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  1. THE UNTOLD COST The attack had come in the night, homes burning with their occupants scattered in fear. The perpetrators cackled, spilling blood and looting with a keen eye for valuables. In the years since the continental war that had wracked Aevos, an exacting toll fell upon the Commonwealth. There was much to rebuild amid the stricken countryside - a suitable environment for lawlessness and brigands. A peasant tore at the ground with chipped nails, a highwayman dragging him by his hair. He felt the onset of tears as a diminished granary, already pressured by a poor harvest, was pilfered. They threw his body to the dirt; he was weak and malnourished. Dark eyes bore down upon him, and he could do nothing but plead. “Mercy, please! We ain’t got nothin’ to spare!” A wicked smile was the last thing his eyes perceived. The cold bite of steel ran through him, and the darkness embraced him. “Tear this place apart, lads! Leave nothin’ unturned!” The brigands had no concept of mercy but only what they stood to gain. Screams echoed through the night as the massacre continued and flames consumed all. A red sun soon broke across the river valley, revealing nothing but smouldering remains and the stench of death. [!] The noticeboard in Vallagne bore a new bounty. To the Petran People, A band of brigands has taken to plundering outlying villages within our borders. They are emptying granaries, looting valuables and slaughtering the inhabitants. I call upon all able-bodied members of the populace to put their names forward and aid in eliminating these vile men before tragedy strikes another village. Whoever should return with the head of their leader will receive an ample reward of two-hundred minas. SIGNED, HIS HIGHNESS, Marcus Antonius of the Petra HIS EXCELLENCY, Rigoberto de la Cruz Vice-Chancellor of the Petra, Mayor of Vallagne, Headmaster of the Society of the Exalted Horen
  2. cornsoda

    BAR BRAWL

    You are invited to… THE LAST PORT OF THE CORMATH’S BAR BRAWL You read that right; our humble port will be hosting a FIGHTING TOURNAMENT in the TAVERN to determine who, among all of Aevos, is worthy enough to wield the title of CHAMPION and OWNER of a special, handcrafted blade (and a Figura Model made by Athonir). DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES? Fill out the application below so we can add you to our list of challengers! [MAX 10] (Application:https://forms.gle/Cn1vrNiSEPchgnhD6) (March 22nd, at (5:30) EST. Directions in Vortice shown below)
  3. The Siege of Caelia [This Missive would be placed all over Haelun’or and some of the other great southern cities] 4,000 Scanarii Invaders 402 Brave Caelian Legionaries Let it be known to all the great cities of the south that the Legio Caelii defeated an army almost ten times its size. As they tried to sack our city we slaughtered them all like the dogs they are, not a man lives from their pitiful Scanarii warband. Their bodies are put up on crosses to let the rest of their kind know what will happen if they try to sack the great city of Caelia again. It has not even been a year since the Legio last defeated a great trouble of the south and we have beaten another. But we are not just making this missive to gloat about a great victory but to also to warn the rest of the Scanarii to stay out of the south, and pray to their Northern God far away from us. For we are a merciful people and we do not wish for the rest of your ilk to be hung up like the dogs you are. Barely a Legionnaire or Avxillarivs was harmed by your greatest warriors so all your effort is for not. We also send out this missive to say all men are welcomed to join the Legio Caelii, to join our great fight against darkness. We will accept you if you are Cannonii or pagan, man or woman, human or other. All you have to do is come to Caelia and look for a Legionnaire and ask to enlist. CAELIA INVICTA LEGIO CAELII VICTORIAM LEGATVS C. RAMNESIVS DENTATVS
  4. Prove me Wrong Lotc should have a rp channel for crp. Where anyone who joins it is put into a random list. The list makes it so that you can only post in this crp channel after the person before you posts. Would be a way to help deal with big crp and people getting skipped in crp.
