towards helping flora and fauna, bringing joy to life and even rescuing animals from their “captors” much to the dismay of… many a farmer. But their lot in life is that of Life, Harmony and Balance a true celebration of Cerridwen’s gift upon all.

While sprites have difficulty speaking through physical means and thus having conversations with descendants. They are adept at communion with the natural world and their nearby kin (15 blocks). However should a descendant need a clearer nudge in the right direction, fail the motions of hands or odd sounds coming from within. Then a sprite can always reach out with physical touch and establish a connection (2 emotes), for more significant communication, which may also cause discomfort, migraines or other nasty business to a descendant, if exposed to the state for too long. Sprites may of course fly, though it is mostly for aesthetic purposes, serving no real benefit in combat or mechanically, and their range is limited likewise (5 blocks). If in a dangerous circumstance or in harm's way, sprites may release a toxin which overwhelms as well as causes a dizzying spell to befall those who breathe it in (3 block radius, 2 emotes to actually bring forth the toxin). While for those who come with good intent and fulfil their bargains, are instead rewarded with an alchemical reagent, unique to each domain (Pixie Dust for me, 1-week cooldown & must be overseen by a ST and you use these for bargains). Voidal and Dark magic is the bane of every sprites existence and causes them great pain. They can also be affected by blight like most forces of nature and would need blight healing if affected. If a sprite were to die due to an interaction they reincarnate, losing any memories associated to their death, but are likewise changed ever-so-slightly with each reincarnation.

SPRITES CANNOT FTB

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

Dayward Lands, 10 inches tall

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         No

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         Yes

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         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

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         No

IGN: Julius55

RP NAME: Galifraec

PERSONA ID: #10277

A Jolly old Colborn in the Seven Skies, one Adrian, simply laughed heartily. "Good, all things are as it should be. It seems Cassian II lives up to the name."

I can't believe its finally real. I must say, massive credit to Greenh for making my dream a reality - Christmas came early.

A KING’S LAMENT

A rose to the fated, a rose to romance.

To the good Queen Mother of Balian,

The Kingdom of Balian has done you a great disservice unlike any other. For three decades I have devoted myself in service of my future duties as a husband, surrendering my soul and essence to mastering such a craft. Now, I find myself surrounded by nought but the hope for a wife most worthy--hardworking and steadfast. I thirst only for companionship, one equal and steeped in heartfelt consideration. I’m surrounded by my peers and my equals, friends and family, who all support each other with care and dedication. I see and respect your profound broad-mindedness and ability to stand up for your truth.

Thus with a heavy heart, I write that I shall, as a lamenting King searching for his Queen-to-be offer a chance for the two of us to be. Your home may lay elsewhere as you’ve said, from Adrian I to Davyd I, in pursuit of true union--not emancipation. Where respect and the sanctity of GOD shall stand forever, without being tarnished. I shall preserve your right to your children, and be a father to them, unlike the one who attempts relations with a foreign monarch--souring relations with untoward advances. All I ask is to preserve my right to be the King to your heart, befitting my role as your stalwart partner. I pray that day will come, and I lament that we’ve yet to come together a KING to HIS QUEEN.

My heart aches for you as yours do for the people. I reach you thus by letter as you’ve so graciously offered, I can only hope you offer me a chance--a path to your heart.

A PATH TO BE YOUR KING!

Signed by your ardent admirer,

His Royal Highness, Davyd I of Muldav

One Erik Colborn read the writ and couldn't stop himself from speaking aloud from atop the mountains, just above the Weiss lands - where he herded goats. "WHAT IN THE ACTUAL ****! THE WEISS ARE OUR ALLIES! I SWEAR IF ANY WEISS BLOOD IS SPILT OVER THIS I WILL SACK HIS HOME WITH A THOUSAND GOATS!!! OR ELSE MY NAME IS NOT ERIK COLBORN."

St. Carr pulls along Cassian I to peer down from the seven skies. While jutting a finger in the direction of the ceremonies he speaks softly while patting his descendant's back. Their eyes are kept on the new Count. "To think you'd be the first one who'd have a second peer named after you. It seems he has much to live up to." While Cassian I remains silent and leaves without much disturbance, St. Carr stays still--gaze kept upon the earth below. "Cassian II, let's see what tale he'll write."

Erik Colborn couldn't stop himself from letting out a loud whistle as he read the missive in passing. "By Carr's coins! What a striking donation, he must have inherited the bloodline thicker than I."