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Vulnir Syllar, the founder of Vira’ker sighed that he was not invited...

The Summons for a Johnstown Duma From within the deep halls of The Kennels, the large Korsakov Grandmaster would sit, speaking slowly to the nimble Jean who began to skillfully whip around his quill on the aged parchment. “ May Godanistan bless those that may be humble enough to read this simple missive, I write this missive from the hinterlands of man from the refuge of Godani’s servants, Johnstown, in the hopes that it may reach those of strong mind and pious virtue. Johnstown has now expanded far greater than us early pioneers would have thought when we arrived in these cold and forbidding forests. We have, thus, in continuance with our adherence to the values and traditions of our ancestors, found it in proper custom to call for a Duma to help assume leadership over the town and revive proper festivities and customs as are appropriate. Those residents of the town, pious and strong, are invited to attend the first Duma and voice their concerns and support for members to compose the Duma. Furthermore, realizing Johnstowns youth and lack wise men experienced in the ways of the Duma, those believing themselves good candidates and wishing to help return the ways of olde are welcome to make an appearance in Johnstown and involve themselves in the way of the Duma granted they hold, or will in the future, some place of residence in Johnstown. Those families participating in the Duma will be granted larger homes than the usual of Johnstown, along with forty acres for farming, and a mule to assist in farm tilling, under what myself and Abram Stalistena have established as the ‘forty acres and a mule’ policy. Those candidates interested, regardless if they reside within Johnstown or outside, are to send bird to Johnstown with their names, experience, and descent such that they may be contacted when the specific time for the Duma is established, estimated to be roughly one Saints Week from this day. Signed, Grandmaster of the Hounds of Bl. John, Lazlo Korsakov Grandmaster of the Hounds of Bl. John, Reynault Steward of Johnstown, Abram Stalistena ”

Lazlo eagerly awaits Jean’s document! Knowing the fat prince to not be as good a writer as Jean! ((Sorry not sorry eddy... big +1 good post))

The Hounds march to meet the farmer in their village of Johnstown!

D I V I N E V I S I T A T I O N + I n t h e v i l l a g e o f J o h n s t o w n [Penned by the Scholar Jean of the Order of Bl. John, @Jentos] HERE YEE HEAR YEE On the 16th of Malin’s Welcome, 1768 a white mare hath appeared. The horse, white as fresh cream was found silent and brooding within the walls of the Kennels, the fort of Johnstown. None had seen the beast appear, and with it’s blessed aura intrigued all along with it’s unseemly coming. One by one, the Hounds of Blessed John tried saddling the soft-mannered beast, but the thing would accept no bridle and no leash ! So one by one, the Hounds of Blessed John mounted the animal, it’s coat like the basking, reverend moon. The beast was of unnatural gait - it’s steps swift and yet soft, making near none a sound as it carried each man with great elegance. Why, most strangely it seemed almost to glide as it guided each man that mounted it across the hills and rocks of the Northlands. “Come hither! Come hither!” had cried the scholar, waving his arms frantically, bidding forth the alder-chief of the place, the fine Lazlo who with merry stride joined the congregation of stunned men. The order-master took a single look at the animal, let out a sweet chuckle and vaulted unto the back of the animal. And then he flew. The men looked on strickenly, visages twisted by awe and disbelief, silence had crowned the very land. The mare shone in the setting sun, mane set aflame by the screaming rays of the sun, dancing amidst the sky as Lazlo rode it forth - guided, sent sprawling towards the Heavens, southwards to the waters of the shore. It’s feet kicked hard as it guided it’s wind-walking stride finally burrowed it into the waves, leaving Lazlo spitting and swimming back, eyes widened as two great moons. There was much laughter that night, and much merry. But there was also the sound of weeping, and tears snaking, pearly and glinting as the moon took to the Heavens. As some men celebrated, shouting the name of G O D loud and clear with raised arms, others knelt beneath the great cross of the town, knees shaking, fingers curled. They swayed and they swayed much like those great chestnut trees that sat above. They murmured and they pleaded - they thanked. The heavens had cast their bid, the heavens had given a sign to the Hounds of Blessed John. I write this now, with shaking hands. Why, who ever amongst us could doubt the will of Him? The good Lazlo has instructed us; still soaking wet from his Heavenly escapade he commanded us to begin constructing a church in the vicinity of where he took flight, uprooting the very earth. So be weary, you sinners, slithering scamp and scoundrel, shabbaroon and skinflint, stingbum seek-sorrow! Heathens and curs! For G O D has sent us his sign. Hence forth, the Hounds of Blessed John now give blessings to the White Mare of John, symbol of our steadfastness and purity to G O D.

