July 27th, 2020
One common Obrexian tradition that spans the entire length of the country, from Hawk's Landing up to the Lian Clan holdings is to be kind to strangers. It isn't uncommon for someone of great means to not show it, and the general belief that the more kindness in the world the better. This does not extend to those that are known and notorious freeloaders, but if you need a bed for the night, or a meal or two, most are willing to provide it free of charge. This has largely cropped up as a tradition across Obrexia since around 900 FC, but it is still going strong today with no signs of stopping.

(Semi-living post/jumping off point)
By spring of the year 56 SC, diplomats have been spread across a good portion of the known world. They all arrive bringing great gifts, composed of fine wines and quality quilts. Gifts brought to help pave the way for future diplomatic negotiations, as some set sail quicker than others, to arrive at roughly the same time the world around.

Some ships more beleaguered than others, arrive in the realms of Domoutso, Kisaevin, Martoise, Teltebhann, Anaetyr, Bryborough, Inoa Ranas, and Coghan. Some of these realms, such as Bryborough and Coghan had been heard of, but diplomats and merchants had likely never encountered them, but they came prepared, with multiple methods of communication, as well as any interpreters that could be found along the way.

All come bearing a treaty, one to clear out the Black Fog pirate scourge the world around. Many realms, such as Helios in the west, were generally thought to be too far to bring any naval forces to bear, and other realms such as Ornthas were seen as falling to infighting in recent years, and were thought unready to step onto the world stage to help with problems at large.

The treaty is outlined thusly:

Greetings, Rulers of your respective realms, I, Bryson Hawkson, Ruler of Obrexia, have seen in the world at large a threat to us all. I would request your aid in securing our waters, for the purposes of trade, as well as to eradicate this threat once and for all. I have been in office a long time, and I think I have many years left in me, but most of the navy have not faced these before, as many of those veterans have retired since the first arrival of the this scourge.

I would seek your cooperation, as well as safe harbours to buy supplies as well as receive repairs, and would offer the same in turn. I am willing to put forth considerable portions of my own naval forces, a good half of what is available to help fight, and I am more than understanding if you are not able to do so. If you are lacking in naval assets, all I ask is for our ships to be able to dock within your harbours.

Furthermore, I would hope to open lines of protected trade, between our realms of Obrexia, Domoutso, Kisaevin, Martoise, Teltebhann, Anaetyr, Bryborough, Inoa Ranas, and Coghan. If this is not possible at the current point in time, I would understand, but I think it would be beneficial to us all to promote trade between our great realms, so that we may prosper together.

I think it fair to extend the offer to all realms with ports upon our fair seas, and should others that you know wish to join, I think it fair to send a ship to all of our realms, outlining that they will follow this treaty, before receiving the benefits therein.

I would coin the name the Coalition of the Azure Hunt, as we attempt to hunt these dastardly pirates into extinction. I hope that you join me in this endeavor, as well as enjoy the gifts that I have ordered be sent, along with the messengers and diplomats.

July 14th, 2020
The city of Hawk's Landing does not come from the current Ruler's title as The Hawk Druid, but rather from a more ancient Hawk Druid, also of mixed descent between the Daoine and the Obrex tribes. Leival Isle was settled many years ago, around 740 FC. The specific Hawk Druid that Hawk's Landing was named after was Albright Hawkson, and the current Ruler, Bryson Hawkson, took inspiration from the name before adopting the name Hawkson for himself. It has since become a tradition for all druids to take a kind of ancestral name of past druids of the same breed of animal, with many Deer druids taking on the last name Doe, and many wolf druids taking on the name Gealach.

The Hawk of Hawk's Landing with the cityscape behind it.

July 12th, 2020

News travels quite quickly across Obrexia due to the existence of a fairly large amount of messenger birds, usually hawks or kestrels trained to deliver messages to certain settlements before taking messages back to where they came from. This pattern is repeated, and thus word can spread faster than by land or sea would normally allow. Most messages have to be kept small, and nothing larger than a small stone can be sent, but many birds can be released with a chain of messages to get larger amounts of information across. This system has very little failure rate, as the birds usually only deviate for snacks mid-flight, and even then, not all of them do. There are not many natural predators to birds of prey in many parts of Obrexia, and thus the messages are safer than if left to a lesser type of bird.

