Sixbyte

Bernard de Rouen would read the missive, becoming progressively more angry at the Balianites insults on not only Verbant, but also all of Adria "These DAMNED fools will suffer the weight of their actions..."

Bernard de Rouen would remark from his post upon the Adrian walls "May GOD bestow blessings upon these two's sacred union, may their bond endure through the hardship of Aevos"

Bernard de Rouen would read the missive, a smile growing on his face!

"GOD BLESS ADRIA, GOD BLESS RENATA, THE ETERNAL GATESMEN!" An Adrian calls.

"We win like that?" Caplan exclaims

Truely

-Multiple people were wrong, Trol never denied this being him. Chaotikal said something along the lines of “this is a different discord name”. - Not incredibly vile to consider, not like this same thing hasn’t been done 10 times before. (Hugh and Lionbileti, for example) - I also very clearly said I don’t think the original poster had any part of war-ban mongering, please don’t try and take my words out of context. The original document and original poster seem to genuinely show them being affected by this, but many comments and replies are making it a side versus side due to the ongoing conflict. (for reference) Alright

Where did Trol originally deny being the man in question? Originally someone else said different discord name, not Trol. From everything I have seen he has taken full accountability to the best of his ability, admitted his wrong, spread this specific post to let another’s know, ie sending it in Adria disc to let people know along with a formal apology on this forum and seemingly wanting to to those involved with himself from this time. Again, don’t try to paint me as an internet villain too like it seems to happen if you oppose opinions on this thread, I don’t condone anything he said, I am stating my opinion. This thread was very clearly meant to shoot at opposing warsides. I don’t think the original poster or some of his/her community intended to do so, but many comments and replies, some deleted, are just fueling ammunition towards Adria side. (One example, the poster who brought of screenshots of Beamon, which is unrelated and just targeting the community, as it is entirely separate.)

Hes been unbanned for some time, wonder why you try to get him banned once he gets involved in war... seems like some intention here. He served 4 years, 1460 days. (even more if you are talking about where those screenshots are from, since they are 2018) People change.

Caplan cackles at the missive “The Aaunites are truly down on their luck… a victory post for a single man?”

"GOD BLESS ADRIA! GOD BLESS HENRIK" Kaplan, an Adrianite warrior, screams as he reads over the Dukes missive.

Caplan prepares for battle.

Caplan would load a wagon of Aaunic corpses to be taken from the Adrian square.

👋 o7

Myrrius Mudd would hear of his brothers good work, assisting him in sorting the loot to send off to the fence... a grin upon his young face- not a single hint of sympathy.

Ebereth Iomharach would remark from the Orenian Bastion "Atleast some remain loyal.."

Ebereth Iomharach would cackle from an Orenian tower, a simple word being uttered for those around the maimed man to hear "Karma."

Ebereth Iomharach would mutter to himself from horseback upon hearing of the missive, speaking out "Deh Uruk, hailed az warmongering beasts by those of Humankind... however, it seems suchs words are unfounded wit' deh true intentions of deh Dwarvekin an Haensemen alike comin' teh light" before he called for a Levymen to bring his heavily plated armor "Ave Orenia.."

Ebereth Iomharach would mutter to himself from horseback upon hearing of the missive, speaking out "Deh Uruk, hailed az warmongering beasts by those of Humankind... however, it seems suchs words are unfounded wit' deh true intentions of deh Dwarvekin an Haensemen alike comin' teh light" before he called for a Levymen to bring his heavily plated armor "Ave Orenia.."

Ebereth Iomharach would read the announcement- a smile forming upon his bearded face. Upon the completion of his reading, he would write his own series of letters to those of his family and levymen... "Rally, brothers... it is time for us to prove ourselves for Orenia."

bye man, i’ll miss you! i hope that if/when you come back it’s a better environment. i’ve enjoyed a few of the rp groups you fostered and respect the dedication you’ve put in during the while i’ve known you - sixbyte

