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Ser Leonid looked towards his children as they saw his wife's campaign poster. "Children, brace yourselves. . . There is a landslide coming"

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Ser Leonid looked at a painting of the recently departed Duke Viktor III with his three children huddled in front of him. After rendering a salute to the painting and uttering "Rest in Peace, Comrade" he turned to the triplets and said, "Vy see that man, dear children? Were it not for him, Haense would be a Kingdom no more." @Youngie5500 @Almenodrim @Helios_

Ser Leonid weeps for one of the few Owynists he liked

Music isn’t art anymore 😫

There had rarely been anything that made the fisherman anxious. Few things ever moved him. Throughout his entire life, he’d defied the orders of King’s, faced mightiest warriors, and fearlessly put himself in danger all for one cause. It was all for. . . “I wonder. . .” He pondered idly as his rod caught nothing. Strange. . . Did his bait fall off? Even in the skies, where things seem to be endless and bountiful, he still had bad luck when it came to a decent catch. No tuna, salmon, or bass to feast on today. “. . . could it be?” Or maybe it was deeper than even that. He was, after all, one of the most skilled fishermen in most of Aevos, and certainly within Haense. It was here that the hailed King Fisher noticed that - for the first time in a long time, his hands were shaking. Nothing else had made him react that way. . . No one else but. . . “. . . - . . . “ A figure sat next to him. He looked on to the horizon with wide eyes, and tears flowing from his eyes. He did not cry out - or rejoice. Just silent tears as his head slowly turned to see who it was. “ A-ams . .” “Hello Timmy” The warmest smile was given by his most beloved and cherished friend. And finally, after all this time. . . Something tugged on his string . . . Meanwhile. . . A dreaded sense of coldness could be felt within the Brotherhood’s barracks. Morale was low. Their beloved Queen had died. Many men were enraged, but none more so than the man who was charged with his godmother’s protection. . . His Queen’s protection. There was little choice he had. After all, he was an example to his men. Even in suffering he had to stay level headed - there was no other way. A Marshal must always do his duty. But a feeling within himself gnawed at him. There was more than just family and blood that he lost that day, but even some of his sanity. His very being was shook. One word had captivated his mind. An obsession that he craved for, and he was starving. That feeling of starvation lasted hours every day. . . Days turned into weeks. . . Weeks felt like months. . . and that feeling would drive him for years. There would be another day when he would meet the demonic plague that took the life of a saintly figure. More scars would be had, and he may not live to see those scars heal. There is something he sought to guarantee. No matter what it costs his personal being. . . “They will feel my vengeance”

The future Baron of Koravia fully intends to commit a series of unspeakable, inconceivable things during the long awaited JUMA.

