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While agnars brothers were competing in tournaments or settleing new land agnar worked day and night with the leaders of the engineers guild to make a seige engine unlike any other the world breaker ram he called it its armour is a triple layerd mix of dwarven steel and mithril makeing it a moveing fortress that not even dragon fire could breach this amount of steel of course bears a substanital amount of weight that helps it breach both gate and sheildwall alike but at the cost of speed and manueverability this great machine is powered by a great furnace located at its rear this furnace turns the great treads that move the ram though the heat from the furnace prevents the crew from staying in the war machine more than a few hours at a time. on its back are 2 bronze pipes that pump out excess steam and smoke from the furnace. The way the world breaker turns is useing the 2 giant wheels located behind the treads. Finally the ram has a great bombard at its front used to shatter gate, wall, and foe alike. Agnar and his crew of 4 engineers personally operate the ram allowing for on site repairs they are also each training sucssesors lest they fall in battle

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Snow drifted across the harbor of Sereeda as thousands gathered along the walls and docks.
Northern warriors.
Knights of the Hart.
Lords of the True North.
All had come to witness whether Queen Blood would truly honor the treaty.
The answer arrived beneath crimson sails.
The same black warship that had first carried the Blind Oracle into northern waters now returned.
No army followed.
No dragons darkened the sky.
Only a single vessel.
The ship anchored in silence.
Then the gangplank lowered.
Ambassador Nyssara Veyn stepped onto the frozen pier.
Her silver veil covered her sightless eyes.
Her expression betrayed nothing.
Behind her came twenty Blood Dragons carrying heavy chests bound in black iron.
The sound of gold could already be heard within.
A murmur spread through the crowd.
Compensation.
Queen Blood had paid.
The chests were placed before the assembled northern lords one after another.
Each one opened.
Gold.
Enough gold to purchase castles.
Enough gold to raise armies.
Enough gold to make even old grudges hesitate.
The Blind Oracle inclined her head.
"The Blood Dragons honor the Treaty of Sereeda."
Then came the prisoners.
Six shackled soldiers were dragged from the ship.
Their faces were bruised.
Terrified.
One began sobbing before reaching the dock.
Another dropped to his knees and begged for mercy.
The Oracle's face remained calm.
"These men stand accused of desecrating the honored dead following the Rydonius campaign."
A few northern veterans spat upon the ground.
The prisoners looked more like frightened laborers than hardened warriors.
A handful of those present exchanged suspicious glances.
Something felt wrong.
Too easy.
Too convenient.
The true monsters who had marched through Rydonius were known throughout the continent.
These men did not look like them.
Yet none could prove otherwise.
And so the prisoners were accepted.
Another debt paid.
Another promise fulfilled.
Then the harbor fell silent.
A final figure emerged from the ship.
A boy.
No older than fourteen, but built like a grown man.
The murmuring stopped immediately.
He wore white.
Not red.
Not black.
White dragon-scale armor polished until it gleamed like fresh snow beneath the pale winter sun.
Across his chest rested a silver dragon worked into the armor itself.
Ancient.
Regal.
Terrifyingly deliberate.
The White Dragon.
The forgotten colors of the first Dragon Kings.
The colors worn before the clans had splintered into Blood Dragons, Skull Dragons, Green Dragons, Dragon Masters, and countless others.
The colors of unity.
The colors of rule.
The boy descended the gangplank without fear.
Without hesitation.
Without lowering his gaze.
Every lord present understood the message immediately.
This was not merely a hostage.
This was an heir.
The heir.
The son of Queen Blood.
The future claimant to all Dragonkind.
Nyssara Veyn smiled faintly.
"The Young Dragon comes willingly into your care."
The boy said nothing.
His eyes moved across the gathered northerners.
Measuring. Remembering.
As though he were already judging the kingdom he would one day inherit - or conquer.
"The Treaty requires a ward," the Oracle continued softly.
"Queen Blood offers her son."
Even the northern lords seemed unsettled by that.
Hostages were common. Children of lesser nobles. Cousins. Nephews. Distant heirs.
Not this.
Never this.
The Blind Oracle rested her hand upon the young prince's shoulder.
"Guard him well."
The words sounded almost kind.
Almost.
Then her voice dropped low enough that only the nearest nobles heard.
"For one day, every dragon banner may gather beneath his wings."
No one replied.
The wind howled across the harbor.
The gold had been delivered.
The prisoners surrendered.
The heir handed over.
Every obligation fulfilled.
Yet as the black ship departed beneath its crimson sails, many in the True North found themselves wondering whether they had just secured peace...
...or witnessed the opening move of a far greater game.

