SONS OF PERSUS

[Junar 808]

 

4th of Sun’s Smile, 1777

SONS OF PERSUS

 

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In the time of Pertinax rule, and for many years afterwards, the princedom of Pronce - the luxuriant retreat of gardens and palaces that served as a palatial retreat for many an aged Horen - had never been anything more important than a place of relaxation through antiquity. These clumsy deep-sea galleons of old, fitted in the sails of purple and black of their ancient ensigns, would lie becalmed, retreating for decades while the modern clippers of claimant empires forged ahead by flaps of their sales. The story goes that within the memory of the older of these late imperials, their ship was the pinnacle of Renatian engineering, the grand interior lauded to be fit for the emperor that used it for transport across the seas. The wide deck a semi-circular and unroofed temple to engineering and the sea alike, it would be outfitted with a retinue of soldiery. The only sign of that old imperial life upon the ship, visible from the dockside as it pulled into the great northern ports, was a stout purple-clad bureaucrat with his boot stood firm atop the bowsprit as if guiding the great vessel by the small turns of his head across the bay. The thick, elderly man, remained pompously communicative to the deckhands and pilot-captains that circled about the ship. Three envelopes, sealed with the purple stamp of that old empire, were raised high in his grip, a sprig of purpled antirrhinum pressed into the wax.

 

"These three gentlemen" He boomed with an antiquated opulence, "must be delivered this message. Under providence I am owed the privilege of not delivering them myself. And I-” he warbles on, his whiskers moving with the encouragement of a large sigh, tossing a sack of money into the hands of the nearest pilot, a grey-eyed mali’ker with his head shaved beyond a mohawked strip down the middle, who took to his tender with some haste to deliver the missive to the three dragonblooded recipients scattered across the land; Oliver Helane, Antonyus Helane and Junius Helane in turn. It was with an upright quietness that he took to his ship, heading out from the dockyard with equivocal haste to he had entered it, a small frown to his face in response to a gloomy thought or some unpleasant sensation that he could not put word nor name to. He never detached his eyes from either the sextant or the sea ahead, his fee paid and course set.

 

The letters were delivered within a week.

 

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To whom it may concern. 

 

After watching my brother, ‘Emperor’ Peter III, bite the bottom step of Rubern prior to having his head stomped upon repeatedly by the late Duke Godric - I took it upon myself to celebrate my brother’s death, unaware of his ability to somehow survive such a blow. 

 

During my celebrations, I toured Arcas and met many fair maiden - all of which birthed sons as a result of our encounter. I've never been adept with numbers, instead focusing my schooling on the true pursuits of men as soldiery and martial skills, but my approximation of sons birthed as a result of my celebratory tour is around 40,000. If this letter reaches the lands of Arcas, let it be known that these three of my legitimate, favored Sons are true Dragonsblood; and have my full permission to use the former family-name of ‘Horen’. 

 

I hope that many may join me in these distant lands in a not-so-distant time. 

 

Persus Helane

[helldiving 5793]

ANTONIVS MARTIVS VILAC SMILES THE SUN SMILE, THERE WERE TIMES WHERE GALLEONS WERE BROUGHT DOWN BY HIS REMARKABLE FLEET, YET FOR WHAT REASON WOULD HE BESTOW SUCH HATRED UPON HIS FAMILIARS, NAY THIS WAS TIME FOR REJOICE.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

“Those are rookie numbers,” said Emperor Charles Edward to his good friend and former Regent, Persus – nonetheless indulging in a high-five.

[TrendE 1347]

Persus laughed at Oren for a final time as he moved onto greater things elsewhere in a land far away; trusting that his sons shall put an end to the abominable, undead, Emperor once and for all.

 

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[Werew0lf 24181]

Oliver Helane, Horen by any right, was rather proud of the letter as it reached his halls. Reflecting that his father, busy in his retreat in the far lands, had not had time to deliver it directly. But it was a succinct narrative nonetheless. It had been communicated to him all he had needed; the son had been a victorious general, he had been assured, and could be expected to meet with his brothers at any time now. This news, as it would in any man, induced a vigour and new life to Oliver. He crept from his bed aside his wife Adrianne with little sound, taking little time to fetch up a coat and winter boots without waking the sleeping Ruric. He set out to rendezvous with his kindred.

[kipps 726]

Fahad gasped as he read the missive “40 thousand children... what a celebration”

[Zhikarta 4064]

An aged Knight, soon to pass from old age smiled, thinking back fondly of his time serving the Pertinaxi dynasty.

[frill 2277]

Fyrrathul reclines on his sun-lounger, briefly reaching upwards to adjust the parasol above. If he knew how to read this missive, it would not be news to him.

 

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[Cepheid 4304]

A soft sea breeze blew aboard the galleon of the Pertinaxi, an elderly Norlandic woman wondering what it would have been like if she had stayed and watched as the Marnan pretenders took over the place she called home. She wondered what it had been like if the Marnan pretenders had not torn down the walls of the palace and replaced it with hallowed lies over friendship and prosperity in the dissolved Kingdom of Renatus. Erika, a Ruric of Ash, knew that none of that mattered now, it had been too long for her to care, only caring now about living off the rest of her days at sea amongst her fellow friends. The only thing she cared about in the accursed lands of Arcas and the Orenian Empire was ensuring that her son’s Barthod’s line was seen as legitimate. And so, from the cabin of her ship, she wrote letters to be sent alongside the letters of her longtime Helane friend’s. 
 

