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A Vicechancellor was seen writing documents in his office though as time passed by so did his attention and soon it shifted towards the man that had given Philip a new cause within life. And so like many nights philip stood up late as he recalled the conversations he had with the Archchancellor of the Kingdom. And his own days as a man of the council of state. And finally he smiled the suns smile before dropping his quill onto what document he was writing and simply putting out the candle. The sun was shining onto the city of Providence oncemore as it did everyday. 

A Means to an End

While being preoccupied with matters of  apparent diligence in their Fort of [redacted] the pretenders forces once again have failed to protect the manors and estates in which they ‘rule’ over. It is a true shame to have to take such drastic actions against our cultural brethren within the Barony of Darkwood. It is however self-evident that the men of Darkwood have betrayed the Crown and lent their support to the craven pretender Peter. It is a true shame that the leader of the rebel army cannot even defend his own fiefdom. Until the frightened shells of men cowering within the walls of Fort [redacted] relent, the rest of their fiefs shall meet the same fate.

“The Darkwood Manor burning circa 1868”
 

With an iron sense of duty the men of Rivia have dealt the Darkwood rebels a blow they would do well not to forget. Let it be known that any man who defies the righteous King Fredrick shall be dealt the same just retribution. We do not wish for further suffering to occur in this war alas until the men of Fort [redacted] relent, by the right and dignity of the sword the men of Rivia shall continue to lay waste to the petty fiefdoms and lands disregarded by the cravens who hide within their Fort of [redacted]. 

Ave King Fredrick I.

Long may he reign.

Signed,

His Excellency, Vice Chancellor Philip Rupert Archibald Galbraith, 2nd Viscount of Rivia 

The Honourable, Baron Varon Draskovic

Lord Commander Montgomery "Pisspot" Potte the Goldbarber of Providence

William ‘Big’ Potte

Sir Gustaf 

Guillaume Louis

Augustus Rozenfeld of Blackvale

Wulfstan Whitneye

Osmond Ashes

Brandon Boswen

An Official Statement from the Viscounty of Rivia

On the 17th of the Sun’s Smile 1868 the 3rd Baron of Rivia and Heir to the Viscounty of Rivia was murdered on account of his loose tounge, by Andrezj Ivanovich the Baron of Cherskavy. The Viscounty condemns the actions of both Barons, Rivia and Cherskavy. As a result of the war against the pretender “Emperor” Peter, the House of Galbraith shall withhold any judgment until after the conflict has concluded as we recognise that the ability of individuals such as the Baron of Cherskavy trumps minor justice in the short term. We hope to receive adequate compensation as a result of the loss of our heir George Octavius after the rebellious Prince of Providence is defeated. 

Ave King Fredrick I.

Long may he reign.

Signed,

His Excellency, Vice Chancellor Philip Rupert Archibald Galbraith, 2nd Viscount of Rivia

The Vicechancellor smiles the suns smile as he reads the Accord. 

FEALTY TO FREDERICK I

C. 1868

The House of Othaman has stood true to thee of time, retaining martial loyalty to the forms of Orenia. By decree of the Sovereign, we have followed, however, there comes a time today where we must evaluate which to follow. We refuse to swear towards the weak Prince Peter, who will lead our Empire to disaster.

Let it be known to all that the Viscounty of Valles and its subjects remain loyal to the legal successor, His Royal Majesty Frederick I. We will continue to uphold our noble oath and obligations.

SIGNED,

The Right Honorable, Marus Jahan Othaman, Viscount of Valles

Lord Markov Othaman, Regent of Valles

An Oath of Fealty

On the 12th of Owyns Flame 1868 the Viscounty of Rivia swears fealty towards the rightful King Fredrick I. It is with this oath that we, the lords of Rivia swear to protect the King and Country with our lives. That we, the lords of Rivia swear to uphold the laws of the Kingdom. And it is with this oath that we swear to pledge loyalty towards the King and take up arms against those that wish to harm him. 

