Lodged From Messages 4 years 239 days ago The Great Congregation of Brethren
Haviluthen wrote:Right.
Remember there was concern about letting even Vorbeck into the dragon hatchery? My dragons have extremely high standards in some ways.
Greater felter and Haviluthen
4 years 239 days ago Great algerstonia
Haviluthen wrote:or you can go FARTist 🤣
y'know this post makes me look like a cringey 5th grader smh why did I make this
4 years 239 days ago Seleyth
Haviluthen wrote:*sees your population*
Nice
4 years 239 days ago Edited Osterreich und ungarn
Ostarian Lullaby
Crown Prince Otto von Keitel, heir to the throne of Greater Ostaria, felt confused. Here he was, shambling out in the hot Ruhmstadt sun, his eyes barely open and overwhelmed by sun light. His head was throbbing like crazy, aching as if an artillery shell had slammed into his brain. He also felt as if he were just waking up.
As his eyes got used to the sun and his mind became clearer, he noticed his hands were behind his back and a crowd was shouting in a unified roar of sound. He was walking, two soldiers behind him. He tries to wrestle his hands to his front and finds that he’s cuffed. He turns to one of the soldiers. “What is the meaning of this? I am your ruler?” The soldier glares at him. “You’re nothing but a spec in our state now. A spec who we owe a lot.” He then jams the butt of his rifle into the side of Otto. Otto grunts with pain, how could this soldier defy him. But with the rifle butt in his side came ecstatic shouts from the crowd, their words becoming ever more apparent.
“Traitor!”
“Goddamned Boy!”
“Scumbag!”
What...what was happening? One morning he was the heir and now he was being arrested by his own people?
As the soldiers bring him through the crowd, a fair share of eggs, tomatoes,and pebbles hit him, more shouts were flung at him. The angry crowd seemed furious. What did he do? What had he done? Did the reds take over? He assumed he’d find out, a stage appeared as the crowd begin to separate, a silhouette of a man was standing. Otto couldn’t make out the man, he could see only the dark figure standing, shouting, the hand gestures he was using to emphasize whatever he was saying.
The two soldiers shove him on to the stage, in the center of it. Thousands of people surrounded, Microphones were at every corner of the stage so the dark figures words were emphasized.
“And now, we bring forth the source of our failure. The source of everything that is wrong with this country. His father may have brought us glory but the blood of that man is nowhere in this boy. Today we bring a reckoning. A new eagle rises from the ashes of a new. An eagle, nurtured by war, glory, and the Ostarian identity. This boy’s end will be the end of our last failures. Together we ascend from this foolish decadence!”
His speech pierced Otto to the core. What...what had happened? Why was he hear, hand cuffed? What was this demon of a man raging about and why were Otto’s people with this man?
Otto had no time to figure out. The dark figure starts to storm towards him and pulls out a handgun. He aims it straight between the eyes of Otto. Otto shivers, sweating profusely with fear. Then...
BANG
...
Otto jolts out of bed. He is soaked with sweat, panting, a chill going down his spine. He looks over to the nightstand beside him in the darkened palace bedroom. The digital clock shows its 2:42 AM. Otto looks around just to clarify. The decorative architecture of the palace, the beautiful paintings, the moon shining ever so lightly through the windows.
It had only been a nightmare.
He pulls his covers back up and sighs a long sigh of relief. “It was just a dream,” he said confidently, “just a dream.”
4 years 239 days ago Great algerstonia
Sodukia wrote:nice
4 years 239 days ago The Canonically Apotheosized God of Lerasi
Osterreich und ungarn wrote:Ostarian Lullaby
Crown Prince Otto von Keitel, heir to the throne of Greater Ostaria, felt confused. Here he was, shambling out in the hot Ruhmstadt sun, his eyes barely open and overwhelmed by sun light. His head was throbbing like crazy, aching as if an artillery shell had slammed into his brain. He also felt as if he were just waking up.
