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Atticus ponders to himself "Which Almaris does this man stand on? Clearly not mine... For I do not remember ever hearing this man being proclaimed Baron of anything in Westfall." He shakes his head tossing the missive out.

Atticus Nightingale reads the missive whilst enjoying a nice glass of red wine "So many traitors to still burn."  he muses putting the missive down and continuing to sip on his wine.

[!] The writers of the "Holy Post" prepare to file a lawsuit against this obvious steal of their invention of the newspaper. "Those damn puffed up, make up wearing, lizard skinned, blue veined, peasant abusing, rat eating, pig dog, NOBLES are back at it again! Stealing the commoners inventions! What's next? Are they going to steal the invention of the wheel? Perhaps the shoe?" [!] They proceed to burn all copies of the plagiarism that was brought into the "Holy Post" offices for the disgruntled workers to read.

Excellent post my man. He was a good persona. I believe Viktor with all his flaws let you truly shine as an Rp'er, and with that he has opened many future doors for you in terms of RP quality.

[!] The literate peasant of the group, arrives at camp waving the new issue of 'The Brother Of The People' in the air shouting at the top of his lungs for all the peasants to gather around him "TIS'HERE! TIS'HERE! GOTHER BOUT! GOTHER BOUT!" The literate peasant would start reading at the top of his lungs each word piercing into the eardrums of each peasant at such a high volume it could have been mistaken for cannon fire. "Oi don quite know wot all these words be meanin. But oi get the jist o'it." At this the peasants would let out a cheer one raising the potato he had dropped, to listen to the very important news. As he did so the others would do so in an act of brave defiance against the noble rabbits. "Te'y have-" He would begin mumbling to himself trying to spell out the words to further continue reading in his booming voice. "Ahha now me knows wot it says... Oi thonk at least."  forgetting for a moment with all the excitement that he needed glasses to read the peasant spokesman would take out of his pocket a bit of broken bottle which he would lick to try to get whatever remaining alcohol was on it and use it as a reading glass. "Moi bad." he would utter before reading the whole thing out in his trademark booming voice. As he finished the crowd jumped up and began shouting in a cheer.  "ALL WOOOO HAIL WOOOO POLE ANDREW-PARROT! DEATH TO THE TYRANTS!" after the missive was done being read they returned to their camp duties. The nobles would feel their wrath soon.

A group of Orenian illiterate peasants have this notice read to them by their very own personal scribe. They all nod furiously in agreement and almost regurgitate their lunch of squirrel soup and opossum pie, every time they hear the word 'NOBLE'.

 

"Tis a bleedin disgrace! Filthy makeup wearing lizards they are! NOTHIN MORE! NOTHIN LESS!"

 

One of the leaders of the group said after the scribe finished reading the notice to the group.

Ernest Colbert Gives James Madron A Solid Ex-MOJ hardy handshake when he got to the seven skies.

THE POST

The Truth And The Truth Only

 

Index:

ATTENTION

 

1. A Face Of Beauty At The Courts

2. Romstuns The Heroes Of Oren

3. Farmers Beg Hunters To Stop Hunting Quail

4. Nobles Drunk

5. War

6. Priest Of The Day

7. Hunting

8. A Group Of Wine Dealers Turn People Into Madmen

 

A Face Of Beauty At The Courts

 

Daphne Daber has sure made an established presence within the courts and Providence as a whole these past few months. In this short time, she has had all the ladies of the court yearning to match her beauty and style. This is of course to be expected from a descendant of holy Horen. 

 

Daphne Dabber On Route To Feed The Poor!

 

Proclaimed as Ms. Empire… Daphne Dabber has certainly taken this new spotlight in her own humble stride. To be expected from such a GODLY and HUMBLE woman. 

 

She has to the delight of the masses fed thousands of poor, something the nobility of Oren should sincerely pick up on as a trend. And by 1870 promises to open a grand orphanage to house the many homeless children. The humble goddess of Oren said and I quote “It wath thomething I had to do. I must feed the poor kidth.” We here at “The Post” were very glad to bask in the presence of this philanthropic woman. 

 

But other than the Orphanage Daphne in her benevolent presence bestowed upon us more future projects. She intends to make portraits of herself for all the ladies of Oren to place in their homes as an idol of beauty and fashion. She also plans to open her own clothing line, which she says is going to “Catch on like wildfire!”. 

 

Daphne Dabber finally wishes to put out a proposal of engagement to Prince Willius Horenus.

 

~John Lorde

 

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Romstuns The Heroes Of Oren?