Hello Lords and Ladies of the Craft! Its my 400th forum post on here. I'm ngl I never thought I would get to this point where I would have 400 things to write about, but here I am lol. I've pondered and asked a few friends what I should make this post about and honestly my minds scattered through really big and extensive lore posts, to a staff application that I probably will never get to doing, an unreleased application video I did from a big YouTuber's minecraft experiment, to just basic shitposting. And it's not only that, but I could also have had some fancy formatting or cared to put in the same amount of effort that I normally do, but I thought it would be cool to just say things from my tired brain in the middle of a lunch break about certain topics I wanted to cover. Stress We all feel it, we all experience it, and we all suffer from it. I've been in the United States Navy for a little over a year and a half now, and I can say I've never felt stress quite like this. It's to the point to where my entire 4 years of High School don't even add up to the fraction of stress I go through here. Now that's not to invalidate ANYONES similar experiences, but that's just my own experience. Not all stress is the same, and not everyone can deal with it in the same way. There are multiple different stressors we all go through that are both strangely similar or wildly different. Boot Camp and A-School for the Navy were one of my most stressful situations that I had to learn how to deal with. It was the work pace, the strange hours (I'd never worked a job before) and generally just the new environment. I moved away from a comfortable life in Delaware, said goodbye to friends I'd known for a decade and to my family that raised me, and I barely get to see them twice a year. Its hard. Its very difficult to get through, but one thing that gives me peace of mind is that I'm living out my dream, have a relatively stable income for my lifestyle, and most of all I'm making those same people prouder and prouder everyday. Stress on the server is also present. I know it may sound silly at first glance, and to some people it may be silly, but stress through LOTC exists as well. "But it's just a game" You're right, it is. A game where relationships have formed both casual and serious. A game where communities were made, some lives genuinely changed indirectly, and bonds forged through hours of gamer sweat. For me, I met the love of my life on this server, who I am now engaged to and have known for over three years. Three years. That's all it took to change my life. It sounds ridiculous, but all it takes is one interaction, one conversation, one moment. For all of the stress I've gone through, it was worth it. Emotion But what about emotional turmoil or change? Is it harder to spot? Maybe. Is it easier to deal with? Probably not. Do we have to deal with it at all? That's up to you. In the end it is YOUR emotional health. I joined this server when I was 15 years old, though I'd been in and out of roleplay servers since I was 9, some players still know me from when I first roleplayed (Lookin at u @Milenkhov) 11 years man. . . That's more than half my life spent on minecraft pretending to be someone else. Nuts right? But in those 11 years and in between those margins of life I have met hundreds of people that, in one way or another, shaped the way I look at certain things and not all at the same time! If I had a conversation with myself from when I was 9 years old I would have bullied me too! And I would have smacked 15 year old me. In reality, its not the 20th century anymore. Emotional experience gained both in school and in personal avenues like gaming are learned through all walks of life. There is no denying that if you've been on the server for as long as I have that in some way shape or form, your emotions and outlook have been impacted. That could be a wonderful thing! That could also be a terrible one. Again, it all depends on how you look at things, right? One thing is for certain and I want everyone, no matter who you are or what interactions we may have had, but I want everyone to know that your emotions matter so much. Your emotions matter. Your feelings DO matter. They may not matter to everyone, but they matter to someone. Emotion is something so overlooked, so shunned at times through different communities, and therefore often silenced. Often emotions reflect on how our lives are going, which is why I say it matters. One thing for certain is very important: Life Your life matters, my friend. Your life. The life existing around you. The lives you may or may not impact everyday. The lives you have impacted in the past, or have yet to impact for the future. Life in general matters. Respect it. Honor it. Cherish it. And live. With all of my word posting, and with five minutes left on the clock, that's probably the most important thing I have to say here today. Live your life to the fullest potential you can live it. Even if you may be scared to do something, or may have been told something is impossible, if it doesn't harm life then it doesn't hurt to try. Through roleplay we can live endless lives, create endless stories, and even feel as if we live that life ourselves. But in reality, we only have one. Such a long and dreadfully short finite amount of time. Live your life, my friends. May everyone find some prosperity and peace in their life. Have an amazing day, LOTC. - erictafoya

[!] The remnants of a defeated foe leaving a defeated land “To complain during a time of peace is to still be in peace” - L.M.A.K. ~~* *~~ War So dreaded and filled with plight. One wonders, why would anyone want to continue that fight? It can be justified, arbitrary, wrong, or simply right. What if it’s brutal? The countless lives sinking from a once peaking height. ~~~~ A quiet war? One that sheds no blood but instead brings words and ideals? A war that applies no bandage but allows the scars to openly heal? Would this wound fester in infection or finally fade or seal? Is that even possible? Is it even real? ~~~~ NO! It can’t be. How can it be called a war? No blood has been spilled. No glory or bounty to fight for. Was this really all there was? One would think it would mean more. Alas. . . the histories will write of the weight we bore. ~~~~ Forget us? Will everything we fought for be forgotten? Would the prize of battles truly be allotted? It. . . It all confuses me. It is a dark hole I am lost in. . . Clueless. I should enjoy a fresh life instead of one old and rotten. ~~~~ Legacy. Was this conflict's legacy truly all about sin? Did we take up arms one last time all for those claims to be tossed into a bin? I don’t know. . . Maybe, in the end, it was a war that has never been. The long forgotten. . . His Excellency, LEONID MARCO D’ARKENT KORTREVICH, Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska, Patron of All Art, Master of Art, Archivist of Koravia, Knight of The Order of The Crow, “Orcbani”, “The Poet Marshal”, War Poet.