————————————————— ————————————————— ————————————————— Ancestry “From whither there, and whither here, The foul beast and his ilk did die. The warrior stood valiantly, nary a fear, And lo, the creature's end was cried.” - Chronicle of Trellius Iomharach, SA 22 ———————— Trellius Iomharach of Dunlace was the first born son of a great ancestry of woodsmen. He was the oldest of his two other brothers, triplets. From a young age Trellius would find himself in the vast greenwood on the outskirts of Dunlace with his fellow brethren training to assume the title of head of his family. A title he had to fight his own brethren for. He was trained from a young age to hunt and feast on the ravenous beast that roamed down the brooks and forested plains alike: bears. On his hunts, he would take a bundle of red berries from nearby bushes, then the valiant highlander crushed them in his hands. With such, he lined his hair with the red dyes that seeped from their drupe; something his athairs’ athair taught him and his kin long ago. A trait his brothers never seemed to master, weakness his athair sought over them. The scents of the berries would shepherd forth the beast straight into its demise. Most people had training with weapons of their choice between spears, axes, and even Cladheabhs. Though Trellius preferred his conquests to be slaughtered with his bare hands. He would go on hunts since he was a boy taking them on with nothing but his brute strength. Rubbing the ichor left behind, into his mane. In even dim firelight, one could see the effect of many years of the man dying his hair. A ritual he performed the years after his mothers passing. From the death from the beasts he swore to end. Such became a legacy that was carried down for generations past his own. At the age of nine Trellius was challenged by his brothers for their athair’s favor. Blood was spilled in the town square, the blood of his brothers for his divine right. The curse of the triplets that now haunts the Iomharach family in perpetuity. After Trellius ascended to claim the Aithman, title of his clan, he chose to settle down for a while. His bainn was a natural redheaded beauty who assailed many titles within the church. The only maiden deemed worthy in his eyes to hold the Iomharach title next to himself. Her name since lost, she bore his two children, Brennus and Saoirse. One day, when Brennus was around the age of four, Trellius took his son into the forest training when a small group of Trellius's men came rushing towards the pair. They were bloodied and bruised with the telltale marks of a bear’s attack sliced into their backs, as they cried out to Trellius and kissed his feet. They screamed, “‘O Aithman, Laird Trellius, weh need yoo!” Trellius hastily grabbed his boy, pulling him into his side as he looked upon the battered men. “Ay, Aithman, der’s a beast like no oh’er. Eh is one th’t towers o’er th’ trees themselves! ‘S mass is greater than any fortress weh ‘ave built, sir! A daichead foot bair now roams t’ese woods!”, they cried practically kissing the woodsman's ass. Trellius knelt down to Brennus, “Yoo run aff teh yer mathair, ‘nd tell ‘er yoo are ready teh be a sealgair!”. With Brennus running off, Trellius turned back to his sorry men. “Get ‘n ax men, we got a bair to hunt!”, he cheered, grabbing hold of one of the fallen and lifting him to his feet. Those that seemed pitiful grew a grin, as if their vigor had suddenly returned merely by Trellius’s words! The army headed out at dawn to hunt down the bear that raised such havoc in the Dunlace wood. Upon the bear’s sighting, the men were stunned in their tracks looking up to the great being. The man's words were true, the bear seemed to peak out above the trees when it stood on its hind legs. Its maw parted as if it were to bite at the sky. Its growls ruffling the leaves, even bending the trees with its winds. Many of the men tried to run, though the Aithman would have none of it. Trellius gritted his teeth at the men’s weakness, seething at their lack of conviction. However, he soon swallowed his resentment and cried out valiantly—“Cam, meh fellow Daoines ‘ov Dunlace. Hav’ yeh fergot’n yer valor? Yer very strength! Weh shall strike forth teh th’ foul beast, frum all sides; let not dis coward ‘ov a bair escape, men!” With axes, arrows, and men swinging and flying everywhere, the beast of a bear did not seem to falter. The saighdears began to fall around Trellius, one, by one, by one. Enough! Anger long since simmering with Trellius boiled over. No! He would lose no one else—nay, not a single more man—to a beast as ferocious as this! He reached up and wiped blood and sweat from his face. A swift gesture. Thus, he charged into bear with all his might! Hands outstretched. Fists curled. The bear fought back. It swung at Trellius, aha, but the great man stood strong! Ye, even strong as a mountain to a storm! Against the barrage of the