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  1. Holy chants to redeem the canonist heart. PAUPERES COMMILITONES SANCTI JUDAE The Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Saint Jude Saint Jude of Petrus Patron Saint of Scholastics, Authors, and Monasteries Circa 1400s HIS HOLINESS SIXTUS V, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon, Archbishop of Visigia, Successor of the High Priesthood of the Church, Supreme Pontiff of the Church of True Faith, Keeper of the Canon, Missionary to Aeldin, High Servant to the Exalted's Testaments, Humble Servant of the Faithful and Vicar of GOD And HIS HOLINESS SIXTUS VI, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon, Successor of the High Priesthood of the Church, Supreme Pontiff of the Church of True Faith, Keeper of the Canon, Sovereign of the Apostolic City, High Servant to the Exalted's Testaments, Humble Servant of the Faithful and Vicar of GOD does decree… ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ARTICULUS I - PRAEFATIO ARTICULUS II - HISTORIA ARTICULUS III - CODICEM CONDUCTUS ARTICULUS IV - ORDO HIERARCHICUS ARTICULUS V - FIERI MEMBRUM ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ PREFACE // PRAEFATIO “And I am the Lord GOD without peer, and My power is the only power, and My eternity is the only eternity, and all the aeons of Virtue shall sustain the righteous.” - Virtue 7:9 For centuries, the Holy Mother Church has adhered to the most venerable tradition of hosting wide varieties of different militant orders in the service of the faithful, hoping to uphold the Lord GOD’s Virtues and protect His flock through strength, faith, and discipline. In these trying times, the Pontiff and his Curia have deemed it imperative to call upon all men of great piety, indomitable fervor, and unwavering dedication to enlist as Brothers in Arms in defense of the flock, a new Holy Order styled as the Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Saint Jude. HISTORY // HISTORIA Under the astute guidance of His Holiness, Jude I’s pontificate, the Mother Church saw a golden age of monasticism and theology among the ranks of the clergy, the Holy Sisterhood of Blessed Catherine and the Holy Order of Saint Lucien saw most of the opposite. Slowly creeping out of the public eye, the Order dissolved after the death of Rakim Yar, the final Grand Master. In the years that followed, humanity was left absent of any of its once proud and far reaching Orders, a great vacancy that allowed for ambitious parties to seek a revival of a militant body in service of the Mother Church. Through the infamous ‘Red Men’ and the dormant Order of Saint Nicolas, canondom has found itself under a looming darkness of uncertainty and fear, with no men to defend it. It is with great accountability that Holy Ser Halston Veyont has seen fit to call for His flock to reignite the fervorous embers of the Faith Militant, in unquestioning and unwavering deviation to the Lord GOD. Through this iron resolve, men from across Canondom are called to Order against the forces of the sinful, the heathen, and the schismatic. It is with great privilege that able bodied men of the faith are called to once again bear arms for the Lord GOD. Graced and christened by His Holiness, Sixtus V in the blessed year of 1942, The Holy Order of Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Saint Jude has been assigned to spread, maintain, and defend the Word of GOD throughout the Canondom, and all other realms. Since the initial creation of The Holy Order the holy men of GOD have achieved much, providing food and blankets to Lemonhill and Whitespire in their time of need, dispatching ice witch influence within both regions. Slaying the vile soldiers of the dead man company, delivering justice to a creature that bombed petra, and slaying a daemon in the forest by Sakuragakure. CODE OF CONDUCT // CODICEM CONDUCTUS ☨ A Brother of Saint Jude pledges eternal fealty to GOD, Church, and Pontiff ☨ ☨ A Brother of Saint Jude must be cleansed by the Waters of Gamesh ☨ ☨ A Brother of Saint Jude Must Be of the Age of Majority ☨ ☨ A Brother of Saint Jude must uphold honor and love for their fellow man ☨ ☨ A Brother of Saint Jude is to respect the law of the land ☨ ☨ A Brother of Saint Jude must destroy any creature of abomination which practices evil against the society of canonists.☨ A Brother of Saint Jude is required to follow a strict moral and ethical code, one of eternal faith and loyalty to the Mother Church and the Lord GOD. Their mission is of Holy significance, serving as the sword and shield of the Word and the Flock. A pure and brave heart, one cleansed in baptism and adherent to the faith, is imperative for any member of the Order. The Virtues are the bread and wine of the Order, forgoing of worldly desires in exchange for the eternal wealth of the Seven Skies. As commanded by Exalted Horen, a Brother of Saint Jude must be humble where there is vanity; must be chaste where there is lust; must be calm where there is wrath. A brother must never have fear of their enemies, for the love of GOD will always be greater. HIERARCHY // ORDO HIERARCHICUS ☨ Senior Command ☨ Grand Master - The Grand Master is the supreme authority of the Order of Saint Jude, answerable only to the High Pontiff and GOD. Elected by the Knights of Saint Jude upon the death or retirement of the previous, he is the highest ranking military commander and executor of Canon Law within the Order. Through his will, and the will of the Lord, the Order persists. Grand Chaplain - The Grand Chaplain is the supreme chaplain of the Order of Saint Jude, acting as a spiritual guide to all Order members and the primary means of communication between the Holy See and Senior Command. Standard-Bearer of Saint Jude - Standard-Bearers of the Order of Saint Jude are the greatest and most staunch warriors of the Order, senior Knights who bear this honorific stand as testament to their resolve, perseverance, and devotion. As 2nd in command to the Grand Master, and carriers of the banner, these knights bear a great responsibility to the Order. Currently Vacant Grand Augur - Chief alchemist and medical doctor for The Order, tasked with training Augurs and Medicaes of the future, as well as healing the men and women of Saint Jude. In situations where the curing of a curse can be achieved the Grand Augur shall whip up the cure if the recipe is known. Furthermore potions that bring combat benefit shall be brewed to further the might of GOD’s soldiers. ☨ Junior Command & Knighthood ☨ Knight-Captain - Veteran knights who must be oathed in Judication, they are 3rd in command on the battlefield and are tasked to oversee Knights and Sergeants of Saint Jude. They also regulate oaths and knightly trials. Knighthood - A prestigious position only afforded to those who’ve achieved great diligence in their service of the Faith. They are mediators, the bridge between Sergeants and Senior Command, and are paragons of virtue and honor. Men-at-Arms are under their command. Knights Take One of These Oaths : ☩ OATH OF JUDICATION ☩ Knight-Constable of Canon Law No heresy is too grand nor sin too small, for all will inevitably answer to the divine judgment of GOD. The Knights of Judication must be experts of canon law, and operate its statutes to the highest degree of responsibility they entail. They must be kind, and forgiving, but also seek the truth with a firm and stalwart hand. It is imperative for Knight-Constables to seek the salvation of these sinner's souls, and guide them back to His Church and His Truth. ☩ OATH OF DILIGENCE ☩ Knight-Sentinel of Saint Jude Through meticulous study of the principles of warfare and defense, as well as a great understanding of the Scripture, the Knight-Sentinels of Saint Jude are committed to the utmost protection of the Word of GOD. They are tasked to defend all ranks of the clergy, religious sites and the Lord’s flock from the forces of Iblees. ☩ OATH OF CHARITY ☩ Knight-Medic of Saint Jude A Knightly alternative to the Medicae, Knight-Medics are tasked to give and share to the weak and the feeble of His flock. Those under the Oath of Charity must not only be well versed in combat but also hold a deep understanding of medicine and surgery. They tend to their fallen Brothers, but also hold an open hand to aid those sick and wounded of His flock. Currently Vacant ☩ OATH OF TEMPERANCE ☩ Knight-Chaplain of Saint Jude With deep theological understanding of His Word in Scripture, Knights under the Oath of Temperance serve as unordained combative chaplains of the Order. They are the moral executors, under the purview of the Grand Prior, and deliver His Truth unto their Brothers to rid them of sin and impurity. ☩ OATH OF REPENTANCE ☩ Knight-Repentant of Saint Jude No man, noble or feeble, is without sin. By our inherent imperfections we are guilty by nature and must repent for our actions and sin no matter how small. Through great effort and dedication the Knight-Repentant must humble themselves before the Grace of GOD and cast away their sinful nature at all times. So long as they walk the path of GOD, they shall find virtue and forgiveness. ☨ Brothers-in-Arms ☨ Sergeant - Hardened and battle-tested Brothers of Saint Jude may be promoted to the senior rank of Sergeant, who are tasked with overseeing day to day operations of the levies and the training and promotion of neophytes. They are optimal choices for squirehood. Brother of