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A likeness delineating a feast being shared amongst a congregation of Orenian nobles, c. 1879 Vassals and nobility of Oren alike are exceptionally fundamental to the Kingdom of Oren. Their loyalty to the Crown is everlasting, which a trait like such should be appreciated- withal, the affinity between both the Royal Family and their vassals is an invaluable bond that cannot be substituted. To reciprocate such loyal gestures as seen from all aristocracy and knights within the Kingdom, the Royal Family has deemed it befitting to cordially invite all vassals, nobility and knighthood to feast among traditional Orenian dishes with relish in the Stassion Castle in means of internally growing ties further. Guests should be expected to accompany the feast in their finest apparel in company of the Royal Family. The banquet will begin with an addressing accomplished by His Royal Majesty, King Frederick I, Her Royal Majesty, Queen-Consort Vivienne of Savoy and His Royal Highness, the Prince Frederick. Subsequently, the feast will begin where the Royal Family and attendees will have the opportunity to confabulate amongst one another whilst consuming food served by the castle head chef. Special Invitations Are Extended To: The Ducal Household of Helvets The Most Honourable, The Margrave of Grodno, Maciej Jazloviecki The Right Honourable, The Count of Susa, Aleksander Basrid The Right Honourable, The Countess of Halstaig, Sadie O'Rourke The Right Honourable, the Count of Azor, Edmund d’Azor His Imperial Highness, The Count of Temesch, Adrian Novellen-Temesch The Right Honourable, The Viscount of Rivia, Philip Galbraith The Honourable, The Baroness of Artois, Evangéline Halcourt The Honourable, The Baroness of Rosius, Hera de Rosius The Honourable, The Baron of St. Lothar, Arthur Komnenos The Honourable, The Baron of Pompourelia, Franz Arthur de Sarkozy The Honourable, The Baron of Ames, Vincent Keen The Honourable, The Baron of Cherskavy, Andrezj Ivanovich The Honourable, The Baron of Acre, Hannes de Vilain The Honourable, The Baron of Corwinsburg, Heinrich von Alstreim The Honourable, The Baron of Aldersberg, Edward Novellen-Aldersberg The Honourable, The Baron of Guise, Conrad de Falstaff The Honourable, The Baron of Castile, Elric Castile The Honorable, The Baronet Of Westfall, Cesar Komnenos The Honorable, The Baronet, Solomon Obedia The Honorable, The Baronet of Rochefort, Guillaume de Rochefort SIGNED, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Frederick I, King of Oren, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Vienne, Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Count of Mardon, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Vivienne of Savoy, Queen consort of Oren, forever August, Queen consort of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duchess consort of Ves, Duchess consort of Vienne, Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Countess consort of Mardon, Baroness consort of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera THE LADY SENESCHAL OF THE STASSION COURT, Lady Mathilde Cypriélle Pruvia [OOC] Date: Sunday, June 26th Time: 4PM EST Location: Royal Palace

Darius of Mardon would hear news of the newly-created Orcish Caravan company roaming around the city of Vienne. He'd leave his table at the tavern to go search for the group, intrigued by the goods they are selling!

MATTER OF CLARIFICATION To Sohaer Dimaethor, We, the sovereignities of the Alliance of Independent States, in our continued good will for you and your people, reach out to you with the hope of seeking clarity in the matter of the Silver State of Haelun’ors declaration of neutrality with the Despotate of Oren, whom we as an alliance have since been in an ongoing conflict with. We wish to continue our mutual good relations and thus declare our intent to send you a diplomatic representative of our alliance who shall speak to you our concerns, and shall in turn listen to the concerns of the Silver Stateon issues which the High Elven people may have in regards to its relation within the AIS, further to speak with you of the recent issues which have caused for confusion amongst your allies in the Independent States. On the matter of High Elven position amongst the Alliance of Independent States On the matter of High Elven belligerents reported amongst enemies of the Independent States On the matter of declared neutrality between with the Orenian Despotate and the Silver State We hope that this message finds you well, and that when we send our diplomatic envoy, Radu of Vilac, into your Kingdom, he and his company shall be positively received so that further diplomacy between our great alliance of Independent States shall continue in good will and clarity. Penned by a Ruberni Scribe, at the unified will of the member states, 9th of Sun’s Smile, 1755

