Milenkhov

*stomps on la criatura again

Lucien grins, very pleased.

Prince Lucien found himself within the quarters afforded previously in the Nikirala-Prikaz. Thrice was his door knocked, as a courier garbed in the tapestry of Lvinsk arrived bearing the dire news; a missive - message and resolution, the conclusive, yet befitting end of the Margrave, the Lord Commander, a man of honour and loyalty unmatched. It was no doubt why the once prince-boy evolved into a man of such similar traits, oftenmost taking time to admire and bask upon the teachings and kindness he lacked in his youth. Borys Jazloviecki played an important role in many-a situation, in many tremoring ground, unconquerable odd and moment of dispair. A true bastion of virtue, a man worthy and familiar, akin to those from the Age of Heroes, heralded by the passing of time, bygone now by the subterfuge and macabre machinations once enacted upon humanity, 'pon the south. It was him. Borys and those around him who stood stalwart, gallant and with their heads high, prepared to face it all, again and again. Many memories remained beleaguing Lucien's mind, some auspicious, beautiful, some recent, some old. Was it yesterday, the day in which the young prince, heir-to-the-crown advanced to his halls, therein his erected castle, in which they shared word, pleasantries and high regard? Was it the previous day, that they stood against the rebellious entourage of usurpers, pretenders who saught to hide and point their arrows and bolts from the Daelish Isles? Had it been just weeks, when their bastion; San Luciano crumbled, and so did the will and dreams of Lucien culminated? Perhaps it was. Yet not only fate nurtured him out of such deprived and desolated state of mind. There were important men, there were unyielding figures who stood by his side, lifting what small lips of the prince could turn into simper. The wandering-knight; Gereon's Flame, Prince Emeritus simply sighed, bidding farewell to Princess Stefaniya momentarily, striding to their bedchamber, and as the door was locked, only then - tears - they streamed, enrapturing the features of Lucien to those of sorrow, sadness, pain ever aching upon his chest. As if a father-figure had perished, as if something deeper had been stripped from Lucien's torax, like a torn limb, ravaged body. The Prince sulked, solemnly staring at the ceiling for hours, and the hours turned day. The stream of tears did not come to an end, and soon he slept, weeping for the loss that not only the south had met, but that of humanity. "Why. . ?"

"I don't think you will." Says HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Antonius 'Vilac' of the House of Staunton, by the Light of God, Emperor of Anovia, Forever August, King of Courland, of Lotharingia, Mardon, Hanseti, Ruska, Prince of Evreux, Duke of the Crownlands, Curon, Eastbourne, Courland, Eruthos, Frederica, Marna, Count of Beauclaire, Sundhold, Wett, Aleksandria, Riga, Johannesburg, Baron of Curonburg, Darkwood, Gravelhold, Supreme Protector of Man.

Lucien comments, side glancing Dmitry. "Yes, you should."

congratulations! : )

Lucien blinks, bobbing his head as he reads the missive. "To understand, and find wrong in oneself's utterings, ramblings - that - is a worthy trait, of an honourable man. A man of high-regard for the crown, kingdom and legacy of his familiar holds."

Lucien sustains and delivers wound to his adversaries. The day had been won, a crushing victory at the behest of united men of virtue adhered to GOD, he returns then, body aching, battered, bruised and bloodied. Jaw clenched as he mutters prayers to aid him in the tribulations to come. A bottle of Carrion Black in company of poetry granted in a remarkable tome gifted by Borris, the Lord Kortrevich kept him company in that stormy night. "No, now it ends."

Lucien endured much tribulation, much strange conditions upon his reign and current advances. The many attempt to enact subterfuge and chaos upon him and his peoples. The tension and confliction drove him a quiet, bitter man. Only his dearest of friends, the Grand Prince knew how to offer words of comfort and knowledge in the diring times of turmoil and tribulation. They both met in his quarters 'pon the Nikirala-Prikaz. Two tankards of Carrion Black were held in unison as they drank. After a lengthy exchange, Lucien sighed, reaching for his coat and making journey to the southern-gate of Karosgrad. The Prince of Savoy muttered under his cold breath, and Karl followed on his mare. "This is the countryside?" "Da, vy will enjoy it friend." "What do you think of the Lifstala?" And so the pair were lost within the woods. They began making way to a hill, and soon after, the azureous sky covered their advance and muffled that galloping, the flora reminded Lucien of his readings and sighted portraits of the Koengswald of yore.

cheeky, silly fellow, strange man, uncanny behavior. but yes, give me and @itdontmattaa good slice.

