Kevinblabla7

"Dont let me start raidig you shitheads again and empty ur armory" says Abdes

To mr. Charles 'the Bald'

I'd like to make a music video with you one day. Please contact me.

Xox,

Kevintheblablabla

You have one more uncle called Leo de Savin. And your Grandmother is missing, her name is Laila de Savin

"I remembah w'en t'is lad and 'is 'family' was homeless... Had to take 'em under Urguan..." Torvin would smoke his pipe. "Good toimes"

Only nation leaders can post

Type of Battle: Skirmish.

Proposed Tier: Tier 1

Date & Time: 8/6/17 | 3pm EST.

Side A: The Kingdom of Santegia + allies

Side B: The Principality of Veris + allies

Discord: Already in war chat

Location: Veris

Direct Area: https://i.gyazo.com/90d51745aed695ef894abec5d46d707c.png

Surrounding Area: https://i.gyazo.com/90d51745aed695ef894abec5d46d707c.png

Proposed Rules:

Standard server rules.

No unregistered allies.

No golden apples.

No one-day alts

Roleplay Section:

From dusk to dawn, an almost endless stream of men would pour against the border between the two nations. Abdes de Savin would examine from astride his horse, the long file of divisions that stretched as far as the eye could see; the valley and forest is filled with the throng of life, between the excited chatter of allies of Simian and Norlandic origin. In no small part, his own forces hold rank and file as their officers brief them on how they shall conduct themselves in the coming months..

He recalls the affronts upon his nation; the attempted murder of his beloved sister-in-law, Sussane de Castro. He recalls Verisian aggression upon his steadfast allies, and how they too refused to raise arms against the menace of the so called Principality of Veris. These were not forgotten; in fact, the winds of fate implied that these slights would be righted with the submission of the foul Jack the Puppeteer. And let’s not forget their dishonorable way of backing out all the treaties they made and agreed on. How they all just nullified it. This cannot go unnoticed.

The time for pondering had ended, Abdes would vanish into his command tent, for it is time for planning; soon the the march upon his enemy would be upon him. Pride swells in his breast upon the knowledge that the Kingdom of Santegia will march to victory again. It is time for justice again.

Even tho we got slapped hard, thx for wanting to do this. 

"OI BOI, REBELLION LADDEH!!" Torvin would slap his belly.

Letters Patent for the Issue of Membership, 1622

His Majesty, Abdessamad de Savin, King of Santegia, Prince of Evreux, Duke of Savinia, Eastbourne, Courland, Eruthos and Cascadia, Marqués of Valencia and Seville, Count of Veldin, Aleksandria, Riga, Westmark, Wett and Eastmark, Baron of Curonburg, Lord of Biscay and Mt. St. Tobias, Grand Knight of the Order of the Veldin, Sovereign of the Order of Eminence and Defender of the True Faith.

Recognises and acknowledges in full the contributions of his most loyal liegemen Frerir Irongrinder,  Horace Thassarion, and Gilondir Oronar Frostbeard, for their services to the Kingdom of Santegia and its people. As such, by the grace of God, he bestows upon them the Membership to the most honourable Order of Eminence. Accordingly, they are to enjoy the rights and privileges granted, to have and to hold the post-nominal letters of OM, of Our Kingdom of Santegia. 

Written in witness of God, by the King himself signed with his own hand, on the 7th of The First Seed, 1622.

"1500 each" says Abdes. "Maybe even 2

Letters Patent for the Issue of Status, 1622

His Majesty, Abdessamad de Savin, King of Santegia, Prince of Evreux, Duke of Savinia, Eastbourne, Courland, Eruthos and Cascadia, Marqués of Valencia and Seville, Count of Veldin, Aleksandria, Riga, Westmark, Wett and Eastmark, Baron of Curonburg, Lord of Biscay and Mt. St. Tobias, Grand Knight of the Order of the Veldin, Sovereign of the Order of Eminence and Defender of the True Faith.

Recognises and acknowledges in full the contributions of his most loyal liegemen Elias de Castro,  Gonzalo de Castro, and Romanos Palaiologos, for their services to the Kingdom of Santegia and its people. As such, by the grace of God, he bestows upon them the statuses of knighthood of the most honourable Order of the Veldin. Accordingly, they are to enjoy the rights and privileges granted, to have and to hold the style of the most Excellent, of Our Kingdom of Santegia. 

Written in witness of God, by the King himself signed with his own hand, on the 6th of Malin’s Welcome, 1622.

MC Name: Kevinblabla7

RP Name: Torvin Grandaxe

Race: Mountain Dwed!

Skype Name (For communication and rallying): ya got it

Do you have teamspeak? (You will need to be on teamspeak during battles): Yes

Timezone (EST, GMT, etc.): GMT+1

Professions: Breeder, Miner, Leatherworker

Have you been in the Legion before? If so, when: Since I was ah weeh lad and beardlin'

*Note: If you were in the Legion before you will be able to retain your rank.* Ah was Grand Marshal and King! Do I get to keep moh rank?

Do you swear loyalty to the reigning Grand King: Aye, ah guess.

Abdes would stand next to his ally and friend Frerir Irongrinder. He lets out a chuckle giving a nod to the orcish messenger. "Yub!"

Nic3, Sander is a good guy and would be good for the wiki team.

Plus uno

suure +1

You only told me to make a warclaim on a certain date and at that time I was busy with another war against Oren kek. If you didnt want a warclaim on that date then you should've just taken out your stuff when i made that eviction notice?? Or you dont decide to side with the enemy while you are deep inside my land????!??!

2 hours ago, Chorale_ said:

Klaus I de Savin chuckles as he hears that his uncle is being crowned a King, "Bahahaha, let's see how long this lasts," he bellowed out in laughter- "The House de Savin... Royalty, dear GOD this tickles me. I doubt he has a Capital City!" he exclaimed, speaking to his canine companion

This canine companion would snitch Klaus out telling everyone what he just said till it reached Abdes' ear. "Nobody likes him anyway, hes just a puppet and power hungry. He should be checked, his degenerate ways are unknown and very uncommon" said Abdes in his mind.

“I was offered 70k by Oren” - unknown Rider of the Mark mercenary

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“I gave them land and offered them help and this is how they repay me.” Abdes would grunt out sitting in the war room with all of his lords and commanders. “The Riders of the mark have betrayed the trust we’ve put in them.”  Romanos, a man who values honor the most of the group, would nod to this. “He dares to ask for money from us after all we have given to him and then yet he sides with our enemy! I say that we get rid of the group now.” He’d sit down again. Many others in the room would agree to this until Ser Elias of House de Castro stands up from his seat. “We have seen enough of war, can we not ask them to leave the lands peacefully?” The room became quiet again. Many people agreed to this too. Until Abdes would talk again. “I have indeed offered them this but they are acting like cowards and have decided to prepare themselves for war. They have started with fortifying their defenses and I say we cannot wait any longer.” The men in the room would all nod. “So be it, war again!” would the Marshal of Santegia, Lonan say.

The trebuchets on Castle Veldin would be prepared for the upcoming siege. Cavalry lead under the Holy Knight Romanos and Ser Elias. The main infantry lead by both Lonan and Abdes. The men would be rallied and they were ready for an assault on Fort Mark.

WARCLAIM

Tier Chosen (This cannot be changed after the first warclaim is held): 1

Type of battle: Siege

Date And Time: 22/7/2017 Saturday 3pm EST, 8pm GMT

Side A: Kingdom of Santegia + allies

Side B: Riders of the Mark

Location and boundaries:

Direct Area:

Surrounding area of battlefield for reference to location:

Terms of Victory

Side A: All defenders are killed or are forced underground. Attackers have to roll to see if the leader of side B has been captured.

Side B: All attackers are killed or driven from the battlefield. Defenders have to roll to see if the leader of side A has been captured.

Upon Victory For...

Side A: Kingdom of Santegia gains full control of the region. PRO is transferred to me

Side B: Kingdom of Santegia cannot go on an offensive campaign for 2 weeks. Riders of the Mark can call for a counter-attack

Rules

-  No status switching.

- All LoTC rules.

- No golden apples.

- No one day alts.

- If a side does not show they  forfeit.

-TNT enabled

-The Riders of the Mark can not modify their defenses after the posting of this warclaim.

-Only people on the side of the Riders listed on the screenshot may participate in the warclaim:

adopted me, loves me like a real father but abuses me a lot. I see no reason to not +1 this man.

“We have the better fighters.” - unknown Haenseti peasant

The sun set slowly upon the isle of Asul as the bodies of massacred Orenian soldiers begin to slowly rot, scavenged of all valuables already. A battle room is setup in the fort of trier, which was notably in a pristine condition. Abdes de Savin, Ser Elias de Castro, Artyom Ruric I, Grand King Gror Ireheart, Adalwulf Horen and Rex Kuntklobbera’Raguk begin to brainstorm their onward march and siege of the biggest city on all of Asul, Alexandria.

“This is it, we’re almost there..” spouts de Savin cheerfully to the room of leaders. “We will reclaim the Staunton capital and capture Asul.” Murmurs of agreement pivot around the room, Ser Elias de Castro grins, muttering the three words that would mark the beginning of the end “Prepare the trebs.”

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Tier Chosen (This cannot be changed after the first warclaim is held): Tier 1

Type of battle: Siege

Date And Time: Saturday, 15th of July, 3pm EST

Side A: Kingdom of Santegia + allies

Side B: Principality of Evreux + allies

Location and boundaries:

Direct Area:

Surrounding area of battlefield for reference to location:

Terms of Victory

Side A: All defenders are killed or are forced underground. Attackers have to roll to see if the leader of side B has been captured.

Side B: All attackers are killed or driven from the battlefield. Defenders have to roll to see if the leader of side B has been captured.

Upon Victory For...

Side A: Kingdom of Santegia gains control of all of Evreux’s regions on Asul. A warclaim on the Holy Orenian Empire can be made the week after, moving the front to the island of Tahn.

Side B: Kingdom of Santegia cannot launch an offensive campaign for two weeks. Principality can declare a counter attack.

Rules

-  No status switching.

- All LoTC rules.

- No golden apples.

- No one day alts.

- If a side does not show they  forfeit.

-TNT enabled

-The Principality of Evreux can not modify their defenses after the posting of this warclaim.

Unseen footage of Adalwulf pushing back the Orenian Hordes and giving courage to the men of the Coalition

And the fields ran red

        The sun kissed the sky, painting the clouds a bright orange as it crawled slowly from its slumber below the horizon. The Santegian siege camp was covered in a pious silence. Soldiers of the coalition mingled around campfires, completing the last of their pre battle rituals. The soft rasp of whetstone on steel could be heard as the armourers and smiths completed their final preparations. A great yellow and black stood in the middle of the camp, banners swaying lazily in the morning breeze. Within the commanders of the coalition stood about a table covered with maps and figures. A fierce argument was beginning to develop between the commanders. Abdes de Savin, a large imposing man with a face set deeply with the stress and worry of his campaign stood, beginning to speak. “The men of the Empire are few in number, we have the better fighters” he boldly declared a scornful sneer bolting across his features as he spoke. “We do not need to waste our time with elaborate preparations, let me take the Forlorn Hope forward. Our sappers can blow a breach using the dwarven charges then we can blow a hole in the walls and sack the place” He repeatedly slammed his hand on the table, highlighting his words with a loud thump. In response a stout dwarf exhaled heavily, the sigh cascading loudly though the room. The eyes of all within the command tent turned at the dwarf’s actions “Ye’ve abow as much experience wit siege cra’f as I ‘ave w’iv elfin trees” The gruff Dwed growled, fidgeting with his crown as his mud laden boots were propped on the table. “T’eh roight course ‘o action ‘ere is t’eh break down t’eh for w’iv our trebs, aye?”. The conversation wound on with voices rising higher and higher. Then A man clad in dark plate bearing the red and black of the Ash Guard slowly raised his hand for silence. The room fell to silence and all eyes turned towards the seated figure. “You are both wrong” the figure said, his voice barely above a whisper. Yet all in the chamber strained to hear his words. “They have prepared no siege weapons or defences of their own, they mean to sally out and meet us on the field”. The commanders looked about, realization dawning on their field, without a word they exited the command tent running over the old commands and formations that they had performed so many times before.

        The armies of the coalition marched in lockstep. The banners of Norland, Urguan, the War Nation and the Santegians flapping proudly in the wind as they marched to war in unison. The ranks of the coalition forces were filled with a wide variety of forces. From the drilled and uniformed forces of the Ash Guard and the Dwarven Legion, to the towering stature of golems and ologs, their long limbs slowly swinging as they moved ponderously forward towards the foe. Yet as the commanders of the coalition began to shout orders the army stopped as one. Standing resolute and unified in a single purpose. A great machine of war, its ranks filled with fledgling nations and old foes of the Empire, all prepared to wage war once more.

        Beyond the hills of the camp the brass horns of the Imperial armies blew proudly, the men of the coalition felt a shiver descend their spines as the memory of the old Empire, in the height of its glory was brought to the fore of their thoughts. The Imperial forces advanced, the thundering cadence of their hobnailed boots crushing the fields underfoot as they advanced in formation. The heraldry of the Imperial forces flapped proudly in the wind, banners and standards held by countless sergeants as they conquered the face of the known world. But that was in a different time, a different place. A time when the line of Dragons was strong and bold, now the dragons were devoid of wings, mere lizards in comparison to their ancestors of yore. As the glint of sunlight left the ranks of the Imperial forces the gaps began to show. The once great knights of the Empire were fewer in number than ever before, some relegated to mounting farm horses instead of the mighty steeds of old. Though the nobility and commanders of the Empire bored their plate and heraldry proudly, they did not move with the same confidence and ease of command as their predecessors. The infantry, no longer endless rank and file of pristine soldiers drilled and armoured to absolute perfection. Instead the ranks were filled with malnourished peasants garbed in old and damaged armours, their weapons bore signs of rust. The air was tinged with an air of sadness, this was not the mighty beast it had once been. Instead it was an ancient creature, brought low by sickness, famine and incompetence. Putting it out of its misery now would be nought but a mercy.

        The Keeper and his red garbed fellows stepped forth, each baring a massive ivory horn laden with runic marks and decoration. Upon their backs massive torches of primitive beauty were attached, the flames rising far over the heads of the holy men as they brought the great horns to their lips. The resulting blare was one of primitive force, rising from deep within the hearts and chests of the coalition the great army moved forward. The battle fervor rising in their lungs as they began to scream warcries. The ranks banged their blades on their shields, raising a cacophony of sound into the air. Then as if by some divine compulsion, the coalition broke ranks and charged. Fury and bloodlust filled them as they tore through the Imperial ranks as a scythe slices wheat. The Imperial battle line fell back, its rank and file on the cusp of breaking as Imperial officers barked at them to reformed hold the line. Screams and sobbing could be heard as the first wounded fell below the crush of battle. The scent of death filled the air as men soiled themselves and spent their innards in the dirt. The cavalry of the Empire attempted a flanking charge, yet the press of bodies was too great and their light steeds were repelled. With a final push the warriors of the Coalition broke through the Imperial line, shattering their forces into a route. As the last of the Imperial forces fled the field the banner of Santegia was hung, waving proudly from the heights of the formerly Imperial Keep. The fields had been sown with the seeds of death and the planting of the day had been heavy.

        As the sun set, the coalition forces began to take stock of their dead. The butchers bill had not been heavy yet every fallen man must be accounted for. As darkness wove its fingers over the land, casting dusk upon the coalition forces the strange red priests could be seen making their way among the ranks of the coalition. Their torches glinting off of the burnished red plate that they bore into battle. The Keeper stood, surrounded by a gathering of Ash Guard, Santegians and curious onlookers. “Children of the All Father”, the towering figure shouted, his voice booming over the ranks of those gathered. “You stand before us, bearing witness to the victory of the All Father over that being of stagnation that your canonist foes refer to as ‘god. Let us all give thanks that the light of the Father has guided us to yet another victory. Glory to the Father, the Flame, and the Ancestors the gathered men would shout banging their weapons and shields as they were consumed in zealous fervor.

        The day had been won, and the Imperium vanquished once more. The eyes of the coalition now turned towards the great city of Alexandria, once the seat of House Staunton, now rendered unto a shadow of what it once was.

(( All credits to Narthok <3))

Heists are in my opinion good right now. The first heist that was done on here by me and a few guys, which Harrison was overseeing, was all good looking at the amount of rp we've put into it and the way we would do it was all planned out well. What I think is that people should put more rp into heists.

A plus uno from me. Good man, works hard.. Deserves it.

22 minutes ago, Chorale_ said:

Klaus I de Savin, first born of Allaudin de Savin and nephew to Abdes receives the declaration from the newsstand of Aleksandria before running back off to wherever it is that he sought refugee from his intolerant family, then looking down to chuckle, "By GOD, I always knew that they were traitors. First, they backstab Lorraine, then they backstab Courland. They swear to Oren, only to backstab them in a damned coalition war. I wish that my father was still alive, he wouldn't put up with this tomfoolery." he stated with a sigh, "My uncle has destroyed once a powerful and graceful House. I suppose that I will have to suffer the consequences when this shitstorm is over. I will make it my duty to make sure that they do not get what they want... A dismantled human alliance -- A more united humanity, Oren- shall live on. I wonder if Loic has received the news, where is my brother?" he asked, looking up towards the night sky, then back towards the declaration, "Maybe it is time for me to come out of hiding, after all, it could do some good. I will pledge myself to what is right, but not to these rebellious fools." Klaus grimaced once more before laying the declaration down on the ground, trotting back off to his home somewhere deep in the woods.

Abdes would have an afterparty after the battle for Castell. Prince Gonzalo was given the honor to sing his own song where he started to sing about the disloyal and degenerate nephew of Abdes, Klaus. Next to him partying would be the old and grumpy Allaudin. "Good thing that you disowned him, right?" He laughs loudly, continueing to dance around as Elias starts doing his solo on the guitar. "Not be rude or anything, brother... But that was the most brain-dead person I've ever seen, and that he's even part of our family... Good thing he's a bastard." He'd say as they were joined by the wonderful 3 notable warriors who took on 15 northerners on their own. "Drink some good **** boios" He'd offer them some drinks going back to the party