I would say that first and foremost, we are a Minecraft worldbuilding server. I joined this community about 3 months prior to the fishening. I have had an amazing time, and I plan to stick with it. Meeting the basic requirements that we set for others to meet is not a hard goal in my opinion. We agreed to these numbers, as well as adding more stipulation when we first recognized the charter, all the way back in December of 2018. Specifically, we did not and are not invalidating the work that we have done previously. That was done by Cerdic. He blew up the server that we were all having a good time in. Literally hundreds of thousands of collective man-hours gone in an instant.

I heavily resent the blatant calling of what Drew is proposing as something that the previous dictator would do. I don't believe that he would have given a chance, nor that he would have put as much effort forward to get people to meet the requirements that we all agreed on. Why is it fair that new members have to put in more effort now to gain the benefits that you gained from the previous server, that had a lesser requirement? Why is it fair that people that are not actively participating in the worldbuilding aspect of the community that is built on Minecraft worldbuilding, get a say in how that worldbuilding is run?

I did not ask this to be brought up, but Alric saw what he recognized as a growing problem in the community, and to straight-up compare him to someone that flips the table when they don't get their way is just straight-up wrong. He is not trying to disqualify literally anyone that is still active. He wants more people to be active. He wants it to be that everyone that has a say is meeting all the requirements.

Something that was brought in voice is the fact that old work is currently seen as superior to new work. This is a problem in my eyes, and certainly not mine alone. I am more than willing to help in any way that is possible for me to do, I will repair your tools for you, gather materials for you, help in any manner that I can, just to make it so that we all meet these requirements. Alric has said that he will do much the same. I am sure that there are others that would do the best they can to help as well.

To address some of the things Ioka has said; If you just went and blew up something, we could do something about it; as said above, there are multiple people that are willing to assist others; if a new member of this server could come in, and do all that is needed in two months, I see literally zero reasons that even if you have been burnt out up till this point that you could not start tomorrow and reach the requirements well before the deadline. The deadline proposed isn't exactly soon. Alric is not proposing that we kick people out of the community, he is proposing that people that are actively working on the worldbuilding aspect of the community have the ability to vote.

We are a democracy that has limits on being able to vote. We should all meet the requirements that we set for joining us in being able to vote. I would not say that old work should be valued more than new work in our current worldbuilding project. I would not say that there is a precise way to do this. It should apply to everyone, as singling people out is what Cerdic did. The fishening was caused by us as a community not supporting that bullshit.

EVERYONE on the server should meet the requirements that we currently set. EVERYONE has a voice regardless of the vote.
EVERYONE should be treated equally and that includes the standards we set for being able to vote.

July 15th, 2020

One Daoine holiday that is celebrated is the Star Dance, initially, this was a celebration only for those that managed to bring in enough food to survive the winter, but as the Daoine have become more communal it has extended into a celebration for all. It starts with a feast as the sun goes down on the Autumnal Equinox, lasting well into the night with games and other activities. One such activity is to release a painted pig to chase through the underbrush, and once caught, the family that manages to get it keeps it for their own winter larder. Children are the main participants, but it is an open competition for all adolescents. Many adults also participate to make sure the children don't stray too far or are put in any danger, though they don't get to chase the pig specifically. They sometimes give hints as to where the pig has gone if the children are lost or looking in the wrong area. Another favourite activity is the titular one, being the Star Dance. This dance is performed around an upright pole, and ribbons are weaved together around the pole by the participants. The dance starts when the moon is directly overhead and is about welcoming the stars as the nights get longer from then on. There is a similar dance during the Vernal Equinox, but it is about welcoming the sun and saying goodbye to the stars for a time.

July 17th, 2020
Druids can occur anywhere in the world, so long as a parter animal has been steeped in magic, and the soul binding ritual occurs in a place of concentrated magic. (Summary of last night's lore discussion, use druids if you want, I am saying that there is no reason to not use them, and it would be cool, thanks.)