 

Argus Romstun and his sister, true heroes of Oren and helpers of the ISA have asserted a form of dominance within Oren that all other nobles seem to fear. Working closely with the ISA the Romstuns for the most part seem to be the reason the Empire has had any victories throughout the war. Argus Romstun and his sister agreed to answer a few questions about their life and opinions on the world.

 

“They are ******* shit!” Was the young lord's opinion on the ISA. An opinion based on the fact that they claim that the ISA “Lacks the ability to do anything”. They have openly criticized the ISA for sitting in the Providence square flirting with people instead of doing their duties. 

 

Grace Romstun was also quick to critique the lack of fighting will within the army. And how her family in all their glory are the reason the Orenians were able to retreat from the vicious Haenseti battlefield. She also mentioned that the famous Romstun headed rescue operation of “fifty-five” (55)  drowning children has gone unnoticed by his Imperial Majesty. “I mean we're out here doing drug busts, and these poncy assholes don’t even take a single notice.” Grace angrily informed this news reporter before in an utter stage of rage decimating his eyeball.

 

Facing much abuse from the Imperial Government and the ISA the Romstun family has not only been banished once but “five times” (5) from the Empire. However, the Emperor in his infinite wisdom which is almost comparable to all the intellect combined of his predecessors has been quick to resolve these issues every time they occur.

 

The Romstun family doesn’t only boast. Their level of piousness is unmatched compared to the level of other nobles who would rather buy makeup than celebrate the one true GOD. “I think it is ridiculous that these nobles would rather enjoy life than contribute thousands of minas like our family does to the church” Argus was quick to mention followed by confirmation from his sister Grace. “Where the **** is our medal from the High Pontiff?” asked Grace in her humble soothing voice. 

 

The soothing sound of her voice was confirmed by one of our great reporters who passed out due to the beauty that Grace Romstun emitted. “I think the finest Princess would cry if she really saw the true beauty of this lady” the reporter admitted. He later proposed to her and unfortunately hasn’t been heard from. The Romstuns later told us he committed suicide due to the rejection. Even though the body still eludes us.

 

Argus said that his sister's looks however are nothing like his as he gets proposals of marriage from “one hundred and twenty-two” (122) women a day.

 

For now, however, Argus and Grace will continue to live out their wealthy and prosperous lives. Which they claim makes commoners cry on a daily basis.

 

~Thomas Ulysees

 

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Holy Post Renamed To The Post After Untimely Death Of Previous Priest Of The Day Father Leonard Of Some Ally

 

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Farmers Beg Hunters To Stop Hunting Quail

 

A while back this newspaper's hunting section showcased that it was quail hunting seasons within northern Almaris. This was a mistake! STOP! The quails are not to be hunted. It turns out it is pheasant season. And some farmers are losing their favorite quail pets.

 

~Godfrey Pious

 

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“NOBLE” SOPHIE WE HERE AT THE POST REQUEST OF YOU TO APOLOGIZE TO ALL COMMONERS AND TAKE A WALK OF REPENTANCE TO KRUG’MAR

 

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DO YOU LIKE CARP? DO YOU LIKE SALMON? DO YOU LIKE BASS? DO YOU LIKE CATFISH? DO YOU LIKE STURGEONS? DO YOU LIKE MUSKY? THEN COME ON DOWN TO MRS. ROSEMARY VUILLERS FISH SHOP.

 

URUKS NOT WELCOME ANYMORE THANKS TO THE LAST INCIDENT.

 

“Nobles” Drunk

 

The situation in the tavern of Providence a few nights back seems to have shown that power wasn’t the only thing these nobles were drunk on. They were caught causing a rather large disturbance and even offering alcohol to the children among them in the vicinity of the tavern. Luckily some of them still had the decency in their vile states to stop these said “nobles” from offering the children alcohol.

 

Drinks were also thrown about and the drinking utensils which held them. Causing nothing but damage to valuable tavern property.

 

They also spoke of their glorious adventures in which a mission to Haense where they snuck into Karosgrad was leaked. 

 

I believe that the fellow Orenites would rather our so-called higher classes in charge of diplomacy keep their secret missions on the down-low. Less Haense catches wind of it and causes more harm to the nation. The harm which has shown to take a toll on the soldiers and common people of this great nation. Although from what history has told us the nobles don’t seem to care much.

 

And to think they had the guts left in them to mutter that this was top secret information after they leaked it, drunk of course. Maybe they should take a look at how the glorious Romstun family handles their affairs and this behavior may come to a stop.