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A Shaking of Faith: The Conversion of a Norlander “Without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him" -Heartland prayer to the Creator It was an average day as the Hounds of the Blessed John of Carnatia and their trusty steeds trotted down the roads, stopping to ensure all travelers had proper provisions for the roads. It was not long before they found a horseman holding his blade to an unarmed and pregnant woman. “All your items, on the ground now or I’ll take both yer lives” the bandit shouted. The Hounds drew their blades as they surrounded the bandit, one of the Hounds escorting the woman away. “Ave Norland” the bandit shouted as he went to swing his drawn blade at the innocent woman before she could escape! The sounds of steel and cries of horses could be heard, before the bandit was knocked unconscious and tied to the nearby horse of Jebediah. As they rode back to Johnstown they said a prayer for their captive before they finally reached their hinterlands refuge. Once back, Jebediah took him to the Kennels, to test just how strong the heretical blood faith of the Norlanders truly is against a true shaking of its principles. It would not take long before the former bandit renounced the Norlandic heresy, their “fake kings”, and swore himself to the Church of the Canon on all he held dear. And within just a few minutes, the faith of the Norlander was shaken. Drawings of the event would be forever stored in the vaults of the Kennels. THEY ARE BANDITS AND HERETICS. MAY GOD SAVE THEM. ((Thanks to @The60th for being a good sport through it all!))

Tournament Form: Name: Lazlo Korsakov OOC USERNAME: 6xdestroyer Allegience: Hounds Skill (low, medium, high): Medium

Upon reading this second missive Lazlo sighed and brought back the same scribe! He addressed him shortly before telling him to send an attachment to all the fliers they can find. “If you want to actually be paid and trained, rather than be Courlandic cannon-fodder, come join the Holy Order of the Hounds of John!”

Upon reading this missive Lazlo has a scribe pen and send an attachment to all the fliers they can find. “If you want to actually be paid and trained, come join the Holy Order of the Hounds of John!”

Johnstown A Humble Refuge in the Northlands “For this new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, We thank Thee, Amen.” -Prayer to Saint Theodosius Johnstown was founded in the one thousandth one thousand seven hundred fifty-ninth year of the Creator in the season of the Snow’s Maiden. Johnstown began as little more than a cluster of under half a dozen hovels, built by the Hounds of Bl. John in order to help settle the non-soldier members of their camp. The main bastion of Johnstown is the Kennels which houses the Holy Order of the Hounds of Bl. John of Carnatia, or referred to by many as simply: “The Hounds.” Johnstown has often also been referred to by many as the de-facto capital of the Northlands region, as the Hounds are tasked with helping to enforce the rule of law on hinterlands that compose the Emperor’s personal territory. Located on the untamed hinterlands known as the Northlands, Johnstown offers a refuge for those needing protection or those that are wishing to live with compatriots that hold GOD above all. Located at the intersection of the Gypsywoods and the Huntmasters Forest, two immensely thick and dense forest ranges, early settlers of Johnstown engaged each other in lively competitions as to who was the best lumberjack. Notably, one of these lumberjack settlers, Solebron Dakach, would later be granted the title “Chieftan Crusher” by the Holy Orenian Emperor for Solebron’s ability to cut through foes with his great strength developed from the cutting of these trees. The thick woodlands inspired some Hound ordermen to adopt fitting nicknames, such as the Armiger who adopted the name “Forrester.” While its distant location means Johnstown is intimately tied to the Order of the Hounds of John, many of its residents and Hound Ordermen tend the expansive farms that take use of the fertile Northlands soil. Johnstown is primary an agrarian based society, offering new citizens plots of land to begin their own farms and make their own fortunes. Furthermore, Johnstown’s agrarian society has attracted many highlanders of Raevir descent: the Raevir being well known for their hearty nature against the cold and natural skill at farming. Raevir are found in large numbers in the town, notably with the steward being Abram Stalistena, the man in charge of ensuring the overall function and order to the town. Housing Johnstown homes, much like its residents, are humble and not especially opulent. Johnstown hovels are styled in a traditional Raevir style, with thick thatched roofing that keeps out rain and snow, and thick log siding which keeps the homes insulated. Johnstown homes are built small to maximize the warmth from their fireplaces, as the Northlands can get especially cold from storms blown off the nearby Eastern Sea. Furthermore Johnstown offers free housing for those seeking refuge under GOD. Any seeking refuge, be it those wanting to reunite with Raev kin or those seeking a haven safe from banditry or heathenry are welcome to share Johnstown’s hearth. OOC -- Those wanting a house in Johnstown can contact myself, @Stalistena, or any Hound ordermember for assistance. PICS NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH JONESTOWN.

