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A weary gaze passed over the letter, before a frown formed, Demetrius wept prior to the formal announcement. He'd shift through the corridors of the Ruthern Manor, arriving to his paters , Gaius var Ruthern, placing a hand upon the door. His exit was swift as he left for the Armada Base. "If pater can niet stand strong then Y will, for him, for Ruthern, for little Natalya.." He'd make part way down the great hall to the fortress entrance, passing the bust of Erik var Ruthern, a distant relative. The man simply collapsed into grief, his façade shattered as the pain washed over, leaving the man as hollow as a shell. For the remaining month, he remained dormant within the confines of his office. Only making time from mourning to glance over the common field reports which the Royal Balianese Armada dispatched to him.

A pair of eyes gazed at the missive, offering a single comment. "Atleast there jest some dobry news as of recent, Yam very surprised it was Charlotte though."

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Position Sought: Concio Full Name: Demetrius var Ruthern Age: 21 Address of Residence: Glazier Avenue 1 ((IGN: oryP)) ((Discord: oryp))

On the 11th of Amber’s Cold, A patrol composed of three Royal Balianese Marines and three foreign soldiers marched on to the captured Fort Alexandros within the Kingdom of Balian. Venturing beyond the bridge that led to the Fortress, before being spotted by the ‘Levy of Colut’ as they refer to themselves. The group was made up of Baron Carles Galbraith, Ensign John Augustus Galbraith, Viscount Konrad Alren Darkwood, Ser Leopold Alexander Haverlock, Julius John Haverlock, Gunner Legends, and Richard von Leopold. Out of this group, only few returned, most receiving injuries, some life threatening and permanent. The Royal Balianese Armada Officer Corps will be instating an Missing In Action order for the following soldier and foreign aid: Ser Leopold Alexander Haverlock, Julius John Haverlock, Richard von Leopold, and Viscount of Renduzzo Konrad Alren Darkwood. The rescue and return of these individuals is imperative, especially when that of a current member of the Kingdom of Balian peerage is in danger. Those who heed this call, be prepared to save these brave men who had fought valiantly for the sake of captured territory, for the third and favorably, final expedition into Fort Alexandros shall be scheduled within three saits days Signed, His Lordship, Demetrius var Ruthern, Knight Commodore to the Royal Balianese Armada

After reading the missive, a young Ruthern heir would freeze up. The dim light of a candle shining upon his face as he was sat within the confinements of his office inside the Kingdom of Balian. Few moments passed before a mixture of emotion rushed over the young man, whether it being confusion, aggravation, and sheer sadness. Demetrius moved to set the parchment on his desk, tilting his backwards ever so slightly till he had been face up to the ceiling, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y will miss vy." Moving to the wardrobe which rested in the corner of his room, opening a draw in which he would go on to remove an Aurum Dagger, removing the sheath and inspecting it carefully. Bringing the small blade to place it against his forehead. It all coming down soon after, Demetri would wail, falling to his knees before the wardrobe and allowing the dagger to clatter against the hardwood flooring of his office. Going on to spend long hours inside, with only the small sniffle and distinctive sound of muttering to be heard outside the door.

His Lordship, Demetrius, clasped his hands together. "Dobry, Y love the Vilacs, a kind House indeed." He'd smile upon the parchment, before setting it aside and returning to his respective duties.

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Standing within the forest just outside the walls of Nor'asath, an armor-clad mali'ker rages with great aggravation and distress '

Full Name: Demetrius var Ruthern Age: 16 Address of Residence: Glazier Avenue 1 ((IGN: oryP)) ((Discord: oryp))

12th of The Amber Cold, Year 135 of the Second Age. Jerry the Turtle has reigned as the High Terhir of the Principality from the earliest days of The Ashen Realm of Nor'asath. Only stepping down to become a subordinate of the current Primarch, Acria Jusmia who formally sat within the seat of High Terhir on the Heial’tahu. Shortly after his demotion, he would retire from the councils entirely, since his role as Nor'asath's mascot was decreased by the resignation of his caretaker, The Ex-Halerir Relnol Loa'Chil, who had many adventures with the turtle. On their journey together, the two would face numerous ups and downs. The collapse of Nor'asath's Capital separated them for a long time, as the Mori menace claimed the lands of Almaris. Eventually reuniting amid the mayhem that was Savoy. They were only momentarily separated as they traversed the continent of Failor. Relnol, being himself, had a tough time when stuck in Failor, only to stray into the sea and be saved by an old comrade. Being taken to the shores of Aevos' frigid tundra. Relnol seated his shelled companion on his back and set out in pursuit of his home, Nor'asath, which had been across the regions he was attempting to cross. Coming to a terrifying combat with a Thundermaw Raven, he was forced to retreat since he was outmatched. Suffering the consequences of a blow to the face, which would undoubtedly delay his return to Nor'asath. Jerry and Relnol would arrive at the city gates at the end of their voyage. Resting briefly before proceeding to the Clan Hall of Loa'Chil. A decade has passed, and Relnol is now lying contentedly across the Clan Hall fireplace with Jerry. Though disappointed, Jerry would use his remaining happy moments with Relnol Loa'Chil and Enomi Dravnu to strike. The aged turtle who had witnessed all manner of fighting within his land of Nor'asath came to a halt. Finally, closing his eyes and passing into the hereafter, he took his final breath surrounded by the warmth of the flame. Long live the Treasurer, Long live Jerry Loa’Chil.

