TheCzarsHussar

@ColonelKillaBee Are you playing Ds3? Just invaded with another red called Baldur. We whooped the host's ass.

@The Good Doctor This is the new canon Theudofrid

What's the context behind this?

Make sure she's a Daughter of Skyrim.

My fucking DUDE, I'm going to be judging middle school participants. I wanted to judge high school projects because I felt that would be more fun but got stuck on the junior level.

I wouldn't actually. I'll be absolutely impartial.

Well it's official, I'm a judge for the Middle Georgia Nation History Day event thing at my university. Sadly looks like I'll be judging the junior exhibit, I was hoping for judging the senior exhibit but I won't complain. Gonna judge the shit out of these little nerds.

Voice of the Insular Immaculate Ethurmenas nyr-Rem Author's Preface and Letter to the Patron ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Most gallant gentry folk, as spectacular it may be to consider this, but the very parchment was not by the hands of Man, nor by the hands of Mer, nor Beast, nor illusion visage. No, this lay prestige is brought to existence by the hand of noble Royal Roscrean. Kin to Giants and far flung of man, hoary and ageless, perked of ear, broad and wide of brow and body. Indeed we are ghastly of appearance but time and faith has meld our noble lives belike that of civilized folk from Cyrodiil. Know this all gallant men, our bright-shores bring inland all glory that Cyrod Great and Far have brought. To say we are ignorant, barbarous is a gross mark. Deep rooted is our love of the Imperial culture, deep rooted is the tongue of commonalty, deep rooted are the divines of none less than nine. By the glory of Talos-by-the-Eight, think well of my people, and my writ. If any is found lacking, then by no other fault is it but mine, and I ask forgiveness for any muses to be found dullard. It is the hope that most gallant and gentry patrons will put to heart, in good faith, the story of Roscrea. Be good in faith. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Roscrea of Musses As any true-worded Historiographer may speak, Roscrea was a realm divided into realms within realms. Harsh-Touched by Mother Hag, whom could not grasp all the island, her frozen fingers stretched from Atmora. Godsblessed and fortunate were we that green havens of warmth and plenty were left beyond her touch. Nestled and bountiful in oasis the sons of Roscrea, like rabid war hounds coveted one another. In vast and passionate Royal Basin, swaths of fortholding petty despots waged ignorant barbarous war against one another. With stone and tusk-tipped spear our ancestors knew not how pitiable their lives were, without benevolent Cyrod Great and Far. Yet while these ancestor-folk should be pitied for ignorance, there yet remains a true heathenish power. Dragon addled worshippers of high and flat Middland used great power of sin to usher glass and iron into spears and axes. There and then to here and now, they are doomed spiritually and culturally. The Soothingtooth In distant history, the great and mighty Uralseptim Soothingtooth came to blistered fortholdings of easternrealms. Though his might of arms shattered any warrior-hold that challenged he or his army of champion retainers, it was his beautiful words, without flaw and bearing the many-truths that swayed our ancestors. So the ancestors called this brave Cyrod, Soothingtooth! His uniting word brought all eastern born Roscrean to his beloved bannerheld, the beloved warrior-king beyond kings so loved our people that from ordained and true throat he SHOUTED splendor into our hearts. For this king beyond kings was ordained by higher gods. Though ignorant and heathenish the westernborn Roscrean could not comprehend his gifting shout, and so called him false in all things, and laid curses in tongues of horrible breath. Ordained Royalty The Soothingtooth in all his wisdom wished only goodness upon our ancestors. With those warrior-holds that challenged him smashed into amusing wretch-puddle, there remained only rewards to gift and incur loyalty. The loyal despotic nobility that which saw divinity in the Soothingtooth were not only allowed the pedestal of high nobility but were taken in the wing like father bird and shown something greater. Royal Roscreans were they and as am I, uplifting Cyrod Great and Far laid foundation for Atmoriant to live as proper civilized Imperial. The secret of steel, the secret of crop, the secret of great knowledge. These were gifted unto the Royal Roscrean and transformed our kin, from petty fort-builders to wealthy, intelligent, and prosperous estate landed nobility. There is no river to be found, nor lake, nor tributary in which there are not fine swaths of plantation estates. Ours is the rural world, power the Royal Roscreans hold in all things beyond cities and castles. The New Ros The time of Muss was passed, heralded by brilliant new ways of life. The lives of native Ros were not only that which changed, the champion retainers of the Soothingtooth settled deeply in all corners of the east. There many of Nord and Cyrod stock found wives and husbands among our people. These unions of biracial wedlock sprung a young new race unseen to the realm. Strong and stout yet not as great as we, brave and wise yet not as great as we. The Royal Ros saw faces of half and half, bodies of half and half. The grand nobility found the union utterly Vulgar, and so called the descendants of man and Atmoriant. Vulgar Ros. Though no harshness was brought to these sons and daughters, they were not true nobility and could never be as we the Royal Ros. Our linage, that of the Royal Ros, remains untouched by such vulgarity. Our love of Nord-and-Cyrod cannot fully extend to these offspring, and so few can take up our lifestyle in the landed Estates. Insular Immaculate The final voice of note. Though any man of Cyrodiil can find familiar standings in our realm, it is only we who are enlightened of the island. The Haafingar-Folk have overtaken rule in the west through golden annexation and I find little familiar of their Dowry Hold. They are Nordic through and through, and lack the sophistication the Cyrods and Royal Ros, who are blessed with cultural and spiritual upliftings. Abhorrent kinsmen of the high and flat Middland are yet still untouched by our ways, and scorn our splendor. They are hopeless heathens, attached to a dead religion and near monotheistic of worship. Finally the terrifying theology of white cloaked visage, they are unlike anything of warmth and comfort. Their way is that of mystery and obscure faith, there is nothing to love or enjoy in their frozen-minded way. Ours is the only true way. Blessings of the divines, of which there are no less than nine. Blessings of the divine Talos-by-the-Eight. Third faithful blessing to the court of Cyrod, may the tower stand forever.

And Gael's Greatsword.

@BigBossBalrog Corvus with the greatsword, Reality vs Expectation.

What's his part of your agreement again?

You know @BigBossBalrog, you've yet to duel @ColonelKillaBee in Ds3. Are you gonna make him wait until Elden Ring before you grow the nads?

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He got some lotion.

An absolute lad

uhmactuallycolonelthecarthaginianswouldhavebeenamixedpopulationofphoenicianslibyansandnativenorthafricans

Lol yeah, I like y'all all equally. I'm only looking at borders

Which one of yall is IHateCanadians?! It's you Balrog isn't it?

I'm in! Bruh I hope I get the Seleukids.

Never mind, I was searching the forums and not Join Existing game.

Yeah I looked again and still couldn't find it.

I couldn't find the game, I searched for the name Apocrypha and had zero results.

Tis my birthday! At 12:57 AM I'll be 20!