July 19th, 2020
Birthdays are generally celebrated during the new year, with all the people born in that year turning 1 as the new year comes, this leads to some being up to 13 months apart but still being the same age, but this is generally seen as fine. Many do not keep an accurate enough calendar to know their exact birthday, but more important figures do. Many places have smaller celebrations at the end of the month, as that is something that most can track rather easily, but for official censuses and contracts, ages are given as if their birthday was on the new year.

April 20th, 2021
Hawkson sat quietly in his office in his manor on Hawk’s Landing. There was much to be done, but of course there was never enough time to finish it all. His father’s passing had left many problems that needed to be ironed out before things could move forward, and while he was slowly chipping away at the mountain, it seemed like someone was dumping more and more atop it.

As with Uavi, Mansquid has been an outstanding member of Obrexia, bringing so much to the table, both in regards to lore as well as builds. He has done outstanding work in Hammerholme, and I really think that that level of building is something that most of us can aspire to. He has certainly proven himself worthy, in my eyes at the very least. His lore is longer form, but I don't think that should count against him. I wholeheartedly support his advancement to Baron, and like with Uavi, I will fistfight anyone who besmirches him.

Hawkson sat quietly in his office in his manor on Hawk’s Landing. There was much to be done, but of course there was never enough time to finish it all. His father’s passing had left many problems that needed to be ironed out before things could move forward, and while he was slowly chipping away at the mountain, it seemed like someone was dumping more and more atop it.

Silently, Caspian slipped into the room from his post by the door just outside. Taking a moment to fill out the last bit at the bottom of the page he was on, Hawkson then looked up with a single brow raised in question. Caspian cleared his throat a bit before saying, “Your grace, Merchant Lord Ajaxin is here to see you. I believe it is about the little council that we had been informed about before, but the Stailceoir haven’t had much time to dig in just yet.”

Caspian had been referring to the many missives that had been sent to him regarding the council that had been convened only a couple weeks prior. Most institutions in Obrexia moved at a snail’s pace compared to the Throne, as the Ruler there in had the ability to command work be done instantly, regardless of previous projects. His father had been a weak Ruler and had ceded much in the name of unity. Hawkson agreed that there would indeed be unity, under his own terms and no others. He was the Ruler, and while he would be kind to those that needed it, he would not hesitate to demolish those that dared to stand in his way.

Ajaxin, however, was a thorn in his side, a pebble in his shoe rather, something that required little time and effort to remove, but was annoying none the less. This particular pebble had to be dealt with in such a way that didn’t encourage dozens of other pebbles to jump into his boots, just because they could. With a hand pressed to the bridge of his nose, and an audible sigh escaping his lips, Hawkson said, “See him in, but let it take a few minutes. He has no power here, and he needs to be reminded of that. Please also see some refreshments are brought up right past him, only one cup though.”

Caspian, while amused, had a slightly concerned look on his face, saying “Are you sure it is wise to so blatantly antagonize him, your grace? He can cause widescale economic disruption, even if it would cost him greatly to do so.” Caspian held his Ruler in the highest esteems, as expected of the Stailceoir’s Voice, but that didn’t put him out of the way of reproach, especially when it was simply the two of them in private.

Hawkson gave a nod at that, saying “I am sure, Caspian. He will be incensed at this, and he will know it is intentional from the beginning. If anything, that will just make him angrier. Angry men act irrationally, and we will find his mistakes much easier. Please also send the order to get everything that we can, I wouldn’t put it past him to try and depose me, not that there would be peace afterwards, there is no Heir yet.” Caspian gave a quick nod, before setting out to perform the tasks set before him.

Roughly ten minutes later, a fuming Ajaxin was allowed into the office, having watched a platter being brought past him, and yet receiving nothing in turn. His first look in the office cemented this anger in his heart, well past where it had been upon his arrival today. He had hoped to bend this Ruler even tighter than his father, but it seemed that wasn’t to be. No, he would instead work towards a new goal, getting this boy off of the Throne.

Hawkson, to his credit, didn’t even look up from his paperwork. Simply saying “Sit,” as he continued to read, and sip at his tea. Ajaxin, though incensed, calmly sat in the chair, all the while declaiming expletives in his mind. It took another couple of minutes before Hawkson sat his current page aside, and asking “So, what do I have the pleasure of being disturbed about today, Ajaxin?”

