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13 minutes ago, Jacko said:

 

"If they were the most disciplined maybe they'd be the ones you'd be complaining about. Besides, the Emperor was appointed by God through the High Pontiff's hands, any Orenian Nationalist can see that. Your arguments are unfounded as Urguan started the war, we're simply finishing it and offering anyone who wishes full amnesty in return for surrender if you had read up on the original letter sent by Everard II and John Frederick."

 

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/137360-joint-act-of-abjuration-1535/

Mira would respond. "It may be true that Urguan started the war, but it was also Urguan that sued for peace. A meeting was convened in Hallowvale. Rhewen was smart enough to know that a continuing war would wreak havoc on both nations, with the small-folk bearing the full weight of it. He wanted a white peace. Oren, however, did not. The Orenian delegate to the meeting claimed that Oren would continue to fight Urguan because they wanted to defend its slaughtered people. The small-folk in particular. However, when Ashton Highwind, then the son of a common farmer, was imprisoned by Urguan, the Emperor turned his back on him. Also that letter is very condescending. 'Oh, we'll take in anyone that wants to join, but we'll simultaneously destroy their homeland.' Doesn't sound too welcoming, but whatever."

21 minutes ago, AGiantPie said:

Upon reaching the end of the missive, Bertrand sets it down on his desk and sighs. He drums his fingers across the surface of his aforementioned desk, spending a few moments in contemplative thought. Satisfied with the conclusion he has reached, he comments to himself, "A warm hearth, a full pantry, a kind lord, a good life. I do not see this supposed tyranny. Life under Oren's rule has been good for me, good for humanity, and good for my long eared friends. This Mira Sansya has succumbed to an irrational fear of an effective government and an efficient military. I can understand the desire for independence and sovereignty, but to claim that Oren is inherently tyrannical is unfounded. Don't knock it till you try it, no one who has is complaining." 

Mira would hear word of this Bertrand. "Life under Oren has been good for nobles, not so much for the small-folk that fight in his wars. The same can be said of his 'long eared friends', the elves. Various Elves have fought on the side of Oren in this war, but while Oren grows, the Elven lands remain unchanging. For the Snow Elves, their lands have shrunk during this war. An entire people have been displaced from their homes, taking refuge in an abandoned city. The Orenian government has various flaws, like how it is very neglecting of the views and opinions of its citizens. Only the Emperor's views matter. And this 'efficient military' isn't as efficient as the Emperor would make it out to be. The Ivaee'Fenn is the most disciplined military force in the world. The only reason Oren keeps winning battles is because of its numbers, but if a proper alliance is formed between the various races of the world, those numbers would without a doubt diminish as Duchies and Counties would most likely adore the call for independence. And I do not claim that Oren is inherently tyrannical. It is my belief that if any one person were to hold as much power as the Emperor, it would all go to his or her head, no matter how long it takes. 'Power corrupts' as the saying goes. Therefore no one should be allowed to have that much power."

Just now, professorus said:

"Wot?" Vykk would say standing in Norland.

Mira would again hear word of this Vykk and his persistence of inaccuracies. "There was a treaty signed between Hallowvale and Oren stating, quite clearly, that Norland was to be divided up between the two: Oren claiming Seahelm, Hallowvale claiming Frostholm. Unless I'm not as up to date with current events as I thought, Norland has ceased to exist."

8 minutes ago, professorus said:

"Oren never attacked Norland, Norland wanted to join Oren after they were betrayed by Urguan." says Vykk, the original Norlander.

Mira would hear word of this Vykk. "I remember hearing a different story from the mouth of Grand King Rhewen himself as he gathered up Dwarven forces for a raid on Norland shortly after the Siege of Khro'Nogaak. Something about how they had betrayed Urguan and sued for peace with Oren. I then heard from a friendly Snow Elf named Feta Krafeh that Vandoria had also attempted a raid, and Norland offered peace once they saw defeat right in front of them." She'd shake her head. "But Feta is dead now, and Norland as well." She would sigh, continuing to contemplate on Oren.

Imperial Division

By: Mira Sansya

     The Holy Empire of Oren is large and powerful that's no secret, but how they got so large is not well known. It's not just through sheer numbers, I can assure you that much. It has to do with the strategy of "divide and conquer". Think about it: Oren managed to unite the majority of Humanity under one banner while the Elves choose to live in segregated nations, unwilling to see that they're just as stuck up as the other Elves. The Dwarves are currently split on how to proceed in the current war, some even proclaiming their loyalty to Oren. Only Vandoria managed to unify with Urguan as the threat of Oren looms over them all. Sure, Oren wasn't at war with parts of Vandoria before its unification with Urguan, but war would most likely break out between the two after Urguan's likely defeat. This is how they win: they make a nation or alliance break a part then eat up the bits. It's how they beat Norland and the Red Brothers. Norland was part of the Southern Alliance until they sued for peace, making them hated by everyone. Vandoria then took to assaulting Norland, seeing them as a new enemy. Oren, then betraying its peace with Norland, also attacked them, thereby gaining parts of Norland. Divide and conquer.

