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The Privy Council of the Reformed Kingdom of Oren
The King-in-Council is the term that is used to refer to the King when sitting on the council.
The Lord Chancellor is the chief representative of the king. He acts as the Realm’s Prime Minister and Ambassador, and has the authority to hold court in the king’s stead. The Lord Chancellor, with the help of the Chancery, composes and approves edicts and official declarations of the kingdom.
The Lord Viceroy acts as His Majesty's chief liaison in all provincial matters. He ensures territories loyal to the crown abide by Orenic law and the King's will. In turn, he represents each province during domestic or foreign affairs.
The Lord Justiciar is in charge of law enforcement and legal proceedings within the kingdom. He serves as a judge and presides over trials within the kingdom. Only the Lord Justiciar and the King himself may grant a Royal Pardon.
The Lord Marshal is in charge of all the banner forces within the kingdom. During battle, the Marshal acts as the chief general and commander of the assembled forces. The Marshal, upon approval from the king, has the authority to call for a troop census of all military organizations within the kingdom.
The Lord Steward is tasked with the administration of the capital and holdings in Oren. He manages realm infrastructure, capital residency and market festivals, and acts as the chief representative of the king in the capital. The Lord Steward also approves town charters and ensures an efficient administration is managing both the capital and any town abroad.
The Lord Treasurer is in charge of all economic affairs within the kingdom. The Treasurer sets and adjusts taxes throughout the kingdom, and also manages the kingdom’s treasury. In times of scarcity, the Lord Treasurer may set price ceilings and price floors to ensure the productivity and well-being of the kingdom.
The Lord Scrivener is entrusted to author and officiate the legal documents of the King and to maintain the privy seal. The Lord Scrivener has the secondary duty of maintaining the histories and records of the Kingdom as well as the training of apprentice Scriveners to service the vassals of the realm.
The Papal Legate is chiefed with providing the privy council theological advice, converting the populace of Oren to the Canonist Faith, and acting as the sovereign’s link to the papacy.
King-in-Council – His Majesty, Olivier Ashford de Savoie
Lord Chancellor – His Excellency, Lord Guy Ashford de Bar
Lord Viceroy - Vacant
Lord Justiciar – Vacant
Lord Marshal – His Excellency, Lord Augustus de Sola
Lord Steward – His Excellency, Lord Publius Bracchus
Lord Treasurer – Vacant
Papal Legate - His Excellency, Father Humbert de Bar
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In these times of prosperity and security for the Orenian State and her vassals, no disturbances or intolerance of the law can remain uncrushed. Thus, for the repeated crimes of High Treason, attempted assassination of an Orenian Official, and attempted clericide, amid others, the bloodline of "De Bolbec" has been formally and utterly banished from the realm of man. These savages, having sacrificed their noble human heritage, are to be viewed as no less than the dogs they are, and are sentenced to execution if captured in lands of Orenian jurisdiction.
So speaketh His Majesty, so speaketh the Privy.
- Signed in the 14th of the Amber Cold, 1499, from the Office of the Stewardship
Lord Steward Arik Vanir
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBRJfILmXDE&list=PL3C274DFA8EA47AB6&index=2
Within the towering cathedral of Petrus, a congregation assembles for a momentous occasion. Those within chatter in hushed tones, noblemen and peasants alike fidgeting anxiously. Amid the notable figures of Orenian nobility in the front rows, the Duke Vasili Vanir, his brother Arik, and Count Guy de Bar can be seen, solemnly awaiting the arrival of their soon-to-be monarch. Silencing the unmistakable clamor of the unruly mass, an escort of armored Savoyard bodyguards parade into the cathedral, affecting an air of civility amongst the crowd.
Entering the cathedral, the rigid Olivier de Savoie strides down the aisle, flanked by the priest, Branaford of Cavan. The helmet-clad Duke of Aldersberg walks towards the altar, passing countless unspeaking onlookers from all reaches of humanity. Ascending the platform abreast the officiating priest, Olivier of Savoie stands before the assembled throng of witnesses. Thus begins the coronation of the new King of Oren.
