Shmeepicus

It was a cold night, colder than any Caspian d'Arkent had experienced in the past few years. He had heard talk of the battle that the Mali'fenn had endured a year or so before. Curious, the still young man made his way north, yet all was not as it seemed. He was caught off guard by a blisteringly cold, horrible blizzard, the snow covering the road within minutes and causing him to lose his way. Off the road, hundreds of meters beyond where he had planned to be was no good, especially not for someone who's in the midst of a blizzard and who's experience with the cold was next to null. A quick cold he caught, very quick indeed as he tried to keep himself warm beneath a sheepskin bedroll. The wool did not help him though, not in those temperatures. A day or so had past when the storm had finally subsided. The night was not favourable to him as the degrees dipped lower than they would have been during the day. He knew he had to turn back, he had so much to do, so much to yet live for. His daughter, Elaine, to be married in a Saint's Week. He stood, trying his darnedest to make it home and thankfully he did. Through the frost, the numbness, the pain in his extremities, he did make it home to Providence. It was, ironically enough, providence that he had believed allowed him to return home. --***-- Caspian sat in the front row as the Cardinal Providentia uttered the prayers that would wed his daughter with her soon-to-be husband. The vows were made and they were soon bound together. He smiled, coughing every so often as his family gazed at him with some concern. "I'm fine." He mumbled quietly, waving a hand dismissively, though he knew otherwise. He had struggled to breath these last few days and he could feel himself slowly withering away, becoming a shell of what he once was. He could no longer bear a blade at his side, and any who knew him well knew that him without a sword in it's sheath was not himself. He was a martial man, someone who thrived in combat. "Are you okay?" He knew that voice well. "Fret not, I'm fine. It isn't like my days on this realm are limited." He joked- but he knew he wasn't joking. Illness was not something to joke about. With that he answered little and returned home, trying to get some rest.. perhaps he could fight it off. --***-- A few days had passed and it only grew worse. Try as he may there was nothing he could do to remedy the infection. His breathing grew raspy and the cough more prominent. He knew there was no recovering from this. He recalled a lot of his history, what he had accomplished in his lifetime.. and he was satisfied with what he had. He knew his Grandfather, Peter, would be proud of him. He had numerous accolades under his belt, a Knight of the Order of the Lion, a bearer of the Sword of the Imperator, holder of a War Eagle. He was indeed proud with himself.. Though, admittedly, there were things he wished he had done better in. He wasn't a family man, he was often cold, blunt, short-sighted. He didn't think enough of those around him and there were times where he followed orders to a tee, despite what his conscience had said of it. He wasn't perfect, but Caspian thought that there was no such thing. You could do your best to be good, but there were times where you wouldn't be. He sighed as he laid in his bed, before slowly drifting back to sleep. That night he slept soundly. Something he hadn't done in some time. On the 14th of Owyn's Flame, in the year 1842, Caspian d'Arkent passed. His mind was at ease as he did, happy with what he had accomplished in his short time in the world, happy with his children, Elaine, Kathrina, Daniel... his wife, Anna. His twin sister, Maisie, his brother, Peter.. his nephews and nieces. He was content with what he had gotten to cherish before he joined his ancestors in the Seven Skies. His conscience was at rest, sometimes living was harder than dying, yet finally, after years of experiencing naught but violence and war, death and despair. He thought of Peter, his grandfather, he thought of his mother, his father, how he'd not done his best to see them- though his father wasn't great at it either. Yet he cherished the moments he had with them. He thought this all throughout a quick time, a flashback of all he had done during his short life.. but at the end, there was nothing but darkness.. and Caspian d'Arkent was at peace.

Was a pleasure working with ya, thanks for teaching me what you knew and being open to the many many questions I had- sad to see you go! o7

Caspian rose from his seat after hearing the news, moving towards the door. “I believe I owe an old friend a visit.” He uttered, allowing a quick prayer to escape his breath as he paced down the corridor of his home.

Caspian prays that Olivier sticks around, then praying for the late Queen.

Ivan blinked as he fondly remembered shooing the Goat off, rather than having it ridden off by the "editor" Franc-whatever her name was.

I have screenshots of the house if this does get accepted ^

Ivan trotted around the manor at Kositz, as well as the streets of Providence. It wasn't often that he had the chance to speak with his father, and when he did, they were often short, to-the-point conversations, usually about his many questions regarding the happenings of the world. He still wonders sometimes how it all worked, though he was getting older and learning. Whenever the family got together, he'd peer towards the door, hoping that either his mother or father would enter and surprise the lot of them. No such happening would ever occur, not now, not ten years from now, not ever.

IRP couriers? Kinda based. As long as there is a mechanic to replace it I see no issue with the removal of birds. Aviary plug-in would be cool to see as well but alas I do not know the feasibility of such a thing.

Erilian sat still before hearing the thunderous crash of rock into rock from the East. “Well- I hope my horses are okay.” He mumbled, wondering if any of those who had committed this deed had thought of the ramifications a good hundred- if not a thousand- tons of earth colliding into the ground would have upon the whole of the continent, comparing it to the harm the tear was causing a few hundred meters in any direction.

II.I. NAME: Caspian d'Arkent II.II. RACE: Heartlander II.III. DATE OF BIRTH: 1792 II.IV. DO YOU AGREE WITH THE ‘CODEX OF MEMBERSHIP (Y/N): Y II.V. CITIZEN OF THE EMPIRE (Y/N): Y II.VI. REASON OF APPLICATION TO THE UNION: I've been looking for political parties to join and perhaps- even run with. The Adrianite Party holds many policies and such that I agree with, many of which I would like to see implemented as well. Thusly, I decided to apply for membership to such party. II.VII. ((IN GAME NAME: )) Shmeepicus II.VIII. ((DISCORD: )) Shmeepicus#4701

Erilian Oranor looked at his to-do list, before stroking out something on it. _______________________________ | Things to do today soonish. | | | | 1. Return to Elvenesse. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |_______________________________| He grunted then, standing up from his seat. "Always knew you were one of the bad guys, father." He joked to himself, setting off to Elvenesse after.

must've been a lot of reserved comments

An aging knight of the Empire read over the missive, pinching his nose as his eyes shut. "Should've just kept allowing them to vote in rulers and converted them. Same end result." He groaned to himself before glancing over at his blade, rising from his seat and picking it up before leaving the room.

rebellion.exe kills me everytime

Rest in peace, Garg.

Erilian Oranor nodded his head in approval. "Maybe I can return to Elvenesse after all." He commented, having heard of the news by word of mouth.

Welcome back :)

yes +1, return resource pits or give LC

The aging Caspian d'Arkent heard of the news whilst travelling, he sighed and stopped at a local inn, penning a letter for both the Count of Susa as well as Anthony Basrid. He uttered a prayer and lit a candle at his windowsill before getting ready for bed.

Application to Join Group Name: The Shield of Providence Discord: shmeepicus#4701 Starting Point allocation: manpower 3, supplies 4, weapons 3 Starting Location: Providence, RI

Caspian’s eyebrows rose as he read over this newfound missive, nodding his head along with the words. “Simply abolishing the aristocracy and nobility would solve all of these issues. Let people rise on Merit rather than birthright.”

A young voice, the voice of the little Lord Ruthern called out late in the night from the manor that sat upon the County of Kositz. “What do you mean Mamej isn’t coming home?”

Caspian d'Arkent wonders if the lad who tried to kill him was indeed an assassin- as that would imply he was employed by a foreign or domestic entity rather than just being someone who was attempting to engage in dark practices of magic.