OOC: This was supposed to happen last week, but I was busy in RL.

Ashada riders of the brine horn legion return at last to the Capitol, who knows what or who they have discovered..

Following the agreement made between King Eirik and Sturgia, Anvard convenes a council of war to decide whom is best fit to represent Anvard in this messy battle. Champions from every house great and small decend on Stormweald hold to vye for the honor of fighting alongside their king. Ultimately only 25 will be allowed to fight with him. These are the ones who are selected...

5 rangers of the Grimwood, carrying great longbows, considered to be amongst the best archers in all of Rutland. (Note the longbow piece is different than the normal bow)

17 knights from the various houses of Anvard

1 Viking chief (lately arrived from battle with the former king Sigismund)

High King Eirik and his shield maiden wife, queen Runa, who would not be convinced to not fight by his side.

My fellow lords and ladies, welcome back to day 3 of the Tourney upon the Honeywyne Meadow! With the conclusion of Round 2, tensions flared as controversies grew within the tourney grounds. 

After the first match of the quarter-final round, Duke Richard of Braccenfoot accused Prince Hadrian of foul play, stating that Lord Greenhill’s horse was targeted in the competition. Prince Hadrian and his party disputed the accusations, claiming that Prince Hadrian “the Gentle” would never target another’s steed, leading to their complaint that Duke Richard was instigating a defamation case of Prince Hadrian’s character.

I, Ser Devin Reed, as both officiant and host, have concluded that Prince Hadrian shall move on to the semi-finals. Based on discussions gathered from the very few witnesses who stepped forth, we have concluded that there is a lack of evidence to support Duke Richard’s claim. Both Duke Richard and Prince Hadrian received only one voice of support each, with Lord Oswell sharing his testimony in support of the Duke while Sir Philip von Rossenfels shared a short, anecdotal testimony of their experience with Lord Greenhill’s horse.

If more witnesses had stepped forward, perhaps the result may have differed. That being said, the joust continues!

Here are the thrilling results of Round 3!

Sir Gerard of House Griffin defeated Prince Hadrian of the Kingdom of Yenvar. As if carrying the ill-will and justice-driven wishes of his Lord Oswell and of Duke Richard of Braccenfoot, Sir Gerard rode fiercely in his match, crushing Prince Hadrian’s shield and toppling him from his horse. Prince Hadrian had put up a skillful first couple of rounds, but could not withstand the sheer power of Sir Gerard’s lance.

The Mystery Knight defeated Kjell Darkcurrent of the Krakenclan! The Krakens can stand proud after their tourney involvement comes to an end. The Mystery night and Kjell Darkcurrent each rode fiercely, breaking a lance a piece midway through the joust. It was finally when the Mystery Knight found an opening that they pierced the side of Kjell Darkcurrent, rendering his opponent ineffective for the continuation of the match. 

Moving on to the finals, Sir Gerard of House Griffin shall be riding against The Mystery Knight!

And the question remains... Who could The Mystery Knight be?

25 men against your 25 men, A Prince Against a King.

What you have done to my father any my Grandfather won't be forgotten I challange you to a death battle, everything ends here.

I gathered 25 men, 5 elite crossbowmen, the best Crossbowmen Sturgia has, 5 heavily armored Demons with Spears longer than your Lifespan King Eirik💀

5 khuzaits with Shields, warriors you don't want to encounter on battlefield, 5 Sturgian Knights the best of Sturgian Army, and then Me the Prince of Sturgia accompanied with 2 heavy units with horns and my 2 warrior friends, both Lords who can afford the best armor in the realm.

ooc: https://www.reddit.com/r/Lego\_Minifigure\_Realm/s/DEwsY2KhRb

Here is some lore on the Prince and also i will pick location of the battle in comments.

Word spreads that an upstart seeks to attack our colony in Bjorsland, it is sad that blood will already be spilt on this new continent... I supposed some things never change. However with high king Eirik busy preparing for the duel with the king of Sturgia it falls to the younger Brother prince Rollo to defend the realm from invaders and barbarians.

He summons the several of the Anvardian houses to answer their oaths... Various smaller nobles and knights are listed as well as his personal guard the order of the cross, the royal guard (crown knights), the house of the golden lion, house of the dragon, house of the scorpion. In all numbering in excess of 250 men, the final tally hasn't come in yet however.