Saint Jude - The Brother, or Armsman, is the rank and file of the Order of Saint Jude’s unknighted fellowship, and are bestowed the privilege of bearing the Order's insignia. Martial skill and faithful devotion are hallmarks of their position. Neophyte - A devotee undergoing rigorous training to enter the ranks of the Order of Saint Jude, under the purview and education of a Sergeant. Taught in the ways of warfare, they will be expected to meet by Order standards in order to be promoted to Armsman. ☨ Specialist Ranks ☨ Specialist Ranks are only assigned to individuals capable of undertaking responsibilities without adding to their rank. Thus, these ranks do not fall neatly into any particular level within the chain of command. Augur - Experts in alchemy that took oath for the order of saint jude, brewing all manner of combat potions, and cures to save a mortal fellows soul from curses. Typically an augur is a deacon but this is not a requirement. Medicae - Medical practitioners who serve the Order of Saint Jude. They are expected to be well versed in not only medicine, but in combat, chosen only from the best of both fields. Page - Children of ages 14 to 17, training in menial and typically non-combative tasks until they reach the minimum age of adulthood to enlist. Pages, unless more training is deemed necessary by their Sergeant, will enter the ranks directly as an Armsman. BECOMING A MEMBER // FIERI MEMBRUM ☨ TO THOSE FAITHFUL who will obey by the principles of His Vicar, His Church and His Word, ☨ TO THOSE BRAVE who will stand against the evil of Iblees, and take hold of the candle of Virtue through the dark night of sin, ☨ TO THOSE HUMBLE who will give their lives for the flock of Canondom, and defend His people now and until the end of times, ENLIST, by following the post below or contacting Grand Master Halston Veyont directly, ENLIST, by filling the form below or contacting Grand Master Halston Veyont directly, Your Name and Surname: [Your Username]: [Your Discord]: Your Expertise: For Those Interested:
  2. 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 Night quiet fell upon Bodbwodz, a starry veil glimmered overhead. Cunimund closed his eyes as he felt mountain air buffet his mantle drawn across his shoulders. The cold feels good against my head after my feet walked the hot ash of the Fiendlands. He stood watch in the tallest of the thatch-roofed towers, striding from one end to one end; keeping watch across the valleys of the Reinmaren and the Crownlands. A cruel death that Um'thraka warned me about is farthest in this serenity. His head swiveled, looking over the meadhall to Sendrenx's woodwork shop, pausing and facing a figure pacing between crannogs capped with fur walking in from the north. "Ormar bjarga mér, this is the most civilized place I've seen!" the figure exclaimed, lofting a hand up as Cunimund made a motion with his carnyx warhorn in hand. "That is a first ta' hear, most find us ta' be on ta' precipice af' savagery compared to ta' Heartlanders who live in ta' valleys below from Lemon Hill ta' Whitespire," Cunimund remarked with an inoffensive chortle before greeting, "Wæshæl! No harm will come ta' ye' here." Cunimund looked the man up and down, dressed in thick Highlander garb more suited for winter than for temperate clime. He saw the man drum his fingers nonchalantly against a belt-purse laden with goods near to spilling out. "Ogbiju andlet oiman! We can sit in ta' meadhall down ta' hill a few paces so ye' can unpack wot' goods an' belongings ye've brought an' kick yer' feet up fer' a spell," Cunimund suggested, opening a palm in the direction of the establishment and waving the man through with the other. They both went downhill and reached the meadhall, the pair shuffling through stone mugs until two were found clean and filled them up with spiced metheglin. "Skál!" the man excitedly cried before downing an entire mug's worth of mead. He wiped his soaked beard with the back of a hand and began to undo knots along his belt purse; he had seal pelts, Hyspian bracelets of gold and sapphire, and octagonal coins of no distinct minting. In response, Cunimund stood up and fetched polished fragments of amber, rounded beads of precious coral, hides from bighorn rams, bronzen torcs, and a few books. The two sat at their table, sliding different goods across from one another as they negotiated an exchange. "The goat hide interests me, as does the amber, and the armhringr too," the man said, pointing to the bronzen torcs at the end of his statement. "I'll take ta' seal pelts an' ta' bracelets af' gold an' sapphire," Cunimund said with a tone of agreement. The two exchanged goods for goods, three seal pelts and three Hyspian bracelets for two pieces of amber, two rolls of hide, and two torcs with terminals shaped in the form of crows. "I have one question for you o' member of the Cingedoz tribe" the man began, leaning his head forward and removing his fur cap. He rested it gingerly on the table, the oblique bill facing Cunimund. Cunimund nodded, smiling with the exchange of trade and words. "I want to fight one of your tribe, is this possible?" the man asked, as matter-of-factly as he spoke while trading. Cunimund eyes lit up with full attention. "Would ye' accept me as duel-partner?" Cunimund asked in return. The man nodded. "Let us agree to an arm, a shield, an' a sidearm. Neh' armor an' we shall fight upon ta' earthenwalls facin' Merryweather," the two men nodded as they stood from the table in the meadhall. They went one after the other outside and towards the walls. "I assume like most southlanders, you are disinclined to a fight to the death?" "By mine honor, I accept t'is duel ta' be one to ta' death. Let it naught be known that a Cingedoz warrior flees ta' prospect af' perishing," Cunimund responded. By then, the two stood face to face, ten paces from one another. Cunimund, having chosen a falx as his main arm, brings the blade to rest flat against his nose and his lips embraced against frigid steel. "You are the first one down here to gain my respect o' Cingedoz," the man conceded as he removed his lamellar hauberk and woolen undershirt. His torso glistened in the moonlight with a dozen freshly healed-over scars; his arms and legs seemed like vine-stakes with swirling blue tattoos winding around them shaped in serpentine iconography. He held out a round-shield and held a spear underhand. The Baron began the duel with a single step, crouching slightly and holding his scutum shield forward to afford him coverage from neck to knee. He kept his falx-blade upright and behind the shield. His opponent stepped forward in unison, the two soon coming to clash. Metal against metal, Cunimund's opponent thrust his spear forward and struck against the boss of the scutum shield and worked it over the top of Cunimund's shield. The Cingedoz warrior ducked, pressing his right ear against the back of his shield and swiped his falx from edge to edge against the top lip of the shield; his opponent's spear clanked against the side of the shield as the falx pushed its shaft from over the top of the scutum. The opponent sidestepped as Cunimund pressed forward. Cunimund felt the boss of his opponent's round-shield drum him in the right shoulder, he continued with the momentum of his falx-swing and the opponent's hook to spin completely around and bore down falx-steel against spear-shaft. The Cingedoz took the opportunity to press his scutum shield against his chest as the opponent's spear was thrown back. He is smiling. The opponent hiked up a boot and kicked Cunimund with all his northern might. The shield whined, wood warping slightly, as the boot squarely met the shield and sent Cunimund wheeling backwards. The Baron winced, feeling a sharp pain in his back as he was sent flying into the earthenwall parapet; up and over the Baron fell off onto the other side. Um'thraka warned me that death would give chase to me upon accepting his grimoire, but this is a good death. A hale death dictated by honor. Cunimund gasped for breath as the wind was knocked out of him, having fallen off the wall and onto the snow caped ground below. Strong breath came to him before clear vision, a blurry figure grew to nearly encompass his sight. His hands reacted instinctively, gripping a cold shaft of wood that stuck out of his chest. Yellow-green eyes met his as his face froze, a death mask set in rigor. "Thank you good warrior. . ," the opponent bore witness. 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 Men, women, and horses streamed up through the Langkette Mountains towards Bodbwodz. Ser Ferdinand Barclay led a troop of Minitzers towards the Cingedoz village as towers of smoke teetered with the carrying winds lofted above. The first to arrive crossed themselves and bowed their heads with modesty. A decapitated body with an impalement wound bounced with all its dead weight, having been strung up from the earthenwalls that faced Merryweather. Scattered belongings including two books written by the Baron laid around a slight impression in the ground below. The firefighters passed through the walls and found crannogs, hovels, and towers crumbling in on themselves in a burning inferno. A single set of footprints and drag marks from stools dotted a beeline from the meadhall to the centre of the village. Only the runestone circle stood unaffected, though scorch marks from flame flashes and coughed embers streaked the limestone.
