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To the Chivalrous of Númendil Missive to the Radiant Guard To the valiant Knights and Soldiers of the Radiant Guard, Those amongst you who lead or mentor are hereby summoned to meet within the capital city of Númenost. You are to be informed of the raised standard for Knighthood, established to ensure all who walk this chivalrous path are well challenged. Whether you hail from the capital or the vassalized lands of our territory, your squires shall be tested upon these high and necessary merits. Should the Knight Captains of your Order be unable to attend, another of your esteemed shall make the trip themselves. The captains of the various levies under our banner, too, are expected to bring their presence. Here, they shall accept charges placed upon them by my command. By my hand and seal, HIS EXCELLENCY, Ser Valanór of House Vourkehardt, the Sword of Owyn, Templar of Saint Michael the Archangel, Knight of the Realm, The Grand Equestrian, Iron Warrior of the Petra, and Slayer of the Gilded Queen

Emmerich had known Anneliese only a short time. In this time, he had surmised that she was an anxious sort, but not born in such a way. There were remnants of a care-free girl that danced around in her eyes. He had wished, one day, to coax that joy from her, if able. It was an impossibility now. The towering figure spoke of her family with as much care as she did caution. Worry mingled in her words more than resolve. It was their future that she dreaded, more than hers. In that mind addled by a fog of time and fear, hers was a life already at its end. She was correct in the end, he supposed. The news passed from one member of his kin to the next, each stallion coming to think and remark of the fiery-haired elder. It was only in the quiet aftermath that he allowed himself to think, and amidst the thoughts, to cry. Alas, he had wished to know her better. When she was younger, a watchful eye had always kept itself over her. Even in its passing, the eye remained. It was often affixed, always in hope of her sanctuary. It was proud to have tread a path with her and to have embarked upon something brave. In her final deliverance, he accepted her with arms open and longing. There, upon the highest of places they could climb, they would find the possible eternity to sit and speak as they had many a time wished for. It was as they had done upon the rooftops of their old home. But before then, and before eternity, she was first embraced in the warmth of memory and family. “I missed you, dear. Now come, your mother has too.”

✠ - Rider: Emmerich Vourkehardt ✠ - Champion: Sprout ✠ - Realm: Númendil ✠ - Liege or Lord: N/A