Hello alex, hello gmrod hello mio2

hey can i join too please @Xarklyi'll behave i promise

have you downloaded the app 'calm'? it is quite soothing friend.

He who bore the plated embrace derived from the haeseni-hegemon breathed a deep sigh. His gaze was caught absort within the scripture he was delivered within the Nikirala- Lucien, the renowned swordsman, the commendable duelist that had favored honour to avoid the detriment of a core chivalric value recalled the combat in which he issued triumph against the stalwart Champion of the Brotherhood. As he reigned with his blade, there was PEACE. As he offered his hand to the fallen one, there was PEACE. As the entourage cheered, and prepared for the departure, PEACE NO MORE. No matter. The Prince that was promised waved his farewell, as the combined efforts of Haense and honourable combatants from the very soil in which he fought were ravaged and slashed by the Brotherhood. Lucien managed to swing, bob-and-weave his chance away from the perils of towering men of great skill that wished his ultimately death. They did not know who that once boy, under the guise of the Marian Retinue's plating was. For them, he was simply another foe, another body to the tally. Yet it was all known by those who advanced upon compromise of honour. He was the Prince of Savoy; Lucien the PEACEMAKER. Upon his arrival, the bloodied, battered and bruised Prince was welcomed with open arms by the surviving party of Haeseni-folk that protected his arrival whilst men from the Aurelian Brotherhood saught to trample him with their mares. He met with his childhood friend, his brother from another mother; Karl Sigmar. "Woe to the usurpers of peace, woe to the kindred of malevolent deeds." "Vy have lived." "Honour reigns, and GOD embraces my watch." "They have enacted terrible betrayals." "And so they will see. In the nearing, the setting Sun above." "What of vyr people?" "I am but a simple man, servant of honour and humanity. I wish not for further danger." "Vy are commendable." "I am but one, I am no army, but he who wishes to end the ire and hatred from those who had caused harm." And so Lucien offered a bloodied arm to Karl, the pair nodded. Their friendship had been untainted, unbeleagued by any thought or fear. Like when they were kids, toddlers - the future was dark, stranged. But so long as there was hope and companionship, honour would reign in the Savoyardling's visage. "For peace, for honour."

"Such is the way of things." said a Ferryman, looking to the Ferrymen that were not Ferrymen anymore, although he was going to fight with the Ferrymen, the Ferrymen that were actually Ferrymen, the ones that were the real Ferrymen that were going to fight with their own companions from the Ferrymen band.

Rules that advocate for the narrative are most required to move forwards as a community. I find myself aligned with this train of thought developed by itdontmatta & the Admins.

I'm very happy : )

beautiful piece, great format!

