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"I think this might be written to that priest who said such blasphemous things about His Holiness" Father Clemens said to Father Katerina @MissToniupon reading the public letter.

From the Office of the Aulic Envoy AN OPEN LETTER TO THE MELPHESTAUS CHANCELLERY AND IMPERIAL GOVERNMENT To His Imperial Excellency The Archchancellor, Minuvas Melphestaus. The decree you dubbed ‘Justice’, was received in Haense as I am sure you intended, but it was not well-received. Rather, it was read with a grave sigh of annoyance at the posturing you portray yourself and your government with. For in your accusations against the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska and her citizens, we deem you to have committed a gross diplomatic faux pas. “The Orenian Government hereby banishes from our lands the Haeseni Ambassador to Oren, Lady Margot Sofiya and revokes from her the position of ambassador to Oren” is the line of your decree that is especially of concern to the Office of the Aulic Envoy and indeed the Haeseni Government as a whole. I have looked far and wide for the place from which Oren, a foreign government, gains the right to decide who serves as Haense’s ambassadors. I’d say the Lord Godan may know, yet that might not be true, as your government seems to not regularly be in contact with Him these days. Let there be no confusion: the Lady Margot of House Baruch is the Ambassador to the Orenian Empire for the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska and will remain so. Her position was granted by Haense, and no Orenian may revoke it. If you for once keep to what you promise, in that you deny her the diplomatic protections that come with her position, and so much as lay your fingers on her, we will consider it a breach of our pact of Non-Aggression at Orenian hands. And in doing so you shall defenestrate all chance and possibility for diplomatic resolvement of the tensions currently at hand. Think on that, before you take another step towards war and chaos. The patience of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska runs thin. In the last Saint’s Year, we have endured rhetoric of human unity; we have stood waiting as you declared war on our friends and raided them when they refused your demands; we have watched as you have attempted to schism and slay the Pontiff right before our very eyes; we have listened to your Archchancellor’s insults that we have conspired to cast out the Church, not to mention the recent claims of kinslaying.You set your course on a path of tumbling down into the muddy depths of destructiveness and decay, and with you, you seek to drag not only your own people, but so too ours. We tire of your antics. Signed, His Excellency the Aulic Envoy, Feodor May

