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Amidst the relatively busy streets of the Silver City, a mali'aheral would come upon the middle in fine garbs with gold and silver details here and there. He looks around and starts shouting to the people. "My fine, fine people of Haelun'or! My fine people of the mali'aheral kind. Just recently it was release a piece of filthy valah propaganda that put our image to shame. A weak attempt to a dead cause. However, the claims made on that propaganda were serious. A call to death in the name of Vydra, the one that wished for our perfect kind, your own brothers and sisters to die! I call upon thee, men and women of good in elcihi'thilln. Come, and listen to my words! Heed them! For too long have we, 'aheral, let the blood of our ancestors, and their ancestors be cast to shame and to mix with the blood of others. For too long have we allowed those who bring nothing but the twisting of logic and the destruction of peace through our gates! Come forth, Mali'Aheral of this great nation! No more will we accept the reign of a soft handed mix-blood to take the Silver Crown. I call upon you, my brothers, to bring down the inpure government of Sohaer Cenwall! Bring forth another era to the Mali'Aheral, bring forth an era of purity! Bring forth an era as prosperous as the heritage Kalenz Uradir left for us, destroyed by the inpures who came after! Come forth, Mali'Aheral of purity and perfection! Bring down the inpure, disgusting government and it's council of dogs that leads us!" The elf is cheered by about 5-6 elves, who later joins him as he walks away. -Arkanos Lii'ruel

"Ave." cheers Robert Therving

((I thought this was an FRP))

Thanks. -Ratiki Lore Team

This is too good... Loved to work on it with you!

Varos weeps in sadness.

((That name's taken straight outta Skaven name generator, lmfao, otherwise good writing, just dislike the (,,'') things, it's... Weird))

THE LAST STAND By Ardantas Ri’Truell ((Based off Sabaton - Last Stand)) In the Heart of Holy See, In the home of Holy Empire, The seat of power is endangered. There’s a foe of a thousand swords, They’ve been abandoned by their lord, Their fall from grace will pave their path to damnation. Then the 189 In the service of the Pontiff They’re protecting the Holy Line. It was 1527 Gave their lives on the steps to the Seven THY WILL BE DONE For the Grace for the Might of our GOD For the Home of the Holy For the Faith for the way of the sword Gave their Lives so boldly For the Grace for the Might of our GOD In the name of His Glory For the Faith for the way of the sword Come and sing their story once more Under guard of Felix Fitch Along a secret avenue The Imperial Palace is waiting They’re the guards of Holy See They’re the guard of all that is Holy Their path to History is paved in salvation Dying for Salvation, with dedication No capitulation, annihilation Pontiffical commendation, reincarnation The Seven is your destination IN THE NAME OF GOD Gave their lives so boldly Come and tell the Nauzican story again. (About the Nauzican defense during the Siege of Johannesburg, which was ended by the explosion of the Thahnic bomb) Ghost Division ((Based off Sabaton - Ghost Division)) Fast as the wind the invasion has begun Shaking the ground with the force of thousand men First into battle, first into hostile land Cav’s leading the way, leading the way Charging the lines with the force of a furious storm Fast as the lightning Phantom Swarm 200 miles at nightfall Taking within a day Thus earning the name Earning the fame They are the most elite, Born to compete, Never retreat, GHOST DIVISION Leaving or dead, Always ahead, Led by your dread Always ahead, as the siege rages on Breaking the morale, with the sound of flying bolts First in the line of battle, first into hostile land Cav’s leading the way, leading the way. Leaving a trail of destruction to a foreign land Waging war with conviction! Massive assault made to serve the Orenian plan Imperial Pride, Ghost Division Communication’s broken, reinforcements are far away Thus earning the name Earning the fame They are the most elite, Born to compete, Never retreat. GHOST DIVISION Leaving or dead, Always ahead, Fed by your dread, GHOST DIVISION (About the Division of Cavalry & Infantry responsible for invading and taking Castle Rhewengrad, during the Siege of Rhewengrad, under Henry Rothesay's orders. A key victory to the Empire in the Eighteen Year's War) MORE TO COME. ((Leave constructive critics below))

