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  1. THE GRAND GUILD OF MERCHANTS ᛒᚨᚴ-ᛒᛖᚱᚷᚢᚴᛚᛁᚱᚢᛗᛗ Dwarves are known for three things: their short stature, their underground strongholds, and their token lust for valuable items. The Royal Guild of Merchants focuses on this last primal trait to acquire vast sums of coin for themselves and the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. HIERARCHY The Grand Merchant, stylized as Armakak’s Coin, is the principal leader of the guild, responsible for all that it encompasses. The Grand Mechant must ensure that the guild is well-supplied and merchandise is sufficiently appropriated to guild members. He must ensure that their products are sold at a reasonable and correct price, as well as conduct other managerial duties that become present with time. Senior Merchants, stylized as Acolytes of Armakak, are guild members who have proven themselves as masterful traders and are capable of working on their own. They are responsible primarily for orchestrating grand trade operations: stocking the shelves of the foreign shops and seeking out new business ventures abroad. The Junior Merchants, stylized as Initiates of Armakak, are the backbone of the guild. These traders primarily act as guild mules, performing the vital task of transporting wares between the Senior and Grand Merchants. When not performing in this function, the Junior Merchants will peddle goods at the discretion of the Grand Merchant. CODE OF CONDUCT Guildsmen will not steal from their fellow guildsmen. Guildsmen will maintain their assigned merchandise or redeem its loss. Guildsmen will respect the laws of the nations to which they are assigned OPERATIONS Guild operations are formalized by the Grand King and his Grand Merchant, generally planning import-export operations for a year at a time. Merchandise delivered to the Merchants’ Guild will be appropriated first to the domestic shops of guildsmen before being transported abroad for export, either by Senior Merchants to their foreign hubs or by the Lesser Merchants to peddle on the streets. Yearly, the Grand Merchant will assess the net gains from his subordinates and name the most profitable guildsman, awarding him for his outstanding efforts to the Grand Kingdom. GUILDHOUSE The Royal House of Mercantile is the primary logistical warehouse for guild affairs and the office of the Grand Merchant. Its inner workings are mysterious to foreigners and even most Dwedmar, for its halls are closely guarded from prying eyes. It is known to hold vast storages of trade goods and a separate royal treasury. APPLICATION Though the Royal Guild of Merchants seldomly appropriates time for the purposes of adding new blood to its ranks, it does collect resumes from interested parties. All submissions are overseen by the Grand Merchant, who alone will dictate a Dwed’s worthiness to the Guild. Resume Name: Race: Age: ((OOC)) MC Name: Discord Tag: Timezone: ARMAKAK NEEDS YOU! JOIN THE GUILD NOW!
  2. Girgin Grandaxe finally reaches the Metinan Keep, after a long and exhausting ride from Urguan. He would sit by the gate for a while as he then dismounts and laughs. "When we start the killing?" he would then laugh even more as he takes out the map he was carrying to study the roads to Talon's Port.
  3. IGN: Ioannis RP NAME: Stonefish CANDIDATE: Durorn Ireheart
  4. Hello there friends of Malinor! I would like to say a few things as LT = bad people. The Snow Elven lore was never a “cannon” one, as their origin was never really cannonised to begin with. RP wise, nobody knows how they came to be, the royal family (Tundraks) have their story to promote their propaganda and then the rest of the people have their own stories. It was a legend of its own, a fairytale for the children. So yes, you dont have to tell us about that but I doubt you even had a single snow elf in those discussions. After the whole origin fairytales, you state that the rest of the snow elves must re-make their appearance to fit the High Elven height standards. I dont agree with this at all and it goes against what the server is all about. We are not talking about a group that just appeared on LotC. We are talking about a group that has been around for 3-4 years now, for good or bad. You cannot force them to simply undo all their progress just because you are doing your usual “MUST PURGE” business. The snow elves do originate from the High Elves but due to them living in the snow, they became “buffer” as they have to survive in the snowy weather, it takes effort to do anything in a place where its cold all the time. Their lifespam also decreased due to their living condition, not due to some curse or any of that. All the above is called evolution, when you take something from its home and you place it somewhere else, it will either evolve to match the new place or it will die. Sadly, the snow elves evolved instead of dying. Overall, I believe that you just handled this poorly. I dont see an issue with people wanting to RP something different. I wont mention other races as thats scummy and not helpful but you should truly focus on other things that are more urgent than wasting your time and the time of lots of people who spent countless hours making the Snow Elves something fun. If this is about to reduce the amount of races and sub-races a new player has to sort through, sure, remove the snow elves from that. There is only a handful of people who enjoy RPing as them. But you should not force people who spent years on their characters to change them just because you felt like it. X