THIS DUDE HAS A VOICE OF ******* GOLD

~-=-=-=-~ A man rode into battle with his little brother by his side... Little did a man know how cold it would be that night... The bridge drawn, the gates closed, and a man's advisors cried... All a man knew what to do was charge forward and fight... But what did that fight cost? A man did not know... Fight on they did and charge forth they would toe to toe... A man was knocked off of his horse and he was struck low... A man's little brother led the charge - now was his turn to go... When the night was over, there came a chill... Screams were heard from the distance as the wind howled through the frills... A man was dug from a certain grave upon a snowy hill... The day was lost, and he did not get his revenged fulfilled... Recovery... Awakening... Rest... Then pain... That was all that happened to a man when he heard of the younger's name... ~-=-=-=-~

Somewhere, far away, in a different plane of existence. . . perhaps it was the seven skies, or perhaps another area. Regardless, a man dawning a yellow and black headband, holding a thick cut cactus green cigar in one hand and a fishing pole resting on the opposite shoulder, would look down over the horizon as he saw one of the few people, he ever loved and cherished settle down into a more peaceful life. Their time was coming to a close, as the new generation started to enter, and lead, the fold. His mismatched eyes glazed over as a stray tear escaped him. "In another life. . ."

Marshals Orders #B02 OPERATION: BLOODY GATE I WOULD HAVE DIED HAD I NOT PERSISTED Issued by THE LORD MARSHAL on this 18th of Gronna Ag Droba, 516 E.S. MISSION TITLE: OPERATION BLOODY BRIDGE OBJECTIVES: EXHAUST THEIR FORCES AND, IF WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY ALLOWS IT, ENVELOP THE SIEGING FORCE. COMMENCEMENT DATE: 18th of Gronna ag Droba PARTICULARS: OPERATION BLOODY BRIDGE will encompass three main PHASES. This is following the SHADOW RAIDER siege on CASTLE MORTVESKIN, with raiders taking the MUMMERS GATE and occupying the bridge. OPERATION BLOODY BRIDGE shall commence during the crack of dawn and occur during broad daylight. PHASE ONE shall include a harassment force composed of THE BROTHERHOOD OF SAINT KARL, ORDER OF THE CROW, THE RYCHWALD BAND, and AUXILIARIES. Heavy Foot Infantry shall be referred to as Task Force “CARBARUM” led by LORD MARSHAL LEONID, with subcommanders SER MIKHAIL VALKONEN leading the cavalry and GREIRET leading the skirmishers. Phase shall commence upon immediate arrival to MUMMERS GATE. Task Force “CARBARUM” will charge forward, equipped with alchemical weapons and lanterns. Light is a key strategy to success. End of PHASE ONE. PHASE TWO shall commence immediately after PHASE ONE. LORD MARSHAL LEONID shall lead heavy infantry force to DRAWBRIDGE with a light man-operated battering ram. SER MIKHAIL Valkonen shall combine cavalry and assist as a reserve for battering ram crew. Meanwhile, GREIRIT shall mount horses and ride beneath the bridge and over to vulnerable points in the vicinity of the castle gatehouse. They shall take position and form shield wall as they advance forwards. End of PHASE TWO. PHASE THREE shall have Task Forces unite into one united front, referred to as “DAEMONSTEEL”. Order is given by LORD MARSHAL LEONID to take MUMMERS GATE for TOTAL ANNIHILATION. The envelopment of SHADOW RAIDERS will occur on the bridge. Enemy forces shall be packed so tight they will be unable to raise shields in defense. Mercy shall be given to all non-combatants and selected living soldiers of deemed importance, most notably the enemy commander known as TYR. End of PHASE THREE. FOLLOWING THE ASSAULT THE BANNERS HOISTED BY THE SHADOW RAIDERS WILL BE BROUGHT. ALL WEAPONS AND ARMOR WILL BE SEIZED. ALL CAPTIVES WILL BE RETURNED TO VALDEV FOR INTERROGATION. END OF BRIEF. YOU WILL MEET US AT THE BLOODY BRIDGE. NO ONE INVADES HANSETI-RUSKA. CRP EVENTLINE @Sarven @Miniguy15736 OOC DEFAULT TIME: FEBRUARY 10TH, SATURDAY 4:00PM EST//9:00PM GMT

