SimplySeo

you've let me down

*Númenatâr, pls fix. 'Culture writing' is still to this day an activation phrase that ignites my fight or flight response. The Numenedain were my (in some cases hamfisted) attempt at writing an expansive one. I cannot tell you how many times I completely burnt myself out trying to do so. A near-constant anxiety of mine is that it would end up being overlooked if/when I left LOTC and discarded in favor of something unrelated. I cannot tell you how elated it makes me to see the foundation I laid being used for something much more fleshed out and 'alive' feeling. Cultures are never meant to be stagnant, and to see things expanded upon makes the narrative feel a lot more, for lack of a better term, alive. It still hits the same narrative/themes, as far as I can tell, and for that I am happy. Thank u guys for keeping the dream alive. I look forward to participating next time I come poking my head in. Much love <3 Lothron I arat car Arthalionath vedui uir.

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Hail and well-met reader. I am Þráinn, son of Frár, inventor of the realm-famous Khazad Army Multitool, the Snorri Cup, and the creator of many items both great and small. You may know me by the many weapons and tools I have crafted for the errant adventurer, or by the numerous toys I created for children before the Loss of Aevos. I wish to start up business once again; however, I find myself lacking in both the funds and materials necessary for the work. I require untaxed access to a mine and a small space (no larger than an average common residence) wherein I might set up a workshop. In exchange for this patronage, I am willing to offer my services to families and organizations who may find themselves in need of not only a skilled blacksmith but also a talented woodworker and experienced merchant. To a patron, I will waive (or significantly discount) the price for any commission lodged. I am also willing to design standardized weapons and tools for your local guard force or organization. Below you may find listed things I can and cannot make. WHAT I CAN DO. Basic Metalworking (Steel, Iron, Gold, Bronze, Copper, etc) Advanced Metallurgy (Volatite, Starsteel, Carbarum, Thahnium, etc) Woodworking (Staves, Wands, Totems, Furniture, Wheel-Chairs, Toys, etc.) Stoneworking (Statues, Busts, Arches, Walls, Roads) Prosthetic Manufacturing (Non-automechanical, non-magical) Weaponsmithing (All above) Toolcrafting and Trinketmaking (All above) Armorsmithing (All above) Jewelsmithing/Gemcutting (All above) WHAT I CANNOT DO Alchemy (I am a craftsdwarf, not a chemist) Auto-Mechanomancy (See above, I am a TRADITIONAL artisan.) Magical Artiface Argentum-Smithing (The process is known to me, and I will not repeat it under any circumstances. Repairs/rehilts of preexisting Argentum items are negotiable.) Lessons (Most of the time, I do not train competition. I will make exceptions, but only rarely.) Serious Inquiries Only. Respond via public missive or private letter. ᚦᚱᚪᛁᚾ×ᚳᚪᛞᚪᚾ×ᚢᚱ×ᚠᚱᚪᚱ Þráinn, son of Frár, son of Þror, son of Frumgar, son of Gamil, son of Þráinn, son of Thoak, son of Thour, son of Tungdil, son of Urguan. Chieftain of Kazamar Askaðrumm, Proprietor of Þráinn’s Wandering Wheelhouse Workshop and others.

Arcadia looks good!

Xob Wobson

There is no map art I just wanted to post pictures of my cat.

