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Major Erik Othaman would grip the missive tightly in his hands as he paced about his office seething in anger. "They betrayed my country. They betrayed my comrades. But more importantly, they betrayed me. God show mercy on these fools, for I shall not."

Sir Erik Othaman held up the second missive of the night as he whistles lightly, "Oh man, this is developing fast! One god, one Empire, one Emperor!" he'd chuckle lightly as he set this next to the first letter.

Sir Erik Othaman would stand up from his chair as he read the missive. "This will be interesting. The Emperor is wise and he knows what must be done." He'd nod to himself in confirmation as he places the letter back upon his desk.

Sir Erik Othaman, the Lord of Valles, sighs as he looks at his very empty money safe. "Well, at least we got the Empire more resources. Let the mining rush come in and enjoy the fruits of the Hogspeak Mine!"

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Major Erik Othaman chuckles as he pats Olivier on the shoulder, raising his tankard of Carrion Black in celebration "Da, it is another victory for the books. We always deliver." he'd bring the tankard to his lips, downing the drink in a single gulp.

Boryslav Berhal smiles as he read the missive, running off to get in line for a 5000 minas loan only to declare bankruptcy a few short minutes later.

"F*** these guys... they don't pay me enough for this." muttered Orwell the Imperial Toilet Plunger. "If I join this silly thing, maybe we'll have enough anarchy so I don't have to worry about the law coming to get me after I clobber these two on their heads."

Major Erik Othaman sighs as he held the notice of Lieutenant Stervon's demise in his grasp. The Commissar would reach for the box of cigars laid upon his desk as brought one to his mouth, striking a match. He'd contemplate on the officer as he leaned back in his chair. "Damn fine officer, that one. I remember his steadfast determination in the defense of our homeland against the Inferi. If there was one man who I would pick to be the example of what makes a true soldier, it would be him." The Major chuckled as he brought the cigar down from his mouth. "That man was older than even I was, yet he fought with even more ferocity." "Rest in peace, comrade." The Commissar gave a final nod as he signed the Lorraine over himself before writing Lieutenant Stervon Shadowsteel's name down in his book for an Honor of the Fallen medal.