And shall it be henceforth known that the Viscounty of Rivia shall uphold this vow until the end of times.

Long live the Kingdom of Oren

Long live the King

Signed, 

The Rt Hon. Philip Rupert Archibald Galbraith, 2nd Viscount of Rivia, Secretary of Foreign Affairs 

The Hon. George Octavius Galbraith, 3rd Baron of Rivia, Heir to the Viscounty of Rivia 

SURNAME: Lulianus

FIRST NAME: Publius

ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Anne Caroline Canal 2

PARTY STATUS: Independent

DISTRICT/MUNICIPALITY/ARCHDIOCESE OF CANDIDACY: Providence

YEAR OF BIRTH: 1841

Are you registered and eligible to vote? Yes

Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1854)? No

If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes

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A Viscount smiled the suns smile as he looked towards the ceiling of his room in the Viscounty of Rivia "I completely forgot I had a sister. Finally she married the wedding was great! And no shadow people there...WILLIAM POTTE! WILLIAM WHERE ARE YOU? I NEED TO MAKE SURE MY SISTER DOES NOT GET KILLED BY THE SHADOW PEOPLE" The Viscount yelled until he finally fell  back asleep. 

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2 hours ago, grnappa said:

Finally, Sir Erik Othaman could take a well-deserved nap without a constant stream of letters. Yawning, he'd scratch his back as his mind drifted off to his time in the Eye of Man, a smile adorning his visage.

The Viscount of Valles sighs as he knocks on his Great Great Grandfathers door. "It is time for vyr medications again, please take them! Vy were yelling at the walls again last night!"

Deep into the night a scream could be heard within the depths of valles. A woman lying in a bed surrounded by servants and doctors. A scream of agony breaking the silence of valles with words of comfort being given to her. And soon after another scream followed with time passing so did the shouts of agony increase. 5 minutes. 4 minutes. 3 minutes.

 A man sitting in a chair observing the scene. Eyes widened by the shouts of agony heard from that woman he loved. And so as the shouts increased and became faster so did the man stand up from his chair, however blocked by a servant he could not reach her. "Lord Othaman, we shall handle this situation. Please return to your seat." 

And return he did as he waited and waited for the shouts and screams of the woman to be over. His Impatience and his worries growing evermore as her shouts and screams did not falter.

And finally an announcement was heard by a doctor. The news spreading around the manor like a wildfire. A boy was born that day.

"Marus Jahan Othaman.'' The mother announced, her voice exhausted but trembling with love for the newborn babe. And the father overcome with joy could not wait to pen a letter.

“The county of Valles is proud to announce the birth of the Grand-Heir of Valles Marus Jahan Othaman and wishes to announce that the wife of the future count is healthy and currently residing with the babe. The Godfather of the child shall be Joseph Clement de Sarkozy, Duke-Consort of Westmarch, Baronial-Heir of Pompourelia, Monsignor of Providentia.

Signed 

Nikolai Vladislav Othaman

Heir to the County of Valles”

Within the Castle of Rivia an heir lurked in the meat room of the keep. Screaming and crying for the death of his Father.

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The Early History of House Othaman; Duke Jon the warrior.

The current House Othaman coat of Arms

As long as there has been an Empire, there has been an Othaman to fight its battles. For generations, the Othamans were a simple smallfolk family that toiled the land and fought with their lords in battle. After the Exodus period in Anthos following Emperor Horen’s reign, Godfrey’s successor, the Northern lands of the Empire were less populated than years past since the departure of the Teutonic Order. It was an Othaman by the name of Jon that joined the settling party there under the Kingdom of Herendul.

Jon, born as a nomad merchant traveling the roads to sell goods with his mother throughout the continent, eventually stumbled upon the Kingdom of Herendul. Recruited by the Crown Prince of Herendul Jon began his military career with the Winterguard, the army of the Kingdom of Herendul. He quickly ascended through the ranks, obtaining the second in command position. However, the Kaptain of the Winterguard was the Crown Prince of Herendul, and seeking to continue to prove himself to the Kingdom, Jon petitioned for a joint plan to the King of Herendul and the Emperor. 