  3. The Númenedain The Redeemed Harrenites [music] OVERVIEW The Númenedain (singular, Númenedan) are a distinct ethnolinguistic group of Adunians specifically descended from the Adunians known as the Harren’hil of Almaris, who later Canonized, and intermingled with several tribes of Orenized Harrenites, and later went on to colonize a region marred by mysticism and necromancy known as the Barrowlands. Successfully conquering the land, the Adunians under their first ruler, Tar-Númenatâr (then called Tar-Uriel) underwent a cultural rebirth, forming the first truly independent Adunian Kingdom among the greater descendant races in over five hundred years. Ancient traditions of lost Idunia were reclaimed, while new traditions in honor of their mixed heritage began. To enshrine this cultural ‘rebirth’, and to distance themselves from the ancient Harrenites, who though powerful, were wicked men, Tar-Númenatâr named his people anew as the Númenedain, Men of the West, a name used by the Harren’hil who dwelt within the west of Almaris, now lost. Martial in spirit, though tempered by half an age of sorrow and kinstrife with the other races of men, the Númenedain turn their swords not on conquest, but in defense of the realms of men against foreign invaders. In war, they are a fey folk, fearing neither death nor torment, for they are a faithful people, who hold that in either life or death they find peace in the Seven Skies, so long as they have behaved admirably and righteously. This does not mean they waste their lives meaninglessly however, and they prefer to remain out of the wars between faithful men, for too few are the Adunians to die in petty squabbles, rather than battles worthy of admiration. In peace, the Númenedain strive to make good a realm worth protecting, they are a charitous folk, ever to give a lended hand in need. A traveler will rarely go hungry or without shelter among the Númenedain, and those who have found the friendship of a Númenedan will have it for decades to come, and perhaps even pass that friendship on to their descendants. Though wanton avarice is a thing frowned upon, mercantilism is a respected route nonetheless, however it should be said to unfairly deal with someone is a taboo indeed, for chief among the values of the Númenedain are honor, integrity, truthfulness, courage, and chivalry. CULTURE AND CHARACTERISTICS Cultural Traits The Legacy of the First Conqueror | Though little remains of the legacy of the Adunians of elder days, that which has ever been ingrained into their culture is an unparalleled martial spirit. Harren was the first Conqueror in the history of man, and although the Númenedain reject the legacy of their tyrannical progenitor, they maintain the skill-at-arms which allowed their ancestors to subjugate and enslave, instead turned towards nobler causes. In battle, the Númenedain rely on spear-and-shield wielding infantry to pin their foes in place, while their heavy cavalry, composed of knights and men-at-arms lay waste to the enemy’s flanks. Those who flee and break are spared little, for also has it been said that the Adunians are the most skilled archers among the mannish races, likely akin to their Elvish ancestors. A Repentant Race | The Oath of Tar-Númenatâr, more commonly known simply as ‘the Oath’ was a declaration sworn on the Creator’s name upon Mount Alkayaban after the conquest of Sharad'et'alkayaban by Tar-Uriel, who adopted his third and final name writ in the Adunic tongue of yore, Tar-Númenatâr. The Oath is a declaration to forever stand steadfast and unwavering against the Forces of Darkness, and to also defend Mankind from external threat in penance for Harren’s conquests. The Oath sees the Númenedain take up an almost paternalistic role among their fellow men, to guide them away from their darker, more scheming and ambitious nature, just as the Adunians were guided towards redemption. This Oath is sworn anew upon one’s induction into Númenedain culture, before a place of either religious or cultural significance, according to one’s preference, the Oath is also sworn anew by a newly crowned monarch during coronation. [Click Here] to read more about the Oath of Tar-Númenatâr. Pride of the Adunians | Unwavering in pride, those Adunians who survived the destruction of the Barrowlands during the fall of Almaris have tasted independence for the first time since elder days, and are unlikely to accept servitude ever again. The names and lineages of the middlemen carry little weight (though are not disrespected) among the Númenedain, who have sworn to never again bow before a foreign monarch, a fierce streak of resilience brought on by centuries of turmoil. The Doom of Harren | Though they fight to be free of it, and ever-seek to repent from it, the Doom of Harren runs fiercely in the Númenedain, that is Ambition. The same ambition which turned Harren the destined firstborn into the decadent, selfish, unworthy and covetous kinslayer runs also through the Númenedain, albeit within them is the ambition to do good, it can still be said that men are capable of wicked things in thinking themselves just, and it is as true now as it was nearly two thousand years ago- The hearts of men are easily corrupted. Always Outnumbered | Though the largest remnant of the already waning Adunian race, the Númenedain are only a part of it, and many more still remain in wandering nomadic clans, or deeply ingrained within Heartlander or Highlander spheres. Fierce though they may be, the Númenedain are few in number, and should Númendil itself fall, that people- And perhaps the future of the Adunians as a whole will fall with it. Physical Traits The Blood of Idunia | Though not all Númenedain are Adunians (as middlemen may be adopted into the culture) and not all Adunians are Númenedain, Númendil itself is the first truly Adunic kingdom in five hundred years, and this is reflected in its denizens. Here, in this corner of the world, the remaining blood of Harren gathers the most in number. Adunians live longer lives then middlemen on account of their Elvish ancestry, oftentimes living anywhere from 180-200 years of age, while among the lines of kings, it is not unheard of for that number to even be exceeded, such as the case of Tar-Nauthon, called in life John Marsyr, who lived to nearly be two hundred and thirty. They do not have pointed ears. Fair and Strong | There has rarely ever been a descendant of Malin who was not fair to look upon, and the Mali’valah (Adunians) are no different. This, combined with their predominantly mannish blood and natural inclination towards martial lifestyles, means that most Númenedain, as well as being easy to look upon, possess great strength (though never exceeding that of a peak human). Númenedain who descend from Harren’hil stock are typically shorter and more lithe than those who descend from more Mannish kindred. They do not have pointed ears. Eyes and Hair | Adunians look mostly like most other men, with a few notable exceptions. Mostly possessing pale skin and hair in the range of black to auburn, Adunian hair can also turn white-gray exceedingly early, though this is not always so, and is regarded as a sign of more recent Elvish ancestry. This is also the case for their eyes, with grays denoting Elvish heritage, greens and browns are also common. They do not have pointed ears. Few in Number… | The Númenedain, as with all Adunians, suffer partially from the curse of Malin, that being infertility, this is especially true for the Harren’hil-descended Númenedain, who are of greater elven heritage than those descended from the Aduno-Heartlander or Aduno-Highlander stock. Most Adunian couples will never have more than three biological children at most, because of that, adoption is prevalent. This is lessened only slightly if only one partner is an Adunian. They do not have pointed ears. Languages of the Adunians The Adunians among the descendant realms prior to the founding of the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil were a notably nomadic people, deeply divided over vast distances, and divergent as the centuries went on. Among the Númenedain, three languages are spoken chiefly, (including the common tongue), with mainstream Thaudian as it is spoken elsewhere having fallen out of use among the Harren’hil centuries ago, and is therefore seldom used by the Númenedain who descend from them. Thaudian (Thd) is the more Traditional, less ‘diverged’ form of the language spoken by the Adunian peoples of Al’Ildic between the fourth and the fourteenth centuries, and unlike the Almaric dialect, has remained mostly unchanged from the Al’Ildic exodus, preserved chiefly by the ‘settled’ and later Imperialized Adunians, such as House O’Rourke, the Napier Family, and the Imperial Elendils. Almaric Thaudian (ThdA) is the most common of the three languages, and is the every-day ‘informal’ tongue of the Númenedain, and the Harren’hil before them. Originally a dialect of Thaudian, Almaric Thaudian diverged from that tongue many centuries before the founding of Cartref Mor where it was originally spoken. It is a musical language, complicated and difficult to learn to those who did not already speak it. It is even worse to read, as it was not intended to be written in the common script. Adunic (Adn) is the language of Idunia of old, and is the ‘formal’ language among the Númenedain. Adunic is a creole of Harrenite Flexio, and the ancient Elvish of Sarai’s tribe, the Wildewynn, and draws from both, though Elvish far more so. The ‘formal’ names of the Númenedain are taken from Adunic, including the regnant names of the Kings and Queens. Adunic is also used in the naming of cities and geological features, and is rarely used in every-day speech, and even then only truly among the upper-class. To further complicate matters, Adunic could, if the author was particularly masochistic, be separated into Early and Late Adunic, with earlier Adunic remaining truer to the Flexio routes of the language, while Late Adunic ers far more towards being an Elvish tongue. Lexicon Though by no stretch of the imagination a ‘full’ Lexicon, (for such would need to account for the multiple linguistic phases and evolutions of the Adunian languages over the last two thousand years, an impossible task.) the following is a list of common words and phrases in both common and the various Adunian dialects. Númenedain Names, Epithets, and Naming Conventions The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil (called also ‘the Númenaranyë’, meaning ‘The Royal Realm of Númendil’) is a new nation, reborn from the long-lost culture of Idunia, and melded with more modern trends among the mannish kindreds. Because of this, the Númenedain have adopted the practice of dual-naming, possessing a name in the common-tongue, or Flexio, which is used while in the company of the Middlemen, or while abroad, and a ‘formal’ Adunic name, writ in the tongue of Idunia. House names are also translated, and given equivalents when able, and Kings and Queens are encouraged to take Adunic regnal names if they do not already possess one. Younger Númenedain, born during or after the unification of the Harren’hil with their Eastron cousins often possess only one name, an Adunic name, which is used both in private and abroad. As well as possessing two first-names, two last names, and sometimes a middle name, a Númenedan may also earn an epithet through great deeds, which may be placed before or after the name of the Númenedan, depending on preference. For non-Númenedain wishing to be inducted into the culture, such as Adunicized Middlemen, or foreign Adunians, the final trial which they must undergo is a naming ceremony, during which, the Oath of Tar-Númenatâr is to be recited in the presence of an elder Númenedan before a center