As his eyes got used to the sun and his mind became clearer, he noticed his hands were behind his back and a crowd was shouting in a unified roar of sound. He was walking, two soldiers behind him. He tries to wrestle his hands to his front and finds that he’s cuffed. He turns to one of the soldiers. “What is the meaning of this? I am your ruler?” The soldier glares at him. “You’re nothing but a spec in our state now. A spec who we owe a lot.” He then jams the butt of his rifle into the side of Otto. Otto grunts with pain, how could this soldier defy him. But with the rifle butt in his side came ecstatic shouts from the crowd, their words becoming ever more apparent.
“Traitor!”
“Goddamned Boy!”
“Scumbag!”
What...what was happening? One morning he was the heir and now he was being arrested by his own people?
As the soldiers bring him through the crowd, a fair share of eggs, tomatoes,and pebbles hit him, more shouts were flung at him. The angry crowd seemed furious. What did he do? What had he done? Did the reds take over? He assumed he’d find out, a stage appeared as the crowd begin to separate, a silhouette of a man was standing. Otto couldn’t make out the man, he could see only the dark figure standing, shouting, the hand gestures he was using to emphasize whatever he was saying.
The two soldiers shove him on to the stage, in the center of it. Thousands of people surrounded, Microphones were at every corner of the stage so the dark figures words were emphasized.
“And now, we bring forth the source of our failure. The source of everything that is wrong with this country. His father may have brought us glory but the blood of that man is nowhere in this boy. Today we bring a reckoning. A new eagle rises from the ashes of a new. An eagle, nurtured by war, glory, and the Ostarian identity. This boy’s end will be the end of our last failures. Together we ascend from this foolish decadence!”
His speech pierced Otto to the core. What...what had happened? Why was he hear, hand cuffed? What was this demon of a man raging about and why were Otto’s people with this man?
Otto had no time to figure out. The dark figure starts to storm towards him and pulls out a handgun. He aims it straight between the eyes of Otto. Otto shivers, sweating profusely with fear. Then...
BANG
...
Otto jolts out of bed. He is soaked with sweat, panting, a chill going down his spine. He looks over to the nightstand beside him in the darkened palace bedroom. The digital clock shows its 2:42 PM. Otto looks around just to clarify. The decorative architecture of the palace, the beautiful paintings, the moon shining ever so lightly through the windows.
It had only been a nightmare.
He pulls his covers back up and sighs a long sigh of relief. “It was just a dream,” he said confidently, “just a dream.”
I opened it thinking it was lyrics to an Ostarian Lullabye but wtf is this?
4 years 239 days ago Osterreich und ungarn
Lerasi Just forshadowing a quick rp cuz I was bored
4 years 239 days ago Great algerstonia dam those ostarian triggered
4 years 239 days ago The The most restored nation of of Dreamersistan
Lerasi
It's an actual Ostarian lullaby that explains 2 things:
1. Ostarian mothers don't love their kids
2. Why the child mortality rate's so high
4 years 239 days ago The Jingoistic Republic of Volinovia Drawing for World Cup
Groups Group A
Group B
Group C
Group D
4 years 239 days ago The Bison and Belgian King of Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich
Osterreich und ungarn wrote:foreshadowing
oh sh1t
4 years 239 days ago The Heiliger Eisenrepublik of Kampf Empire
Osterreich und ungarn wrote:Ostarian Lullaby
Crown Prince Otto von Keitel, heir to the throne of Greater Ostaria, felt confused. Here he was, shambling out in the hot Ruhmstadt sun, his eyes barely open and overwhelmed by sun light. His head was throbbing like crazy, aching as if an artillery shell had slammed into his brain. He also felt as if he were just waking up.
As his eyes got used to the sun and his mind became clearer, he noticed his hands were behind his back and a crowd was shouting in a unified roar of sound. He was walking, two soldiers behind him. He tries to wrestle his hands to his front and finds that he’s cuffed. He turns to one of the soldiers. “What is the meaning of this? I am your ruler?” The soldier glares at him. “You’re nothing but a spec in our state now. A spec who we owe a lot.” He then jams the butt of his rifle into the side of Otto. Otto grunts with pain, how could this soldier defy him. But with the rifle butt in his side came ecstatic shouts from the crowd, their words becoming ever more apparent.
“Traitor!”
“Goddamned Boy!”
“Scumbag!”
What...what was happening? One morning he was the heir and now he was being arrested by his own people?