ENCHIRIDION PECCATI Handbook of Sin "Gluttony” I write this book out of a desire to provide a useful tool for my brethren, clergy and laity alike, to better protect themselves from the vices of sin, recognize sin in others, and be able to correctly identify sins. While my Enchiridion Peccati aims to give an as full as possible compilation of all trespasses and vices considered sins within the Church, I shall not dare claim it to be perfect or GOD’s word, merely that of one of his humble servants. The sins in the Enchiridion are divided into what I deem sins against Faith, Virtue and Morality. Within these categories they are not arranged in any way such as severity, for the severity of one’s sin is for GOD alone to judge. Laudetur Dominus, Father Clemens of Karosgrad Peccat contra Fidem - Sins against Faith The category Peccat contra Fidem includes acts that are considered sins in general targeted against the Lord GOD and the Holy Church of the Canon that exists by His Word. Thus, sins against (the) Faith. The nature of these sins is based on going against the Canticle of Faith in the Scroll of Virtue. Blasphemy The sin of speaking profanely or sacrilegiously about the Canonist Faith. This sin is based on Canticle of Faith: 8, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not blaspheme My Word, nor any thing that is holy.” Heresy The sin of holding beliefs that contradict Church doctrine. This sin is based on Canticle of Faith: 7, “And so I shall guide you in a theater of virtue, and the virtuous shall not live except by My Word.” Apostasy The sin of abandoning or refusing the Canonist Faith. This is not the same as heathenry, which in of itself is not a sin, but a heathen can be guilty of Apostasy. It is only when one has the choice to convert to the Canonist Faith and purposefully rejects it, or was priorly a Canonist and abandoned his faith, that this person is guilty of Apostasy. Sacrilege The sin of violating or misusing that which is sacred. Sacrilege is a direct insult to God and the Church, and often goes paired with sins like Blasphemy, Heresy or Iconoclasm. Like Blasphemy, it is based on Canticle of Faith: 8. Atheism The sin of believing there is no God. Atheism goes further than sins like Heresy or Incredulity, in that it not only rejects the true Lord, God, but religion in general. To believe such is simply foolish as it is plainly false. This sin is based on Canticle of Faith: 6, “And I have given you life: I am your father, and the father of all things.” Incredulity The sin of refusing to believe the Word of the Lord as truth. Those who doubt the legitimacy of the Word of the Lord and its sanctity are guilty of this sin. The sin of Incredulity is based on Canticle of Faith: 9, “I am the Lord God without peer, and My Word is the holy word, and My path is the virtuous path, and all the blessings of the Virtue shall fall before the righteous who tread it.” Iconoclasm The sin of destroying religious icons. Iconoclasm is a form of Sacrilege, similar to Blasphemy. Where Blasphemy is a verbal way of insulting and dishonoring God and the Church, Iconoclasm is a physical way of doing such, often with more lasting effects either in the form of damaged church property, or religious art and relics being forever destroyed and lost. Schism The sin of dividing the Holy Church of the Canon. By dividing the Church through a schism, one not only challenges God’s power, but seeks also to put up a peer to his vicar and representative, the High Pontiff. This goes directly against verse 3 of all the Canticles; “I am the Lord GOD without peer.” Peccat contra Virtutem - Sins against Virtue The category Peccat contra Virtutem includes acts that are considered sins because they are opposites of or go against the Virtues described in the Scroll of Virtue that was bestowed upon Horen by the Lord God. If we are to live by these virtues, then that means that that which goes against them is sinful. Greed The sin of general insatiability and the desire for more than one needs. The sin of Greed goes against the Canticle of Charity from the Scroll of Virtue, being one of the opposites of Charity together with the sin of Avarice which is often used as a synonym for Greed. Specifically, it goes against Canticle of Charity: 10, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of my Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not desire the wealth of this world, nor the wealth of others, but the wealth of the spirit.” Urguan and his dwarven descendants were cursed with the sin of Greed by Iblees. Avarice The sin of monetary insatiability and the uncontrolled desire for accruing wealth. The sin of Avarice goes against the Canticle of Charity from the Scroll of Virtue, being one of the opposites of Charity together with the sin of Greed which is often used as a synonym for Avarice. Specifically, it goes against Canticle of Charity: 10, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of my Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not desire the wealth of this world, nor the wealth of others, but the wealth of the spirit.” Gluttony The sin of an insatiable appetite and the uncontrolled desire for food and drink. The sin of Gluttony goes both against the Canticle of Charity and the Canticle of Temperance from the Scroll of Virtue, specifically Canticle of Temperance: 8, “And you shall take them carefully, and shall not become a creature of worldly indulgence as the beasts of the earth.” Lust The sin of sexual insatiability or setting one’s heart upon a thing and longing for it. The sin of Lust goes against the Canticle of Temperance from the Scroll of Virtue, specifically against Canticle of Temperance: 8, “And you shall take them carefully, and shall not become a creature of worldly indulgence as the beasts of the earth.” and Canticle of Temperance: 9, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not lie with your kin, nor those of other tribes, and none shall lie together but in holy union.” Sloth The sin of habitual disinclination to exertion, laziness and omission. The sin of Sloth goes directly against the Canticle of Diligence from the Scroll of Virtue, being the direct opposite of that virtue, and specifically against Canticle of Diligence 8: “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not be idle, nor forget your duties in favor of sloth.” Wrath The sin of uncontrolled anger or hatred and the desire for vengeance. The sin of Wrath goes against the Canticle of Patience from the Scroll of Virtue, specifically against Canticle of Patience 9: “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not raise a hand in wrath, nor in envy, nor in any kind of sin.” Krug and his orcish descendants were cursed with the sin of Wrath by Iblees. Envy The sin of desiring or coveting others or that which others possess. The sin of Envy goes against the Canticle of Patience from the Scroll of Virtue, specifically against Canticle of Patience 9: “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not raise a hand in wrath, nor in envy, nor in any kind of sin.” Additionally one might argue it goes against the Canticle of Fidelity. Infidelity The sin of general unfaithfulness and disloyalty. The sin of Infidelity goes directly against the Canticle of Fidelity from the Scroll of Virtue, being the direct opposite of that virtue, and specifically against Canticle of Fidelity: 8, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall keep fast to your word and station, and aspire not to greatness among men, but to My glory.” Pride The sin of dangerously corrupt selfishness and believing oneself better than others. The sin of Pride goes against the Canticle of Humility and the Canticle of Fidelity from the Scroll of Virtue, specifically against Canticle of Humility: 8, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall keep fast to your word and station, and aspire not to greatness among men, but to My glory.” Vanity The sin of excessive belief in one’s own abilities or attractiveness, narcissism. The sin of Vanity goes against the Canticle of Humility, specifically against Canticle of Humility: 8, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall keep fast to your word and station, and aspire not to greatness among men, but to My glory.” Peccat contra Mores - Sins against Morality The category Peccat contra Mores includes acts that are considered sins against morality, either because they indirectly go against the morals set up by the virtues in the Scroll of Virtue, or because they are stated to be sinful in other parts of the Holy Scrolls. Harreny The sin of interbreeding between races. The sin of Harreny is named after one of the three sons in flesh of Horen, that being Harren. As can be read in the Scroll of Gospel, the sinful Harren wed an elven lady, even though Horen’s Virtue forbade it. Indeed the sin of Harreny goes directly against Canticle of Temperance: 9, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not lie with your kin, nor those of other tribes, and none shall lie together but in holy union.” Kruggery The sin of kinslaying; the murder of one of kin. The sin of Kruggery is named after one of the four brothers descendant from the First Coupling, that being Krug. As can be read in the Scroll of Gospel, Krug, beset with Wrath, went and murdered his brother and his sister in law, the virtuous Horen and Julia. Kinslaying, or Kruggery, can be found in Book of Scattering: 18, “Thus it was that Krug the Warrior became Krug the Kinslayer, and his face and the faces of his people bore the tusks of beasts, and they were marked for their sin.” Saulicy The sin of spreading and encouraging sinful deeds. The sin of Saulicy is named after the man Saul, who spoke with Iblees and was tempted by the Denier’s iniquity and was sent by him upon Horen’s people to spread this sin, as can be read in the Scroll of Gospel. Saul’s sin left many of these people corrupted and unclean, making the sin of Saulicy one not to be taken lightly. Perjury The sin of swearing a false oath on the Lord or breaking an oath sworn on the Lord. The sin of Perjury, often also used as a legal term in secular courts, goes against Canticle of Faith: 8, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not blaspheme My Word, nor any thing that is holy”. The Lord’s name is holy, and swearing an oath on him means breaking this oath is a sin. Sorcery The sin of using magic for personal power and gain and unknowingly that of Iblees. The sin of Sorcery goes against the Epistle to the Magi, from the Scroll of Spirit. Here we read in Epistle to the Magi: 5, “But you reserve your gift for your own power, and your own gain, and unknowingly, the gain of Iblees.” And further down we find in Epistle to the Magi: 13, “This is the sin of envying GOD, a desire which cannot be attained, and the deepest blasphemy.” Necromancy The sin of practising dark arts and magics. Those guilty of the sin of Necromancy, who practise the dark arts and magics, are similar to those guilty of the sin of Sorcery as they seek to possess powers alike to that of the Lord God through these arts and magics. We can read however in the Scroll of Spirit, specifically in Epistle to the Magi: 8 & 9, “The Lord is the Lord GOD without peer, but you seek power alike to his, and even power equal. 9 This is a selfish and impossible sin, for there is no power alike to GOD.” Furthermore, those guilty of Necromancy, Necromancers, have time and again proven to be direct servants of Iblees the Denier. Murder The sin of killing another person. Throughout the Holy Scrolls that form the Canon of our Church, we find instances of people who are guilty of the sin of Murder and are punished for this heinous crime, this affront to God. We are all part of God’s creation, for as we read in Canticle of Faith: 6, “And I have given you life: I am your father, and the father of all things.” By killing another person we destroy part of God’s holy work, and make ourselves guilty of the sin of Murder. Adultery The sin of being unfaithful to one’s partner in marriage. The sin of Adultery goes against the example set forth by the Lord through the wedding of the virtuous Horen and Julia as well as Adultery being a grave example of the sin of Lust. Divorce The sin of terminating a marriage without Pontifical annulment. Divorce is considered sinful as a marriage is never meant to be broken, as set forth by the Lord’s examples. Matrimony is a Holy bond that shall last for all eternity, thus the only way to terminate a marriage is to have the High Pontiff, Vicar of God, decree the matrimony to be annulled and not to have taken place in the eyes of the Lord, granted there is legitimate reason to do such. Any other means of terminating a marriage, like divorce, is therefore sinful. Fornication The sin of sexual intercourse between two unwedded people. The sin of Fornication goes against Canticle of Temperance: 9, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not lie with your kin, nor those of other tribes, and none shall lie together but in holy union.” Incest The sin of sexual intercourse between two people of close kin. The sin of Incest goes directly against Canticle of Temperance: 9, “So I am the Most High, and in pursuit of My Virtue, I bid my faithful this: You shall not lie with your kin, nor those of other tribes, and none shall lie together but in holy union.” Sodomy The sin of sexual deviancy; any intimacy not between man and woman. The sin of Sodomy goes against the love granted to us by the Lord God, as we read in Canticle of Temperance: 5, “And as I made for you the worldly pleasures, so too have I made the pleasures of the spirit, and the love of the husband and wife.” It states here clearly that such love pertaining to the worldly pleasures, this being carnal love, is only to take place between husband and wife: man and woman. Theft The sin of taking from someone else that which is not rightfully yours to take. The act of Theft stems from the sins of Greed, Avarice and Envy, thus making this act sinful. Ingratitude The sin of not accepting or appreciating charity or charitable deeds. By not accepting or not appreciating charity, you take from the charitable person the opportunity to enact the Virtue of Charity. Thus by the act of Ingratitude, you work against the Virtues prescribed by the Lord God, making this act sinful. Acedia The sin of moral sloth, carelessness and negligence of virtue, torpor. The act of Acedia is not just an example of the sin of Sloth, but also means abstaining from other Virtues, that which is morally right and what the Lord God would want us to do, making this act sinful. Calumny The sin of slander and spreading lies about others. The act of Calumny, the desire to speak ill of fellow sons of the Lord God, has to stem from one of the Sins against Virtue. Be it envy, pride, wrath or else, one of these sins is the core motivation for the act of Calumny, thus making this act sinful. Simony The sin of trafficking for money in spiritual things, roles and services. The act of Simony is a serious offense to God and Church. Not only is it a grave consequence of the sin of Avarice, it betrays that which is Holy and the pleasures of the spirit in favor of the worldly pleasures. Usury The sin of making immoral monetary loans that unfairly enrich the lender. The act of Usury is a direct consequence of the sin of Avarice. Instead of being charitable like the Lord God would wish us to be, we seek unfair monetary gain at the expense of our fellow descendants, thus making this act sinful.