Dark Horse BALDRIC VOURKEHARDT 144 SA − 228 SA ─◇─◇─◇── ✦ ──◇─◇─◇─ The din of galloping hooves abided upon reaching the gates of Caladras, soon replaced by the heavy footfalls of the once-Chieftain. The halter from around Eclipse was taken ahold of, the black stallion led to stables as a wordless affection drifted across its withers, sourced from his gloved hand. The scent of earth and brush faded into smokey embers and faint lavender as he returned to his hearth. Terse, dry coughs sprang from him once he had sealed his way past the entrance; a chain of keys deposited aimlessly within his heavy robes so that his hand was freed to restrain his spittle. He steadied himself afore wandering the halls of his keep, a slow ascent to his chambers at the castle’s crest. It was here that he found a strange respite, a quiet he would betray himself. His words, though hushed, were of a lover’s parlance. He knew not whether she would hear them, only that God was near to those broken hearted, and that perhaps the words were as much for himself, as they were for her. He reminisced upon that period of which rot festered upon her, as sickness wilted his flower away from him. In that weakness, in that unfamiliarity, it would have been simple for her to assuage conviction for fear, for malice. She had, in her many years, held her tongue like a dagger unto those of which she held a great disdain for. And yet she spoke in a delicate croon, one which had ordinarily been secluded for only him. She sought to avail those who visited her, that she was at rest and ready to depart for the Skies. It is terrible then, to be so intimate that one could see the fear that lingered beneath a cloak of bravery, no matter their countenance or words. As exhausted as Valeska was, she wanted not to depart alone — but she knew she could not ask Baldric to rise with her; there was far too much left to do. When she had passed, she had made him promise to keep their children in sanctuary, to ensure that they prospered. He knew not the difficulty, but he vowed even still never to surrender this oath. It was a pillar that he held to, a crutch that allowed him to muster a resolve formed by piecemeal. And thus with nothing else to steady him, the death of his son Valos brought this pillar to crumble, and the crutch to snap. A shattered promise was unfamiliar to him, something he had deemed difficult to contend with. Of course, one could claim that he had left a promise behind in the lands of the Waldenian West, and he’d equally retort that a Pontiff, a Prince, and a Princess had permitted his family to leave the lands unfit to them. Even in the East, the murmur of a broken vow to conspiring royalty was abolished through the excommunication of a foolish king. It is a solemn fact that this Highlander carried, that the only oath he had broken was the final promise to his wife. And thus, he fell away again and knew his despair was soon to consume him. He began to surrender himself, an offering to relieve his mind. The seat of his House, imparted to his children so that he might find rest. It was that inability to keep his oath that choked away his confidence and led him to imprudence. He meleed, cracked his fists upon skulls in hope he might be dispossessed of the strength to stand. And yet, he defeated those rivals he had been cautioned upon. He began to wander roads afoot and alone, seeking to become one marauded by dagger and scorn. And yet, he had captured outlaws and levied upon them the weight of justice. He plunged into the depths of lairs to crumble thrones and fell demons, making peace with an end before these descents. And yet, he departed these burrows with unabated breath. The terrible bells of war sounded, a possible selfish peace glinting on the horizon. And yet, he defeated soundly and captured enemies, watching as the war began to end. ─◇─◇─◇── ✦ ──◇─◇─◇─ It was not the first war that he had watched come to a crippling halt. Harsh, frosted winds had fallen upon the city. The draped furs and cloaks upon the bodies of these brethren seemed almost as if they were not worn at all as the cold remained unforgiving. Baldric settled near the hearth, though faced his fellow soldiers still as they exchanged dreams of battle and spoils to be taken to their tribe. The news of a declaration upon the nest of ravens to the north had sprung, and these green men raucously awaited the first march that would never come. Upon the first raid, they found an abandoned city with none to contest their presence. The soldiers pillaged what they could, but truly found little to endeavor upon. As brave as their rally had been, this would be a forgotten war, if one could even declare it one at all. Where grandeur was desired, only a chase for phantoms was had. For all the anticlimax that it had been, the future-Chieftain at least had the wherewithal to seek out a singular opportunity within the stables. He had been the first to arrive and exercised his Waldenian heritage, stealing four thoroughbred stallions of which the foundation of his family’s fortunes would later be built upon. His time in Reinmar was spent honing himself, proving his worth. He planted half the fields outside of the city on his