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FULL NAME: Cidhan´Ra AGE: 25 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: (if any): Military METHOD OF CONTACT: (Discord name/Mcname) : jose_ar00 / MIO__CID

Somwehre in the frayed recesses of an abomination's mind, a friend weeps.

The Apparat wept, knowing that The Prince was one with his wretched father, his palm still bespeckled with dried blood. The Black Cardinal, he who rested in those profane heavens, welcomed the burning man to stand alongside him - the Left Hand.

Luis drew his brother aside, after delivering the invitation personally. "We could use a sit down and chat."

Perhaps, this is hell. Tchort wandered the putrid hallway, the silken, scarlet robe that once adorned his ravaged and scarred body in pride now completely ruined, devoid of its faux-divinity. His dirtied face ran red, two dark, scabbed spots where his eyes should be, a dried waterfall of blood running down his cheeks and neck, blending into cloth. His scarred hands ran across the pus-covered walls as he whispered his mantra without end. Your seat is stained my Lord, And your tears carmine red. A man is dead; a Prince is born, All men should die so a Court is born. All hail the King; A Prince of Nothing. Yilth’r Marog. His hands led him into an open room; a throne room, it would seem. He fell onto his knees with a weak thud, hands trailing across a damp, torn carpet that led further into the royal hall. Upon reaching what he deemed the throne, his frail figure rose, placing its’ mass upon the great stone chair. Within moments he saw once more; a sight without seeing, a vision without light. There he sat, atop a rotting chestnut chair, hands and feet nailed to the wood, yet he struggled not. The newly acquired vision led him to pace around the great hall, head frantically locking onto the nearby environment. With his feet he felt the ground, one not made of stone or plank, but gray ash and dead, wrinkled roots. His eyeless sight then trailed, seeking to find the source of such massive roots, yet they found nothing - nothing but a great, endless and dark void stretching in every direction. — The Prince was at peace, it seemed. A sigh of relief was given, as five figures then approached with a lazy step, each older and increasingly marred by scars than the one before it. Friederik, The Gelt, Horus, Ifan and Aesyr. The nailed man counted, each name spoken with a tremble, of both pleasure and terror. The figures stood a few feet before the chestnut chair, glancing at each other and sharing whispers, only occasionally shifting their gaze towards Tchort, as if with disgust and admiration. They walked onwards after a short while, each passing by the chair, stopping momentarily as family members would before the coffin of a loved one. Tchort tried to move as they passed out of his vision, yet the chair stood stalwart, intent on staying in place. Nothing would help him now. As he turned to face forwards, an antique closet appeared in front, where the five men once stood. He looked down at his body, and the nails that bound him to the chestnut prison were gone. He rose, shaking and trembling as if he had not stood in years. With slow, irregular steps he made his way towards the closet, opening it. The inside was empty, save for a human’s left ear and left hand, laying in a small puddle of blood on the bottom. He knelt, hesitating if the offerings were to be picked up or left alone in their rest. The Prince signed the Cross, and stood back up. With a slow, jerky motion the closet was shut, and he moved back to sit atop his throne. The closet then changed into a visibly older one, and as the Prince noticed, he tried to stand, yet his hands and feet were bound by nails once more. The closet opened without a sound, revealing a man standing inside; A malnourished, contorted figure caked in dried blood and vomit, a descendant’s entrails hanging around his neck like a noose. With a heavy step the figure left the inside of the closet, and the martyr noticed that the other was missing his left hand and ear. — Tchort inhaled as to speak, and the figure spoke alongside him, word for word. Perhaps, this is home. It was then that a great urge arose within the man, and he could feel it rising within the standing manifestation of the Larian Wretch as well. With a final weep, a final look around the endless void, the duo began to sing a prayer. Oh black bird, Sing me your song of sorrows. Cardinal! Cardinal of midnight soot! What do you spy at the bottom of the well? Tchort felt a fire igniting beneath the seat, slowly pecking at his cold feet, as if he was nothing but carrion left for vultures. His fingers began to elongate, skull cracking and growing a snout, legs forming an extra joint. I see a weeping devil damning hell, Dancing, Dancing with its ghosts in its watery halls. A primal hunger took control over his body, and he thrashed, his jaws snapping at the man who only stood and observed, cracking lips singing, as did Tchort’s, involuntarily. It’s shadows sold, It’s children drowned, And it’s God, ever smiling? The skin began to melt, that inkling of flame transforming into a great pyre with Tchort at its center; his malformed, charred carcass screaming the remaining words of the song. O, little devil, crying in the well. Why do you weep, O why do you weep? Little devil, dying in the well.