“Olivier de Savoie do you hereby swear in sight of the Creator and his people to uphold the laws of Oren and the faith and protect the people of Oren until your dying breath? Do you swear to protect oren and its church? Will you uphold the laws of the almighty? Will you never falter on your faith?" The good Father inquired, pausing at each question's end to heed Olivier's response.
The duke responded with a sole nod, swearing his oaths before the assembled congregation and Creator. He now arose a king, preaching to the audience of a renewed humanity, speaking of a future of both prosperity and might.
As the nascent ruler of Oren finishes his speech, looking out onto the assemblage of his subjects, the room erupts into a raucous round of applause for their new king. The party then departs towards the Palace, the monarch’s path adorned with the gleaming points of the Order of Saint Amyas’ longswords and the Second Regiment’s pikes, to celebrate humanity’s next chapter with a feast.
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Around the realm of Oren, a rolling tide sweeps. It is one of agony, and pain. One of hatred, and fury. One of sorrow, and mourning. It is a tide of blood, and of steel. It is on the lips of every man, woman and child noble enough to call themselves "Human."It is a tide of vengeance.WARCLAIMType of Battle:ConquestTime & Date:5PM EST, Saturday, March 21stAttacking Forces:Kingdom of OrenDefending Forces:High ElvesLocation and Boundaries:The Silver City, it's immediate surroundings.Terms of Victory:Victory for attacking team:Defenders are killed or driven out of the battle areaVictory for the defending team:attackers are killed or driven out of the battle areaRewards:If the attacking side wins, they shall immediately take over the region plot of the silver city, doing with it as they pleaseIf the defending side wins, the area will be non-warclaimable for such an extent of time as chosen by a non-affiliated GMRulesServer rulesNo team killingNo fake statusesNo returning to battleNo meta-gamingTnt enabledNo one-day altsNo underground fort modifications prior to this post. All additional fortifications must be on ground level or above.Starting now, no items may be moved from The Silver City and its adjoining structures.74 -
"LOOSE!" Arik Vanir roared, the bitter wind nipping at him through his jacket of mail. Besides him, the half-frozen catapult came to life, groaning thunderously as it launched its payload. A moment later, the massive stone tour through the Faolin gate with a tremendous crash, the cheers of the engine operators piercing through the air.
The men on the catapults quickly drew their own weapons, leaving their charges to go and attend to the pillage below. Inside the fort, the Pagan filth were being butchered by the second, the castle itself tearing up in flames. Screams of the wounded and dying northerners filled the air, the forces of Orenia dispatching all who opposed them, filling their arms and backs with the burden of pillage. Nearby, caskets of stolen wine flowed freely, and men with gold bursting from their pockets howled with laughter as they headed home. The Pagans had been dispatched with haste and force they couldn't have possibly perceived.
Back in Petrus, men raised mugs to cheer in toast, the streets filled with celebration and the churches packed to the last pew. "Ave Orenia!" They cried, shaking their fist and thanking God above. The Kingdom mourned the loss of Andrik by pressing his most noble cause, uniting the realm of man. The Reunifier had shown the way, and now, his people carried on the torch.
The true faith had prevailed.
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On this day, The Privy Council of Oren has announced a
Declaration of Regency
to be put into effect immediately.
The Privy Council has elected Vasili Vanir as Lord Regent, to hold court and power over the Kingdom of Oren in this time of crisis.
The Privy has announced the 15th of the First Seed to be a national day of mourning.
Ave Oren. Ave Humanity.
The King Is Dead. His Legacy Lives On. HAIL VYDRA.
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Zeus Ith'ael stood for what he believed. To be talked down to by a child no less. No king will tell him to open the gate again.
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There will soon be no gate left to open.
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The Kingdom weeps.
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It was like any other day in Petrus. The Merchants peddled their wares while the various citizens socialized and went about their daily business. With a keen eye the men of the 2nd Regiment kept watch over the ramparts and the inhabitants of the city.Then, suddenly, there came a man running down the steps from the royal palace, out of breath and with news for his fellow Orenians.After months, the inner doors had opened.Out from the depths of his sanctuary, the King finally emerged.Andrik Vydra had returned.19
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With the dwarven scourge sunk at sea and halted in snow, the Orenian army continues its offensive. Returning to the lands that started it all, spears and swords are leveled at Hanseti, and the march to liberate the north begins anew. From the corners of the realm men gather, Akovian, Savoyard, Adrian or otherwise, to see to the defeat of the imperialist stouts.
