Pito444

Well.. Well.. Well.. As a roleplayer for 10 years (haha..) all I can say is keep shit off the server, off the server. If you have some type of drama of beef with someone over how they may roleplay or act towards you, get the **** over it. Its a Minecraft server at the end of the day and you bitching about some "ooc bullying" or some texts in a private discord or private chat isn't going to make you feel better. Sure you got some messages about how someone feels about you, if you seen what half these discords contain from both sides you'd probably call the police or maybe another googledoc on those players to right? Anyone taking things said outside of LOTC seriously, deserves a vacation away from their computer. So in my humble opinion get over yourself. You made an entire document about a guy who you say should be permanently banned because of his "toxicity" when all LOTC has ever been is TOXIC both sides and from the Admins not just now but in its entire history, so cut the crying and ******* roleplay. *Delete this if you want but it just proves my point*

APPLICATION Name: Ivar Revlis. Age: 23. Race: Human. Prior Relevant Experience: Fighter.

8th of The Grand Harvest, 1614 “We do disband, brethren, but look over yonder, for the men who adorn scarlet do take us in, like brothers-in-arms.” Matthias Revlis, muttering beside his kinsmen as they encroach upon the Doggersden. A MISSIVE TO MANKIND “Warfare is a misery, to any and all states, no matter the race nor origin. To those who pride upon it, warfare, bloodshed, death, and agony, woe to they, who dare stand in their way. However, it is upon this eve, that we, mortality, are bequeathed the insight of the Horde’s advance upon our Isle. The Horde of Dunamis has henceforth disbanded, with their kinsmen trekking elsewhere, under an entirely new guise, with an archaic origin. Fortune has blessed us, but how long, we must ponder. For where they march, does famine, war, death, and pestilence follow.”

from dunams fort

14th of the Grand Harvest, 1612 It seemed as if all the men of the world sat around the diplomatic table of Fort Dunamis, and all of them amongst uneasy company. “Who would speak first?” asked the host, Matthias. The Prince of the Black Bastards, backing the Rebellious Horde, took the opportunity. “The forces of sodomy have coalesced together and are now marshalled against the Horde. We will not find any more or any less peace if they do not pay their ransom.” He paused to look around the room, his tone softening as he saw nods and murmurs of agreement. “I know not your dispositions, my lords, but the bureaucrats of the world might aswell resign themselves to pay our fifty-*******-thousand from their dead hands.” Lord Deano Romstun spoke next. “Finding a lasting peace with my own tavern wenches will be difficult to say the least…” “The Dunamis Horde proposes an Armistice then, until Lord Deano Romstun and his wenches might come to negotiations.” Said Danis. “How would the other party’s vote on the ‘Swindling Issue’?” The singular Ruskan was quick to voice agreement, to their great relief. “We have reason to believe they are hiding mass destructive weapons.” Joked one of the wood elven Romstun ambassadors as they voted in the affirmative. Zoey Romstun-Revlis, silent and ever stoic, only nodded in accordance with the arrangement. WARCLAIM Tier Chosen: 1 Type of battle: Skirmish Date And Time: Saturday May 27th, 3pm EST, 8pm GMT, 12pm PST. Side A: Horde of Flaynamis Side B: Coalition of the Shilling Location and boundaries: Direct Area: Surrounding area of battlefield for reference to location: Terms of Victory VICTORY FOR ATTACKERS Defending forces are killed or driven from the field of battle. VICTORY FOR DEFENDERS Attacking forces are killed or driven from the field of battle. Upon Victory For... Side A: The Horde is allowed to proceed onto a siege of Metz Side B: The Horde may not warclaim for two weeks. Rules: All LoTC rules. If a side does not show they forfeit. No one day alts. Status switching explicitly allowed. No golden apples.

House Romstun, a truly terrifying household consisting of the most ruthless men. With nary a care in the world, their weapons were their words, and the blood they spilt sung songs in the afterlife. The crimson bandanas, a sight to behold, albeit a sight to fear. Any knowing man, woman, or child, would often flee at the sight, for if there’s one, there’s usually another, and surely, you should know. Bloodshed was encroaching upon your homestead. The Horde of Dunamis, a metaphorical term for a brigand of wartorn men rampant with the ire of a thousand tortured souls. They care little for the plight of humanity, or whoever stands with who, and surely, their onslaught against you, is likely due to the fact that they have been hired. Mercenaries they are, sellswords, but they are no ordinary sellswords. This Horde is a Horde of terrifying men, whose influence in battle is enough to consume the oppositions armies, and splinter their vassals. Together, however, only the Gods can fathom their destructive capability. However, all men are bound by some form of morality, and it just so happens the Isles of Axios were bequeathed with two leaders who’ve the morality to not consume them entirely. Sellswords they are, bloodthirsty Flays and Hordesmen alike, come together, to forge a pact, to exploit the happenings of our realm. THE ROMSTUN-DUNAMIS ALLIANCE THE GODS TREMBLE AT OUR MIGHT, WOE TO THE MAN WHO HAS STOOD AGAINST US. A missive is sent forth, to the respective rebellion, and Courlanders alike. To the Rebellion Denounce the pitiful Kingdom of Lorraine, relinquishing all ties. Fifty thousand mina. To the Kingdom of Courland Denounce the pitiful Kingdom of Lorraine, relinquishing all ties, and the possibilities of ties. A full wagon (double chest) of alchemist fire. Fifty thousand mina. You have twenty four hours to reply. Or otherwise, woe to the two of you.