Father Ivan’s priest senses were tingling. “I sense a fellow brother of the cloth getting too lost in Ruthern sauce in the force…”

I love peasant RP. Nicolas Murietta loves his farm. He has no dreams of social mobility. All he knows is farm wheat, oversee cattle, and be happy

SEIZE THE MEANS OF TILE TAX

Esfir spits out her carrion. After recovering from her shock, a courier was quickly sent to deliver an RSVP, and another hunt for a splendid wedding gift began!

"That was...really quick. Good for you, Hermano." Nicolas said at the news of his older Brother's marriage. Nonetheless, he prepared his best outfit (His military uniform) and made plans to attend.

i just want to toil...

THE DILIGENCE OF MATRIMONY “Viva Hyspia” 10th of Laurelie’s Piety, 104 D.R “A piece depicting the Princess Santana and her bridesmaids teasing Señor Murietta for his wedding attire.” With this new generation quickly reaching adulthood, then begins the course of marriages and partnerships. Whether brought on by matters of the heart or of requirement, each union promises to be honorable and beneficial in the eyes of the houses and nations brought together. This day, the first of two unions to take place within La Dorada, Her Royal Highness, Santana Leya de Pelear is to wed Señor Luis Murietta. Two of equal diligence and duty, the pair hope to see their union blossom for the benefit of Hyspia. Event Itinerary The Wedding and Reception At the couple’s request, the wedding and following celebrations are to be kept small, to ensure ample time for the day's remaining festivities. The awaited wedding will then take place within the church of Blessed Francisco, joining the two in matrimony. Upon the end, a reception will be held within el Palacio de Girasol following the accompanying union of Her Royal Highness Renata and His Excellency Carlos. [Friday 31st, 2pm EST] Formal Invitations are Sent to: Her Highness, Ramona I, Sovereign of Hyspia and the citizens of Hyspia The House of Murietta The Viscomital House of Denodado The Baronial House of Halcourt The Baronial House of Salazar His Holiness Caius I, and the Church of Canon His Royal Majesty, Ivan VIII, and his Citizenry. His Apostolic Majesty, John I, and his Citizenry. Her Royal Majesty, Catherine I, and her Citizenry. Her Royal Majesty, Sybille I, and her Citizenry. Her Royal Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, and her Citizenry. Their Highnesses, Alfred I and Leon II, Princes in Reinmar and the citizens of Reinmar Personal Invitations are Sent to: Her Royal Highness, Renata Alba His Highness, Rafael Arsenico His Highness, Inigo Andres Her Highness, Solana Aracely The Most Honorable, Cosima Temesch Her Ladyship, Esfir Artemisia Amador Señor Nicolas Murietta Señora Gabriela Salazar Señor Alejandro Flores Señorita Ornella Roa Signed, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Santana Leya de Pelear Crown Princess of Hyspia, Duchess of Paraiso Señor Luis Murietta

A True Coronation The Coronation of Ramona I Issued by the Sovereign Crown 10th of Laurelie’s Piety, 104 D.R. THE ITINERARY In agreement with the Church’s standards, Ramona I shall be coronated once more as deemed by the Pontiff. After the initial ceremony, a ball shall be held in the honor of the nation and to celebrate their esteemed monarch. Friday, May 31st @5:30 EST -5:30 EST, Coronation of the Sovereign Ramona I of Hyspia -Following with a late eve’s ball to celebrate the nation and its growth. Formal Invitations Are Extended To: His Holiness Caius I, and the Church of Canon His Royal Majesty, Ivan VIII, and his Citizenry. His Apostolic Majesty, John I, and his Citizenry. Her Royal Majesty, Catherine I, and her Citizenry. Her Royal Majesty, Sybille I, and her Citizenry. Her Royal Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë, and her Citizenry. Their Highnesses, Alfred I and Leon II, Princes in Reinmar and the citizens of Reinmar Signed, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Ramona de Pelear, Sovereign of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Baroness of Arenisca, Del’mar and Montenno, Lady of La Dorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Gran Maestress of El Orden de Francisco, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, Matriarch of House de Pelear HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Dimitri Otto of Korvia, Sovereign Prince-Consort of Hyspia, Duke-Consort of Pacazu, Baron-Consort of Arenisca and Del’mar, Lord of La Dorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Gran Maestre of El Orden de Francisco, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk

social mobility is real. people don't do peasant roleplay because most would rather do ballroom gossiping than farm roleplay (my P&P narrative arc is real). plus if you're cool people will give you things to do which probably aren't threshing weat, therefore you're no longer a peasant. I think we've struck a good balance currently where if people want to be nobles they almost always can be, and if people want to be peasants they always can be, rather than a situation where almost noone is a noble and having a title is massively gatekept. tldr people can do what they want and thats probably for the best

join the gunpill club and the proletariat (sanoist peasants) will rise after the great noble extinction

I invite you to live tax-free in the Hamlet of Enswerp. The floors are made of dirt, and the farm work is back breaking.

literally some of the most fun i’ve ever had on this server was running around Oren as a deaf street rat she pissed off the nobles and it was great Go run around and be a street rat, my loves

Get some like-minded people and make a humble farming community. Nothing will go wrong.

