Sander

Seems rlly interesting to me! Kinda feels similar to constructs, but the whole intelligence and worm aspect makes it very different. +1!

I would say how this is completely unexpected, but I guess, in a way it isn't. I wish you the best of luck with whatever you are to embark on Em! We'll still talk plenty, but nonetheless, do take care!

Full Name: Kardryn Oranor Age: 25 Residency: Caras Eldar Major Subject: Legal Studies Please compose a well-written paragraph, explaining why you’d like to attend the Holm Academy, and what opportunities you may pursue with your degree. I, Kardryn Oranor, wish to be granted a scholarship at Roswell college to further my understanding of the legal arts and help in my writing. My goal is to change the world with my writing, striving for better governance through writing papers and essays. I've been told to be gifted and that my skill with the quill is undeniable, though to build a strong foundation and be more reliable, I wish to be educated in this field before I once again take up the quill to wield.

Steerman concludes; Smooth sailin'

OOC Application Minecraft Name: SanderWarrior14 Discord/Skype: Sander#0004 IC Application Name: Gilondir Oronar Frostbeard Race: Woodelf Age: 165 Previous Martial Experience: Felsen Watch - Recruiter/Commander Courlandic Army - Drillmaster/Captain Santegian Army - Drillmaster/Sergeant/Engineer Order of the Golden Steed - Knight

T-Tahmas? Is that you man??

-Application- IC Name: Kardryn Oranor Race: Elf Nation: Dominion of Malin Any skills?: Archery, swordfighting (Don't know what other skills you could need) OOC Discord: Sander#0004 Timezone: GMT+1, best timezone there is ofc

James would frown as he is handed a copy of the journal, while reading through it, the young teen began to cry, clenching the paper. He still hadn't gotten over the loss of his mother. "M-May thy r-rest in p-peace mo-mother.." He sniffs, whiping his face dry with his sleeve, glaring deeply as he read over the journal again "Slavery.. Why did she never tell me this..." He frowned deeply, a look of determination on his face "No more slavery... I'll do what I can to end slavery... For you, mother.." The boy muttered, staring up to the stars in the sky above.

Newspapers spread through Atlas would have the following on the front page: The Enquirer Daily Today, on the 11th of the Grand Harvest, the Mayoral Elections in Curon were held. This was supposed to be a moment of change for the principality, for the better at least. However the election may be making a turn for the worst as many presume it to be rigged by the nation's crown. Of the four candidates and their deputees, Ser Veres Draskovitz and Miss Leila merged into one party after the voting had already been done. This was announced by her majesty princes Linette right before the outcome of the elections was made public. Popular opinion appears to have favoured the party of candidate Stephanos de Palaiologos and his deputee Thomas de Hartcold, these two factors combined leads to many believing the elections were rigged by the crown to prevent Palaiologos and Hartcold with their often radical ideas gaining any form of power within the capital. It is speculated and widely believed the elections were rigged simply by the votes of the two merging parties also being merged, an action thought of by Draskovitz and supported by the crown. Is this the shocking truth, we can't tell at this very moment. But perhaps time will tell.

Now this is nothing major, just that I noticed that when you bread pigs, but you've already done so you get your carrots back. But this also happens when you've used potatoes rather than carrots, you still get carrots. Just something I thought maybe needed to be fixed, I'm sure it isn't that much work.