MC Name: 6x RP Name: Lazlo Korsakov Market Stand: No Fish Slapper?: Yes Master of the Catch?: Yes

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‡ THE FIRST TOURNAMENT OF JOHNSTOWN AND APPROPRIATE FESTIVITIES ‡ To whom it may concern, IN CELEBRATION OF THE ERECTION OF JOHNSTOWN, all are welcomed to the halls of the newly completed JOHNSTOWN in the following saint’s days to rejoice. The Holy Order of the Blessed John of Carnatia do invite those, weather permitting, to partake in a grand tourney to start, with the victors and their rewards to be shown off in the feast. The ordermen and Chefs of Jebediah and Forrest, both experts in their crafts, will provide a large array of various foods while those feasting are encouraged to discuss God’s church, debate Imperial matters, and forge new connections. However, before the feast, we must nevertheless remember those who have lost their lives in the defense of their homeland and roads - it is requested prior to the beginning of the feast, that participants take a minute of their time to attend mass in the chapel of the humble Johnstown. Following the service and with GOD’s permission, the First Grand Tourney of Johnstown will take place. Should the weather not permit, or people grow bored, there will be a competition of strength in the form of arm wrestling competition. The reward to the tourney’s victor will be one-thousand minas, and a blessed relic of the order. The victor will also gain the title ‘Champion of Johnstown’ and the respect of the pious men. Please fill out the form and send bird of your name if you wish to partake in the Tournament, entries will close one SAINTS HOUR before the tourney begins. Our humble order does request those attending bring candles or food to leave upon the wayshrines on the way to the town. ~ ALL IN GOOD STANDING OF MEN OF OREN are invited. FURTHERMORE, The DWARVEN nation, ELVEN nations, and ORCISH folk are invited as well so long as they are in good standing with GOD and do not aim to disrupt the festivities. ~ GOD BLESS YOU. Signed, GRANDMASTER, Seat of SERGEI, Lazlo Korsakov. GRANDMASTER, Seat of CLEMENT, Renault. [] OOC [] TIME: FRIDAY, APRIL 24, 3PM EST LOCATION: JOHNSTOWN – NORTH EAST From the grand Haense Capital of Reza Travel by foot is possible, though travel boat is encouraged. Tournament Form: Name: OOC USERNAME: Allegience: Skill (low, medium, high):

ACCEPTED. REPORT TO THE KENNEL TO BEGIN INITIATION.

