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A letter written with a clinical cursive is found tacked onto several archways of the buildings of officials across the city of Santegia, the vellum warmed from the sun's gleam. The corners of each copy are neatly folded into a triangle as if to indicate the reader to turn a page to view the manic sketches of the inventor, Derral Falkner. "To whom it may concern, I am worried for the future of my work and its place at Santegia. I create machines and devices, both standard and bespoke, and research to advance the field of movements and mechanics. This requires itself large devices and materials which cannot be fitted through the sole trapdoor and ladder provided to me - but which when fully installed will prove a tight squeeze in the space afforded to me. The solution I propose here will give me the space to perform my work in full, and enable the completion of the workshop's arrangement - which involves glassware, steelworking and contraptions that must be pre-built in pieces. I call it a... lift: a platform allowing the transfer of materials and devices along a vertical movement of pulleys. Such a lift will be external, as the arrangement of the workshop would not allow for its movements to fit inside. It would be placed on the face of the wall of the property (Derral's Workshop) towards the canal's lip. I have it visualised on this letter's reverse, so you may see. I hope you agree to this measure to be installed, to prove Santegia to truly be a city of makers and artisans - to allow my work to become. With all regards, Derral Falkner." ((Will add the sketch later - it's already done, promised!))

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Menithrian the Provost places a handwritten appeal, on bleached vellum, across several major cities. His case of jitters is evident - the cursive is disjointed. An improvised seal adorns each copy of the parchment, along with his signature. (Your signature can be placed as a response to this post)

Oliver Barnsley signs this charter.

I voted no for a spawn tavern, or any other spawn roleplay function - because it detracts from the work of settlements to achieve often the same means - people will chill in spawn because it's more convenient, they are safe and the exposure to new players is the highest it gets. I suppose having a restored CT would be a nice project to get going.

Menithrian reads this on a notice, in waiting for an audience with the Magnate, at Ostwick. "So, it's true then. Out with the old, and in with the new. My concern is now how I enact this new." he would note in his memoirs. He took his cane, dizzied by the thought of such a destructive and also productive force reaching its end, and perched by the nearest step he could make his own seat.

"Former enemies make for the strongest allies."

I) Full legal name: [Menithrian] Gender: [Male] Place of birth: [The Northern Uncharted, Nar'Satya Age (precise is best, but approximate is accepted): [36] ((-Skype name (If you do not have Skype, that's unfortunate. We want to keep organised, and as a community - so, now's the time to make that move. http://www.skype.com...e-for-computer/): [it is known] II) Choose, one of the following, as your dominant sect (by placing an ‘X’ in the appropriate your response). Then, to those it’d concern, indicate (with ‘V’) your interests regarding other, non-dominant sects. (All are dominant, as Dean of Salvus) Industrious sect: of the sciences, mechanics and labour. [ X ] Mercantile sect: of trade, Valaise and wealth. [ X ] Military sect: of defenses, law enforcement, and arms. [ X ] Cultured sect: of arts, dramatic, literature or music. [ X ] III) The following questions are to be answered by either ‘Ye’ or ‘Nay’. Do you pledge that your sole residence and Citizenship shall only be Salvian, upon completing this application? [Ye] Do you show willingness to pay consistently as a tenant of Government property (that be, once a year)? [Ye] Do you recognize that all non-neutral ties with other must be severed upon being of the neutral Republic of Salvus? [Ye] Do you acknowledge that you are to be involved with Salvian Conscription, as any other Citizen, for a minimum eight year term? [Ye] ___________________________________________________ Settler’s Section : to be completed by all Current Salvians already with Passport, for at least one year. Failure to complete this section shall see their Passports being revoked. IV) The following questions shall be answered with thorough and complete detail - otherwise, the responses are very likely to be rejected, along with the entire application. Upon reading Examples, please remove them from your response. State the street and door number of your place of residence (or, of the building it is contained within). Then, declare the price of tenancy of the property (check this with the S.A - should you not know the exact sum) per year. Castello Del Fendrica, 1 Fendrica Centrale (exempt - Consul in government property) State the Guilds you are of, and what role/s you hold within them (please state if you are part of none). Dean of the University of Salvus (Collective of Core Guilds): Acting Curator of the Bards' Guild, Acting Chairman of the Hawkers' Club, Patron of the Institute and Salvian Military Academy. State all maintained sources of your income - and approximate amounts of income from each - and the exact street and door numbers of the locale of your work: Consul of the Council of the Salvian Authority (Nil), at Castello Del Fendrica, 1 Fendrica Centrale