of worship or cultural importance, after which, a name from the Adunic tongue is granted to them by the monarch or a representative of the monarch. A specific name may be chosen prior to the ceremony by those undergoing it, or it may be left as a decision for the one observing the Oath to decide upon, this is again done by preference. Examples of Adunic names include: (M) Anardil, Anborn, Angbor, Aragost, Arahad, Barannor, Belecthor, Beleg, Belegorn, Beregond, Beren, Bergil, Celepharn, Cirion, Damrod, Denethor, Derufin, Dervorin, Dirhael, Duilin, Duinhir, Eldacar, Eredan, Forlong, Golasgil, Halbarad, Hallas, Hirgon, Hirluin, Hurin, Ingold, Iorlas, Mablung, Malbeth, Malvegil, Ohtar, Oredreth, Thorondir, Thorongil. (F) Baraheth, Barahiel, Canneth, Conuieth, Coruweth, Darthoriel, Derthoril, Faeleth, Faeliel, Gilraen, Ioreth, Ivorwen, Morwen. Note: Names beginning in ‘Ar’ or ‘Aran’ are typically reserved for those of royal or noble blood. Many names can be made to denote royalness or nobility by adding such into the name, ie: Baraheth into Aranbareth, or Beleg into Arbeleg. The names of ruling monarchs are prefixed by Tar- Meaning King in the Adunic language, ie: Aranbareth or Arbeleg into Tar-Aranbareth or Tar-Arbeleg respectively. Examples of Epithets includes: Hyarmendacil (South-Victor/Conqueror) Rómendacil (East-Victor/Conqueror) Alcarin (Glorious) Branhereg (Long-Endured/Old Glory) Foronathor (Savior of the North). Númenedain Cultural Traditions The Crown of the Númenaranyë, centered within the Radiant Star of Malchediael. Royal Standard of Númendil, and sigil of House Arthalionath Values A new people, the Númenedain carry a legacy of lost traditions going back over a thousand years to Idunia of yore, and while much is gone, never to be recovered, newer, better traditions have been made, honoring the legacy of the Harrenite homeland, while disavowing the corruption and decadence that brought it to ruin. Even in wealth, Númenedain are encouraged to err towards humility and charity, though that is not to say the acquisition of wealth is discouraged, far from it, only the misuse of it. In times of peace, the Númenedain trade happily with their neighbors, chiefly in alchemical goods, for in the last century, such they have come to specialize in, but raw materials also flow from the White City. Furthermore, though having long abandoned the woodland life of their Harren’hil ancestors, the Númenedain maintain a keen connection with their natural surroundings, viewing nature as an unmarred facet of creation, and thus, a thing worthy of protection. Though they possess the same skill in it as all men, the Númenedain are not quite so industrious, believing that such aught be tempered with a healthy respect for the natural world that the Creator made for them at the dawn of time. Because of this, animal husbandry is also a well-respected profession among them, as is hunting. Most Adunians keep pets of some form or another, typically horses, large dogs, and the occasional hunting-bird, for falconry is a common pastime also. Herbalism and healing are also seen as favored skills among that folk, not only in keeping with their woodland roots, but also simply for practicality’s sake. Númenedain Rangers will often spend many months, if not years beyond the white-walls of the capital, and as such, identifying what plants are safe, and what plants are not safe has become a matter of some importance, as has healing injuries accrued in the wilds, a skill that doubly serves well, as a folk so prone to battle are also prone to injury. In keeping with the belief that the natural world is an unmarred example of the Creator’s work, many landed Númenedain will keep a sacred grove in their fiefdoms known as a Godswood. A Godswood is a meditative tree garden, either walled within a keep, or kept outside of it. It is maintained by the ruling family instead of servants, in the belief that something as simple as gardening focuses the mind, keeping one humble, and strengthening their connection to the world around them. Most typically kept in a Godswood is a grove of native trees, dominated in the center of the grove by either the silver-leafed Adunic White Tree, or the red-leafed Almaric Heart Tree, however, other plants may be kept and grown at the base of these trees. It is not uncommon for alchemical reagents or berry-bushes to be grown in the Godswood, primarily though it is a place of quiet reflection. All that having been said, one would be wise not to confuse a Númenedan’s love of nature as heathen aspectism, indeed, the Númenedain are deeply suspicious of druids, who they view as a meddling folk that serve the Fey, nature spirits who at best are mischievous, and at worst, outright malicious. While not so superstitious as to believe the Druids themselves as Faeries, they are thought to be in league with them, and thus avoided unless one wishes to court fate by dealings with the fey. To ward off these spirits, lines of salt and iron-dust are often drawn along the edges of a Godswood, or the property of a Númenedain living out in the wild. Cultural Trials One is considered one of the Númenedain from the moment of birth, should one or both of their parents be a Númenedan themselves, but it is a mantle one cannot claim without at least having begun their trials. Beginning at the age of eleven, the Númenedain trials prepare the youth to be contributing members of their fledgling society. Likewise, any foreign or Adunians or Middlemen wishing to embrace Númenedain must first undergo the same trials before any position of prominence can be held. Those undergoing the trials may have however long it takes to complete them, though it is expected to be finished within a decade. A foreigner embracing the culture for the first time is not expected to complete it at the age, or in the time that a Númenedan-by-birth would be. Trial of Profession: (Suggested Ages 9-12) The aspirant Númenedan must take up an apprenticeship in a profession deemed of service to the greater whole, something practical and worldly that they might contribute to the Númenedain Kingdom, or at the very least, provide for their family. Trial of Service: (Suggested Ages 13-25) Having now chosen a profession (or having had one chosen for them) the aspirant Númenedan must see their profession through until the end, and seek mastery of it, learning all they might learn from their teacher until there is nothing left to learn. When the apprenticeship is deemed concluded, the aspirant Númenedan must then prove their skill to their mentor in a test as applicable to their profession, i.e. The Smith must forge a masterwork and unique craft, the warrior must show their valor in battle, physicians must display their ability to heal and mend, and one groomed for diplomacy or to command must show themselves able to resolve disputes. Trial of Naming: (Suggested, on completion of Trial of Service) Having proven themselves an independent and contributing member of society, the aspirant Númenedan swears the Oath of Tar-Númenatâr anew in the eyes of a member of the Royal House, the Ruling Steward, or a member of the local clergy. Thereafter they take upon themselves a new name in the ancient Adunic tongue, or have one granted to them by those overseeing the ritual. Religion The Númenedain are Canonists of strong piety bordering at times on zealotry, and while other faiths are tolerated among the other descendant races, it is expected for the children of Horen within Númendil to be followers of the Canonist Church. This was not always the case, for among their Harren’hil predecessors, there was in fact a strong distaste for the Canonist Church, whom the Adunians of Almaris regarded in opposition and as a foe. They among themselves favored simple ancestor-worship, or among those during the reign of Aurelion the Black, Occultic Xionism. This changed when Ser Uther assumed chieftaincy of that folk after the brief and woeful reign of Oliver Black, which saw Adunians driven from the west entirely on account of machinations of revenant undead, Aurelion. Ser Uther’s chieftaincy saw proselytization and the conversion of many of the Harren’hil even before the colonization of the Barrowlands, and by that time, many if not all of their number were devoted and repentant Canonists at heart, with the remaining Harren’hil who remained at odds with Canondom choosing exile over conversion. Ser Uther’s band of Harren’hil, later forming of the Kingdom of the Barrowlands, found not only common-cause, but kinship with those previously regarded as culturally anathema to the Harren’hil, not just Canonists, but specifically Owynists, who put a strong emphasis on the second Exalted, Owyn, who was of course famous for killing Harren and fracturing the Kingdom of Idunia. Strange that it is, this symbiosis between Harrenite and Owynist stems from Ser Uther’s informal education among the Lectorate of Owyn at the Fortress-Temple of Felder’s Rock, during his reign as regent for the Barony of Acre. Barrowlander Owynism was reasoned as recognizing their progenitor as a deeply flawed individual and later tyrant who bore the capacity to do good, but turned away, and respect Owyn not for the scattering of their ancestors, but instead his redemption for this deed by undertaking a one-man siege on the city of Edel, reclaiming it from heretics and the Undead at the cost of his own life. However, rightfully so, many Adunians even among the Númenedain do not fully accept this reasoning, and so, although Owynism remains popular (specifically among the original Knights of the Barrowlands) it is not mandated. The Kingdom of Númendil avoids a sectarian stance, and instead simply identifies as broadly-defined ‘Canonist’. Fashion and Cuisine The Númenedain are both practical and modest people. The Harren’hil who dwelt in the Barrowlands were known for a hearty palette consisting mostly of beef, pork and venison spiced with more northernly seasonings, on account of Barrowton being far disconnected from any main trade-routes. This was not the case after the founding of Númenost, which unlike its predecessor, was a central trading hub on the continent of Aevos thanks to its key location as a crossroads between the southern deserts, the eastern jungles, and the Mannish heartlands. Because of that, regular access to more exotic and southron spices was attained, something which the Númenedain swiftly developed a strong taste for. Likewise, some preference for spice had already been attained thanks to Barrowton’s Santegio-Hyspian community. Fish is also prevalent. Notably, Númenedain hunters are careful to avoid, and do not consume bear-meat, stemming from the usage of bear meat and blood in occult rituals during the reign of Aurelion Marsyr the Faithless of Cartref Mor. For fashion, Númenedain are typical, if albeit more conservative than most Canonist nations, stemming from Owynist influence. Both men and women are expected to dress modestly, with minimal exposed skin. Because of this, both gloves are common among both genders, and headgear specifically among the women. Due to Númenost’s southern climate, most clothing is fashioned from breathable, if concealing material, which thanks to the wealth of that region, is typically quite finely made and intricate. Because of this stance, sleeveless clothing, cleavage, or shirtlessness among either gender is highly frowned upon, and will often be met by vicious verbal mockery and condemnation. Númenedain Martial Traditions The Númenedain Colonization of the Sharadûn The Adunians have ever been a martial race, oftentimes by predisposition, more often by necessity. Though few in number, one Númenedan is worth two or three middlemen, and thanks to their long-lived nature, an Adunian will have twice the time of common men to master