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"I ******* wake up and this is whats going on!?" says Dramyr Edvardsson Ruric, who is known to some as having been in a coma for the last four or five years. It was a wonderfully long dream. "Dont mess with my good cousin Halvar. His reign has been long and arduous and he just wishes to keep the peace as best he can. I was right from the start, Allies are a hassle." 

3 minutes ago, Ryloth said:

"This is insane." Haskir chuckles, "Who put their 'Master of Coin' up to this joke? A fisticuffs bar brawl costs twelve-thousand in fines?"

"What can we say? The Master of Coin likes his coin. Ka-ching. There was a more grand insult than just a bar brawl anyhow." Dramyr shrugged with outward splayed hands.  

Keeper Dramyr's smile widens quite radiantly from within his comatose slumber. He felt the bright light of the Allfather grow within the realm of Norland and it's subsidiaries. "A dream realized." uttered his lips in quiet whisper, heard only by one of the palace servants who was tending to him at the time. 

"Oh ****" said Dramyr on being handed an invitation. "I didnt even know he died! Didnt even hear. Guess i'll have to try and attend to honor him. If not, why, there's always the afterparty!" he remarked in his head

"Sweet! A birthday bash! I wonder who or what we are bashing at the party!" Dramyr exclaimed, excited at the prospect of another party in Norland. Yes, you should get a pinata.

Dramyr cant help but laughing when he heard the news, and oh boy, did he laugh hard. By the end of it he thanked the man he'd heard it from and said "Thats a funny joke youve got." before he went away for his afternoon nap.

18 minutes ago, Basil Moroul said:

"I suspect his Holiness will be none too pleased to have to hold a coronation with the Norlandic keepers invited, those that try to force a tax on and hire people to murder his clergymen." remarked Basil.

Dramyr muses to himself. The news of the coronation had no bearing to him. He was just happy with the new tax documents Norland came up with that allowed Priests, who had no invitation mind you, to no longer get an immediate boot, but a choice to get documentation to stay. Should they wish it. Anyways, he took a nap after this musing.

1 hour ago, Basil Moroul said:

 

On the 4th of the Grand Harvest, 1638 decided to venture out of their mountainous city of the Krag and launch a suprise invasion upon the capital of the Orenian empire, Helena. The imperial forces were unable to fully mobilse in time to prevent the attack and were outnumbered, as a result they were defeated. The pagans began to ransack the city and desecrate its church, however unbeknownst to the invaders, the city had already come under control of Aurelius I. Immediately upon realising this the norlanders hastily tried to take back what they had done and retreated from the city that they had tried to claim. Alas Aurelius did not wish to allow for the pagans' desecration and invasion to go unpunished so he united the entirety of the canonist realm and turned the side of the war, begining the third crusade. Each battle after that the norlanders lost miserably and the end result was that their city had been taken by canonist forces and they were forced to vassalise under Aurelius. 

A travelling elf by the name of Kalev had somehow managed to cross paths with this writ on his passing through the Haenseti city. For he had overheard discontent regarding the Red Faith and was curious as to its source. So he got his hands on a copy of the newest drama. "Ah, I remember this. Good times that, when the Red Faith and the Renatia united in arms to take down the Norland crown. Really shouldnt have thought that just any fire would do for worshipping the father. Arthas' firestaff did remind them well that it wasnt the case." he thought, the elf's eyes continued to cast down the page with a long chuckle to the air. Then a purse of the lips "Oh huh, but too bad. Times change and theyre back at each others throats.  Unfortunate that anyone interested in history pulls a spinster and leaves out the important facts." he reflected on this for quite a few moments. He crumped up the paper and tossed it behind some bush, and left to go find something to drink, knowing well that he might the only one living enough to remember what was closest to the truth: The fact that at one time the Red Faith and Canonism had worked together towards the same goal. To take down a false belief and overly violent rule.

4 minutes ago, Basil Moroul said:

"The delusion of the fire-dancers." remarked Basil.