To Honor the Fallen ~The Final Triumph of Captain Jacquelyn Cenobia and Major Rylan Swint 1804~ The Major paused at the foot of the dais, a million thoughts racing through his head as he prepared for the difficult ceremony ahead. “I must stay strong for the soldiers.” he’d murmur to himself as he approached the lectern, holding a small, polished box in his hands. After a moment of silent prayer, Major Erik Othaman would look up as he viewed the assembled line of Imperial Soldiers. He felt his heart pounding in his chest before shaking his head and raising his voice. “Comrades, it has been much too long since we last gathered for this ceremony. For many years, vy all have proven vy capabilities on the field and at home over and over again. Vy laurels have gone without honors and praise long enough.” “Soldiers of the Imperial State Army. Look to vy left and vy right. These comrades who vy stand beside are unique in their own ways… however each one of vy have spoken the same oath that generations of soldiers have spoken before vy. Even after vy are gone and I have turned to dust, this oath shall bind us together.” The assembled regiment of troopers looked to the sides towards their comrades before turning back to the Major. “For some of vy, it has been many years since last vy were called upon to take the oath of service.” The Major would open up the polished box resting on the lectern as he removed multiple star-shaped medals, stepping down from the podium. “Consider this a continued reminder of that oath which we all share. The Red Stars of Service shall look fine upon vy uniform, comrades.” he’d grin as he went down the line of the deserving soldiers, giving each a firm shake of the hand before returning to the podium. “Of course, loyalty is only one cornerstone of the true soldier. Resilience makes another.” The Major would rest his hands on the box as he looked down the line “Some take their role of safe-guarding the Imperium in a more literal sense. They choose to utilize their very own flesh and blood to stop those who choose to ravage our home; a small price to pay in comparison to the greater loss of life. Those who have made this selfless decision are the exalted heroes of this Empire. For this, we shall praise and exalt them.” He’d once more open the box and retrieve an array of heart-shaped medals with small purple ribbons “The Purple Heart shall serve as a reminder of vy choice and the continuation of that vital decision.” Once again, he would step from the dais and pinned the medals on the soldiers. “The hellfire of battle shall remain a constant in the life of a soldier. For some assembled here, vy have nie even seen a small skirmish. For others, vy have made the choice to dive back into the fray. Siege after siege, battle after battle; vy have shown unwavering resolve for the Empire and her people.” A significantly smaller number of Bronze medals would be retrieved from the box as the Major smiled to the soldiers “For this, we award vy with the Bronze War Eagle.” As he pinned the medals on the soldiers, he felt his heart pound harder as he approached the end of the ceremony. There was still one last medal. One last honor that he prayed he would never have to give. However, after recent events, he could no longer avoid it. Those two soldiers who were present in their marbled beds would be honored properly. “For Major Rylan Swint and Captain Jacquelyn Cenobia… they paid a price even higher than any we can imagine in our short lives. Instead of letting the enemies of our Empire run over us and save their own lives, they sacrificed everything they had in their positions to throw them back, including their own mortality.” He’d cough as he felt his emotions catch in his throat. “They were our comrades, our friends, our family. For their selfless sacrifice and their extended service to the Imperial State Army, we shall grant them the Honor of the Fallen and a final resting place in the Bastion Crypt.” The Major turned to the coffins as he brought with him two large medallions, laying them atop each coffin as he stepped back. Two cannons would erupt from the battlements in a final salute to the fallen soldiers. “FIRST REGIMENT! RIGHT FACE!” The Major would shout to the soldiers, hiding his emotions the best he can. The body-bearers would lift the coffins as they brought Captain Jacquelyn and Major Rylan down into the formation. “FORWARD! MARCH!” The 1st Regiment would march inside the walls of the Bastion as they descended to a Ferrum-reinforced door, swinging it open as they disappeared into the depths of the Imperial Barracks. They would return to the surface after a few minutes, two soldiers shorter than when they first began. Congratulations to those who received the following medals. Red Star 4th Class Senior Corporal Peter Maximilian @Ark Ensign Alexander d’Arkent @Radzig Private Maglure Finch @MaglureVarak Corporal Jacker Gendrik @Ariyanqwq Private-Specialist Porphrio @Ozziemine Captain George Darkwood @Froschli Corporal Casper Baelius @Viggen92 Red Star 3rd Class Master Sergeant Heath Linnord @gamegage Sergeant Anastasia O’Rourke @Asutto Ensign Velu @Jake the Dog Lieutenant Sergei Othaman @GhostSHTR Sergeant Fredrick Teufel @FredrickTeufel Red Star 2nd Class Captain Iskander Basrid @KBR Lieutenant Viktoriya DeNurem @TreeSmoothie Captain Erik var Ruthern @Imperium Ensign John Charles @KosherZombie Red Star 1st Class General Peter d’Arkent @ErikAzog Sergeant Willem Galbraith @Galbraith Man Senior Corporal Virgil DeNurem @Maur Major Velhrun Darkwood @DarkWrath94 Ensign Wes DeNurem @GrizzlyWes Generalissimo Alren DeNurem @Mirtok Petrine Heart General Peter d’Arkent @ErikAzog Major Velhrun Darkwood @DarkWrath94 Master Sergeant Heath Linnord @gamegage Private ‘Ricky’ O’Rourke @Jameson_h Corporal Jacker Gendrik @Ariyanqwq Private-Specialist Porphrio @Ozziemine Sergeant Fredrick Teufel @FredrickTeufel Captain Iskander Basrid @KBR Sergeant Willem Galbraith @Galbraith Man Sergeant Anastasia O’Rourke @Asutto Lieutenant Viktoriya DeNurem @TreeSmoothie Captain George Darkwood @Froschli Captain Erik var Ruthern @Imperium Lieutenant Sergei Othaman @GhostSHTR Generalissimo Alren DeNurem @Mirtok Bronze War Eagle Major Velhrun Darkwood @DarkWrath94 Lieutenant Willem Galbraith @Galbraith Man Sergeant Fredrick Teufel @FredrickTeufel Sergeant Anastasia O’Rourke @Asutto Captain Iskander Basrid @KBR General Peter d’Arkent @ErikAzog Ensign John Charles @KosherZombie Generalissimo Alren DeNurem @Mirtok And a moment of silence for those who gave it all. They may be gone but their memories are not. The Honor of the Fallen Major Sir Rylan Swint @BobBox Captain Jacquelyn Cenobia @bloomtiara