WARCLAIM
Type of Battle:
Conquest
Time & Date:
Saturday, March 14th, time to be negotiated
Attacking Forces:
The Kingdom of Oren + Allies
Defending Forces:
The Grandaxe Clan + Allies
Location and Boundaries:
Hanseti
Hanseti & immediate surroundings
(roughly) http://gyazo.com/e63b2b82186294b04d1c961446c34186
Terms of Victory:
Victory for attacking team:
If the defenders are all killed or driven out of the battle area
Victory for the defending team:
If the attackers are all killed or driven out of the battle area.
Rewards:
Victory for the attackers means ownership of Hanseti will be transferred to the Kingdom of Oren, and used as they please.
Victory for the defenders means the region may not be war claimed for a time based off the suggestions of non affiliated Game Moderators with the consent of both sides.
Rules:
Server rules
No one day alts
No team killing
No fake statuses
No returning to battle
No metagaming
No fort modifications made after this post
No moving items out of the plot
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From the Port of Leuvaarden, the army of men set sail. Enlivened by their crushing victory over the dwarves in the north, the men of Oren cheered from the rails of the three great ships, surging towards their foe.
Inside the dwarvish bay, huddling close in a desperate plea for safety, the dwarvish boats stood side by side. It was here the great ships pulled up, firing bow and ballista alike from their great decks. Missiles soared screaming through the air, carrying trains of fire and wreaking havoc amid the dwarvish decks. Parallel to the naval assault, a seething iron horde of valiant soldiers charged forward, cries of victory on their lips. They boarded the stout's feeble crafts, using their own proximity against them, and quickly laid waist to those foolish enough to oppose them.
Their courage soon broke, and the dwarves who were not cut down were flung into the water, dragged to the depths by the weight of their armor, silent screams escaping their mouths. As the last of the defenders were driven away, screaming in pain as their beards caught alight, the victorious cries of Oren washed over the skies.
The captured ships were scuttled, their sails set ablaze and holds stocked with explosive powder. The victors quickly departed back to their homes, burdened with their freshly taken loot. As the bay receded into the distance, great fireballs rose to the sky, the last remnants of the "Grand" Kingdom's naval might.
Returning home, the men feasted and cheered, another victory won, another step taken.
"Ave Oren!"
"Hail Vydra! Hail Oren!"
"Is it over already?"
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In the frozen fields outside Drakenburgh, the two kingdoms collided. The harsh northern winds bit through steel and cloth alike as soldiers from both sides huddled together in rank and form. The Dwarven siege camp bustled with activity, launching projectiles towards the stone walls as snowflakes drifted lazily overhead. From the castle parapets, no answer came but silence. It was then, suddenly and brutally, they struck.
The Orenian forces, surging like the tide against a child's castle of sand, swept over the opposition with a brutal finality. The siege was stalled, the attackers scrambling to defend themselves against the superior counter-assault, dying in droves before setting foot on field or ladder to wall. Soon, overwhelmed by the steel and arrows of man, the dwarven invaders led a retreat. Cornered in their hole of Polaris, the assailants turned defender, The Orenian Forces regrouped, and continued their push.
The air soon split with thunderous cracks, the human blasting powder taking its toll on the dwarven siege-post, short, stumpy bodies and limbs flying through the air. The final charge came soon after, the blitz sending Orc and Dwarf alike scattering with howls and cries. Soon, the field and city lay dormant, the ground shaking with cries of human victory.
"Ave Orenia!"
"Hail Vydra!"
"God shits on the stouts!"
From the snow and hills they had come, and to the snow and hills they were sent reeling back.25 -
From the looming tower of the Cathedral in Petrus, Bells sing out their chorus madly, announcing the beginning of one of Humanity's largest ever gatherings:
The Coronation of King Andrik Vydra, first of his name, as Ruler and Protector of Men.
