In trying to fit my character's background (an ardent worshipper of the god of war and rulership), I decided to start taking all the Elf lands around me. I noticed I could also ask people to be part of my hold as hearthpeople and such, and so I decided to be as cruel as possible. I waltzed into an elf treehouse, claimed it as mine, then the following transpired:
The Elf Bowyer stands up.
Elf Bowyer (to Elf Bowyer): The weather looks to be fine today. It is cold.
Elf Bowyer (to Elf Bowyer): Goodbye.
The Elf Bowyer stands up.
You: I'm in charge of Cattempest now. Make way for lord Lurit Bedstuck the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes and The Tactical Group!
Elf Child: That is terrible.
Elf Bowyer: That is terrible.
Elf Bowyer: I don't care one way or another.
Elf Bowyer: Just now, Lurit Bedstuck the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes claimed Cattempest in the name of The Tactical Group.
The Elf stands up.
The Spearman stands up.
The Elf Bowyer stands up.
Elf: Is this an attack? What's going on?!
Mim Demam s, Spearman: A few minutes ago, Lurit Bedstuck the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes claimed Cattempest in the name of The Tactical Group.
The Spearman stands up.
You: That's terrific!
You: I would be honored if you would become a hearthperson. Will you have me as lord?
Mim Demam s, Spearman: I cannot accept this honor. I am sorry.
You: Greetings. My name is Lurit Bedstuck the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes. This servant of rulership greets you.
Nithe Iciteiwo, Elf Child: Hello, human. I am Nithe Famousmaws.
You: I would be honored if you would become a hearthperson. Will you have me as lord?
Nithe Iciteiwo, Elf Child: I cannot accept this honor. I am sorry.
You slash The Elf Child in the lower body with your iron long sword, tearing apart the muscle through the small hemp plant fiber cloak and spilling his guts!
An artery has been opened by the attack!
Mim Demam s, Spearman: I have a part in this. This might require an answer.
You slash The Elf Child in the neck with your iron long sword, tearing apart the fat through the small hemp plant fiber cloak!
The iron long sword has lodged firmly in the wound!
The Spearman punches The Elf Child in the neck from the side with her right hand, bruising the fat through the small hemp plant fiber cloak!
The Spearman stabs The Elf Child in the upper body from the side with her iron spear, tearing the muscle, shattering the right false ribs and tearing the left lung through the small hemp plant fiber cloak!
A tendon in the right false ribs has been torn!
The Elf Child is having trouble breathing!
The iron spear has lodged firmly in the wound!
The Elf Child gives in to pain.
The Elf Child falls over.
You maintain possession of the iron long sword.
Tirin Sporrorith, Spearman: I have a part in this. I will have my revenge.
The Spearman stabs The Elf Child in the head with her iron spear, tearing the muscle and fracturing the skull through the small cotton plant fiber hood!
A tendon in the skull has been torn!
Elf Bowyer: I cannot just stand by. There is no need to feel vengeful.
The Elf Child loses hold of the small cotton plant fiber hood.
The Elf Child loses hold of the small ramie plant fiber cap.
You stab The Elf Child in the head with your iron long sword and the severed part sails off in an arc!
Nithe Iciteiwo, Elf Child has been struck down.
Elf Bowyer: Has the tide turned? I laugh in the face of death!
Tirin Sporrorith, Spearman: Death... This is truly horrifying.
Mim Demam s, Spearman: Death... The horror...
Elf Bowyer: I can't believe Nithe Famousmaws is dead. Ah... uh...
Elf Bowyer: Death... This cannot horrify me.
Elf Bowyer: How fleeting life is... This doesn't scare me.
You: Greetings. My name is Lurit Bedstuck the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes. Life is, in a word, rulership.
Elf Bowyer: Nithe Famousmaws is really dead. Waaaaa...
Elf Bowyer: Nithe Famousmaws is really dead. I must let grief pass me by.
Vadane Itheralˇceyi, Elf Bowyer: Hello, human. I am Vadane Masterpetal. Let's not hurt anybody.
Elf Bowyer: Lurit Bedstuck the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes, slayer of Nithe Famousmaws. I'm a little angry.
You: I'm in charge of Cattempest now. Make way for lord Lurit Bedstuck the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes and The Tactical Group!
Vadane Itheralˇceyi, Elf Bowyer: Death is all around us. I am not upset by this.
Vadane Itheralˇceyi, Elf Bowyer: That is terrible.
You: That's terrific!
Vadane Itheralˇceyi, Elf Bowyer: I cannot just stand by. There is no need to feel vengeful.
You: I would be honored if you would become a hearthperson. Will you have me as lord?
Vadane Itheralˇceyi, Elf Bowyer: I cannot accept this honor. I am sorry.
You slash The Elf Bowyer in the neck with your iron long sword, tearing apart the fat through the small rope reed fiber cloak!
The iron long sword has lodged firmly in the wound!
You grab The Elf Bowyer by the neck with your iron shield!
Vadane Itheralˇceyi, Elf Bowyer: This is a fight! I laugh in the face of death!
You grab The Elf Bowyer by the neck with your right upper arm!
You release the grip of Your right upper arm from The Elf Bowyer's neck.
You maintain possession of the iron long sword.
Vadane Itheralˇceyi, Elf Bowyer: So easily broken... Begone fear!
You kick The Elf Bowyer in the neck with your left foot and the injured part explodes into gore!
The Elf Bowyer gives in to pain.
The Elf Bowyer loses hold of the small hemp plant fiber hood.
The Elf Bowyer loses hold of the small rope reed fiber cap.
You stab The Elf Bowyer in the head with your iron long sword and the severed part sails off in an arc!
Vadane Itheralˇceyi, Elf Bowyer has been struck down.
The Elf Clothier has become enraged!
Elf Bowyer: Death is all around us. This cannot horrify me.
Elf Bowyer: Lurit Bedstuck the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes, slayer of Vadane Masterpetal. I'm a little angry.
Elf Bowyer: Vadane Masterpetal is really dead. I must let grief pass me by.
Elf Clothier: Gruesome wounds! Begone fear!
You: Greetings. My name is Lurit Bedstuck the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes. Life is, in a word, rulership.
Elf Clothier: Gwargh!
You: You must yield!
Elf Clothier: You first, coward!
You: Greetings. My name is Lurit Bedstuck the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes. This servant of Tura Primereins greets you.
Elf Clothier: Gwargh!
You: I would be honored if you would become a hearthperson. Will you have me as lord?
Elf Clothier: Gladly. I will be your hearthperson, lord.
And so begins the tyrannical rule or Lurit Bedstruck, the Mellow Cavern of Pastimes!