  5. Release date 2025 and the map will still be half finished by then
  6. Grand Prince Aelthos Tundrak would send a letter to Martin Heusmann, inviting him to the Princedom of Fenn.
  7. The dazzling banners of Aegrothond, Urguan, Haelun’or, and Fenn flurried and intermingled in the frosty, yet relatively warm, square of Tahu’Lareh. Additional envoys from Lorraine, Kaedrin, and the Hou-Zi were also present, though their role was merely as observers. Soldiers and diplomats from the respective nations spoke freely amongst each other- sharing stories and jesting in good spirit. However, the prevailing topic of the hour was the diplomatic conference that was soon to be had, one that would unite the four nations in their collective endeavour against Llyria. After several minutes of idle chatter, horns blared from the Citadel, signaling to all that the meeting was to commence. The respective entourages ventured to the conference hall within the Citadel, each taking a seat at the long table before them. Grand Prince Aelthos, sitting at the head of the table, initiated the talks. “So, Llyria,” he began, looking to Sohaer Dimaethor Visaj, seated just across for him. “It seems they’ve made the decision to tempt fate once again,” he continued, glancing at both Sea Prince Feanor Sylvaeri and King Utak Ireheart, both seated to the left of the Sohaer. “We all have our grievances with them, but it seems in their vainglory Llyria has brought war upon themselves. With their recent breaking of the treaty we made with them, our alliance is left with little other option than to pursue military action.” Those in attendance murmured in agreement. “They aren’t just tempting fate- they’re tempting all of us,” snickered Crown Prince Vytrek, helping himself to a sip of the wine before him. “Poor them, I suppose. I quite liked the city until the Empyrion lost a chunk of his brain.” “I do not know how you could bear to stand that city,” the Sohaer sneered, shaking his head in evident disagreement. “It is a place riddled with dark mages, demon-spawn, and the lesser life forms we are all obligated to rid this world of.” The table fell quiet, for most there were in agreement. However, the matter of how the war would be conducted still remained. “Just charge in and DESTROY THEM!” cheered the young prince, Aldred. “I believe naval supremacy will be paramount to winning this war. Llyria is a port city- if we cut their supplies then we ought to be able to starve them into submission,” argued the Sea Prince. To further illustrate his point, he procured a map of the Llyrian area, pointing to its harbour, then tracing a line to his own city at Aegrothond. “Look at how short of a distance that is. We would be able to effectively support a besieging army via sea without worrying about the hassle of a long voyage,” he concluded, looking to the Grand Prince for affirmation of his plan. The Grand Prince remained quiet, studying the map intently. He rubbed his beard, before pulling a worn charcoal pencil from his pocket. Marking an ‘x’ at the tunnel leading into Llyria, Aelthos began to speak. “I agree with the Sylvaeri’s suggestion, though I would like to take it a step further.” Aelthos pointed at his ‘x’, glancing up to King Utak. “Have your dwarves block this pass here. I want nothing in and nothing out. In the meantime, the Ivae’fenn and Sillumiran will besiege the city itself. Have we any disagreements here?” King Utak, who had seated himself in a small basin of water in the center of the table, shook his head. “T'ere will b' teh loot, aye?” he inquired, his eyes growing wide with the thought of plunder. He then splashed some water on his face, washing out some of the grime. Silir Uradir, Okarir’san of Haelun’or, snorted. “Sounds like a typical dwarven concern,” he chortled, furrowing his eyes at Utak’s bathing. “However, there is another matter. I revel at the opportunity to strike down the Llyrian corruptions, but what of the normal citizens there? Plenty of innocents reside in that wretched city. Would we be just to treat them the same?” “I say we allow those who wish to leave the city pass through our siege lines. I suspect that the dark mages will wish to defend their home, for it is the only place that openly harbors them. That said, what of those that abandon their city anyway and masquerade as a normal person?” said the Sea Prince, biting his lower lip. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat upon noticing Utek’s bathing, but held his tongue regardless. “Then we will hunt them down again and again, as is our duty,” affirmed the Haelun’orian Okarir’san, flashing Feanor a cocksure grin. “Besides, I don’t think any of us have seen them put up a half-decent fight before.” Dimaethor Visaj laughed clearly and heartily, though more sinister undertones were evident. Then rising from his seat, the aged Sohaer addressed those at the table. “Fortune has it that we are all on the same side this time around. We shall make quick business of this petty enemy. Now, the hour is getting late, and we all have armies to ready for war. I shall depart for today, but I will return with an army beside me- ready to join you.” With that, the Haelun’orian retinue said their goodbyes and left. Soon after, the other envoys followed suit, each saying a few words in farewell before leaving the hall. After a few moments, only the Grand Prince and his two sons remained. Vytrek was the first to rise, walking over to the map left behind by Sea Prince Feanor. “It’s a viable plan,” the Crown Prince noted, studying the battle plans that had been marked down. “That it is. No doubt the Llyrian state will crumble at our might, but how many losses will we suffer? Hundreds?” Aelthos responded, joining his son in examining the plans. Vytrek took a longing glance outside of the window behind him, looking to the training Ivae’fenn below him. Recruits sparred, officers shouted orders, and standard-bearers stood stalwartly with the colors of Fenn in-hand. War was soon to come to all of them once again. “I don’t know. Maybe ten?” WARCLAIM Attackers Princedom of Fenn & Allies Defenders Llyria & Allies Wargoals: The Llyrian city pillaged. Location & Proposed Time Add me on Discord to discuss this further Ioannis#9788
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  9. GRAND PRINCE, Aelthos Tundrak III signs.
  10. The windswept halls of the Citadel rang silent as the convocation of the Fennic Grand Council sat, awaiting the arrival of the Grand Prince. Snow flurried outside in a great torrent, one that made the warmth of the hall all the more welcoming to the Grand Councillors. They had been called in the middle of the night by their Prince for reasons they knew not, though the inviting, hospitable atmosphere inside of the Citadel soon turned the tired quietness into a lively chatter. A few good minutes later and the heavy footsteps of the Grand Prince could be heard just outside the door. With a heavy groan, the door guarding the hall from the blizzard outside opened to reveal His Majesty- Aelthos Tundrak III. Adorned in the finest of plate, with a thick yet soft woolen cloak to defend him from the frost, the imposing Tundrak entered the hall, a look of pure fury upon his features. The Grand Prince’s chilling gaze turned the veins of the Mali’fenn in the room to ice, a freeze far harsher than even the blizzard. As he sauntered to the edge of the table at the center of the room he stood before his councillors, clearing his throat as he prepared to speak. “They’ve tested my patience for the last time,” the Grand Prince began, his clear, peremptory voice rising above the raging storm outside. “ These ‘spider cultists’ are malformations- deserving of naught but the death we are to bring to them. It is a mercy, all things considered, as such creatures do not deserve a quick demise” he spat, his gauntleted hands gripping the edge of the table. The councillors said not a word, opting to simply nod in agreement. It was evident to them all that to test the Tundrak’s patience would be a folly. His temper was a beast to be feared more than any wyvern, twice so when the lives of his subjects were on the line. “I will admit that it was my fault in not dealing with this scourge earlier. My inaction has led to the kidnapping and killing of my people. However, this ends now. These vermin will be exterminated by the hand of the Ivae’fenn, their blood will fill the vile pits which they call home.” He then paused, biting the interior of his cheek as he studied the faces of each and every one of his councillors. Was he looking for weakness? Resolve? Hesitation? Whatever it may have been, he found it, for the Grand Prince smiled for the first time that night. However, his grin was not one of joy or warmth, rather it was of a cocksure determination. The vigor and boldness of youth had not yet left Aelthos, for within his heart was the passion, the desire to eradicate these foul murderers- to free his people from their worries when traveling about Arcas. “I inherited the most disciplined, experienced army in all of elvendom. It would be a shame if I were to die before utilizing their prowess at least once,” the youthful monarch mused, shooting a look to one his councillors, Aesilnoth Annungilben. “Grand Marshal, see to it that the Ivae’fenn is ready within the fortnite. These cultists may be diabolical, but I have full faith that they will break easily under our might.” “It will be done,” the aged marshal responded, rising from his seat. “Am I get to it straight away, Your Majesty?” “Indeed. I give you leave to begin preparations. I’ll not have a single soldier with a want for proper gear.” As Grand Marshal Aesilnoth strode out of the Citadel, the Grand Prince turned to face his remaining councillors. His countenance, now graced by a grin of satisfaction, eased the tension of the others. His Majesty, though prone to outbursts, was by no