UNITY FROM ASSEMBLY “No doubt, unity is something to be desired, to be striven for, but it cannot be willed by mere declarations.” SUMMARY Graciously hosted by the Kingdom of Suffonia, this meeting saw attendance of nearly forty representatives of many nations and factions. Humans, Elves, Orcs and Kha spoke freely upon matters that concerned the alliance, discussing what is to come in the next few years. The meeting started off with a welcoming speech presented by the sensational Doctor Daniel, top General of the AIS. After introductory statements from each of the signatories, Hetman Radu set the agenda in motion. Each piece of the agenda was conversed and debated through prudently, and procedures were compromised until complete agreement between the members of the alliance. The signatories were able to see through their differences for the greater objective, that is to unite against the evil Orenian empire. Several notable speakers were the Mortal King Aroen, Rex Skalp, General Hadvar, Hetman Radu, Vzohd Phlogiston, Sheikh Ibraheem and Regent Chadmyr. A Suffonian artist’s depiction of the meeting. THE AGENDA Each piece of agenda is discussed or voted upon, guided through by a selected speaker. The AIS signatories shall follow through and complete the tasks listed within a time span of at most two years. 1) The Elven Tripartite With the dissolution of the elven alliance, the AIS signatories discuss the high elves’ position within the ongoing war against the ISA. 2) Chevolek Union Led by Vzohd Phlogiston, the Chevolek Union declares its allegiance to the AIS. The alliance welcomes the extremists with open arms. 3) Sir Adrian “The Failure” The council assesses the failed knight Adrian, deeming him only foolish and hopeless. Unanimity is secured, all signatories agreeing that upon his capture, he shall be sentenced to death by hanging for his crimes against the AIS. 4) The AIS Bounty List In an attempt to better war efforts, the council assembles bounties of individual nations to create a coalesce list for the cuckold orenian empire. Rewards shall be provided by signatories that place the bounty. 5) The Law of Humanity The AIS signatories concur that any woman or child not of noble or leadership or influential status shall be spared, given that they do not actively support the futile efforts of the degenerate orenians and co. The law shall be finalized in time before the next meeting. ON FUTURE MEETINGS Through meetings between the AIS signatories, progression is made and unity shown. Many more assemblies, small or large, shall occur in future times to further solidify this great alliance. The location of the meetings will be rotated among the signatories’ territories, to promote union and insight of the unique cultures of the AIS. Penned by some Ruberni Scribe, 19th of the Deep Cold, 1754