ROYAL LETTERS FOR THE VISCOUNTY OF KRUSEV KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM Issued by the CROWN On this 9th day of Joma ag Umund of 531 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG ELDERVIK, THE HOUSE OF KORTREVICH IN THE PAST CENTURY HAS SUFFERED DIFFICULTIES AND TROUBLES. Under the reign of Aleksandr II, may he rest in peace, the House was stripped of its greater titles and given opportunity to restore their honours. Now, during our reign, the House of Kortrevich has shown itself admirably, endeavouring to right the failings of their predecessors; the family has loyally served their King, and acquitted themselves honourably. Mention ought, too, be made of the Late Ser Leonid d’Arkent-Kortrevich, who served the realm loyally as Lord Marshal of Our Realm, and as an honourable Knight of the Crow until his unfortunate demise. His service to his family and to Crown both have been duly noted, as has that of the promising heirs and household. By these virtues, the Crown does elevate and enfeoff the Viscounty of Krusev to the House of Kortrevich, and do elevate their Patriarch, Baron Erik Kortrevich, to be Viscount of Krusev. With such, the Crown vests its hopes in Kortrevich’s continued recovery, and that they shall do much good for the Realm with this title, and the rights afforded thereafter. GODANI JEST WIELKI, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Ivan VIII, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Order of the Crow, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia, and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Markev, Nenzing, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Astfield, Buck, Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, and Rytsburg, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera. HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Nataliya of Ghaestenwald, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Order of the Crow, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, Protector and Lady of the Highlanders, etcetera.

Laurih’Valmiran Heial (Noble/Chosen Artisans) ilMaehr’sae Ilkun’ehya With Knowledge and Steel Table of Contents Purpose Leadership Branches Purpose The Artisan’s Guild was established, its primary purpose is to aid in the growth of the nation, but equal to that purpose - its desire to assist Artisans with permission from the resigning royarch, Illthrak Ibarellan. As such its primary purpose is to aid in the growth of the nation, but equal to that purpose - is its desire to assist Artisans and Magi who serve the guild are there for not only themselves but the community for any sale made under the guild - its people. Artisan’s and Magi who serve the guild are there for not only themselves but the community, for any sale made under the guild - it must be reported to Aiyeis Acal’Turrii so that she can record such for future rewards. Leadership Head of Guild Aiyeis Acal’Turrii Regent Head in case of Absence Midas Von Acal’Turrii, Ac’Sullii Acal’Turrii Current Heir Ac’Sullii Acal’Turrii Head of Magi Lawrintithius, Aiyeis Acal’Turrii, Midas Von Acal’Turrii Head of Coin Siobhan Branches Those who wish to sell their craft through the guild should be aware of the various roles they take and may apprentice for. From Artisans to Magi, the guild is home to all crafts. Artisans A broad term to cover all bases - the guild’s main purpose is to aid all who sell the fruit of their labor. Whether that be a writer's poetry, a musician's melody, an artisan's canvas, or an architect's structure, all may come for a chance of respite with the guild. Each member - depending upon their craft(s); will be gifted a pin to wear at events to show their crafts and whether they seem apprentices. Magi As the Magi aided in the guild's formation, The 'aheral Aiyeis Acal'Turrii formed a sub-division led by Lawrintithius. Joining the Guild If any prospective artisan is seeking to join the guild, they may send word to Aiyeis Acal’Turrii by bird, or by visiting the guild hall in Celia’nor. It will be by the apple orchards.

^ This actually is pretty factual, though maybe its not the best comparison. I still remember when we made a mundane average joe farmer, into a dope undead Darkstalker Knight. @flexMate

i know this is a joke post but i actually think one of the reasons there aren't a lot of peasant characters is because in a lot of places being involved and active in the community will get you nicely promoted, so a lot of people who start out as average joes but hang around and participate a lot get offered stuff like leadership opportunities and upward social movement, leading to them not being average joe peasants anymore. or at the very least, this is what i've seen happen to a lot of characters where i play, as well as basically what happened to myself. imo this is a good thing! it leaves an unrealistic gap in the social ladder sure, but it helps people get broadened RP opportunities on the flip side

nones stopping you from playing a dumb peasant buddy