FredrickTeufel

Username: FredrickTeufel Character Name: Elliot Florent Devereux Affiliation: Empire of Man | Alba Desired Rank : Reserves Which games will you be attending?: The Siege

✠ Discord & IGN Usernames: fredrickteufel & FredrickTeufel ✠ Full Legal Name: Haythem Bonvallet ✠ Residence (Must be within constituency): Deveroad 4 ✠ Age (Must be over 18): 49 ✠ I, a property owner in Alba, cast two votes in favor of… ✠ Rothwin Aldor ✠ Aviel Helfgott

Elliot Florent Devereux Looks about the room in which he was born, looks to his twin, and begins to cry.

MC Name: FredrickTeufel Discord: fredrickteufel Image: Description of Image: A Coat of Arms Dimensions: 1 wide, 1 high

MC Name: FredrickTeufel Discord: fredrickteufel Image: Description of Image: A married couple Dimensions: 1 wide, 2 high

Haythem Bonvallet would find himself in the moment attempting to perfectly angle the poster, his eyes going to a squint before he'd finally appear happy with his work. "My lord, I do believe this is the best it can get on cobbled stone." he'd proclaim, stepping back from the advertisement, and looking over to the Regent of Trier with a smirk. "This surely shall increase the fame of our vintage."

MC Name: FredrickTeufel Discord: fredrickteufel Image: Description of Image: An advertisement for a bottle of wine Dimensions: 1 wide, 2 high

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MC Name: FredrickTeufel Discord: fredrickteufel Image: Trierportad.webp Description of Image: Advertisement for wine Dimensions: 1 wide, 2 high

Name: Prince Allerick Rostova Affiliation: Ravenmire Relevant Titles or Aliases: Duke of Eredmar, the Red Prince

The Red Prince, Allerick Rostova glanced over the royal decree of his brother. His eyes going wide as he fully grasped the words and their meaning. He'd glance up from his desk and look out the window over the Duchy he ruled over. His eyes gazed at the skies above the lakes of Aevos's East. "Another duty. I'll uphold it as best I can"

Prince Allerick Rostova looked to the parchment held within his hands. His eyes seeming to beam brightly then, the grant of peerage had finally arrived, stamped with the seal of the Crown Prince no less. "Seems that I may finally truly call you my own home. My beloved estate, my Duchy of Eredmar." He folded the parchment away, and walked back within the estate of Eredmar. Where he would now serve as it's custodian, guarding against whatever may lurk south of Ravenmire.

The Red Prince could be found be found within the Ducal tower of Eredmar gazing over different pieces of parchment. Each one depicting different shades of red that his sister had provided him from her shop. He'd look puzzled. "A dark red might clash too much with a golden yellow, but a bright red would clash to much with the white!" he'd exclaim loudly before tossing the parchment off to the side from his desk and giving a heavy grumble. "Just go with maroon, you can never go wrong with maroon Allerick!"

The Red Prince, Allerick Rostova read over the contents of the parchment before lowering it back down flat upon the desk at which he sat. His eyes drawing to a narrow. "Emergency powers they may be, but I trust my brother shall use them well." he'd pause then, going to glance once more at the page before continuing to mutter to himself. "Why crown prince, isn't that normally for heir's. I thought he was the heir already."

Prince Allerick Rostova's hand went to quickly swip a quil across yet another parchment, the ink spilling across the page then in a savage hurry as he wrote more and more. It would seem he had done more writing in recent days instead of holding a sword. His breath came heavy to him then as he finished, heading over to the aviary then. His boots lightly trod against the cobbled streets of Earosgrad. His eyes drawing to a close then. "I pray they've not yet forgotten me. I've at least not forgotten them. . ."

Ludvik Marus Ludovar looked down at the invite that lay before him in the archive. "Huh, suppose Ea've a great honor then to uphold. Too the wedding Ea shall go." He'd proclaim quickly, going to smile then as he looked over. Then quickly realizing that the pile of papers and documents he had to read was still massive. The smile quickly faded. "Ea can niet win."