CALL FOR A MEETING RECENT EVENTS & MEETING With the signing of the Orenian-Elven Peace Accord, confusion arose within the rank of nations. Though that did not effect nor falter the unity and strength of the nations and settlements that remained in the AIS. Merely a couple of saint days ago, the AIS forces proved such by winning an unfavorable battle against the Orenians, a battle that turned into a bloodbath soon after it began. With our enemies now hiding within the safety of their walls, the AIS will only continue to pursue victory. A meeting shall be called upon all remaining signatories of the AIS, and any nations or factions that wish to join this almighty alliance. The agenda will focus on the future of the alliance, as well as to unite and welcome both current settlements and new settlements that will join the alliance. A Ruberni artist’s depiction of The Battle of Adria, Orenians and Haensemen being slaughtered by forces of the AIS. INVITATIONS The meeting will be held in two saint days, at the Kingdom of Suffonia. (OOC: The meeting will be held at 3PM EST on Saturday, February 8th) DOCTOR DANIEL DANIELSON, GENERAL OF THE AIS HADVAR AV MITTELAND, AIS CAVALRY GENERAL KING HENRY SUFFOLK, KINGDOM OF SUFFONIA PRINZE MARIUS, PRINCIPALITY OF RUBERN REGENT CHADMYR, KINGDOM OF MORSGRAD MORTAL KING AROEN VELULAI’ONN, KINGDOM OF RENELIA-GLADEWYNN REX SKALP ‘ RAGUK THE UNITER, REXDOM OF KRUGMAR VZOHD PHLOGISTON, CHEVOLEK UNION LORD SOLOMON DE ALENCE, COUNTY OF PESTILLES ARTHUR STERLING, SOVEREIGN OF TALON’S GROTTO BURGRAVE MORANA VILCHYC AV DARROWMERE, BURGH OF LORRAINE GOVERNER UGRAD’LUR, CLANS OF MAU’MADUR BURGRAVE SEPTIMUS AV MITTELAND, BURGH OF MITTELAND SHEIKH IBRAHEEM IBN BASHAR KHARADEEN, SHEIKDOM OF AL FAIZ Each nation listed above, is permitted to bring a single representative not including the leaders formally invited above. They may also bring an escort of however many soldiers they wish to have, though they will not be granted entry into the meeting hall. If a nation leader is unable to attend, they shall inform the Alliance as soon as possible, and provide names (two representatives) of who will speak on the nation’s behalf. This is a compulsory meeting for all nations who wish to continue to show their support to the AIS. A MESSAGE TO OTHER SETTLEMENTS Those who have understood their grave mistake of siding with the Orenians, understand that your fate has not been decided by us just yet. We will allow those who wish to join the Alliance to contact a representative and terms can be discussed for your acceptance into the AIS. Think of the settlement and your citizens that reside within it, think of their safety and well-being before having them die for a Kingdom that cares only about power and wealth, while the leaders perform acts under the shadows, and the degenerate Peter III lays bountiful from your hard work and accomplishments. Penned by Hetman Radu of House Vilac 9th of the First Seed, 1754

Radu would look to his sword, only to see it was covered in blood from hilt to tip “The Orenians came. The Orenians fought. The Orenians died.”

