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There is nuance to every incident.
However, playing on LOTC is not a right, a necessity. It is a privilege and a luxury. If you do something unsavory, and because of it you get permanently banned, exactly how awful is that? It is not taking your food, shelter, means of survival. It is disallowing the use of this attempted safe space we all know and love called LOTC. Do we give people the benefit of the doubt whilst opening up this safe space for the potential of re-offense? If they do reoffend, it will only look bad on those who chose to give the second chance.lotc is not some need, necessity, giver of meaning. It is a roleplay minecraft server.
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What focus-area of the Moderation Team interests you the most?
Handling Tickets and forum enforcement
Why have you decided to apply for the Moderation Team?Firstly, I will say that this application was not made due to the current turbulent situation within the moderation team. It has been a long time coming, and it just so happened to coincide with the recent events.
I have always had an interest in joining the moderation team, though only applied once before several years back. That application did not pan out. I do understand why at the time I was not seen as the best candidate to join the team. Recently, I've felt compelled to apply once more, even though I know rejection is always an option. For the past year, I've been on Story team as an event builder, which for the time has satiated my desire to assist the player base on a very small scale. Now, along with my current role on ST I would like to also assist in other ways, primarily player safety and overall moderation.
What can you offer to the team?I apologize that this looks like a job applications!
First and foremost, assistance. Its no secret that at any given time there are two, maybe three or four mods online at peak hours on a given day. I would also hazard that the moderation team have some of the highest ticked requests made out of all the teams, and less people to take those tickets than others as well. I cannot promise to solve this ever-present need for ticket handling, that would be foolish to claim. But I can at least promise I will be active in my time on the team in alleviating what I can manage.
Second, I have the capability to deal with the things I know I will see if I am on the team on a mental level. The dark side of a roleplay server, the ERP logs, the harassment claims, and worse. I can handle these situations with unclouded judgement and fair ruling across the board, that is a promise. In my profession IRL, I deal with situation not quiet similar but just as dark on a regular basis, and have adapted.
Lastly, fairness across the board. I have made many friends on this server, and I would bet all my money that all of them would say that I will call them out on their crap if I see it. It doesn't matter that we are friends, whatever it may be I will call them out on it. This would also be true if I were in moderation. That being said, if there is a situation where I may seem bias at all by the players involved or the situation, I will seek another mod member to take my place so as to not unintentionally give bias verdict. That's not always possible however, thus I will do my best :)
If you were the Mod Admin, what would you change about the server?
One of the largest and most commonly brought up issue I see is lack of consistence between mod verdicts. Nuance is a tricky thing to work with in each situation, but in my opinion in most simple situations that occur on the server, it is better to stick to the same verdicts and punishments for cases that involve the same situations. Implementing a sort of checks and balances could assist in this endeavor, mods could write a very very brief TLDR of the mod interventions they performed and their verdict which would then be submitted in a moderation ticket report chat channel on the staff discord. Then, if there is ever a question between other mods about what to do in the situation that is not explicitly outlined in the server rules, they can quickly look it up in this channel to use as a guideline for how it was previously handles. This chat channel will also have permission set to disallow editing of previous comments, in case bad actors wish to fabricate previous incidents they moderated. that would be a contingency, not the norm of course.
Its not a fully fleshed out idea, and it has flaws such as taking the time to write the short reports and making sure it is utilized instead of rouge verdicts being had. But I feel its an idea that others may be able to branch from and make into a properly implemented guide for the moderation team that will in end create a more equal and unbiased mod ruling across the board.
Attach relevant media or links. (Portfolio)SpoilerBelow is a post I made two years ago after experiencing one of my first warclaims on the server. I add this post as a reference for two reasons, first being that it was the first and only OOC post I made regarding server events. A fair majority of this post contains views I still agree with, the other half hold views I have slightly changed my stance on, which brings me to my second reason for including it. As you can see from the dates, my moderation application was made a month after this post went up, and I used this post as one of my references then. When my app was denied, I talked in brief with ItDontMatta about the reasons behind the denial of my application. Without going further into detail, a section of content within this post was one of the main factors in my applications rejection. At the time, I admit I felt that this was a slightly petty decision to base my rejection on this post nearly solely. Now I do understand why, and I no longer agree with the section that caused the rejection. Looking back, whilst I attempted to make a fair concise post, I also was a hypocrite in my words. I included screenshots of OOC chats said by moderation that day at the peak of the anger from the player base, not blurring their names, and likely bringing unjust ire to them in doing so. It is unfair to portray these people in the light I did without considering how difficult their last few hours likely were as they attempted to troubleshoot issue after issue whilst also responding to innumerable angry players. Its completely understandable that they were short and sarcastic in these screenshots. I say this was hypocritical of me because at the end of the post I wrote:
"Thank you to all the staff members who dealt with today’s forest fire. You were the ones ultimately burned, and a lot of you for no fault of your own. No one deserves to be harassed over a Minecraft server plugin."
