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I don't like people with a skin type different to mine. (Anime eyes are gross)

Druk burps from his homely abode in Krugmar. "Yummy" he thinks to himself as he eats a stew.

Druk would sip the broth of a stew containing meat from a stag that he had hunted a few hours prior, his ears would twitch as he heard the yelling that commenced in San'Velku. He'd smile a tusky grin as a bit of broth would drip down the corner of his mouth, "Mi grukk thiz iz about da klomp wi lozt. Diz iz interezting azh." He would go onto eating his stew, knowing that not much will probably change.

Venerable Anders Kortrevich, former Cardinal and Patriarch of Jorenus, would remark from the Seven Skies as he spoke with Tylos II, "A new hand touches the beacon."

The Kingsmoot of 80 S.A. 11th of Snow’s Maiden, 80 S.A. The past decade, upon the conclusion of the last Kingsmoot, we were led by King Ragnvald who fought valiantly diplomatically and on the battlefield. He has served as a great king, but with his unfortunate and untimely passing we have to undergo the process to establish a new elected king to serve the Kingdom of Norland for the future. With this missive, as Lord-Regent of Norland and as Chieftain of the Edvardssons, I call a Kingsmoot for the Chieftains of the three Rurikid Clans so that we may convene to nominate and vote for the new King. Furthermore, I will be nominating myself as a candidate for the ongoing Kingsmoot. For those unfamiliar with the process, any Ruric with identifiable Rurikid lineage are able to nominate themselves or be nominated as a candidate to become king. While others may attend the Kingsmoot to watch and ask questions, it is ultimately up to the vote of majority between the three Chieftains to decide who shall become King from the nominated candidates. In the case of a tie, the High Keeper shall make the tie-breaking vote. The current recognised Chieftains are as follows: Einar Edvardsson of Clan Edvardsson, Torstein Eiriksson of Clan Eiriksson, however Clan Freysson currently has no recognised Chieftain. Violence during this tradition is disrespectful and a duel of any sort cannot be invoked to bypass the voting process. An attempt to cause disruption during the Kingsmoot period will result in immediate removal. To limit the possibility of a disruption by foreign forces, the location of the Kingsmoot is being safe-kept. Chieftains and Vassal Lords shall receive a personal invitation byway of a letter. However, other Rurikid will either have to reach out to me or one of the personally invited individuals to learn the location. Signed, His Excellency, Einar Edvardsson Ruric, by the Blood of the Herald, Lord-Regent of Norland, Prince of Norland, Chancellor of Norland, Chieftain of the Edvardssons, Warden of the Royal Norlandic Ashguard

It seems that detailed combat roleplay is no more. I wouldn't want to be given an infraction for typing a two sentence emote. Or even a ban for a three sentence emote.

Einar Edvardsson Ruric, the Chancellor of Norland, would see to it that his schedule is cleared so that he is able to attend.

Einar Edvardsson would happily draft and sign the document with Uhtred by his side, "Now to focus on the bigger things." he'd hum.

Einar Edvardsson, Chancellor of the Kingdom of Norland and Warden of the Royal Norlandic Ashguard, would glance over the letter with a smile. "I couldn' have put it better mahself. Sly an' deceitful, tryin' to make themselves look good while tryin' to pull the whole world into a fight against each other.." He would be proud, sharpening his blade by the Ashguard Barracks as he prepared to fight another day in defence of his Kingdom and in defence of the Horde.

Einar Edvardsson Ruric would strike out a name with red ink while clicking his tongue.

"Tha letter is a bi' lopsided, bu' I appreciate tha promotion. I'll be quick to assume mah duties in regards to this." Warden Einar would remark as he read of his new promotion.

I'm very fond of the idea of exploring the concept of a gritty medieval era rooted in a high fantasy setting. I think that there are a lot of opportunities that could be explored but are often overlooked.

Einar Edvardsson Ruric would delicately scribe his signature onto the edict with his young daughter Edyth by his side as well as the King. Quietly, he would speak to Ragnvald as he passed, "Ye focus on gettin' better, lad. Ye hear? I'll make sure tha' everythin' is taken care of." He'd nod to himself before looking down at his daughter reading a book on a stool, "Come now, Edyth. We gotta ge' readeh for tha trip to tha temple la'er on when Ragnvald is feelin' better."

Einar would lament the passing of the Luminary. A tear in his eye as he pushes a hesitant glance to his newborn son in his arms, a show of weakness. "Ye will grow old, mah son. Ye will restore our faith as it was when ye are a man grown.. as it should be. Ye've a burden to rest on yer shoulders lad, an' I hope I'll be there to help ye through them. Sleep well... Týr." he would lay the now-yawning newborn next to his sleeping mother, unknowing of the burdens decades to come. Meanwhile, Einar would rest downstairs by the door before finally setting off into the city to finish his rounds.

"Yub, we winz deez." Einar Edvardsson Ruric would attempt to imitate the average W-gaining orc, however he was still painfully human and had all the Ls that came with being human.

Einar Edvardsson Ruric carefully drafts his signature onto the parchment before giving a thumbs up to Alric, "Aye, this looks abou' right. Our legacy will be cemented in success an' I will make sure tha' ye son Edvard is well taken care of when ye are no' around. He will grow strong, an' he may even have his name cemen'ed in historeh." He would smile, knowing that the future was beginning to look up for the Edvardssons.

Einar Edvardsson Ruric, once he had settled in his new home, would think to himself: 'Now tha' I have established a home of mah own, it's time tha' I sang for mah supper so to speak.' He would take a piece of parchment, before scribing over it with charcoal. "Hello, my name is Einar Edvardsson Ruric and if my count is correct, I have recently entered my 50s and I am as sturdy as stone. I am a Highlander, but most importantly a Norlander in my heart. To fight for my home gives me purpose and a respectable living as I defend my kin. For most of my life, I have lived on my own and I have learnt to survive which is something that I will bring with me to the Ashguard. Thank you." He would fold the parchment, bringing it to the barracks close by his home.

Einar Edvardsson Ruric would smile, "It's good to see my kingdom making friends with the world."

Is this some sort of bot? You joined the forums just to make this post, what?

"Finally cut down for size, eh? The time's long come for it." Einar Edvardsson Ruric would idly comment.

Perhaps it is time for Einar Edvardsson Ruric to make his debut. Or at least, that's what he would think to himself. He would remember the time when he was just a lad, where he attempted to challenge Vane to a duel for the Kingdom. While no such duel did happen due to Vane declining, it only cemented that he was out of touch with the traditions that had come to be that he was never properly taught due to being an orphan. The feisty youngling, now a man fully grown almost reaching fifty winters, may be able to see who would be the new successor to the home he once knew.

I will link my post (which is now locked) pertaining to this thread that was started before this thread was unlocked: I highly recommend you read the official thread here, maybe take a look at my thread, and then post in the comments of this thread if you have anything to add.