Nectorist

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Albatross Volaren smiles.

Philip III thanks his cordial partners in Elvenesse for the gratitude, promising to meet with them as soon as he was situated in his place.

THE MANDATE OF HEAVEN 11th of Tobias’s Bounty 1849 To Emperor Philip II, Generations of misrule have degraded the once-supreme status of the Holy Orenian Empire. Your father, Joseph II, wrote correctly when acknowledged that the Age of Heroes was over. However, his words were not fond ones; he was a foresighted man, one who saw the dark turn that humanity would take in an era without these men of great stature. The consequence of this trend has manifested in a man of petty repute- Philip Augustus, a lecherous cretin. The great men and women of the Empire are pressed under the boot of two men who will not dedicate themselves to their own subjects. Our gallant soldiers in the Imperial State Army bleed to death on the battlefield while Philip Augustus rolls in his wheelchair. He is not the man who will bring Oren from the brink, nor is he the man who will bring glory to humanity as his ancestors once did. It is because of the incapability of the Emperor that my hand is forced. I, Philip Amadeus, shall restore the honor and prestige of our exalted Empire that has been tarnished by the weak men who lead it now. I will return to our Empire and save it from the decay that grips it now. I will act in accordance with the Lord’s will and return our Empire to better days, days that many long for. Your throne is mine. Surrender it to me and I shall free Oren from its shackles. AD DEI GLORIAM, HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Philip III, Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Helena, Novellen, Furnestock and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera HER IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Anastasia of Kositz, Empress consort of the Holy Orenian Empire, Duchess consort of Furnestock

Philip Amadeus steps onto dry land, thanking his lucky stars for the chance to stretch his legs.

Adolphus, having been rejected from several universities due to past racially and culturally insensitive comments, does a dance around a burning bush in order to demonstrate that he is a respectful, understanding individual worthy of being accepted to the most prestigious universities on Almaris.

"Sorry I was late Franz, I was doing stuff," said Vladislav. "I'm stuff," said the pile of necromantic lifeforce amalgamating upon a table in the corner of the lab. "Oh my God... lab materials... noo!!!!" Said Vladislav. "Hahahaha Vladislav you are defying the will of the Creator," said Franz.

Prince Adolf looks upon these events with great interest... Just kidding, he's off playing with a toy dragon.

the older players on the server make me do the fortnite dance and shout go white boy go

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Prince Adolf Gloriana imagines himself looking something like this when he's older

LoTC is set in a fantasy world with races and cultures that, while mirroring the real world at times, are still separate from our world and how it functions. How would a voidal mage process losing their physical strength? How differently would PTSD manifest in the quick, erratic warfare seen on Almaris compared to the sustained, pervasive warfare of our modern day? Because elves age slowly, how does their perception of time process how the world around them operates, and how would resulting mental illnesses manifest? How would a human who feels greater kinship with dwarves go about living their lives in a city of their own race, away from the people they feel closer to? What would genocide mean to a snow elf, who has witnessed the death of their people many times, compared to a Kadarsi, who hasn't really experienced that in their lifetime? These are only a few of the questions that arise when you begin to consider LoTC's unique setting and how it might influence mental health and wellbeing. Sure, there are some aspects of the human experience that can more or less transcend culture, but not every character on LoTC is a human, nor do we have magic or a pantheon of deities or supernatural creatures in real life that LoTC humans must contend with. It's because of this that I think there's some wiggle room for how mental illness may manifest so long as, like what other people have said, it isn't played off as intentionally offensive or a complete joke. LoTC is not the real world. The world our characters are affected by is a lot different than the one we live in today.

Franz Sarkozy takes this opportunity to make s’mores.

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"Fine work from my fellow subjects. They're proven themselves to be an industrious, capable lot, willing to forge their own path even within the Empire. For that, they have my commendation," remarks Philip Amadeus, having recently returned from his travels abroad.