The weary young Ruthern gazed upon the parchment before pinning it onto his wall as a constant reminder of his families success. Demetrius was as proud as ever of Ruthern's accomplishments.

The young Ruthern stared as Ledicort's final breath escaped his now lifeless body. "May vy find peace in the Seven Skies." Following his muttered words, he'd sign the lorraine over his chest.

FULL NAME: Demetrius Laonicus var Ruthern AGE: 14 RACE: Human RELIGION: Canonist ((MC name)): oryP ((Time Zone)): EST

A man fashioned with light armor would raise a pike. “Whom ever thought it was a good idea to attack the half men better try their damndest to survive this war.”

A weary Emir glances upon the parchment. “May the lands of Failor unite for the sake of the descendants.” Lujain released the missive, allowing it to collapse into a fire as he pressed onward to find an area of settlement for the Farfolk.

OOC: I did not know Jedi personally, though I have rped with them and seen them around with other members of house Kervallen. My condolences to all those who have been affected by this, especially their family. I apologize for not being able to rp with Jedi further and I hoped any rp that I had with them at the very least made it enjoyable.

Anvil Ears ran frantically across the domain of the Anvil, cackling aloud. "Praise the Anvil, Our Lord and Savior, for it holds magnificent power!"

An angry 'ker pouted in his redtown house. "Fuckin' 'ate blue town privileges."

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A young lord glanced upon the missive only briefly, making his thoughts to himself quick, and his words even more so. “Papej jest going to be sad, and Y will not be able to comfort him while Y am away at Vaska once the mori are gone.” An expression of remorse would form upon Demetrius’s face. “Szam that vy had to go through that, Borsa Reetus, Spasibo for our meeting. Y could tell vy were naturally kind.” Following his words, he’d sign the Lorraine, setting the parchment down before exiting his shared room to wander the streets of Savoy as he fidgeted with a Red Star from Erik var Rutherns time, a distant relative.

13th of The Amber Cold, 1924 Playing amongst the children of New Providence, Kendrick, one of the more extroverted kin of House Nightingale. Tall in stature and broad shouldered as he grew in age, skyrocketing through his adolescence. Into his teenage years he would go to become an Officer Cadet of the Imperial State Army. Quickly working his way through the Officer Academy, he'd land himself a position of Pennymaster and promoted to the rank of Ensign within the 1st Regiments 1st Brigade under Captain Vladrick var Ruthern. Contrary to his brother, Atticus Nightingale would accomplish many things during his time within Arichsdorf, enlisting into the House Guard and leading a fine team of stewards. Manfred von Arichsdorf would grant Atticus and his pedigree the Hamlet of Luscnia and gentry status, making way for Kendrick's return as the abrupt start of the Brothers War made way. The pair often coming to discordant banter with one another as they managed the Hamlet. Earning few tenants during the rise and fall of the Kingdom of Oren. Retired from the Imperial State Army, Kendrick lived his life away within the walls of Luscnia, surrounded by his siblings Atticus, Sergio, Penelope, Annuum, and Ida. With the death of Atticus, Kendrick became unhinged, inevitably he'd vanish. Without Atticus, the main jobholder of the family and only one to retain their status, the Hamlet slowly crumbled. One by one, the siblings perished with age, Penelope, Sergio, Annuum, leaving dearest Ida, one of the youngest alone. Kendrick lost himself in the realm of Almaris, his mind left in fragments as he had wandered aimlessly, the war and fall of Arichsdorf left him empty. First, only mere days went past, moving to weeks, then months, years, and finally decades. Having found his old home in shambles after so many years, he'd begin his search without further knowledge that many of his siblings had succumb to the passage of time. Travelling from lands far and distant, The Duchy of Minitz, the Kingdom of Haenseni-Ruska, the Kingdom of Balian, and many more. Ending in the Principality of Sedan, where he would find a middle-aged woman farming outside the gates of the city, it had been Ida. After long hours of futile attempts to convince his young sister that he was truly her brother, he had finally made a break through. After catching up to with what had occurred during his long treacherous travels, they settled on moving to the Viceroy of Hyspia. Plagued with infection, Kendrick now remained withered away in his quarters, long since had he seen the coasts of Luscnia. A decrepit smile manifested on his expression, his arm would raise upwards and reach towards the glistening sun that penetrated the curtains of his lodging. As he wilted away beneath the sheets of his bed, his arm fell, surrending to death with few final soft-spoken words. "Y will always love vy all, mea siblings." His eyelids falling as he slumped downward with a blissful smirk, his final thoughts being the children of Nightingale running rampant across the streets of New Providence.

The young lord glanced upon the parchment. Tossing it aside briefly after he noticed the title “Vy have but a single crow, And niet even the Rutherns.”

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