lonesome, even erecting farmhouses and towers through grit and sweat. Later, he was elected as Lawman under the tutelage of Father Gregor, and rose up the ranks of the Host of Saint Johann under his mentor Wilhelm von Berkhoven. He was granted the responsibility of being Juliya Barclay’s personal guard, she who would one day become the Queen of Hanseti-Ruska. It would be Princess Adalfriede von Hexenwald who offered him the opportunity as the Studmaster of her Heather Court, working alongside Sir Stanton Stroheim in the matters of husbandry. It was this same Princess Adalfriede who had been seated when he had made a request for permission to depart from the Principality, once he and his family’s obligations had been fulfilled. Though he desired to remain, the wishes of his family were always held ahead of his own, and the sneering that they had felt by the other tribesmen had led them to seek a separate future. She had told the young Vourkehardt that songs would have been sung of him if he had chosen to remain. Those words never escaped his mind, though the memory was attached to intention, rather than ire. He made himself understand that, from thereon, personal glory was incomparable to that which his family desired. Faith and trust was placed upon him by the tribe that he led, and he would not dare to snuff their hopes. And so the motley tribe departed, a band of four with little coin and few prospects. ─◇─◇─◇── ✦ ──◇─◇─◇─ When they had left, there were only two requests that his future-wife had made of him. Firstly, a large family to fill the halls of their home and bring them gladness. And secondly, a large home that would keep them and their family safe. She had always wanted nothing more than for her children to flourish in their wants, to seek out their own challenges with the bolstering of their family. He would fulfill these dreams, finally, when they came to live within the lands of the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil. She had become the Lady of Caladras, and he the Lord. They had watched as their many sons and daughters set upon the world with full bellies, tailored clothes, and lofty dreams. It was a far difference from the pauper’s lifestyle that their parents had been accustomed to. Though she passed, he continued to speak to her in the mornings and nights, telling her of his plights and pursuits, of the follies he had encountered. He hoped beyond hope that she was proud of their family as she looked down upon them, observing as they realized their potential. To Baldric, there was no collection of souls he could be prouder of. In the namesake of the House that he founded, he would not simply rest. As war dawned, he worked with his family to amass a great breadth of material for the campaign. He funded the purchase of territory in the Ashlands and, with the Crown Prince, raised a new tower for the Númenedain. He raided barns and cities, amassed great armaments for his kin, and sought to leave them in a stronger position than he had been in himself. He had never been destined for a life so adventurous. And despite the lack of noble or ancestral lineage, he had found a path. It was not he who songs would be sung for — he had no interest in being remembered by strangers after all. But it would be his family, his closest of friends, that carried on his memory. It was them that he strived to embolden and sustain. As he knew well, any weakness within him would be wilted through his efforts, and thus would grant his family that which they desired. ─◇─◇─◇── ✦ ──◇─◇─◇─ Though, with each effort taken, time began to sink its fangs deeper. That venom invaded his very breath and drew it heavier. It slowed his muscles and limbs, and they stiffened with each rattle of volatile steel that he lambasted upon the faithful’s anathema. And so, his life would come to an end upon an ordinary, if dangerous, expedition. He fell away in battle against a beast that towered at a height of three men, a monstrosity that wielded the elements violently. An arm sliced, air choked, bones jolted, and a body carried unto stalagmites below. His cyclopean sight looked to Viago in the final moments of his consciousness, fondly reminiscing upon a mote of memory from the very saint’s day — his wedding. There, in the deepest of chasms, he may have imagined his own wife awaiting him with their son in the Seven Skies. He thought of hearing her voice once more, and the stories he was excited to impart to her. He thought of his family. ─◇─◇─◇── ✦ ──◇─◇─◇─ House Vourkehardt Family Portrait Hardt Vourker, Wernher, Valejandres, Vanya, Lucia, Vandrake, Emmeline, Viago, Baldric, Viktoriya, Auris, Ceru’wyn, Anneliese, Safiyaa, and Amon. ─◇─◇─◇── ✦ ──◇─◇─◇─ F I N A L L E T T E R S These letters are sent directly to their recipients! ─◇─◇─◇── ✦ ──◇─◇─◇─ Lord Viago Vourkehardt Ser Vandrake Vourkehardt Auris Vourkehardt Anneliese Vourkehardt Vanya Vourkehardt Wernher Vourkehardt Viktoriya Leiselotte Weiss Ceru'wyn Safiyaa Vourkehardt Glennmaer Amon Vourkehardt Matthew Galken Smythe Ivona von Ostturm Llewyn Glennmaer Jay Amaranth Ser Alteon Gwynadar Josefina Barclay Ser Hadrian the Hero Ser Arthur Marsyr Ser Runagleth Sylvia Baralin Pierce Bishop ─◇─◇─◇── ✦ ──◇─◇─◇─