 

~Patrick Sweeny

 

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Viktor Romstun Orenian Man Of The Year. A Man So Great He Married Into Greatness! Ladies Step Right Up And Make Your Proposals. As He Has Sadly Gotten Divorced! Not Of His Fault Though….

 

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Do You Need Clothing? Well The ISA Has Changed Their Uniforms. So Go On Ahead And Talk To Domnick Sydney About Getting Your Own ISA Leftover Surplus. If You Need Clothes Desperately Don’t Feel Afraid To Ask! The ISA Won’t Be Needing Them Anymore. But Do Watch Out On The Roads The Enemy Urguanites, Daelanders, Sedanites, Haensers, and Mercenaries. Might Mistake You For An Outdated ISA Soldier.

 

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WAR

 

The best family in Oren has proven to be the heroes of the Imperial people again. While the ISA danced and skipped about the squares of Providence, the brave Romstuns were able to spot a force of heavily armored Tripartite troops entering through an unguarded section of the city of Providence. The Romstuns single-handedly killed “sixty-seven” (67) armed soldiers. As the battle went on the Romstuns were able to hold their wits among themselves and not suffer anything but a few scrapes. This Romstun Victory goes to show that GODAN like always is on the side of the Romstuns. And humbly brought their presences before Oren to save it from its pitiful state.

 

 

Romstuns Execute Haenseti Savage Humanely

 

~Alexander Joseph

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PRIEST OF THE DAY!

 

Father Georgeson Of Some Dirt Road

 

~Godfrey Pious

 

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Hunting

 

As stated before in the farmers and quail column of this beautiful newspaper, it is pheasant hunting season. So get on out there with your crossbows and go hunt some quail, to feed your families.

 

~Hunter Huntington

 

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A Group Of Wine Dealers Turns People Into Madmen

 

Recently, our reporters here at "The Post" have been able to find themselves beneath the modern black market scheme right out of the tales of novels! The infamous story starts a saints-day ago, where the famous newspaper company sent one of their most prized reporters, Albert Fried, to follow a suspicious group of individuals who said, and I quote "Are transporting these crates of wine down to a friend's house." Albert happily and for the glory of the Empire followed the group, and after many hours of tracking the wine-suppliers he had found the group halted outside a shed near the outskirts of Oren in the late hours of the night. "They were wearing these yellow and blue cloaks!" He said in a de-brief. "Two of them took boxes into the shed while the other two guarded the door! They wore face masks that resembled Ms. Empire, Daphne Dabber herself! It was like a cult!" Alfred explained. 

 

Shortly after the suspicious wine-transporters had arrived at the shed, a cloaked individual who "Wore a mask of Lord Sir Argus Romstun-" (famed member of the best family in Oren) had approached the group. The figure held up a large bag, assumed to be Minas, and placed them at the bottom of the wine cart. Abruptly, the Daphne Dabber costume-wearing wine dealers slid the remaining boxes of wine to the figure. "They gave it to him and just left! The Argus fan stood outside the shed and opened a box of wine and held up the bottle to his face! He didn't pull the cap off or anything! Just smashed the bottle onto his forehead!" Alfred explained in our interview. "Once the liquid went into his body, he began to yell “marriage” and “power” over and over again! Even when the sun began to rise the figure incessantly shouted those words, the man beginning to punch himself in intervals as time continued to pass. Eventually, his voice failed and the man calmly walked away..." Alfred explained with a look of terror and a trembling voice.

 

"It's something straight out of a horror story! The doing of a cult!" said Maria Santiago, a citizen of Providence and owner of a shop.

 

"It's something of true evil-a higher power who came down from Iblees’s place is responsible for this!" said Peter Shizzle, a citizen of Providence and owner of a suit.

 

After careful consideration, our team has drawn ourselves to different thoughts. "Perhaps it's the doing of the Nobility! They want people to follow suit and marry themselves off at the age of “Eighteen” (18)!" said our junior reporter, Robert Smith. Or maybe Ms. Santiago and Mr. Shizzle are right, and this is the doing of those who "came down from Iblees place." From what Alfred has told "The Post" it is safe to assume those responsible are attempting to force people to marry and force them to gain power. Their ways insane and inhumane it would seem. With evidence like this, we cannot come to a proper conclusion. But if some corrupt noble is involved this would not come as a surprise.

 

"The Post" will continue to include more and more updates as the situation unfolds, however for now the headline remains…. A GROUP OF WINE DEALERS TURNS PEOPLE INTO MADMEN!

