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The First Morsgrad Hearthmoot

Issued by Godric of Morsgrad on behalf of the H.H.C en absentia de H.K during the winter of 1732
(OOC: Friday September 13^th 9PM EST)

To my fellow servants of the Father. Be you Keeper, or Hearth Keeper. The increasingly apparent void in the High Hearth Council must be rectified. For too long has our faith lacked the guidance of a High Keeper. A lantern in the dark to guide us all amidst the storms of sin burdening the mortal realm. All keepers are called to gather at the Morsgrad Hearth Temple to discuss faith business. The following shall be discussed.

I. Election of a new High Keeper

II. The state of the Order of Purifiers

III. Determining the Hearth Keeper of the Morsgrad Hearth

IV. Establishing the Fatherist Seminary of Morsgrad

V. Establishing a schedule of Fatherist Services

INVITATIONS

To Keeper ALIFER AMICE of Nordengrad we request your presence at the Hearthmoot 

To Keeper SOLVI FARETTO of Dunharrow we request your presence at the Hearthmoot

To Keeper ELLENORE of Nordengrad we request your presence at the Hearthmoot

To Keeper SEPTIMUS of Nordengrad we request your presence at the Hearthmoot

To Keeper GODRIC of Morsgrad we request your presence at the Hearthmoot

To Keeper GARETH of Dunharrow we request your presence at the Hearthmoot

To Keeper TYR FARETTO of Dunharrow we acknowledge your absence on pilgrimage

To Keeper LORIEN VOLAREN of Nordengrad we request your presence at the Hearthmoot

PENNED BY

Godric of Morsgrad

EN NAMEN DE

The H.H.C en absentia de H.K

The First Morsgrad Elections

Issued by Edvard I, confirmed by H.H.C en absentia de H.K  during the winter of 1732

(ooc: Friday September 13^th 8PM EST)

Seeking an Alder of the Grandburgh

With the Grandburgh of Mordsgrad nearing completion it is becoming increasingly apparent that the Grandburgh will need a competent administrator to handle daily affairs on behalf of the Thorned Crowned. The responsibilities of the Mordsgrad Alderman are as follows. 

I. The sale and upkeep of homes owned by the crown to prospective settlers. 

II. The collection of taxes and tithes of the Grandburgh

III. Managing the stewards of the Grandburgh

IV. Upkeep and supplying the defences of the Grandburgh

V. Providing an annual report of Burgh affairs and news to the collective Chieftains council

VI. Keeping a record of all residents, their citizenship status and their homes. 

The Alder will be compensated for their labours with a salary of sixty Nordish Marks per year. The Alders term shall last four years at which point another election shall take place. Only Nordish citizens may vote. For those seeking office, please make an appropriate speech in the public square

Seeking a Chieftain for the clanless

As the Throne privileges all citizens with representation upon the Chiefsmoot. The lack thereof in regards to the clanless must be rectified posthaste. To that end the clanless commons must, from their own ranks select a chieftain to speak on their behalf. The candidate preferably being an elder male.

It is worth noting that only citizens who are without a clan or clan ties may vote for a Chieftain of the Freemen. All candidates must of course be Fatherists, Citizens and Residents of the demesne. The responsibilities of the Chieftain of the Freemen are as follows.

I. The communication of Freemen interests and concerns

II. The defence of Freemen if requested in judicial matters

III. To steward the clanless, ensuring acceptable moral behaviours and social conformity.

Penned By

Godric of Morsgrad

En Namen De

The Thorned Crown and the Chiefsmoot of Morsgrad

31 minutes ago, Kaelan said:

Lyemar Aureon begins to pop popcorn to view the war in the savanna from on top of the tall trees in Irrinor

Lorien would stumble upon the fellow elf, a bow slung over his shoulder and arrows snuggly in their quiver on his hip.

“ah, I see another eagerly awaits the slaughter” he’d say as he raised the bow from his shoulder, plucking it a few times ready to take a few shots into the mass.

“who you got mina on? Personally I think there won’t be a single orc leaving that battle without moistened toes” he’d say with a slight chuckle.

Registry Form

Name: Godric

Branch: Edvardsson

Line of Descent: Godric from Aeyn from Exander, from Arthas, from Beo, from Edvard, from Thoromir

 

Registry Form

Name: Alaric

Branch: Edvardsson

Line of Descent: Alaric from Edvard II, from Exander, from Arthas, from Beo, from Edvard, from Thoromir

The Holy Rurikid Registrar

Ensuring an accurate record of the Holy lineage and its membership

Letters have been sent to all Ruriks known to the Edvardssons by way of Exander. However for those unknown to the Mordsgrad Ruriks and the High Hearth. It is asked that a registry form be provided to them. Those who are not registered within a year of this documents publication shall not be considered Rurik. Those Rurik not dwelling in Mordsgrad, on pilgrimage or at odds with the Mordsgrad Ruriks need not fear bias nor exclusion by the Hearth. All pious and patrilineally blooded Ruriks are to register at soonest convenience regardless of worldly affairs.

The Holy Institution of the High Hearth shall register every claimant of the Holy blood to ensure the absence of false Ruriks and to accurately record the lineage. To that end it is requested that all those who believe they are of the Holy Blood make themselves known to the Keepers of the Holy Hearth. That they may be added to the official record of the blood in descendance from Thoromir I to the days of modernity.

To remind all. To claim Rurikid once must be able to patrilineally trace descendance back to the first of the blood, Thoromir. Those who have a mother of the blood cannot claim Rurik. Nor can those who have renounced the Father, the Hearth or been declared anathema. These unholy Notruri or Ashes have no claim to Rurik.

Known branches and sub branches.

Edvardssons

-By way of Exander

-By way of Caunter (thought to be extinct)

-By way of Thoromir II (thought to be extinct)

Freysson

-By way of Alvar (thought to be extinct)

Eiriksson

-By way of Rorik

-By way of Rosik

-By way of Ashton (thought to be extinct)

Registry Form

Name:

Branch:

Line of Descent:

Penned by

Godric Edvardsson Ruric

En Namen de

The High Hearth Council

A Response to an Incompetent Academic

A demonstration of gross error

( @lev @EdwardM )

To synthesize your thesis, you believe that the Nordish people are comprised of excessive zeal tempered by insufficient discipline. To substantiate this claim you offer no examples or evidence of Nordish routs in battle. Your chief conflict which masquerades as evidence being the Avar conflict. A war occurring centuries ago. Let us for the sake of history examine the happenings therein from our perspective as well as yours.

The battle of the whale comprised of the Nortruppen led by Thomas Eiriksson Ruric in the name of his father, the incumbent Earl of Ostavar Sven Eiriksson Ruric. In addition the skilled men of the dreadlands marched with there as well. Bearing the gleaming gold leafed cuirass of the finest warriors ever to grace the mortal realms.

It was these men, who hearing of Thomas's desperately foolhardy mission to plea his Father's case before the Emperor set out to save him. Knowing the heart of their prior liege. Hearing his screams as he was brutally tortured within the depths of the Emperor's own castle they descended. Without thought to life or limb. Four warriors crashed the palace gates. Their coming heralded by smoke and flame. There they slew every man who drew blade. Causing the Emperor to flee (as he would do many more times) leaving his men, outnumbering the foe ten to one. To die. It was this great outrage that sparked the ire of Sven. That his heir had been abused so after many tired and thankless years of service. Thus it was war.

Yet the Empire of Vailor was not the monolith its scholars pretend it to be. The majority of its levies being offered by minor  houses. Namely Ruric and Staunton. For none of the more favoured vassals could match them in rally. There Thomas, knowing the heart of the Haensemen, who had unjustly raided his home whilst he was a vassal. To no response, reprimand or justice from the Emperor (a common theme perhaps?). Sailed to Courland, to break bread and make words with a man who by vassals duty should have killed him on sight. There he met the High Staunton. And [vege] knowing the fate that was to come on his people, unfavoured as he was vowed to sail with the sons of Avar.

On the day of the whale that oath was broken. The word of every Staunton from that day until the final day made ash and smoke in the eyes of the Nordish. Outnumbered beyond the counting still the Nordish charged. Beating back the levies of their oppressors. The deadly skill of the Dreadmen playing out countless times that day. As they stood, bruised, exhausted, wounded to the point of collapse. Then came the Nauzican. Breaking the lines and slaughtering the survivors. Having waited past the real fighting and dying. 

Some few survivors returned to Seahelm. And so that city was burned. Countless women and children put to the sword. Where was the cowardice of our people here good professor. Where was our rout at the breaking of the wild charge. The nortruppen a unit almost excessively drilled and disciplined. But I digress. Let us look to other Nordish conflicts perhaps we can find what you seek there.

Yes, let us then speak of the Krag. That great bastion broken only by internal strife as it was invaded for the third time. Its lords renouncing the All Father. Clearly its fall was a punishment from the divine. Perhaps Ruriksgrad or Nordengrad? The records hold of a vicious defence with the wholesale slaughter of an entire generation of our people. Yet the Nordish stood. The Nordish fought. And the Nordish died. Again no signs of rout. Perhaps if you spent less time absorbed in your own self aggrandisement you would study all sources of the history and people whom you seek to analyze and criticize. 

Let us then speak of the Dragons war. That great meaningless conflict. Spilling so much blood so that nothing yet everything could change. But the post war decline of Renatus or Cascadia is a discussion for another time. Rather, let us engage in the war itself. When the rebel Emperor of Marna stood seeking to take by pen what had been gotten by sword. All these opportunistic vassals fled the banner of their liege. The pathetic nay, the womanly act of Antonidus, 'releasing' his vassals after he had been deposed by his own privy. A pathetic legal facade. Yet once more the Nordish stood resolute. Outnumbered, facing almost certain defeat we alone held to our oaths. And after the first battle of the bridge. Proceeded to smash these vaunted 'Imperials' you now fellate over and over in service of our Renatian lords. When these 'imperials', consorted with the dark alf to bypass our defences. Sieging Helena directly. We stood beside our Renatian brothers in arms, along with the valiant high alf and orkin. There we shed blood, defending another's city with our very lives. Not a soul broke. Several of our own were named heroes of the realm you've now inherited. Namely one elderly Keeper Amice and a young Freysson. He who stood amongst the final four, having slaughtered the invaders back to back with his countryman, before the old man was knocked unconscious. We stood, we fought, we died, we won.

Beyond this, for some reason you contrast us and the half-men with the armies of Kaedrin. A martial people certainly. But a proper Kaedrin nation prior to the current iteration has not existed for some centuries now. And have engaged in no real campaigns of note for a similar length of time. We've no ill will for the modern Kaedreni but they remain untested and unproven in war. To choose them over the Renatian as the pinnacle of warfare is an exercise not only in historical revisionism but in grand delusion. 

You embarrass yourself with your faulty, clearly partisan scholarship. And should be ashamed. Your claims sourced from nothing more than biased anecdote. Your conclusions are what you wish them to be rather than what is. The Nordish people served the Renatian empire with noted decoration. And once we had done our duty we departed. Hoping to find a long pursued reprieve from endless heartland nay, from 'imperial' wars. 

Were you a properly read scholar you would have cited the Nordish of the 18 year war period. One of the more primitive periods wherein they served as coastal raiders against Imperial settlements along the northern coast of the southern continent. Even then your conclusion would remain false.

The Nordish are an ancient people. Of the extant houses and peoples. It is we who have persevered the centuries. Never fleeing to misted continents, always reforming. As a people the Nordish are passionate beyond measure. Their philosophy dictating they live life rather than merely exist in the fashion of livestock waiting to be culled by death. More oft than naught this obstinate, uncompromising passion had led to their folly. Alienating allies, engaging with foes far more numerous. Yet to be 'less than women' to as you insinuate be cowards should they fail the first clash. Slanderous and untrue. Even in the eyes of our innumerable foes and detractors. 

Retract your thesis. You embarrassment to the historian's craft.

To the Esteemed Gentlemen of the Imperial Academy 

It seems by unfortunate error a buffoon has taken up residence in your organization. His credentials surely mistaken, or perhaps he has ventured beyond his realm of expertise. I, an amateur scholar hope to see this individual reprimanded if not expulsed. Lest the quality of his publications reflect upon the esteem of you and your organization. With the embarrassing display of Sergius, in submitting so totally to a nonhuman. Let us not further degrade the reputation of man in academia.

Yours truly,

Penned by

Godric of Mordsgrad, occasionally reader of history books

Alaric would wonder if Norland were included in the “Highlander Realms”

The First Writ of Mordsgrad

Contents

I. Regarding the Doranites and False Rurikid

II. The Position of Mordsgrad in regards to the Empire

III. The Confines of Mordsgrad

IV. Relation of the Nordish Realm to All Parties

I.  Regarding the Doranites and False Rurikid

It has, by the wisemen of Kaedrin been brought to our attention that there are brigands claiming Rurikid blood. The corpse of one of these lawless men being brought to the foot of our own Granburgh in search of questions. Upon investigation two crucial facts were discovered of this corpse. Firstly, the corpse bore green eyes, a trait alien to our bloodline despite his supposed claims to ‘Ruric’. Furthermore upon his brow he bore a circlet not of bronze, iron nor thorns, But of gold, an adornment forgone by the highborne of our folk. 

We of Hearth and Throne do suspect that these folk are associated with the Rurik exile by the name of Doran. Distant cousin of the now almost passed. Freysson branch of the Rurikid. The Freysson blood having been thought to breathe its last during the Dragon’s war. Alvar, chieftain of that ancient clan slain by brigands whilst he was at drink. His children taken by disease and miscarriage. Of that line few remain. Yet none of these still breathing have made themselves known to us. Thus we make it known that these false Ruriks bear no relation to our realm. Their claims extinguished by olde law. They are not of the folk. Particularly this now expired fellow by the name of ‘Jon Ruric’

II. The Position of Mordsgrad in regards to the Empire

 I am sure, as whispers of our reformation have filtered throughout the realms of man the question has oft been raised. ‘What of the Rurikid?’. A fair query when viewed through the lens of our tumultuous history. We Nordish who remain, veterans of the Dragon’s war, heirs to naught but diaspora and exile. We do not forget. The only Nordish realm that still bears a Hearthfire is known to us as Mordsgrad. At its helm sit the lineage of Edvard. To those ignorant of our blood this likely means nothing. We do not seek war, we do not seek oaths, we do not seek friend, nor partner in trade. We seek peace, to dwell in our solitude, to raise our children in our chosen home, to worship our God. When my uncle Thoromir II took oaths to Aurelius to us he guaranteed our Faith. When Alvar swore oaths to Antonius preceding the Dragon’s war. To us he guaranteed our faith. When we shed our blood on southern fields. Lost brothers, sons, daughters for southern wars. We guaranteed our faith. Yet, having seen far too much of war and bloodshed in the bloody horrors of Helena. We surrendered our land and dissolved our ancient titles. Seeking peace, seeking distance from the webs of heartland life. 

Once more the winds of war stir the hearts of southern lords. Once more blood is shed by those who share an Empire of Oren. In the past, Emperors desperate for obedience, for stability have scapegoated our people. Some justified some not. Drawing from the shed blood of the Nordish folk. The power to fear blades from the dark. To spend a life looking over one’s shoulder. Fearing one’s own brothers. I digress. We, the Nordish do not seek war. From us there shall be no raids, no choking of the roads, no venturing south. The Empire of Oren shall see no hostility from us. But we are tired of the ways of the heartland man. We shall see no part in it.  

III. The Confines of Mordsgrad

We lay claim to those lands north of the neck. That bridge between the greenlands and the frozen dunes and fjords of the frozen isle. Those frozen lands north of the neck shall henceforth be referred to as the Northmarch territory. This territory shall be held as the exclusive and independent demesne of the Lord of the Nordish Granburgh. Referred to previously as ‘Mordsgrad’, administered from ‘The Rock’. Over this demesne we retain exclusive privilege to levy fyrd, tax and exploit the minerals, game, and lumber.

IV. Relation of the Nordish Realm to All Parties

In reference to all realms, great or small that populate the face of Arcas. We of the Nordish realm shall exist in a state of non-aggression and non-intervention with all nations. We are not interested in trade agreements. Merely treaties of non-aggression. Those who visit with good intentions and calm words shall be treated fairly. Those seeking conflict will be met with intolerance. 

Penned by

Godric Edvardsson

En Namen De

Edvard Edvardsson

10 minutes ago, FlamboyantTyrant said:

I don’t personally mind banditry so long as it’s interactive and not just low tier “give loot or die” rp. Jumping right to some 1-emote *stab after halting someone to initiate combat is low quality and not something we should be tolerating in regards to villainy. In my opinion, if you’re going to loot someone maiming/roughing someone up rather than killing is better.

This is nice and all, but generally when it comes to the bandit side of the RP most bandits are trying to get in and out as quickly as possible to avoid a meta rally. You tend to learn quick from the first time someone stops responding or starts to take forever to respond and suddenly you're surrounded by half a city to go for the kill quick to not give them the chance. As for leaving the person alive I half agree with this. The point of being a bandit is to be a villain, and for most bandits the goal is to either “get rich” or “get kills” if I were just a thief I wouldn't try to confront anyone in the first place. The issue with letting someone live is the risk of your identity being given away, the more people who get a look at you the more detailed a description of you can be made and the quicker you’re likely to get killed yourself.

There’s a responsibility placed upon both sides in bandit encounters and I tend to see most of the blame for the rise in quick “give loot now die” encounters placed upon the bandits whilst the people who get bandited and take it to ooc slinging insults and making the whole experience un-enjoyable just get passed over. I no longer bandit but near the end of my time I just wanted to get the encounter over with to not deal with the ooc crying.

24 minutes ago, Elennanore said:

“I can’t read.” She says.

Lorien would explain the parchments contents to the woman through the medium of sock puppetry as slowly and most certainly inefficiently as possible.

Lorien would wonder if his frog cart had been spared.

10 minutes ago, IZipZapManI said:

New conflict blacklist system that’s been developed and will be released soon. Report conflict that you believe is fueled by OOC, is toxic, or generally contain poor emotes. 

Players already had an issue with how VBs were given out, and how vague some of the reasoning for their VBs being given were. All this is is an even more encompassing VB with even vaguer conditions for being given. I don’t see this new system not being abused and numerous players being CB’d over a bad emote or someone crying that they’re being attacked for being an ass in rp, claiming its “oocly driven” and staff just dropping the hammer without consulting the other party involved as has become the norm with VB’s.

I honestly don’t know how staff expect players being in control will suddenly make everyone cooperate when players haven’t even been able to cooperate when staff were enforcing them to. This whole “people will naturally respect each other” mentality is nonsense and all that this change in rules will do is get rid of any consequences people used to have to face for being shitters in rp. Before if you were an ******* you’d get raided, now if someone’s an ******* you get to just watch **** be flung at you as you wait for a nation leader to give you permission to attack their people they’re supposed to be protecting. I don’t ever see a Nation leader consenting to any sort of war with any real consequence, who would willingly put their necks on the line? All this will do is allow players to harass each other in rp and rest easy knowing that they can’t be touched.   

--posting on behalf of someone who has an agreement with Fireheart that they are allowed to do this.--

Everybody Hurts, Sometimes

The flames of Dunharrow flickered gently in the crisp evening air. Two men sat on the cobbles of the Dunharrow Monastery. Both tall with shoulders more befitting scholars than warriors. Yet both clad in arms and armour, bearing many scars from the countless battles they had fought. Despite their relative youth. The silence between the two was broken “Aeyn” muttered the younger of the two, “I feel that my path has strayed. I cannot make amends but where we are is certainly no home for us” he’d say “Could the Caunter curse be true, could we be followed by death?” he’d utter turning and gazing deep into the flames of the Temple’s hearth. Titling his head bacak the masked priest chuckled shaking his head “The burdens of leadership my child. Every decision you make is wrong, some are just the least wrong”. He’d say sombrely his eyes turned downward as his fingers would nimbly play over the filigreed surface of his staff. “Ours in an ancient house, spanning the centuries it has not been others that were our folly. But ourselves. Over and over again we’ve slaughtered and betrayed our own blood. Mayhaps our blood is a cursed blood” he’d sigh silence once more embracing the monastic alcove.

Emerging from the shadows stepped a tall man, clad in the furs and mail of a Nordish warrior he let fly a bolt aimed for the young Caunter. The bolt thudded into the calf of the young warrior, embedding itself deeply in his flesh as he’d cry out in pain,. Surging to his feet the armoured priest would roar, his flaming staff casting sparks and smoke about him as he’d rise “NOT IN MY TEMPLE YOU SUBHUMANS” he’d scream, the primal rage of old taking his veins. How dare they violate the guestright, how dare they taint hallowed grounds. Yet more and more of them slunk from the shadows, Nordishmen and mercenaries alike approached with deadly intent, the tabards of Silversteed, of Rorik, of Rosik all present.

“Step away from the traitor, Aeyn” they said, pleadingly “We do not want to kill you”. Yet he would not be swayed. Facing down his companions, his kin, his battle brothers the priest stood. His chin raised arrogantly against his own doom “Any man that harms these men further will incur bloodfeud with the Edvardsson” He’d croak “But your sins to the Father, these cannot be forgiven by me, grovel before the Father and beg for his forgiveness” he’d continue his voice even and low. From beyond came the sounds of nailed boots, the tavern having emptied at the shouting. The banners of Caunter and a collection of townsfolk arrived. Chief amongst them Ein and Cassio. Briefly assessing the situation they drew blades and set forth, intent on subduing those who would break sacred law, who would draw weapons on hallowed ground in violence.

Without further words battle was joined, the outnumbered defenders swiftly subdued by the assassins. The bannermen of Caunter secured as Aeyn and Ein were pulled to their feet. Once more they limped to stand before Landry Caunter. “You will have to kill me if you wish to kill this man” The wounded priest would cough. The Caunter bannermen were dragged to the center of the room, limp and unconscious. And in the center of the Temple, each was slaughtered like an animal. A brute, efficient slash to the throat. Then their limp still oozing bodies were cast aside, like refuse.

“Perhaps we should depart” muttered Vladimyr, clad in the Rosiik colours, he’d look about uncomfortably fiddling with the Fatherist token strung about his neck. It in turn splattered in the blood of his fellow Fatherist. His fellows ignored him, pressing forward to slay Landry, yet shielded by the wounded yet resolute defenders of the Temple. Once more battle was joined, the warsong echoing about the high walls of the monastery. Blade on blade, steel on steel. Screams filled the night as men were butchered in the cramped confines of the monastery. Each in turn adding to the cacophony of war, the symphony of death. Aeyn, locked in battle with an imperial legionnaire. Cast them down, bleeding heavily before Vladimyr Rosik slid his blade through his back. Flow of battle seemed to slow as all would watch the man fall, his body rent from abuse. His flaming staff falling from his hands and clattering to the cobbles. The High Keeper was dead, slain by his own kin. Betrayed by his own brothers in arms. Truly a befitting death for a Ruric.

As Aeyn fell his heart was filled with regret and sorrow. He had failed. To spread the faith, to defend his young nephew and grand nephew. To build a Norland worth having. His defiance, his stubbornness, his honour had cost him his life. Yet as his lifeblood leaked from his body all his achievements meant nothing. His young sons, mere children not yet having seen ten winters would be orphans. Their mother long gone. His brother would be left bereft of his council, his kingdom still enmeshed in war. His close friends Solvi and Tyr Faretto would never again grace his ears with their laughter, their bickering, the heartening cries of their children. “Farewell” he’d mutter, closing his eyes one last time. Thus, death took him.

Some cried out in horror as they watched the once vital man fall, others simply remained silent. Coming to turns with the gravity of their actions. To slay traitors was one thing, to sin, but to slay the High Keeper. Such could not be so easily forgiven. The temple defenders were each in turn bound. Landry struggling mightily to touch the corpse of his adopted father one last time, tears streaming down his cheeks. Yet before he could, he we dragged away. All resistance gone as the cooling corpses faded from view. Then, as  his clanfolk and his uncle before him. His life was cut short. William of Silversteed denying him his right of last words as he would slaughter the bound man with his blade. So death took Landry of Caunter.

Returning to the hall the murderous band noticed Ein, chancellor of Norland and friend of Aeyn. Though both arm and foot were bound, he crawled with his chin. Desperately trying to be near Aeyn one last time before his own death. With tears streaming down his eyes he’d manage to rest his forehead on the chest of his beloved battle brother. The band would look about arguing amongst themselves whether or not the defenders should be slain, they could serve as witnesses, feudsmen for the future. So long as they lived there would be no peace. One by one they uttered their assent first William of Silversteed, releasing a brief “Aye” then the Vladimyr uttering a quiet “nay” followed by the legionary and the mercenary each in turn uttering “Aye”, So it was decided. Then almost lazily the legionnaire turned piercing the back of Ein’s skill with their blade as they wept atop the chest of their slain companion. So death took Ein of Yaander. Then, the cold eyes of the band turned to Cassio. “Put me with Aeyn” he said coldly, his eyes like daggers rending the soul of each murderer. So he was lain next to the now cool body of Aeyn, and his throat was unceremoniously slit. His blood leaked onto the saturated cobbles of the monastery, quickly becoming sticky as the violence settled. So death took Cassio of Dunharrow. And it was done.

OOC:

You can’t just enforce a rule that isn’t stated anywhere relevant, or available for players to access. Justifying said enforcements with possibility of future addition to the rules shouldn’t be allowed either as they at the time of the action were not written rules.

Mini was allowed to be on the road up to the gate as the city was off cooldown, they had an hour to make a modreq to raid as you are allowed to camp non CD cities up to their gate which I believe the party would have done should a raid actually happen. Unfortunately a player had just appeared there a minute after arrival so they attempted to bandit them outside the city, something that doesn’t need a modreq.

Ive linked all the rules that apply in this situation in previous reply’s.

4 hours ago, Pun said:

Good Morning 

 

 So while i was not involved in the moderation of the events mentioned as i was offline, but i will comment on the matter of copy and paste emotes. 

 

So with copy and paste emotes while allowed, it should be noted that repeat use of the same emotes over and over is poor roleplay. 

 

There is no issue about pretyping emotes and using them once or twice while halting people, i understand fully how difficult halts can be otherwise. In this case from the information given to me, this user has used the same halt emote several times.  

so to conclude, yes copy and paste emotes are allowed as long as they aren't used over and over, and are good emotes. I will though make a suggested rule edit regarding copy and paste emotes being allowed and terms around this. 

 

Pun

  

My issue with this is that there is nothing stated within the rules that blatantly says this. The only rule that could maybe be justified as an example of a broken rule being the “common sense” rule though in this situation the player in question is relatively new, and “common sense” is subjective at best when you’re apart of a community made up from people all over the world.

If people are to be punished for using copy and paste emotes too much that should be added as an explicitly stated rule. Otherwise you get into situations like this which seem to keep happening cause players feel like staff are just interpreting rules however they want, or even just making and enforcing them on the spot.

13 minutes ago, Jaeden said:

I just had a gander at the video evidence then. There was 1 copy-pasted emote, and Keaton was given about 1.5 seconds (maybe nearing 2 if you push it) to respond to this emote before Ministaf started PvPing him.

 

That’s **** banditry.

Rule 6.1 under “Server Rules” states 

§6.1     Sufficient roleplay is required for mechanics-combat.

○      Halting is not sufficient roleplay, the attacker must be close to the person and make an emote, trying to stop them.

○      If the person ignores the roleplay and continues moving they can be downed, revived and the RP resumed, if they run once more they may be executed.

○      An example of a sufficient emote for this purpose can be found here.

In the Example given the emote is structured with an action, then a statement, then another action exactly as Ministaf did in his emote. While I agree 1-2 seconds sounds a bit hasty I think it is safe to presume Keaton had no intent on stopping as you can see him try to sprint up the walk way in the video. 

Over all a ban for this was too much for a relatively new player who should have been reminded of the rules and sent off.

5 minutes ago, Boruto said:

“Everyone does it, so it must be okay.”

haha..

That’s not the point of this post, the point is that copy and pasting emotes doesn't break any clearly stated rules. If anything players running through a group of people who “realistically” would have been able to stop them if we didn't have to type to speak goes against the 5^th paragraph under Server Rules which states ●     Please keep in mind that roleplay is a double-edged sword. You are expected both to provide interactive roleplay in situations that are unfavorable to others and in situations that are unfavorable for you or your character for the good of the game.
 

9 minutes ago, Tofuus said:

 

Reading paragraph 2 of raid rules = predicting the future. Yikes

While it is true you have to do a modreq before raiding there is also the 4^th paragraph under “General Rules” in the Raid rules which states If the nation is not on cooldown, you may camp for 1 hour at most per day without raiding. This includes camping roads leading up to City Gates. ]  Ministaf and co had just arrived and the cities CD had ended today which allowed them to camp the road up to the city gate, which is where they were for about a minute before being punished. There’s a video of it happening though ill let someone who has it post it if its needed.

1 hour ago, L0rdLawyer said:

They use the same emote, over and over. When I was a GM, i punished the reivers often for it because I'd watch them bandit one kid with a simple halt emote and I gave them credit for it. It was a nice touch. Then I saw them use the same emote on another kid. Then another. And another. I had seen them use this emote on 4 kids in one day. Then the next day, it was the same emote all over again. That's when I put my foot down.

 

Maybe if you guys didnt do **** copy paste drop your goods and die rp with the same emotes all day long, it wouldn't be a problem. 

 

Main point. Dont use the same emote over and over. That's the issue. 

Honestly as long as the emote is descriptive, and well written I don’t see why it should matter. There aren’t too many ways to describe unsheathing a blade and telling someone to stop.

500 for #2

55 minutes ago, argle-bargle said:

"I can't be positive, but with this writ which means nothing...surely that implies some stayed behind and live somewhere, right?"

 

 Exander Ruric would let out a sigh as he sat on his bed, his feet keeping him rooted to the floor. “I just don’t want my families name drug through the dirt anymore... I have watched the downfall of this house with my own eyes over my many years, playing a part in it admittedly...” the old man would say, his voice catching.

”This is for young Thalens sake... you cannot raise him a Ruric as you nay lived as a Ruric. Raise the lad a Mournstone and spare him the hatred that comes with the name of Ruric.”

Burning of a Branch

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Exander Ruric sat up at his desk in thought as the sounds of his wife, and childrens steady breaths broke the nights silence. A pale candlelight cast dancing shadows across the aged man's weathered and worn features. The lonely breaths only being joined by the light clank of a feathered pens insertion into an inkwell as the man was finally ready to put his thoughts, and final decision to paper.

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Writ of Disownment

With the tragic, and much too soon passing of my son Thoromir I wished to keep in good relation with my grandchildren. However I cannot simply look past the actions of the House of Mournstone who currently hold custody of my grandchildren. Knowing that the caretakers, and family of my grandchildren activity fought against, and went under those who sought to destroy my people saddens me. I cannot rest easy knowing my blood will be raised by enemies of our people, and possibly used against me.

With a heavy heart I, Exander Edvardsson Ruric, Chieftan of the Edvardsson bloodline and the House of Ruric declare the children of my son Thoromir II Ruric, and Valencia Mournstone be stripped of the name of Ruric. They are to be cast from the blood of Edvard and their connection to the herald severed.  

Writ en Namen De

Exander Edvardsson Ruric, Chieftain of the Edvardssons, Keeper of the Faith, Bearer of the Herald's Blood

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Exander let out a light sigh, sitting back in his chair as his eyes bore holes through the parchment before him. He felt his chest tighten as he overread it once more, his fingertips brushing over Thoromirs name on the parchment as his calm eyes were filled with dread.

“My dear boy…” he’d say to himself, his head lowering to the table as he remembered years past. His vision clouding as he remembered his once youngest, how he smiled, how he played, and the greatness he had grown into.

“I wished so much more for you… you deserved better…” he would say in a hushed tone, recollecting himself as he prepared to write more copies.

Much of what the tired man had wanted to write was withheld, it was easier to keep it simple and to the point. Standing from his chair he’d slowly walk to the door, opening it slowly to not disturb those who slept. In the cover of night Exander would nail the papers on the posts that lined the roads of Atlas from Nordengrad to Haense. The man would return to his home with his new family just as dawn broke, returning to his place in the bed, his tired body welcoming a good rest.

Astolfo Rosiere scratches his head “who... who is this?”

An Elfess raises her hand “2500!”

Kanna Yaander rips her badge from her uniform, tossing it to the ground. The Sheriffs badge being crushed beneath her boot as she walked away from the huts of Nordengrad, shaking her head. “The Clan of Yaander does not recognize this new group as Norland. With no recognized Ruric king or leader the Clan of Yaander will not be renewing their vow.”

Kanna would pull her bandana tight, following Robin.