Gridlock

Anden Staunton would turn in his grave.

Ben Othaman would still be roaming the lands around the last battlefield searching for his liege lord slowly losing hope.

Good boy Ben weeps as everything always happens when he's away.

Good boy Ben Othaman would be very confused how he got caught up in this.

THE JOUST (NOBILITY ONLY) NAME: Ben Othaman AGE: 18 TITLE: Former Landed Nobility LAND OF ORIGIN/HOLDING: St. Karlsburg, Haense MC NAME: _Gridlock

Next Month on Lotc:

You can't seriously be angry that your leaders were banned for breaking rules to further enhance their factions pvp experience.

Take the Haense cart instead. It takes you to the new rp hub in the North. you should be able to navigate back to the old one from there.

'The Cat' prepares to make himself a new fur coat out of Runa.

Out of sight and out of mind. That was the mantra Jakarra repeated when he found himself thinking of the Kha he had left behind. He regretted his abandonment sometimes, but he knew it was for the better. The Kha living in Canahedo and Sutica were too docile, too tame. His presence there would only harm them, but he could not change his own ways. But now, he realized that intervention was needed. He sat in some old crumbling ruins, flanked on either sides by his guards, as the newcomer recanted his tale. His name was Kussack, and he had most interesting news; of betrayals and scandals, and Tepah, an old Kha that the Tla used to know. "Huntmaster, will you help me?” Jakarra snapped out of his trance, refocusing on the golden-furred Kha in front of him. "Tepah Goldhand has greatly overstepped. By labelling himself the High Priest of Metztli and attempting a banishment, he has painted himself as a figure of authority, which cannot be allowed to happen.” He gestures to the two Kha sitting beside him; one, an old Pantera, his black fur spotted with grey, the other a young Tigrasi, hot-blooded and ready for battle. "He calls himself a servant of Metztli, yet he bears the name Goldhand, as if he were a Dwed,” said the elder in a slow, monotonous voice “Not only this, but he has committed himself to the guilds and organizations of Humans and Elves, such as the Republic of Sutica and the Kingdom of Courland.” Jakarra turned to the Tigrasi, who snarled as he spoke “This so-called priest is an amoral coward with a reputation for crossbreeding with other races. Such a disgusting and perverse creature brings shame to great Metztli, and to pose as a priest who does Her will is a great insult.” The ex-Tlahtoani nodded slowly “Then we are in agreement. Send a missive to the false Priest and his followers. Such is the will of the Goddess.” TO TEPAH GOLDHAND AND HIS PACK I am Jakarra, Master of the Hunt, and I revile you. You are a lying, perverse, craven Apekha unbefitting of the name Kharajyr. I have no desire to interfere in the activities of other Kha, nor do I wish to force my ways upon another, but I have been given no choice. Your despicable actions have truly proven your despicable nature as an arrogant, lying Apekha. The Council of Three have met under Metztli’s light and she has judged you guilty of the following: Falsely claiming to be a Priest of Metztli. Falsely claiming to be the High Priest of Metztli. Attempting to cause division and disorder among Kharajyr by forming your own pack and settlement multiple times without approval or permission from the Tlahtoani of the time. Participating in the affairs of apes. Repeatedly consummating with apes. The murder of two Dra’Metza soldiers for attempting to bring you to justice. Multiple cases of obvious abandonment of the Kharajyr race. Complete disregard of the Tlahtoani’s rule and past Tlahtoani. Attempted abduction of an Aelkos’ child under Kaharal’s rule. Bringing a Dwarven raiding party to abduct a Kharajyr child. The consumption of alcohol. Joining external foreign orders such as the Dwarven Legion, Courland guards and becoming a Sutican official. For these vile, heathenous, and unjust crimes, you must pay the ultimate price. Throw yourself upon your blade and join Metztli in the Stars above and you will be forgiven and blessed, forever to hunt in the Skies with the Goddess. Fail to do so and we will march on your lands, burn your homes and massacre you and all who stand by you, and you will rot with Abyssyl in the depths of the void. Think wisely, Tepah Goldhand, and do not forsake my kindness By the Will of the Goddess, Jakarra Greyfur, King of the Jungles, Master of the Hunt, Foremost of the Council of Three, Blessed of Metztli Cuauhtemoc, Voice of the Goddess, Elder of the Council of Three, graced of Metztli Nezahualcoyotl, Revered of the Hunters, Elder of the Council of Three, Graced of Metztli

Gridlock throws a bucket of water over the candle hoping to ensure it never again catches fire, for the scent of the candle smelled like a predator who always arrived at least a day too late to catch his prey.