The lack of any title was the single most annoying thing to Ajaxin yet today. He very nearly lost it, with his face turning a nice shade of red. The only thing that helped him hold onto the edge was that he knew this was a game being played, and that it was all entirely intentional. He took a calming breath, before saying, “The merchant council has decided that we will no longer be using many of your ports, for they lack what we need, and the taxes levied upon us are too great. We are open to negotiation, however. That must include that you cease your prodding of us refined and noble members.” He seemed to be picking up steam, getting his demands out on the table, and he continued with “And, you will personally present the dignity that we…”

Ajaxin was unable to continue, as Hawkson chose that point to interrupt, saying “No.”

This completely broke Ajaxin. He had the look of someone that took a face first tumble into a brick wall, the colour once more rising to his face, this time skipping straight past red and going to purple. He couldn’t stop himself this time from exclaiming aloud, “What do you mean no?! This isn’t up for debate, Hawkson. You will bow to us, or your nation will starve!”

Hawkson kept the calm look upon his face, though his eyes now had a certain predatory quality about them, coming awfully close to his namesake. He continued by saying, “I mean what I said, Ajaxin. No. You will gain no ground in this conversation, and you will not bend me a single degree. My father was a weak man, someone you wrung concessions out of, but you shall not do the same to me. Now, if there is nothing else, I have more important matters to attend to, like my lunch, or my meeting with Lady Darley, who is looking to broker a deal with the Throne for her wonderful wine.” Hawkson punctuated the line with a sip of his cup, as well as a bit of a bit of bread, that had been stacked with a bit of cheese and meat.

Ajaxin was speechless in his rage, having gone all but completely numb to the world. He managed to calmly stand, before walking out of the office, not once looking back.

High above the room, in the corner of a bookshelf, an actual Hawk’s gave never left the retreating man, but upon the door closing, shook her head. Hawkson could feel her mirth through their bond, giving her a smile from where he sat at his desk, saying, “Don’t worry Helena, this unpleasantness will be over soon. Care for some rabbit?” At that she swooped down, alighting upon his shoulder, and snatching the piece that he had been bringing to his own mouth, before gobbling it down whole. Hawkson just shook his head, before grabbing another slice for himself.

April 19th, 2021
Though it hadn’t been long since Hawkson had assumed the seat of the Rulership, they were making large waves throughout the realm. Sanctions on merchant houses, even those of the Merchant Lords wasn’t making him any friends and was in fact making him many enemies all around Obrexia. These people already had money of course, and they were used to the uncaring hand of his father.

Though it hadn’t been long since Hawkson had assumed the seat of the Rulership, they were making large waves throughout the realm. Sanctions on merchant houses, even those of the Merchant Lords wasn’t making him any friends and was in fact making him many enemies all around Obrexia. These people already had money of course, and they were used to the uncaring hand of his father.

They would not find this in Hawkson, ever. Though he loved his father, his style of governance was lackadaisical at best, and outright dangerous at worst. Hawkson wanted to step in and improve Obrexia, and not let it crumble into ruin, as it had been under his father, and his before him. That nepotism had festered within his line for many generations, being so close to the throne had corrupted their minds. Hawkson was of an entirely different disposition. His time spent fostering among the Daoine had shown him a different side to the world, and traveling through the settlements of the Artaire Forest had been eye-opening, especially as he did so in the garb of a traveler, and with only his familiar, Helena, at his side. What he found was poverty, and merchants and lords alike strangling the populace dry.

Thus, he set out to change things. The comet bringing about the great change that it heralded, but this change came from within, not without. Hawkson cracked down on the illegal activity of the Merchant Lords first, their political power bought instead of gained familial was an altogether easier target than the entrenched nobles.

Merchant Lord Ajaxin, leader of the Obrexian Merchant Council, head of the Merchants Guild, called their assembly to order with the bang of a gavel. He sat upon an embroidered chair, nicer than the rest, though this seems like it wasn’t for lack of trying on the parts of others. When he spoke, his great jowls bounced about the place, but not a single person present would dare to laugh. Once everyone had settled themselves, he said “This Merchant Council has been convened because this Hawkson overreaches! His father and I had agreements, and he is not upholding them.” Left unsaid was the mention that anything said to Hawkson was gratuitously marked up from where they had been under his father. “This is a disgrace to our esteemed selves, and I for one will not stand for it!”