Marshals Report #C01 REPORT: THE PUNISHMENT OF ARTHUR BURKE I WOULD HAVE DIED HAD I NOT PERSISTED Issued by THE LORD MARSHAL on this 15th of Wzuvar ag Byvca, 516 E.S. REPORT TITLE: THE PUNISHMENT OF ARTHUR BURKE OBJECTIVE: CLARIFY ANY FALSEHOODS PARTICULARS: TO THE HOLY SER GERARD AND HOLY ORDER OF ST. JUDE: It is my full intention to clarify the falsehoods that I can prove to be false in your report. ON THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN DEIA AND ARTHUR BURKE. Former Footman Arthur Burke was reported to me by Miss Deia herself, and Her Royal Majesty, that the disgraced Arthur Burke stalked and harassed the handmaiden on numerous occasion. With many witnesses present, including Ser Garen Baruch who aided me in his punishment, Footman Burke was charged with stalking and harassment, with the punishment being lashings equaling to the number of people present in the room multiplied by the number of incidents he was charged with. In the end, he was sentenced to 42 lashings in the public eye and forbidden to seek out Deia afterwards. Why would a woman who has a supposed relationship with a man also accuse said man of stalking? The claim that they are in a relationship, I have deemed and proven, to be FALSE. If justice is what you seek, then you must do so with the correct, and updated, sources. End of Report.

“I don’t know why I stick my head into things, I just end up getting stuck!” ~-=-=-~ When will I find it? No really - when will it come to me? Has it buried itself? Deep inside some pit? Do they have legs that run away and flee? -=-=- I do not understand. . . I have mined, mined and mined in that den. . . What will it take to find this coveted gem? . . . What I would do to see that crystal shine again. . . -=-=- It's my fault. It HAS to be! Have I misplaced it? Hidden in some chest? Why else would that shimmering light not be seen? Useless. . . no matter how hard I try or do my best. -=-=- Could it be stolen? Vanished in elusory? Is it something so bright that my eyes can’t bear to see? Placed away in a high place like a tree? Glowing so bright that the sun blocked its shine from me. . -=-=- BUT I NEED IT! Oh do I need it so. . . Why must my diamond be stripped! It has become an obsession, no - my greatest foe! Is this venture worth the tempting dip? -=-=- Do I need it though? Wait. . . is this something that I can forgo? No, this can’t be right. Hold on - oh. . . I realize. . . Is losing my gem the only way I grow? -=-=- No! I refuse. That can’t be right! This isn’t over, this is not the end! I have never given up, not without words or a fight! Only question is. . . This fight. . . will stop. . . when? ~-=-=-~ [!] Copies of the poem would find itself spread throughout the Kingdoms, but a personal copy of the poem would be sent to one person in particular as it was tied around a ring box. “To Ioanna” His Excellency, LEONID MARCO D’ARKENT KORTREVICH, Lord Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska, Patron of All Art, Master of Art, Archivist of Koravia, Knight of The Order of The Crow, “Orcbani”, “The Poet Marshal”, War Poet.