As the soldiers bring him through the crowd, a fair share of eggs, tomatoes,and pebbles hit him, more shouts were flung at him. The angry crowd seemed furious. What did he do? What had he done? Did the reds take over? He assumed he’d find out, a stage appeared as the crowd begin to separate, a silhouette of a man was standing. Otto couldn’t make out the man, he could see only the dark figure standing, shouting, the hand gestures he was using to emphasize whatever he was saying.
The two soldiers shove him on to the stage, in the center of it. Thousands of people surrounded, Microphones were at every corner of the stage so the dark figures words were emphasized.
“And now, we bring forth the source of our failure. The source of everything that is wrong with this country. His father may have brought us glory but the blood of that man is nowhere in this boy. Today we bring a reckoning. A new eagle rises from the ashes of a new. An eagle, nurtured by war, glory, and the Ostarian identity. This boy’s end will be the end of our last failures. Together we ascend from this foolish decadence!”
His speech pierced Otto to the core. What...what had happened? Why was he hear, hand cuffed? What was this demon of a man raging about and why were Otto’s people with this man?
Otto had no time to figure out. The dark figure starts to storm towards him and pulls out a handgun. He aims it straight between the eyes of Otto. Otto shivers, sweating profusely with fear. Then...
BANG
...
Otto jolts out of bed. He is soaked with sweat, panting, a chill going down his spine. He looks over to the nightstand beside him in the darkened palace bedroom. The digital clock shows its 2:42 AM. Otto looks around just to clarify. The decorative architecture of the palace, the beautiful paintings, the moon shining ever so lightly through the windows.
It had only been a nightmare.
He pulls his covers back up and sighs a long sigh of relief. “It was just a dream,” he said confidently, “just a dream.”
If you use your imagination, a high blood alcohol level, and the tune from "Prince Ali", you could make this sound like a lullaby.
4 years 239 days ago The Great Congregation of Brethren
Osterreich und ungarn wrote:Ostarian Lullaby
Crown Prince Otto von Keitel, heir to the throne of Greater Ostaria, felt confused. Here he was, shambling out in the hot Ruhmstadt sun, his eyes barely open and overwhelmed by sun light. His head was throbbing like crazy, aching as if an artillery shell had slammed into his brain. He also felt as if he were just waking up.
As his eyes got used to the sun and his mind became clearer, he noticed his hands were behind his back and a crowd was shouting in a unified roar of sound. He was walking, two soldiers behind him. He tries to wrestle his hands to his front and finds that he’s cuffed. He turns to one of the soldiers. “What is the meaning of this? I am your ruler?” The soldier glares at him. “You’re nothing but a spec in our state now. A spec who we owe a lot.” He then jams the butt of his rifle into the side of Otto. Otto grunts with pain, how could this soldier defy him. But with the rifle butt in his side came ecstatic shouts from the crowd, their words becoming ever more apparent.
“Traitor!”
“Goddamned Boy!”
“Scumbag!”
What...what was happening? One morning he was the heir and now he was being arrested by his own people?
As the soldiers bring him through the crowd, a fair share of eggs, tomatoes,and pebbles hit him, more shouts were flung at him. The angry crowd seemed furious. What did he do? What had he done? Did the reds take over? He assumed he’d find out, a stage appeared as the crowd begin to separate, a silhouette of a man was standing. Otto couldn’t make out the man, he could see only the dark figure standing, shouting, the hand gestures he was using to emphasize whatever he was saying.
The two soldiers shove him on to the stage, in the center of it. Thousands of people surrounded, Microphones were at every corner of the stage so the dark figures words were emphasized.
“And now, we bring forth the source of our failure. The source of everything that is wrong with this country. His father may have brought us glory but the blood of that man is nowhere in this boy. Today we bring a reckoning. A new eagle rises from the ashes of a new. An eagle, nurtured by war, glory, and the Ostarian identity. This boy’s end will be the end of our last failures. Together we ascend from this foolish decadence!”
His speech pierced Otto to the core. What...what had happened? Why was he hear, hand cuffed? What was this demon of a man raging about and why were Otto’s people with this man?
Otto had no time to figure out. The dark figure starts to storm towards him and pulls out a handgun. He aims it straight between the eyes of Otto. Otto shivers, sweating profusely with fear. Then...
