From the Court of Tir Moreth and Mercia: Tir Moreth has long been isolated to its neighbors and mostly ignorant of their troubles and well being. With new threats both in the north and the south, too big to deal with for a single realm, that will change. In the spirit of cooperation, let it be known throughout Tir Mor, Amaca, Mercia and Essetir that commoner and noble alike, are not alone. Look no further than your neighbor, for he or she stands ready to aid you in harsh times, just as both the lord protector of Tir Moreth, Hunriel P'teen and Queen Felicia North of Mercia stand ready to aid and protect you. In this spirit of cooperation, let it be known that Tir Moreth is now open for those that travel in from Mercia and vice versa. Let it further be known that Queen Felicia North and the lord protector Hunriel P'teen will strengthen their ties, work together and endeavor to trust and support each other for mutual benefit in trade, commerce and military. Let all rejoice at and support this chance of increased prosperity through peace."
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To the people of Mercia and Tir Moreth
As lord protector it is my utmost duty to protect the land and those that inhabit it. Queen Felicia North has proved to be a dependable ally and a great friend of Tir Moreth. It is my hope that should any officials from her court show up at your doorstep, you will afford them the same courtesy and hospitality you would a good friend or your second cousin. Let none say that we are not hospitable.
The Lord Protector, Hunriel P'teen
Last Edit: Sept 3, 2018 11:40:13 GMT by Tir Moreth
Post by Mercia(andreas) on Sept 11, 2018 10:39:39 GMT
To the people of Mercia and Tir Moreth
With the resurgence of Tir Moreth our ally through many years, who have now actively rejoined the political scene and the fight against the shadow, who also reopen their markets so our realms may enjoy increased prosperity. Treat our Tir Morethian friends as our respectable neighbours and let them not lack hospitality.
Since Mercia lacks an official court, I will put some fluff here.
Pierrick Elbricht is leader of the expedition from Tir Moreth to improve cooperation with Mercia. He arrives early in the season escorted by a group of soldier elves and a large bagage train. Much larger than would be expected from the number of people. Upon arrival to the Mercian court and meeting with Adran North, the blunt lieutenant steps forward to dispatch the soldiers over into Adran North's care: "The Tir Telconto are here to train and forge bonds with the most capable soldiers of Mercia. Please prepare us as best you can for the harsh conditions in the North, and never doubt that the bonds of friendship forged now could well be the final link in the chain that will lock the undead forever in their slumber." He makes a courtly bow and awaits Adrans instructions. Meanwhile the archers have neatly lines up and stand at attention. The rough look of finely maintained quality equipment marks them as most experienced troops.
His second order of business is the large bagage train. "As you can see I have brought examples of all the fine craftsmanship and goods Tir Moreth can offer. I would like to exhibit them here and in every town, manor and city along our route through Essetir back to Tir Mor. I hope to bring back samples of Mercian products to do the same in Tir Moreth. Will you aid me in this? Of course we will not sell anything, as that falls entirely under the jurisdiction of the eastern traders. The goods is a but a small twig to stoke a greater fire you see. Mutual prosperity and peace through trade." As the last bagage is shuffled past, a lone wagon is left. As his eyes fall on it, Pierrick speaks again to Adran North: "I have also brought one of Hunriels favorite court musicians with me. He is a master songsmith, orator, poetrist and handles the lute like no other. He will perform free of charge for all to enjoy during our travels and stops. He has taken some interest in your recent heroic tales. If you were to share them with him, I am sure he would write a most splendid song in your honor and play it while we tour Tir Moreth. Perhaps it will even be a song fit for certain future festivities." Pierrick looks hopeful. The musician is an elf, and it is hard to gauge his age. But he is most assuredly not a youngster.
Later in the day Pierrick seeks out Adran North, this time with a local painter in tow. "Prince Adran, would you be so kind and pose for a painting to commemorate this day? I am sure Hunriel will find a place of honor at the court for it. And on the off chance he will not, I will display it proudly at my home." Pierrick wishes goes with details. He wishes to be painted in front of the castle while he is vigorously shaking Adran Norths hand. He asks the painter to paint a group of soldiers of mixed banners and tabards to one side discussing over a map and shooting arrows at practice targets, and a group of traders showing their wares to the locals on the other side.