Feodor May sighed as he heard Kaustantin had officially stepped down. He was staring at the book he tried reading, yet couldn't really focus. The Lord Palatine had told him he'd be stepping down soon, but it only really now dawned on Feodor how much he'd miss working with the man he'd known since he was little. "Must be some damn good cabbages..."

A Premise on Inquisition: The thesis of Acolyte Clemens “And I am the Lord GOD without peer, and My trials are the holy trials, and My cure is the virtuous cure, and all the reliefs of the Virtue are open to the righteous forbearer.” -Scroll of Virtue 5:10 As is known to any obedient follower of the Lord GOD, we are to spend our lives in the World in virtue so that we may know His most holy graces in the Seven Skies. It befalls each of us to be the lookout that stands guard at the gates of our heart and mind and that wards off sin and evil. Yet the ordained; priests of the Church of the Canon of Horen, Owyn, Godfrey and Sigismund, are to be more than just a lookout. They are to be the shepherds of the flock of sheep that are the sons of Horen and the children of the Lord GOD. They must be weary for the trials of sin not only within themselves but also within others, as it befalls these servants of the Lord GOD to save his faithful from the entrapments of Iblees. Thus the ordained must bring before them those suspected to have strayed into heresy but not recanted, and so too those who have sinned but not confessed. And they must show them the errors of their ways and provide for them the opportunity for salvation. The ordained are to stand watch from the tower that is Inquisition and from there invite the saved astray upwards to the Lord’s graces, or take it upon themselves to cast those who refuse the Lord’s ways into Iblees’ Void sooner rather than later, as to prevent their sin from festering and spreading. This Inquisition is of paramount importance to be watchful of the spread of false teachings and beliefs amongst the sons of Horen and the children of the Lord GOD, and so to prevent the corruption and damnation of them all. “And so I shall guide you in a theater of virtue, and the virtuous shall not live except by My Word.” -Scroll of Virtue 1:7

Haeseni Krugmas Carols The 400 E.S. Album by Feodor May Jolly Saint Krug Oooh merry Krugmas Saint Krug Krugmas comes each fifty-two years Ooooohoooo Well away out east where the sand gets hot, There’s a tale about a Krugmas that you’ve all been taught, And an old Uruk with your name in his book, And he spends the whole time giving toys a good look. It’s the Jolly Saint Krug Jolly Saint Krug It’s the Jolly Saint Krug Jolly Saint Krug Just a little old cart we call the Jolly Saint Krug, And she might not be fast but sure can outspeed a slug, She’s an elf blood-crimson red with a skull for a wheel, And when Saint Krug whips the goblins man just watch her peel! It’s the Jolly Saint Krug Jolly Saint Krug It’s the Jolly Saint Krug Jolly Saint Krug Go go goblin Go go goblin, whoaa Go go goblin Go go goblin (he don’t miss no one) And haulin’ through the sand at a dulling speed, With half a dozen tusklings leaving Gug’ye to lead, He’s getting really pissed ‘cause the sand really stings, So if you don’t show him kindness he will go steal your things! It’s the Jolly Saint Krug Jolly Saint Krug It’s the Jolly Saint Krug Jolly Saint Krug Oooh merry Krugmas Saint Krug Krugmas comes each fifty-two years Oooh merry Krugmas Saint Krug Krugmas comes each fifty-two years Ooooohoooo Last Tuvmas Last Tuvmas ea gave vy mea heart, But that very Saint’s Day, vy gave it away, This one, to claim mea some fun, Ea’ll go give it to vyr sestra (sestra) Last Tuvmas ea gave vy mea heart, But that very Saint’s Day, vy gave it away, This one, to claim mea some fun, Ea’ll go give it to vyr sestra (sestra), Once betrothed, vy’d cry, Got a good dowry, but vy wanted to die, Tell vyr papej, ea want to replace vy Ea think vy have a sibling who’s still free? “Merry Tuvmas” ea sealed it up and sent it, A letter that said, “Ea love vy” - Ea meant it, Now ea know what a fool ea’ve been, But ea know vyr sestra can go fool mea again. Last Tuvmas ea gave vy mea heart, But that very Saint’s Day, vy gave it away, This one, to claim mea some fun, Ea’ll go give it to vyr sestra (sestra) Last Tuvmas ea gave vy mea heart, But that very Saint’s Day, vy gave it away, This one, to claim mea some fun, Ea’ll go give it to vyr sestra (sestra), A crowded hall, Lords with keen eyes, Eam hiding from vy and vyr soul of ice, Mea Godan, thought vy weren’t someone, just an airhead, Mea? Ea guess after tonight ea might drop dead, A face of a noble with an heir to be had, A man who is desperate and wants vy in his bed! Oo-hoo Now ea found a true Lady, vy’ll never fool mea again. Last Tuvmas ea gave vy mea heart, But that very Saint’s Day, vy gave it away (Vy gave it away!) This one, to claim mea some fun, Ea’ll go give it to vyr sestra (Sestra) Last Tuvmas ea gave vy mea heart, But that very Saint’s Day, vy gave it away, This one, to claim mea some fun, (Ohhh) Ea’ll go give it to vyr sestra (Sestra)! Sealed it up and sent it… Ea love vy ea meant it… Vyr ses-… To vyr sestra! Krugmas Karosgrad Krugmas Karosgrad! Krugmas Karosgrad! Krugmas Karosgrad! Celebrate an orc but still praise God Krugmas Karosgrad! Krugmas Karosgrad! Krugmas Karosgrad! Celebrate an orc but still praise God Ea wanna wish vy a merry Krugmas! Ea wanna wish vy a merry Krugmas! Ea wanna wish vy a merry Krugmas, Even though it’s a facade! Krugmas Karosgrad! Krugmas Karosgrad! Krugmas Karosgrad! Celebrate an orc but still praise God Krugmas Karosgrad! Krugmas Karosgrad! Krugmas Karosgrad! Celebrate an orc but still praise God Ea wanna wish vy a merry Krugmas! Ea wanna wish vy a merry Krugmas! Ea wanna wish vy a merry Krugmas, Even though it’s a facade! Oh Come All Vy Faithful Oh come all vy faithful, joyful and triumphant Oh come vy, oh come vy, to Paradisus Come and behold him, born the father of mankind Oh come let us revere him, oh come let us revere him Oh come let us revere him, Horen our Koeng! Sing choirs of Aenguls, sing in jubilation Sing all vy citizens of the Seven Skies Glory to Godan, glory in the highest Oh come let us revere him, oh come let us revere him Oh come let us revere him, Horen our Koeng! Da, Lord we greet vy, bearer of Virtue Horen, to vy be all glory given Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing Oh come let us revere him, oh come let us revere him Oh come let us revere him, Horen our Koeng! Merry Krugmas Emperor Empire’s crumbling All around him Vassals fighting It’s all a blur There’s no reason Logic or understanding Merry Krugmas Emperor! Time for parties and celebrations Has gone on for far too long But he seems blind Or just wants to ignore it And so let’s sing him a Krugmas song! We’re gonna flee to Haense tonight Or else we’ll take a boat Far southward to Savoy And then we’ll see the light No men praying Nor kids playing Ev’ry one has gone away All they wished was to have a merry Krugmas So they didn’t want to stay We’re gonna flee to Haense tonight Or else we’ll take a boat Far southward to Savoy And then we’ll see the light Empire’s empty Now it’s just him By a campfire Wrapped in fur There’s nobody But him left in Providence Merry Krugmas Emperor!