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The Holy Order of the Hounds of John of Carnatia “He himself will go before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forget you. Don’t be afraid and don’t worry.” – Father Gotthold, High Pontiff St. Sixtus IV of Felsen He laid soft steps upon the muddy ground, his feet were weary from days of travel as the cacophony of crickets ushered in the evening moon. The traveler sighed, too long had he been on the roads, with the scars and still fresh wounds to prove that they were no place for one to travel alone. It was a life of solace, the traveler thought to himself as he continued down the moonlit road, but it was not so bad. There were friends, however fleeting, periodic moments of hope inspired by charismatic priests, or perhaps that was just his nostalgia. Then he heard it, it was an all too familiar noise, the clink of chain and squish of heavy leather boots. The trio of darkly clad men stepped out from behind the trees as they called for him to stop. The traveler knew the drill, his possessions for his life. He gripped the gold painted cross beneath his tabard tightly. He was tired of it though, and he was out of valuables. He did not wish to lose a digit, or a limb for that matter. He had spent too much time working, too much time just to stock his now empty pockets with meager rations for his journey to the mountains. He took his chance, a more than likely foolish one, as he turned into the dark and thick woods. The snap of twigs betrayed his escape, as the trio chased him, a bolt whizzed by his ear, slicing it as he yelped. He slid down the ravine, hiding beneath a large chestnut tree as he whispered a prayer from his childhood to GOD, though more likely to himself: You are always there, For your love reaches everywhere. Above the clouds, beneath the sea, I know your hand will cover me. Through the darkened starry night, Again at dawn when all is bright. Upon the heavens, or over bridges, Deepest valleys, rocky ridges. You beside me, o so close, Knowing when I need you most. Through different lands of war or peace, Where suffering stirs or riches twist, I choose to walk the path you tread, And carry your wisdom where I'm led. I’ll bring your peace with every step, And bless each place I rest my head. You keep me safe, watch over me, I choose to put my trust in thee. The traveler’s breath began to steady after the third repetition, the harsh sound of his impending death fading deeper into the forest in pursuit. He waited before deciding to trust God once more and take an uncharted path in the forest. He rose from the nook in the tree and began to meander forwards, guided only by the stars and moon. His hope faltered as he continued in the dark. He began imagining his savage death to those that camp within the forest’s lawless territory, wolves or boars, or even worse, man. His mind failed him, or did it? The soft glow of the candle light could not be real, or if it was, what men did light it. The traveler approached it cautiously, staying within the tree cover. He smelled food, again he thought his mind failed him. He sighed, wondering why God would play such evil tricks upon his humble servant, a trial to prove his strength, he concluded. Finally the candle came into view. The candle rested upon a small altar, upon which also rested a loaf of bread and pitcher. He blinked. Then he blinked again. For the first time since he set off from the Southern coast he smiled. God was with him. He walked up to the shrine, the light revealing not only refuge, but a path along the forest. He quickly wolfed down the bread and chugged the water from the pitcher. The traveler lowered himself to the ground and leaned on the shrine, for he knew by the looks it was well cared for. As he gripped his cross once more, the priest knew God had not forsaken him. He knew that His message was important. He knew that God’s servants were not only in the books but upon this very earthly realm. And with these thoughts the priest shut his eyes and slept, dreaming of meeting those very servants the next morning. John of Carnatia Jan Varonic Kovachev (Canonized John Kovachev) was born to the then King Varon of Akovia and Anne Ruthern as the Akovian king's eldest and only son. His father, known for his cruel hobbies, was well hated among the noble body, which stemmed into dislike for Jan himself at an early age. Jan quickly developed a tough skin, but was careful not to speak back to his father. At the age of 16, Jan set off to take up arms as a soldier in the Duchy of Savoy. During his tenure as a levyman, he would eventually be raised to the title of Captain in the Savoyard army; a rank he kept till the end of the War of the Ducal Coalition. When the Dukes' War reached its introduction at Hugh's ultimatum to King Olivier I of Oren, Jan Kovachev took sides of the royalist faction. A favorite of Guy for his hardened but honest conduct, Marquis of Drusco, Jan held commands upon the Vieren to intercept Northern reinforcements to the Adrian front and defended Northern Savoy from Adrian incursion. He would join Guy and Prince Leufroy in the Siege of Barrowyk, which he commanded the reserves under the watch of Marshal Augustus de Sola. When Brelus fell in 1521, Jan was given a small contingent to continue to advance upon the still rebellious northern lords. Majority of the royal army at that time disbanded. Jan's most accredited feat during his time under the Ashford