I fully admit that I did a disservice to the staff that worked that day with this post, though unintentionally. I was the paparazzi who captured the staffs worse moments and aired them for the server to see, yet also stated they do not deserve harassment for their work. This post was the reason I did not apply for moderation again until now, and it would not be a fair application if I did not mention it and how I have grown from that time.
Below is my previous application, in case review is needed.
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10 hours ago, Aesopian said:
It would have been completely hilarious had this entire post been a fat person’s monologue, their ‘song’ before they die from being too fat.
Well, Ezren wasn’t the thinest man ever… he enjoyed lemon cake with his chunky son
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[!] Above is a not so primitive rendering of the mans brother-in-law
[!] Following the notice of the Prince-Consorts death, this pre-written missive was published throughout covenant lands [!]
Hola, it is with a very heavy heart I am forced to write this missive. I am dead, and if you are reading this it is because my dear brother-in-law is still single at the time of my death. Thus, I must resort to a long ago method of matchmaking- the public missive.
Since this technique worked so well for my Tio Casimir when I was but a boy, I shall stick to tried and true methods! And as his favorite brother-in-law, it is my duty to make sure he does not die alone. Without further ado, let me introduce the man, the myth, the legend himself!
His name is Enrico Amadeus Novellen
He is the Count of Abretta, and the youngest brother to Queen Sybille I (My lovely wife)
He is melancholic, and maidenless
I'm not that good a judge of looks, but I would say he is dashing
He is very very VERY tenderhearted!
He is shy, so feel free to make the first move!
Please send any inquiries to Enrico personally. Also compliment his hair, just to break the ice.
Any and all inquiries should NOT send a letter to yours truly, as I am dead.
Ezren Elijah Novellen of Tuvia, Prince-Consort of Balian,
Best brother-in-law
SpoilerEnrico's Persona Username: Garentoft
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"Do you know, Son of Man, what makes a man great?"
"Death"In the din of the darkness that began to engulf the prince-consort as his head was crushed under the force of the creature's grasp, a memory played softly from the depths of the man's mind.
“¡Madre madre!” a young boy's voice called excitedly, his small hand pointing out towards the ocean “Look! What is that?”
Callista, the boy's mother, bent down beside him, smiling “That is a Bellena, a Whale. They are the biggest fish in all the sea! “
Ezren, all of five years of age let out a gasp, his eyes glittering with wonder “A whale… I want to be a whale when I'm all grown.”
“Why is that hijo?” His mother looked to him, likely expecting a childish answer, or no reason at all.
The boy kept his gaze locked on the immense sea creature as he answered “If I'm that big, I'll be able to protect everyone I love!”
The scene was swallowed by the darkness edging around his mind, the word love echoing like a deep chasm. The memory was replaced by a singular person.
Sibyl
The young girl who was pushed into a small creek by that same boy. The adolescent princess, standing behind Ezren as orcs attempted to rob the two teenagers. The young woman walking from the back of the church towards him, the most radiant smile on her face. The Queen who stood at the frontlines of war for her people.
His only wish was for her safety and happiness.
“MALCHEDIAEL, AENGUL OF COURAGE!”
The phrase that once uttered, ushered in the final paragraph of Ezren Elijah Novellen's existence. It came to him naturally, like the warm embrace of a parent. He no longer felt pain, his wounds mended, and his body ablaze with the patrons burning aura. He fought once more, remade anew and stronger than before. It was for naught but to give time- time for aid to come to his loved one. And it came as the clanging of metal and crackle of fire pierced the engulfed building. John Galbraith and Gwenyth Vuiller entered the burning church, pulling at Sybille I as she fought to get past the gate.