With thronging crowds stretching out to the streets, every last pew filled to the bustling limit, the chatter of thousands of mouths filled the air. Before the entrance, standing silent in rank and file, the men of the 2nd Akovian Regiment stood watch. Nobles, merchants, laborers, men and women of all ages, all stood packed shoulder to shoulder to see their king. Above them all, proudly perched before the alter, stood Andrik Vydra.
Before long, Bishop Kristoff arrived, standing behind the altar, raising his arms as he spoke.
"Andrik Vydra, do you swear to defend the people of Oren from any threat, and devote your life to their wellbeing?"
"Do you swear to protect the one true faith, and the purity of our race?"
Kneeling, Andrik looked up, speaking in an echoing tone.
"Until my last breath, or the end of days, I shall defend Oren, her people, and her faith. I do so swear."
"Then by the powers invested in me by God and his Vicar, I, Bishop Kristoff, crown you King Andrik I of House Vydra, Ruler of Oren and Protector of the Realm."
As the gilded crown was set upon his temples, the countless rows of spectators burst into applause, cheering out in a shattering yell.
"Long live the King! Long Live Oren!""Hail Vydra!"
"Ave Oren! Hail to the King!"
The scene quickly dissolved, the freshly crowned King heading towards his Palace, flanked on either side by his guards. Inside the throne room of Petrus, the crowd continued to swell, taking up every seat and ledge available. For hours, men and women cheered toast, raising mugs of ale and dining on food from all corners of the realm. Music and laughter filled the air in celebration. Humanity itself let out a great cheer in its unity, finally united.
Thank you to everyone who attended the event! Ave Oren!
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Throughout the corners of the realm, messenger birds take flight and couriers run, hanging posters and calling out. To every noble court and to each peasant hovel the word is carried, informing all sons of man of
The King's Coronation!
Unified in strength in a way never before imagined, Humanity comes together to celebrate the formal coronation of Andrik Vydra. By royal decree, days of feasting and celebration shall be carried out in the capital of Petrus, with the Church of the Canon anointing our king high! The military might of the Realm has once more been called forth to display their martial prowess, and all men, noble or lowly peasant, shall be given opportunity to petition and welcome His Grace.
Where?
The Capital City of Petrus!
When?
Saturday, February 28th, around 4-6pm EST
All able bodied men and women of the realm, as well as esteemed foreign guest and allies, are beckoned to come! Merchants and entertainers from around the Realm are invited to perform for pay in front of large crowds and the king! (Any performers or people interested in the event may PM this account or contact Lord Steward Arik Vanir)
Hail Vydra! Ave Oren!
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A Forceful Decolonization, the North to Nonehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-G_Ekpq32HAScouts on horseback dashed through the Northern reaches of Athera. Once previously occupied by Aesterwald, the North was nothing but a desolate ruin, filled with empty shells of once large settlements. The night howled around them as they rode on to their objective, the horses grunting and wheezing as they continued the arduous journey.Under the cover of darkness they dismounted, the satchels slapping at their sides as they did so. They approached the the bridge that lay before them and quietly led their steeds across it, tightly gripping the leads that were wrapped about the creatures' muzzles. The wind pushed and pulled the bridge this way and that, nearly upending the travelers into the icy waters below. Tieing the ropes to a pine tree, they moved off to the opposite side of the snow covered road. Now that they had ridden past the ruins of Vanderfell and that of Cloud Temple, the scouts beheld the tips of purple spiraling towers just above the treetops. Though covered in the night’s shade, they glimmered strange tones and emitted an aura of sorts. Heartened by this sight, they trekked forwards with a renewed vigor. Hiebenhall was within their reach.
Swiftly as one can through such thick forests, the scouts began to survey the area around the castle. They took detailed notes of the natural and man-made defenses, huddled quietly in the darkness that gave them shelter. Quite pleased with their work, the duo gladly returned to their steeds and mounted up. After numerous hours of trudging through snow and avoiding Irongut patrols, they road south back towards Orenian Lands and to a much warmer climate.A few weeks later, a dozens upon dozens of ravens flooded out of the rookeries of Petrus, heading out to spread the word across the Kingdom. The Orenian Forces were marching to war.
