Javert

Vicente Murietta II proceeds to sit in his chair in frustration, amazed at how quickly people were rushing to conclusions and how quickly everything was escalating. He went off to find his friend Alexander and prayed he could convince him to calm down just a tad. OOC: Visual representation

Vicente Murietta goes back to babysitting his kids, happy to know the rightful title of his Liege was placed upon the paper. He then gives a cheer to the Covenant and its victorious campaign thus far! He pledges to be at the next siege, since he missed the last.

Aemma quickly discovers her father, Maegor, had already taken the treasury money and ran for it!

The Dissolution of Aeltarys SE SIKAGON HEN EMBERS Issued on the 12th of the Sun’s Smile, 163 S.A. To all Citizens, Allies, and whomever else it may concern, Recently, it has come to the attention of the Crown of Aeltarys that our nation, as it stands, is not in a position in which it can recover from the Great Plague which devastated our lands and rid us of much of our population. After much consideration, Our Crown has come to the conclusion that it is a cruelty to those who call themselves Aeltarosi to force them to remain within a state that is in permanent and irreversible decay. Though the dream of an Aeltarosi state shall persist until a time more suitable, We encourage Our subjects to go forth into the world. Mingle with those who you previously would avoid, and share the Aeltarosi culture with those who will have you. On the matter of Aeltarosi titles; The House of Roa, a leal and loyal subject of Aeltarys throughout its time as an independent state, shall be permitted to maintain their titles as Counts of Erice and other lesser titles the House may possess. Our Crown hereby does release the House of Roa from its vows of loyalty to the now-defunct Crown of Aeltarys, and wishes its members luck in establishing roots elsewhere The House of Valraenos, the Royal Family of Aeltarys, shall maintain their titles while demoting the title of Grand Prince to the Archduchy of Aeltarys in a landless state. The Heirs to the House of Valraenos in its unlanded state shall remain as the Counts of Tanaeros. All houses of Aeltarys bearing a title of the peerage are hereby released from their oaths and are permitted to maintain the titles given unto them by the Crown of Aeltarys. Zālagon Jehikagrī, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Maegor Valraenos of Aeltarys, Archduke of the Aeltarosi, Duke of Dragardun, Prince of Dragonclaw Island

"I'd sooner allow my firstborn son to succumb to pneumonia before I knelt and kissed the ass of some Orenian Emperor." Proclaimed Harald Eiriksson, who was living with one of the numerous nomadic Skanarri tribes after leaving his life in Norland behind.

"I wonder what my cousin's been up to." said Harald Eiriksson as he ate some cooked deer meat at a campfire with some Skanarri companions.

as an advocate for Nomad RP, hell yeah.

NOMAD RP REVIVAL ERA LETS GOOOOOOOO

Vicente Murietta II momentarily wept due to not being present to help protect his Viceroy. Nonetheless, he collected his equipment after taking a moment to recover. If the Covenant would not rally to Hyspia's banner, then Vicente would still do what he could nonetheless. He was a Hyspian after all, and a Hyspian does not take a slight laying down.

Maegor I made a note of the Celia'norian response and prepared Dragardun for a diplomatic visit. He furthermore summoned his Head Diplomat, @Me_llamo...in preparation for the meeting. "Thank the Ancestors. Violence can be avoided."

Maegor I, Grand Prince of Aeltarys, spreads the missive around the capital of Dragardun. He too had hopes that his Lord Marshal and brother-in-law would find a suitable match! He then realized his Son and Heir would need a wife as well soon, and went off to go pester him about it.