This exclamation would resonate with some of the other minor lords and merchants in the chamber, but most of the other members of the high council were unfazed. Merchant Lord Sewel White was stirred into a great frenzy than he had been before, shouting “These Stailceoir cut into our operations! They stop the flow of coin and goods searching for ‘contraband’” taking the time to raise his fingers and air quoting the word contraband to show his emphasis. “It is only a few slaves here and there, and some other, substances, shall we say. What right does he have to hamper us so?”

One of the newer, younger, Merchant Lords named Farel Lond, chimed in next, “I wholeheartedly agree my Lords! There is a grave overreach occurring, and we must do our best to stop it!” He nodded to emphasize his point, but anyone looking closely enough would be more than able to see that he had lost of bit of his colour at the thought of opposing the highest power in the land, even if that power hadn’t been used to its full potential in the last few Rulers.

Merchant Lord Uriel Staph has no such problem expressing his worry, however, saying “Are you sure Lord Ajaxin? Must it come to this?” It came out as barely more than a whisper, for the man was a known coward, and the only reason he spoke out now was that poking the bear that was Lord Ajaxin was still a safer path than poking the dragon that was the Throne, and the Ruler that sits in it.

Merchant Lady Evaline Darley, not cowardly in the slightest, spoke up in support of Uriel, saying “For once, I agree with him. You must be crazy to take such an action to oppose the Ruler! We are the ones overstepping at this point, and you are insane for not seeing that. Hawkson seeks to expand his dominion, and you think we can even stand up to that for a minute?”

Her calm reasons seem to enrage Sewel even more, with him spitting out, “And why should we even listen to a wench like you, you didn’t get here of your own power!” The sexist remark souring Evaline’s face a bit, but she kept her composure in the face of the beast.

“I would like to know who in this room was able to get here of ‘their own power’. Not a single person in this room made it to this position without the help of their family. My father established the Darley Wine company, and even expanded into a second location before his passing, but I have turned those two locations into eight. I would like to see who in this room has quadrupled their business, because I know it is very few indeed, and you Sewel White, don’t even make that list.” Evaline finishes her wine in a single swig, before slapping it back down onto the table.

Ajaxin takes this moment to reassert his power over the conversation, saying “Now now, there is no need to fight amongst ourselves. We have a common enemy, and I shall brook no opposition to this matter. We will remove you should you continue to be in defiance, Lady Darley. Now, unto the…”

He is unable to finish his sentence before Evaline interrupts, saying “There will be no need to remove me, I recuse myself from this disaster of a council. I will make sure to buy up all of your failed ventures after this storm passes.” As she rises, an unassuming servant breaks away from the wall where he was standing, grabbing her coat before placing it upon her, and then rushing to open the doors of the hall.

Ajaxin just snorts, as if expecting this outcome, before continuing, saying “Now, the vote. All in favor?” All hands rise, though some noticeably more reluctant than others. Ajaxin’s grin grows as wide as a shark, as he says to himself, “Excellent…”

The discussion of this topic can be found here: https://forums.candarion.com/topic/1285/disable-enderman-griefing

April 18th, 2021
Many druidic circles can act as shelters for animals when disaster comes upon the region. The animals are then blessed and sent back out so that they can repopulate the area.

April 17th, 2021
Many Obrexian ships will often have ship animals, who are communally looked after, and used as a source of comfort and familiarity on long sea voyages. Wolfdogs, Hunting Hounds, and many varieties of cats are common in this position.

April 16th, 2021
Recently, there have been sightings of a cult, operating out of somewhere in the Artaire Forest.

I know this isn't required, but I would like to say that this has my full support. Uavi has been an excellent member of Obrexia, and has helped to create a great many things. I think there would be a lot missing if not for him, and it is better as a whole from him being here. He has exhibited a large amount of community involvement at least in Obrexia, helping and hanging out during most build days that I have held. He has been an outstanding member, and I just thought it would be helpful to make that known. Also I will fistfight anyone who besmirches his name.