Regime was the Capitulation of Valwyk, which he, commanding a small force of five hundred soldiers, captured the last hold then manned by mercenaries and bandits in rebellion to the Crown. In reward for his service, Jan was given the title Baron of Valwyk, and later Count of Kvasz. Jan quickly set about making his territories a haven for refugees of the war, eager to not make the same mistakes of his father. He welcomed all who needed his support and housed them in Valwyk free of charge, asking only that they attend services and help tend to the land. Jan Kovachev would be one of the first supporters of John Frederick after the assassination of Guy de Bar and the Horen Restoration, as well as one of his key generals in the Eighteen Years' War. John Frederick and Jan quickly grew close, the two both being relentless in their passions. When Otto Sarkozic was raised to title Duke of Carnatia, Jan would become his vassal. Jan together with Otto Sarkozic and his knight, Ser Osgod of Valwyk, established the The Order Of The Black Sepulchres. Following his ascension to the Ducal title, Otto gifted three hunting hounds to Jan. Jan took an immediate liking to the hounds, naming them Sergei, Clement, and Kovac. On the eleventh of the Grand Harvest in the one-thousand four hundred seventh Year Since the Creation of Horen the Father, His Holiness, Everard II, blessed each of the three Knights of the Sepulchre with ancient relics. Duke Otto was given the Ashen Urn of Leon of Amaury, Osgod the Ashen Urn of Marius Baruch, and Jan the Ashen Urn of Damon the Squire. Jan served the order loyally, helping to spread the word of God and protect the pious. It is reported that it was during his service in Sepulchres that Jan gained a deep devotion to the Holy Canon. It would only be a few years into his service to the holy group that Jan would be sent as Duke Otto II's representative for the ducal army in the Eighteen Years' War. Once at the front lines, Jan quickly noted the lack of cavalry in the field, and sent instructions home to Carnatia to set about the training of skilled horsemen; these horsemen would later prove devastating to his Courlandic neighbor in the Riga war. During the Eighteen Year’s War Jan remained close to the Emperor John, saving his life a reported eight times from enemy assassins. Jan’s military prowess quickly impressed the southern Imperials and he was rapidly promoted, being High Admiral and then Lord Marshal eventually commanding the Imperial forces in numerous battles with his soft voice. During his time on the field, he grew a certain attachment for the man-at-arms Lerald Vyronov. When, during the war, Duke Stephen of Carnatia (Jan's grandson through his daughter Milena) died at the young age of 17 in 1546, the succession of the duchy was in crisis. Stephen had three other brothers: Waldemar, Francis, and Lothar, yet neither three were able to inherit (Waldemar was serving in Aeldin and unable to be contacted in a timely fashion, Francis had refused outright, and Lothar was in training for priesthood), and with those three unable to inherit, the Duchy of Carnatia faced a succession crisis. The majority of the nobles and men eventually rallied behind Stephen's grandsire: Jan Kovachev, the Count of Kvasz. At the field of Marnadal, Jan Kovachev would be investitured as Duke of Carnatia by John I, and he would later return to the duchy in 1549 after nearly fifteen years of absence while serving on the field. On his return from Marnadel, Jan invested his war spoils to construct numerous wayshrines on his path home. Jan paid handsome sums of dwarven gold to nearby residents to ensure the shrines always had food and water for the weary. On the shrines he ordered the images of his favorite Saints and put directions to the nearest churches as well as the route north, to his territories. In a trip to Felsen following the end of the war, Jan befriended the young Barbovic Petyr who was leading a guard force there. The two grew a rather inseparable bond, both being pious, headstrong and brotherly. Jan invited Petyr to Carnatia, and together the two formed the Gold Corps, founded on humility, bravery and brotherhood. Jan would continue to fight against heathenry, injustice after the Duchy of Courland illegally stole Krakens Watch from the House Vanir. Allies of the heathen Rurikid of Norland, who burned and hung people from a great pagan tree, Courland proved itself no better, executing men, women and children alike. Jan scored numerous victories against the scourge, most notably in leading the charge of the Carnatian cavalry in the Battle of Curon Forest, where a small force of only 800 cavalry bested the Courlandic cavalry numbering around 2,000. Jan did not let the fog of war cloud his piety, and was careful to always attend the services of the charismatic Father Benegar Gotthold. When Father Gotthold came to the Duke Jan with the request of golden paint so that he could paint the humble chapel’s cross, Jan gave him enough dwarven gold to forge not only a cross purely of the valuable substance, but a large church bell as well. Father Gotthol’s gold cross and big bell were renowned across the Northern Territories and attracted numerous pilgrims to his already packed services. When, later in the year, High Pontiff Theodosius’s guards were slaughtered and he was stolen by bandits, Jan helped immediately launch an audacious rescue, saving the Pontiff and killing his captors. Following the Coalition’s