The Pursuit of Malin's Mantle A writing by Aldred Tundrak It could be said that the greatest curse of the elves, and the greatest barrier to our unity, is the longevity which we enjoy. While the grudges of humans run deep, the succession of a few generations, all in short order, leave later generations with little memory of what grievances were committed. Similarly, the dwarves and orcs have, historically, found a need to band together in spite of whatever squabbles have threatened their internal unity, thus allowing them to develop methods of which to settle disputes without delving into civil conflict. In the case of the elves however, past wounds have not yet healed, nor are they inclined to without some momentous external pressure necessitating it, and even in those events such unity is temporary and still fragmented. Many before have claimed a mandate to rule over their kin, yet only one has truly obtained such a standing: this, of course, being Malin himself. It is from him that this ideal, that of uniting the elves under one cause, one dream, and one destiny, derives. To first examine the development of Malin’s Mantle (what I have dubbed the pursuit of following in the footsteps of Malin and his dominance over the elves) and its place in our history, we must reach an agreeable definition by which to apply to the various states that have risen and fallen in the past centuries. To achieve this, I have devised five clauses by which this definition encompasses, and which all must apply for a state to have full claim to Malin’s Mantle. I) The state must be inherently elven in nature: that is, being composed primarily of elves. II) The state must have mastery over all of the elven peoples: the mali’ame, the mali’aheral, the mali’ker, and the mali’fenn. III) The strength of the state must derive from its own arms and merits, rather than relying on the arms or backing of a foreign power. IV) The state must be independent. V) The state must recognize its possession of Malin’s Mantle and conduct itself as not only the preeminent elven power, but the champion of elvendom as a whole and the arbiter of all inter-elven disputes. With this definition established, we may now look at the various states and regimes which have come nearest to claiming Malin’s Mantle, examining both their merits and drawbacks to pursuing such a station. The aim to acquire Malin’s Mantle has its roots in the rise of the Princedom of Malinor, which established itself as the preeminent home of the mali’ame, the mali’ker, and a significant amount of mali’aheral. For over a century, the Princedom held the dominating position in the elven world, only prevented from claiming pure hegemony by the emergence of Haelun’or, which became the seat of the high elves. Haelun’or prevented Malinor from its pure dominance over the elves, held in a manner akin to Malin himself, but there is something to be said for the early Princedom’s successes. Had they managed to bring the rest of the high elves under their domain, would we speak about this Princedom in the same way we speak of other great conquerors and unifiers? That question means little here, for in the Fringe any possible aspirations of the Princedom of Malinor to reach this ascendancy were dashed. The Fringe was a tumultuous land, wrought with warfare, assassination, and the rise of strongmen within anarchic and quarrelsome states who used their military prowess to bring a level of stability to the continent as a whole. It was in this period that the Princedom of Malinor, never a great military power in its own right, utterly collapsed. Haelun’or, backed by the might of Oren, shared no such fate. It can be argued that their power, deriving from the human realms, prevents them from having any claim to Malin’s Mantle. Furthermore, the emergence of the mali’fenn, originally an obscure tribe with no relevant position on the world stage, posed a challenge to Haelun’or’s rise. The snow elves would continue to be a thorn in the side of many prospective claimants of Malin’s Mantle for years to come, even after numerous attempts to wipe out their race. As the power of the Silver State waned, Oren looked towards the Dominion of Malin, an emergent wood elven state that would soon become the home of a number of other elven races, as their primary partner in controlling the elven world. Unlike the prior two examples, the Dominion spent little effort hiding their true ambitions: evidenced in the state’s name. Seeking to dominate elvendom as a whole, the partnership between Oren and the Dominion was formidable for a great duration of the Johannian Empire, culminating in their triumph over the Axis Powers, Haelun’or among their ranks, during the Krajian Rebellion. Lasting through both the Johannian and Pertinaxi Imperial regimes, the Dominion enjoyed a position of prominence as a crucial junior partner to the humans. During this period, the Dominion was, doubtlessly, the greatest power in the elven world. Although heavily supported by foreign states, the Dominion of Malin possessed a formidable and sizable military, one that could hold its own during the many wars it found itself engaged in. That said, while the Dominion certainly was the preeminent elven power, it was no great unifying force. Many of its goals were carefully-intertwined with those of its human allies: a pragmatic approach, but one not befitting the grander idealism of Malin’s Mantle. Likely because of this, at various points in time, the mali’ker of the Warhawks, the mali’aheral of Haelun’or, and the mali’fenn of Fenn all stood as independent and with significant enough power to resist the Dominion and its human allies. The fall of the Dominion of Malin precipitated the rise of Gladewynn, led by Kairn Ithelanen. Gladewynn, though short-lived, boasted a martial prowess that, although still not strong enough to enable the state to act completely on its own, did serve it well in subjugating the tribes of Krugmar. Similarly to the Dominion of Malin, Gladewynn’s more pragmatic policies gave room to fierce opposition; namely from Fenn and an Almenodrim splinter state of the Dominion, known as the Principality of Aegrothond. For the remainder of Gladewynn’s short existence, its supremacy would be denied by these two elven states, both coordinating to retain their own regional power and autonomy. The last possible contender to be the inheritor of Malin’s legacy was the Elven Union, collective of various elven states on Arcas opposed to the Empire of Man. Capable of standing by itself militarily, the Elven Union remained opposed to many attempts by the Empire of Man to drive it under the Haelun’orian regime. Until the War of the Two Emperors, when the Elven Union made the mistake of involving itself in a conflict all but unrelated to its interests, the alliance remained a powerful force in elvendom. Although by no means the most serious contender (Fenn acted as the first among equals within the alliance and not as directors of their policy. Haelun’or remained independent, and the Elven Union was more akin to a confederation than a unified state), the Elven Union was a remarkable example of a number of elven states uniting to form a stable front against a stronger power. Today, we, as a wider elvendom, are fragmented and disunited. Our lack of military prowess, a curse that has always plagued us, has been exploited by foreign powers who seek to divide us so that we may be used for their own gain. Aware of this threat, isolated elven states have, repeatedly, turned to these outside powers, casting their freedom at their feet in exchange for survival. Should this balance one day be upset, the elven states would fall, one by one, until we are forced into servitude or subjugation. It is in light of this future that, notwithstanding our collective of elven states meets to create a body to champion our interests as a race, one individual rises above the unambitious rest, one who seeks to reclaim Malin’s Mantle in a way others before have tried, yet failed, to do.

+1 I can see this being especially helpful for newer players who have next to no familiarity with legal rp.

Galar enters the front door of the Ithelanen shadow tower (tm), carrying an empty carton of juice. "Dad! Did you drink all the-" He begins to shout before coming to a sudden pause. The tower was empty of its inhabitants, and the only sign of their departure was a single, solitary note as well as a handful of Imperial marks left on the kitchen table. "Will be back later. Had a business meeting. Drank all the juice- didn't want to be thirsty on the walk. I've left you some money to buy some more. See you soon, Dad"

Ik it’ll never happen but plz LC would be such a boost

this is a kiwi-free zone tyvm

Robert Francis somberly takes the time to reflect on the words and deeds of his mother-in-law, wondering if the example she had set would be a lasting one.