[MUSIC] Uther panted hard and clutched his fiery longsword in a vice-like grip as his helmeted head flitted to-and-fro, scanning the battlefield for any remaining foes… His body was wrent asunder, carved with half a dozen wounds that were stitched shut only by the roaring white flame that burned inside him. He was dying, already dead, truth be told, he knew that the moment the undead’s spear found purchase under a gap in his chestplate. The decision to make his last stand here on this abandoned stretch of road came easily; all the same though, he would have preferred a more dramatic end. He knew well that one does not choose the time and place of one's ending. Of the corpses that waylaid him, none remained standing, and still the gouges where his sword had cleft them smouldered and burned with white, smokeless fire. It had begun to fade, though, just as the fire within him began to swell and eat away at him. It did not hurt; he hadn’t imagined it would. He felt… Cold. That, he imagined, was from all the spilled blood of which his lay in puddles where he fought. It reminded him of Serheim, now well over a century ago. He bled from many wounds there and had begun to freeze also, before he prayed to his Creator for salvation. He did not pray now; he had been sundered from his fear of death long ago. His gaze turned to the family behind him- The father was wounded, terribly so, but Uther imagined he would live if they got to civilization, the mother and daughter, meanwhile, bore little injury, and that much brought a weak smile to his face. His intervention could not have been more timely. These lowborn refugees would survive thanks to him. The mother began rushing over to help him stand, but he waved her off, choosing to instead brace himself against their wagon as he felt his Patron’s fire continue to eat away at him. A look to the mother and the girl, the younger of whom had tears in her eyes, while the elder simply watched on in astonishment. Uther let out a weak chuckle at that and slumped back until he sat, propping his arm up on the crossguard of his sword. “Right- This is it for me, I think… Is the girl alright? Good, good…” “Take that bag from my saddle, you’ll need it for the ashes when I’m gone… In it, you’ll find a letter; deliver it onto Numenost, along with my armor. Do that for me, will you?” The daughter nodded, while the mother had already set to task- She looked old enough to know what was happening, perhaps a former soldier herself. “Good, good- You’ve my thanks, the lot of you… You’re good people, I think. I hope anyway- It is folk like you that men like me fight to protect. - Thank you for making it worth it.” Then Númenatâr the Great shut his eyes, and of him no more in the tales is said. UTHYR AP GWYNTHRYTH Y PENDRAIC (Vulgar Adunic) The Terrible, the Son of Gwynthryth, the Dragon-like Warlord TAR-NÚMENATÂR FORONATHOR (Early High Adunic) King and Father of the West, North-Victor AR-ADÛNAKHÔR KATHUPHAZGÂN (Late High Adunic) King of the West, The Conqueror URIEL REX ADUNICAE (Flexio) The Flame of God, Adunian King Ser Uther Pendragon Patriarch and Founder of House Arthalionath, First of the Númenedain, King of Númendil, King and Protector of the Adunians, Lord of the Númenaranyë, Númenost, and the Barrowlands, Chieftain of the Númenedain, Chieftain of the Harren’hil, Conqueror of the Sharadûn, Templar of Malchediael and Jophiael, and Knight of the Realm… 51 SA - 246 SA. 1847 - 2042 IC. I write this in the year two hundred and forty-one of the second age. It has been several years since our quest to heal the mind of our patron Angel, Malchediael, was met with success, and I came so near to death during that battle, I feel it prudent to update my will. While much of this was written in the immediate aftermath of our Quest, I have seen fit to make a revised version to account for recent political considerations. I charge my daughter, Caraneth Aryantë Númenatâriel, to act as the