The former Baron of Cadiz looked upon the missive, the cyclopean gaze tracing every word. He had, in his twilight, found a deepening dispassion to most personal quarrel. Yet now, he found the capability to etch a smirk upon his aged features. “Ah, of course.” The current Lord of Caladras remarked, a side-long look granted unto his sons. “...In his letter, it had appeared John learned to put his people above himself, to surrender — but there he is! The Conspirator Casimir, as conceited as the day we left him.” He strained to mask his amusement, to no avail. “And they shall make it all the more enjoyable, offering opportunity after opportunity to sink their skulls into sand.” He offered a prayer to those friends who still remained, ensnared by familial duty in that broken land. He aspired that they might yet escape the clutch of their false monarch.

| Melee Participation | Name: Ser Valacar Vourkehardt Nationality: Numendil [IGN: FunkehMelon]

HELLO happy new years

There's certain parts of the map that feel really disjointed from each other, especially in how they're blended. The example of the savannah/desert is a good one but also the fantastically large trees and mushrooms seem a bit strange, though that's just subjective. I like that there's some distance between the cities, though I think it should be a bit shorter. Definitely not a short walk, though. I think something like the distance between Numendil and Haense is fine (roughly 6 tiles, though I know that measurement is rough since they're not all equal size). If the map were somewhat smaller, this distance wouldn't feel so rough. I very much dislike using the soulstone system but I enjoy the travel between cities so making it feasible is preferable. East to west road sounds cool, also.

There's a lot of history to the server and new players, or at least those I've interacted with, enjoy participating and becoming a part of it. Also not hard at all to find oldheads who like to talk about stuff they did years ago too. People play within the context and setting of the world, characters grow and change. Even if the world can't end, your characters will still have personal stakes, achievements, and opportunities that will matter to them. An overarching, larger narrative would be interesting but I'm still having fun without one. If you feel like you've done or seen everything that there is to do or see, maybe a break would be helpful. I can definitely see how having no end to a wider story can feel stagnating but I think it might just be a case of not trying to force it if you're not enjoying it anymore. If I've misunderstood what the point of this post was whoops.