These comments are why it was worth making lmao

This is what I do during a sunday evening when I'm bored. I have a problem, I know. So, I wrote some lyrics for a rap of sorts about the welves and the Dominion. Hope you enjoy! Song of Malin’s Men Bow to the High Prince! We are the elves, Protectors of the forest. When fighting with the Virarim, We’re at our best. Wisdom from Cernunnos, And Cerridwen. We will fight until the end, Malinor will withstand. We are the elves, Protectors of the forest. When fighting with the Virarim, We’re at our best. Wisdom from Cernunnos, And Cerridwen. We will fight until the end, Malinor will withstand. Don’t worry mortals, Malin’s children are here! No matter the enemy, Our soldiers know no fear! Hundreds of years ago, We elves lead the way, And well as it turns out, We still do that to this day! What have we done, In a time so long? Well we proved ev’ry enemy, That they were wrong. They said elves, No real enemy, no real muscle, But as it turns out, We can really make you hustle. With the help of the druids, We keep the world pure. A good portion of aspectism, Tends to be the cure. Hey Orenorum Imperium, Being your vassals? Let me be honest, Sounds kind of dumb. Like we did it with the ‘aheral, We will break away. ‘Cuz by know you should know, That’s how we like to play. Sorry if that bothers you, If it interrupts your mission. Still you better bugger off, We’ve got the coalition! So let me sum it up, We have come pretty far. But unlike you mortals, We cán withstand a war. We let them join, the ‘aheral, And the dark elves too. But when they said, “What about the ‘fenn?” We said, who? Because we beat them, Yes, in every battle. No matter how many fights, We wouldn’t let them settle. And one day we will defeat ‘em. Yes we will in the end. For in that frozen city, There’s noone to defend. We are the elves, Protectors of the forest. When fighting with the Virarim, We’re at our best. Wisdom from Cernunnos, And Cerridwen. We will fight until the end, Malinor will withstand. We are the elves, Protectors of the forest. When fighting with the Virarim, We’re at our best. Wisdom from Cernunnos, And Cerridwen. We will fight until the end, Malinor will withstand. We were plagued by the undead, Yeah they really were annoying. We returned with paladins, Showed them we weren’t toying. The Druidic Order, they shape order, They keep balance in this world, In Malinor, across the border. And if you tend to disagree, Or even show that urge, Well don’t you worry, comrade, You’re just something they will purge. Oh you haven’t met our priests? We call them the Naelulir! And if you’re a foolish pagan, They’ll make things clear! Teach you about the aspects, And the balance of the world. With converting everyone, Their plan is unfurled. We are the elves, Protectors of the forest. When fighting with the Virarim, We’re at our best. Wisdom from Cernunnos, And Cerridwen. We will fight until the end, Malinor will withstand. ----------------------------- PS: Send help.

You can play my noble's son if you want, 5 yr old kid rn with a twin brother thats already being played, pm me if you're interested!

Again, pardon the small mistakes xD Might at some point make a revised version of this

What do you do if you're home early on christmas, don't rlly have anything to do and you're talking about LotC's cultures with people on skype? Probably not make a map of it, but I'm different.. So meh... So here I got a rough map of where LotC's cultures take place IRL! Hope you like it, and don't get all nitty gritty about little mistakes or stuff I forgot xD Orange = Batavian Gray = Waldenian Brown = Qalasheen Bright Red = Akritian Dark Yellow = Haensetic Blue = Illatian Deep Red = Norlandic Purple = Savoyard Bright Green = Lorrainian Green = Daelish Dark Green = Courlandic Bright Yellow = Santegian Dark Blue = Turkin Bright Blue = Inhemho Dark Brown/Red = Ruskan Might've missed some, idk.

The presents are in! Now it's just a matter of waiting until you can open them ;) Big thanks to @Ford for helping in making the presents! Couldn't have done this without him, he saved christmas :P

Hello Santegians and other LotC'ers! Also, happy holidays of course! Now, needless to say, Krugmas is a feast of giving, therefore I happily announce this small event that you can all parttake in! As you might've noticed already, in the Santegian square there's a big ol' christmas tree with a lot of chests underneath it. This is for a small Krugmas side-event I'm organizing. You can sign up underneath this topic and in exchange for your effort, you can expect a nice Krugmas gift on christmas. Everyone that signs up get's a chest assigned ingame with one of various gifts in it, on the 26th, these chests will get the according people added and you can claim the gift awaiting you! Now, what should you do to get your hands on one of these Santegia themed gifts? Well Sander, it's very simple! All you need to do is post a comment on this topic, saying you will be participating with an rp message. You will need to also leave an rp name and your username, that's all there is to it! Happy holidays and a nice 2018!!!

Gilondir Oronar Frostbeard groans, banging his head on the table. "FOR ASPECTS SAKE! Why can't they feckin' give up?! We need t' go out 'gain and 'gain t' beat their asses 'gain and 'gain and I'm sooo tired of iiiiiiit...." His partner would go to hug him, whispering words of 'just pull through and you'll finally be done with the annoyingly easy task soon...'