A Letter to Celia’nor SE SIKAGON HEN EMBERS Issued on the 3rd of the Deep Cold, 158 S.A. TO THE CELIA’NORIAN GOVERNMENT, It has come to my attention that a few days ago a member of Our Peerage, Agata Roa, was kidnapped by Celia’norian authorities whilst traveling near Balian. In what has been communicated to Our Crown, Lady Roa was tied, held at sword-point, and threatened with death. Out of fear for her life she cooperated, and despite the clear intent to kill or do harm to Lady Roa, she was let go. Our Crown is thankful that Lady Roa was released alive, but such an incident warrants a response from Our Government here on Dragonclaw Island. Let it be known now that we do not seek conflict, bloodshed, or any other form of violence with the people of Celia’nor. Our terms are simple, and shall be listed below. The Terms are as follows: The Celia’norian Crown shall issue a formal apology for the kidnapping of Lady Agata Roa, unless otherwise clarified at the diplomatic meeting mentioned below. Celia’norian and Aeltarosi diplomats shall meet in a neutral location to iron out the details of a non-aggression and mutual recognition pact, to prevent further violations of sovereignty. No further members of House Roa or Citizens of Aeltarys shall be prevented from traveling to any desired location unless in direct violation of any formal agreement. In exchange, Aeltarys will not hinder Celia’norian citizens from travel. We request that the Celia’norian government give a swift response, as we do not wish for such an affair to escalate further. Zālagon Jehikagrī, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Maegor Valraenos of Aeltarys, Grand Prince of the Aeltarosi, Duke of Dragardun, Prince of Dragonclaw Island

A Final Death Louis Owyn Haverlock, circa 1930 It was cold that day at the Tower of Horen. Louis felt the winds blowing through his hair as he gazed down at the streets of Whitespire below him. He could count thousands of raiders - Veletzians, Orcs, Ferrymen. Far too many for the six-man company that protected King John and the High Pontiff. Cardinal Odo and Lord Aleksander decided to take the risk to jump towards the water, yet Louis was never able to see if they made it or not. As for the rest of them, King John ordered they stand down to prevent further bloodshed. Stripped of his weapons and armor, King John along with Louis, Boon, Father Mikhael, and the High Pontiff were bound and dragged from the tower and through the streets of Whitespire. Several agonizing hours later, and the captives finally arrived in the city of Winburgh. The old Sedanian Prince held his head up high and, despite the circumstances, kept himself calm as they entered the room to meet with Sir Gaspard. Hours passed as King John, Rex Grommash, and Sir Gaspard in vain negotiated with one another. Both cited broken oaths, that their own sides had the moral high ground, et cetera. When Sir Gaspard demanded that King John face him in a duel, Louis instinctively offered himself instead. Sir Gaspard refused, and yet an Orc offered a duel to Louis instead. When Louis politely declined, stating he only wished to duel if it meant defending his King, the Orc known as Kho’Gorkil labeled him a Coward. Louis retorted, making a remark that Kho’Gorkil’s mother was a Coward. The Orc, enraged, demanded a duel from the 83 year old man. Louis, with little other option, accepted and was given his armor and weaponry back by the Orcish Rex Grommash. The Orcish warband stepped into the courtyard accompanied by Louis. Kho’Gorkil, armored in his own daemonsteel, asked if Louis was ready. Louis gave a nod and the clanging of daemonsteel began. The duel was short yet vicious, with Kho’Gorkil and Louis exchanging blow after blow upon each other. Just when Louis was on the verge of defeat, the Sedanian lurched forward and struck Kho’Gorkil’s chest. The blow knocked the wind out of the Orc, and Louis stood victoriously over the defeated yet alive Orc. Yet, this duel was not satisfactory to the warriors of Krugmar. Another Orc, who’s name is difficult to remember, stepped forth and demanded to duel the wounded and tired Haverlock next. Louis, knowing he would not make it out of Winburgh alive if he refused, raised his blade and prepared for combat once more. What followed was a rather swift affair, with Louis’ assailant taking advantage of Louis’ weakness due to his wounds and his age. Blow upon blow fell on Louis’ armor until he could no longer stand. In his final moments, Louis thought of those he had lost yet was soon to see again. He thought of Godfrey, his eldest son. Olenna, his wife. Ser Leopold, his son, for whom he had returned to avenge. Though he would not live to see his vengeance, he knew he would at last see him and those he cared for again. Then, before Louis could speak, he felt the Orcish blade slicing through his neck. The world went black. Letters are dispersed across Aevos, particularly those to whom Louis held a connection with. To my Grandchildren, To Julius, Julietta, Therese, and Owyn, To Emmeline, To King John,

A Hyspian Engagement Vicente Murietta II and Mariposa Aganza embrace upon the former’s return from Veletz, C. 157 S.A. To all Friends, Family, and Citizens of Hyspia, After knowing each other since childhood, Vicente and Mariposa have finally come together and professed their love for one another. The pair is proud to announce their engagement and future marriage to one another in the near future. Although the date itself is soon to be decided, the pair is excited for the citizens of the realm and its allies to join them on such a momentous occasion. The wedding itself shall consist of the wedding ceremony and vows, overseen by a priest of the Church of the Canon. Following that, a feast shall be held within the Hyspian city of La Dorada where all friends, family, and guests may come together to celebrate the union of the pairing. Signed, Vicente Murietta II Mariposa Aganza