Baldric Vourkehardt hoisted up a crate, setting it firmly into the cart. He let out a sigh of relief, a job well done and now finally concluded. He looked back towards Portoregne, reminiscing on the memories, yet all that he could bring himself to do was shrug. His stallions had been safely transferred to a separate ranch for holding, but he had found a helpful rancher who let him borrow a Balianite Mustang instead. It had an odd affinity to trotting behind his cart, however. “Oh well,” the former Baron thought. “A strange preference, but how will the cart move forward?” He joked to the horse, managing a chuckle despite his exhaustion. Then, he realized he was talking to a horse and sighed. Wrangling the horse into its reins, he set off at a slow trot, thinking back to his last few saintsdays. The way that they had treated one who had stood against their faith was concerning. He hoped communication would rend such an exodus unneeded, yet any time he attempted to speak to his fellow Balianites, he had found that their opinions only formed or changed after a night’s rest, when they fell asleep. That morning, he seemed to have a gut feeling that the Conspirator would have his inheritance restored. Only as he was leaving did this Balianite custom find him.

CARTS BEFORE HORSES ISSUED ON 14th OF Peter's Glory, 126 B.A. THE STALLIONS OF OUR ILK INVARIABLY pursue that which is righteous, and to the equivalent end, that which is true. For all of the faults that I have made and those that I carry at the head of this family, I have always endeavored to remain aware of myself and that which surrounds me. When the reputation of our burgeoning tribe found itself shattered due to the traitorous Stein von Vourkehardt, we understood that there was little that we could do within the Principality of Reinmar, despite the love we held to what became our home. Thus, with permission from the venerable leaders of the Western Waldenians, we trot off and found ourselves as far East as Canondom would allow. Within Balian, we pursued politics, military, and merchantry but more importantly, it was within the walls of Portoregne that the Vourkehardts became a family. The love between our household was emboldened and our children were met with upbringings of nobility that none of our kin had ever had the opportunity to experience. Under Alexander II, we were finally recognized as true peers of the Crown. Yet still, we found ourselves shaken by the conspiracy that would unravel. For the first time whilst leading the family, I felt a darkness cloud my vision. My faith, which had been instilled unto me by the late Robert Stroheim, was threatened by my own monarch. Even as he was tried, I became witness to the words of his heir, John Casimir, who spoke that the Church could not take his inheritance, that he did not need their permission for coronation. Trouble seemed to brew in Balian, uncertainty plagued my house of simple horse merchants. Our new Amiratus, August Benedict Temesch and the good Archbishop Ivan var Ruthern chanted for him at a garden party before his very own trial. I heard rumors of him venturing off to speak to foreign leaders rather than solidify the weary state of the nation he assumed he would inherit. This much was proven later during his trial when the esteemed Queen Adalia I came forth. In this unknown I had become unaware. The path that my stallions traveled had disappeared beneath us. We were lost and could be forgiven for our inaction. But in this fog came guidance with the gentle direction of the Princess Royal Ariadne Casimira Novellen-Tuvia. She had labored in the service of tempering our former King’s outbursts in the past, but had always given him more courtesy than he deserved due to the love she holds for her brother. Yet now she could not idle, she urged four of the largest families within Balian to maintain the prosperity that could be salvaged whilst the conspirator Casimir paraded himself about. She would not wish to have her home fall to ruin. When the trial for John Casimir had ended, he had been given the opportunity of penance. The wisdom and mercy of the Mother Church had granted him the opportunity to better himself for the malice he held. I hope that he might find the absolution he seeks, yet the experience I have felt with traitors has left me at times doubtful. The aforementioned Stein, who had betrayed my tribe, was given the opportunity of penance himself under the good Bishop Matthia in Reinmar. Yet this did not stop him from becoming dark and malicious, a betrayer. I would hope and pray that John Casimir could resolve himself, but in the case that he could not I ventured to ask our leaders to consider other candidates, as the Mother Church had granted permission for the Archbishop of Lotharia to do. I spoke of the Princess Royal and the strength and initiative she exhibited for the good of Balian, a leader who did not demand the Crown for herself. Her actions seemed similar to that of the good Prince Nathannenel Constantine Novellen, hailed as ‘Hadrian the Hero’ amidst John Casimir’s own trial. In fact, he had come to support his aunt as well, assuring that she would rule as well as he could for he did not wish for the Crown himself. I spoke only to the effect that we might consider there were others besides the first-born threatened with excommunication and that we might plan ahead rather than exist in limbo. For this, I was told that now was no time to think of who else might lead. To have faith that John Casimir’s course could be righted in the end. I am a man capable of forgiveness but for all the plots, deceptions, and evasions that the conspirator Prince had pursued, I was shocked to find that his candidacy could still be so vigorously supported. The unshakeable loyalty to a Prince who had besmirched our reputation led to a festering fear within my heart at what was to come. Though the love that I hold for this southern Kingdom is an honest one, it is a love extinguished if he who will rule is not honest himself. No final decisions have been made, but the response I had received brought me a doubt that one who could prove true would be chosen over the one whom they seem to have plotted for prior. I will hope for the best for my home, but throughout the entirety of this unraveling plot I have found the voice and efforts of my house unneeded, unwanted. Decisions have seemingly been made and to alter their course is to draw scorn. I have always been a man needled for exhausting the extent of his voice and, evidently, the length of parchment. I would hope that I am forgiven in this instance, as this decision greatly affects the future of this proud family that I lead: We, the Baronial House of Vourkehardt, will thus fulfill all lasting obligations to this Kingdom and soon depart, surrendering the titles granted to us by this Crown. We will make for lands more favorable to our hearts, those that we shall never doubt. We endeavor to do so whilst maintaining compassion for the people of Balian and wishing good fortune to those that will lead hereon. Ave Balian. Wes Thu Hal. S I G N E D , The Honorable, Baldric Vourkehardt Baron of Cadiz, Patriarch of Vourkehardt, Captain of the Regiment of Saint Lothar, Captain of the Sybilline Company, Diplomat of the Office of the Legate His Excellency, Wernher Vourkehardt Domus Ministri, Lieutenant of the Regiment of Saint Lothar The Honorable, Valeska Vourkehardt Baroness-Consort of Cadiz Lady Vanya Isabeth Vourkehardt Heir of Vourkehardt Lady Auris Vourkehardt Quaestor to the Office of the Magisterium, Banneret of the Regiment of Saint Lothar Lady Anneliese Vourkehardt Ser Marius “Rethron” Vourkehardt Knight-Templar of the Order of the Pyre Lady Ceru’wyn Vourkehardt