"Do ney let the anger take on ti, starac. Ti know nothing of moj roots! Nista! Ja know nothing af Sveto Pravoslavlje, but ja am not the one that abandoned it to some srce sranje. I am the one that is trying, that is making, that is giving his life at stake for the well-being af Sveto Praboslavlje. Ti si nothing to say of ja, starac. Go back to the sacred hands of Canonism, Sveto Pravoslavlje is place for jaki muskarci, not weak, cowardly men. It is time ti retire i go to the Seven, starac." Bishop Ratko I grumbles in an angry letter back to Vladimir, with a P.S.: under: "Make know, starac, that ja have ne quarrel with ti. Ja nadati se that you haff none sa me either. Bog vodi nas. Godan bless tvoj path."

"Holy ****, he's badass" Hyrfwall the Graven comments.

"The faith of tvoj people runs weak. TRUE faithful should follow the teachings of Orthodoxy. Ja have ne trouble with the Ruskan-Canonist, as long as zhey have none with the verni of Orthodoxy in the Bishopric." Bishop Ratko Todric said in a gloomy voice to Vladimir, going off to take care of his newly claimed Bishopric.

THE BISHOPRIC OF SRBIJA “BOG VODI NAS” It is by declaration of Ratko Todric that is founded the BISHOPRIC OF SRBIJA to house and gather all those who deem themselves followers of Ruskan Orthodoxy. Under the rule of GODAN and Men carrying out his will, the BISHORPIC OF SRBIJA will be concretized as a NOMADIC GROUP until further land acquirement is made. Until then, the Despotate and it’s followers shall be spread out on the new land of ATLAS. Until it is concretized as a nation-group of it’s own, the Bishopric seeks any able bodied, faithful man of the Orthodox liturgy to come and help concretize this pursue. TERMS FOR APPLICATION Name: Race:(NO ELVES, ORCS or KHA) Age: Are you a faithful of the Orthodoxy? If not, are you willing to convert?: Desired position (Brother-in-arms, cook, etc): OOC IGN: Discord(Not necessary, but recommended): Do you agree to main a character of this Despotate? This is required: @grubgoth_wud (Edited the name and title, forgot Despotate was a Byzantine title)

Ratko Todric leaves a pin to one of the fliers "Hi, am need boat"

Hello! This is the first of a series of posts that I will be doing - probably in partnership with Wud - regarding the Srpskans. This first one is something I just dug outta my mind with minimal research. The next ones will be more elaborated, I promise. (Due to the formatting in Google Docs being better than here, sorry, I'll leave the link. Anyone can comment their suggestions or question anything there or here.) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ieP_lU6VxaeR-yojjt7PQ5YkSiGBVIi95nOJzrNZOPQ/edit

"Hallo" Raphaël var Homberger, Klaus' recruit, waves.

comic sans and forum mod? ew

-Yes -Yes -Yes -Nop

@Smaw I love you. Also, I can answer some questions too, so shoot 'em.

Ser Rowan 'Ginger' Von Mardstadt 'The Bastard' loots Norlandic corpses.

"The pretty part of Norland." Ginger muses.

"It ztill plaguez mi mind... Huw dah zkah am a female goblin dat did'nub win a klomp ah Rex?" Zhofgaar asks himself.

"So... you're leaving because your source of money, activity and quite literally everything that isn't transgender elves just because they're going through a bad phase? So much for allies, huh." the Ginger mercenary comments.

"You're still gonna lose, I hope you know that..." the Ginger mercenary says "Don't get too cocky"

~ OOC ~ MC IGN: Brazilianski Discord (required): Brazilianski#2905 Teamspeak: I don't have a TS username, I just bump in servers every now and then. Timezone: Brazil Time (UCT +3) ~ Role Play Information ~ Name: "Ginger" Age: God knows. Race: Probably human. Skills (Nexus): Nothing. Practically inept. Overall useless. Any Allegiances: Sellsword. That's all.