  5. THE WARFORGE OF KRUGMAR _______________________________________________ The sounds of hammering can be heard from the center of Krugmar, heat blasting out the door of the forge. Grunting and singing can be heard, going beat or beat with the hammer. The heart of Krugmar is beating. Whenever war rages, we can see the demand for tools, armor, weapons, cannons, ammunition, increase tenfold. As the cannon fodder rides into battle with glory and honor, we want them to have full trust in the blade in their hands. Even out of wartime, we prepare our soldiers for their next WAGH, as Krugmar is an armory in practice.This story has been told many times, by many mouths, heard by many ears. We must produce. We must create. We must prevail. What The Warforge Provides From the warforge, quality items will be supplied by our manifold smiths. Our job is to take care of all gear needs of the Horde and its close allies. An Uruk asking for gear will not be charged by any means. Our forge will supply any new smiths with quality metals, with many opportunities to learn arts, some examples being Warforging and Haruspexy. We will not expect you to use your own resources to build, but we expect that any Horde resources must be used for bettering the Horde, one way or another. We are an open forge, therefor other bruhdahz will be wurkin in it. SIGNED, BRUNLE KRUGMA'GORKIL [The symbol of a scorpion riding a toad would be stamped here]
  6. *notes are scattered throughout the Shirelands* To Kill a Beast [!] a drawing of the scene [!] "Lo' my fellow Weefolk and friends, it has come to my attention that a beast lurks within our lands. Jus a few days before, a body was found near the shore of our fields. After much research I concluded that it was no mere animal, but a beast! One that has been dubbed 'The Landshark Arkaknox'. It is my duty as Sheriff to take on this beast, but alas, together we stand as we have always done so. Any brave Weefolk or adventurer is welcomed to help in this endeavor. Join me, as we set off to slay this spawn of Arugula, curse her name!" (OOC: Tonight Thursday 25th at 5pm EST, meet up in the town center)
  7. THE STORY OF THE LECHIAN ARTILLERYMEN [♪] The sun has not been seen in Karosgrad for months. The dark night shrouded everything and the only sources of light were lamps and bonfires. Humanity has struggled with the bane that was the Mori for a very long time. The battles in the human kingdoms were constant. People were dying like flies trying to fend off the attacks of these spawns of Iblees. The time has come for the final battle for the fate of humanity. The last capital on the continent to hold out while the human Kingdoms of Balian and Aaun as well as the elven, dwarven and orc ones fell. Volunteers streamed into the Haenseni capital from all directions, and their flags flew in the cold nightly wind. Amidst these masses of volunteers were the flags bearing the White Eagle. The proud people of Lechia, despite coming in a group of only four, have answered the call. The flags carried by the volunteers bore a big White Eagle and the famous words "For Freedom Ours and Yours". When they arrived at the main square, they had no idea where they would be assigned, which gate or regiment. Then Lord Marshal, Wilheim Barclay, arrived and ordered the Lechians to defend the port gate. Their struggle to defend humanity began. The volunteers quickly ascended to the top of the gate where they were given two cannons and supplies of gunpowder and cannonballs at their disposal. Having split into two teams - Aleksander with Waclaw, Mikhail with Boon - the Lechians quickly began preparing the cannons. Shortly afterwards, others arrived at the gate. Many different nations fought at the same gate, but their shared goal was clear - prevent them from going through. First the locusts arrived and then hordes of slaves began to march across the dock. The first order was given by the Barclay: SHOOT AT THE HAY BALES SO THAT THEY START TO BURN Shots rang out and cannonballs hit their target. A first success for the men who will be called Artillerymen at the end of the battle. Blocking the slaves' access to the barricaded harbour gate, the cannons focused on the oncoming locusts. Children of Warsovia worked fast, almost like a mechanism - roll the cannon back, clean it, load it, push it forward, shoot, repeat. There was no time for mistakes, there was only victory in their minds. Cannonball after cannonball flew out, hitting their opponents perfectly. The horde of locusts had thinned out - it was time to target the infantry. The first and one of the few artillery stumbles, the right cannon jammed. While Boon and Mikhail cleaned the cannon, Aleks and Waclaw quickly reloaded theirs. Moments later Waclaw lit the fuse. A powerful blast resounded amidst the harbour buildings. After the dust had settled, nothing remained of the group of slave infantry at which the left cannon was aimed. They all died, the shot was perfect. Moments later, the two men on the right cannon have managed to load it once more and fired towards the right infantry group, also sweeping it away. Lord Marshal Barclay was pleased with the work of the brave Lechians. Suddenly the ground trembled. A terrible roar echoed through the dock. The Devourer of Dobrov arrived. BOON, LOAD UP THAT PLATE! Mikhail shouted to his comrade and rolled the cannon back to clean it. The two on the left cannon did the same. The fight continued. In addition to cannonballs, arrows flew from the gate and two nearby towers. Archers and people manning the catapults hit the enemies well, with more and more locusts flying down dead. It was time for another attempt, the cannons reloaded. Another two blasts resounded. Then the least expected thing happened. The beast, the Devourer of Dobrov, wailed and went back under the surface. The joy of the Lechians was indescribable. The temporary defeat of the centipede gave them courage and strength. It doubled their efficiency. Suddenly, arrows came flying and Boon was hit. As he was pulled back to the tower, the Lord Marshal himself came to help Mikhail operate the cannon. Shortly afterwards Sir Ludolf Barclay arrived and swapped with Duke Wilheim in helping with the right cannon. Unfortunately, despite their efforts, more and more hordes were streaming towards the gate and the huge centipede seemed to be approaching the surface again. The second order was given by Lord Marshal: RETREAT! JAZLOVIECKIS MAN THE CANNONS ON THE STREETS! This was what they did. They fired at the oncoming hordes for as long as possible. They strategically retreated as far as the central barricade where the gunpowder depot was. It all went good until the pavement ripped and a smaller centipede emerged from underneath, probably the offspring of the Devourer. There was no time to waste. The Lechians were shooting fast. Even wounded Boon with a bandage wrapped around his belly helped Mikhail to load the cannon. After all, the pain was less important than duty. Finally one of the cannonballs shot by Aleksander and Waclaw got the smaller centipede and killed it. That was not the last of their problems - there came the Legionnaires. The defenders were outnumbered, they had no chance. Forced to retreat once again, all have abandoned the barricade. Yet one of the Lechians did not retreat. Young Aleksander Jazloviecki stood on the barricade until the very last moment before setting the reserves of gunpowder on fire and running back towards his comrades. The explosion was enormous. Many Legionnaires died, staining the walls and ground with their blood. Another small victory for the Lechian volunteers. The fight was soon to be over, with forces from the harbour gate being pushed back against the palace. All forces were to retreat, except the brave Artillerymen. The Lord Marshal ordered them to fire one last time as soon as the enemy armies came close to the palace. Mikhail and Boon fired first, injuring two Dreadknights. Then fired Aleksander and Waclaw, hitting the incoming Legionnaires with their last grapehsot. After that they were forced to pull back for good along with others. Karosgrad was lost. Their work in defence of Haense and humanity was over. Even though they failed, they did their best to prevent it... From that day the story of the four brave artillerymen, who together resisted the Mori hordes, is known among all Lechians and members of House Jazloviecki. Through all, they prevailed.