Baldric’s eye scanned across the missive, taking in a long steady breath as he pondered over the state of the Kingdom. Unsteady as it presently was, it was home to many memories both pleasant and otherwise. He reminisced fondly upon the late Queen Sybille I who had held peace to be of paramount importance. “Alexander would have done well to study his mother’s reign,” he thought, taking a generous bite of a cookie his daughter had baked. He disposed of the little crumbs that clung to his gloves, shrugging. It did not matter any longer, these were worries of a man more involved and the Baron was a simple horse merchant.

The Baronial House of Vourkehardt Date of Founding: 105 Annum House Founders: Baldric Vourkehardt, Valeska Vourkehardt, Wernher Vourkehardt, Anneliese Vourkehardt, Stein Vourkehardt, Eduard Vourkehardt Current Head of House: Baldric Vourkehardt Current Titles: - Barony of Cadiz List of Living Members: - Baldric Vourkehardt - Valeska Vourkehardt - Wernher Vourkehardt - Anneliese Vourkehardt - Auris Vourkehardt - Marius Vourkehardt - Jackson Vourkehardt - Carl Vourkehardt - Vanya Vourkehardt - Vandrake Vourkehardt - Valos Vourkehardt - Valejandres Vourkehardt - Valejandra Vourkehardt Notable Relics: - The Everblack: A blade of the blightsteel Azhl was gathered upon the successful defense of Kretzen, the capital of Reinmar. Therein, Valeska and Baldric Vourkehardt both battled alongside the late Pontiff, Caius I and various other warriors of notoriety. When triumph was secured, Valeska acquired the blade and bestowed it upon her Chieftain, Baldric, as an artifact to the tribe. - Apostate’s Conviction: The first enemy of the Vourkehardt tribe came near its founding and from within. Stein Vourkehardt, once an ally and brother of Baldric, disobeyed commander’s orders and broke oaths to both his Chieftain Baldric and his two Princes, Leon II and Alfred I. When he was slain in his cell after an escape attempt, he was resurrected through treacherous means. Upon his second death, Baldric lit the pyre that burned away his body with the very torch still preserved to this day. However, it is believed by the tribe that his body and soul continues to march on, ever present. - Ravenswood Steeds: The first military conflict that the Vourkehardts had participated in was Reinmar’s short, victorious war over Ravenswood. In the only raid to take place amidst this war, Baldric Vourkehardt bravely seized four stallions, three black and one white, of impeccable quality for his tribe. These were gifted to Anneliese, Wernher, and Valeska Vourkehardt. The first foal born from these steeds was taken by the Chieftain in gratitude for his efforts in the raid. House History: Hailing from humble beginnings, the troupe that would come to form the Vourkehardts first originated in the outskirts of Valdev. Therein, they made efforts to establish themselves as merchants to middling successes. Later, Baldric Vourkehardt, met and befriended one Wilhelm von Berkhoven in the square. He was told of opportunity within a burgeoning nation, the Principality of Reinmar. Though going at first alone, the rest of his troupe would eventually follow. After Baldric had become Blooded, elevated himself within the military, and proved himself in the sectors of law, he requested to form his own tribe. He founded the tribe alongside five others, most notably his future wife Valeska, her brother Wernher, and his adopted daughter Anneliese. Due to the betrayal against Reinmar by Stein Vourkehardt, the family found itself with a dwindling reputation despite their efforts to remedy and turn in the traitor. Baldric called to meet with leaders in Reinmar wherein he spoke of his tribe’s situation and asked for permission to leave after they had fulfilled all necessary obligations. Such a request was granted leading the Vourkehardts into the city of Portoregne. There, Baldric and Wernher were elected into the Senate, Baldric was raised to the position of Lieutenant in the Regiment of St. Lothar, Anneliese studied medicine, Valeska ran their treasury and business ventures, and Wernher mastered alchemy. Soon, their family grew with various births, marriages, and reconnections throughout the entirety of their family.

How do you come up with your ideas for your personas (they all seem very creative), do you draw inspiration from anything or is it on the whim of what you feel like doing? Signed, die hard Dhen Ma'al/Spuds fan and ceaseless Daal hater.

MC Name: FunkehMelon Discord: funkehmelon Image: Description of Image: Banner for the sigil of Vourkehardt family to put on storefronts Dimensions: 1x1

Baldric would read the flyer, smiling happily as bureaucracy was spreading even to the youngest of the Balian flock. He was ready to bring the flyer to his children with a bright smile until his eyes had arrived at the comments of his crippling defeat at the hands of the young Prince. Quickly, he crumpled the parchment together and threw it into a fire. "One day..." He thought, "One day I will be vindicated..."