Land charter (cart) or Sea charter (boat): Cart Island: (Tahn- Oren/Dwarves/Elves, Ceru - Sutica, Asul - Haria) Tahn Point A: (Name of city, settlement, capitall, etc.) Exact co-ordinates of Point A: 525 -100 Tahn Docks Point B: (Name of city, settlement, capitall, etc.) Horde Of Dunamis Exact co-ordinates of Point B: x= 2111 z= -352

Accepted.

Accepted.

Posters can be seen throughout Axios informing the general public that Dunamis has been reformed and is available for hire. Rules No stealing from fellow Dunamians. No killing fellow Dunamians. No Kha. Once you have sworn your loyalty to Dunamis, you may not leave unless honorably discharged. Desertion will be punished with death. No badgering higher ups for promotions. No disrespecting higher ups, this will result in red-marking. Follow all orders given by Higher ups, failure to comply will also result in red-marking. Ranks Marshal There is only one Marshal. He is in charge of leading the Horde, maintaining diplomatic contact and making sure his men get paid on time! The current Marshal is Matthias Revlis. Lieutenants There can be up to two Lieutenants. They are the right and left hand of the Marshal. They assist him in any way he sees fit. The current Lieutenants are Daeron and Danis Revlis. Sergeants Third in command. Sergeants are grizzly veterans who have been with Dunamis for quite some time. They command the forces in daily life and such, when a Lieutenant or the Marshal is not around to do so. Men at Arms The backbone of Dunamis. These are the ordinary warriors of the Horde. They have sworn oath to Dunamis and will fight to the death for their fellow Dunamians! Initiates Initiates are new recruits who are undergoing trial. If they are deemed useful and competent they will be promoted to Men at Arms upon swearing loyalty to the Horde of Dunamis. OOC/RP Application MC Name: RP Name: Skype Account ((PM me if you wish for it to be private)): Timezone: Profession: Do you have Teamspeak?/Are you willing to download it?: PK Clause Agreement ((Yes or No)): Player Kill Clause By applying to the Horde of Dunamis you are willing agreeing to PK your character if you break any of the Rules, stated above (( With sufficient RP, of course )). The PK Clause is not to limit your rp but rather give more significance to the rules that should be followed. This also does not mean one cannot leave the Horde willingly, any member of the Horde may do so if they please. The PK clause shall only be considered if and only if any of the rules are broken. [[ A Bird will be sent if the Application is accepted ]]

Matthias Revlis signs this charter mc name: Pito444

What is the name of your guild, village, organization, etc.: The Horde of Dunamis What is the purpose of your guild/village/organization (if sensitive, this can be withheld and then privately shared with whomever is handling the charter): A mercenary company. What plot size are you interested in: 150x150 What tile are you interested in: A52 If your tile is currently owned by a nation, do you have that nation's leader's approval: Not Signatures (players should sign their persona/character name and their MC name):

10th of the Deep Cold 1547 Silence. The heartland of the Caliphate, once a great green savannah stretching from Al-Wakhrah to the Vandorian mountains, had become a scorching waste, bleached white beneath the southern sun. The Horde of Dunamis, crown jewel of the continent and seat of Richard Revlis, now lay in smoking ruin, her people strewn from Blackwater Bay to the northern riverlands. The mightiest keep in modern history had been twisted into an impenetrable blight on the land, a spite toward the Imperial aggressors who now slept at the bottom of the sea, quietly carried to their watery graves by the morning tide. The men’s bones lay scattered across the ruin, but their souls still lingered, eternally battling in haunted silence. Storm clouds cast a shadow over the battlefield, and from the fortress of Ard-Ghorrock the scene hid behind an opaque sheet of grey rain. A lone mounted figure stood witness to the aftermath from afar, his horse perched on a cleft beneath the Vander castle ankle-deep in snow. The man sat in meditative silence until a faint thunderclap renewed his senses. He turned and left the only home he ever knew, never to return. 60 years later 10th of Sun’s Smile 1608 Nothing had changed. The world turned, battles were fought, men good and bad alike died, some with meaning, some for nothing. History repeated itself. But at the same time, everything changed. The Empire that subjugated half the world and half the races beneath her boot was no more, shattered into pieces that now vied for control over one another. The world went from oppressive order to chaotic freedom, a proving ground for the strong, cunning, and ambitious. In these times the spirit of Dunamis was rekindled in the young Matthias Revlis, who, guided by the spirit of his grandfather Richard Revlis, would strive to restore the Revlis name and once more set alight the bright star of his ancestors. The Horde of Dunamis have returned.