custodian of my earthly belongings. On the matter of my body and funerary arrangements… Should I be lucky enough to fall in battle, there will likely not be much of a body worth retrieving. If you can retrieve my ashes, I would like them to be spread within a Godswood, and for a new Cirdalas tree of Caladhril’s descent to be planted on the spot. If this cannot be done due to a lack of ashes, I simply ask that a memorial shrine be constructed in the Godswood, so my descendants might recall my memory whenever a new oath is sworn. I charge my daughter Caraneth to see this done, or in her absence, the reigning monarch. On the subject of a memorial service… I request a simple remembrance ceremony, and that it be carried out by either Ugokoyama Atsuko, Ugokoyama Danzen, or, should neither of them be available, my daughter, Caraneth, and Ser Alwyn Glennmaer, should he still live. I do not want a traditional funeral, certainly not one conducted by a priest whose grandfather was a babe when I last reigned as King; I would rather be remembered than mourned, for my death has been a long time coming, and is not a mournful thing, as I go onto my death with surety and eagerness that I might join my Patron. On the subject of my belongings… I request that my worldly belongings be given out to a worthy scion of my house, as deemed by the Custodians of my belongings. This is except for the Banner of St. Caius Primus. I wish for this banner to be delivered to the head of House Barclay as soon as possible. I will not wax poetically. I have said much already, and much has been attributed to me that I never said. Those whom I have come to care for know what I would say to them, and those who are in the most dire need of my counsel would not listen if I gave it. So instead, I shall write this segment in the hope that my message will find all of our folk, that being the Folk of Adunia the Lost. (It is decidedly political that I call us the Folk of Adunia, and not the Folk of Harren. Adunia is the land of our birth, and Harren claims us no longer. My only comment on the matters of politics is that I ask my descendants to cease using the name of Harren, whose misdeeds I labored long to overcome.) I did not set out to be King of the Adunians, or even Lord of Barrowton. What fate arrayed before me I embraced, aye, but never sought. I think it is right and proper that a man should not fear the hour of his death, for it comes to us all in the end. I am blessed that I have lived as long as I have, even if that longevity has meant that I have outlived many for whom I cared. In being unafraid of death, we are unafraid of hardship, and by laboring harder, we enjoy more hardly won fruits, which in my experience taste all the sweeter. By recognizing it as a natural part of life, we cease to be paralyzed by the cold grip of grief, though never do we wholly shake its hold upon us. We are fundamentally imperfect beings, all of us. I am not least of all. I drank, I cheated, and many times I gave into the sin of wrath, which I see so terribly pervasive among my descendants. But one must always labor to wash away these imperfections and to overcome them with strength of will. It is key to recognize that this is an impossible goal, that everyone, no matter how good they may be, is imperfect, and anyone who claims perfection is a fool unaware of his or her own flaws, or does not count them as flaws at all. The key thing, in my opinion, is the way by which one becomes a better person is by striving to overcome them anyway, no matter how impossible the effort. We may never wholly overcome our evils, but we may lessen their hold over us. Heed these words well, my kin, for they are the last I shall impart to you until the breaking of the world comes to pass, and it is made anew by our Lord and Creator. I go now to the halls of my patron in the knowledge that I will not be the least valiant among that valiant host. Day Shall Come Again Ser Uther