A Crossing of Blades The Duel of Winburgh C. 157 S.A. Vicente had been foolish. After the recent Siege of Breakwater, a stunning victory for Covenant forces, the Hyspian warrior had been led to believe he could travel past Veletzian lands with relative safety. He was under the assumption that a local garrison of the Breakwater ruins would be in place, but little did he know that no such luxury was bestowed. And so, whilst Vicente passed through Veletzian lands to reach the far-off nation of Aeltarys, he was stopped by the all too familiar teal bandana of a Ferrymen soldier. At first the two spoke cordially, but soon Vicente found himself surrounded by Veletzians who appeared from the nearby city of Winburgh. Before long Vicente found himself tied, disarmed, and thrown before the Captain-General of Veletz, Sir Gaspard van Aert. Vicente himself could scarcely believe it - A Hyspian Peasant with no noble blood of his own was in the presence of a man whose nation was locked in a brutal conflict with Vicente’s homeland. While at first Vicente was almost certain the Veletzian ruler would order his execution, the ensuing conversation came to surprise the Hyspian soldier. Sir Gaspard spoke directly to Vicente, asking where he was from and what profession the man had. Vicente answered with honesty, as the color of his armor and his darker skin had already given away his ethnic origins. Vicente told Sir Gaspard that he was a Soldier, yet also a Farmer and a Scholar of History. Sir Gaspard appeared to listen intently, then asked him of his family. “None,” Vicente had said. “My Father died before the independence of Hyspia.” Sir Gaspard then stood tall and the two men briefly shared words of their regrets regarding the war, how neither had wanted to spill blood. How both men wished it could have been solved with words. Vicente found himself surprised, for Sir Gaspard appeared to be a much more honorable man than he had been led to believe. Through the conversation Vicente became more and more convinced that this war had been one of misunderstanding. Sir Gaspard lamented on how he had lost friends at the Battle of Whitespire, and Vicente shared that he too had lost friends at Valdev and Winburgh. Yet, such a conversation did not last forever. Sir Gaspard ordered for Vicente to be unbound and laid a sword at his feet. Though Vicente was confused, he picked up the sword and gazed across the courtyard at Sir Gaspard. The Veletzian knight donned his own helmet and blade and spoke forth; “Both of us are men without Sons, we share common ground in that.” “Should I fall today, Sir Gaspard, it would be an honor to fall by your hand.” The two combatants began to circle each other, and soon the clanging of Daemonsteel rang throughout the courtyard as Veletzians gathered to watch their ruler duel Vicente. A million thoughts raced through Vicente’s mind - He could attempt to kill Sir Gaspard, end the war here and now, but that brought with it its own problems. Vicente knew that if he were to kill Sir Gaspard, he would not walk from Winburgh alive. Nonetheless as the duel dragged on, Vicente made his peace with the idea. For the sake of his Country, his People, and those he loved, he would do his best to slay the Veletzian knight if it were possible. But then, Vicente’s thoughts dwelled on others. Mariposa, his childhood friend, whom Vicente had harbored feelings with for decades. Would he ever be able to tell her the truth of his affections if he were to fall on this day? Vicente’s mind snapped back to the present as he and Sir Gaspard continued to clash their blades against each other. The lightly armored Hyspian had been subjected to harsh punishment at the hands of the heavily armored Knight, who first broke the Hyspian’s nose with a well placed headbutt. Vicente recanted by laying a cut upon Sir Gaspard’s neck, though not enough to end the fight. Sir Gaspard struck again, cutting Vicente’s left calf and striking him upon the jaw. Vicente felt three of his teeth sail from his mouth as he stumbled backwards. Blood dripped from his mouth and nose, and he felt a great difficulty with standing due to the cut to his leg. Sir Gaspard pressed on, dealing a nasty cut to Vicente’s right cheek which caused blood to pour from Vicente’s cheek down to his neck. Vicente again attempted to cut Sir Gaspard’s neck, but with a strength unseen in any other man Sir Gaspard grasped Vicente’s sword and wrestled it from the Hyspian’s grasp. In a desperate act, Vicente lunged forth and grasped Sir Gaspard’s dagger upon his back. Vicente struggled to free the dagger from the safety straps, yet a shove from Sir Gaspard sent the Hyspian onto his back. When Vicente sat up, he saw two Daemonsteel blades sailing towards his neck. To save himself, Vicente raised his right forearm up and leaned backwards to prevent the blades from cutting his neck. Though Vicente’s neck was saved, he felt the bitter steel cut through flesh and bone until naught of his right hand remained but a bloody stump. With a cry of pain, Vicente fell onto his back once more. He clutched the wound where his arm once was, and he looked up to the sky. He thought once more of Mariposa, of his other friends in Hyspia, and of Viceroy Cesar II. “I am sorry, I failed.” Vicente said under his breath as Sir Gaspard pointed the tip of his blade to his neck. “Do you- *huff* -Do you yield?” Vicente, although reluctantly, gave a nod of his head. There was nothing more the Hyspian could do, as to continue his resistance whilst so gravely wounded would mean certain death. Vicente hauled himself onto his knees and looked down upon the dirt. “Swear to me now…that you shall go home in peace. That you shall find yourself a woman who loves you and settle down with your own family. Swear that you will retire from this destructive conflict.” With little choice, Vicente gave a nod of his head “I swear it.” Sir Gaspard sheathed his swords. “Should I find you still taking up arms against us, I shall make it my personal mission to cut you down.” Sir Gaspard then extended his hand to Vicente, which he took shakily due to his wounds. Sir Gaspard had Vicente ushered to a medic where his wounds were cared for, and then the Hyspian was sent home to La Dorada. Vicente was unsure how to feel - He was grateful to be alive, no doubt, but his entire perspective on this war had changed. For better or for worse, that remained to be seen. In the meantime, he resettled back into La Dorada and sought out Mariposa, his childhood friend.