BANG
...
Otto jolts out of bed. He is soaked with sweat, panting, a chill going down his spine. He looks over to the nightstand beside him in the darkened palace bedroom. The digital clock shows its 2:42 AM. Otto looks around just to clarify. The decorative architecture of the palace, the beautiful paintings, the moon shining ever so lightly through the windows.
It had only been a nightmare.
He pulls his covers back up and sighs a long sigh of relief. “It was just a dream,” he said confidently, “just a dream.”
Very nice.
4 years 239 days ago Great algerstonia
Osterreich und ungarn wrote:Ostarian Lullaby
Crown Prince Otto von Keitel, heir to the throne of Greater Ostaria, felt confused. Here he was, shambling out in the hot Ruhmstadt sun, his eyes barely open and overwhelmed by sun light. His head was throbbing like crazy, aching as if an artillery shell had slammed into his brain. He also felt as if he were just waking up.
As his eyes got used to the sun and his mind became clearer, he noticed his hands were behind his back and a crowd was shouting in a unified roar of sound. He was walking, two soldiers behind him. He tries to wrestle his hands to his front and finds that he’s cuffed. He turns to one of the soldiers. “What is the meaning of this? I am your ruler?” The soldier glares at him. “You’re nothing but a spec in our state now. A spec who we owe a lot.” He then jams the butt of his rifle into the side of Otto. Otto grunts with pain, how could this soldier defy him. But with the rifle butt in his side came ecstatic shouts from the crowd, their words becoming ever more apparent.
“Traitor!”
“Goddamned Boy!”
“Scumbag!”
What...what was happening? One morning he was the heir and now he was being arrested by his own people?
As the soldiers bring him through the crowd, a fair share of eggs, tomatoes,and pebbles hit him, more shouts were flung at him. The angry crowd seemed furious. What did he do? What had he done? Did the reds take over? He assumed he’d find out, a stage appeared as the crowd begin to separate, a silhouette of a man was standing. Otto couldn’t make out the man, he could see only the dark figure standing, shouting, the hand gestures he was using to emphasize whatever he was saying.
The two soldiers shove him on to the stage, in the center of it. Thousands of people surrounded, Microphones were at every corner of the stage so the dark figures words were emphasized.
“And now, we bring forth the source of our failure. The source of everything that is wrong with this country. His father may have brought us glory but the blood of that man is nowhere in this boy. Today we bring a reckoning. A new eagle rises from the ashes of a new. An eagle, nurtured by war, glory, and the Ostarian identity. This boy’s end will be the end of our last failures. Together we ascend from this foolish decadence!”
His speech pierced Otto to the core. What...what had happened? Why was he hear, hand cuffed? What was this demon of a man raging about and why were Otto’s people with this man?
Otto had no time to figure out. The dark figure starts to storm towards him and pulls out a handgun. He aims it straight between the eyes of Otto. Otto shivers, sweating profusely with fear. Then...
BANG
...
Otto jolts out of bed. He is soaked with sweat, panting, a chill going down his spine. He looks over to the nightstand beside him in the darkened palace bedroom. The digital clock shows its 2:42 AM. Otto looks around just to clarify. The decorative architecture of the palace, the beautiful paintings, the moon shining ever so lightly through the windows.
It had only been a nightmare.
He pulls his covers back up and sighs a long sigh of relief. “It was just a dream,” he said confidently, “just a dream.”
Plot twist: The Ostarians were mad at someone else and were trying to give Otto free food
4 years 239 days ago The Dancia and Istaria of Danelaw Scandinavia
Kampf Empire Prince Kampy, Fabulous! Killed 100 people with his bare hands. The Strong Kampf could hold 20 fledglings on his hands!!
4 years 239 days ago Edited The Goin' Silent of Zukchiva Today marks the coronation of the First King, King Jubalok. It's a glorious day for Zukchiva, and may all peoples praise the glorious king, and his glorious Council. May all who look upon him be blessed with his divinity from the Sun and the Earth, for he is the most powerful human of all. Praise be the King!
