farmerclown 3911 Popular Post Share Posted February 5, 2022 Spoiler A WISTFUL DEPARTURE 12th of Godfrey's Triumph, 1858 Spoiler The following section is RP flair and not to be metagamed, thank u :)) A moment of ponderance crossed over the foreign woman’s features as she gazed out the window of her Daelish home towards a sea which could not be seen beyond that of the static that obscured her view. It is there she remembered the times of before, times of her youth before the struggles of humanity pulled her undertow and began to wash her in the midst. It is there that she remembered what she did this all for… The running through the square with a youthful grin of ignorance crossed her countenance with the air tinged by the smell of burning corpses from Father Paul’s most recent purging of sin alongside a little Mareno boy who had long since forgotten her. The baptism of herself and eldest sister alongside Guiseppe Ashford de Bar within the Bastille as she was surrounded by those that had nurtured her into a woman of GOD. The moment when Olivier Laurene taught the young Basrid how to use the blade in secret from her oh so constantly worried father. Then, being whisked away from it all to Akritos to ensure she was raised away from such political turmoil by the nuns who taught her the scrolls… Then came the return, a still ever ignorant Vasileia who had hope that there was none corrupt so long as the scrolls were followed and the virtues were kept in line. Olivier Renault, who still cared for the people despite how the church made him out to be in his final years, had her summoned when he needed someone of scholarly expertise to manage his finances. A scholar and a poet at heart she was… Yet, she followed in her father’s footsteps without meaning to even do so, as a humble servitor within the walls of San Luciano. To do what was asked of her be it diplomacy, finances, hosting galas and balls, keeping the city she held dear to her heart at peace. The more she did for the government, the further she strayed from where her heart truly remained within her scholarly duties. It was the friends whom she made that kept her motivated for the future and ensured the sanctity of Savoy’s legacy. Nikita, who became a most loyal confidant with matters of courtly gossip. Catherine Johanna, a most kind soul of kindred thoughts and morals who remained a guide for each of her actions. Abbe Aubergine, who tended to continue to nurture her guidance on the faith. Valentino Gradic, a man who acted as a father to her until he became a father to her. Severinus, the one who taught her that love was not a sin but a virtue. Olivier Laurene, who allowed her to flourish where she was needed for the government. Lucien de Bar, a conversationalist for whenever she needed a hand to remain steady and a reminder of the heavens… The further she strayed from where her heart remained, the further her sight had failed her despite it being where she was needed most by both of those who led the people she adored. Sight, that was already a ticking time bomb, but so was the betrayal and chaos she constantly found herself in from her ignorance and hope for the world being a better place. It was then that she realized all she was fighting for was gone. The kindred souls that had brought her to where she was in that moment were gone. The people that once filled the city with hope and virtue before vagabonds and those that only care for power took over, were gone. San Luciano was lost, and the only thing that was left was the memories of those by her side. There was one thing left to do, the one thing she was good at her core, to put pen to paper and write. A MESSAGE TO HUMANITY; It is here, friends, enemies, and peers alike, that a departure must be made and the bloodshed must cease. A traitor I may be named, a sinner I may be named, a liar I may be named, yet the truth has been the only thought that has plagued my mind since the death of Princess Catherine. From the moment I had returned to San Luciano, the odds of the world were weighed and the scales were tipped. All that which I had accomplished had never been intended for myself. I wished to remain as a scholar and mathematician first and foremost; yet a politician is what I had become. Spending days and hours on end away from my passions of studying the celestial bodies and doing what was asked of me by both Oliviers, keeping Savoy out of a multitude of conflicts, keeping Savoy a place that was ever lively and full of excitement, keeping San Luciano the hub of the patron saint of change and enacting that change on humanity. The place that I loved dearly, the place which will forever remain a home in my heart is gone. The people that were the reason for keeping Savoy sanctified are gone, and the reasons for continuing to strive for peace and unity are gone. No blade was pulled from the side that supported the regency except in defense, no harm was intended or done upon the de Savoie line from the side of the regency. Yet, lies are all that are sown in the buzz of rumors and words uttered by those that would sooner corrupt the young Lucien so they may take power elsewhere. That is not something I may ever stand behind nor support. It is with all in my heart that I hope one day, Prince Lucien sees the truth in what I had told him, and it is with all in my heart that with this departure he still grows into the person that his mother wished him to be. Too many lives have been lost for a hopeless cause as sin has rotted away at the heart of the Savoyard spirit. It is with this in mind that we are to make a permanent departure from the Principality of Savoy. The people that now occupy the city are not those that we wish to remain associated