Crows Coach Feodor May would face the reporters with a smile after giving Rhys 'Rebound' Ruthern a pat on the back "Da of course we win against Dragons. Is like Babushka always said; vy do niet take step back when gambling for Carrion Black, vy win." When asked about the Crows now leading the Western Conference together with the Saints, he commented: "Saints better watch out now, ea do niet think Herakles shall be such a holy man in week seven anymore."

My Mayoral Farewell Address To my friends and fellow Haensemen, The past six years of my life, I have devoted myself to the cause of being your Grand Maer. I have tried with utmost and honest effort, aided by many faithful brothers and sisters, to aspire to great feats and a worthy delivering. I realize, as does anyone at the end of all things, that it is not for me to judge if I achieved these goals. Though I do wish to allow myself the delight of satisfaction. I say at the end of all things, for with this satisfaction has come the choice to end my Mayoral tenure with this upcoming election. I have done what was set out for me to do and walked this course these past six years with fulfillment. I shan’t be running for reelection, not out of a disenchantment with the role of being a public servant nor out of spite or other tantalizing thoughts of torment. I shan’t be running for reelection for I have played my part and the mantle of Maership is not mine to wear any longer. Thus I write this letter as a farewell address not because I am going anywhere, for Haense is my home and her people my brethren whom I hold dear, but because the title of Maer shall be going elsewhere. And to whomever the honor to aspire to great feats and worthy delivering befalls next, I wish them fair tidings and hope to see they make the mayoral profession prosper within our lands into the years of our sons and their descendants. Mistake me not however when I say that I as Maer, nor anyone else to whom the title should befall in the many years to come, work alone. A good Maer, in my definition shall forever not merely be a man of the people but a man with the people. Therefore I wish to thank Anders Kortrevich, Isabella Decaden, Raijen Stars, Erwin Bishop and Dame Tavisha var Ruthern. For without the aid, fortitude and diligence they brought to the table of the mayoral council, or the confidence they gave me in the Edlervik, the May Maership would not have walked nearly as long a length of the road. I shall not deny to any man that as Maer I made errors, be it in the eyes of few or many, be they great or small, but I hope that with good faith, I shall be remembered for my successes and these errors shall be consigned to oblivion. For now I shall retire to the pursuits of diplomacy and scholarship - the subjects truly closest to my heart - which form desires I have neglected due to public service for far to long, and shall thus bring me great pleasure in taking up once more. With admiration and satisfaction, Your obedient servant, Feodor A. May

Honestly really happy I’ve come to meet you rep, I feel privileged to have been able to play with such a chill and amazing guy as you. God bless you man; whatever life throws at you, I’m sure you’ll be alright.