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To Whom Questions My Kin,

It is my understanding that I must come out of hiding in case my family of blood questions the legitimacy of my line. Let it be known that I did not die outside the walls of Renatus as I had led everyone to believe, but started a family. It is of this that I produced a son whom has lived in hiding of his bloodline. Barthod  and his line are to be known as legitimate of my kin as I live out the rest of my days far from the hallowed lands of Arcas.

Erika Ash

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Adrianne Helane last of Barthod’s line,  shifted awake from the morning sunlight filtering in through the stained glass windows. The Ruric stretched out her limbs and rubbed her eyes in the morning light and realized that her husband was absent from their chambers. The young woman strolled along the wooden floorboards as the lumber occasionally creaked softly as she made her way towards the study to find a letter left in absence of the Horen. She’d give a soft chuckle as her gaze flitted over the contents of the letter from Persus and decided to simply go back to bed, knowing that all will be made right in the world during the trying times that were to come in Arcas.

[_Adzy 46]

Adzy would smile and nod as he prepares to go off to war

[markuhz 121]

Dubba picked his nose, reading the paper. ”Da mon be finally ‘ere mon!” the halfling grinned.

[Evonpire 2014]

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Aleksandr II, of Renault would sip tea from a Norlandic balcony – spitting it out dramatically “My Cousins? They’re calling themselves Horens, again? I thought we had moved past this! But I guess not, oh well. Can’t be worse then Cousin Pete’ anyways” The graying man would get up, making himself another of cup of tea as he continued to read the missive in its entirety, his gray eyes squinting as he read the missive “Well suppose it isn’t any of my business”. 
 

[MongolKhan 255]

Dimitri Stiboricz, Uncle to the late King of Haense, brother of the late Queen mother, first born son of Kazimar lazar Alimar smiled for his good friend as he sat within his halls. Ready to show his support when the time came. 

[PrincessSnowie 539]

The Old Widow squinted as she read the announcement, thinking about how they’re all connected again, before confusing herself as she simply stops.

“I knew that purple sky meant a Horen’s return...”

She’d say in a know-it-all manner before wandering off without a second thought of it.

[Askuzai 505]

42 minutes ago, dumbblondeelf said:

A soft sea breeze blew aboard the galleon of the Pertinaxi, an elderly Ruric woman wondering what it would have been like if she had stayed and watched as the Marnan pretenders took over the place she called home. She wondered what it had been like if the Marnan pretenders had not torn down the walls of the palace and replaced it with hallowed lies over friendship and prosperity in the dissolved Kingdom of Renatus. Erika Ruric knew that none of that mattered now, it had been too long for her to care, only caring now about living off the rest of her days at sea amongst her fellow friends. The only thing she cared about in the accursed lands of Arcas and the Orenian Empire was ensuring that her son’s Barthod Ruric’s line was secured and legitimized. And so, from the cabin of her ship, she wrote letters to be sent alongside the letters of her longtime Helane friend’s. 
 

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To Whom Questions My Kin,

It is my understanding that I must come out of hiding in case my family of blood questions the legitimacy of my line. Let it be known that I did not die outside the walls of Renatus as I had led everyone to believe, but started a family. It is of this that I produced a son whom has lived in hiding of his name, Ruric. Barthod Ruric and his line are to be known as legitimate as I live out the rest of my days far from the hallowed lands of Arcas.

Erika Ruric

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Adrianne Ruric, last of Barthod Ruric’s line,  shifted awake from the morning sunlight filtering in through the stained glass windows. The Ruric stretched out her limbs and rubbed her eyes in the morning light and realized that her husband was absent from their chambers. The young woman strolled along the wooden floorboards as the lumber occasionally creaked softly as she made her way towards the study to find a letter left in absence of the Horen. She’d give a soft chuckle as her gaze flitted over the contents of the letter from Persus and decided to simply go back to bed, knowing that all will be made right in the world during the trying times that were to come in Arcas.

[!]A letter comes quick quickly by way of messenger. They had come long and far to track down the source of the original note. 

“By your name I do suppose it suggests that you are a woman. If you were truly a Ruric, you’d know the old law well enough to know that the line of succession and the heralds blood does not pass down through female lineage. Staying in hiding and away from the current Norland has spelled complete and utter certain doom for the legitimacy of your claims. For the Rurikid Registrar was made some time ago during the late Duke Godric’s reign to keep track of who was left alive. All those who did not register themselves were declared Ashed. So I must refer to you as Erika Ash and your son as Barthod Ash. Simply said, The old and very well known fact that the lineage passes down through the men and the registrar’s existence makes your claims false. May the allfather forgive your deceit and lack of wisdom to learn the culture from which you claim to hail.”

-Chadmyr Edvardsson Ruric, Keeper of the Red Faith