with, yet they are ones we wish all the best in finding a better path than to turn to the blade and bloodshed in order to get what they desire. Let my mistakes in holding onto a vision and dream to aid the de Savoie in shepherding to humanity not be lost by those that wish to continue fighting for said dream. Humanity has splintered and fractured once more in this ever tumultuous cycle of conflict, and perhaps that might change in the future. However, that future is not yet here, despite all one might hope for it to be. The vision of hope and unity remains only at the heart of our leaders if they are the ones to strive to do different. It is with a heavy heart that a departure must be made with the failure to maintain unity amongst the people. IN NOMINE DEI, Humble Servitor of House Ashford de Savoie Spoiler OOC Note: ggwp. There’s some things you can’t fight, unfortunately. The RP I had while in Savoy was some of the most fun RP I have had in a long time. However, it’s time to move on to greener pastures and new adventures. Thanks for the ride and for everyone I’ve rp’d with while in Savoy. No hard feelings OOCly to anyone involved, after all it is just a block game. :)) 41 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TryaxReck 377 Share Posted February 5, 2022 Alec watches on with a heavy heart, having finally convinced the peasantry to lay down their arms and returns to their fields. He retired back to his humble little shack, hoping he didn't cause too much of a ruckus with all that shield banging he'd done. Ah well. At least he had his stew... The man hums a little Savoyard tune he picked up on the trek home, letting the scents of blood-lotus flow throughout his Dobrov abode. And so it goes. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caranthir_ 2088 Share Posted February 5, 2022 "So much potential. If only she hadn't committed treason against the crown." William Alstion tutted wistfully. 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ramon 3965 Share Posted February 5, 2022 "She is indeed a traitor, liar, and most definitely a sinner" Tylos II commented in response to an Acolyte who had come to read the message to him. "We shall pray that one day they might confess and repent" 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kiiwi 1441 Share Posted February 5, 2022 Somewhere within the deep forests of the land, Selvia de Orsella seemed to of been slowly becoming mad, blood staining her hands. The one thing keeping the woman somewhat human was the memory of little Vasileia running around during her time as Governess of Savoy. What a mischievous little girl she was. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jentos 6874 Share Posted February 5, 2022 "You are not the measure . . . The measure of all things." the monk murmured to the sea. Perhaps the realization would one day - one day crawl through the pits of Vasileia's mind. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Franczhiz 4053 Share Posted February 5, 2022 "NOOOOOOOOOOO" Shouted a caveman with Basridi roots.. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Barlaam 74 Share Posted February 5, 2022 (edited) Jurgen rests, wherever his God sent him, for better or for worse. Yet, of the few things he knew for certain, one was this: he had died defending Princess Catherine Barclay, and those that killed her were stranger Orenians. And indeed, many of those that had signed the Chancellor's declaration against the Prince, had been involved in a coup against the last Prince, which he himself had stopped. He had never asked for recognition, but the idea that he would be condemned for defending the Princess of his realm, and indeed somehow accused of murdering her (against all reason), by his own Chancellor... that would be beyond reason. And yet so it happened. He was accused of murdering the woman he died protecting, and his accuser lived even though she was executed. But at least now she, mayhaps, would **** off, and let his soul rest. Edited February 5, 2022 by Barlaam 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tiresiam 462 Share Posted February 5, 2022 (edited) Adrian Marcellus lamented the departure of his goodly cousin, a last keepsake beside Anastasios of his childhood companion Darius. All he wished in that moment upon reading of her demise was that he might have had greater opportunity to know her before the end. Though the time they spent together at Aster Hall too would serve as an unforgettable memento. He would see the young children she had left at court were in good hands, to be raised well. Something he had failed to do during his time in exile. Savoy was a second home to him; no longer though. With Catherine and Darius' daughter both gone this new nation was clearly no place for his budding family, nor for any reasonable soul. Spoiler 1 hour ago, Lionhz said: to the people who harassed her to PK, **** you. ^^^ This, it's disgusting for me when I see people pulling out the Undead blogposting on the forums. It's OOCly motivated PK peer pressure; plain and simple. Edited February 5, 2022 by Tiresiam 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kursion 309 Share Posted February 5, 2022 Xavier de Ascania would lament the departure, yet he'd happy that peace finnaly comes to Savoy "All this suffering could have been avoided" he'd claim OOC: Spoiler It was a really great roleplay experience, thank you <All> for this drama. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
valecu 2017 Share Posted February 5, 2022 Carolina's eyes flicked through the words, briskly considering. "You were great, Lady Chancellor..." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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