Dear Yera Silveira, I author this letter to you in order to express great interest in this auction of yours for this ingot of Lunarite that is said to be in your possession. I seek to offer an initial bid of One-Thousand mina's. I do hope that luck favors me in this instance. In regards for further auctions of materials. I'd greatly appreciate if you could send me a letter when the time comes that these materials are up for auction. It seems many of these ores are all but common in the modern age. I wish you the best in your endevours, and I hope to do business soon. Many thanks, Ludvik Marus Ludovar

Gabriel d'Arkent left the room within the halls of Salia. His face shadowed by the dimmed lights. A reflection of the mood that was felt by the Count. His armor still wrapped around him, and reflected the light from the meager candles that were strewn across the hall. His face would briefly be stained with tears before he'd wipe them away. Looking to his hands then, still lightly stained with blood from the events that had occured earlier in the day. At last, a sigh would escape the man as he lowered his hands back down. "I've done all I can to ensure your legacy mother. I tried to pick up what you and father left me behind. I can only hope you'll smile upon my continued efforts from the seven skies above." His words would echo briefly through the hall, before alas he stopped in his office, and tucked his head into his hands. Seemingly set on remaining in the spot for a while, mourning.

Gabriel Peter d'Arkent allowed his eyes to shoot wide upon hearing the will read to him. The letter opener he held dropped to the floor, his balled up hands now opening in a state of shock. He looked over to the servent who read the news to him and snatched up the later himself, reading it over quickly. The signatures, the seal, the words sprawled out in ink upon the paper. It was all true, yet somehow Gabriel did not believe it. He couldn't, how could he. He was the last born of his family, and yet he was now the first in line for the title. He glanced around the room, seeking someone to speak with on what it all mean't. Yet no one was around then, he was alone then as the servant headed out to other duties. His head fell low then, and all Gabriel could do was ponder on what he could do. What the future had in store for the new Heir.

Gabriel Peter d'Arkent would read over the missive sent out by his house and offer up a light sigh. His eyes going to a close in rememberence of his brother. A moment of silence filling the bedroom within which he sat. Resting behind his desk with the letter neatly opened. "John, you were a brother I didn't know well, to that I will admit. . . There was so much we didn't get to do together. Even still, I-" Alas, Gabe stopped himself. His words falling short of what he could say. He glanced around the room. Empty and quiet once more. The distant splashing of the waves against the ports of the city would echo in through a nearby balcony. Just beyond a wall that protected the jewel of the South. Gabriel would rise from his seat then, and allow for his saddened state to drift from the house, Out to those walls, looking out to the waves from their top. "You're out there, you'll come back soon." He'd mutter, knowing he was simply lying to himself.

Gabriel Peter d'Arkent narrowed his eyes as his eyes scanned the missive, a sigh leaving him. "I don't know if it will brew up a sense of brotherhood to the looser, but it's a fine idea." He stated, before rolling his eyes. Seemingly dreading the additional duties that he now had because of the game.

FULL NAME: Gabriel Peter d'Arkant AGE: 18 RACE: Heartlander RELIGION: Canonist ((MC name)): FredrickTeufel ((Time Zone)): CST

Sebastian Teufel Would grin upon recieving the letter, going to stroll to the new Castle that he was to inhabit only to find the front door locked. "Ah, I forgot we are at war. . ."

Theoden Akaln'riv would blink upon reading over the invite list before looking at his keep which was intended to host the large list of invited guests. "Why does guest list include entire nations?!" He would exclaim, worry filling him.

Sebastian Teufel readies his blades of countless quantity. His eyes darting between both the public bounty, and his own personal contract. "God have mercy on this poor sheep slayer. . ." He mutters at the moment before turning to the two that stood near him. "We have more people to question."