It was enough.
"Goodbye, mi amor"
Sorrow, Peace, Acceptance. Once the others came, the prince-consort fell once more a final time. The fight was finished, and a victor was had, and his soul was reclaimed by Malchediael.
[!] These letters and will were written up at the news of the continuation of the war, and instructed to be dispersed to their intended recipients should the Prince-consort perish in battle.
To Enrico @garentoft
SpoilerIt is unfortunate that you might receive this letter before I can witness your nuptials with a lifelong partner. I prayed for a long time that you would find happiness just as I have with your elder sister. Whilst we may have been brother-in-laws, you were more of a best friend and true brother. To assist in aiding your search, I have instructed that upon my death (should you still be single) a missive shall be spread across the lands exuding the sublime nature of the bachelor Enrico Amedeus Novellen. I ask you to look after my children, as their uncle. They are still young and impressionable, and I hope that you can guide them when they are lost. Thank you for being my closest friend, brother.
To Ephrem and Callista Kervallen @ECS1999 @Lmcfc
SpoilerI cannot imagine the pain of losing a child before your own demise. If you read this, that dreadful fate has irrefutably occurred, just as it had with Estella many years ago. Madre, do not weep for me, for I'll be in a better place. Ezequiel needs his parents to show courage in the face of sorrow, so he can grow up strong and persevere for the Viscounty. Padre, I know I was never the best student. If I was being graded, I would have failed a long time ago simply for attendance reasons. But I cherish the knowledge you passed onto me, the blessing you bestowed so that I could protect my own familia one day. Whilst I don't know the nature of my own death, that would be strange indeed, I hope that your lessons paid off in the end.
To Ophelia @comatoseprincess
SpoilerLittle Bird, how your smile shines so brightly that all sorrow is dispelled from the room when you enter. I pray that that smile will continue on well past my time. You may mourn, but never forget to smile. Grow up strong and steadfast like your madre. Do what you want with your life, never let anyone tell you otherwise. My only regret is not being there as you grow up. But always know I will be watching, proud for whatever you do. Papa always loves you.
To Elianos @Lirinya
SpoilerEli, you have so much pride, I cannot help but see myself in you. I know that I may not be your favorite parent, being the disciplinarian. But I do so only out of love. I hope you do not resent me for leaving you so soon, before I can see how you have changed. But I will be watching, smiling, laughing at all your triumphs in life moving forward. I know you are going to excel in life and become the man I know you will. Look out for Ophelia. And try not to scare away any of her future suitors too harshly. Maybe somewhat harshly. I digress. Show heart, courage, strength, and never forget your pride without letting it consume you. You are my little tiger.
To Ariadne @_yink_
SpoilerAri, you are my little bunny, quiet and sublime. I know it would be too much to ask you not to grieve, though I hope it will not engulf your bright personality. You asked me the other night to teach you how to make fish tacos, and I have not done so thus far. So I leave you the recipe here:
1.) Catch a fish, any large ocean dwelling fish will do.
2.) Give the fish to the palace chef or your Abuela
3.) Receive fish tacos
It is a very simple three step process you see! Truth be told, I was never a beuno cook. All those fish tacos I said I prepared? It was all the palace chefs doing. I did catch the fish though. I digress though. Papa is always proud of you, no matter where you go and what you do. Ill always be there, right by your side. I love you very much, my little bunny.
To Alexandros @Harald
SpoilerXander, at one point in time I thought I would lose you and your madre whilst she was captured before the start of the war. You have grown up in trying times, amidst the clatter of armor and clash of swords. There is more to life than war though, and do not forget your own kind soul. Much will be asked of you one day. The mantle will be passed, and a heavy weight will be on your shoulders. Do not shoulder it alone however. Look to friends, family, loved ones for support. And for their support you must give back peace and prosperity, and if needed, war and bloodshed. In the eyes of the public, everything you do should be done for the people. But in private, do not hesitate to indulge in a slice of lemon cake, a jest with family, or a lament for those lost. You are human just like everyone. Cherish these younger years, and please look after your madre for me. I love you very very much, Xander.