     If only the world would wake up and realize that Oren is everyone's enemy. No nation should be allowed to have such power and influence. This war is Vailor's last chance at peace, ironically. Vanderguan is Oren's only competition. Once they're out of the picture, everyone else will be subjugated bit by bit. Now is the time to stand up to tyranny. Now is the time for Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, Kha, Humans, and Halflings to ally with Vanderguan and oppose Oren now, or be vanquished by Oren later.

     Petty squabbles over race and land will have to wait until after the war. Don't let such division ruin Vailor's last chance at an Oren-less world. Oren will try to divide the Alliance, pointing out racial differences and making secret offers, but the Alliance must stand strong. Unite now, or be vanquished later.

     If the leaders of the world heed this call to arms and succeed in the war against Oren, they must ensure Oren never has the chance to rise this high ever again. If the Southern Alliance wins this war, they must BREAK OREN UP. Do not, however, swallow up Oren amongst yourselves. Divide Oren up by Duchy, maybe even by County, making each independent. That is how Oren can never again gain such outrageous power.

Theodora Palaiogolos, sister to Ser Demetrios Palaiogolos II, is looking for prospecting suitors. She currently resides in Nikae, a keep in Courland. She is 29 years old. If anyone desires a wife as beautiful as Theodora, send a messenger to her.

((PM me if you're interested, nobility preferred.))

1 hour ago, Cleggmire_ said:

Lust is a sin in the eyes of the lord. 

Then he better avert his gaze.

Name: Theodora Plaiologos

Age: 21

Race: Human Highlander

Culture: Akritian

Personality: Ambitious, Gregarious, Lustful, Attractive

Ambitions: To serve her family faithfully, To rise in social status

Bio: Younger sister to Demetrios Palaiologos II, she watched her father get murdered during the Duke's War while imprisoned. She and her brother managed to escape and flee to Percival Staunton's camp. Years after the war, her brother was granted Kraken's Watch, now renamed to Nikae, meaning "Victory" in the Akritian dialect.

Portrait: 

Name: Feta Krafeh

Age: 20

Race: Mali

Culture: Fenn

Status: Deceased (Suicide over banishment)

Personality: Loyal, Fierce, Content

Loyalty: Princedom of Fenn (banished)

Appearance: Pale skin, white hair, never seen without his Ivae'Fenn uniform

Ambitions: To reclaim the Princedom's former lands; To kill John Horen I, Kahn'Braduk, and Ubbu'Ugluk; To perhaps unite the elves and end the prejudice between them

Bio: A sworn defender of the Tundraks and the Fenn, he and will do anything to ensure their survival. His real name is a secret and has adopted the name "Feta Krafeh" meaning "Cold Corpse" in Elf. He calls himself that because he sees himself as a living sacrifice for the Mali'Fenn cause and anyone that tries to undermine the Fenn or Tundraks will end up like him, a cold corpse.

He was banished from the Fenn and Dwarves under the suspicion he had purposely activated the lava traps on Dunamis mercenaries during the Battle of Hoar Hill. With nowhere to go and hated by everyone, he committed suicide by setting himself afire.

16 minutes ago, roachkiller911 said:

Name: Beo Ruric

Age:18

Qualifications: Nephew of Norlands Earl, Active in the campaign against the dwarves, has a stubble.  

Any notable sponsors: Seahelm residents, Anyone else who would support me who I cannot list from mind.

Mira Sansya supports Beo Ruric for Maer of Felsen because of his defense of the working man.

Application

OOC

MC name: fluffypants417

Skype: grant.ler

Timezone: EST

RP

Name: Mira Sansya

Age: 23-27

Race:  Human Heartlander

Gender: Female

Job applying for: Poet

Any interesting skills?: Cooking and farming

Any reason you wish to work at this fine establishment?: Good pay.

A beheading is a fine way

Of removing those you hate--

Too bad our kindness

Is lost along the way

No more, I say,

Of battle and all the gore--

Trees easily withstand

All attempts of sword--

A hammer to strike

The ground--

An axe to fight

The birds--

Battles yet to come

Will come when bears are

Armed--

To the chin

Trees will victor--

A volta in the way

Of the world

And nature--on same day

A mighty king once said to me,

"A wench to spend the time!"

