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  1. ORIGIN Cillian O'Rourke, already a prominent sailor and ship builder, began to toil with an idea shortly after he finished construction of the HIMS Ambition. This idea, a ship that could sail underwater drove him as he sketched night after night. Benny, his living doll made for him as a gift, would bring him blueprint sheet after blueprint sheet as he worked. Each design he made had fatal flaws, each and every time he scrapped the sketch for a new one. Prototypes he built were either too heavy or had no way of actually sustaining a living crew. A year and a half is what it took Cillian t
  2. #Alexander stared into the fire, watching it's flames dance and flicker as the desert's chilly night air bore down on them. Sitting on one knee, his good eye left the flames for a moment to look around their encampment. To his left, on his blind side, he knew Tirilan du Casse, the boy he had adopted, lay soundly asleep. The furs that covered him came from an animal he and Alexander had brought down a few nights ago. Lacie de Medina, his niece and ward, lay to his right. Her sleep was fitful, as it had been every night since they left into the desert. He frowned as she muttered something he cou
  3. Alexander limped down the hall as fast as he could, buttoning his suit as he did so. The gash on his thigh from the fight in Osanora last month was healing fine, but it still hurt. Finally, as he finished his last button on his shirt and began the one coat button, he reached the door. Placing his hand on the door handle, he took in a breath before knocking with his other hand. A woman's voice called out, allowing him entry. Alexander let the breath he was holding out, forcing his face into a neutral expression. As he opened the door, his eye instantly zeroed onto the lone woman inside. She st
  4. NOTE: THIS IS AN IN RP MEETING. IT IS NOT KNOWN IN RP TO ANYONE OUTSIDE OF THAT ROOM Alexander sat at the table, his leg up as he added new wrappings to his leg, the gauze already soaking up the blood from his cauterized wound. His eye was drifting over the paper sitting in front of him, his mouth pursed in a frown. As he read he tried to stand, wincing as he put weight on the leg. Sitting next to him, at the head of the table was Aramis, the Duchess of Eastcliffe. Alexander's eye moved from her to Felipe, who sat across from him. The three sat in Eastcliffe's Chateau, each looking rather gri
  5. Alexander looked up as three of the Rhein's Guards entered the meeting room. Each soldier stood at attention, awaiting his orders. His good eye flickered around the three, his face stern. "The Baroness of Brynrose has been taken. Has everyone heard this?" Alexander looked to each soldier as they nodded in turn. He gave a nod of approval, standing and unbuttoning his suit. "I want every guard on alert and looking, save for a small force to remain and protect the homeland." One guard tilted his head slightly, raising a brow curiously. "Sir, if I may?" Alexander looked up
  6. "Any word?" Ames sat at the table, setting down the papers he was carrying. Leaning his cane on the table's edge, he looks over to Alexander. Alexander shook his head, looking up. "I sent a letter to the ISA General, who ignored me." He scratches his cheek, bringing his hand up to pet the ferret that lay across his shoulders. Her head poked out on his left side, where he was now blind. The burn had left minimal scarring, but his left eye was unsalvageable. "I guess we'll have to figure this out publicly." Ames nodded, reading a paper before sliding it across the table.
  7. *The following is a story, only known to those who are told in RP* Alexander sat at the table, looking blankly at it. His eyes were wide, his mouth covered by his clasped together hands as his elbows rested on the table. A few of the Rhein's guards stood in the room at attention. Alexander's voice was low and harsh. "I want them all." Ames sat next to Alexander, who sat at the head of the table. He worryingly looked over his younger brother, frowning. "Don't say that." Alexander did not move a muscle. "It is my job to make sure my people are Safe."
  8. QUICK EDIT: This is a story, it is not known in RP unless someone who already knows tells you. Self explanatory. No I am not leaving, my current troubles aside. This is the closing of a story arc, not the end of the story. Ames sat, his legs dangling off the edge of the Rhein's cliff. The sun had not yet rose, and the jacket he wore did well to shield him from the cold. The blanket he had put under himself kept the dew at bay, and the warm cup of coffee in his hands kept him awake. He smirked as he remembered a time when all he needed to wake up was a glass of whiskey. Nowadays rem
  9. Alexander sits at his uncles old desk, looking over the missive Ezekiel delivered. As he holds it back up he sighs, relaxing his posture in dissapointment. "It appears we weren't important enough to be invited." Ames, sitting in a chair across the desk, takes the letter offered before unfolding it and reading. "There will be others." His tone was both dismissive and reassuring. Alexander nods, rising from his seat. "Well, I've work to do." He heads for the door, dismissing the forgetting of the Rhein
  10. *Disclaimer: This is a Short story. I shouldn't need to explain how no one else knows this in RP unless told by me....* Elias sat up in bed, his back propped up by pillows. Breathing was difficult, at times feeling like it took all his energy. He heard the door open, his gaze rising from the papers on his lap to meet the sound. Alexander and Ezekiel had walked in, each breathing heavy and sweating. He looked over to Ames, who sat on the stool next to Elias' bed. He held the same grim expression he had held since Elias fell ill. Alexander stopped at the foot of th
  11. Alexander sat on a stood next to Elias' bed, the man himself laying upon it still in a coma. He read the missive again, his brow furrowed. He looked over to his uncle, raising the paper out of his line of sight. Ezekiel, standing behind him, took it from his hand. "Eastcliffe?" Ezekiel skimmed the paper, nodding. He looked to Alexander, who had yet to look away from Elias. Ames and he had both decided Alexander was to hold the position of Baron temporarily while Elias was bedridden. Decisions had fallen to him to make. Alexander finally nodded. "Have the first Battalion
  12. It's a story, there is no formal telling...
  13. No one knows about this? And we get you are salty about being told no, stop being a jerk about it xD
  14. Elias stepped through the gatehouse of the Rhein's fortress, holding his hand over a gash on his left forearm. Ames was the first to reach him, covering the ground with surprising speed for someone as old as he and sporting a cane. Without a word Ames started looking him over, finding some minor bruising on his arm and side from the scuffle at Sutica's meeting. Alexander and Ezekiel burst into the clearing next, Alexander sprinting with the same surprising speed as his brother. "What happened?!" Alexander held Elias' arm up, tearing off part of his tabbard with a quick grunt before
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