MILITARY RANK PARITY ACT OF 117 B.A. Legislated and Decreed on 15th of Horen’s Calling, 117 BA INTRODUCTION In order to allow the seamless transition and continuance of a career in military within Balian, extended even to those of foreign orders, we will establish a formal path for one to retain earned rank and prestige. This will allow those who immigrate into Balian to not be dissuaded from having to begin anew and will be given the opportunity to showcase their merits directly to the Marshal of the Regiment of St. Lothar who will appoint them their earned rank. SECTION I: ELIGIBLE MILITARY BODIES I. For an immigrant to be appointed within the Regiment of St. Lothar at a rank similar to that of their previous position, the nation in which they previously held their rank must fulfill the following criteria: The Nation must be a current ally of the Kingdom of Balian The Nation must follow the Canonist faith. The Nation must not be in a State of War at the time of the immigrants departure. SECTION II: REQUESTING EVALUATION I. In order for one to request an evaluation, one must provide all of the necessary details and evidence to a high-ranking member of the Regiment of St. Lothar so that it may be passed along to the Marshal. Examples of necessary details and evidence are listed below. Signed letter from the Marshal or equivalent rank of the foreign military that they were apart confirming their rank and responsibilities. The approximate date at which point they joined and left their previous military organization, as well as their reasons for doing so. If desired by the Marshal, they must also seek out a medical or health professional to ensure that they are in an adequate physical state for the strenuous activity demanded by the Regiment of St. Lothar. II. Once the documentation has been provided, the Marshal will schedule an evaluation with the requester. This evaluation may be conducted by any that the Marshal deems fit to oversee such an assessment. SECTION III: EVALUATION I. The evaluation and all trials, challenges, and questions related to such will be up to the Marshal’s discretion. The results will be recorded and documented. II. If the requester believes that the evaluation or its results are unreasonable or dishonest, they may request the presence of the Domus Ministri, Magistrate, or those of either office for assistance in the matter to alleviate the issue. III. Once the Marshal has completed the evaluation and has affirmed the results, passing upon rank to the requester, the requester attains the aforementioned rank’s associated uniform and standard equipment. AD GLORIAM DEI, His Royal Majesty, Alexander II, by the Grace of GOD, King of Balian, Prince of Providence, Duke of Helena, Reutov, Sunholdt and Lorraine, Count of Pompourelia and Kositz, Viscount of Eflen and Anatis, Baron of Renzfeld, Brucca, Valens, Malenos, Montcoure and Ciavola, Lord of Portoregne, Atrus and Monterosa, Warden of La Costa Rubinissima, Keeper of of St Lothars Hold, Protector of the Heartlanders and the South, etcetera Her Royal Majesty, Lavanya of Cresonia, Queen-Consort of Balian, Princess of Providence, Duchess-Consort of Helena, Reutov, Sunholdt and Lorraine, Countess-Consort of Pompourelia and Kositz, Vicountess-Consort of Eflen and Anatis, Baroness-Consort of Renzfeld, Brucca, Valens, Malenos, Montcoure and Ciavola, Lady of Portoregne, Atrus and Monterosa, Protector of the Heartlands and the South, etcetera Father Ivan var Ruthern, Gran Orator of the Senate, Voice of His Majesty’s Legislature, Archbishop of the Archdiocese of Lotharia. Senator Baldric Vourkehardt, Member of the Balianese Senate, Chairman of the Via Avanza Party, Patriarch of House Vourkehardt Senator Wernher Vourkehardt, Member of the Balianese Senate Solebron Dekach, Domus Ministri of Balian Her Royal Excellency, Dame Gwenyth ‘The Unyielding’ Callista Vilac Vuiller, Constable of The Royal Balianese Duana, Marshal of the Regiment of Saint Lothar, Lady Sentinel of The Royal Sentinels, Garrison Commander of Fort Demetrio, Cavalier of The Order of Saint Michael

Baldric studies the flier, considering for a moment before turning to his brother-in-law, Wernher. "We need to fetch Griffin immediately."

SENATUS ASSEMBLY AUDIT REQUEST Requested on 17th of Owyn's Flame, 113 BA INTRODUCTION In accordance with the Section I, Article II, of the Transparency in Governance Act of 111 BA, the Senate has formally and unanimously voted in favor of requesting an impromptu audit from the Procurator. This request was issued by Senator Baldric Vourkehardt on the 11th of Peter’s Glory, 112 BA during the Senatus Assembly. Six of the seven Senators present, exemption being made to the absent Senator Hilda Adrianna Brawn, voted in favor of this request. The rationale for this audit is in line with the drafting, proposal, and passing of the utilized bill in that it is necessary to have the necessary knowledge of the finances within the nation so as to allow us as a collective to make informed decisions. Thus, the Procurator will be given up to two saintsweeks to present the requested documents during a session of the Senate in accordance with Section I, Article III of the Transparency in Governance Act. The information requested is specified to be an overview of the collected taxes or funds in a year and yearly expenses. However, no information on any citizen is requested at this time and may remain entirely private. AD GLORIAM DEI, His Royal Majesty, Alexandros II, by the Grace of GOD, King of Balian, Prince of Providence, Duke of Helena, Reutov, Sunholdt and Lorraine, Count of Pompourelia and Kositz, Viscount of Eflen and Anatis, Baron of Renzfeld, Brucca, Valens, Malenos, Montcoure and Ciavola, Lord of Portoregne, Atrus and Monterosa, Warden of La Costa Rubinissima, Keeper of of St Lothars Hold, Protector of the Heartlanders and the South, etcetera Father Ivan var Ruthern, Gran Orator of the Senate, Voice of His Majesty’s Legislature, Clergyman of the Archdiocese of Lotharia. Senator Baldric Vourkehardt, Member of the Balianese Senate, Chairman of the Via Avanza Party, Patriarch of House Vourkehardt

Name: Baldric Vourkehardt Age: 35 Residence: Glazier Avenue 1 Did you fill out the Census?: Yes (IGN: FunkehMelon) (Discord: FunkehMelon)