But I have other ideas

To wrench the time away--

An empire--is a kingdom

Only larger in grandeur

With lords of all ranks

And families--galore

A king, to me,

Is any with a shield

Covering--the heart

To be lifted

We are all kings

In our royal garb--

Sitting on our thorny thrones

Of regrets--shielded

A robe of silk is just as grand

As its woolen kin--

Both garb and guard our

Thorny bits

Name: Mira Sansya

• ((MC Name)): fluffypants417
• Any prior expertise in astronomy or other sciences? No

Note: I will be adding to this as I discover more of my mother's poems.

"This is a collection of poems written by deceased my mother, Elissa Sansya. I do not claim ownership to any of them. I simply found them in her home after she had passed on. Enjoy."

-Mira Sansya

Never more--gone--

Into the wind--like the roots

Of him--and me--

Leaving seeds

Broken twigs are what remain

Of my poor seed--never to grow--

The other--unknown

Of her roots

May whispers bring forth fruit--

And axes--in her leaves

'Fore pecked and nest by

An imperial infliction

The headsman came--when I wept

Away my soul--and all

(Never finished)

Knowledge is a fruit

Hanging low--

Ripening for any

Hearing whispers

A mother best not shout

Or leaves be stripped bare

Of any fruit hanging--falling--

For the deer

My seed--soon to sprout

And reach for the moon--

As is hers--

And his

The natural order of things

Ends when we wish--

But not until the sunset

And the moon--rising

Not until the seed springs forth

Bringing with her--axes

to chop away at the corrupt

Roots in the sun

Not until my faint

And queasy heart--disperse--

Losing touch--and grasp--

Of the trees

Not until the mix

Of wood and bear--

Needless to say--easy--

If tried

Of axe and bow

I've non to spare

But whispers to gather--

Near

Sight, for me, is easy--

But not for all--it seems--

I heard whispers of fruit

In the upper limbs

"Hello. Um, do you know where the headquarters are?"

Hey fam,

Does anyone know where the HQ is?

Name: Mira Sansya

Race: Human Heartlander

Age: Uncertain Somewhere between 22-28

Gender: Female

Parents: Elissa Sansya (deceased), Unknown father (most likely alive)

Health: Good

Occupation(s): Servant to House Alexander, Member of the Hallowvale

Height: 5'4, 162cm

Body Type: Slender

Appearance: Has green eyes, brown hair, where's purple/pink clothes with a belt

Personality: Ambitious, Clever, Weak, Deceitful

Perk(s): Uses her wits to get out of situations

Flaw(s): Can't fight, Unskilled worker, Often overlooks things

"Of course he has."

Can you send a message via bird saying where the Coin is?

Name (Leave IG name as well): fluffypants417       Mira Sansya

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Skills: None :/ Working on it.

Do you meet the criteria to join Hallowvale Contracting?: Yes

Leave an address for a return letter of accepted: Send a bird.

((Also, please message me your skype privately as a way for OOC contact.))

((IGN)): fluffypants417

Name: Mira Sansya

Age: ~23

Chosen Role: Producer

Race: Human

((Do you have skype and/or willing to get it?)): No but willing to get it.

Skills: None

Out-Of-Character Information

Please do your best to correct spelling and grammatical errors, this is an RP server and writing is the main form of communication!

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: fluffypants417

How old are you?: 16

Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The ban on trolling

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?(If so we can help clear it up! You will not be denied for having a question on the rules): No

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft? I looked up ‘minecraft medieval rp servers’ and this was one that came up.

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In-Character Information

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Character’s name: Mira Sansya

Character’s sex: Female

Character’s race: Human

Character’s age: 22

Biography  (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add server lore, and events that happened to your character so that they don’t contradict history.):

     My name is Mira Sansya. I’m the bastard daughter of some member of House Vanir. I never learned the name of my father but my mother told me my lineage. After she died, I set out into the world and found myself in Felsen. I got a job at a tavern and was scrubbing floors for a while. It wasn’t great, but it was better than life without a job. When the Duke’s War broke out, I was conflicted. I felt that Felsen was pretty safe but the city was opposed by my family, House Vanir. After two years I left Felsen in an attempt to find my family.

     I set out, going from town to town, never staying for more than a week. I’d stay off the roads and away from the military encampments. I was trying to find the Vanir host but without much luck. Rumors of its whereabouts could never be confirmed. In the end, however, my efforts were in vain. I learned that the war was over and that House Vanir had lost. I didn’t know if they were dead or alive. The best option for me was to go back to Felsen and try to establish myself at court. That way I’d restore honor to House Vanir and be able to use my influence to discover what truly happened to them.

Personality Traits: Ambitious, Deceitful, Stubborn, Weak, Clever

Ambitions: To establish myself at court and use my influence to find my family or, if they’re dead, reestablish House Vanir.

Strengths/Talents: An expert schemer.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: Dreadful in a fight. Can never learn when to give up.

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): Average height and build. I wear pink/purple clothes. I have green eyes and brown hair.

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