THE 1ST HUSZAR COMPANY OF RUBERN PREFACE “The Huszars will ride and crush for Rubern.” -Marius Stiboricz, on formation of the Huszar Company. It has been said that the Princedom of Rubern has changed from its past mercenary ways of employing the Reiters that formed the core of the Black Army. It now focused on it’s true culture of the mounted unit, the Huszars. These rigorously trained warriors are reminders of the princedom’s accomplishments of several years to result in the mighty force to be recreated. Appointed by Prince Marius, Hetman Radu would take on the task to create the mighty Huszar Company. RANK AND STRUCTURE “If the commanders die, then they all die.” -Konyves Ivanovich, márki ov Styria COMMAND Hetman - Lord Radu Vilac The role of Hetman is to organize and command the Huszar Company while also communicating with the government on accomplishments the tasks that the military may be assigned. The Hetman is responsible for all military personnel, and any crime a member of the company commits, the Hetman will be the one to inflict punishment. It is the Hetman’s duty to not allow logistic failure, and ensure complete military efficiency and power for the Huszar Company. Kapitan - Peter ‘Flemius’ Rubens The Kapitan of the Huszar Company are the direct advisor of the Hetman, and is the primary commander when the Hetman is unavailable. Either Commandant are awarded specific responsibilities that reflect their skills varying from recruitment, training, or distribution of orders. A Commandant may act as representative of the Hetman in battle. The Commandants are required to report to the Hetman on the Company’s well being, informing the Hetman of any recent conflicts that affect Rubern or the military. Quartermaster The Quartermaster ensures that all members of the military are never ill-equipped. This responsibility can also be met by the Commandants or Hetman. The Quartermaster is an additional role that a senior officer may undergo alongside his main role. CAVALRY Huszar Elites of the company, Huszars may act with a degree of independence and issue commands to lower ranks in absence of higher command. They often take on a Hoovneva under their wings, with permission from the Hetman. The Huszars are individuals of high calibre, suitable to be candidates for higher command. In the case of wartime, Huszars are an invaluable cavalry force that may act with total autonomy for weeks in raiding, skirmishing, and sabotaging any enemy force that treads against Rubern. Hoovnevas The Hoovenevas are the junior rank of cavalry unit, before one attains the rank of Huszar. Hoovnevas are provided with steeds of high caliber, and train constantly in the art of equine combat under the guidance of Huszars. Though worthy of respect from the infantrymen, this rank carries no power or authority over them. INFANTRY Szablya The Szablya are seasoned and loyal infantrymen, having served five years within the company. They are recognised for the exemplary skills at using the sabre and a variety of other weapons such as the short bow, proving to be a competent skirmishing force. Vojak The Vojak form the core and majority of the company, purposed to to act as flexible infantry. Whether their task be to hold a bridge or to run down an enemy contingent, Vojaks are expected to fulfil any command that is given to them. Each men are fitted with a pavise shield, spear, and a melee weapon of choice; some may opt for a ranged weapon to replace the spear. Distinguished vojaks may be selected to the cavalry unit. Rekrut The initiate rank of the Huszar Company, rekruts have yet to prove their loyalty and worth. These men must serve a minimum of one year within the company before becoming a blooded member. CODEX OF THE HUSZAR COMPANY There shall be no violence between brethren of the Huszar Company. There shall be no merit to consent in this context, to spill the blood of one’s peer shall be considered an infraction against the Huszar Company. There shall be no merit to violence as a means of retribution. There shall be no insubordination from any member of the Huszar Company. Huszars are provided autonomy necessary to function as a seperate entity, but still bear responsibility and subordination towards those of High Command. Those who are members of the Huszar Company may not serve any other liege than the Prince of Rubern, and may not serve as mercenaries of a foreign crest. Men of the Huszar Company must bear arms at all times. Men of the Huszar Company must adhere to their blooded oath. WAGES “Da, I love money!” Daslav, upon entering a bank. Members of the Huszar Company receive pay at the end of each year, or saint’s week. A blooded member may receive merit awards that comes with a monetary prize. We encourage all soldiers to strive for merit to further allow themselves to train and be loyal to the Company while also being able to have a wealthy living. Merits can be achieved through the following; 1. Attend training sessions, 2. Capture an enemy noble or prisoner, 3. Perform continous patrols on the road for safety, 4. Uphold the law at all times, 5. Ensure the safety of citizens in times of raids, 6. Follow continuous commands from senior officers both during battles and on duty, 7. More may be listed over time. Any disobedience within the military can result in a decrease in weekly wages or a demotion. Fines may be placed on soldiers if any complaints are lodged by citizens of Rubern or members of the AIS. HONORS AND AWARDS “When I open my eyes, I can see.” - Asgoslav of Vekaro Order of the Winged Huszars (1500 minas) Awarded to Huszars who have proved themselves are founts of excellence, proving themselves to be truly exceptional in all aspects of the military, through leadership, honor, loyalty and combat prowess. These men are worthy to wear the wings upon their back. Huszars Lance (750 Minas) Awarded to cavaliers who showed extreme combat prowess in battle, that either swayed the tide of the battle or resulted in immediate victory for the company. The Huszars Lance, can be awarded as many times to horsemen of the company, as long as they are judged by Commandant and Hetman for their achievements in battle. Medal of the Saber (800 Minas) Awarded to a soldier who proves himself a formidable force on the battlefield, having felled tens, if not hundreds of men over the course of his service. Those who wield a blade as if it were an extension of themselves are granted this medal in recognition for their contribution to the force of the Huszar Company Medal of the Hoovne (900 Minas) Awarded to the member of the Company who showed stunning attributes as a Hoovnevas or higher, able to fell several enemies in a single ride. The Medal of Hoovne, is only awarded to those who are able to show complete excellence in riding the horse for the better of the Company and Rubern. Medal of Triumf (700 Minas) The Medal of Triumf is given to any soldier who participated in a major battle that resulted in the victory for Rubern or any of its allies. Additional medals may be given on top of the Medal of Triumf if the member of the Company showed attributes of any other achievements or skills that deserved a medal or a bonus in minas. Penned by Grzegorz of Rubern Signed by Hetman Radu of House Vilac TO ENLIST Contact Tornado#9028, vic#8186 and FlemishSupremacy#5057 for questions ={ OOC }= MC NAME: DISCORD: TIMEZONE: ={ RP }= NAME: AGE: RACE: NOTABLE SKILLS:

A parchment would be nailed onto notice boards, road signs and city gates by men in dark cloth. “In opening, I tell the tale of my father; The Vilacyi Warlord known as Georgius, the Butcher of Ves, Sired by Martius of Vilac, was best known to the countryside as the beast responsible for the murder of priests, women and children, all whose families held loyalties opposing his own. My father burnt down churches, farms, houses, and land all owned by the city of Ves when he was called upon by Antonius I to wreak havoc upon his foes. My father would plunge his sword into the hearts of his enemies for all to see, and drink the blood of the worthy from their skulls. All these accomplishments he had done for his Blood kindred. I, Radu Vilac, speak now to the cuckolds and cowards who have bowed themselves in fealty to the Emperor Peter III. I have descended from the mountains with one goal, to smite those who stain their own blood with fraternity alongside our sworn enemies. To the True Imperials, the ones who still stand as believers of Aurelius’ creation of a strong, militaristic Empire of Man, I invite you; burn down our ancient foes in their cobble houses, in their places of worship, if they shall not meet on the field of battle. I call upon the followers and descendants of the House of Alstion, the House of Tiber, the House of Helane and the House of Vilac to unite in arms and crush this Empire of weaklings. Those of Aurelius’ blood deal not in forgiveness, and for our enemies the lowest of hell’s daemons shall be your eternal accompaniment. The enemies of House Vilac will be set upon and burnt at the stake. Just as my ruthless father I will not limit my wrath to just men, but for any of those who follow the pretender; let it be priest, or woman, they shall be burnt by dragon’s flame. All shall know the agony of the dragon’s Ire.” Radu of House Vilac

”Honor, which is something you are notoriously known to be lacking, that and credibility”

O brother of mine, bastard and impure, how strange of you to defame me. Is there no part in your body that feels shame for striking his own brother when he is on a pilgrimage? What great son of Martius would revel in cloak and dagger tactics. You claim descendancy from the four prophets, from divine Aurelius, Arpad the Bear and of Antonius. How is that your sword is so short? Unfit and unclean for battle so much that its blunt end can only penetrate the spine. I spit on your cowardice and wretched tactics, meet me on the Rubern fields where we shed the blood of Orenians in past years. By the river ruber, the red blood soaked river of our fallen enemies. A duel to the death should you keep up this foolish bravado. Georgius of Vilacz

Konyves would state while looking at the missive with a cheeky grin “This is the start of their fall”

Magic should be more rare to find. Every other person I have encountered knows some sort of Evocation or Magic.