Lord Ambassador Willem Hagelijn would silently step onto the speaking pedestal that stood in front a mass of silent, frowning Santegians. In the distance the crowd would hear the church bells mark the 8th hour of the day, early in the morning. As the sound of these church bells faded away, the silence returned, distorted and worried faces looking to him to start speaking... "Last night, around three in the morning, our nation was attacked. An attack that caused great destruction upon our land and great distress amongst our people. An attack that could not have been foreseen or have been prevented. I stand here before you, my fellow Santegians, to tell you of the great attack mother nature sent upon us while we rested in our homes... We speak here of what seems to be an earthquake. But not just any ordinary earthquake. Our nation was hit by what can be called the greatest threat Axios has seen during our time here... Behind our capital, away from the coasts of our nation, there lies destruction. A crater so deep it could lead to the Nether itself, trees burned all across the countryside, rivers laying dry and ripping apart the land... It is this morning, that we wake up to the greatest disaster our great nation has seen so far. This isn't just an attack to our people, who will stand up again. This isn't just an attack to our walls, which can be rebuilt. This isn't an attack to our pride and honour which can be regained. This is an attack against our land itself." "However, despite this horrid disaster, we will not let it bring us down. I ask you, the people, to bound together to overcome this struggle that the darkness has condemned us to. We will endure! This might be the end of Asul, and it might very well be the start of the end of Axios as a whole. But we will survive, Santegia will not fall to such troubles, we will last. All that we have may sink into the abyss.. In which case we will continue with nothing and rebuild our Kingdom. For the King himself has sworn to protect all upon Asul, to fight for life and humanity, to ensure that we prevail even if the lands which we stand upon do not. We will stand up again, and show that we will continue onward, together!" "I ask of you all to pray for the well-being of Asul and our realm as a whole. I also ask you to not fall into panic and distress. We will take the situation under control and uphold the safety of our people, no matter what ever darkness decides to challenge us, be it Iblees, daemons, or the Poison, we will defeat.. It.. All."

Across the Kingdom of Santegia-Haria, there'd be forms nailed to poles and walls, announcing the following for those interested: To all citizens of the Kingdom, Have you ever wanted to get a government position? Are you interested in diplomacy and politics? Are you interested in learning more about said topics? Well guess what, now is your chance! His excellency, Willem Hagelijn, Lord Ambassador of Santegia, will be offering internship to any aspiring diplomat! In this internship you will get to follow mister Hagelijn on the job of Lord Ambassador and he will answer any questions you have about the diplomatic and political game, while learning you some along the way. Though stop! That's not all! Along with this fenominal experience, you will have a chance for various government jobs after finishing the internship! These jobs include, but aren't limited to; Ambassador, Diplomat, Judge, Registrar and Lawmaker! Do note: The amount of available spots in this internship is limited! Only one or two individuals will be chosen, so if interested, make sure to apply quickly! Also, while being the first to apply, you might still not be selected, due to mister Hagelijn himself picking an intern from the applicants. How to apply? Fill in the following part of this form: Name: Surname: Gender: Age: Race: Religion: Current occupation (if none, answer N/A): Experience on the diplomatic and political field (if none, answer N/A): Place of residence: Why should you be selected?: Signed, Willem I Hagelijn, Baron of Gelre, Stadhouder of Batavia, Chancellor of Mystra, Lord Ambassador of Santegia-Haria.

Gilondir sat in silence, smoking a pipe after hearing the news. After a while his daughter entered their home and when she asked if he was okay, he answered. "No I am nae... Demetrios died... And the death o' a frien' is loike loosin' a limb..." He remained silent for a while, thinking about what had happened, remembering all the good memories he had with his pal. From the time he was still a kid until his death, now about a day ago. "Man, will I miss ye, buddeh..." He sighed "They may 'av tak'n away havin' ya, but they won' take away havin' had ya... I'll always remember ya, llir.. For as long as I may live..." He goes to empty his pipe and put out the lantern that was the only thing keeping the room lit in the late hours. "My father always told me death is just anothah path.. I wish ya a good journey comrade.." He whispered as he looked out of the window to the night sky, then heading to bed.

Gilondir chuckled, shaking his head "One day she tells me she's just a simple baker 'cause she wants t' go unnoticed 'n the othah day she gets declared the Harian Sultan.. Sultaness? Sultani?.. Err....."

A certain woodelf begins chuckling uncontrollably as he reads the declaration of independance "Couldn't control his family, nor his barony.. Good luck with an independant 'nation'!"

Couldn't have wished for a better Director. Thanks for your service, bud. o7