Ser Fiske’s Travels or An Unfinished Tale of Pilgrimage [[OOC: About a year ago or so, I chose to take my then main character, Ser Fiske Vanir, on a pilgrimage. Not just your typical 'im on holiday/hiatus, thus absent' pilgrimage, but one I roleplayed planning in advance with the help of VIROS (Whom I wish to once again thank), who was High Pontiff back then. We wrote up places for my character to visit and three relics to retrieve. I would then write a story out of this journey, though I'm afraid I never quite got around to finishing it. And now, with it being a year since I started writing this, my character long since then pk'd, I do not think I intend to finish this story anymore. Perhaps I will one day, but for now I decided I would post it for eager readers in it's unfinished form. With that in mind, I hope you enjoy the part of the tale I did end up writing!]] The Serpent as it sails through frozen waters, the icy mountains of Serrimor in the background. Ser Fiske ‘the Daring’. That’s what our pilgrim Vanir had been knighted as last month on Arcas. Since that night in the throne room of King Josef of Haense, things had gone fast. He had planned his journey long in advance, with the help of the High Pontiff. All he waited for was for himself to be finished with his squireship and to be knighted. After such had happened in the latest court gathering, he’d said farewell to his friends and family in the Haeseni capital, before retreating northward to his castle in Vasiland so he could prepare for the journey. He and his crew loaded their supplies aboard and then boarded his private sailing ship, The Serpent, as they set sail northwards past Valwyck, through the icy waves. As they began passing the frozen shores of Serrimor after a few days of sailing, he turned to what would be his confidant on this journey: his travelling journal. Prologue It has been about a month and a half now since our departure from Arcas, and think we can see the northwestern tip of Aeldin on the horizon now. Initially, the weather conditions were very favourable for us, the wind in our sails as he we sailed north from Haense, past Serrimor and the southeastern shores of Atlas. The large stretch of eastward sailing from there to Aeldin was a different story though, as the wind was no longer in our backs. The journey was slow and took longer than expected or at least hoped. Our supplies have run low, near the point of rations, but we will be able to restock soon upon our arrival in Aeldin. One good thing about the length and low intensity of the trip was that I got a lot of time to think and read. About the places I’m visiting and their Saints, but also about why I’m going on this pilgrimage. I guess there’s multiple reasons for it, that I’m just now really coming to understand. Late last night, we docked in this harbor town called Reden, the first place we spotted here on the coast of Aeldin. A few of my crew stayed on the ship while me and some others went to the local tavern to get our bearings and to get a proper bath. We returned to the ship around midnight, refreshed and having found the market square where we could restock our supplies. Sadly that’s where disaster struck though this morning. We’d bought all the supplies we needed to refill our stock no problem, but when I wanted to buy a map of the waters between Fjordhem and the mainland, I suddenly realized I had been pickpocketed and my pouch with minas was gone. We looked around for a bit to find the culprit, but couldn’t find anybody of suspicion. After that I decided we’d go back to the ship and we’re now on our way to Powys where we’ll probably arrive tomorrow around noon. I know God has His ways to try His servants and challenge them, but this just felt like punishment. Perhaps He wants me to learn a lesson about greed and temperance, or maybe that I shouldn’t be so reliant on money on my pilgrimage. But I don’t know. The White Cliffs of Powys Chapter 1: Ulmsbottom Upon seeing them, I was blinded by them in the morning light of the rising sun. The white cliffs of Powys! They are truly a sight to behold, beautiful and towering chalk cliffs that rise out of the sea like a wall. We docked in Powys like the High Pontiff had suggested me to, and it immediately became apparent why he’d done such. Powys seemed like a much safer harbortown than Reden and with an even bigger market. I suppose it would have been wise to follow the plan laid out for us by the Pontiff, but that’s all in hindsight. We simply stretched our legs for a bit in Powys and asked for how to find the Monastery at Ulmsbottom, as well as delivering a letter His Holiness had given me to a priest at the local cathedral. The man seemed ecstatic to receive a letter from the High Pontiff himself, albeit it wasn’t for him but for a man called Friar Griffith, who wasn’t present at the time. While walking through some fields after I left the cathedral on my way back towards the harbor, a most curious figure blocked my way. He was a robed figure with brown hair and a black, wreathed apparition. The figure asked where I was going, to which I stated I was going wherever the good Lord’s grace led me. Then the robed man said to me, “Wherever you go, or whatever you attempt, Iblees will resist you.” For a moment, I stood in silent surprise to these words, before I remembered the prophetic saying, and said, “The Lord is my helper; I will not fear what man can do unto me.” Then, to my utter confusion, the robed figure disappeared from my sight in the blink of an eye, and soon I resumed my way to the harbor, and to Ulmsbottom. When we came to the rocky island of Ulmsbottom, some guards welcomed us on the dock, and invited me to come with them to meet the overseer of the penal colony that the monastery was part of; warden Bedwyr Hughes. The warden was a middle-aged man with one of the biggest moustaches and some of the thickest eyebrows I have ever seen in my life, giving him a stern and imposing look. After talking some with the man however, it turned out he was a calm, temperate and kind soul, and we quickly hit it off. He showed me to a guest room in his home where I could stay, and then took me to the old Ashford House, now their family chapel, where Pontiff St. Lucien was born and where they kept much imagery and many relics of this holy man. I asked for a moment of privacy, as I knelt down in prayer by the shrine dedicated to the Saint, and stayed there for a while in silence, taking in the scent of the little bit of incense that burned inside the little chapel. I prayed at length for the well-being of my family, both the living family members I left behind at home, but especially the ones that were no longer with me for they died when I was young, especially my parents. After all Saint Lucien was the patron Saint of the family. In prayer I asked St. Lucien, as well as GOD himself, to look kindly upon my relatives in the Seven Skies despite what mistakes they might have made in life, and furthermore I pleaded to be blessed with a good family of my own in the future. The front courtyard and entrance of the Reformative Monastery of HP St. Lucien I Once I was finished, warden Hughes joined me again and he took me to the Reformative Monastery of High Pontiff Saint Lucien. Upon getting there, accompanied by some of my crew and some of his guards, we found the monastery seeming deserted. We figured the monks were all at mass, for we didn´t know the time of day, and so he simply accompanied me to the reliquary to show some of the relics the monks held of their patron Saint. After some time of being there and still not having seen a single monk however, we got curious as to their whereabouts and began looking for any of them. We were just looking around the monastery´s training grounds, where I had hoped to join them for a drill session as is tradition for pilgrims, when we heard the monastery´s bells being rung. The warden, who was very well-acquainted with what certain ways of ringing the bells meant, told me that someone had just passed away. Therefore we headed to the monastery’s infirmary, not in a running hurry, but with slow, solemn steps, as I was instructed was part of the ritual the monks upheld in such a situation. When we came close to the infirmary, we could clearly make out the litany of the Saints being sang in chant by a choir of monks, and upon entering, we saw that the monks had all lined up in an orderly fashion to say their farewell to their deceased brother. A priest of the monastery came to the doorway to meet us and we exchanged a few words. He welcomed me to their monastery and apologized for the circumstances in which we joined them. He told us that a catechumen, not a monk, had suddenly passed away due to illness, which the priest explained to me was most terrible, as the poor soul had died before being able to receive baptism. Feeling sorrow for the poor soul, I in turn asked if I was allowed to also say a few things for the deceased catechumen, and the priest happily obliged. When it was my turn to kneel beside the deceased brother wrapped in stainless white sheets, I did not say a farewell, but instead laid my hands onto the man’s chest and closed my eyes in earnest prayer. I called upon Saint Lucien, the Exalted Horen, and GOD, to save the catechumen. Then, after my extensive prayers, to which the monks silently bore witness, I rose up a little and gazed upon the countenance of the deceased, waiting for the result of my prayer and the mercy of the Lord. After about ten minutes had passed, the warden placed a hand on my shoulder and said that while my gesture was of great symbolic significance and also greatly appreciated, it was time to move on. I thought he had a point, but waited yet some more time for GOD’s answer to my prayers. Scarcely had the space of two more minutes passed, when the dead man began to move a little in all his members and tremble with his eyes open for the practice of sight. The monks came closer to gaze upon the catechumen who they had formerly left dead in surprise, exclaiming loud praise to the Lord in ecstasy and immediately baptising the man afterwards. I stayed the night at the monastery then, together with warden Hughes and our men, and joined the monks in prayer the next morning, before being invited to furthermore join them in breakfast and their combat drills as was custom for pilgrims to Ulmsbottom. The High Pontiff had warned me already that these men were excellent martial artists, and I found myself easily outmatched by their champion in a friendly spar, as he had projected. We had a good laugh about it however, before I asked to talk to the man from the day before, who was recovering in the infirmary. I talked for a long time with the man, who’s name he told me was Bohemund and he said he was grateful for the mercy the Lord had had upon his soul, and thanked me for pleading patiently for it in prayer. Toward the end of the afternoon, one of the warden’s men told me it had become time to head back to the penal colony town of Ulmsbottom, and so I said my farewell to Bohemund. Upon coming out of the infirmary however, I was not only greeted by the warden and our men, but furthermore by a trio of priests, the headmaster of the monastery and two others, bathing in the golden light of the sun that stood low above the horizon already. They said to me that they wished to thank me greatly for the service I had provided the day prior with my prayer for the brother in the infirmary, and that they wished to give me something to take home with me from my pilgrimage. Then, from under a white cloth, they showed me an iron manacle, linked to a chain by a bolt. I had seen it the day prior in the reliquary, and they confirmed that it was one of their relics, once worn by Saint Lucien, then still known as Velwyn Ashford, as he ventured from Aeldin to Oren on a slave galley. I thanked them greatly for their holy gift and the many blessings that followed, assuring them that their gesture would forever stay with me. After saying farewell to them, we then left for the warden’s home in Ulmsbottom, where me and my crew stayed a few more uneventful days before setting sail for our next destination. Chapter 2: Wycke Shortly before me and my men were about to set off to Fjordhem, a dove delivered an envelope from home, containing some money along with a letter, a response to a letter I had sent home when I first arrived in Aeldin. I had told about how my money was stolen, and now my fiancé and family had backed me up by sending me some. I had prayed for my family to Saint Lucien, and suddenly a sign of support from my family came from my faraway home. It felt almost like a miracle from the Saint, and it made me realize that while you can’t rely on money, you can rely on your family and GOD. Having some funds on me ended up making a great difference to the events that followed. As I had been warned by not only the High Pontiff back in Arcas, but also the Warden about the treacherous waters around Fjordhem, I decided to hire one of the Fjordhemian former pirates that lived at the penal colony to serve as an aiding navigator. With this new addition to my crew, I bid my farewell to the Warden before setting off to the northeast, to the cold and windswept land of