PACT OF DRAGON AND MAGI “We stand proudly with our allies” - Antonius I 6th of Sigismund’s End, 1711 This pact hereby entails the principles to an accord agreed upon by the signees, to be adhered to by both their respective civilians and military alike. Should either principle be broken by a respective participant of either nation, then a truce will be inherently invoked, ergo allowing a maximum of three saints days wherein efforts to re-evaluate the accord, and, or, deem the accord no longer viable. Henceforth, both parties will adhere to a strict non-aggression agreement that will be enforced. Regarding the flow of goods and trade, no customs will discourage any exchange. Mobility between the nations will be enforced by both, and the roads swept of bandits who may harass our fair people. Both parties will aid one another in obtaining fugitives and criminals to their respective civilization unless one has a pact with said respective nation from which the fugitive hails from. Both signatories hereby establish that both parties agree to support one another with no less of the entirety of their military, should it be an offensive or defensive campaign. Recognizing the supremacy the primary signatory holds over the Elysians if this supremacy is contested then for the duration of until the end of the next war, the pact will ascend into a vassalization pact in which the Elysians vassalize under the primary signatory. HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Antonius I of the House of Horen, Emperor of Man, King of Renatus, Marna, Mardon, Salvus, Seventis, Savoy, Courland, Santegia, Kaz’Ulrah, and Norland, Duke of the Crownlands, Avar, and Frederica, Count of Helena, Carlostadt,Alamar, Frederica, Thesmer, Thelen, Lorath, and Cantal, Baron of Darkwood, Pacha, Eastcliffe, and Gravelhold, Fidei Defensor, First Human Prince of Malinor, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, Farfolk, etcetera Archmage, Auriel aet’Vaelii Lothryne, Archmage of the Vale, Preserver of the Void

Yury would think in his head, recalling the time where he was also there aiding in the killing of Timeo as he would anger as he would be left out ”This is all fake. It does not even list me in it!”

“Will there be pork?”

“It seems the phrase ‘People learn from their mistakes’ does not apply to Norlanders”

Cya guys. Going to quit LOTC. Special thanks to Trol (Charlemagne), Kyle(person with a dead trim) and Dane(NordicGod). Seems like a long enough post. Cheers lads.

Muhamamd would laugh “Your Kingdom was weak and so was your reign. Prove me wrong?”

Muhammed ibn Qasim would look in disgust as he would consult with his brother-in-arms of House Bartham in the streets of Carolustadt ”What is this man thinking? He wishes to create a set of armed soldiers under his control and take the jobs and duties of the Legionnaire?! The Parliament and Administration would surely think this wrong, to put hard-working men out of their duties over this abusive mayor creating a group of men that he is in control off!”

