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A DANCE WITH DEATH “Manfred would keep the gate open and have a guard,” spoke a person. That struck her ire. Again and again, Laurentina was reminded of how terrible she was at this. She was never born to do this. She was never meant to do this and she did not want to do this. “Well, I am NOT Manfred,” snapped the Lady Arichsdorf, bitter as she often was in the months after her husband’s death. She was not a leader. She was not a leader. She was not a leader. “You are running out of advisors,” spoke the man coldly. Perhaps it did not have the effect he wanted it to have. “Yelling at them might not be exactly what you want to do.” As he turned away and his footsteps faded, a tear fell from her eyes. Laurentina’s gaze turned over to the Cathedral of the faith she had abandoned for love. Was she a fool? Perhaps so, indeed. Not even thirty and ghosts keep haunting her. Her mother, her father, her sisters and brother. Tears began to fall uncontrollably. Noone noticed as the Lady approached the Cathedral. Happier days flashed before her mind. How she missed Catherine, her best friend. How Helton and Henrietta mothered her and how her older sister, Daphne, shone a light upon her. How she shone when she became ruby of the Astercalia. The pride her father felt for her that day still brought a smile to her face. The fluttering she felt within her stomach when her husband kissed her for the first time. And then, a year later, when they stood before Philip III and Anastasia I, who wed them. She experienced love when she held her firstborn, Athelred Heltyn, within her arms. Five more followed, each and every one of them sparked joy in Laurentina whenever she thought of them. Pride washed over her when she thought of the people of Arichsdorf, who used to be so close. Noone noticed as she broke through some doors and moved up the stairs to the clocktower. Was it a sin? Was this the answer? She had never felt so desperate. It clung to her, for hours, days, weeks, months - years even. Inhale. Exhale. “It will be alright.” Laurentina spotted a smile as she walked on ahead. Ghosts of her past visited her, all of which had their dance with death. Family, friends, all those she loved so dearly. They were just out of reach. “Just a step. One step. Stop being a coward, face it - for once.” Inhale. She extended her hand out. “Wait, wait for me! Don’t leave - I am coming!” And as she took that fateful step, the desperation faded and became euphoria. It WILL be alright. I’ll be home with them. Come, dance with me! Laurentina von Arichsdorf (neé Helvets) 1842-1870

DECLARATIONS OF THE CROWN OF WESTFALL Laurentina and Willem shaking hands and sealing the declaration of Westfall, 1868 PREAMBLE From our first day in the Empire the mercy of Philip III has outshone all. When the first settlers of the Imperial frontier arrived before Philip, it was he and he alone who would offer us refuge after years of exile and wandering. For him we folk of Arichsdorf bled and died in the waters of Southbridge, we stood by the Emperor and pushed back the coalition from the lands of Lower Petra. If Philip had asked we would have cast ourselves from the highest cliff with a smile on our faces. Not only was he the saviour of the Empire. But he was the Saviour of the Grenzfolk. To him there could be no question of loyalty, and from him any command would be obeyed. But for all the skill and power of one of the last titans of humanity, an Emperor fit to stand amongst the ranks of the venerable generation of stories heroes who now graced the history books of humanity, Philip was still a man. Inheriting a rotting edifice with foundations of sand, it was by sheer force of will alone that the Empire was held together. With the help of Arichsdorf and of Blackvale, Philip was able to restore the Empire perhaps not to its former glory, but to stability. But Philip was still a man. The vipers of the Imperial Court and the sloth ever hungry maw of the Providential mob could not be sated. For all of his efforts against foreign foes, his true enemies came from within. Snakes in the dark and conspirators gnawing at the roots of the Empire, for them the Empire was not a grand mission of civilization, one to which one would sacrifice everything. To these traitors the Empire was merely a fatted calf from which they could feast whilst its back was turned. And feast they did. With the various courtly eunuchs and nobles of the pen gorging themselves on the fruits of Empire while the hinterlands burned. Surely this could not stand. Recognizing the taint of doom on the future of the Empire, the Highfolk of Arichsdorf approached the throne. They noted that the Empire was surely to fall into civil war upon the death of the mighty Emperor, and that there were none fit to succeed him to the Imperial throne. After over twenty years of war, the lords of the Westlands did not see it fit to subject their people to yet further horror. The civil wars of the East were to be the affairs of the men of the East, and the mob of Providence. Thus, with the blessing of the Imperial Throne, did they see fit to strike out on their own. Raising the banner of civilization and hope in the west; that it may give hope to all those who love the dream of Godfrey. INDEX I. DECLARATION OF UNION AND EQUALITY II. RECOGNITION OF LEGITIMACY DECLARATION OF UNION AND EQUALITY We, the united Lords and Lawspeakers of the Westlands do declare the unification of the Marches of Westergrenz and Blackvale under a single banner. The Westlands shall henceforth be known as the Crown of Westfall. We, the united Lords and Lawspeakers of the Crown do declare Willem van Aert, Margrave of Blackvale the rightful co-ruler of Laurentina, Margravine of the Westergrenz. The house of van Aert and the house of von Arichsdorf shall equally share the rulership of the Crown of Westfall, each bearing their margravial office as their primary title. The Crown of Westfall shall henceforth be organized as two crowns unified in one corporate body. Each co-ruler shall pass their respective portion of the Unified Crown of Westfall to their legitimate issue. To that end, the Crownshard of Blackvale shall be passed to the legitimate heir of Willem van Aert. The Crownshard of Arichsdorf shall be passed to the legitimate heir of the von Arichsdorfs, produced from the union between Manfred and Laurentina von Arichsdorf. Each Crownshard is to be worn either about the neck or affixed to the brow as a circlet as a public display of one’s authority. RECOGNITION OF LEGITIMACY We, the united Lords and Lawspeakers of the Crown of Westfall do formally acknowledge the will of the last of the Imperial Majesties. In memory of our debt to our beloved sovereigns Philip III and Anastasia we, the united Lords and Lawspeakers of the Crown do recognise Prince Frederick as King of Oren. In the interest of maintaining stability and putting an end to the war, we do pledge ourselves to mutually defend and protect one another in all of our endeavours for the duration of five years. After the duration has expired and peace has been established, this pledge of defence may either be renewed or shall be transformed into a non-aggression pact. Laurentina I von Arichsdorf Margravine of the Westergrenz, Duchess of Grenz and Outer Arentania, Baroness of Arichsdorf, and Protector of the Grenzers Willem I van Aert Margrave of Blackvale, Baron of Pestilles, Patriarch of van Aert Hadrian van Aert Patriarch-Dynast of the Pertinaxi, Imperial Prince of Renatus, Champion of Providence Cynefrith Easworth, Lawspeaker of Arichsdorf, Castellan of the Westergrenz, Hannes de Vilain Baron of Acre, Patriarch of Vilain Atticus Nightingale Lawspeaker of Luscinia Torsun Azamar, Lawspeaker of Tal’Dwedohin