  8. TO PROTECT THE REALM Issued by The Brotherhood of Saint Karl On this 8th of WZUVAR AG BYVCA of 462 E.S. The Brotherhood of Saint Karl and the Order of the Crow are to expel the Evil that looms in the dark. During the recent years, multiple reports of people disappearing in the Staalmarsh; the swamps of our Eastern borders. Soon after, a group of Brotherhood Soldiers were sent to investigate, finding evidence of excessive undead corruption of the lands, as well as managing to capture an alive Ghoul, which was soon after questioned. The captured demon has spilled valuable information. Thousands of undead looming in the far lands of the Staalmarsh, preparing to attack the realm and its citizens. The Haeseni people will not succumb to the forces of Evil, forces have already been sent to investigate, finding the keep of the forces of Iblees. With the help of GOD, the forces of the Haeseni people will soon begin to march to that keep, by joint effort of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl and The Order of the Crow, and will unroot evil. This is a call to arms. Soldiers and Knights of the realm, to show our strength and willingness to protect this realm from the forces of The Betrayer. By the will of GOD, we shall end up victorious and save the realm and its citizens. Signed, His Lordship, Baldrum Carr Ingvar Colborn, Viscount of Venzia, Baron of Bethlenen, Captain of the Colborn Company, Lieutenant of the Brotherhood of St. Karl Baldrum Carr Ingvar Colborn His Excellency, Ser Conrad “The Bulwark” Barclay, Knight Paramount of Hanseti-Ruska His Lordship, Felix Weiss, Bossir of Zvaervauld, Lord Marshal of His Majesty’s Brotherhood. Felix Weiss His Lordship, Ser Sébastien “The White Sun” de Savoie, Deputy Palatine and Meyster Knight of Hanseti-Ruska
  9. ‹ ›‹ ›‹ › As of late, some suspicious, horrid sounds have been coming from The Kingdom of Balian's mines, sounds that have never been heard before. Miners who wandered down there to collect minerals could hear screams of some sort coming from the mines before they even entered, most fled in fear. Others who had decided to be more curious paid the consequences for their curiosity. Bodies began piling up in the mines, some sort of monster or monsters had been lurking there for some time now, and it’s been feasting off of the citizens who had dared to travel below. Many others have attempted to force the monster out of the Mines, failing miserably, as none of their plans had worked. This monster cannot be fought alone, NO ONE SHALL ENTER THESE MINES ALONE. If you wish you go fend off this monster we suggest you travel in a group of 5-6. We cannot risk anymore lives of our citizens, it is far too risky. This monster is something many Balianites have never encountered before. It’s to the point that there's no other choice left other than to go down, and fend off this beast.
  10. SILLUMIRAN SPARRING Elsillumiran, The Weeping Blades, stand as the historic defenders of The Motherland, her vast woodlands, towering mountain chains, crystal seas and marble spires. They act as the army in times of conflict, and custodians of peace, upholding The Silver Law and safekeeping the values imperative for the continuance of State and People; those found in the ancient philosophy of Larihei’s Maehr’sae Hiylun’ehya. Many Sillumir of times passed hold high honour for their great sacrifices. The Blessed Citizenry and allies of The Silver State of Haelun’or are invited to join Elsillumiran in a training session, overseen by Okarir’tir Edgars An’asul and Medi’ir Pamphilos Callidora Hyptos. Bloodshed is forbidden at this event, and any spill will result in repercussions. Appropriate attire must be worn to participate in sparring to prevent such. This will take place in the Silver Bastille, during The First Seed. [[ CRP & PVP ]] [[ Friday 17th, 3pm EST/8pm BST ]] Okarir’mali Elarhil Sullas Okarir’tir Edgars An’asul Medi’ir Pamphilos Callidora Hyptos MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA
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