In an effort to keep control of Bjorsland, a unit of soldiers was sent to the Anvar monks in Orsca. They went with the goal to tackle the people and land as hostages so they made trade their safety for Bjorsland

Though we greatly appreciate the hospitality of the Iron Legion, I nevertheless must continue on my journey to the Jorronplain. Due to the mysteries surrounding Old Rutland, we have decided to avoid it altogether and instead journey through Dakathor. We intend to meet with the Diarchy of Dakathor and perhaps foster some kind of relation.

-Dracus, wizard of Lionne

5 war ships go east. No additional words needed.

General Blood Eye of the Blood Dragons

Here is the agreement between the Kraken Clan and the Dwarves regarding the use of the mines in Panakor: https://www.reddit.com/r/Lego\_Minifigure\_Realm/s/qEu8fmc2nf

The dwarves of the Iron Legion stood silently around the Hungering Stone. THey finally found it.
Even through thick gloves and layers of cloth, they could feel its presence. It seemed to pulse with an unnatural power, radiating an ancient force that made even seasoned veterans uneasy. The guild masters quickly came to the same conclusion: whatever this artifact was, it was too important,and too dangerous, to surrender before its secrets had been uncovered.
The decision was made.
The stone would not be delivered to the Krakens.
Instead, the dwarves concealed it within a heavy iron chest. Runesmiths carved ancient dwarven wards into every surface, hiding the artifact's presence and sealing away as much of its influence as possible. Once their work was complete, the chest was loaded among the expedition's cargo.
When the mining expedition arrived at the harbor of the Kraken Clan to depart Panakor, Kraken soldiers were already waiting on the docks. As agreed, they inspected the cargo and collected their five percent share of the expedition's findings.
One of the Kraken warriors stepped forward.
"And the stone?" he asked. "Was it found?"
The dwarves remained calm.
"No such stone was discovered," replied the expedition leader.
The soldiers searched the cargo but found nothing unusual. The runes concealed the artifact well, and no evidence could be found to contradict the dwarves' claim.
Satisfied, or at least unable to prove otherwise, the Kraken soldiers eventually allowed the vessel to leave.
As the ship pulled away from the harbor and headed northwest toward the Houndlands, the dwarves remained watchful.
Hidden deep within its runic prison, the Hungering Stone made its journey with them.
And with every mile that carried it farther from the mountain that had once contained it, its ancient influence quietly spread across Rutland.

Lore Note: The events described in this story were developed collaboratively by me and u/bread0407 through private messages before being recorded here as part of Rutland’s history.

OOC: I recently shared this for fun with members of the True North to give a visual about how some of their houses are connected via marriage to the royal house of the Knights of the Hart.

This is meant to be less of a lore drop for the community and more so an informative post for our new members to illustrate how marriage can be a fun/important element in the game to create alliances/connections with other players.

This family tree shows how the Knights of the Hart are united with the Falcons, House Griffin, and the Horse Knights, which explains a lot about how I play the game and interact with those houses now.

One tip: this didn't happen overnight either (across 3 months of playing) so don't go and try to create as many marriage alliances as you can in the next few days! 😅

To all the Lords and ladies of the realm of Rutland I must tell you a unacceptable event had occurred during the second round of the jousting tournament Lord Wyatt Greenhill faced off against Prince Hadrian and during their bout, the young prince targeted Lord Greenhill horse, which I believe most of us can see as a great insult, and now instead of taking responsibility for this shameful act now and prince’s father is t trying to paint Lord Greenhill as a villain planning to act of evil and and I will not tolerate any bad mouthing of my Banner men .

Travelers crossing the desert regions of Uractar will tell you about cursed patches of sand that swallowed the unwary. Most believed them to be pockets of quicksand. The truth was far worse.

Beneath the desert lived an ancient creature known only as Maw Sand.

Its trap was simple. A traveler would step onto what appeared to be ordinary sand and begin to sink. The more they struggled, the faster the ground consumed them. Within minutes they vanished beneath, leaving no trace behind.

Most assumed the victims died quickly.

They did not.

Deep within the creature's vast body, digestion took years, sometimes centuries. Flesh did not dissolve. Instead, it merged. Men, women, beasts, and monsters slowly fused together into grotesque masses of living tissue. A hunter's arm might become joined to a wolf's body. A giant's skull could emerge from the chest of a long-dead merchant.