beast, Trellius held it back. A swift punch. Claws raking into his side. The Aithman landed many strikes. The ground flowed with an ichor of red. As if the sun were blazing upon the horizon. A field of crimson. Indeed, a close battle. With every punch, every hit he took to his side, Trellius grew weaker. He looked around him to see that, despite his efforts, each of his men had fallen though some still watched on in horror. The stout man crumpled in that moment, and the bear was not foolish to pass such an opportunity. The beast struck Trellius along his back, cutting deep with the slash. The great warrior fell to his hands. His breath was shallow. As with rain from a storm, blood spilled and pooled about the fallen Aithman. Vision swimming, his pants becoming more ragged, all looked lost for the man. The bear released a roar, a mocking sound. In that moment, the sealgair quickly snapped out of his haze and in complete rage he let out a blood curdling scream that knocked even the great beast out of its senses! Trellius leapt up, his pain a distant memory. With mangled limbs outstretched, he mounted the bear itself, and grabbed it by the neck. The beast was quick to throw him off, lunging forward to snap at him with its maw. Yet, depending solely upon sheer strength and will, Trellius grabbed both the muzzle and jaw of the beast, holding it open and away. The few men took this opportunity from their Aithman to flee. For three days, even so long as three nights, Trellius held the determined bear still. An hour before the start of the fourth day, the final moments of the battle came. In desperation, having long since reserved its last resolve, the beast attempted to strike out and break Trellius’ hold. The Aithman stumbled back at the barrage, and once again leapt onto the beast’s back with a loud whoop and cry. There were minutes of struggle between Trellius, using all his remaining might to defeat the beast. The bear resisted, even until they both fell to the ground. Finally, at last, the great beast was slain by the great hunter himself. In Trellius’s triumph he got to his feet and walked the battlefield. He spoke a prayer to those who lost their lives to this beast before beginning to make his way back to his kin. A trail of blood followed after him. Further down the path, as dawn rose, a party of men from his village crested over the hill. Brennus was at their forefront, his mac. His son. Beside Brennus, Trellius’ lovely bainn. A smile crept upon his bloodied lips, a limb lifted to reach forth. Though, it was then the great warrior buckled and collapsed. Trellius fell to the wounds of the beast. Never again was he to return to his home, to his people, to celebrate his victory. His name and legacy continue to live on in the rich, Iomharach bloodline he left behind. His valor an inspiration to all of his progeny. A God amongst us all. ————————————————— Tradition ———————— Fighting Tradition The Iomharach line, for many years, has been of both woodsmen and mercenary work alike—long before Trellius himself rose to Aithman. The fight runs deep through each clan member's veins. Before residing in Oren, the Iomharach family lived in the northern regions of Almaris, hunting and training. They often wore heavy cloths made of bears hide to protect themselves from the winter's harsh storms. Upon moving into Oren, the Iomharach clan pledged their loyalty to the King, GOD, and the church; to protect all its residents from external harm. A vow of loyalty they likewise uphold within their clan. The Iomharach clan was constructed on principles of respect, loyalty, honor, and trust to all its people that hold the name. They are raised by their athairs and mathairs to take upon them the role of the most valiant combatants—even from a very young age—to produce outstanding hunters and warriors. Beginning normally at the age of six, Iomharach children begin their training in battle and hunting. Enduring intense trials, they are taught to wield weapons and how to fight for self defense. Their athairs must also work on their ability to tolerate pain in battle. This serves to prepare them for the years of whatever fighting to come. By the age of fifteen the Iomharach boy should now be a man ready for war. Values, if not upheld after the coming of fifteen, are punishable by their reigning Aithman, for the disrespect and dishonor of the grand Iomharach line. Forgiveness is also a trait that is not known well to the Iomharachs. Any ill intent or threat spoken to any member of the clan shall not, nor will ever, be tolerated. These are taken as a threat to the clan as a whole. These threats, by clan law, must be dealt with by an honorable duel, or death, depending on its severity. Forgiveness then may be given to the family or clan the threat was dealt from, so long as this occurs. Until then, proper repercussions shall be executed by order of the reigning Aithman. In combat, the