means difficult to be around. Procuring a wine flask from his cloak, the Grand Prince took a hearty swig whilst looking to the windows that revealed the world outside- which was now far calmer than it had been before. “The end of this blizzard has shown us a fine night indeed. I shall allow you to enjoy it in your homes and with your families. I will not bother you all with the details of this operation for now- just know that it will demand all of our efforts,” he concluded, giving a nod of goodbye as he turned to depart. As he reached the gates, the Grand Prince paused, allowing himself a final look back to his council. A towering Elf, shrouded in a blanket of shadows stood among the Mali’fenn councillors. The unknown Elf lifted his chin, to which a gem upon his crown winked in the light of a distant torch. “The Princedom of Fenn is at war once again.” When Wyrvun stirs, the little spiders will be trampled beneath his taloned feet. WARCLAIM Type of War & CBs (if applicable) Multiplue Attack on Leadership, kidnapping and openly attacks against the Princedom of Fenn Conquest War Goal Attackers Princedom of Fenn & Allies Defenders Spider Elves & Allies Wargoals: The destruction of the Spider Elf Stronghold Location & Proposed Time Add me on Discord to discuss this further Ioannis#9788
  11. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5k3casyhOis The Fenn-Oren-Urguan Peace Treaty of 1725 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Snow Elves, Dwarves and Humans are all gathered beneath the Citadel in Tahu’Lareh, their armies standing together, side by side, their eyes focused upwards, waiting for their leaders to appear. Some were old friends, some old enemies; but a new day has risen. The conflicts of the old are over and with that, new alliances will emerge, new friendships will be built. As the sun is about to dusk, the Holy Oren Emperor emerges from the halls of the Citadel, accompanied by the Grand King of Urguan and the Grand Prince of Fenn, holding a parchment. He would then clear his throat as he yells. “Peace upon our times!” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- TREATY ARTICLES: I. The signatory parties shall agree to the following terms to be grouped under a “Common Sense” clause with the purpose of explicitly stating a variety of mutual agreements to be adhered to by both nations. The free and unhindered traffic of goods and services between either nation shall agreed to and enforced by this document. The extradition of wanted criminals to the nation seeking their punishment. The unhindered traffic of citizens between the cities of the signatory parties. II. The Under-Realm of Urguan, the Holy Orenian Empire and the Princedom of Fenn shall enter a state or perpetual peace. IV. The Under-Realm of Urguan, the Holy Orenian Empire and the Princedom of Fenn shall enter a both defensive and offensive military alliance. V. The Under-Realm of Urguan, Holy Orenian Empire and the Princedom of Fenn shall mutually recognize the Under-Realm of Urguan as the proper ruler of Da Arakh Agnarmar, and those territories held underneath as well as those which may be gained by conquest. VI. The Under-Realm of Urguan, Holy Orenian Empire and the Princedom of Fenn shall recognize the right and lawful lordship of the Princedom of Fenn over the region of Snowy Cliffs as well as those which may be gained by conquest. VII. The Under-Realm of Urguan, Holy Orenian Empire and the Princedom of Fenn shall recognize the right and lawful lordship of the Holy Orenian Empire over the region of the heartlands as well as those which may be gained by conquest. VIII. The Under-Realm of Urguan and the Holy Orenian Empire recognise the Princedom of Fenn and their leadership as the one and only true representative of the Snow Elven people. IX. The Princedom of Fenn and the Holy Orenian Empire recognise the The Under-Realm of Urguan and their leadership as the one and only true representative of the Dwarven people. X. The Under-Realm of Urguan and the Princedom of Fenn recognise the Holy Orenian Empire and their leadership as the one and only true representative of the Human people. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Aelthos of the Tundrak Bloodline, third of his name, Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn, Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin, Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh, the chosen of Wyrvun Under-King of the Under-Realm of Urguan, Grand King of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, King of Agnarum, Az’adar, and Ord, Lord of Kal’Varoth, Kal’Azgaryum, Kal’Omith, Kal’Nikaer, Kal’Akash, Kal’Karaad, Kal’Agnar, Kal’Klad, Kal’Arkon, Kal’Ithrun, Kal’Azgoth, Kal’Karik, and Kal’Urguan, Defender of the Dwedmar, Beloved of the Brathmordakin, Elder of Clan Irongrinder, Longbeard of Grand Legion, etcetc. His Imperial Majesty, Alexander II, Holy Orenian Emperor, Prince of Helena