To Mi Amor @HIGH_FIRE
SpoilerSibyl, my heart, my angel. I lived only for myself for a while, though once I grew some and saw your nature, I could only think of living for you. You hold a position that you were not born to obtain, but I will be the first to say that there could be no better ruler to hold it. Strength, authority, grace, mercy. That is who you are, and who you are showing our children to become. You will be just fine, I know you will. Hatred is an emotion I hope to never see cross your features again, as you deserve only joy after all you have been through. Do not begrudge those who have sought me meet my end so soon, for I will not. I have lived to see four beautiful children who reflect your nature, and lived to see you wear the crown that looked to be made to sit upon your head. I do not regret my life, and will not regret my death. I will always be watching from the seven skies, and when your time comes long long from now, I'll be there with open arms to tell you you did enough. Goodbye, mi amor.
The Will of Ezren Elijah Novellen of Tuvia
- To each of my children I divide my savings to 100 mina for each child.
- My remaining possessions, barring the sword “Splendes Ulmi” , be divided equally amongst my children.
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The sword “Splendes Ulmi” shall remain in the possession of my lawful wife, Sybille I, until a time when she feels fit or after she has passed, at which point it shall return to the Peer of Tuvia, whichever is in possession of the title at the time.
- If the peerage of Tuvia is disbanded, the sword will be passed onto Ezequiel Kervallen or his eldest offspring, eldest grandchild, and so on and so forth.
[OOC Note]
SpoilerThank you to everyone who made this persona memorable. To @ECS1999and @Lmcfc for giving me the chance to play their child, and especially to @HIGH_FIRE, @garentoft, and @Harald for always being there for me IRP and OOC. Ezren's time was shorter than expected, but I am not dissatisfied with the way he went. The RP and CRP were great, and I hold no ill will towards anyone involved. I wish everyone the best, and will be back after a short hiatus with a new persona.
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MC Name: Sapphirepool
Discord: Sapphirepool
Image: https://imgur.com/a/2w1I4tf
Description of Image: Queen Sybille I of Balian
Dimensions: 2 wide, 3 high
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Girl your making me actually cry with this reply 😭 @MissToni
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5 hours ago, LazyBacon220 said:
Casimir Marius Vilac wept. No child deserves such a grim fate. No parent should have to grieve their lost child. And no one should take the right of a parent to lay to rest their daughter. His hands trembled as he rose from his desk. And his eyes blazed with anger, a raging storm that seemed ready to burst. He exited his manor in Portoregne and made his way over to the Vuiller keep, clad in armour, helmet, and all. As he arrived, he passed the bloodstained patch of ground where poor Marjorie met her end. A curse exited his mouth as he entered, seeking out his niece… “Of this I vow, the world will burn for they did to your daughter” he muttered to Gwenyth before embracing her @_yink_
The steady tap of a cane echoed behind Casimir as he entered the Vuiller keep, Persephone Maxima d'Atrus-Vilac slowly coming to a halt behind the embraced pair. Her face was stoney, marred by long ago scars and sightless eyes. She waited, perhaps in her old mind thinking that if she simply waited then the little girls voice would echo out, calling that she was alright and to not be sad. But just as her eyes saw nothing, her ears heard no voice of her great granddaughter. She turned to an attendant standing sentry off to the side "Tell Gwendel to get his armor" she rumbled, her voice deep with malice and hatred. @Harald
Throughout the day, a great ruckus was made within the Vuiller keep. Initially servants hurrying too and fro, whispers passing between them. Then the clanging of armor as guards joined in a search for something. Rosemary Vuiller Senior had long ago stopped inquiring about the day to day pleasantries that occur around her. The eldest Vuiller sat in her quant room, patching holes in children's clothes. It had become her newest passion, since her great great great grandchildren started playing outside and snagging threads in shrubs.
A deep, despairing baritone cry rang out down every hall, room, corner of the keep. Rosemary paused and looked down as a small dot of crimson pricked her finger where the needle had startled into her flesh. Mystified, she gazed at the small bubble grow before breaking its bounds and streaming a small path to drip onto the Childs dress she was mending. "Magda, what ungodly affair has occurred that such a cry is heard from my family?" She spoke softly, setting the garment down to look at the handmaid sitting diagonal to her. It took only a minute for Magda to inquire in the halls and come back with tears streaming her cheeks. "L-lady Marjorie", eeked from the maids lips as if a sin in itself to say. Many had passed to the seven sky's during her long arduous years, and the old woman had taken each passing with poise and sadness. But today she wailed, cursing the name of GOD and clutching the Childs dress to her frame as if an old friend. She prayed for her heart to finally give out from the years of endless streams of wills, death notices, and lost goodbyes. But it still beat, strong and relentless. And so Rosemary would continue to suffer.