“Conflict is my will, strife is my strength, I shall never yield.” - Konyves Ivanovich within the Yatl Wastes - Konyves strode atop a black mare, cladded in bundles of fur, leather and cloth. It was not his typical black plated garb. The fur itches and smells of urine and manure. The sewing on the cloth lining was of poor quality, and the leather seemed to be coming undone with each leap and bound his stead made in the rocky snow terrain. He missed his pinewood forests and lush moors of his homeland, Styria. However, this was no time to be homesick, for his tasks were in the depths of hell, within the wastes. He and his small retinue of men had found a clearing within the thick layers of snow and made camp for the night, the roaring hearth of the campfire was all that kept them from keeling over and succumbing to the wrath of the cold night. Their horses were not faring well either, for they had lost two already out of the ten they had come with. The south was horrifying, and untamed. All matter of beasts waited within the blinding flurry of blizzards and snowstorms. They had been ambushed not but a few kilometers away from the city of Markev. Spectral soldiers bearing the Vaeyl order’s colors had slain three men, before being banished back to their black hold in the south. He had never truly fought these wraiths of the South, and only heard tales about it in court. He recalled the superstition about the beings, and the denial many northern nobles made about their existence. “The Haensei not lie about their babayaga…” Konyves mumbled to himself, as he drank from his flask filled with carrion black. “Nyet they did not, to think they told truth all time.” Syd would state, the lord’s scribe and council member from Styria. “We make move at dawn, your grace.” Syd would grumble, “Best to sleep now, if you can.” Syd would gripe as he’d move towards his bedding around the fire, and slip into its warmth. Konyves would soon follow, slipping into his own bedding, laying on his back. He’d stare into the night sky above. The aurora above them was mesmerizing, and bathed the night sky in its flare og blue and pale green. Truly if the lands around him hadn’t tried to kill him at every turn, this place wouldn’t be so bad. As he gazed at the lights, his vision began to fuzz and he slipped into a deep sleep. … “Your Imperial Majesty,” Konyves would address the emperor of man, Aurelius Horen, “I have come, at your behest.” “ My Lord of Styria, dire news has come from the south. The land is locked in an eternal night, and winter is worsening. Evil is afoot, and we want you, to go south,” the divine Aurelius would state, locking his eyes with Konyves, a sense of stress and worry could be felt over the aging emperor. “Yes, your majesty, what is task you wish of me.” Konyves would press, unsure of why he was to be sent southbound. “It is because we trust your sword arm, we command you and a group of your choosing to scout out the source of this nefarious evil, and attempt to put an end to the darkness plaguing the south.” Aurelius would be quick to respond, a man who was always close to the point, Konyves noted. “Very well, I move at first light tomorrow.” … The cold had battered the small group, as the mounds of snow piled around them as they trudged through the harsh blizzard. Every step was a challenging, as the snow sought to envelop those who trampled on it. They neared the ice wall in the distance, but the land around them was eerily tame. Snow, rocks, and more snow for as far as the eye could see. Save for the menacing walls of ice ahead, but other than that, nothing. Not a spark of life, just death all around them. It was then a call was echoed in the distance, and all the men froze in their place. It chilled their spine and made their skin tremble, as the icy howl of a horn erupted the silence that was about them. Death was coming. Everyone drew their swords and dismounted, huddling into a circle. With their backs to each other, they stared outward into the greyish white mist that had encompassed them. Then a figure akin to a bear burst from the mist, disrupting their defensive position, knocking over everyone that was in the figure’s path. A man’s cry for help was cut off by a meaty crunch of bone and flesh as Konyves recovered from being knocked over by what felt like a horse that had ramed him. He looked toward the direction of where the cry had came from and froze in fear. A massive white beast, similar to a bear had been devouring one of his men, a farm boy from Styria, he grimaced and quickly rose to his feet. Around his men were fighting the specters of the Vaeyl, the sword clashing with the illusions. Konyves rose his black mace and brought it down onto a charging specter and layed into its form with a metallic clang. It fell backwards and collapsed into the snow, before slowly dissipating. He had no time to recover as another specter flung itself at him. Unable to react as fast he felt a blade run into his left shoulder, a pained cry was all he could muster. It was then the cackling specter tore away it’s blade and made ready to strike again, that it too was cut down from behind, collapsing into the snow, and dissipation in a similar fashion.”Your grace, we must move!” Konyves looked up, and recognized Syd, although the man has a cut down the left side of his face, taking an eye. He simply nodded and the two men limped away into the storm. The men around them were being butchered, but gave their lives to protect their margrave. Both men rushed through the snow, in a blind panic. The sounds of clashing behind them had ceased, and the eerie silence had returned. Konyves and Syd both scanned around them before another horn call was made, directly behind the two. “Your grace, you must go. I shall hold them.” Syd said to Konyves. “I cannot do that, what man would I be?!” Konyves angrily shouted at Syd, fury and anger in his eyes. The council member simply smiled, “You have family to return too. Whilst I?” he grunted with a bloody cordial, before spitting a wad of spittle and blood, “I do not, go. Go to your son, to our people.” Syd stated, a stoic and serious tone had come about his tone. Konyves looked at Syd then with a pained sigh he nodded, “Godan protect you and may the Emperor bliss your courage, Syd.” the margrave said to his loyal companion. “May he protect us all,“ Syd stated before a second blast was made, and he pushed the margrave, “GO! NOW!” the man shouted as he turned to the direction of the blast. In an expression of resentment and anger, Konyves turned and began to run into the blinding blizzard. … “Come on you motherless bastards… COME MEET YOUR END!” Syd would taunt into the mist around him. It was then figures began to materialize from the mist, cladded in mystical armor and brandishing blades of woe, “That’s it… come on…” Syd would echoe again, as his eyes widened and was dumbfounded. The numbers of the specters just kept steadily growing, it was like a swarm that had found its prey, a pack of wolves to a wounded sheep. Syd simply began to bark out in laughter and hysteria as he charged forth into the nearest specter. He waylayed his longsword into the specter’s blade before he found an opening in the left side, and cleaved his sword through, causing the specter to collapse into the snow. He then parried a strike that came from his right as another attempted to end his life. He turned and ran his longsword through the specter’s facial visage and ripped it out, watching the being fall backwards into the snow. Then a sharp pain burned in his back as a specter brought a slash down onto his back. With a pained cry of anguish he turned around and quickly went to dismember the torso from the legs of the specter, sending the two parts collapsing into the snow. It was then a spear thrust was sent through Syd’s abdomen. Syd spewed forth onto the snow a torrent of blood and vomit from his mouth as he collapsed onto his back, having the spear rip out of him. He laid there on his back, gazing to the sky above, wheezing and gurgling on his blood. A metal foot was planted on his chest, crushing his ribs below. He gazed into the soulless figure above him, it’s helm was fashioned similar to a skull. Syd simply gave a blood stained smile, and began to chuckle, “Be seeing you..” was all he was able to mutter as a blade was ran through his throat. The death throes of Syd were quick, before his movements were stopped altogether, his life ended. … Konyves trekked into the blinding snow, the fighting behind him again had silenced, and a calm befallen about him. He panted hard, as each breath he blew out emitted a raspy thick frost. He was tired, fatigued, and broken. His men had given their lives to him. His friend had sacrificed himself so that the margrave may return home. He had appeared a strong man, unyielding and fierce, but now he was a shattered husk. The horrors of the south had petrified him, how can GOD allow such beings to exist? He wondered about life and its meaning, for everything around him was filled with images of his life. The refounding of Styria. The dissolution of his rivals in Adria. It all flashed before him, but then it was shattered. A high pitched horn blast echoed around him, breaking his thought. The clarion call had sounded, beckoning him home. (Written by Wolfdwg)