~Rewind Time~
The morale of the people was at an all time high. It seemed that the gods had blessed them, for they had just finished conquering yet another settlement, bring up their territory. While they were not brave enough to explore just yet, the forests beyond awaited with their promises and hints of gold. But, all was well within Zukchiva, for everyone was rich and none were poor.
Soon, however, it became apparent that the previous conquered tribes were unhappy with the First People's rule. They were growing restless, agitated, and angry. And the First People, seeing this, saw an opportunity.
The conquered people were all very rich, each having access to gold as well as other talents specific to settlement. If the First People were to unite them under a King... Zukchiva could solidify and become very powerful indeed.
And so negotiations began. While most peoples gave their loyalty and selected a Council-person, some were stubborn. They were dealt with in more... harsh methods. And so, all the peoples agreed to the proposal.
The proposed plan was to better all the People's of Zukchiva, and to give those conquered the chance to taste equality with the First People. The plan was as listed as below.
1) Unification. Let us pool our resources together with the others, so that we can better our areas.
And so, a King was chosen to a Council of five nominees. Each of the five were choose from each of the five conquered villages, while the King was a man agreed upon by all conquered. His name was Jubalok, and his good luck throughout his life and his bloodline from the First People made him the obvious choice.
And so, calling upon the Sun and Earth, who are the most powerful of all deities in the First People's eyes, he was crowned King of the known world.
*fast forward to present time*
It has been ten years since the King's coronation. A grand city stands in the middle of the state, with trade being a common occurrence within its walls. While trade has been furthered immensely, it has not gone far beyond bartering of items. Common trade items are nuggets of gold, which can be used to make jewelry, as well as livestock, food, ores, and other objects.
The time to explore has come. The King calls to the Council a team of fifty men, who shall make the journey...
4 years 239 days ago The The most restored nation of of Dreamersistan
Zukchiva ~Rewind Time~
The morale of the people was at an all time high. It seemed that the gods had blessed them, for they had just finished conquering yet another settlement, bring up their territory. While they were not brave enough to explore just yet, the forests beyond awaited with their promises and hints of gold. But, all was well within Zukchiva, for everyone was rich and none were poor.
Soon, however, it became apparent that the previous conquered tribes were unhappy with the First People's rule. They were growing restless, agitated, and angry. And the First People, seeing this, saw an opportunity.
The conquered people were all very rich, each having access to gold as well as other talents specific to settlement. If the First People were to unite them under a King... Zukchiva could solidify and become very powerful indeed.
And so negotiations began. While most peoples gave their loyalty and selected a Council-person, some were stubborn. They were dealt with in more... harsh methods. And so, all the peoples agreed to the proposal.
The proposed plan was to better all the People's of Zukchiva, and to give those conquered the chance to taste equality with the First People. The plan was as listed as below.
1) Unification. Let us pool our resources together with the others, so that we can better our areas.
And so, a King was chosen to a Council of five nominees. Each of the five were choose from each of the five conquered villages, while the King was a man agreed upon by all conquered. His name was Jubalok, and his good luck throughout his life and his bloodline from the First People made him the obvious choice.
And so, calling upon the Sun and Earth, who are the most powerful of all deities in the First People's eyes, he was crowned King of the known world.
*fast forward to present time*
It has been ten years since the King's coronation. A grand city stands in the middle of the state, with trade being a common occurrence within its walls. While trade has been furthered immensely, it has not gone far beyond bartering of items. Common trade items are nuggets of gold, which can be used to make jewelry, as well as livestock, food, ores, and other objects.
The time to explore has come. The King calls to the Council a team of fifty men, who shall make the journey...
Promising.. very promising. But you really should have improved ur language after a year. It still reads like it used to last year. Look how much Shav OU and the gang have improved. You gotta write more
4 years 239 days ago Great algerstonia *swims because I like to swim*
4 years 239 days ago The The most restored nation of of Dreamersistan
Great algerstonia wrote:
<Drowns because... well, you know>
4 years 239 days ago Haviluthen I want to write an rp for this Nation but haven't come up with anything...
4 years 239 days ago Great algerstonia
Dreamersistan Another one bites the dust...
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The Canonically Apotheosized God of Lerasi
The The most restored nation of of Dreamersistan
The Jingoistic Republic of Volinovia
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The Dancia and Istaria of Danelaw Scandinavia
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