Dramyr continues to write the newest edition of Red Faith based literature: "Allfather for Dummies"

"Oho the canonists who dont even care for their dead have spoken for violence. ******* idiots let a body rot in their grandest church for four days and four nights and they want to take up weapons. Cant even hold up brooms so much a sword. The empty threat of a withered quill." Dramyr had continued to rant and rave about the foul words that had been written, only to those fellow Norlanders around him who had been sharing the parcel of news that had made its way into the north. He really was angry over the disrespect towards the dead he had seen within imperial land.

"Welcome to the lit path, youre no longer blind in the dark, friend. Keep your chin up and follow the tenets!" said Dramyr on being handed one of the prestigious letters. He'd later frame it on his bedroom wall. "Neat."

b-but my resource pits

Dramyr wakes up from his daily nap "Hey guys!" he called out to the Norlandic square from his perch. "Did you know High Keeper Arthas used to practice some wild **** on orcs cause he considered them subhuman? Nor did I! That old man was ******* insane!" he said, before being informed of the war "OH!.. Maybe I'll get to practice old techniques!" he leaves with a skip to his step in search of the current High Keeper Alisa for permission in use of less than moral practices.

Dramyr frowns beneath his mask when he got a letter. One of the only few interactions within that two day window was him throwing a snowball at the man. "aw man, this sucks. He had such a great Krugsmas story too." And all he could do the rest of that day was sit and think, and daydream of the times that could have been or had been before. 

Chadmyr looks to Jager on the mans entrance into the Allfather's hall way up there where the Fathers faithful end up after death. "Welcome Brother!" he said with a happy grin, but it was a grin that had faded quite quickly on being informed of the bet. "****!"

golf clap

Ah, the dreamer, He is this handsome lads potential grandson:

Features:

-Make the art centered around 16yrold or 24 yr old.

-Black hair, Styled pompadour

-Fair skin

-Blue gray eyes

-Decent jawline

-Light muscles

-Skinny

Outfit:

-Sunglasses and a hawaiin shirt, add a bowler hat if youre feeling lucky

-pants that aint shorts

The sunglasses pose lookin at some fine ladies:

-If hes holding anything in his offhand itd either be booze, hard candy, or a coconut drink

"The Allfathers light smiles on us all. For by his will we have been safely guided to this new land of Nyrheim! and this new tobacco!" said Chadmyr as he enjoyed the process of drying the tobacco for future offerings and for others to enjoy the cigars dubbed Chadgars and the smaller variants named Chadrolls

melon man comin atcha with the metal disease

Chadmyr had to raise a brow at being handed the registrar. 

Registry Form
Name: Chadmyr Ruric
Year of Birth: Whenever Dunharrow was.

Clan: Edvardsson
Line of Descent: Son of Aeyn Ruric, Grandson of Exander Ruric, Great Grandson of Arthas Ruric and so on.

So I pulled out my gat and went yat yat yat. 

“Im down.” says Keeper Chadmyr, for he hadnt cracked any skulls in a long while. “Need some batting practice.” he said walking away from the High Keeper just after hearing the news of the Raguk clan’s crimes.

1 hour ago, nickrocky213 said:

 

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blood sweat and tears. so many tears.

22 hours ago, Zaerie said:

His luck was not meant to last, as a large band of his people abandoned the Kingdom after internal strife over the leaving of the Caunters. With many of his main confidantes gone, and his Kingdom on the decline, Edvard II took a step and ‘permanently’ abolished the title of King of Norland. 

“What the **** you brushed over my fathers death. The Caunters leaving crippled Dunharrow in part, but it was still very much alive. What truly dissolved Norland at the time was when High Keeper Aeyn, The Caunters, Ein, and Cassio were all found dead. Which left Edvard II with no council and thus he had to dissolve.” Chadmyr grumbled at the womans paper in a need to fruitlessly correct what was already done. “My memory might be failing me, but I remember the shouts and clamor of fighting well.”

1 hour ago, Tainted_ace said:

Ban Estrosa discovered and discovered his true purpose to serve his Majesty Halvar Edvardsson, King of the Highland Realm. The mercenary turned Knight then kneeled before the young king and vowed eternal loyalty to the throne.

Chadmyr Edvardsson Ruric turned to his cousin Halvar to ask the question “He kneeled!? He ******* KNEEELED?!???” @DAENGIE