Fjordhem. We charted our course to sail towards the town of Austbo on the island with the same name, planning to dock there briefly before then sailing to the mainland of Fjordhem at the nearby destination of Wycke. At first, things were fine and we experienced smooth sailing. For those who have not seen navigation maps of Aeldin, there is a strong west to east current that flows along the northern shore of the continent, and for us this meant that we were making fast progress. Furthermore, the weather was amazing, it was cold and a bit windy, but the sun burned bright and warmed us, not to mention the wind was in our sails! It seemed like we were going to reach Austbo a day or two sooner than expected, and, all of us being in good spirits, we decided to keep going throughout the final night rather than anchoring, to see how fast exactly we could get there. Our navigator Bram, a tall, strong blonde Fjordhemian with bright blue eyes, said he’d never experienced sailing this smooth going to Fjordhem, and he joked we might set a record. As the island of Austbo became visible on the horizon, it was early in the evening, and as we were planning to sail throughout the night to get there quickly, we had a fast meal before intending to return to our positions. However, as we were briefly sitting down to eat some of our provisions, The Serpent calmly sailing forward in the sunset, the precariousness of the Fjordhemian weather first showed itself to us as the wind suddenly died down. After our meal, I instructed my men to get to their oars, having realized we’d need to cover the final stretch rowing. With our progress slow now, I kept a constant eye out for the next change of the weather to see if the wind would return. I did not have to wait long to spot the first signs of change, as a thick pack of clouds appeared from the northwest on the horizon. We were relieved at first, though it did not take long for us to realize that we were finding ourselves in the calm before the storm. The shore of Austbo during a nighttime storm Shortly after the fall of dark, it had gotten much colder. The strong wind had returned, but this time it came from the north and wasn’t helping us get to the island. As we continued rowing, the sky only turned darker as the moon and stars began to be hidden behind dark clouds. With the town of Austbo in sight on the shore in the distance, we heard the first signs of a thunderstorm in the north. The waves became rowdier by the minute and if it wasn’t for our Fjordhemian navigator, we would have crashed on various rock formations that pierced the water. Soon the rain started pouring down upon us and between it and the towering waves, we no longer had sight of neither the town nor the shore itself. As we were going through the ever increasing storm blind at this point, the Fjordhemian navigator and I myself agreed that it would be best to steer clear from the shore rocky for now and instead set course northward to avoid being blown off course too far south. For hours upon hours, my crew and I braved the relentless storm, gliding up and down waves that must have been higher than houses in our ship that seemed very tiny all of the sudden. We were tired and weary as it must’ve been in the middle of the night at this point but we constantly needed to put in all our energy to keep the ship under control. It seemed like there was no end to this storm. Our ship was getting damaged, not too badly at first, but as more and more damage started mounting atop of one another, the condition of the ship got seriously worrying. As this wild ride in the night dragged on, my crew became increasingly tired and less able to weather the storm. A big wave that crashed onto the ship nearly caused one of the rowers to fall into the water, only staying on board with the help of two others. As the night dragged on towards the morning and the storm yet showed no sign of ending, our ship and my crew were in a dire state. Having lost all hope, I kneeled at the helm, soaked by salty seawater, and began praying to Saint Malcolm. Why would he do this? The patron Saint of storms, pushing us to our limits on my pilgrimage to him, with a storm so fierce it would make even the hardiest of seamen afraid. I prayed to him to aid us, he had tested us, and we had resisted the storm so far, had we not? With faith in the Lord, I begged him to save us, before promptly needing to return to the helm to guide us along a tall and rough wave. By the time morning came not long after the prayer, the thunderstorm had stopped. And while it still rained heavily, the sunrise managed to show through the clouds, revealing the main island of Fjordhem looming in the distance. As the storm further calmed, we dared to venture closer to the shore of the island. It took a while before our Fjordhemian navigator recognized a part of the shore so he could tell us where we were, then telling me to throw the helm around as it turned out we’d been blown a fair bit off course and Wycke was the other way. Around mid-day however, we came near the capital of Wycke, and a large fishing vessel came out to guide us into the harbor. We had made it at last. The Serpent being guided into the harbor of Wycke. Later that day, we had docked the ship properly in the cove the capital city of Wycke was situated in, and we went into the town to orient ourselves and buy new supplies while some of our men stayed behind to repair the ship and rest. The High Pontiff had told me that Wycke was not a big city, and it seems like he was right. He’d told me it would have a population of about twenty thousand people however, which seemed less accurate. Instead much of the town was deserted, with many buildings either boarded up or crumbling. As I stood in the middle of a small square, trying to determine where the centre of the town would be where the shrine to St. Malcolm was to be found, I suddenly felt a tug on my coat. Upon turning around, I was greeted by a thin, raggedy man, begging for money. After I gave him two golden minas, I asked him for his name and where I could find St. Malcolm’s shrine. The man introduced himself as Ailbert and said that in gratitude for my charity, he would take me to see the shrine. On the way we passed some more boarded up houses, which I asked him about. Ailbert said that things weren’t going well for Wycke. He told me that a series of cold winters and a lack of much fish to be caught drove many people to emigrate to the mainland of Aeldin, or pursue piracy, which in turn caused more to leave as the limited fishing industry that remained came in increasing danger. At that point we came to the shrine and Ailbert bid me farewell as he went to buy food with the minas I’d given him. I blessed the poor man before turning to the shrine. Pontiff James II had written down that upon arrival, pilgrims would offer the shed skin of a viper to the shrine as was custom. Until now I had been unsure of how I would get the viper’s skin, but it seemed that an entrepreneurial local merchant had made use of this tradition, as I spotted a shop nearby that had snake skins hanging in the window. I bought one and offered it to the shrine of the holy man, something that was supposed to grant me immunity from the bite of a viper, though like the High Pontiff, I was not too sure if that is just folklore or a miracle the Saint will grant me. I made a brief prayer at the shrine to Saint Malcolm, thanking him for allowing us to weather the storm of the night before, after which I paid a visit to the local cathedral. There I prayed for the rest of the afternoon and spoke to a few priests before I made my way back through the half-empty town, past the shrine to Saint Malcolm. I went back down to the harbor, to check on my ship before joining my men in a local tavern to get a quick meal before hitting the hay early, exhausted from the sleepless night before. The next day we all slept in, having a minor breakfast late in the morning before I set out to make my way back to the cathedral, having agreed to meet up with a priest just before noon mass, to talk about planning a missionary trip to a local heathen tribe. The next day me, the priest and some of my men set out into the mountains of Fjordhem, travelling inland on foot for two days before entering the lands of the Damnonii tribe, a group of pagans who were slowly being converted to canonism. The tribesmen were an interesting folk and though they were pagan, they were surprisingly tolerant to our missionary visit, most likely because of the gifts we brought along. We gave them many furs which they clad themselves in extensively, along with some other gifts like preservable food, a bronze cross and one of the Holy Scrolls, which two young tribesmen who I was told were learning to read happily took from us. We stayed with the Damnonii for a few days, in which we preached the gospel to them and me and my men learned about some of their curious culture. The Damnonii covered themselves in blue and green bodypaint, which they offered to me and the other members of the mission as well, but I politely declined because I feared it had some pagan meaning. They also did a lot of wrestling while wearing nothing except a wool skirt. We helped them herd their sheep when needed, and at the end of our stay, four of the tribesmen, including the two young ones that were learning to read, agreed to convert to Canonism. I helped the priest with the baptismal ceremony which we conducted in a nearby creek. The countryside of Fjordhem where the Damnonii herd their sheep. Afterward the baptism, they wished to thank us, saying they had a gift for us in return. Their chieftain told us that in a recent war with another tribe, they had confiscated what they thought was something us canonists would like. To everyone’s surprise, he suddenly gave us what the priest said was the lost half of an important relic of Saint Malcolm. He handed us a brass serpent curled underneath a cross of the same material, part of the Brazen Staff of the Saint, is what I would be told later. I must say I grew quite fond of these odd people in the few days we stayed with them, even if they were weird pagans. The fact that they allowed men of GOD into their midst, showing us kindness and to an extent even accepting and joining us, showed me that even if some of GOD’s children are misled, they are often still good and pure of heart. When we headed back, St. Malcolm must’ve been proud of us, for the whole two days of travelling back to the coast, a warm sun shone upon us rather than the rain and wind that were commonplace here. After our trip to the Damnonii, we did not stay in Fjordhem for much longer, for winter was approaching. The last day I spent praying in the cathedral, until the priest that had gone with us came up to me and offered me the repaired staff of Saint Malcolm to take back to Arcas with us. He said the Bishopric was very pleased with our conversions, and that the Bishop was honored to have a pilgrim sent by His Holiness in Wycke. Thus they wished to thank me by giving me the relic cross which they had put back on the pine staff that it once sat on before being lost when a group of missionaries died in a blizzard. I thanked the priest and his bishop to no end, before leaving the cathedral at the end of the afternoon. Walking back down towards the harbor, I offered a bronze coin to the shrine of Saint Malcolm as according to custom, something he supposedly used to ward off pirates, before leaving again for the harbor, continuing on my pilgrimage back to the mainland, to Gaekrin. Chapter 3: Ervemark To our luck and delight, we experienced no stormy weather nor extraordinarily choppy waves as we sailed back to the Aeldinian mainland. The Serpent tore through the waves with the wind in our sails. As we realized we’d get to the port city of Ervemark sooner than expected, we came to the conclusion Saint Malcolm had to be with us now, shepherding us from potential storms just as we had shepherded the sheep of the Damnonii a few days ago. After leaving Wycke in the morning, we docked at the castle town of Sverngard in the evening, then six days later we caught sight of Ervemark. The so-called ‘City of Flames’ lived up to its name at the first sight of it. Upon docking in the harbor we had trouble keeping our eyes off the view of this beautiful city in the distance. Its architecture was quite refined indeed, but what made the look of it all the more special was the material from which the finest of buildings was constructed: a reddish stone much like marble, that shone warmly, invitingly and purely beautiful in the late afternoon sun. The harbor of Ervemark was full of life, bustling with incoming and outgoing merchant-folk as well as some upper class looking ladies and gentlemen, sipping wine, playing music and singing to their heart's content as they floated about the harbor in small yet beautiful and luxurious sloops. We ended up docking in a somewhat remote corner of the port before walking the boulevard, a broad street along the docks that was overshadowed by cliffs with ruins on top of them and buildings inside them. We searched for a place to stay the night and have dinner which we did with little effort.. A view of the port of Ervemark. . . .

