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5 yrs ago
Current With one flick the seven stars shatter; the constellation of annihilation.
5 yrs ago
Faith is the strongest power; if something is believed to be true, then it is true. And all truth is real. That power makes impossibilities become reality.
5 yrs ago
I've been knighted, aye. But I have remained unbent; to neither house nor country. If an arm is lost, or a leg broken in the process, then so be it. I walk the free man's road now.
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6 yrs ago
Nine fresh ones became two, reduced; shattered; deduced to be the work of the old. Shake and quake with freedom's gold, liberty may be old but can become cold.
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Seventh woe beware, ye olden days of gold. Let silver flow, lest copper runs poor.

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My NS is at present halfway complete.


=-=General Information=-=

  • The Realm of Iron and Blood lies bedded along the coast of the Eastern sea in the north-central realms, with coastlines on the eastern-most quadrant of the Great Salt Lake.

  • It is predominantly a human realm with several racial minorities, ones of which face great hardships.

  • The Blood of the Eisenfolk runs red with faith, and they are a crusading people with a nomadic past.

  • To spill the blood of the Eisenfolk is just only if done in faith, as such they are an incredibly zealous folk with little acceptance of foreign religions.

  • The government of the Eisenreich is one of feudal ties, but it governs several tributary states enacted and created through religious conquest. The people of Eisen refer to their grand nation as a crusader state.

  • The people of the Eisenreich are members of the Rh没nic cultural group, a nomadic people from the south who wandered after the passing of their former homelands at the hands of "otherwordly" invaders.

  • The People of the River Eisen are known as the Eisenfolk, and adopt the religion of the Blood and Iron Church, where they worship the Father of the Eisen, Rh没n, the lord of Metals and Blood, Great Craftsman of the Abyss.

  • The people of the Eisen speak in akrabr眉d, an old language originating in the Southern-most parts of the continent. They adopt a runic writing known as b眉dabad, a fascinating written language of symbols.

  • The population of the forest realms and vast flatlands of the Eisenreich have been severely diminished from their past splendor, with ruins of great civilizations encompassing its vast stretches of land. This is due to the war of which the Eisenreich bedded its history upon during their exodus up north.

  • It houses a population of 7,560,000 individuals, many of which are of the Rh眉nic culture.

  • The Hordes, or Armies, of the Reich amount to a considerable 470,000.























Fascinating, you've acquired my interest.
I have similar experience with both Warcraft 3 and Starcraft 2 Cortex, didn't know it was still a thing. Welcome to Roleplayer Guild, it is a nice community and as a Nation Roleplayer I humbly welcome your interests.
WITH BLEEDING WOUND

"Never alone, ye men of Geisel be; in women, men, and children you have lovers, friends, and family. Blood and steel; might and blade; gun and sword. With these, you may encourage mine strenght in offense and defense"





The grass was tall, its crevaces filled with mud long wetted by the blood and determination of the royalist forces. Aside from the tallest of grass, beyond the patches of forest and lakes, beyond the good of nature, war was waged. Trenches dug in the soil of the long lost dead stretched on for miles, from left to right, without end. An active front, it was declared, but had remained still for years on end. For a long time the efforts of the infamous Man of Iron, Jacob Hecke, had kept the reds in check, but now they declared that they had an answer to his multi-layered defense.

With deep blue sky, the heavens were clear, no rain or weather anomaly in sight. In the midst of the forests beyond the enemy line of trenches armoured with corpse and sand alike, there was one man who had to keep on going, whatever it took, for he had in his hands the troop movements of enemy forces, and they were not favorable. This man was Xiang Gaochen, a master amongst his people in the arts of scouting, personally acquisitioned by Jacob during a prideful mission along the riverbanks of Zengrav where he had proven vital on the conquest of regional capitals.





His breaths were heavy, long since tired out by the stampeding march he had forced himself to undertake for the betterment of his beloved nation; Zengrav stays strong, always in this mans mind. It proved a flaw and strenght both, that his beliefs remained blind, lacking sight to know the truth of the world, and the corruption within, Xiang continued his duties, never giving in. His sprint had slowed significantly when compared to the freshness of which he employed during the height of enemy activity.

It was the case, that the reds had moved their forces north, to a previously secret breaking point in Jacob Hecke's formulated defense wall. It had to be kept at low manning, to ensure the stability of the remainder of the frontline, but this proved its own weakness in time, as it would now come to prove a massive annoyance, at least if Xiang makes it to his master.

So he thought, but still he tried to keep calm. With his rifle drawn he carried on, never stopping, never resting; almost done, he could see the frontline from where he stood atop of a hill, covered in bushes and fauna.