ᚷᚺᛟᚱᚨᚾ Issued year 245 of the Second Age I shall be brief, as the youths have not yet realized that I am awake and have occupied the chamber of the printing press. I have been asleep for the last twenty years, and I require a brief summarization of recent events, first and most importantly. Who the hell is Orsathiael, and why are we at war with him, and not the Orenians? We are widely recognized as mountain-folk. What have you all done to make a mountain so angry that it has come to life and attacked us? I am deeply concerned with this turn of events, and I would like to know who to direct my anger at. Please direct all explanations to my mailing address at Legion Barracks O-1. SIGNED Jorvin Aengulslayer, son of Kazrin, son of Gardath, son of Osram, son of Koryk, son of Kazraden son of Skalf, son of Gotrek, son of Urguan, Lord of Gotrek’s Folk, Clan-Father of Elder Clan Starbreaker, Holder of the Book of Grudges, Priest of Dungrimm, Grand King Emeritus, Founding Councillor of the Fourth Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Conqueror of the Voidspawn Photania, Conqueror of the Korvassa, Slayer of the Traitor-Aengul, Gazardiel, Hero of the Brathmordakin

LEGAL DISCLAIMER The Silver Spears Company is not in any way affiliated with the Kingdom of Numendil, the Imperium, or any other polity. It operates as a free and independent multinational sellsword company based out of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, with whom the Company is unaffiliated with in political matters. THE SILVER SPEARS Hark Adventurer! Come all ye unblooded squires and wandering Hedgeknights alike with pride in their war-craft. It is my intention to raise a warband bound by neither nation nor faith, but honorable creed and conduct, and I seek leal men with a willingness to join such a fellowship. CONTRACTUAL DETAILS Should ye enlist, companymen should expect a ten-year contract with a single payment of one hundred and fifty mina upon its conclusion. Enlisted Companymen will be entitled to 5% of any given contract, with a minimum payment of fifty mina, taken from my own share of the spoils, or company coffers if necessary. Veteran Companymen who enlist for a second ten-year term are entitled to a single two-hundred and fifty mina payment upon its conclusion, as well as a 10% (Minimum of 100 Minas) share in the spoils of all contracts undertaken. Specialist Companymen, such as Healers or Alchemists, shall be entitled to a 7% (minimum of 70 minas) share of all contracts undertaken, as well as a hundred-and-fifty mina single payment upon the conclusion of their 10-year contract. They will also be permitted to charge for their services, provided that prices are deemed reasonable. In the case of severe maiming or life-threatening injuries, the Company shall pay medical costs to bring the injured Companyman back to fighting strength. In the event of death while undergoing company operations, the deceased Companyman’s next-of-kin shall be entitled to their end-of-term payment. (Provided that the next-of-kin is designated before the event of untimely death) Further benefits include… Free Lodgings for those employed with the Silver Spears at any company-owned house. (Currently a Guildhouse in Urguan, with others on the way.) Plunder Rights, which entitle Companymen to keep whatever is scavenged from the battlefield, excluding Familial Heirlooms, which, if possible, will be returned to the family of the deceased. Rations and Standardized Equipment are provided whenever able. REQUIREMENTS, RULES, AND OBLIGATIONS Requirements for Enlistment Capability and willingness to fight. Enlisted Companymen must possess a (mostly) clean bill of health, suffering no transmissible ailments, nor any mental or spiritual ailments that significantly impair their faculties. They must have at a minimum ¾ of their limbs, and must possess no significant physical deformities that might impair their ability to fight. Willingness to undergo inspection. Enlisted Companymen must undergo inspection by a healer twice throughout their 10-year contract to detect any potential corruption. Inspections will be performed at random as to prevent possible obfuscation. Custodial Consent (if applicable). Individuals under the age of 18 seeking to enlist in the Silver Spears Company must provide approval from their parent or legal guardian. If the individual possesses neither, they may be taken into the Guardianship of the Company, who will see their needs met and will provide an education (in the form of squireship or an apprenticeship), provided they enter a ten-year contract BEGINNING at the age of their majority. Attendance. Enlisted Companymen must attend company musters at least once every three years. Musters shall be held annually on the Eighteenth Day of the Sun’s Smile unless rescheduled ahead of time. (OOC: 6pm EST Sundays). These musters will be held to discuss contracts, introduce new Companymen, and build trust and camaraderie among the men of the company. Furthermore, to be entitled to a share of the profits accrued from a contract, Companymen must be in active participation of said contract; instances of lessened or minimal participation will be decided on a case-by-case basis. CODE OF CONDUCT Enlisted Companymen are expected to adhere to the following terms while under the employ of the Silver Spears Company. Honor the Contract. Defection or subversion of Company Enterprises shall be viewed as treachery of the highest order, and the punishment shall be execution. Should a Companyman wish to be released from their obligations, they may petition company leadership for Early Termination. In doing so, however, they forfeit their end-of-contract payment. Uphold your Obligations. Desertion in times of peace shall be punishable by maiming, the withholding of wages, and public shaming. Desertion during Battle shall result in execution. If a Companyman wishes to be released from their obligations, see above. Uphold the Honor of the Company. Companymen are expected to conduct themselves with a degree of honor. They are expected to follow the law of whichever country the Company is employed in, and shall take part in no unauthorized looting or pillaging. Buildings to be occupied or vandalized shall be permitted time to evacuate, and the purposeful killing or robbing of non-combatants shall be regarded as Murder and Brigandry. The punishment for brigandry is maiming and public-shaming, with expulsion from the company being the punishment for a second offense. The punishment for murder, meanwhile, is nothing short of execution in turn. How to Enlist? Individuals hoping to enlist are encouraged to send letters to the Company Headquarters in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, where they shall be subjected to a brief interview from myself, the Captain of our Company, Aranuir Caranethion. (OOC: ign, SimplySeo, persona, Aranuir) Aranuir Caranethion Dagnir Delgorthada, the Grey Prince