Race changes? Yes, please. Skill changes? Change up the ratios, make it extortionate in price.. the in-game economy's not been paid attention to with all this, clearly. The next announcement will soon be buying Minae for cash! In fact, no, my comments earlier don't do it justice. This is Pay-to-Win. Donation is meant to support a server's running costs, and provide non-gameplay changing perks in return: this completely changes the fabric of the server. If you guys want money so much, add a membership to the server! I wouldn't mind paying that. Instead, we have this: microtransations, like Minecraft roleplay is your take on Candy Crush. I am willing to pay a monthly membership to play LOTC, than to have a skimped roleplay experience because of this.

Absolutely. Hopefully, this will remove the stigma behind nations facing the prospect of stacks of diamonds to get protections on their lands, that they should have anyway. Of course, I speak for Salvus - where most our landmass stands unprotected, and selfishly so. +1

To me, like I've seen from others here, it's a matter of how land is used, rather than the land itself. I personally feel that had roleplay not clustered together along a Stone Road, then Athera would have been the map people had wanted it to become. The map itself was more than adequate, but it'd just been built wrongly. With that said, what canvas (us builder of nations) is provided better last long, to make the effort of building these environments of roleplay worthwhile. I'll say a good majority of my time at LOTC has been spent building, so it is quite irritating that I'm looking at potentially building two capitals (4.5 and 5.0) for Salvus, in a matter of months. A new - medium-sized - map is called for, as Athera has simply not worked out, how it was meant to. But, I'm not a great fan of this temp map prospect. TL:DR. 5.0, but not 4.5 - please.

Menithrian would comment "Enlightenment deserves a place to be harboured; an entire nation committed to its cause! Not to split the forces of thought throughout the realm, as they've been forced for centuries! If the Headmaster may take part in reception with me, I shall be most honoured to have them. I have a proposition for them."

On his leave, for his second ideological exile, Menithrian comes across a building of ornate nature in Provinci de Dimora ((residential district)) that wasn't a dwelling. Upon finding out the Clinic's existence, he quivers in fear of their tools! "More refined butchers, who happen to save lives at that," he quips to himself. "If ye 'ead to a Clinic, it's most like that something's gone awry.." he grimaces in a chilling fear, "yet, it's better we 'ave folk try and piece them back together, then leave 'em as detritus." He returns to the establishment, proud and grinning, then firmly nails on the following placard - he'd just had the carpenter do: "Proudly holder of The Salvian Warrant, for services of medicine and palliative care, since 1507."

Menithrian, on the eve of his second ideological exile, leaves to hear of this comment, and smirks. "This be a question that could be answered with an entire book and a plethora of speeches, but I nay have the time or ink to produce such. So, make do with this, friend: Under Oren, Salvus would no longer be, for its independence, neutrality, peace and Enlightenment would be compromised. Then, it'd be another fledging shell to install a regiment, and hold yet another bloated House - vying to flap at its allies to gain a more favoured place in court. But, I respect humanity, and treat Orenians as cousins, all the same. I may not like what my family does, but they still be family; of humanity. I am blessed that Oren has given us the same respect in return; we are much more common than different."

Menithrian grinned in joy as he found this parchment on the Stone Room's table, with the nib of a quill nearby. Along its neat address was a scribble beneath the line on Salvus - which brought a warm pride within him. "The Salvian Council will be sure to attend such a momentous occasion, along with a cohort of some of our Bards, in hope of absolute merriment and congruence." Menithrian then scrolls the parchment, with a firm press of the navy wax seal of the Council of the Republic, to keep the message in place. With a whistle that manages two tones at once, his hawk emerged, and dug its talons firmly at the edges of the parchment. "Careful there, boy. No creases this time." Menithrian says, handing raw meat to the creature. The hawk gawked, then sprung its hind feet forwards to leap into the air of the Grand Hall, and out through the Falcon hatches of the Castello's ridge.