Last Edit: Sept 13, 2018 14:46:42 GMT by Tir Moreth
Post by Mercia(andreas) on Sept 17, 2018 22:12:00 GMT
Crown Prince Adran North thinks a moment and says:" Lets go to Bonestone keep, there are an excellent view to the sea, and inns where many merchants pass by. There the painter can get to his craft while i regale the stories of my three combat wounds."
Once at Bonestone, or Boston as the locals called it, there the Crown Prince strikes a Heroic pose in front of the keep.
"My first wound came in the battle against He of Stone, Onyx, a terrible monster infused with dark magic commander of the terrors force, he came to Albion and made landfall in Nemeth, the head of a mighty horde of goblinkind and slavers, and the free realms of Albion banded together and after bitter battle finally had defended Albions freedom from slavers. But He of Stone, Onyx had escaped the battle field and had to be stopped for good, or he would surely be back and threaten the freedom of all of Albion again. I, thus went to face this vile creature that could crush the spirit of men, but i were not alone, many honorable temples and realms send their champions. Thus the greatest hunt began, and with nature's guidance our band tracked down the moster who were tall as a tree and built like a mountain, and flanked by a wraith of a greatwolf, while Onyx could be fought with steel and bravery alone, i battled the wraith as only the strongest souls could resist its spirit rending attacks, and try as wraith did to rend my soul it could not destroy my soul for it was armored in faith.
But Onyx launched a all out attack and crashed down on the druid Bran Duir crushing him and tearing the soul from his body, but in doing this revealed a weak spot in his armor and we thoroughly plunged a spear into the neck of the monster. The day was won and Albion safe but at a cost of friends, blood and soul rending."
"My second wound came upon the battle field, at the battle of the river that ran red. Members of The Old Religion had issued a challenge to the Queens rule, and the Queen rose to meet it, the battle of will and influence lasted for months and the Queen was winning, but then agents of Bayard usurped the battle of will, and turned it into a battle of blood and iron, while the Queen knew that Grendell Le Fay did not have the troops in Mercia, to fight a battle of blood and iron, and she had numerous treaties who had pledged support should she be drawn in war against her will. Our armies form a line by the river showing that fighting were foolish, and it should be settled by words rather swords. Grendell Le Fay knew of this as well he would have to be swift and overwhelming, and thus procured Toutatis favor, and his armies thus could not lose. As dawn crested over the horizon, as the armies of Grendell Le Fay prepared to cross the river, but at that very moment thousand bestial shrieks and howls could be heard as a swarm of wild beast send by Toutatis emerged behind the Mercian army, a swarm carpeting the land. Despite being surrounded we fought on, through the day and through the night, and at dawn we looked to the west that there was no riders of Camelot coming. It was clear we had to withdrawn and but surrounded it would not be near impossible, so i rallied the remaining honor guard and let a charge, to lead a break out this invigorated the remaining men who followed through the break out towards our planned regrouping camp to the south in Essetir. But it was clear a rear guard was needed, as the tired troops could have been overrun, so i lead to rear guard together with the last of the Honor Guard and we held them back 50 men against thousands, but in the end a thousand cuts and exhaustion dictated the outcome."
"My third wound came to me far in the North, foul heritics were murdering their own kin in foul and perverted rituals, for power to inflict pestilence upon their kin, a more unnatural and misguided view of faith, surely cannot be. Thus a band of champions from righteous realms and nearby temples joined to right this wrong, and through the frigid north we hunted down the cultists, as they were about to claim another innocent life, we interrupted their ritual saved the victim, cut threw their ranks, but then their foul cultist leader threw a magic spear and dagger forged of black glass that was enchanted to never miss. The spear flew true and pinned Elrick apprentice of King Oden to the ground, the dagger went for me, i would surely be dead had Ogmios not granted me the speed to evade the blade just enough to live. But the force of the blade still sent me flying to the ground.
But by Airmed's grace have i made a full recovery of all wounds."