 

- Nikolas Macheron

 

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A Seemingly Hastily Made Newspaper Made My A Rag Tag Team Of Reporters Is Seen Being Handed Out Throughout Providence And The Crownlands!

 

 

HOLY POST      

GODANS TRUTH AND HIS TRUTH ONLY!

 

NOBLES HARASS THE COMMON FOLK

 

The average Orenian citizen this saints day was struck with a spear of distrust for their nobility as a scuffle followed by a verbal sparring incident occurred in Providences main square. A soldier halted a scuffle between multiple nobles in the square which resulted in the insulting and defamation of said guard. As commoners stepped in to assist the brave soldier who was being so viciously insulted by those she swore to protect, the verbal spar only got further out of hand. Such insults such as “Slum Scum” were uttered out of these once thought to be fine ladies of the court's mouths. This reporter does confirm that great pleasure could be seen from these two ladies as they boldly announced that all commoners are said “Slum Scum”.

 

And this dear reader was not the only thing uttered out of these noble's mouths. After proceeding to insult the very soldiers that defend them they had the guts to insult a man for being a cripple. The commoners took the higher ground however and instead of resolving to physical violence like these ladies did prior to the incident of insults. They bravely struck back with their own comebacks and held out with only their wits. 

 

The incident was only broken apart by our glorious Imperial Highness who was able to smooth over the situation. It seems some nobles still have some form of honor. A true example that all nobles should follow. Unlike these two ladies one of which, who was referred to as “Sophie”.

 

I ask you this fair citizens? Is this what we want from our nobility? People who assume all commoners, the ones who die for them to dance, and break their backs for them to lay their heads on feathered pillows. Is this what we expect from them? This reporter was also able to hear one of these ladies call the nobility the “Pillar Of Oren” which can only be described as courageous after practically spitting in the faces of all common folks in Oren that fateful day.

 

~Patrick Sweeny

WAR

 

The stalemate in Haense the last two months sure did leave many heavy-hearted and as our brave men pulled back from the field of battle so did the Haensers. But this equal withdrawal on both sides does leave some unanswered questions for both sides. Let it be known that this was a tactical withdrawal on both fronts and those who say it was a victory for their nations are liars and delusional. Let the real reporters like ourselves deliver you GODS truth and not the lies of these fools.

 

~George Hampton

 

HUNTING

 

It’s quail hunting season in the north of Almaris. So get your crossbows and go feed your families!

 

~Hunter Huntington

 

FOOD

 

The food stores of the nations of Almaris still stand boldly even through this troubled time of war and deceit. So the next time you see a farming overseer make sure to thank them.

 

~Thomas Ulysses 

 

PRIEST OF THE DAY

 

The Priest Of The Day Is Father Leonard Of Some Alley

 

~Godfrey Pious

 

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2 hours ago, TryaxReck said:

Alec had no stomach for killing men. He didn't like it, it went against his Canonist beliefs, and to be quite frank, he wasn't even quite good at it. But despite all of that he still found himself as a hero that many began to rally behind, whether he liked it or not. And so did the idle winds blow in favor of revolution as the peasantry cheered: 

"ALEC, HERO O' DE COMMONERS!"

There goes the neighborhood...
 

Peter Smith Furiously Shouts "ALEC, HERO OF DE COMMONERS!" Alongside His Fellow Peasant Comrades!

This post is correct. And as someone who used to play back then I can relate to this and understand the frustration.

 

However people nowadays are more sensitive about their mineman nation falling so you know..... Hayho Hayho off to plan another mindless ball and soiree I go.

Damien Hughes would look over the missive letting out a short laugh as he read this before a melancholic feeling hit him.

 

Congratulations Mr. Macheron you are by far one of the commoners of this Empire with the most tales and fables written about his good deeds. But I do truly hope you found peace wherever you went.

 

A sense of humor would return to him as he gave a sarcastic clap before closing the notice with a frown and storing it somewhere in his many bookshelves.

 

 

Looking for family within Oren for new persona slot....

 

The character I am looking for preferably to be male. Preferably I'd like this character to start off in the age range of 16-19. 

MC Name: Icewolf99

RP Name: Aerendyl Reyfir

Race: Snow elf

Discord (For communication and rallying): yes

Do you have teamspeak? (You will need to be on teamspeak during battles): NO (will try to get)

Timezone (EST, GMT, etc.): est

Professions: Good at hunting and archery

Do you swear loyalty to Veris, and it’s reigning High Prince yes

Was recruited by Oscar Duke