Yet the horror of the Maw Sand was not physical.

Every creature consumed remained conscious.

As their bodies melded together, so too did their minds. Memories drifted between victims like smoke. Thoughts appeared that were not their own. A child could suddenly remember fighting in a war that ended hundreds of years ago. A knight might experience the fear of a rabbit fleeing a predator.

Over time, identities began to erode.

One voice would think, "I am Eldric."

Another would answer, "No, I am Eldric."

Eventually neither could remember who Eldric had been.

Within the darkness, thousands of minds churned together, sharing memories, fears, and dreams. No one knew where one consciousness ended and another began.

Some desert wanderers claim that on quiet nights, voices can be heard beneath the sands. Not screams, but whispers.

And if one listens carefully, they all seem to be saying the same thing:

"You are already part of us."

Welcome back to the exciting tourney upon the Honeywyne Meadow! The festivities have continued through our second day of the joust. Here are the exciting results of round 2!

Round 2: 

Prince Hadrian of the Kingdom of Yenvar defeated Wyatt Greenhill of Braccenfoot! Although highly debatable, Prince Hadrian “accidentally” targeted Wyatt Greenhill’s horse, dismounting him instantly as the poor beast, impaled with a lance, crumpled to the floor. 

Sir Gerard of House Griffin defeated Sir Colville of Westeria! Sir Gerard the juggernaut was too big of a force for Sir Colville. So much so that he could not damage the griffin, ultimately taking a hit in the shoulder that ended the match.

Kjell Darkcurrent of the Krakenclan defeated Philip the Younger! The Krakens continue their strong showing at the tournament as Kjell masterfully disarmed Philip the Younger a few minutes into the fight, earning a clean victory.

And lastly,

The Mystery Knight defeated Sir Andrew Castille of House Saint-Cyr! There is not much to say except brute force. This Mystery Knight dismounted a master rider, snapping his lance in the process. Thankfully, Sir Andrew left relatively unscathed. But murmurs in the crowd have begun asking, “who is this mystery knight?”

Many have thrown out their guesses, wondering who the knight may be.

“Could it be, his majesty the Jorronking?”

“No you fool, the Jorronking is there in the stands”

“What about General Broadwans? Has he returned to Rutland?”

“Definitely not. Ol’ Broadwans was not much of a rider as far as I know.”

“I bet it’s Manfred the Necromancer, who’s come back for revenge!”

“I think it’s Lord Falcon himself! I heard he loves a good display of bravado!”

"Could it be King Magnus of the Holy Order?"

"Lad, now you're just throwing out names!"

Moving on to the semi-finals, our matchups are as follows:

The vicious Prince Hadrian shall be taking on the stalwart Sir Gerard! This shall be quite a heavyweight matchup between to master riders.

The imposing Kjell Darkcurrent shall be taking on the brutal Mystery Knight! Who shall win in this must-see showdown?!

The yellow outlined lands are claimed by the Anvardian empire.

King Sigismund Together with His Father King Thorkell will be remembered as Brave Heroes of the Sturgian people.

Many Hearts in Devils Coals were shattered by the News of Sigismunds death after Kingdom of Anvard attacked his Diplomatic mission.

His younger years weren't as great as other royals, he lost his land, his mother and his father when Kingdom of Anvard invaded The Yaccad, he was send to a dungeon and after years he came back and established a Kingdom and a family.

He died bravely and sacrificed himself to save his soldiers and mainly his Family, he was a Man who didn't hesitate to save his children and for this Reason we shall not be sad for his death but happy he lived and shared great memories with us.

Now the Southern Alliance has a message:

A holy crusade of vengeance. Blood shall flow, souls shall be reaped, and the dead fed to the orcs, while their bones are raised anew.

Our quarrels are only with Anvard the KingSlayer and attacker of Peace.

Our Goals are Punishment not annihilation, and for those who considers to help the disruptor of peace think Again.

The elite Black Cloaks have begun creating a beach head on Hansk. Veterans of foreign wars, these are the fiercest knights in the Grüner Bär army. Known for wearing a black cloak and plume, they are easy to identify. While some look down on them because of not having the horsemanship skills of their paladin knight brothers, that just gives them a chip on their shoulder.

The larger ships stay in the bay between Hansk and the Isle of Everautumn. They are ready to come to the aid of their lord's troops, the Knights of the Hart, or their fellow bannermen's troops, the Gaurdians of the Wildward.