Attached to the officially posted missive is a small and simplified form of the document warranting its existence, titled in crudely inked letterage: ‘ON HEXERS - BEWARE.’ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/210294-on-hexers-beware/ A Refutation of the Hexer ‘Threat’ (Year 65 of The Second Age) In recent days, a missive has been published advocating for the extermination of the Hexer Creed through a series of live bounties issued for each of their heads. One ‘Richard Elgan’ has claimed this order of monster slayers to be a destabilizing threat to our continent, offering sizable bounties for the apprehension of these individuals. We condemn attempts by the ‘Gwynieverian Retrieval Organization’ to subvert the laws of our respective lands. It is this sowing of chaos within our borders which seeks only to instill fear and drive instability. Any form of justice which runs parallel to that of our monarchs will not be stomached. We will not allow fear driven pogroms to form within our realms against the Hexer Creed. Those acting on such bounties are therefore to be acknowledged as vigilantes and punished accordingly. The precedent that a foreign agent, claiming to hail from a far flung continent, can interfere in humanity’s affairs in this most haphazard of manners is intolerable. This ‘Elgan’ has called for action to be taken against the Hexers across Almaris as though they were an existential threat to our way of life. Yet, as a supposed outsider, he offers forth only vague antecedents and a set of unproven allegations to support his cause. These Hexers, known in olden times as the ‘Marked Men’, have sufficiently acted to safeguard the human realms from monsters and beasts of all varieties for centuries. The chapter on this continent has yet to commit any egregious acts which can be proven beyond mere hearsay. In contrast, the services which they have provided to our subjects are many. We acknowledge the Hexer Creed as an apolitical organization which has performed many serviceable deeds to mankind on this continent, at the very least in recent times. We care not for the actions of these supposed parallel orders abroad. The claims and assertions of a supposed foreign entity beyond Almarian shores are undeserving of acknowledgement, but the implications of said assertions must be made to stand without sanction. To act in opposition to a guild which has afforded mankind reprieve from the contemptible monsters threatening our people is, in itself, greatly unsettling, but to then attempt to extend that pursuit of false justice into foreign domains is an endeavor that will be made inauspicious. Such are the proclamations of the Holy Orenian Empire, the Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska, and Principality of Savoy, and, we hope, all other vigilant Almarian Realms. Signed, Philip III Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Adria, and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera Sigismund III by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, acting 1st Knight of the Table, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, and Toruv, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lord of the Westfolk, Fidei Defensor, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera. Lucien I Prince of Savoy, Duke of Corazon, Count of San Luciano, Peremont and Sarissa, Baron of Brynnrose, etcetera. Edmond of Sava Grandmaster of the Hexer Creed

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT ITDONTMATTA Dear Alex Please allow us to apologize for what we said, and did on the previous day of this week. Our behavior was extremely inappropriate, immature, and lacked the respect you deserved. It was a disruption of your duties and distracted others from doing their job. It was embarrassing, but we learned that nobody appreciated our poor behavior. In the future, we have every intention of curbing our thoughtless actions and learn to adjust our behavior befitting the environment and situation. It was not our intention to create such an awkward and embarrassing situation for both the institution, the team and yourself. I would like to express my deep regrets for our actions and apologize for them. They were inappropriate, disrespectful and lacked the professionalism that you and my colleagues expect from your peers at Lord of the Craft. While we cannot alter what has transpired, we have taken steps to ensure that similar incidents and misunderstandings will not occur in the future. We value our professional relationship and firmly believe that our teamwork will continue to produce solid work that will benefit Lord of the Craft and our players and staff. If there was any good that came out of this unfortunate experience, it is that we have grown and learned alternative approaches to these situations. Again, we are sorry for our actions and we hope that we can put this matter behind us. We look forward to working, learning from you again and helping you carry on pertaining duties and assisting your tenure as administrator as we had been. If you have any thoughts on this, please feel free to share. You may contact us at your convenience at m.#3309, mio#2068 or The60th#5206 Sincerely, Milenko (Milenkhov), [I DONT WANT 2 B DOXXED!] (mkMio) and Justin (The60th).

The Treaty of South, 1859 15th of Owyn’s Flame, 1859 I - The Kharasi Sultanate and the Principality of Savoy formally enter a pact of non-aggression. The pact will last for a duration of ten years. After the expiration of this pact, a renewal may be negotiated. II - Signing parties refrain from participating in any conflicts that put them at odds with one another. The respective vassals and subjects of the two signatories are also to refrain from joining any conflicts that put them at odds with one another. III - Subjects of the Kharasi Sultanate are protected while in the territories of the Principality of Savoy, and subjects of the Principality of Savoy are protected while in the territories of the Kharasi Sultanate, provided they conduct themselves within the laws of the respective realms. IV - The Kharasi Sultanate recognises Prince Lucien I as rightful ruler of the Principality of Savoy. The Principality of Savoy recognizes Great Sultan Qamar Ibn Zayd Al-Nabeel as the rightful ruler of the Kharasi Sultanate. Signed, Qamar Ibn Zayd Al-Nabeel Great Sultan of the Kharasi, Lord Protector of the Farfolk, The Glorious Falcon, Conqueror of the South, The Great Uniter, Khaleesi of the Kharasi Desert, Breaker of Chains, Catcher of Kiddo's, Wearer of Turtle Helmets, etcetera. Lucien I Prince of Savoy, Duke of Corazon, Count of San Luciano, Peremont and Sarissa, Baron of Brynnrose, etcetera.