Iomharach family has a particular taste for heavier set weaponry. Heavy weapons are signs of strength and power that the Iomharch family values greatly. The image of strength by just wielding these weapons gives the man holding it a sense of dominance to his opentents. Yet, in the hands of fools, this moment of intimidation lasts for little long. As the sons of Iohmarach age with the weapons they wield, they become finer with improvements of skills and competence. With this, their minds too sharpen, and training in weapons of lighter or more finesse, compared to warhammers, are likewise practiced and even preferred. ———————— Music and Dance Traditions Dance was never a natural characteristic of the Iomharach bloodline but traditional dance and music can be seen throughout the clan's customs. Iomharach are no stranger to throwing gatherings for important family occasions such as weddings, coming of age, and the passing of an Aithman. The music is mostly a deep drum accompanied by fiddles, vocals of hollars and calls, flutes, and the occasional uilleann. Rince Sona Rince sona is a traditional Iomharach dance performed at weddings after the bride accepts the Iomharach name. It is a dance of stomps and jumps in a circle that surrounds the wedded couple. The group is to stomp on the ground in a rhythm that is set by the music playing, then Aithman then throws a black bear's hide blanket over the couple officially anointing the woman into the clan. This is the signal for every clan member surrounding the weds to start jumping in a circle and inbetween the other clan members around the couple in jubilee. Cúig Rince Déag Cúig Rince Déag is a traditional dance performed at the clans childrens coming of age gathering. It is the tradition of the Aithman appointing the child to be an official warrior of the clan. They are to get their face painted in bears blood. A line on the right cheek for loyalty, a line on the left for trust, and a line starting from his or her hair line down their nose to their neck for the binding of family. Once the ritual is complete the child's father is to pour the rest of the blood over the new warrior's hair. The clan is to then kiss their fists and bring them out in front of them to pray for the child to be as strong as their ancestors in their coming years. The celebration is called for in dance. ———————— Religion The Iomharachs converted to Ownysim upon their settling in the Kingdom of Oren. The Iomharachs were previously Atheistic due to their secluded isolation in the North as they roamed far from missionaries. Upon their entry, into more civilized land, they opted for change as to adapt to their new circumstances. Ebereth Iomharach took it upon himself to personally inscribe a copy of the Owynist scriptures for home study. His family thereafter devoted themselves to studying its words, as the religion as a whole. ————————————————— Inheritance Brennus bore five bastard sons, each of which gained the title of Archdarin upon the creation of the clan. The Archdarin position was created for the five pure-blooded Brennish men, to help their athair settle major conflicts and decisions that arose within the clan. These five men are to be the potential heir to the Aithman title of the Iomharach clan, which can only be granted to direct descendants of the Brennus himself and the eldest man of their line. The Aithman is the highest, most virtuous title of the Iomharach clan, bestowed to a patriarch after the passing of the previous. A role founded by Sir Brennus himself upon his father passing, and a title Brennus granted to his successor upon his death as well. The Aithman serves his family from the day of his appointment to the day that his body is put into a tomb. He is the man of the highest respect within the clan. An Aithman that acts out of malice against this call is to have the highest order of punishments bequeathed upon them. An Archdarin is an honorable title within the Iomharach clan. They are in direct power over the Iomharach meńages and the important decisions under the supervision of the Aithman. Their role is to ensure all important lines of Brennus’s sons are given a sense of power and defiance for themselves and the overarching goals of the clan. They are to keep order and peace within the clan in the Aithmans absence. A dilemma as to who is to be appointed the next Aithman is settled by the patriarch. If the patriarch is unable to select his legatee it becomes a decision of the members of the Archdarin. Each member is appointed one vote to give another Archdarin to assume the title of Aithman. In the event of an Archdarin’s death, the next to assume his role is of the eldest of that Archdarin’s direct bloodline. If not his eldest, then the next, and so forth. If none else are present of that Archdarin’s bloodline, then the title and vote are removed or presented to a new member of a different Iomharach bloodline