the art of war. Compensating for their lack of numbers, the Númenedain fight primarily as heavy cavalry, as to break their enemies in one overpowering charge, or as skirmishers, releasing a hail of arrows, bolts, javelins, and war-darts towards their foe. When forced to fight afoot (something often wished to be avoided) they fight in tight-knit formations, interlocking their large kite and tower-shields to form an impenetrable wall while striking at the enemy with spear and broadsword, or hurling potions over the shield wall. Númenedain infantry are primarily a defensive force, being the anvil to their cavalry’s hammer. The Númenedain specifically have an incredibly strong tradition of chivalric Knighthood, even among the other realms of men, owing to their beginnings as a simple Knightly Warband. Jousts are one of the more common forms of entertainment, and also serve to keep their lances sharp in times of peace. Númenedain Knights are known to be a humbler lot, truer to the chivalric ideals than many of their contemporaries. Any Knight can make a Knight, it is true, but to earn it is a far harder thing than simply currying the King’s favor, or showing a modicum of martial prowess. Indeed, Knighthoods are only given as a reward for deeds of the utmost valor, and even then, only to those who embody the chivalric ideal. Númenedain Knights are not traditionally landed, instead serving as the bodyguard or retinue of a Lord until they themselves prove worthy of being granted land through leal service and piety. Hedgeknights, or Knights-Errant made up the original companions of Ser Uther (later known as Tar-Uriel, and then Tar-Númenatâr) during his time among the Heartlanders, these men (and later women) are upheld as the ideal of what it means to be a knight, to be humble and ever-and-always a defender of the weak and innocent. Unlike most Knightly orders, Knights among the Númenedain are not only encouraged, but expected to adhere to their Canonist values first, and to put fealty to the faith above fealty to the King of the Númenedain. They are also likewise encouraged to wander beyond the borders of Númenedil, to accrue fame and fortune in their own right, and to do deeds of great value wherein they are most needed. To learn more about the wandering knights of the Númenedain, [TBA] Notably, Númenedain disparaged the usage of Cannons, due to the industry required to make them being environmentally damaging, but also because of their dangerous, volatile nature, and habit of exploding. Because of this, in siege and naval war, torsion and traction-based siege weapons, such as scorpions, Ballistai, Onagers, Catapults, and Trebuchets are preferred. HISTORY THE QUENTA NAUTHONIAD Adunians settled the land of Almaris sometime in the late 14th century, nominally for a time, under the leadership of House Marsyr, originally rulers of Canmoor who fled the isles of Al’Ildic when it fell to the undead in 1309 FA. This Marsyr-led unity shattered within the first hundred years of colonization, leading to the dispersal of the proto-Harren’hil across the breadth of the continent among independent Bowie Bands. By the time of the arrival of the Descendant Kingdoms to Almaris at the beginning of the Second Age, no Chieftain commanded more than a few dozen families. With them came the last remaining trueborn scion of House Marsyr, Nauthon, who in the common-tongue was called John. John Marsyr was a warrior of great renown, having ventured the width of Arcas as a strident ranger, and slain many beasts before enlisting in the Brotherhood of Saint Karl to fight on the frontlines of the Inferi War. During that cataclysmic conflict which heralded the end of an age, John made common-cause with, and became swift friends with Prince Fëanor Sylvaeri. When Almaris was settled, John soon undertook a quest to unite its errant Adunians, the Harren’hil. Using his friendship with the Princes of Elvendom, John was granted lands on the seacoast of Amathea, and soon began traveling Almaris, gathering through skill of arm and the power of his voice, the Harren’hil to his banner. Enough soon came to him that he was named their Chieftain and Lord, and soon came to rule Cartref Mor, the Home-By-The-Sea, wherein he dwelled for a time, and his people prospered. Inevitably however, Elvendom became divided into several warring factions, and Lord Marsyr deemed that continuing to remain in the southwest was no longer possible. John was released from his fealty to the Prince of Elvendom, and led his people north, coming into the service of the Norlandic King, and was granted the lands of Ironguard (called by the Adunians Minas Angren) in exchange for helping drive the remaining Svarling and Skanarri tribes out of Norland, and back into the frozen wastes. This Lord Marsyr did for a time, and did so fervently, for he was a warrior without peer, and among the most valiant warlords of mankind in those days, however, his warring oft left him far from home, and a disquiet had fallen on his house as a result. To rectify this, Lord Marsyr trusted his second in command, Ser Edward Thuri-Elendil to rule in his stead. This would prove a grave mistake, and one which would eventually doom Cartref Mor. Edward, now called the Ill-Ruler, was seduced by the Daelish Vampire, Sionnach, who guided him towards paranoia and greed, and caused him to abandon his duties, one of which was the raising of John’s son and heir, Aurelion. In Edward’s absence, Aurelion was instead taken in, and twisted by Witches of the Far North, who led him down the dark path that would inevitably become the doom of the Harren’hil. THE AURELIONIAD When Lord John returned to Cartref, he discovered that not all was well in his house. His son was errant and wild, his squire, Uther, was driven to sell his sword for coin, and his lands were in disrepair, all due to the mismanagement of Ser Edward and his Vampire-Consort. Incensed by this, Lord John banished Ser Edward and Sionnach from his lands, and set to work attempting to rebuild his household, summoning Uther, his son, Aurelion, and many others back to his halls. Though Aurelion was already under the sway of the darkness, he was not wholly corrupted, and instead sought to carry on his father’s work, and aided him much in the management of his household. There was a brief resurgence then among the lands of Cartref Mor, which swiftly recovered under John’s rule. Tragically however, this was not to last. Soon thereafter, Lord John perished nobly in battle against the Undead, biding time for his subjects to escape an overwhelming horde at the cost of his life. For this, and all other great-deeds accomplished by him, Lord John Marsyr is posthumously recognized as Tar-Nauthon, first king of the Adunians on Almaris. Almost immediately after assuming the Chieftaincy, Aurelion sought to prove himself and step beyond his father’s shadow, and as such, started directing the Harren’hil in a way in accordance more with his own designs than his fathers. While the Adunic rulers of yore were respected and taught of during John’s reign, they were venerated as mighty spirits during Aurelion’s, akin to gods. Likewise, Aurelion raged against the Aengudaemonica, and Malchediael in particular, who he blamed for his father’s death, and who he resented for the Adunian Templars and their refusal to follow him. Aurelion’s ancestor worship soon began taking an occult turn, wherein the blood and bones of beasts were used to summon the spirits of the dead to him and take counsel with them. The more Aurelion turned towards his ways, the greater his pride grew, and the greater that his pride grew, the more he resented his feudal overlord, the Norlandic King, Odin. In those days, Cartref Mor far surpassed the Kingdom of Norland’s capital of Alisgrad in prosperity, for that realm had fallen into disrepair ever sign the reign of Vane the Vain, and so, deciding to free his folk from the rule of unworthy Highlander rulers, descendants of those who the Kingdom of Idunia kept as slaves themselves, Aurelion raised his banner in rebellion, and sought to conquer the Raenrlands, as well as establish an independent kingdom. However, King Aurelion’s reign was not to last, for he knew little how to wage war, and instead of striking immediately, waited three months for allies who would never come to his aid. In these three months, the Norlanders marshaled their forces, fewer in number, but more skilled in force of arm, retaking Ironguard, casting King Aurelion the Faithless in gold, and driving his followers from Minas Angren, many froze to death in the rivers of Lake Hakon, or were felled by arrows as they fled. Those who survived, under the leadership of Oliver Black and Fritjof Maor fled south to the Darkspawn-led Elven Principality of Celia’nor, wherein they dwelt for a time. But the malice of Aurelion was not so easily undone, and the Adunic King defied death, choosing instead to become a revenant Necromancer, after which, he continued to influence the Adunians from the shadows through his agent, Maor, and his allies in Celia’nor. Unlike Moar, Oliver did not care for the occultic ways of Aurelion, but was powerless to stop a population that was mostly already fallen, and so, he could only despair as they slipped into damnation. Only at the very end did he begin to plot against Maor, swiftly realizing that Aurelion still lived, but it was far too late. Maor, who was well-liked among the Celianites, convinced them that Oliver was the cultist, and not he, and so, they backed Maor in a violent takeover of Cartref Mor, overthrowing Oliver, and driving his followers west. Crippled, homeless, and vagrant, the remaining Harren’hil who were not under Aurelion’s thrall were condemned, until a sudden summons arrived by one Ser Uther of Acre, a Warlord in the Heartlands, and John’s last remaining disciple. THE QUENTA UTHYRIAD Uther Gwathren, son of Lady Gwynthryth of Wealdfarthing and an Elvish Lord, stemmed from an aged line on his mother’s side. Clan Gwathren was kin to House Marsyr, descending from a bastard son of that house called Gwathor the Bloody, who was the last sheriff of Canmoor before his fellows settled on Almaris, raising a small castle and village called Wealdfarthing in the lands where Oren would eventually come to dwell. Unlike the rest of the Harren’hil, Clan Gwathren never fully degenerated into nomadic life, retaining some semblance of the feudal lifestyle until being driven from their lands by Orenian invaders at the start of the Second Age. Lady Gwynthryth, who had long since abandoned her marriage with her Elven lover, instead took one of the Orenian invaders as husband to placate the invaders, and to retain some status of nobility, though this was at the cost of disinheriting her son, served as the stableboy for her new husband, a cruel and vain man, Tancred d’Aroix, Baron of Aroix. Gwynthryth soon bore the sons of Baron d’Aroix, though these new children were not allowed kinship with her eldest, for fears that Uther might one-day seek to reclaim the land that he previously stood to inherit. What little time she was able to spend with her eldest was spent reading to him from the Holy Scrolls, to ensure his piety (as Clan Gwathren had adopted the Canonist Faith centuries earlier) and to teaching him to ride the horses he tended to, to better know them. Much love did Uther have for his mother, and great was his sorrow when she passed away of the plague when he was naught but eleven. Her dying wish would be for him to flee to Cartref Mor for his safety, for Baron d’Aroix would surely seek to kill him with his wife now absent. Uther bade his dying mother a tearful farewell, and that night, stole a horse and a rusted mail hauberk from the Baron, before fleeing west to Cartrf Mor, wherein he swore to Lord John, who