THE ASSEMBLY OF THE PUBLIC People of the city of Karosgrad and the greater lands of Hanseti-Ruska, I ask of you to heed the call. Listen to the tolling bells that ring out to each and every one of you. For the first Assembly of the Public is to take place in Karosgrad, and YOU are the public of that beloved city. I call for all of you to join us in being the voice that speaks up for their interests and their wants. I call for all of you to put words into actions. At the Assembly of the Public you can make your voice heard, whether you are a man, woman, human or elf, veteran soldier or infant schoolboy. You will be able to raise issues you want to see addressed in our city, ask questions to the Grand Maer and the Narkomat, and vote on decisions to be taken through referendum. So do not waste this grand opportunity, but step up to the task of being the change you wish to see! Join the May Maership! ((OOC:)) Sunday the 10th of October, 5pm EST/10pm GMT Top floor of the Town Hall

FIRST EDICT OF THE MAY MAERSHIP WSZYR EDYKT I VE MAU MAERSTAT Issued on 9th of Jula and Piov, 393 ES BEJ LANSK VE OSOBAZ FIVE YEAR PLAN - SIEG EHR TIRK As promised, I provide you, my people, with the Five Year Plan that will bring progress to our city and our nation as a whole. This Five Year Plan consists of construction projects, events and an overhaul of the mayoral institution. MAYORAL COUNCIL - NARKOMAT No man rules alone, thus to help with the accomplishment of the glorious Five Year Plan, a mayoral council, known as the Narkomat has been established consisting of five Commissars. These Commissars all have their own respective areas of focus and projects they’ll be overseeing, they are as follows: Commissar of Construction - Narkomat Izagrashetskuf - Anders Kortrevich Commissar of Education - Narkomat Velskuf - Isabella Decaden Commissar of Farming - Narkomat Bauermauf - Raijen Stars Commissar of Recreation - Narkomat Enest - Erwin Bishop Commissar of the Army - Narkomat Vojshka - Dame Tavisha vas Ruthern A poster depicting the formation of the Narkomat. CONSTRUCTION PROJECTS The following will entail the construction projects of the Five Year Plan: I. A grand renovation of the Town Hall including an assembly hall for public meetings. II. Infrastructure in the Karlsruhe district that makes up the farms and mining area. III. The establishment of an emergency lockdown system for the city gates. IV. Additional greenery and park areas (Pine Street Park awaiting Royal Assent). V. The expansion and improvement of at least two houses. A colourful sketch of the planned Town Hall. PLANNED EVENTS The following will entail the planned events of the Five Year Plan, dates and other details will follow in the future: I. An Autumn Harvest Festival II. (A) Workshop(s) hosted by Isabella Decaden III. A Museum Experience in cooperation with the NGS IV. Remembrance Day for the fallen men and women of Haense V. Tavern activities VI. A military parade IV JOVEO MAAN, IV JOVEO EHR, 393 ES The Honourable Feodor May, Grand Maer of Karosgrad

