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  1. A copy of the economic treatise somehow makes it way to Lt. Stafford’s desk in the imperial province of Kaedrin. The dragoon officer reads over it with interest, making a few notes in the margins with a quill. “My comrade has a mind for commerce, no doubt about it. May the saints bless his endeavors.”
  2. On a routine visit to Owynsburg in order to top up imperial supplies, Lieutenant Stafford makes a visit to a certain hall within the 3rd Brigade’s Peter Chivay barracks. There, in gilded frames on the second floor, hang the portraits of all the previous dragoon captains – Peter d’Arkent and Velhrun Darkwood. As he looks on these images of his friends and mentors, the Lieutenant makes a silent vow – to carry forward the mantle of the empire just as his forebears had, and honor them as a true Orenian. Taking out his officer’s riding crop, he mutters “One God, One Empress, One Empire,
  3. Candidate’s Full Name: Matthias Stafford Age of Candidate: 48 Street Address of the Candidate: The Bastille, Officer Quarters 03
  4. The youngest of the Provins house, Charles Michael, overhears some talk about the upcoming party through the door of the sitting room where he’s sat reading a hefty book. He blinks interestedly, cocking his little head to one side as he eavesdrops, before going back to reading about far away countries.
  5. A portrait in the Peter Chivay barracks of Owynsburg hangs on the wall, bearing the image of the first Captain of the Third Brigade – Peter Baldwin d’Arkent. An image that every Imperial dragoon has known for years, as the model for every scout and cavalryman of the Empire. After reading a certain missive, Lieutenant Stafford takes a moment to look at the old portrait of his mentor and friend. With as much solemnity and respect as he can muster, he renders the image a salute. “Godspeed, comrade.”
  6. Lieutenant Stafford gives a salute to the fine Imperial scouting vessel as it’s completed, its sails standing out magnificently against the clear blue sky. “By Horen, we’ll show those blasted daemons what it means to cross the Imperial Dragoons.”
  7. Candidate’s Full Name: Matthias Stafford Age of the Candidate: 45 Street Address of the Candidate: The Bastille, Officer Quarters 03
  8. “A fine compact between our peoples,” an Imperial cavalry officer proclaims, reading through the various provisos at his desk in the Peter Chivay barracks of Owynsburg. Sipping some fine Priory Black™ tea, grown and brewed courtesy of the local monks, Stafford continues reading over the concordat with a mixture of approval and pride. “The Empire grows ever greater. Glory to Her Imperial Majesty.” Filing away his copy of the wisely negotiated treaty, the Lieutenant then returns to preparing for the ISA’s next battle with the Daemonic horde to the south.
  9. Lieutenant Stafford sets about getting his best uniform pressed for the occasion, and polishes the medal he was awarded during Alstreim’s War, the Mark of St. Tobias, to wear proudly at the coronation of the two new sovereigns. Later, he sits down with his friend Derik Brashton as the two take a break in the Bastille’s mess hall, sharing some tea imported from the fields just outside Owynsburg. “God save the Empress!”, the Dragoon officer proclaims, raising a cup.
  10. Late at night, an imperial courier brings word of the Emperor’s death to Lieutenant Stafford’s home in the provincial capital of Owynsburg. Upon breaking the seal and reading the first few lines of the missive, the Dragoon officer’s hand begins to shake, until he drops the parchment and staggers past the courier, off into the lamp-lit streets in a daze of shock and disbelief. A short while later, he arrives at the garrison’s headquarters — the Peter Chivay barracks. The cavalry officer stumbles inside, unsteadily climbs up the winding staircase, and walks along spruce-paneled hallw
  11. After receiving word of young Pruvia’s death, Lieutenant Stafford crumples up the missive in his hand, brow furrowed with sadness and frustration. “A damn shame. He was a fine soldier, and a fine Dragoon. I had such hopes for him...” He sighs, steepling his hands on his desk, and takes a few moments to honor the fallen soldier of the 3rd brigade.
  12. A short while after hearing the news, Lieutenant Stafford takes a walk about the Bastille, looking contemplative, with his hands clasped behind his back. When he reaches the mess hall, he comes across a familiar sight — the old portrait of Colonel Simon Basrid, dated from 1733, which hangs just across from the Lieutenant's old seat he always took as an enlisted trooper. For a long time he studies the image of the old statesman in his army days, and thinks about how much the world has changed. He thinks back to when he himself was just a young, fresh-faced recruit, and the Archchanc
  13. Name: Fritz of CuroniaRace: HumanGender: MaleIntent on joining (Temporary/Full time): Full timeIf temporary, how long do you intend to stay?: N/AIf full time, do you agree to taking on all aspects of the monastic life?: YesDo you agree to follow the rules of the Monastery?: Yes
  14. On the second floor of the Peter Chivay barracks in Owynsburg, Lieutenant Stafford looks over the latest list of enlisted recruits. ”Capital!”, he exclaims, nodding appreciatively and turning to look out the window in the direction of Helena. ”The Emperor will not lack for able soldiers – and the blasted Daemons won’t lack for enemies.” He goes to file away the document and get back to waxing his awe-inspiring moustache.
  15. On the main deck of the Ansar, Matthias leans against the railing and looks across the dark waters at the great column of smoke rising on the horizon. A chill goes through him at the thought of what they had left behind in the land of the Qalasheen — the spurts of malflame which spread and consumed all in their path, the daemonic horde descending upon the city, and the cacophony of horror which it had brought. The Imperial officer bows his head and reflexively reaches for the prayer beads in his pocket, as he begins to mutter a prayer to Exalted Owyn. “O Purifier, whose protection is so
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