took pity on him, and named young Uther as his squire. Uther swiftly took to combat as a natural, and by sixteen, had already slain half a dozen men, and proved himself a leal companion for his lord on the battlefield. When John went north to combat the hill-tribes and Svarlings, Uther remained in Cartref Mor for a time, before disgust at the actions of Edward the Ill-Ruler and his consort led Uther to leave and for a time become a sellsword and freerider. Uther returned to Almaris at the summons of Lord John, who knighted him for his valor shortly before his own death, he also bestowed upon Uther the blessings of the Aengul Machediael, and it was these blessings Uther recovered from when his lord fell. After a period of mourning was done, Uther departed Cartref Mor once more, for there was no love between him and Aurelion, and Uther was not well liked among them on account of his Canonist faith. It was then that Uther fled to the Heartlands, wherein a war had brewed against the Kingdom of Oren, a rebellion led by the Black Baron (so called for his supposed outlawry) of Acre, Gustaf de Vilain. Baron de Vilain’s lands of Acre were plagued with Undead and Neverborn both, and as a newly christened Templar, Uther immediately strove to prove himself against them, also gladly fighting with Gustaf de Vilain and his people in their war against the tyrannical King of Oren, Frederick I of House Novellen. Little large-scale battles were fought, but much raiding occurred across the Orenian Countryside, during which, Uther proved himself as one of the Black Baron’s most zealous soldiers, being one of the few Knights to fight on behalf of the smallfolk in that war. Nobles were hanged, and manors burned, and eventually the rebels stormed the royal capital of Vienne, killing Frederick and his wife both during the battle, and subsequent sack of the city. Shortly after their victory and the establishment of the Harvest Confederacy, both Baron Gustaf and his father Hannes vanished, presumed killed, but later found out to have been kidnapped and taken into slavery by the Mori’quissir, leading only Gustaf’s young children to inherit. Because of this, Uther was then named regent of those lands, to rule them until Gustaf’s heir, Volker, came of age. As those lands were lawless, and fighting still occurred in some parts of that country, Uther invited several Hedgeknights into his service to serve as his retainers in helping police Acre and the heartlands as a whole, this chivalric warband, called The Knights of Pendraic (after the Almaric-Thaudian word for Warlord) participated in driving the Undead from the Heartlands with aid from the Lectorate of Owyn (who Uther then studied under) as well as cutting down the last pockets of Orenian resistance deep in the wooded regions on the other side of the Arentinian Alps. It was during this period that the remaining Harren’hil under Oliver Black came under Uther’s protection in exchange for submitting to him. Within his House in the Barony of Acre, Uther was named Chieftain of the Harren’hil, and Protector of the Adunians, and he was promised land to house them by his overlords, the de Vilains, as a reward for his loyal service. Though this reward was never given, Uther swiftly became the greatest leader of the Adunians in Almaris, far outnumbering the houses of Rourke, Thuri-Elendil, and Elendil. During his time in the Heartlands, Uther brokered close ties with the House of Barclay, and the Lectorate of Owyn, ties which would remain for decades thereafter. Not all would remain well however, and eventually, Volker de Vilain came of age, and his heart was black. Acting on a feud with House Galbraith, Volker led the levymen of the Harvest Confederacy to storm a church in the Kingdom of Balian in an attempted assassination of the groom. He failed miserable, and in the aftermath, the Harvest Confederacy was fractured, with lands ceded to Haense, Balian’s ally, as well as Urguan, with the Confederacy as a whole ceasing to exist, as it was soon divided between the Kingdom of Aaun and the Archduchy of Petra. Acre remained, though a shadow as it once was, as one who Uther did not know was named its new Baron, and Uther, for his part, chose to depart rather than continue to serve a family he had lost respect for. Taking his share of the plunder from the Sack of Vienne, Uther dwelt for a time among the Waldenians of Minitz, ruled by House Barclay, while drumming up support to launch a great expedition into the west to claim lands for Canondom, specifically the cursed and blighted region known as the Barrowlands, where, as a Templar, Uther sought to purge, and make clean and anew, so that life and light might be restored therein. With a goal in mind, and the wealth and manpower to support it, in the 110th year of the second age, the golden wyvern of the Brotherhood of the Pendraic was raised, and a long march began to establish a hold in the Barrowlands- And after some conflict with the local undead, they did. A castle was swiftly erected, and a city around it. And it was called Barrowton. THE DAGOR ALMARIAD The city of Barrowton arose swiftly, almost accidentally, as tents arrayed around the original keep quickly sprung up, and soon turned to wood, and from wood to stone. More desperate souls had signed onto the Harrenite venture than was originally anticipated, many of whom were not even Harrenites themselves, but instead counted among the Middlemen, or even the Kindreds of Malin (of these, the Silver Elves in particular.) Though some resistance was found among the Barrows in the form of restless undead, conjured long ago and forgotten by their masters, the Expedition, soon thereafter called simply ‘the Barrowlanders’ dispatched them swiftly, and scoured that land clean, and for a time long enough, all therein dwelt in guarded peace, and new life came to the Barrowlands. More Adunians now flocked to Uther’s banner, and not all of them Harren’hil, but some rather, Orenized Adunians long-since sundered from their westron kin. Uther accepted these folk gladly, and counted them among his own. In recognition of this, and his role as both warden and protector of his folk, Uther was soon regarded as one of the princes of Canondom, a renegade and maverick no longer. Twelve years after Barrowton was built, Uther was crowned by High Pontiff Pontian IV as Tar-Uriel, King and Protector of the Adunians. This was met with some criticism, for Tar-Uriel came from no royal line, and therefore had no true claim on the Adunic Kingship beyond a common and distant ancestry to Harren that all Adunic nobility bore, however, such criticism was drowned out by support, not only among the Adunians, but also Tar-Uriel’s allies among the Middlemen, House Barclay, the Oyashimans of Tetsugawa, and many others. This was not the only joy that came from this time, for also did Tar-Uriel wed his newly returned and long-betrothed love, Orelia Darkwood, and from them would stem the new royal line of the Adunians, at first called House Pendraic in Almaric Thaudian, but later renamed as the Arthalionath, or Descendants of the Hero King, in honor of Tar-Uriel’s own achievements. Not all would be joyful and glad for long, however, for the doom of Almaris was at hand. The Elvish race known as the Mori’Quessir, long-tainted by the Spider Goddess and the Third Druidic Aspect, Nemiisae, would begin assailing the descendant realms in innumerable force, and though Barrowton stood strong, many of the other realm fell, and fled towards the southern subcontinent of Almaris. Under perpetual siege by the Mori’Quessir, Tar-Uriel decided then, overcome with zeal, to set his own city to a blaze rather than offer it up to the enemy, or lose it in the impending battle. In the perpetual night, Barrowton was set aflamed, and the Barrowlanders then soon made towards the southern continent, wherein after it was planned they would flee Almaris with the rest of the descendant-realms. Yet this exodus did not come bloodlessly, for it came soon to pass that the Mori’Quessir once more darkened the doorstep. The final battle of Almaris would be fought upon the mont where stood the ruined city of San Luciano, which then had become the last refuge for all the peoples of Almaris. By blade and by spell, the remnants of Almaris’ Kingdoms fought valiantly, the Adunians not least of all. Yet at the last, even with the powerful sorceries of the Brev to aid them, all were forced into retreat, and they fled not by sea but under the earth into the domain which the enemy had since abandoned. And it was in those shadowed depths that they dwelled, until such time as they were, by providence, met with the sun’s light once more. THE FOUNDING OF NÚMENDIL Though much of this tale is told in other records [TBA] it shall be recounted here also that after arriving in Aevos the Adunians settled among a Farfolk known as the Sharadûn in the lands of Sharad'et'alkayaban, at the base of the Mountain, Alkayaban, for which those lands were named. However, fearing the influence of these Adunians, the Imr-khagn of the Sharadûn ordered their encampment burned, and its inhabitants enslaved. Tar-Uriel was gravely wounded in the initial raid, and was set into a deep coma, from which it was thought he would never awake. As the Adunians prepared to make a final stand however, Tar-Uriel awoke, and led the countercharge, harrying the Sharadûn back to their capital, which was taken, after which, the Imrîd dynasty from which the Imr-khagn descended was extinguished, and their lands taken by Tar-Uriel, who renamed them ‘the Númenaranyë’ or ‘the Royal Realm of the Númenedain’, and thus, the name was born. Tar-Uriel himself took a third and final name by which he is known now, Tar-Númenatâr, ‘King of the Númenedain’. And thus, Tar-Númenatâr the King ruled nobly and well to this day. AFTERWORD AND CREDITS (OOC) After several long weeks of writing, the Númenedain culture is complete, and I can’t say I’m not proud. The Númenedain stemmed from a desire to return the Adunians to their LOTR-inspired roots, now that they have for the first time in many years an actual nation. If you’re interested in LOTR-style humans based off the Númenoreans, or want something a bit different from the usual ‘game of thrones’ or ‘real life but fantasy’ vibe of human roleplay, I encourage you to join us in the Númenedain discord [here] or to seek us out in-game in Númendil. A small note for clarification in ‘Languages of the Adunians’ as well as ‘Númenedain names’ sections is that the languages used to represent those languages are Welsh for Almaric Thaudian, and Tolkien’s Aduniac and Sindarin for Adunic, with the former representing the earlier (and therefore lesser-recorded) Mannish dialect, whereas Sindarin is used to represent the later, more Elven-like form of the language. Finally, I would like to thank and credit all of those without whom, neither this culture, nor the Adunian nation would exist. First, the Barrowlander community, who gave me the opportunity to be their leader. Their constant proof-reading and encouragement is what helped me finish this, which is probably one of my better posts in my time on LOTC. all of you contributed in one way or another, and so it’d be difficult to list them all. In no particular order, Josh, Hermes, Shady, Irene, Sneaky, Cindy, Seva, Pepto, Daengie, Astria, Dele, Kyrrn, James, Tom, Gilded and Fimlin. I’m sure I’m forgetting some names, sorry. I want to give a special thanks to DrHope, my dearest and oldest friend on this server, who was the one who invited me to play his squire, Uther, who became so much more. I also would like to thank JakobiWitness, Owl_7, Ilum_Tarus, and Hanrahan, the original Adunians, and obviously, Professor Tolkien, from whose works this culture, and all of fantasy is clearly inspired.