You dont think you a bit late to be in that stage of “finding free land and starting a settlement”

“CRUSH THEM! BURN THEM! MAKE THEM HOWL!” - Ser Bogdan Barrow, addressing his men- Ample time was given, yet nothing. No response, no plea, no acknowledgment was given towards the Radovic forces trenched outside of Sun’s Smile Hold. They had their chance to safe face and leave these lands, but arrogant men they are. “Give them volley!” shouted Ser Bogdan Barrow atop his white steed. A line of Radovic men aimed their various woodworks at the keep, and let loose a hail of arrow fire. After mere moments of flight, the arrows lodged themselves in the stonework, and wooden supports. Very shouts could be heard from the castle, as lights were given life, the defenders were mustering. The small Radovic force that had entrenched themselves outside, were soon joined by the bulwark of the Styrian host. Various icons and heraldry flapped and fluttered in the brisk cold wind. Soon Ser Bogdan was not alone. To the side of him was the lord marshal of Styria, Ilya Ivanovich atop a black steed. The man’s stern stoic gaze fell on the keep, eyeing the scrambling defenders. “Give them steel, no mercy,” he stated, unsheathing his longsword, and pointing it towards the keep. Soon the area around Sun’s Smile Hold erupted in sounds of siege. It had begun. CB’s: Enemy of Nation Side A: Margraviate of Styria (EoM) & Allies Side B: The Defenders of Sun’s Smile Hold & Allies Proposed Date & Time: 27th October 2018, 3:30 EST Proposed Rules: Server Rules in place Location: (Dynmap is not up to date) Ingame Structure Discord: Tornado#1841 + Khozydwg#7648