  12. The Alliance of Sun and Snow “Inactivity is death.” -Ancient Dwarven Proverb The signatory parties shall agree to a binding non-aggression standard between the armed forces of either nation. The signatory parties shall agree to the following terms to be grouped under a “Common Sense” clause with the purpose of explicitly stating a variety of mutual agreements to be adhered to by both nations. The free and unhindered traffic of goods and servicesa between either nation shall agreed to and enforced by this document. The extradition of wanted criminals to the nation seeking their punishment. The unhindered traffic of citizens between the cities of the signatory parties. The signatory parties shall enter into a full military alliance, promising the whole of their forces in the instance of conflict or aggression towards either nation. The Princedom of Fenn shall recognize the right and lawful lordship of the Under-Realm of Urguan over Da Arakh Agnarmar*, the tunnels beneath them, and the Autumn Tree as well as those which may be gained by conquest. “Da Arakh Agnarmar” or The White Mountains: The mountain range to the west of the outer ring road of the Cloud Temple as it stretches from the sea in the south to the borderlands in the far north. The Under-Realm of Urguan shall recognize the right and lawful lordship of the Princedom of Fenn over the region of Snowy Cliffs as well as though which may be gained by conquest. This treaty shall last for a total of 12 Stone Weeks, at the conclusion of which the leaders of both signatory parties shall meet to renegotiate this agreement. Charged as we are by Yemekar, Under-King of the Under-Realm of Urguan, Grand King of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, King of Agnarum, Az’adar, and Ord, Lord of Kal’Varoth, Kal’Azgaryum, Kal’Omith, Kal’Nikaer, Kal’Akash, Kal’Karaad, Kal’Agnar, Kal’Klad, Kal’Arkon, Kal’Ithrun, Kal’Azgoth, Kal’Karik, and Kal’Urguan, Defender of the Dwedmar, Beloved of the Brathmordakin, Elder of Clan Irongrinder, Longbeard of Grand Legion, etcetc. ___________________________________ HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Aelthos of the Tundrak Bloodline, third of his name, Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn, Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin, Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh, the chosen of Wyrvun “The Merciful”, Lord Chancellor and Rikkin in the Council of the Elective Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and the Under-Realm of Urguan, Arch-Runelord of the Temple of Az’adar, Lord of Kal’Az’adar, The Citadel, Jarnstrand, Kjellingrad, Khaz’Varekan, and the Westmarch, Master of the Kal’Varak, Hero of the Brathmordakin, Father of Clan Irongrinder, Arbiter of The Age of Industry, Slayer of Setherian and The Dharok Dimlin Irongut, Clan Father of Clan Irongut, Rikkin in the Council of the Elective Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and the Under-Realm of Urguan, Holder of the Hammer of Urguan Son of Kazrin Starbreaker, Clan-Lord of Elder Clan Starbreaker, ruling head of the Line of Gotrek, Commanding Officer within the Dwarven Legion, and Battle-Brother within the Legion of Mercy, Rikkin at the Council of the Elective Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and the Underrealms of Urguan, Founder of the Libertarian Guild, Owner of Starbreaker Family Armory Father of Clan Ireheart, Grand Marshal of the Legion of Urguan, and Rikkin in the Council of the Elective Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and the Under-Realm of Urguan Son of Norkai ‘of the High Tower’ Clan Father of the Grandaxe Clan, Commander of the Legion of Urguan, Rikkin in the Council of the Elective Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and the Under-Realm of Urguan, Lord of Thumrilgrad, Forge Father of Drogan’Var
  13. It wont hurt to try them out. Hopefully, some dynamic RP will be created out of them. The community has been complaining that the Moderation Team is uncapable of doing wars/raids. Well, these new changes will get the Moderation Team to take a step away and let us do our own things. Also, it does make sense as the communities/playerbases who are about to fight should be ones who decide on what actually happens. +1 Last part, finally no more “We will destroy what you worked for years” attitude.
  14. He unbanned a perma’ed player + messed up an entire LotC Discord. He used his pex to turn stone to cobblestone (Which was done by many before him).
  15. EVENT REQUEST FORMAT Players/Group Requesting: Fenn (Nation) What kind of Event are you looking for?: Whatever is possible. Just a simple request, no polar bear killing please! Approximately, what time/date you want the Event to take place?: I would prefer in a weekend so people can join, if not, whenever possible I guess. Organizer's Discord: I will provide a Discord invite to the person who wants to take up the task!
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