  4. The Rise of True Rectitude The Birth of the Teutonic Order Ve Zantek i ve Hauchvojshka Teutonik [trans. New Marian] The Genesis of Mankind's Military Prowess 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮 - Ezekiel Tarus, of the Kingdom of Oren after the division of the Land of Men between Oren & Hanseti. History in some ways can be considered cyclical, repetitive even, and in no way is this more apparent than in the manners by which peoples form themselves into cohesive polities, into distinct tribes and groups. No one form of government or of organization is truly unique and in some instance of the near or distant past; there were others who had same such forms of organizing themselves. Men, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs have all contended with banding together whether by some common goal or, at the very least, that they may preserve lineage and guard themselves and their homes. One such form of banding together is that of the knightly order. This particular conception of organization usually requires a held set of values that all organizing themselves willingly concede are worthwhile in forming their worldview and giving them the lenses through which they viewed themselves and their neighbors. There have been many knightly orders throughout history dating as far back as Aegis. This particular work narrates the genesis of the first of the knightly orders; the birth of the Teutonic Order. The Hochmeister Gaius Marius is identified as the progenitor of this knightly order, but he is not alone in contributing to both the philosophy of the Order nor was his labor alone to credit for the awesome success of those most dreaded Black Crosses whose legend is now inscribed in the histories kept in wondrous libraries across the lands. Herein will be narrations, descriptions, letters, and stories compiled from various Sariants ("knights" in Old Marian) that illuminate both the causes for the founding of the Teutonic Order and those major events that left indelible impressions on the early history of the Order. Out-of-Character Note: This is an attempt to revisit and improve upon my first long-form story when I first joined the server here. I hope you will enjoy.
  5. SUMMONS TO GRAND DUMA OF ADRIA | 1913 6th day of Harren’s Folly of 1912 TO THE DUCHY OF ADRIA The dumacratic values of Adria are considered sacred and the bedrock upon which our Adria was founded. Since the times of Duke Franz I Vladov, Adria has distinguished itself for its progressive values and integrative vision of a Duchy established not on the despotism of hitherto Savoyard or Horenic polities but instead on that of compromise and unity through differentiating ideas. As Duke of Adria, it behooves me to recognize the people's will and give them ample capacity to advise on the governance of Adria. Thus I summon the Grand Duma of Adria so that we continue to forge our shared vision of prosperity and stability. Heinrik Otto var Nikolai Sarkozic THE DUMA IS SUMMONED UNDER THIS ITINERARY 5PM EST SUNDAY 2/26/23 IN NOMINE ADRIAE His Grace, Heinrik I Sarkozic, Duke of Adria, Count of Veletzia, Count-Consort of Aldersberg, Protector of the Aaunic South, Keeper of the Swans
  6. DUMAPALOOZA - THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM Issued on 13th of Sigismund's End 1896 The Duchy of Adria, a title often attributed to political paper, has not had lands for any of her people or kindred to coalesce for well over a century. As any good Sarkoz should, we bemoan the deprivation of a proper land to call Adria, one where we may exercise our ancient, vaunted customs. Now, we seek to re-unite those who have wandered aimlessly in this time of interregnum- not under the banner of Sarkozic, but under the banner of Adria, that which we may all claim as ours. House Sarkozic, however, invites all the remaining cadet-houses of House Carrion and those families of influence in Adria’s past to a formal Adrian Election regarding the title of our forebears. It is long past due that those of Adrian stock aim to return to the days of the Cercogstva Adrija; and we are here to retrieve one through a fair election that has been delayed, but never forgotten. There shall be drink for all, revelry, and celebration for this joyous occasion. INVITATIONS ON THE FOLLOWING RULES: 1. The Duchy of Adria shall only be elected by those Crow Elector Houses specifically named within this document. 2. The Duchy of Adria shall neither be a titular nor roaming title; it shall be bound to its allotted land within the Lower Petra known as Velezetia. it shall be bound to the allotted lands decided by the first elected Duke. 3. Although he is not required to hail from Adria proper, the elected Duke of Adria must reside primarily within the Duchy of Adria. He who neglects this duty is liable to be deposed. 4. The elected Duke of Adria may not hold any higher title, nor stand to inherit any higher title. Such candidates are hereby barred from holding the Duchy of Adria unless they renounce their previous titles or inheritance. 5. The Duchy of Adria may never be conferred, inherited, purchased, granted, or otherwise obtained through methods other than election by the Duma. House Sarkozic var Aaun invites the following Honourable Electors: THE PONTIFICAL THRONE His Holiness, Pontian IV - @Balthasar THE HONORABLE CROWS Aaun Sarkozics - @Beamon4 Balian Sarkozics - @Matheaww Barbanov - @GMRO Barbanov-Morovar - @HogoBojo Basrid - @JoanOfArc Tuyvic - @gavyn Rutherns of Hanseti-Ruska - @Demavend Rutherns of Balian - @Aehkaj Ludovar - @CopOwl Petrine Ivanovich - @excited Aaunic Ivanovich - @Calvin_ Varoche - @Enlightenment ESTEEMED PATRICIANS OF VES Bracchus - @Publius Montelliano - @TwistedFries Ren - Last descendant of Watanabe - @Moo_bot Kortrevich of Jerovitz - @Phersades De la Baltas - @monkeypoacher Ratispora - @Optimus420 Jewelbeard - @Nooblius BIRDS OF THE FEATHER & ESTEEMED GUEST Western Turkin - @Tibertastic Esteemed Guest - Ottomar von Alstreim, Last Descendant of Duke Franz Nikolai, Margrave of Vanderfell, Lord Vandalore - @Ramon Esteemed Guest - Anton Siegmund Tuyvic, Son of Duke Franz Nikolai @GMRO Esteemed Guest - Erik Euler, Architect of the Adrians @Laeonathan
  7. THE EAGLE’S FUTURE Issued on 13th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1896 The House Sarkozic had been summoned by His Holiness, Pontian IV to the ruins of San Luciano to discuss its future. After much discourse, it was proposed to elect a head of a northern branch of Sarkozic, so Heinrik Otto var Nikolai Sarkozic and Ratibor Kazimir Sarkozic could pursue their own ambitions in the north of Almaris independent of the Sarkozics of Pompourelia. All Sarkozics present were given one vote, including the chair. Upon tie, one mina was flipped to break the tie and determine the breaking vote. IN PRESENCE WERE: His Holiness, Pontian IV Heinrik Otto var Nikolai Sarkozic Ratibor Kazimir var Nikolai Sarkozic Paul Emanuel var Nikolai Sarkozic Franz Arthur Sarkozic, Baron of Pompourelia Katerina Angelika Sarkozic var Pompourelia Laurent Frederick Sarkozic var Pompourelia Esteri Adrienne Sarkozic var Pompourelia AS SPECTATOR: Sigismond Varoche TO DECLARE HEINRIK OTTO VAR NIKOLAI SARKOZIC AS THE NORTHERN HEAD OF HOUSE SARKOZIC RESULTS DA: His Holiness, Pontian IV Heinrik Otto var Nikolai Sarkozic Ratibor Kazimir var Nikolai Sarkozic Paul Emanuel var Nikolai Sarkozic NIET: Franz Arthur Sarkozic, Baron of Pompourelia Katerina Angelika Sarkozic Laurent Frederick Sarkozic Esteri Adrienne Sarkozic RESOLUTION OF THE DRAW: COIN TOSS Symbolic for the double-headed eagle of Sarkozic, much like a double-sided coin. TAILS Sarkozic var Pompourelia HEADS Var Nikolai Sarkozic OUTCOME: HEADS CONCLUSION OF THE ELECTION: Heinrik var Otto Sarkozic declared as patriarch of the northern branch of House Sarkozic. Signed, His Holiness, Pontian IV Heinrik Otto var Nikolai Sarkozic Ratibor Kazimir var Nikolai Sarkozic
  8. Hello Fellow LOTCERS Time has come again where I've overloaded on self skins that i need to let go, which is why I bring to you this amazing skin auction- for uh, females. I'm going to keep it short, I've made too many skins. Do i love these skins? Yes. But do i need mina more? Yes ! :D This auction will end at 10 CST on Sunday the 31st of January. So heads start at 30, and clothing will start at 50 , and you bid by increments of 10+ Happy Bidding! -Latte <3 <3 BIDDING FORMAT: (Quote the previous bidder) IGN: SKIN/S: DISCORD: BID: Flower Crown babe: Blue Pirate: Purple Regalia: Soft Spring: Cottage Core: Green Monk: Ruby Red: Air Bender Blue: Renaissance Rouge: Scandinavian Elfess (HAIR AND DRESS SEPERATE, Though, you could buy both for 85):