Isn't the one on the left the sigil of the Stauntons? @Vege

THE BARUCH - VYRONOV PACT Outpost of Liefgaard, 1st of the Snow’s Maiden, 1613 The formation of the Kingdom of Ruska, reunification for the Northern peoples that had long been divided and controlled by the Courlandic overlords. For the lord and farmer alike, the years of past have been a struggle. These times of darkness and despair have left the Northmen severely weakened. Regardless, the men and women of the North are strong and willful, they shall do what they can to restore their former might and with it the might of the Highlands. It is in these times of weakness and recovery, that man must strengthen itself by all means necessary. And thus a pact shall be formed by the Houses Baruch of Ayr and Vyronov of Rytsburg. The Houses form a joint effort to rise from the ashes of past war, with ideal of strengthening their stance and that of Ruska. The Houses Baruch and Vyronov shall from this day forth, -Engage in Military Coöperation with one another -Pledge to Financially aid to one another -Enter into a Trade Agreement of food supplies and resources -Enter into a Defensive Pact with one another It is by these measures, that the Houses Baruch and Vyronov seek to strengthen their ties and restore prosperity to their lands. May a future of peace, prosperity and reparation greet those with intent noble and true. Signed, The Right Honourable Count of Ayr, Otto of House Baruch His Lordship the Baron of Rytsburg, Adolphus of House Vyronov

Deryk Othaman would emerge from the harsh northern wildlands, where he chose to take refuge from the Iron fist of the Stauntons, to cast his vote. Unlike the others, he would do this in silence with no speech.

"Why does a nation with such a small population, boast about manpower?" Sigmar asks himself.

Sigmar Baruch returns from his long journey overseas to join his brother-in-law.

I personally think we should bring in people from outside of LOTC with experience as staff. Get them to moderate and only moderate. The fact that we have staff who have personal interests in people of the community makes them more prone to outbursts like this. Had someone doxxed me, I can guarantee you that Ski and Cablam would not have replied the way they did. It's entirely to blame on personal relations with the both parties involved, wether they are good or bad they certainly influenced the manner in which the two gentlemen dealt with the situation. TLDR: You're rlly weak for finding that too long.. - Bring Staff that has no personal investment with the community and just do their jobs.

Deryk reads the letter and starts crossing our letters and replacing them with the proper capitalized letters.

"If only a crusade were to be called..." Says Deryk

Anden Staunton, in hell after his suicide for suicide is a sin!, doesn't recall ever actually marrying the mother of Aleksei. Anden does however recall marrying someone else days after his Cossack bride never showed up for an actual wedding. Anden is glad that his short lived marriage resulted in one true born boy, who managed to produce these wonderful triplets.

Er Ist Wieder Da “It appears my kin have been busy..” -Anden II Staunton upon setting foot on Tahn Late would be the hour, in which a small cog would emerge from the oceans, docking at the Cloud Temple. Its cargo? Only three, passengers all. It was unusual, to be sure, but these men were anything but usual. The three were Anden II, Charles Otto, and Godwin Philip Staunton. Grandchildren of the late Duke, Anden ‘the Hangman’ Staunton, and the true heirs of the legacy of Courland and the family ruling it. Upon arrival, the triplets gave letters out to a as many men as would take them, spreading the word as far as they could. To the people of Axios, It is hereby that I, Anden II Staunton return to my family and make amends for our errors in the past. My two brothers, Charles and Godwin have joined me in my journey, and together we seek to aid our glorious Kingdom. In the days of Vailor, Duke Anden ruled as an unpopular but not incompetent ruler before he was ousted by his brother. Despite this, we, the descendants of Duke Anden, hold no ill will or grudge against our kin of Alexandrian line; rather, we seek to aid our cousins in this fine Kingdom of their creation. As stated, we three brothers wish nothing more than to aid the Kingdom of Courland and our fellow Stauntons, for glory and peace in the name of Aleksandr and Anden, who must surely be reconciled in the Seven Skies. We hereby do declare our undying loyalty to the House of Staunton and the Kingdom of Courland, in the presence of all Axios. Long live Courland, long live House Staunton, and blessed be the brothers Anden and Aleksander! Signed, Anden II Staunton, Charles Otto Staunton, Godwin Philip Staunton. ((this is not a meme post and it is 100% legal by server rules. Please do not attempt to hide or remove this post.

"What a King does, stands not for the peoples' will. Many of us would fight to death for our freedom and our pride. True northmen do not bow down to southerners. Yet here you are, kissing one's boots." Says Deryk.

"True northmen do not follow southerners like the Stauntons." Responds Deryk to the man in the sky.