who does not yet hold an Archdarin title. Votes that pertain to the entitlement of the new Aithman are judged of authority. The Archdarin class must always contain an odd number of constituents to eliminate the event of a tie, ideally five consecutive members like the initial brethren. For a new member to be added to the Archdarin class, all founding or existing Archarins must vote unanimously for his addition. Any insubordinate actions from those of the Archdarin position—against the Iomharach clan—will result in complete extermination of the source of conflict. Any work around the set rules or conditions of the founding Aithman would result in a shared clan execution to the appointed Aithmans choosing. ————————————————— Appearance With their woodsmen roots and highlander heritage, the militaristic clan are known for some rather unorthodox characteristics. The Iomharachs are adept at adapting to the constantly changing society of Oren. Their facial features often include eyes shades of many green and blue eyes, reddish to brown facial hairs, and large snouts. As well as the most common and dominant blessing, their ginger hair. Some recurring traits that can be seen throughout the clan are blushed noses and cheeks, freckled faces, and being quite stout. Traditionally, Iomharach men are often plump and burly with the ability to shed immense amounts of weight when transitioning from peace to wartime. The majority of the Brennish Iomharach’s are rather short, ranging from 5 '2 - 5' 8 on average. Their attire consists of plaid kilts, robes, or clothes that hang over them. Colors of green, tans, browns, and dark reds are common themes in their attire. Bear hides could also be found drooping over their shoulders, representing their honor to their clan in sacred times. Collections of animal hides are also found hanging around their sides as trophies. Weapons of all sorts likewise hang upon their belts or are tied to their torsos. On the other hand, Iomharach females are often on the slimmer side and are rare beauties of reddish brown curly locks and deep green eyes. They have fairer skin and frail structures that are conflicting to their combat skills. Their height on average ranges from 5 ‘0 - 5 ‘4. Females normally wear dresses that are layered with plaid shawls or skirts. Green, browns, and tans are also often common colors throughout their wardrobes. ————————————————— Cuisine From Trellius, to Brennus, to the various other members of the family, they all share a common taste for food. As the Iomharach clan is a martially based family, a large majority of their meals are easy to cook, have high protein and nutrients, and can be found in the wilderness. These meals were meant to be cooked with limited supplies and utensils, so they could be made within a kitchen, the battle front, or a cave. Consisting of game meat and eggs, wild herbs and vegetables, as well as berries. ———————— Gráinneog Steig A customary classic of the Iomharach family. In its simplest form, this dish is smoked and seared, wild-caught hedgehog steaks. Often served with a side of dark grain bread, berries or potatoes and radishes. This meal is prepared often on the battlefield, the hedgehogs are captured with a refined and perfected trap made specifically for the spiny mammals. The other sides are foraged and found within raided towns and barracks. The hedgehog is de-quilled and skinned, before being butchered into slices of steaks, specifically the flanks, loins, and sirloins. Occasionally if the family is in a rush, they will simply cook the butchered hedgehog in full. Smoked lightly in a leaf wrapping, before being seared or spit roasted to lock in the flavor and reduce the gamey taste. The vegetables or berries are either roasted or eaten raw. ———————— Cranberry Pie It is often said within the line of the Iomharach family that the reason that their hair is such a vibrant red, is simply due to the fact of their diet. The cranberry pie is a staple in Iomharach cuisine. These pies are no ordinary pie however. Consisting of an unhealthy amount of berries, which seems impossible as they are quite a healthy fruit. However, the Iomharachs managed to grind, blend, and compress the berries into a jam that is so potent, that it’s said it turned the hair of their children bright red. ———————— Herbal Mead The most common drink of the Iomharach line is strong herbal meads. Consisting of thyme, bay leaves, rosemary, and lemons. This strong beverage is used to compliment the bold flavors of the staple foods in the family’s cuisine. Its high alcohol content also serves as a way for the men of the clan to drink away their trauma and problems, most stemming from military service. ————————————————— Signed, Aithman Ebereth Iomharach, Second Aithman of Clan Iomharach, Roarke Iomharach Alfraid Iomharach Sorret Iomarach

Ebereth Iomharach would nod approvingly at his cousin finally finding a wife.