victory against Courland and their pagan allies, Jan began focussing his attention on his son, Sergei (named for his beloved hunting companion), and the future of his territories. Sergei, famed for his jousting prowess and charisma, did not wish to inherit the large Duchy, and favored giving the titles to Petyr Barbanov. After contracting a serious illness, Jan now in his 70s and viewing the younger Petyr as his other son, granted the Duchy of Carnatia to Petyr Barbanov. While he recovered from the illness, he upheld Petyrs claim, and retreated to family life. Jan continued to be interested with dogs, treating the descendents of Otto’s gift as family. On his deathbed a few years later, he requested a bishop to be present. Instead, The High Pontiff Theodosius, the same man he’d helped save, attended his call. Jan would then die in a tower of St. Karlsburg, surrounded by his family, friends, dogs, and holy delegation, hoping he’d left the realm a better place than he’d come into it. PARA VILIS It is we who stand as guardians of God and his messengers. It is we who shall protect the Creator's faithful from evil, whenever possible. It is we who hunt all worshippers of evil and practitioners of darkness. It is we who keep watch in the lands of GOD, and uphold peace and order. It is we who shall be the Vanguard of any Holy Crusades. It is we who shall train the citizen militia in times of need. It is we who share, with tolerance and understanding, the word of the Lord. It is we who maintain a powerful and unwavering faith in the Creator and His word. It is we who shall seek to embody Horen's Virtue and Owyn's Spirit. It is we who strive to deliver upon the faithful the embodiments of Godfrey's Gospel and Siegmund's Auspices. It is we who shall embrace our fellow Guardsmen as Brothers, and treat them as such. It is we who shall be as John to protect and guide the weary traveler. If I should falter in my course, send me never to the skies above. If I should succeed, bestow unto me His blessings, forevermore. For, now I march into a valley through which there is no path. And the stones cascade behind me, to seal my retreat. Though in this valley, I find my Brothers; Now I am named Guardian of His Flock. Should I falter, my shield shall turn to ash; But I shall not falter. Ranks THE GRANDMASTERS - The voices of the Hounds of John, they act as a triumvirate (currently a duumvirate) to make important leadership decisions and represent the Order on the political level. SERGEI’S SEAT- Sergei was the beloved hunting dog of Jan that, after saving his life against a boar, he later named his firstborn son after. Sergei’s seat is charged with the overall protection and management of the order. CLEMENT’S SEAT- Clement was Jan’s war-hound, guarding his tent in the field and occasionally accompanying him into battle. Clement’s seat is charged with the maintenance and training of order members, they are expected to be fearless. KOVAC’S SEAT- Kovac was the most curious and clever of Jan’s pups, venturing out in the vast Carnatian mountains only to return with a lost traveler. Kovac’s seat is charged with ensuring the order upholds scripture and charity. THE SENESCHAL - The commander of logistics and second to the Grandmasters, it is he who manages the stores and maintains the Order through its day-to-day trials. THE STANDARD-BEARER - Holder of the banner of the Hounds of John, it is he who commands and stewards the order men into battle. THE SCHOLAR - The scholar is tasked with keeping records for the order, to ensure nothing is forgotten, and to act as pious guides when no man of the cloth is present. THE MASTER OF THE CAMP - Leader of the war camp, commander of the enlisted. It is he who manages the new and old armsmen who serve as the bulk of the Order of the Hounds of John. THE ARMIGERS - The officers of foot, it is the Armiger who leads in and out of battle, the final stop of all enlisted. THE ARMIGER OF THE BANNER - The Armiger of the Holy Banner is the honorary armiger who is given the Infantry Banner, a high honor within the Order of the Hounds of John. THE SERJEANTS - The veterans of foot, or the hounds, it is the Serjeants who are the prime of the Order, the ones who have proven themselves a crucial part within the Order of the Hounds of John. THE ARMSMEN - The armsmen, or mutts, those who have been newly inducted and oathed under the Para Virilis. THE INITIATES - The recruits, or strays, are new members who have yet to prove themselves in battle or in faith. THE ENLISTMENT To serve in the Hounds of John, one must be of at least twelve years, a male, and a faithful member of the Church of the Canon. Those between twelve and sixteen will serve as an apprentice to an order member, behind the line of battle. TO BE CONSIDERED Any faithful man above the age of twelve may actively apply to the Consideration Pool. If their application is accepted, they shall be given room and board and tested to be an initiate. During their time in the Consideration Pool, they are considered men of the Hounds of John, yet not full members. They shall be expected to attend to whatever duties are assigned to them by any order member as well as attending regular drills, competitions, and sermons. [[RP]] Given Name: Years of Age: Province of Origin: Prior Occupation: Battlefield Experience: Reason for Interest: [[OOC]] Username: Discord: ((Credit to @yopplwasupxxx for the inspiration for para vilis, ranks, and recruitment form))