  9. Even-Out Evening 11th of Snow's Maiden, Year 3 of The Second Age Video Première link : Our last public announcement yielded great success, with those on ‘the band of the hours’ side giving a thunderous standing ovation. Cheering our name in the streets as we at last redistributed the surplus amount of wealth to those in need of it, while also liberating them from the shackles of society. No longer will the oppressors of these lands turn their noses up and look down upon the common man, for they will soon be eating alongside their unfortunate necessitous peers. To do this, another plan had to be devised, to show the hard-working that our group of mere men will stop at nothing to bring the pigs to heel. Our men were once wallowing in the depths of society too, by your side, yet they raised their consciousness from the bottomless abyss. To ensure that nobody would have to live like them again, underneath the frilly heel of a pompous Nobleman. At long last sticking at nothing until a true to man societal reform is put into place, not a true to nobleman reform. They are the outnumbered ones in this world, yet they still feel so inclined to treat us without regard. Thus, in no more than a singular winter’s night, a plan was hatched. ACT 1 - The Bank Heist The plan was as plain as a picture book; for the foe was as easy to read as a three year olds idle scribblings. Their discipline is similar to that of the crayons colored outside of the lines in a picture book. We were to steal as many of their tax slips as possible, handing them out to the backbone of their nation thereafter, the farmers. So with talk of their military gloating about a singular, yet entirely false killing of one of our comrades, we knew that we had to return them from their childlike fantasy; the reality in which we controlled. Due to bolstering our five champions, myself included, not one intruding thought passed through our minds as we strode into the bustling city, when it was most alive. Upon entering the city, distant clashes of metal and inept barking were easily discerned by our five. The Imperial State Army was in the midst of conducting their typical improper training. Then within half of a second, our leader echoed his voice to make himself known to those dwelling inside of their grandiose yet compensating haunt. Hurtling into the bank after, two of us hovered over the rest with torches while they set about cracking into their many safes. Before we knew it, the bank was surrounded by the Empire’s trembling soldiers, all donning scarlet red. We hastily departed from their governmental building, being greeted by the named army at hand. We knew from our last raid there was nothing in the slightest to fret about, as numbers mean little if incompetency is the only thing your army is renowned for. So we stood there, without a singular bead of sweat upon our brows, our shoulders straight and chests out. As the Imperial State Army fumbled into ranks, we yet noticed that not one of their soldiers could yet equal our mens heights, not even if one were to stand on another's shoulders. Our up-and-coming companion, who was new to the company, uttered lowly, “My comrade, they have thrice our numbers.” Lacking a second inbetween, our leader responded with “Yes,” his voice sounding both resonant and composed. For half an hour, our group ran their horde around their own city, hurling our torches towards buildings that had previously been marked on the eve before. Hopscotching from wall to wall subsequently, our destination had been found without a singular scratch showing on our bodies. Once we had climbed down from their tallest wall of all, we reached to our sides and all pulled our flasks into our grasps. We cheered and clinked our drinks together, while the soldiers above contemplated saving their buildings or giving chase to our smaller force. One eager rapscallion, foaming at the mouth and hair dripping off his head as though a razor had been taken to it slipped. This was the fault of none other than a well-placed banana peel, all according to plan. The other soldiers, mistaking a genuine slip for some form of leadership, followed suit, and plummeted into the field. Their leadership needed to show that their city was safe, they could not simply allow mere freedom fighters to combat them again and triumph. The people of Providence fund them, yet in every circumstance their funding is misplaced. So it was their time to shine, to prove their worth in a time so vital, and shine they did. Not in triumph, no. Not in mere stalemate either. They shined in waves of their own flickering blood, all cut down and put to rest. Each of them sharing a blood-curdling scream, as they clawed at the walls that were supposed to protect them. There was nothing to save them from it all, they might have stuck together at first but they shattered at the first sign of loss. They were so displaced from the initial charge, that our men frolicked between them without being impeded, the red tide mistaking foe for friend. After hearing the jaw of their General crack under the pressure of ‘Ts’ steel-lined boot, their swarm lost all composure and dispersed like lambs running away from a wolf. Their feet could not be trusted either, being effortlessly caught up to and crushed by the infamous ‘roadrunners’. Their numbers continued to grow thinner and thinner, much like the hairlines of the sharks at the very top of the inferior scarlet army. They did not stand a chance. Outmatched by our tacticians and outdone by the unparalleled synergy of our men, the ISA realised that outside of their imposing walls, they are nothing and will never be anything besides training dummies for their betters. There was not a thing that could have saved them from the outside, their weak mental strength faltering as soon as they tasted the fresh and free air outside. That ends the tail of the butchering of the Imperial Army, yet, not a singular simple man was hurt that day. I propose you cease in paying their wages and instead invest in more gardens, for flowers give as much protection as the ISA can provide. Perhaps then, we shall see a smile upon General Peter Baldwin D’Arkent’s face. ACT 2 - Dark Elf Liberation While the named group above was occupied laying an entire army to rest, another group of like-minded individuals was picked for a similar task. This army was larger though, to everyone's surprise, proved much more primitive and further intellectually incapable. Laying low in a thicket just off of the capital of Elvensse, the group lay their eyes upon a predetermined figure, another oppressor of the people. No minute was made to waste, so they darted after him and dragged him to a steep cliffside, where a boat was waiting for their arrival. Just as they had arrived, in the course of traipsing down to their port of call, an army almost four times the size of our force met them. They were cornered upon all sides, the steep cliffside lingering behind them and the Wood Elven army bearing arms in front of them. The Elves all had vicious smirks spread across their thinned lips, yet they soon curtailed and contorted into angst frowns. Our men had all taken a second of silence before plunging from the cliffside and into the dangerous waters; leaps of faith. If a passerby was to roam by, they would have screamed bloody mary and proclaimed it a mass suicide. Fortunately it was not the case, the group plunged deep and raised to the surface within moments, all drawing thin and shattered breaths. With their hearts in their mouths, they tread the water and looked up in disbelief as the opposing soldiers started to rain from the sky. It was an impulsive decision quite clearly from their lesser-trained military, all plopping into the water, but more so diving into death’s door. Just like sharks to fish, the Ferryman at the top of their chain pulled the dagger-eared men one by one under the water. In which a minute would pass before a body would float to the surface in a puddle of blood. The weak-chinned Elves began to panic, already realising that certain defeat was guraunteed. It was magic, seeing such a force disappear in no more than five minutes. However, their force had not been the only thing to have faded away, as our kidnapped target had given into death. We might have lost a valuable hostage, but the spoils gathered were greater than the price paid for any singular Elf; feeding the mouths of many. It is time for revolution friends. Do not give into the listed oppression and allow us Ferryman to lead the charge, for our minds lie with you, not ourselves. We hope to see you, common men and women, at our side when the evening comes. The evening where every palace on this realm is plundered. We will tear the golden coating from their pillars and provide some good in this shallow world. Written by: Dyselxic
  10. Buck hastily throws today's buck news to everyone in crumpled balls.
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  12. *A missive is spread throughout the land. To all cities, states, corners and edges of the civilized world. Pinned on boards and taped to walls, it is visible to all.* The Dragons' Guard The House of Horen seeks the strongest, brightest, and most dedicated men and women to serve under its banner. To brave the harsh cold of the north and defend the hardy people therein. To safeguard the city of Ayr, and the grand keep of Edmund’s Watch. Why Join? -To serve under one of the oldest and most noble families known to the realm. -To find fulfillment in protecting the innocent, and in turn serving humanity. -To gain the admiration of all your peers. -To call the soon-to-be keep of Edmund’s Watch your home, if you so desire. -To hone your skills as a soldier and kickstart your career as a man-at-arms. -To be free of prejudice under the watchful eyes of Peter and Robert Horen. How to Join: If you wish to reap the benefits listed above, and prove your worth, you need only send a letter to Robert Horen ((Kowaman/Namawok)) including the following ((Reply to the thread or PM)): - Your Name: Your Experience: What you can Contribute / Your Skills: - *At the bottom of each missive is a stamp of green wax, emblazened with the Horenian insignia. Beside it, are the signatures of Robert and Peter Horen.* Regards, Peter Horen & Robert Horen
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