WARCLAIMType of Battle:PillageTime & Date:To Be DecidedPreferably this weekendAttacking Forces:Reformed Kingdom of Oren and allies.Defending Forces:Hiebenhall inhabitants and allies.Location and Boundaries:Hiebenhall ((and the areas around it))Terms of Victory:Victory for attacking team:If the defenders are all killed or driven out of the battle area.Victory for the defending team:If the attackers are all killed or driven out of the battle area.Battle area terms will be discussed on by the leaders of both sides. This is referring to the underground of Hiebenhall and the keep like structure the lands house.Rewards:Victory for the attackers means the attacking force will be granted free-reign within the region. They will be able to look and pillage as they please for two (2) hours.Victory for the defenders means the region may not be war claimed for a time based off the suggestions of non affiliated Game Moderators with the consent of both sides.Rules:Server rulesNo team killingNo fake statusesNo returning to battleNo meta-gamingThere must be a way to actually get across the riverNo underground fort modifications prior to this post. All additional fortifications must be on ground level or above.All items in this location may not be transferred to another, starting now.26 -
Outside of the Capital of Petrus, surrounding the fielded city of tents, a thriving mass of armed men mill about, standing neatly in rank and file.Orenia, her people unified for the first time in years, had finally come together to show her might. Faces from all corners of the realm peeked outfrom behind steel helms and over oaken shields. Rows of gleaming pikes flashed brilliantly in the mid-morning sun, before trumpets blared the arrivalof His Grace, Andrik Vydra.
Stepping upon his podium, arms clasped behind his back and face stern, the king of men addressed his subjects. His voice carrying, he spoke the truththat all men knew in their hearts, but had yet discover for themselves. He spoke of unity, of prosperity, security and strength. His words rippledthrough the ranks of iron clad men and into the mass of civilians in the crowded city behind them, into every man who had drawn a bow and plowed a field.
The age of man had come, and they knew it.Marching in unison towards their destiny, the seething iron mass stamped towards the city of elves, shouts on their lips, and swords in hand.
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"Oh boy here we go again"
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Around the Realm, posters are scattered, messengers are sent, and word of mouth is spread of....
The Orenian Tent Fair!
Days of festivities outside of the Capital of Petrus, with humans from all corners of the realm coming together to celebrate our unity in reformation! Food, drink, music and celebration shall be widespread, with merchants and entertainers sought to perform!
Mingle with Petrusian citizens, the military levies from the corners of the realm, traveling merchants, nobles, and foreigners alike! Witness the mightiest of the realm clash in a great melee tourney, to determine the Champion of Oren! Experience the excitement of a live joust, and compete in an Archery Competition and more for vast rewards!
Where?The Capital City of Petrus!
(X: 850 Z: 300)
When?Saturday, February 14th - Melee Tournament, Jousting, Archery & Festivities! 3:00 PM EST
Sunday, February 15th - Grand Feast, closing festivities! 3:00 PM EST
The Fair Grounds are currently open and expanding, intermixed with the Orenian War Games tents! Stop by anytime to mingle, take part in challenges, buy exotic goods, or just experience the fun!
Merchant? Musician? Entertainer?
The Stewards of Petrus are seeking all of the above and more for the fair! If you wish to set up a stall to sell your goods, set up a live performance for yourself or your crew, or have any questions or comments, seek out a Petrusian steward!
Lord Steward Arik Vanir - XRyanSeveranceX
Lieutenant Richard Reyne - Seannie22
Bjorn Vanir - InfamousGerman
Lord Justicar Lothar Balian - Arkantos1279
PM'ing this account is also acceptable.
Food, fun, and friends for all! Don't miss out on the experience!
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The Land Census Proclamation Of 1500
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The Land Census Proclamation of 1500
It is by the grace of the Lord Chancellor, Guy de Bar, that a form is distributed to all landholders of Oren. Its purpose is to gather accurate and reliable information for the benefit of the state, thereby ensuring that each holding is administered properly. With the Census’ implementation, the Chancery will usher in an ambitious new era of stewardship and civil institutions for Humanity.
Ave Oren! Ave Humanity!
Signed,
Guy de Bar, Lord Chancellor of Oren,
24th of the Amber Cold, 1500