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Orgoth sits happily awaiting the Rex’s reply. “Mi will klomp lat after the Rex happily.”

THE BLOOD OF KRUG IS THINNED Traditions of Old rent to ash. Fie to you, false rex of Krugmar. We URUKS hold little in this world. We hold our blargs, our fort for which we shelter the storms of stout and man; we hold our pride in our hearts and our axes in hand. Yet you, you heathen twiggie, you false Rex, you coward and fool, have wrested that from our hands. You, who jeopardized our blood, who cowered to the Pinkies in response, have made every folley you could have. You have made a fool of yourself, you have made a fool of us. There is no use for such. You are worse than an Elven Rex, for we have prospered under such. You simply are a coward, and that runs deeper than the color of your skin, or the frame which you wear. You are not only not an Orc, you are not a Rex of Orcs. You are a Rex unchallenged; and such is what you have wrought. You have, from hard times, made soft Uruks. We cannot excuse such, and we cannot permit this to continue. You are afraid, and you are weak. You have lost Krug’s favor; perhaps you never had it in the first place. We were happy, and blood dripped from our very fists. Now we feast on dried flatbread and grilled potatoes. Where are the halflings, smoking on pits with salt and spices pillaged from Al’Faiz? Where are the shamans bent over their scrolls? They have vanished, as has our plunder and pride. Where are the warriors, covered in wretched wounds, bleeding and screaming and roaring as they charge on beasts thundering and foul. They have dwindled and deserted, as our hearts and minds have from your reign. Where are the scaddernack pits, as in the times of Rex Drokon? Now it is rats that seep into our walls. Where is the promise, of reaching our great Krug’s Halls? You might have brought more bruddaz into the fold, but at what cause? To paint our very flesh white? To take the Uruk from the Uruk? What spirits do you curry favor with? The dwarves march on us and you force us at each other’s throats. For they are not the spirits we know, they are alien, they are false. Much like yourself, they must be rid, and they must be forgotten. We will die with blood on our lips and zult in our hands. We will not live behind our walls, craven and crippled, as you do. We will live, fight and die, our hearts burning with the pride which you have taken from the hearts of Uruks. We are the Children of Krug. We are not false, we are not cowards, and we are not weak. The Spirits do not care for your tears. They do care, however, for your blood. I, Orgoth’Zok, the young Rex of time past, am no longer the kub I once was. I Orgoth’Zok Wargoth of Clan Zok, Braduk and Izig, Slayer of Iblees’ spawn, challenge you, Noka’lur, for your position. So tell me, are you a Rex of fear, or war? His true sons will discover such. I shall see you on the field.