*A crumpled paper would be put in the Ranger mailbox* Name: Boryslav Berhal Age: 23 Race: Something-lander Prior Relevant Experience: Does poaching count?

Name: Sir Erik Othaman Residence: Viscounty of Valles ((MC Name)): grnappa ((Discord)): grnappa#6709 ((Timezone)): EST

Major Erik Othaman nods as he reads the missive regarding the new Imperial Reserve. "A wise decision, indeed. We could use the extra manpower in the future."

RP Name: Sir Erik OthamanMC Name: grnappaVoted: Yes

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/196408-the-haeseni-unity/ Sir Erik Othaman nods slowly as he reads the missive, encouraged slightly by the final words. After a moment, however, he finally sighs as he sets the missive down. "These are the words that are most comforting to hear. Haense has been through so much in its extended history and it has continued through the persistence of its people to keep Haense accountable to itself. The Koeng is nie a Koeng in a typical way. He is a shining beacon to those who suffered for their freedom so long ago. The Koeng is a living processional to those who gave their lives to forge the original bonds that keep Haense strong; the sacrifices never forgotten. The Koeng is nie a monarch of the people, he is a monarch from the people." "But even with this role in mind, the Koeng is still human and prone to human failings, niet matter how grand. And before any states it is blasphemy, keep in mind that we rate rulers comparative to each other, calling some bad and others great. If they are all truly perfect, they would nie need to be ranked as better or worse. With such human failings does the path of unrighteousness come to light. It is a rabbit hole that many can fall down unintentionally." "Should we nie hold our own Koeng accountable when he falls down the rabbit hole? Should we nie ask questions when there are glaring issues in the system? Should we nie speak out when the system has failed to fit the desires of the people it is supposed to protect?" "In this missive, it is stated that the Haeseni people persevere to victory and will continue moving forward with their thoughts in the hardest times. Yet in that very same missive, it stated that they should nie look to the Koeng as the problem, but of themselves. What if the Koeng is the problem? Would it nie be then the Haeseni duty to persevere with their beliefs and persist even when the opposition is stacked against them? Perhaps the double standard is set so that all must be accountable except for those few who hold true control over the lives of thousands." "This is nie a matter of the Haeseni people being able to persevere, this is a matter of the Koeng from the people being unable to let his comrades persevere. It is a matter of the people wanting to persevere and persist only to have their monarch crush them with an iron fist for even so much as claim that their monarch did something wrong. Saint Karl Barbanov knew this all too well. Many of Haense's monarchs understood this as well. The newest Koeng is still a bit young for the throne, so let what has happened this past saint's week nie be a reaffirmation of his demanding loyalty. Let it be a new path of understanding the concerns of his people and the memories of those that fought and died so long ago that made him who he is today." "To those who have their voices suppressed and their beliefs attacked by those who disagree with vy, just remember:" "I would have perished had I not persisted."