Since the Exodus, Oren had lost its greatest military minds and soldiers. The enemies of Oren took quick upon its weakened prey, and the Dwarves engaged in a series of wars to fracture and destroy humanity. The Grand Kingdom of Urguan lay to the South with nothing but a series of independent plots of land near the Cloud Temple to prevent the Dwarves from marching into Oren once more. Jon’s plan was simple. He and his fellow men that he had recruited would conquer and unite the lands around the Cloud Temple to provide a buffer between the Dwarves and Humanity. Jon’s plan was taken well, and with a mixture of his charisma and military might, he and his men began consolidating the region. It was an untilled land, situated on a main road with the Wood Elves to the North, Orcs to the South, Dwarves to the South East, and remnants of Mankind to the East. 

And so the Winterguard Jon Othaman, received the Viscounty of Valles, bestowed upon him by the Kingdom of Herendul and King Edward II Winter. And eventually that famed warrior was elevated towards the status of a marquis by King Edward II for his continued show of competency and force. 

And with the continued success of Marquis Jon and the strength of the Red Cross, Valles ascended to a duchy with Jon as the holder, however still sworn under the now Archduke Edward of Herendul, who had subjugated the former Kingdom into the Empires fold. The new Duke of Valles soon requested the end of his oath towards the winter as they could no longer perform their duties and responsibilities as liege. The Winters had abandoned Othaman and with that they had abandoned their vassal. The Othamans were then sworn under the Imperial House of Carrion and the Empire itself directly.

Eventually Duke Othaman marched with 7 of his men towards an elven village, his orders were to decimate the population and so he did. Although the destruction of the village was not all that had happened. From the distance that Duke could already see the men of Teuton appearing from the distance. The teuton force outnumbered the othamanic force 3 to 1 and so the Duke of Valles and his men fought bravely and vigorously against the enemy force, however to no avail the men of Valles were outnumbered by the enemy force and soon after most of the othamanic force had fallen with only Jon and a loyal friend to remain alive. Wounded. Nearing Death. In the distance the duke of Valles could see banners, blurring into his eyesight. Upon first glance he thought it was another enemy force, however to his surprise they were not the enemy, but men of the White Rose. And so the Duke of Valles fell. And with the death of the first Duke of Valles followed another man into his footsteps. A man known for his prowess in war, his skills on the battlefield and for his role within the dukes war. His son and heir, Tarcell Othaman, second Duke of Valles, but that is a tale for another time.

written and published by Lord Nikolai Othaman

Grand Heir to the county of Valles

A basridi youth sheds a tear for his fallen friend. Oh how he wished for Alec to have persisted longer. How he wished for the man who had honoured the basridi with his deeds. And onto that tear another one fell. And another one. That Basridis best friend had died and he could not have stopped it. 

The young Othamanic Heir, who is not maidenless, wishes to one day execute all of the Traditions. 

7 hours ago, Fie said:

The Duchess of Cathalon seemed bewildered upon hearing of the statement. She ran across the hall, dodging multiple of the household attendants and bolted outside. The short trip to Rivia was made in record-breaking speed and as Andrea Fredericka finally burst into the sitting room of her grandparents, she pointed an index finger upon her cousin. With burning lungs and heaving shoulders, the child wanted to know:

"W- when- when y-you go t..." she coughed, wheezed and panted, trying to catch her breath, "to- Haense, you- you'll bring back a gift for me, right?"

Unfortunately for that Duchess, the othamanic youth was nowhere to be found in Rivia anymore for he had departed to Valles shortly after her arrival instead the young Othaman prepared his departure towards the Kongzem in Valles, surrounded by his servants. And so the duchess of Cathalon seemed to have pointed on poor George Octavius, Nikolais favorite Cousin, whom he had informed of his departure to Valles. And with that in mind, the duchess of Cathalon must feel really bad now. @Fie @𝖂𝖆𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖓