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Nottingham will be present to make sure your children are baptized.

Denis looks upon the filthy walls of Helena in disgust,as the city bears nothing but sin within it’s pagan walls

“Oren is most clearly a hive of heathens”

“Ser Denis ‘The Quick Blade”

16th of the Grand Harvest, 1765

Prelude

Hail to you those children of Horen who have been led astray, I dare say this is although the most precarious of events. It is but few times in history in which the church is challenged, yet there has been none to which I may recall in which either side truly had the lord upon their side.  I, Ser Denis the Quick-Blade, take pride in what I write today for God wills what I scribe as he leads my quill.

☩ And He has made me blessed wherever I am | Blogus 19:31 ☩

I.

 An ignorant church

1. A pontiff is powerful in but only name, he holds none to speak to god, how may such lead the supposed flock of the lord? A man born of sin, raised in the same, and then proceeds to lead it through the manipulation of frail minded men?  The lord has not chosen you, but your peers have do you state in this blissful ignorance that God is not existent in the choice of his vicar? You are an affront of the almighty, and you are most certainly heathens. You as well claim you choose amongst yourselves who the vicar of god is yet, a fat king who sits on a throne created from the toil of fleepers supercedes such choices? Is this man above God? I tell you no, no to all of these questions I have asked, for the lord makes it clear to his most pious! And you are most certainly not of God’s chosen!

2. You state the most pious of the lord’s flock choose amongst themselves who may be the vicar of God almighty, yet do you even know who the true lord is? You state he is exalted, he is almighty, he is above all without peer yet his name is unbenounced to you, if one without context was to see such an ignorant flock, he would most certainly call you fleepers.  I tell you, the lord, the exalted, the almighty, GOD, he bears one name above all, King John. He is the lord and GOD, creator of existence, and to state such another is simply heathenism. 

II.

 A scripture of fallacies

1. On the matter of how the lord almighty spoke to the first men & aenguls, it is stated that he spoke flexian. Yet this is most certainly incorrect, as the lord in his eternal wisdom is fluent in all, and he is said to have spoken however exclusively mingespeak to the first men, and fleepish to the aenguls. The lord is wise for they have learned the message of God, in their native tongues as we may recall the scripture in native mingespeak to this day in its pure unadulterated form in the Nottinghamic bible. Yet in the 4 scrolls of canonism, they in this modern day are read in common tongue which is a diluted & degraded speech from that of the first men, and the language may not be properly translated.

2. Your scripture states the Orenian empire is the creation of Iblees, yet you still bow to this “emperor”?  Auspice 1:5 “The first wyrm is Vargengotz, and he goes forth to conquer and to rule.” Auspice 1: 6 “. . . bear six crowns, which are the great kingdoms of the world, and he lets no evil be spoken of him” It is clear for any man may witness this, a bear of the coat of arms of the Orenian. It bears 6 crowns, of which it holds 6 territories, aswell it is well known for the Orenian is a frail minded, low energy, babbling, low testosterone fool and he lets none comment upon his most blatant flaws. As he did with the Nottinghamic peoples, titling them terrorists in which no wrong was done for practicing their faith in regard as King John lord almighty, is above all and some downtrodden king is of no importance. 

3. Once more you scripture bears falsehoods and lies : Spirit:17 “So to you Sons of Krug, who have fallen to other faiths, I admonish: GOD punishes not, but protects.” Spirit:19 “So you suffer not in retribution, but in separation, and in the Skies all shall find solace” . It is well known among those truly holy to King John’s flock that those who dare not remain adamant in faith will fall to those most pious as King John, lord exalted, God almighty gives his strength to his flock for they may succeed with his will. This is shown as one of the most pious sons of Krug (of which let it not be forgotten Krug is but as well a son of King John almighty) Blogus “the black” an adamant follower of the Nottinghamic faith, and a true Fleeper till’ the day he dies defeated the pagan rex of which name cannot be recalled for he was weak in both physical and mental fortitude. Blogus claimed rexdom but for only a day as the lord King John called unto him to spread his message further past that of simple kingdoms, but to the entirety of the world. 

4. And for another fallacy which I have found, and which will be the best last of these portions in which I explain as I find these documents absolutely disgusting to be considered scrolls given unto mankind by King John himself. I feel as if the lord almighty may smite me where I sit for even reading such heathenous filth, yet I continue so those fleepers of the world may know the lord almighty’s existence. Auspice:31 “Now Godfrey goes forth ruling, and in his host are the tribes of Aaun and Shona, and at their side the Sons of Malin.” Auspice:32 “And they are redeemed in faith, for the scepter of rebuke guides them.”. There is so much incorrect with this I am astounded on where I should begin, you are to say Godfrey a mortal, a man, nothing in comparison to the lord, God, the exalted, the almighty, King John is to redeem those who are spawn of Iblees? This  man Godfrey is no man, but a demon, a spawn of sin from Iblees himself as to align himself with heathenous spawn of Iblees such as the sons of Malin of which are originated from Iblees. Dare I even say their name, (the elves), are of no redemption in the sight of King John they are to be slaughtered as they bear no traits of humanity, no soul, no emotion, no reasoning or logic. So it is impossible to redeem that of which is irredeemable. 

A fleeper’s rendition of the treacherous Orenian king

III.

 A fleeper’s message

Written by Professor Terorimz in new-fleepish

1. Ecce autem egressus filius mulieris fleepers quem pepererat de viro fleeper inter filios fleeper est in castris cum viro fleeper cumque blasphemasset nomen et maledixisset ei adductus est ad fleeper vocabatur autem mater eius Salumith filia Dabri de tribu fleeper miseruntque eum in carcerem donec nossent quid iuberet Dominus qui locutus est ad fleepers dicens educ blasphemum extra castra et ponant omnes qui audierunt manus suas super caput eius et lapidet eum populus universus 

IV.

 Conclusion

1. It is most undoubtedly shown time and time again by the supposed “holy” men of oren and those who puppeteer them that morals & ethics are absent to them. As well as recognition of God, his miracles, and his pious flock. I say if there were to be any more ignorant they might almost be considered fleepers, yet to mingle with e*ves and to commit blasphemy on a daily basis seals their fate. Stray not however, the lord almighty is merciful and he will recognize those who repent under the recognition of the holy Nottinghamic Bible. 

2. Before I forget to mention, please entertain me dear heathens, do you bleed? I tell you with certainty under the light of the holy honkbringer used by St. Clownth himself, inscribed in ancient mingespeak runes, you will most certainly bleed.

3. And for those who still harbor doubt still in their minds,I say to you this “Fleepi fleep fleepity fleepa fleep fleeper”, 

 Fleepers fear no more for the lord gives you strength!

 ☩ Fleeper 4:16  "For you are a holy people to King John  your God, and God has chosen you to be his treasured people from all the nations that are on the face of the earth."☩ 

Cura ut valeas fleeperius 

Ser Denis “The Quick Blade”

Denis thinks of his people’s history. “This is how things have always been For we are a holy people to the Lord our God, and the Lord has chosen us to be a people for His own possession out of all the peoples who are on the face of the earth.”

Eats a slice of cake from his tent, “It’s funny, because they think we’re gonna stop.”

Denis would kick his feet onto an expensive mahogany desk, puffing on a Nottingham Trading Co. cigar while addressing a few of his employees. “Fear not men, it was a matter of time before our bad blood caught up with us. Rest assured we're not going anywhere – not while there's still coin to be made in Arcas.” 

Denis uncorks a bottle of aged Krug & Co sake, pouring it out on the ground. “We lost a real one today. May King John guide his soul.” 

5 minutes ago, Tha_Mystery_Man said:

Thain ROLLO APPLEFOOTwonders to himself  “Hmmmmm.. interestin’ i’ looks loike ‘hat vassal of Kaz’Ulrath be tryin’ tah mess wit’ weefolk! Which be funneh because oi’m pretteh sure ‘hese guys jus’ be a band of shitteh bandi’s tryin’ tah look for a old as fock excuse to hide ‘he fact ‘hey have nay reason to actualleh attack ‘he halflings! INFACT, I ‘hink oi’mah go outah my way roight now to make it clear jus’ wah be goin’ about!” The halfling Thain would take a deep breath, before blaring out,  ”ATTENTION ALL WEEFOLK, THESE BUGGAHS BE CLEARLEH BANDITS WIT’ NAY REASON TAH BE ATTACKIN’! THIS’LL BE GOIN’ TAH SOME FELLOW ALLIES SOON TAH BE GETTIN’ ‘HESE FUCKAHS OF OUR ROADS! THIER TALK ABOU’ TREATEHS AN’ TRIBUTE BE A LOAD OF SHITE AN’ I DENOUNCE ‘HEM UNDAH ‘HE NAME OF DUNSHIREH! PS: Nottin’ham nay actualleh exists anehmore as far as I be concerned! Oi’m pretteh sure ‘hese guys are jus’ clingin’ tah Kaz’Ulrath despite ‘he fact Kaz got pretteh fucked by ‘he Empire!”

Denis would hear of this and address his men, “Ok men, this guy is epic as ****, we must proceed with caution.”

A HUNGRY Denis would rub his belly, “OH s h i t, I am so HUNGRY!”

Name: EPIC HERO, Denis the Quick-Blade

Race: Southron

Age: 30

Discord#:  Shuggie#4240

haha cool

-1 this would be NOT epic

12 hours ago, Blago said:

Abd al-Aziz breaks from his chains, ready to serve his Caliph

 

Denis would say, " Now this is epic."

The War on Terror

A DISGUSTED Denis after having read the Kitab Alsalam

My fellow denizens of Atlas, I Denis of the Quickblade come before you bearing a message from the great King John- Shadow-Leader of all races of Man, Orc, Elf and Halfling.

ATLASIAN ADDRESS™

This world has recently come to know a new menace, one worse than any this world has seen before. This threat be not by the weight of their swords or density of their muscles, but by the levity and destructive power of the ideals they uphold. Due to this grueling fact, we must make a stand, a stand against the proselytization of Kadarsi ideals which seek the sodomization of our women, murder of our children, and the obliteration of our very ways of life. I for one will not see the castration of my germ and desecration of my wife, and I expect the same of YOU.

Though many of us have skirmished in the past, the Great King John sees fit to cast aside nonsensical squabbles for the betterment of the world as a hole by PERSONALLY delivering the Kadarsi and their sympathizers to their 74 virgin goats. This intolerance will not stand, for the chivalrous men of Nottingham uphold the values passed onto us from our forefathers of the Alamo; if none do come to our aid then the singular might of the Nottinglads shall fall upon our enemies, and then those who chose to abandon us in our time of need.

We have observed the forces of those we call enemy and have read their ‘holy’ book (it was truly loaded with falsehood and bigotry) and now see fit to carry out this valiant act of war. With this decision made, all books of theirs shall be burned to stop the spread of their heinous ideals and on top of that King John has declared that all those of Kadarsi descent be labeled as less than a beast, a rodent of insignificance till the end of time.

The War on Terror Begins.

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NOTTINGHAM ALL STARS DELUXE EDITION

(HOW DO THEY KEEP DOING THIS!!!)

(IMMERSION MUSIC)

https://vocaroo.com/i/s1jEO4qmt4Oj

The mighty Denis in all his glory

As the day settles down, the Nottinglads settle down by the fire once more to recount the happenings of the day. Today, Denis The Quick-Blade stands before the men, his bandana blowing with the wind, and his blade shining with the fire. “Boy have ah got a story fer y’all”

The Happenings from the legendary hero Denis’ prospective.

Ok guys, so basically this was epic. Blogus, the Stinky Dur’Zub, a mysterious goblin, and myself enter Lord Beesechurger’s stank dungeon after hearing rumours of epic manlet plunder. Sweat, and fecal matter wafted through the air, but we powered through. The tall stone walls smeared with ****, and unwashed manlets running around (not epic). The manlet king himself Balrog approached the mighty men of Nottingham, thinking himself strong enough to face us. Spoiler alert: He was not. Balrog and his pointy eared boy toys ran into their gate house, begging for mercy, but Denis knows no mercy. The coward Balrog looked me in the eyes and said, “PLEASE DENIS PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I GIVE YOU ALL OUR IRON PLEASE BRO PLEASE BRO!!!!”, so we take his iron and SLAYED him anyway. That’s pretty much it, it’s just that easy boys. Would definitely visit again.
 

Durzub, The white Ologs perspective

zOuNd sToUTy MAyKEz:

https://vocaroo.com/i/s1jEO4qmt4Oj

Blogus da Black’s Perspective

The city (City is where people live together) was epic, a stone city built from the finest of stone. Blogus knew what was going to happen as he walked in with his allies; Denis (the quickest blade in the land) and Durzub (the great big brother of the honorable Blogus da Black) and a mysterious goblin who decided to join (epick man) were at his side, blades at the ready. “Who heer finna klomp mi?” Blogus roared, however nobody answered. A city of complete cowards(Cowards: meaning cowardly biches). As the cowards cowered in fear of the mighty BLOGUS and his allies, the skygods pushed and prodded them to come out. The mighty raiders had even let the weak cowards gear up before the fight! How merciful! Try as they might to avoid it, it was inevitable. The klomp ensued and guess what? The Nottinglads won again surprise surprise. “Nyze zity” Blogus said, “Mi finna vizit next week hur hur”.

Reginald Speaking on a different matter

Earlier that day, Demon slayer and Reginald The Sly-Blade escorted a dwarf of marshal status he claimed. They took no payment only the horses in which sat in there unlocked stables. Once doing so they rode around using these horses to guard the dwarf at the entrance of the room. Once Time passed they allowed the marshall to leave yet forcing the two on horses to stay and fight there horde of men. Outnumbering these lads 3:1 They defeated all odds and escaped with the horse. The boy would have a bag full of armor along with weapons and other items he stole from these boys. Once doing so, They had knocked out the leader of the land stripping him of his gear then tossing him on the fast horses of his own. Once riding off to curon they’d find no use for him and toss him to the guards on grounds of him harboring enemies of the nation. The dwarf would be stripped of pride there and word got back to Reginald from the screams you heard outside the barracks that this man was slain. To hear the fact that this Balrog grandaxe fellow was once more executed following by the same people of his home, would shock him and make him ponder on whether not only harboring fugitives they now follow to harbor undead. Reginald hid the horse off somewhere and chuckles at the thought that they couldn’t even kill the two waves of people that came today, for the ball was in there court and they layed it up on there hoop.

The Nottinglads begin to sing

Song of the mysterious goblin

Oh the prophets they tell of a mysterious man

Whose REDACTED is as green as a green ogre’s head

This man’s blade goes where he pleases

Slicing and dicing whatever appeases

Goblin! Goblin!

Oh how we sing!

Goblin! Goblin!

This world’s new king!

THE END

Signed Reginald The Sly-Blade : | Lord of Manor Sheckle Wes | Head of Bokolo Tribe, Molo Bumba | Carpenter of the letl dez hoza cullin Ship | Head of the Yezchec guez chec’ rel rech boat | Son of Denis The Quick-Blade

SIGNED BLOGUS DA BLACK :  |CHOZEN ZON OF KRUG | CHAMPION MUD WRASSLER | EPICK MAN | FIRZT BLACK REX OF KRUGMAR | BIGGEST BLACKEST MAN IN THE LAND |

SIGNED BY : HEROBRINE - EPIC GUY

SIGNED BY : GARROND FROSTBEARD -

SIGNED BY: DENIS THE QUICK-BLADE

Denis say, “Nice epic”.

Denis would unsheathe his EPIC blade and hold it to the sky, “HUZZAH! THE TRUE EMPEROR IS HERE. THIS IS EPIC!” 

EPIC Hero DENIS would say, "**** this small man is MEGA-SMELLY HOLY-C O W. ******* WARLOCK looking ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

-1 YOu smell like lord Beesechurger, also you are DUMB and SILLY bro. HARD pass from me you god damn WARLOCK

1 hour ago, EgieGendorBendor said:

dude you're so fuucking retarded

you're brain is so ******* large, holy **** you absolute savant 

2 hours ago, Reinam said:

Southron already exist. They're african people.

 

https://wikia.lordofthecraft.net/index.php?title=Southerons

 

change the name since these seem to be more like cowboy adunians and it's all fine.

NO, SouthERons exist, Southrons do not. We got rid of the E

The Under City

A documentation of scummery

‘In da deptz ub rok. . . skum fezturz’- Words from a crazed Goblin, insane from his overindulgence of all things evil and cruel.

A haven, unseen by many of the mortal realm but known by few for its attributes as a cesspool for crime and a home for scum of the overhead world. Many call these sickly and noxious caverns their home, though the bodily toll on them is great (a common side effect of living amongst and around toxic substances and narcotics) these under dwellers choose to live in these squalorous conditions as with no rules, the undercity stands as a sanctuary for all who wish to practice actions both deplorable and disreputable.

Origins

When the first nations arrived ragged and worn from their exodus away from the now obliterated realm of Axios there were still those outcased and labeled as scum for their deplorable actions. Though it took the effort of many to created the first congregation of those wretched and awful, the idea of an ‘undercity’ did not come to fruition until the minds of both the mutted Southron men and the scum dwellers of the soon to be city came together to form this new haven for filth.

Current Standing of the Dwellers

The label of scum is not one frowned upon by the dwellers, nor are any labels that seek to defame and corrupt the public’s view of a man. These labels mean little, as the very actions which would lead to one being labeled as ‘scum’; are not seen as a plague to civilization, but instead as an expression of one’s own freedom. Laws are bindings, words of equality are delusions, and anarchy is immunity to corruption. These testaments of an under-dweller’s life prove true the notion that ‘no man owns what they can not defend’.

OOC Disclaimer

This post is not one to reveal the location of the city, and if any current readers wish to take up the titles of scum, disgraceful, dishonorable, or practice scandalous actions of any variety you would first need to learn of the city through in game roleplay

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The Atlasian Adunians: Southrons

A documentation of a racial assimilation

‘When th’ goin’ be gettin’ tough, da tough be goin’- An old saying passed down by generation to generation through old Southron tradition.

Since before the dawn of the descendant’s arrival on Atlas there has been the wall, and those who choose to thrive off the wall. These mutted Half-Breeds chose to do just that, survive.

Origins

During the departure from Vailor towards the isles of Axios two groups of fleeing refugees had their boats swept away from the main convoy of ships. A small contingent of Snow Elves in a boat and a large group of highlanders in a separate boat landed on the southern icy fringes of a new land. The year was 1572  when both ships crashed into ice and rocks forcing them to leave their vessels.

  

The highlanders were most likely a group of Raevirs and the Snow Elves were a group of religious dissidents who were planning on finding a new homeland anyways. Upon landing both groups were aware of each others presence, but settled on opposite sides of the same snowy valley. The Snow Elves faired well in the cold, but as a group of religious dissidents they did not fair well in catching game. The Raevirs on the other hand had issues in the cold, but with their ample supply of mainly bronze spears they easily hunted boar and seals. Slowly the two groups began to settle closer in the next couple years after landing, both realizing that a mutual relationship would be the only way they could survive the tundra.

Around 1583 both groups were well integrated with each other, with the Snow Elves being the leaders of the group and the Raevirs being the workers. In the coming decades a mutt-race of half elves began to slowly be the main force in the population with the last pure snow elves slowly dying off. The Raevir population simply disappeared into the half-elven bloodline with their next of kin breeding into the half elves. By the year 1613 the population of the settlement was purely made of the half-elves with their leader being an aging and mad snow elf. The high elf went by the name Thrandir and made his loyal tribe take part in the religious ceremonies such as the blood duel where two willing participants take part in a deadly duel. However, as Thrandir lost his grip on reality the elders of the tribe staged a coup and threw him into an gorge.

The tribe became many different tribes after this moment as their unifying force caused a schism between the elders. Between 1615 and 1631 a period of tribal war began known as “The Time of Trials.”  Legends such as Kalvass the Unbroken who killed thirteen members of a rival tribe with a bronze shovel emerged in this period. Many Southrons to this day claim lineage from a hero or legend that performed a great deed in this period. This time period ended in 1631 when a major cold spell caused the tribes to work together to survive. At this time to present day the culture began to flourish with traditions such as the Woad and ceremonial bloodletting beginning in this time. The Southrons began to call themselves this name due to find an elven compass that told them they lived in the south. This land known as Baurgs in their tongue would later become known as Atlas to those that would come later.

Appearance

Due to their elven blood those of southron descent hold high cheekbones and an all around chad appearance. Their Raever blood lends them stocky frames and a more masculine vissage than their elven kin. This peculiar mix gives the vast majority of Southrons golden hair and blue to green eyes with a stocky and masculine frame standing at 6’0-6’7. Though as an effect of mixed genetics, many abnormalities in the Southron phenotype may occur such as the appearance of darker hair, mellower features, or even a slim elven frame. These mutted men do not see their outbred ancestry as a curse, or as totem of inferiority, but instead it is viewed as a product of their environment. Survival of their people would not have came alone, and through perseverance they were born.

Inheritance Of Curses

Because of their mix Elven and Human blood, intertwined through generations of inbreeding the curses of Iblees have seemed to become intertwined and express themselves in a way much like their adunian counterparts.

The seed of elven infertility is deep rooted in their people, slimming their already few numbers to just a few family groups across the southern desert. A Southron couple can only conceive a child every few years. Though not to the near infertile extent of their elven brethren, having children is harder for Southrons than for the average human.

While the human inherits the curse of a short life, elven blood lends itself as an aid to this ailment. Southron folk, though short lived by the standards of their elven kin can live a comfortable life to the age of 200. This age is rare however, and to see one so old as in the harsh desert conditions near the wall is very unlikely.

Language

Dexas: Large amount of land.

Capital: Ustin

Cow: Longheffer

Guard: Sheriff

Friend: Partner

Greetings: Howdy

You all: Y’all

Hell/Oblivion: Tarnation

Isn’t: Ain’t

Invader: Drakkar

Dilrusti!: Cheers

Goodbye: Uthrec

Yes: Yup

OOC Reasoning for the Promotion from Culture to Race

The original Southron post was many months ago, and since then the playerbase has grown and we even have our own active freebuild settlement called Nottingham. Many people have interacted with us during this time, and we hope this this post could provide incentive for players to try out our fun perspective on the server and cool epic type of roleplay.

Lore Holders

Senor_Tortuga (LordOfTheCraft)- Though he is currently a banned player, he helped immensely in the writing of this lore and played a huge part in the fruition of these ideas.

Mithrad- He wrote the original culture post which this was based on, a good man with big plans.