"Funny enough, was it also nie vy people who spread the false narrative that yam 'left' on my own accord and betrayed my people? Now it seems vy finally admit that yam was removed from Haense. And it is also ironic that the reason yam was removed from Haense (which vy failed to disclose here) is because yam expressed MY opinion on the tactics employed to defend MY Kingdom from the Scyflings." "A man punished for trying to save his home." "See a pattern here?" "So live in vy capsule of lies and continue to believe that vy are in the right by massacring those who seek only to help vy Kingdom. As my papej, Duke Tarcell Othaman of Valles, discloses in the Othamanic Doctrine that the HRA still follows to this day:" "Be calm, strong, polite, and resolute. Show valor in the field and chivalry at home."

Major Erik Othaman simply shook his head as he read the explanation on the controversial ruling. His eyes scanned over the pages as he called to mind past incidents during his years as a Royal and Imperial soldier. "Having served as a soldier to the Royal and Imperial crown for 46 long and arduous years, yam have seen many things that would be considered 'treason' and 'sedition'. The assassination attempts on his Royal Majesty, Sigismund II, and his Imperial Majesty, Peter III are treason. There were those who created full organized terrorist cells across humanity. These cells would openly declare their hatred for order and attempt to topple our organized systems in the Imperium and the Kingdom of Haense. Those who actively fight to destroy our way of life and take to the sword and torch in order to meet these ends are the true traitors." "In my 46 years of service, never once have yam seen people executed in Haense or the Empire for simply speaking their minds and expressing what they truly believe in. How many of those 'ignorant' and 'half-witted' people have walked into the middle of Helena and shout profanities against the ISA only to be held down and summarily executed? Maybe in the 1600s but nie as far as yam have been alive. A true soldier takes 'slander' and empty insults with pride and continue with vy day. A butcher stops to impale them upon a pike in front of the masses." "The argument established by those who seek lighter sentencing of Lord Stafyr is nie the fact that he did nie say those insults. What they are arguing is the fact that those petty insults are held to the same standard as those who seek to burn out cities, stomp out our way of life, and murder our leaders. Do vy nie see the difference in intensity between these two situations? Instead of solving it peacefully or giving him a simple fine for disturbing the peace, vy make the despotic decision that he is niet longer fit for life. All over an empty insult made in anger from a man who wishes to keep his home free of Daemons." "Perhaps it is nie us who are 'ignorant'..." The Aged Commissar inhales deeply as he sets himself down back as his seat, clasping his hands together in prayer. "Saint Karl Barbanov... yam call for vy help once more. Align vy ancestors once more and save the Kingdom from itself." "Amen."

Sir Erik Othaman looks over his shoulder horrified, seeing Ailred recite the law to him in the middle of his office. "How did vy get in here!? OUT!"

Sir Erik Othaman would read the ruling on the case from within his office inside the Bastille. His eyes glanced over the fate that would befall the defendant. After a moment, he set the letter down and let out a long sigh. "Niet one should have to die for expressing their beliefs, niet matter how much ANYONE disapproves of them. This is a disgusting show of force and yam shudder to imagine the ramifications of such a decision. To execute a Lord of Haense over an opinion that affected nothing but the pride of a few in power is sad to hear. Yam pray for vy, Lord Stafyr. Yam pray vy, Wick Family." With that, he grabbed his tankard of Carrion Black and raised it into the air before taking a swig. He'd pause a moment with the Carrion Black in his mouth before spitting it back out onto the ground and setting himself back into his chair.

Captain Erik Othaman would take the missive up in his hands, squinting at it a moment. After a long pause, he’d fold the paper in his hands before stepping into his office and setting himself down in his chair. He’d call for Lieutenant Ledicort, beckoning him into his office as he held the missive out to him. ”This seems familiar, does it nie?” @Da_Emperors

((MCname)): Felix_H03 Name: Sir Erik Othaman Age: 53 Are you a citizen of Haense?: No Are you a knight of Haense?: No Which event do you desire to compete in (Joust, Fisticuffs, Archery)?: Fisticuffs

The Viscount Valles frowns as he scans through the Pacta Conventa. After a long pause, he’d finally shake his head as he declares, “Sir Erik Othaman, the Viscount of Valles, votes in opposition of this.”