ContestedSnow

australian timezones strike again, when will these dastardly hours be stopped

"V - I - L - E - M... Vilem..." The Radovanic murmured as he finished putting down his signature on the complete writ, having put much help into... orating to those who could actually write for the Drazdany. He stood up at the table and raised his flask up to the air; immediately taking a drink. "SZAVJA DRAZDANJA! SZAVJA BUREVIYSK! SZAVJA TAIZHARSTVA! GODAN PRESERVE EMPIRE ONE THOUSAND YEARS!"

"Now you are just needing place to drop all the books, da? You can be making bookshelf. Maybe even two shelf for books?" Vilem Radovanic noted to Ailred and Cazsmich, having let himself in the room with the two writers. He rubbed his chin sagely.

Username: ContestedSnow Character Name: Vilem Radovanic Affiliation: Empire of Man Desired Rank: Vanguard Which games will you be attending?: THE BATTLE OF ELDMYR, THE SIEGE OF TOTENPFALZ

✠ Discord & IGN Usernames: Contestedsnow/Contestedsnow ✠ Full Legal Name: Alric Ljudovit var Ruthern ✠ Age (Must be over 18): 33 ✠ Running for Which Seat (Burgher of X): Burgher of Ghaestenwald ✠ Residence (Must be within constituency): Residence in Vrazdov, seat of Ghaestenwald ✠ Provide a brief account (100-300 words) of your standing, trade, or service to your community, by which you claim fitness to represent them in the Burgherraad: Since my youth, I have been blessed enough to reside within the lands of the Galahars of the north, who took me and my siblings in at our lowest and worked to raise us up to proper and loyal men and women of the Empire, and now it is my desire to represent Ghaestenwald in the Burgherraad, repaying a longstanding debt to the House of Galahar. For many years, I worked under their Second Son Trading company, learning the art of horse ranching under their tutelage; Ghaestenwald Coursers and Highland Rouncey's were hardly an uncommon sight in the early years of the Empire's reign upon Azuras, and I proved no stranger to getting my hands dirty in the mines and fields of the land. I grew up among the Galahars. The past few years I have dedicated myself to assisting the Imperial war effort's supply train, even when circumstances kept me away from the field. Those who know me, know that I am a dedicated man. Now, I wish to dedicate myself to building for the future of the Empire's peoples. By trade, I am a soldier, a merchant, a rancher. The teachings imparted upon me by the men and women of Ghaestenwald; self-reliance, industriousness, economic acumen; I now intend to put to use representing these honourable Crows in His Imperial Majesty's government. Allow me the privilege of representing you. By Bones and Barrows.

Alric, one of many sons of Ruther, nodded slightly as he perused his nephew's call to action, fingers tracing idly over the sabre that hung loose at his side. A cigarette hung in the corner of his mouth, and the Raev stifled a wracking cough as he folded the parchment away. "Dobry." He was not aware Justinyn had such a grasp on the written word; or perhaps it was Lukas and the others. He did recall seeing them all hunched over the table for something or other.

ruthern rostig COA is one of my favourites by bones and barrows

you could probably try contacting sander directly to ask if he still has the image saved, i remember it being pretty interesting

"A coward's exit from the fight he started, and after all his drivel about martyrdom." Alric var Ruthern scoffed.

"Godan is good." Alric noted, raising a hand to sign in prayer.

Alric's face was a mask of dread as he read through this grave ignominy from his seat in the Bear Trap Tavern ... before the Ruthern could no longer bear to play the part of offended True Faith believer, nor could the bannerman stifle the uproarious laughter to follow.

A once-prince of the destroyed Haeseni realm, now an increasingly elderly man, perused the study with his single eye; his expression mired in amusement and woe both. Aleksandr of Barbanov-Bihar-Galahar lamented to the much younger scions of the Galahar family. "Godan, we were strong back then. How far the old realm rose, only to whittle away, fall and crumble to dust. Now, Haense is less than dust, it is nothing at all." He tapped the page before him, and cast a glance askew to his nephews. "Such tragedies ought to be remembered once wrought. To grant our ancestors that honour, at least, would be right."

human warrior d&d mains represent (paladins count)

if the tiles auto-produce the ore in a chest to collect thats fine, but as it was on aevos, someone has to be the 'NATION' guy sitting in the mine for 1 hour per minecraft armour set (speaking as a guy who had the glorious honour of grinding every piece of gear for Haense that got lost at westmark) i dont think there ends up being much distinction between 'fighter' and 'not fighter' once warclaims come around either way, realms will pull every single person they can to try and achieve numbers advantage