Vicente Murietta II looked at the collection of Veletzian armor that he had acquired over the course of this war, now doubled during the Siege of Breakwater. He recalled pulling a rather fancy looking axe from the corpse of an Orc who he had buried his sword into. Vicente made a mental note to make sure all his newly acquired gear was repaired following the return to La Dorada.

Grand Prince Maegor makes a note to burn any of his dead. His culture already did that, especially with the recent plague on Dragonclaw Island, but it was always good to have more justification for it. He then wondered if this applied to animals too, and he began to internally panic on if he needed to dig up and burn any livestock that had died too...

The Choosing of the Crown-Prince SE SIKAGON HEN EMBERS Issued on the 5th of the First Seed, 157 S.A. To All Denizens of Aevos, After many years on this continent, the Aeltarosi people have remained in a state of Isolationism and have refrained from contact with the outside world. Yet, as Our Royal Children come of age, we are determined to enter a new era for our people. One which involves opening ourselves up to the world; promoting trade, migration, and the sharing of our culture. For many years, Our Crown has looked upon Our children with great pride. They have gone forth into the world, learned new things, and grown into the men and women who will forge Aeltarys into the realm that it must be to survive the era we find ourselves in. Per the succession laws of the Grand Principality of Aeltarys, it is the duty and responsibility of the Grand Prince/Princess to choose among his or her children to succeed them to their station in the eventual future. Our Crown, after many years of consideration, has chosen Prince Alaehra Aemon Valraenos to succeed Our Crown. Per the traditions of Our people, Prince Alaehra shall be invested with the title of Count of Tanaeros, to be held by his person until the choosing of his own heir, by which time the title shall pass to his or her person. Zālagon Jehikagrī, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Maegor Valraenos of Aeltarys, Grand Prince of the Aeltarosi, Prince of Dragonclaw Island, Duke of Dragardun HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Arabella Valraenos of Pavia, Grand Princess of the Aeltarosi, Princess of Dragonclaw Island, Duchess of Dragardun, Lady of Pavia, Lady of Atalais, Lady of Erice, Lady of Austerone

"Go back to the void, where you crawled out of." said Vicente Murietta II, who remained defiant against the Orcish tide. No matter what, Vicente was willing to fight and die for his nation until the very end. "Viva Hyspia!" he called out, as he went to go sharpen his sword