The Imperial Hunting Society

[DahStalker 3692]

The Imperial Hunting Society

A group of Orenians after a long hunt. [After the Hunt, Nicolas Lancret. 1740.]

 

[!] Fliers are sent across Providence and other districts within Oren. 

 

The youthful Mr. John and Ms. Emerentia Kovachev would like to extend an invite to any interested participants to join the newfound Imperial Hunting Society. Founded within 1809 this group explores the more exotic and dangerous breed of animals that roam the realm of Almaris. Should you wish to join it is asked that you do acknowledge all members of the party are responsible for themselves and should know their limits when it comes to specific hunts. Should you be interested in joining it is requested you send a letter to Ms. Emerentia for further information regarding the group. 

 

[All letters should be sent on this forum post]

[zuziee 4004]

Maisie would excitedly sign herself up! Even though she sucked at hunting she still found it oddly thrilling. Penning a note;

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Dear Emerentia,

  I, Maisie d'Arkent, write on behalf of myself and Conrad de Falstaff. I am not an experienced hunter but he is and we would love to participate. I could learn more about hunting and how it all works, perhaps even ways to protect myself from future attacks. War's are brewing and I have never picked up a weapon in my life.

 

I hope to hear back from you soon!

Maisie d'Arkent

 

 

[Tiresiam 462]

"If you aren't hunting people I'm not interested, there is no better sport for those of true nobility than to track and slay their fellow man." spoke Robert de Bourdon with firm confirmation.

[CheekyNolan 5420]

Daniel de Falstaff dispatches a letter about membership.

 

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[Proddy 2415]

Recieving the flier whilst on a brisk eventing stroll through the streets of Providence, Robert Foltest the Baron Helvets ponders upon it deeply. Not averse to sampling a new pasttime, especially something as active and beneficial to his physical health as hunting, he swiftly pens a letter addressed to Emerentia Kovachev

 

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Miss Kovachev,

 

Though I cannot claim a great proficiency in killing animals or really, anything for that matter (though the temptation crests my mind with certain individuals, as macabre as such a thought may be), I do long again for the great outdoors and the fine country much as I savoured in my early youth in Owynsburg. Do keep me informed with the progress of this little club of yours - I am thoroughly intrigued, and would like to join with the first hunting party and "test my mettle", as it were.

 

Yours in trust,

TRH. Robert Foltest, Baron of Helvets

 

[Hephaestus 1326]

Through word of the grapevine, had it that, prospects of the refined art a hunting came about his, the Lord Vladislav Vimmark-Roussard, walk of life. Lo' and too behold, about the cosm that a conscience of the Raevir stirred and coagulated some in the coagulating and too ebbing for so thus endeavours on so a matter, for had the unlikely delusions of a faint smirk crossed in crass saunter, the man's svelte maw, as had thus crease and anathema to so tissue become tenfold, hence were fold about fold in skin and flesh, at either an end, that far man's quaint appraisal in pallid lips, that so blended per suit, the olive that he had taken on; sickly, plagued. Word of the grapevine, however were it that which came brief upon the slew of so other prospects, that a highborn, he quenched not by so the abase, most humble concupiscence in appetite to so respective that a physical pastimes.

Blotting about in certain sluices for calligraphy all so but immaculate in how so were it woven, ink blighted the theatre that so came to employ, the parchment hither the Vimmark lord, corresponding its requisite in disingenuous shows of wealth, for that a feather in quill that hither came to his assumption. Tittle after but the next, it were that which the Raev occurred upon the tell for so script and passage, had he hoped brand before, by will and wish of the very coulter of the tool he occupied. Though were it, indeed, one of ***** disposition, in for its quality that a being far too rushed along in so pace, way of bird came along, to which may it've wrought the letter, off and about –– and, it read as so followed:

 

"Vladislav Vimmark-Roussard, by the grace of God, Baron Ostromir Carrion of Woldzmir, Iosephus of Man, to venerable John, Lord of Kovachev;

to honourable Emerentia, Lady of Kovachev, his most kind greetings. Consider he beseeches thou, of what you owe to him, pay heed to his demands.

 

Right reverent, I recommend myself unto you, by way for which I may do so, most zealously so. For has so a missive, indeed, bestirred to so the theatre of my mind, the slighting likeness of intrigue. I may only so commend myself about so a guild, or society, in wishes to apply myself most humbly, and participate in that which it is, for to contribute any deal in.

Let thus missive serve brand and show, for that I have made my trivial mind up about so a subject, by my own very will.

 

God have you in governance. And we shall pray thereof for the preservation of your noble estate. Farewell, for in faith I trow ye' be well in bed.

In witness, I set my seal hereof, at Kremlin Anavet. Scribed the day of V, of Horen's Calling, MDCCCX.

Yours, Vladislav O. Vimmark-Roussard."

 

 

 

[VIROS 2915]

Josephine Augusta receives the letter in the morning brief, one of the few addressed to her by name rather than to the office of Civil Affairs. She ashes her cigarette and drafts a response.

 

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Emmy,

 

I cannot claim any particular talent for hunting, but I have watched father go hawking on several occasions. It seems a fine sport. I would be pleased to join your Imperial Hunting Society. Please keep in touch with details of your first meeting.

 

Yours,

Josie