ContestedSnow

Vilem Radovanic raised a ragged, gloved hand up to rub his brow in the aftermath of that brutal first battle. He tugged at a bandage that wrapped about one eye, bloodied, and the Raev grimaced. "What are you thinking, Justinyn? Is this worth of oath to you?"

VA OSPODAR VITJASK TAIZHARSTVA THE HOST FIGHTS FOR EMPIRE ON THIS DAY, WE THE PEOPLE OF THE BUREVIY HOST, CAST FROM OUR GRACES AND OUR COMPANY, SER JUSTINYN VAR RUTHERN. It is from the following actions that we have come to this conclusion; I. Justinyn var Ruthern is guilty of betraying his oath to his kin and his Emperor. The breaking of such a sacred oath is evil and will not be tolerated within our company. He is guilty of breaking the sacred Privorska that he swore alongside Galahar and Radovanic. This is inexcusable. II. The Bureviy Host was formed beneath the aegis of the Imperial Dragon, with the intention of settling the north as a shield for the heartlands of the Empire. Justinyn’s actions are counter to our desire to serve the Empire. His decision to fight alongside the Valmont traitors fractures from our stated goals and intentions. III. Furthermore, Justinyn var Ruthern engaged in combat against the Emperor’s own forces during the Imperial summons of House Helane before the throne; members of both Radovanic and Galahar were forced to shed blood against their Raevir brethren as a result of this betrayal of the Empire. IV. Finally, Justinyn var Ruthern has incited members of the Black Company to stray from the purpose of the Bureviy and follow him into traitorous combat against our God-given liege. It is for these grave offences that he is stripped of his status as Boyar within the Host, and exiled from amongst our peoples on pain of death. The remaining Ruthern kin may remain within the Host, so long as those of age reaffirm their utmost fealty to the Empire and the Hetman, and those in minority stay under the guidance of Lady Anastasya. The families of Radovanic and Galahar both vow they shall punish this treachery with dislimbment and disengagement; we will kill you for this. The Bureviy Host will ride at the side of His Imperial Majesty, and fight to put down these treasonous dogs. GODANI JEST WIELKI Vilem Svetimyr Radovanic, Hetman of the Bureviy Host, Boyar of the Radduma HIS LORDSHIP, Franz Galahar, Baron of Ghaestenwald, Lord of Vrazdov, Boyar of the Radduma HER LADYSHIP, Marjoreya Katya Galahar, Baroness of Ghaestenwald HER LADYSHIP, Anastasya Reza Ruthern née Galahar On this month of, TOV AND YERMEY, 637 EHR SIGMUNDA

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"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

i resent the thought of spending even more time in the mines to make 1 kit. a single suit of armour on AEVOS was one hour of real life time, plus the grind times for breeding cows and collecting leather. during veletz war i was forced to spend so much time in the mines gathering ore that i essentially stopped roleplaying altogether to try and keep up with gear demand. i would say that the best choice for pvp is making gear as cheap as possible to make people less scared of losing it; with the amount of time it took to gather gear for roleplayers on 9.0, it actually delivered psychic damage to have to use it in combat and i personally think contributed to making communities reticent of actually USING the gear. the gear costs being nil on this temp map has made me think that maybe costs should ALWAYS have been this low. after all, the mythical unemployed pvper will defeat the unemployed rper in any grinding competition, so why bother forcing people to compete for who can waste the most total amount of hours of their lives in a tile mine

Aleksandr finished reading through the piece over a mug of Carrion Black; the newest volume in his personal set of the Winter Crows, placed down to rest with a... curious expression. The Galahar's sole eye was glazed over, perhaps in memory of these memories he would never see for himself, as he sat wordlessly at a fine spruce desk before he set to penning a brief letter to the author of the works. His hope was that it would somehow find its way to the hands of said author. "Demetrius Barrow, It is always a pleasure to read your works. They elucidate on memories and stories that might otherwise be lost to time, or lost to the predations of current or future rulers who might desire to see the past quashed and forgotten, or far worse, rewritten. These recollections give this old man hope that the stories of the past and of my fallen homeland shall continue on far, far into the future beyond us; and that the records of the Haeseni peoples, and the tales of my royal forebears, shall never be relegated solely to the dustbin of history. From one Crow to another, I applaud your efforts. Truest regards, Aleksandr of Barbanov-Bihar-Galahar."

"Coalitions. Nice, long lists of signatures; this brings back old memories. Putting their Covenant studies to practice, I'd say." Aleksandr wore a gently amused smile on his aging face; reminded of his youth many decades ago now.

"This might have been the expected result for anyone with eyes or ears at that council. It is this barbar's hope that His Imperial Majesty does see that the Curia is resurrected from the grave of Canon Law to do as he bids in the LEX TIBERI." Aleksandr prayed, among the deathly gales of the isolated Empire's north.

this submission makes me want to play a fire mage i also like the idea of encouraging magic specialisation with the 2 slot

"This may have been inevitable from the very day they burnt Saint Daniel's throne. A foreign body crept into our Mother Church slowly, like a parasite, and now it cries Raev at every shadow. Their true faith perhaps is fear of their Canonist flock." Aleksandr signed the Hussariyan, disenchanted with the Establishment.