However, he heard the rustling of enemies near. They must've seen him closing in, he thought, and hunkered down towards the ground. He clawed his way from bush to bush in silence and turtle-like speeds, so as to remained unnoticed. His suspicions proved themselves right when two reds came into sight. He instantly froze, and covered his mouth; silencing his breath. Luckily, these men were simply on a routined patrol, they never caught glimpse of his hurried motions crossing the now desolate farmlands during his journey to his present location.

He judged, correctly, that it would only take a few days travel more before he was safely across, and giving the information to his overlord.

--- 3 Days Later ---


Sitting comfortably in his chair, Jacob let loose on the syringe needle and shoved it into his arm. Pressing down on the holder, he could feel the adrenaline, joy, and actual comfort return into his system via his blood vessels. It is an addicting sensation, and one that Jacob has never let escape or flee. However, as he finished his business, turning back towards his desk with the monotone sounds of gunfire and artillery echoing and quaking their way into his bunker, it was all interrupted by the shouting words of a high ranking Geisel officer, his good friend Joachim Stahl, and his worrying words uttering themselves in the most unbelievable of fashions.

"General, important message from the Scout Corps and national spies have just been summarized! It is believed that Communist forces, headed by Qiao Gengxin, are making their way towards our fronts with severely increased military activity! He was last spotted roughly twelve days away from our stronghold at Xinan'yan."

Estimates? Jacob needed clear answers! It is impossible to prepare a proper defense unless the truth of the situation is revealed, either intentionally or not! Worried, albeit visually calm, Jacob retaliated with his own questions to the Lieutenant-General.

"Numbers? Vehicles? Troops? I need statistics, Joachim. Give me them."

"Jacob, there simply isn't enough information to give! One spy says 1200, whilst the other quadruples the amount, and that only counts for their own locations. Given population density, and given Qiao Gengxin's history, it could be anywhere from tens of thousands to a hundred thousand men; though their only advantage remains for now their secrecy."

"It would seem like the reds have come back for me to kick their stallions even further yonder. Alright. I believe I understand, you are dismissed."

"Yes, Gener-"

"Until coffee is ready."

It was time for Jacob to prepare his defenses.
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Am I accepted yet
MAN OF IRON

"Ye men who wander the worlds, let ye know that ye are all mine sons of steel and that ye shall see great things in time's passing."





Fifth day of the week, fourth night spent without sleep. An aching leg and an aching mind kept the middle-aged man awake in the silent nights twisted embrace yet another time. Vehement to oppose the will of the medicine and its overwhelming Power over him, Jacob has refrained from using the pumps, the needles, and the pills for weeks, but it has made him none the wiser in return. It was a fruitless battle caked in vain glory of which only he, himself could acknowledge. To others, his battle against pain seemed trivial, in fact nonexisting, because they are incapable of sharing his sense of taste, his smell, and his ache.

The sun had risen for the fifth time this week, but its rays shot at his blood sprangled eyes. It would be another Vicious day to overcome, and the thought of it, made him cake in to his urges immediately. There was a war to win, a World to unite, and a people to rule! It is no easy task to act as the leader of a region, and Jacob was all too aware of its severe impacts and implications, having run it behind the scenes for a long while now.

The incompetent Count sits soullessly on the regal seat of his station merely as a visage, an illusion of authority to assure that the County of Zhaochen is actually an opponent to be reckoned with, as opposed to its divided reality. Factions vie for Control not only in the faction at large, but within every aspect of Life, there're not only royalists, but royalist zhaochen loyalists, and those who support Jacob's foreign involvement. Fortunately for him, those number the majority. Even if Jacob would not have the faith of the people behind his decisions, it is not unlikely that he'd retain the position so long as he was still breathing enough to do so, the Count is still competent enough to understand that his work needs to be done.

Jacob rose out of the far too comfortable bed, and slid his legs to the side of the bed, the sight of his stump taking the wind out of his soul each time he sees it. He edged over to the side of the bed table, and grabbed the prosthetic comfortably resting on the tableside. He attached it to his leg, and rose out of the bed, the entire process taking far too much meaningless time. He scooted over towards the medicine cabinet, and shot up on all the Essentials necessary to lead a comfortable Life for the rest of the day without fear of too much unnecessary implications, after which he clothed himself in his usual attire, one sprangled with the pride of which only the people of Geisel to attest to.

Once done, he proceeded downstairs, into the quarters of his general secretary, although now given the horrendous task of acting as defacto secretarian for all the County's business-related inquiries.

Jacob limped into the door, cane, as Always, by his trusty side. He loudly proclaimed, "Who does the nation want to kill now?", Before turning around to look at the strategic map fitted to the wall opposite of the secretary's work desk, the usual smugness tapered all over his face.
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