Laurentina I offers the man a thumbs up from her prison cell. Sadly he cant see it because she is imprisoned!

Imo we should all try to continue having fun on a mc rp server

Laurentina wonders who this girl is

"Who declares their own golden age?" asks Laurentina

14th of The Amber Cold, 70 SA While the three branches of Rurikid have rarely seen eye to eye on any matter, every branch can attest that the moot is a time honored tradition. It is not intended to be used as a ploy by cravens who cannot face their relations face to face, who cannot bear the consequences that come with calling all of age Rurikid men into one gathering place. Twice in recent history has the moot been called and twice has it been made a joke of, first by the last king of Norland, Vane Freysson, and now by Ragnvald Ash, formerly of Eiriksson. Every generation grows further distanced from a true understanding of what makes a Ruric a Ruric. We are all descendents of the Prophet. We are all prisoners to the burden of our lineage, the burden of legacy and honor. Lest we forget the Red Scrolls, as the tenets tell us: Do what is right, be it hard or easy going. With this said, let it be known that I, Manfred von Arichsdorf, chieftain of clan Edvardsson, declare my full support to King Vangel Freysson. Manfred von Arichsdorf, Chieftain of clan Edvardsson Leitsieg Thoromir von Arichsdorf, son of Manfred Theodric Edvardsson, Son of Alric Caedric Edvardsson, Son of Alric

LAURENTINA WHO JUST FINISHED HOSTING HER DEER HUNT SWEATS?? "THEY MULTIPLIED!"

"Well he isn't exactly smart so it really doesn't surprise me," stated Laurentina.

The orenian margravine Laurentina, who sometimes worked as a hobby seamstress, seemed surprised to find two of her creations being used at a haeseni social season.

Laurentina once more appears unimpressed by the bad journalism.

Laurentina lifts up her cup of tea, taking a large sip. "Well then," she sighed before slapping her thighs. "Better get to it, eh?" she grabbed her sword from the corner of the room and dragged it on as she went to join the continued war effort.

ah so rp and wars don't have consequences these days? good to know, thank you lotc administration. imo we should make it mandatory to pk on first death. anything else is unbelievably cowardly and will add no value to rp. of course there should be exceptions - maybe "apply" to be revived by the monks? this shouldnt apply to NLs and settlement leaders though. killing people and being killed irp should hold weight. rn people arent afraid of being killed irp because theyll just respawn at ct anyway lol srsly though, these rules you guys implemented are trash. cant wait to call crp default when 8 bandits ride up to me and do *dodges emotes. <3

"In aeternum bellum," stated Laurentina upon having finished reading the missive penned by her husband's kin.

Laurentina, who had once feared those men she considered bandits, now lamented them being disbanded. It was an odd world, surely, but the lady could not help but to be grateful to those brave (and handsome) ferrymen that saved the Empire from defeat in its darkest hour. A tear was shed as she uttered: "Stay based, Ferryboys."

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these are great!

pls..

wtf