[!] Another letter would arrive at the Lord Speaker's Office, carrying the seal of the City of Karosgrad. "I nominate Isaak of House Amador for the position of Lord Handler. Signed, Grand Maer Feodor A. May"

FEODOR MAY Aye for May! A depiction of Feodor May declaring his campaigning to be Grand Maer, 391 E.S. "Do you want a man for Grand Maer who's seasoned through and through? But not so dog-gone seasoned that he won't try something new? A man who's old enough to know? And young enough to do? Well, it's up to you! It's up to you! It's strictly up to you! BUT it's Fe-o-dor, Fe-o-dor, Fe-o-dor, Fe-o-dor, Fe-o-dor, Fe-o-dor; FEODOR FOR ME!" May's Agenda Once elected Karosgrad's new Grand Maer, the following points will be on the agenda: I: Renovating the Town Hall of Karosgrad and making it a true city centre. II: Working to organize theatre performances. III: Appointing active tavern management and working with the NGS and Academy to actively provide their services. IV: Expanding the average house size in Karosgrad by decreasing the amount of houses and merging smaller ones together. V: Working with the Brotherhood of Saint Karl to realize the paper concept of an emergency defense system. VI: Offering citizens of Karosgrad a say in affairs through public referendum. VII: Providing more career opportunities for the common man and woman. The Five Year Plan To achieve the numerous and ambitious goals of my Maership, strict planning is in order. Therefore a Five Year Plan will be utilized. After the first year of my Maership, positions in the Mayoral Council will be announced along with the exact details of to what extent our goals are to be accomplished by the end of my six-year term. This will be known as the Five Year Plan and with a deadline and clear-cut requirements, we will finish its goals. (Math of the Five Year Plan. 2+2 'plus people's work' = 5) "I am Feodor May and I endorse this message"

IGN: SanderWarrior14 Character Name: Feodor May Age: 34 (?) Place of Residence / Street Address: Nikirala Prikaz Position: Grand Maer [Link to Campaign Post: Coming Soon]

Haeseni Food Bank Est. 390 "I am happy to announce the establishment of an institution I hold the highest of hopes for, a charity for the dear citizens of Karosgrad and Haense in general: the Haeseni Food Bank. Haense has the potential to be the greatest agricultural power and producer of food in all of history. Our fields can provide nourishment for all the souls in the Seven Skies and on this mortal plane alike through cooperation and the care of others. The more of our trustworthy and charitable men and women join this institution, the better it may serve us, so that none of us will ever go hungry again." Your obedient servant, Feodor May What does the Haeseni Food Bank provide? Anyone from Haense can contact Feodor May and become a member of the Haeseni Food Bank, granting them access to the Food Bank's cellar in the middle of Karosgrad where a quick resupplying of food is easily available!. This access means any member is allowed to take food from the cellar whenever necessary on the condition that they only take as much as they require to feed themselves. What's the catch and where does the food come from? The tradeoff of being a member of the Haeseni Food Bank is that you're expected to donate or store any excess food you have to the food bank. Of course you're allowed to retrieve some of it whenever you're in need, but the concept is to pool together our surplus so that we may share in it. On top of this donations to the food bank from non-members are also very welcome! If you have any questions, wish to donate food, or want to become a member so you can enjoy free food: Contact Feodor May!

Composed by Feodor May From the Haeseni composer, his third mini album; Faraway friends at the Rhein form Saint Karl's storm. Faraway Friends ((https://soundcloud.com/sander-with-aiva-music/faraway-friends/s-KzG1BoceZHq)) At the Rhein ((https://soundcloud.com/sander-with-aiva-music/at-the-rhein/s-JiVnhJF9NlD)) Saint Karl's Storm ((https://soundcloud.com/sander-with-aiva-music/saint-karls-storm/s-WZ7ICJMN7kv))

Feodor May raised a toast of Carrion Black in cheers "To peace in the South! Krusae zwy Kongzem!"

IGN: SanderWarrior14 Character Name: Feodor May Age: 31 Place of Residence / Street Address: Nikirala Prikaz Position: Grand Maer

FEODOR MAY Aye for May! A depiction of Feodor May declaring his candidacy for Grand Maer, 386 E.S. "Do you want a man for Grand Maer who's seasoned through and through? But not so dog-gone seasoned that he won't try something new? A man who's old enough to know? And young enough to do? Well, it's up to you! It's up to you! It's strictly up to you! BUT it's Fe-o-dor, Fe-o-dor, Fe-o-dor, Fe-o-dor, Fe-o-dor, Fe-o-dor; FEODOR FOR ME!" Aye for May! Feodor May, a creator, a visionary, the tutor of the future King of Haense himself, is running to be YOUR new Grand Maer! He's not going to tell you his opponents are bad, no! He's just got a better plan for the people of Karosgrad than any others have! And you, dear people of Karosgrad, deserve the best. Don't you? Feodor will set to work on making Karosgrad truly feel like home and he will do so together with all of you! Let us all celebrate our culture, beautify our quarters and fraternize with our neighbours. So that when any man comes to our beloved Karosgrad we May say; gaze upon the treasure WE created and be welcome! So how about we go make a home we can be proud of? Say AYE for MAY! May's Agenda If elected as your new Grand Maer, I promise to work to accomplish the following six goals: I: Renovating the Town Hall of Karosgrad and making it a true city centre. II: Hosting a World Expo in which any of our friends from abroad may come to Karosgrad to show us the ways of their land and revel in ours. III: Working with the Royal Courts to organize theatre performances. IV: Giving Karosgrad a more traditional and homely feel and making the city more accommodating for horse owners. V: Working with the Brotherhood of Saint Karl to realize the paper concept of an emergency defense system. VI: Offering citizens of Karosgrad a say in affairs through public referendum. "I am Feodor May and I endorse this message"

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Feodor May smoked a cigar as the diplomatic corps and the Brotherhood of Saint Karl stood deployed at the front gate of Haelunor, smiling as the ultimatum was proclaimed.

Feodor May smoked a cigar as the diplomatic corps and the Brotherhood of Saint Karl stood deployed at the front gate of Haelunor, smiling as the ultimatum was proclaimed.

Feodor May smoked a cigar as the diplomatic corps and the Brotherhood of Saint Karl stood deployed at the front gate of Haelunor, smiling as the ultimatum was proclaimed.

Feodor May smoked a cigar as the diplomatic corps and the Brotherhood of Saint Karl stood deployed at the front gate of Haelunor, smiling as the ultimatum was proclaimed.