The Zok Dispatch of 1763 "Ghash Nagraufom" - "The fire rises" Clan Kills & Captures: Numbering around twenty. New members: Numbering around six. New Blood Numerous new prospective clan members have come forth and undergone their first trials, here are their accomplishments. -Urag'Zok Urag'Zok became an initiate in the clan after besting Zkatchnaak'Zok in his first trial. He now moves on to the crafting of the Grish-Dulum and has already set out to seek the materials to forge his blade. He helped the other brothers defeat the great Simorgh beast in the Hunt of 1763. -Gatz'Zok Initiate Gatz’Zok fought Orgoth’Zok and lost but was deemed fit for entry. Has now collected the materials to accomplish his needed weapon and seeks a smith. Gatz also accomplished a feat when flinging a goblin at an offending orc. -Agorka'Zok Agorka’Zok defeated numerous enemies in combat while also bringing back large numbers of slaves to Kala’Zok. On top of this he formed the Orc Legion which seeks to be a unified and organized military for the Orcish nation. -Hobo'Zok Initiate Hobo’Zok fought Orgoth’Zok and lost closely but was deemed fit for entry. Has now collected the materials to accomplish his needed weapon and has begun forging his Grish-Dulum. Despite nearly dying when being flung at an orc, he has recovered fully and assisted in the Hunt of 1763. -Tyr’Zok Initiate Tyr’Zok was initiated after completing his first combat trial. He is now seeking a smith and the various materials he will need to forge the weapon needed for his second weapon. He assisted Agorka in killing many opponents this Krug’s week. -Skaatchnak’Zok Clan Elder Skaatchnak’Zok helped guide numerous new clan members in their first and second trials. He also has been voraciously studying clan lore as to ensure the spirits watch over the clan. Establishment of Kala’Zok Together and through sheer determination and will, and the Rex’s assistance, the Zok clan have established a looming fort beside the Goi. Blessed already by numerous sacrifices, they have deemed it Kala’Zok, or “Castle Zok” in old blah. It serves to be a bastion to all old Braduk and Izig remnants as well as to all those seeking to prove their strength in blood or honorable conduct. A Call to All Braduk and Izig Brother Braduks & Izigs, we call on you to come forth to Kala’Zok and rejoin your kinsmen. Together we will demonstrate our strength and keen minds to all those that oppose us. I urge you to come to your kin, we will judge you naught on your past nationality or actions should you wish to reunite. The Krugmar Tournament All, regardless of race or affiliation granted they do not attack local orcs before or after the event, are welcome to come and show their skill in the Krugmar Tournament to be held tomorrow, 5th of Sun's Smile, 1763. Recruitment Information: Considering joining the clan? You can join in one of three ways: Approach the clan on your current character and ask to join. You will be tested, and if found worthy will be inducted into the ranks. Create a new character that is a returning Zok. You can either have your character be a Zok who was previously in the clan, or the (possibly adult) child of one or two of them born outside the clan. After testing for traits of cowardice and divergent behaviour, your character will be re-inducted. Be born into the clan. Start from childhood and work your way up. To join, approach us in game or post here. Alternatively, message me here on the forums. Clan Lore Threads Overview of the clan: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/190546-the-zok-clan/ Overview of the Old Braduk Clan: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/166136-recruiting-clan-braduk/?tab=comments#comment-1570525 Overview of the Old Izig Clan: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/174617-izig-clan/?tab=comments#comment-1644701 Overview of the Braduk history: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/112251-the-rhinos-history/ Old Izig Rituals: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/174657-izig-rituals/?tab=comments#comment-1645009 History of the wars of the Braduk clan: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/topic/119187-war-stories-the-braduks/ Overview of pureblooded Braduks: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/146917-ooc-bloodline-braduks/ Previous Braduk thread including information on specific bloodlines: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/128780-the-braduk-clan/

Orgoth challenges King Mikael’Ireheart to an armwrestle. @Mickaelhz

Ledz ged diz bread.

”More unified? Perhaps. Larger? Historically Incorrect. Stronger? Historically Incorrect. Give nobles levies in a manner overseen by a cohesive military reform in which all levies function as one body but are not outlawed.” Commented Jan of the moderates, after reading the young Lord’s thoughts.