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Ezren Of Tuvia looked down at his blade as the scrape of the sharpening stone whisked across its gleaming moonstone surface. Methodical, almost in a trance did the sound flick off the stone. Finally he stopped, looking out across the fields which lay between the covenants encampment and the doorstep of Veletz. Lifting the sword up, he pointed the tip towards the fortress, looking down the shaft of the blade with one eye. “Soon. Soon they shall reap what they sowed for decades. It all began with Adria, and it shall end with Adria.” He lowered the sword, his face showing not glee but sadness. “May GOD show mercy on the innocents who made their home within these lands, for their lords folly shall soon reign blood. And may those lords see their errors in the seconds before death, and beg for forgiveness, so that perhaps their souls may still reach the seven skys”
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2 hours ago, HIGH_FIRE said:
Sybille would take a deep sigh as she read over the missive. She'd turn to her handmaiden and nod slowly "I should imagine you do..." It was almost as if Sybille could hear the problems this could cause coming from a mile away.
Ezren glanced over the missive after sybille, a hefty sigh and shake of his head following. He opened his mouth to say something, though closed it soon after and just looked at Sybil, his face saying all that needs to be said.
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In the south of the continent, Prince-Consort Ezren’s eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he read the name, then re-read it.
“Mi abuelo?” He exclaimed. A laugh arose from his chest “that old man is good at everything as is, why should I be surprised!”.
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A reply was swiftly penned thereafter
"Segnor d'Viuva, it speaks loudly towards your character that you would choose to issue a duel over the act of calling you Lucian, instead of your excellency whilst awaiting the fate of my wife as she underwent a procedure. Perhaps it was when I asked you leave me be after you started to chastise over this slip up. I also must wonder what else you see as a slight towards yourself? The only previous incident I can recall is that of when you first came to balian and enlisted, where you refused to heed my command of silence when you spouted off against the nation of balian for, quote "Hiding behind walls" whilst our enemy was at our gate. Apart from that, I have scarcely interacted with you. If these two incidents are all it takes to have such disdain brought on a person, I simply pray for your furious soul. Seeing as the challenge has been issues, I must ask the terms. I cannot fathom it would be to the death.
This is neither an acceptance nor denial. My thoughts are but with my family and nation, and not a perturbed man who cannot take any form of criticism without calling foul play. You shall have an answer soon."[!] As with the challenge, this reply was posted next to the original letter on the notice board.
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“We brought war to their lands? Dios! Who would have thought that the capturing and coercing of the crown princess of Balian would cause such a thing! Not to even mention whilst she was in her last month of pregnancy with the future monarch!” Prince-consort Ezren of Tuvia rolled his eyes, flicking the paper, “To demand we drop all reference of orenian heritage before letting our princess go, then stating you have no qualms with our heritage and culture? I dare say that this lady Easworth may suffer memory loss.” The man tsked, tossing the missive aside. “Lest the citizenry of Veletz forgets, it was their own lords who housed those who kidnap women and children. We gave them ample opportunity to oust those ingrates from their lands, yet they sought destruction on themselves and their people. A true shame.”
The father of that once kidnapped child within the womb sought out his son, now of the age of five, so they might continue their fishing lesson.2 -
Outside the chambers stood several figures awaiting the return of the Princess Sibyl who had entered. Ezren held the twin babies, whilst Xander and Ariadne stood by his side, each unable to fully comprehend what was transpiring within. He stood in silent vigil, only breaking to hush the babies small cries. It felt as if they knew before any others that the nation was without its king. Soon after, Sibyl exited, and with her came the new reign. The reign of Sybille I.
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An elderly woman with sightless eyes and black hair muddled with white streaks pondered endlessly within her chambers of the Vilac estate. It distressed Persephone that she could not hardly remember her nephews own face. She had never seen his face whilst he was Adrian, and she could only recall the times of his youth- Hadrian. Whilst she did not recall his features, she recalled the troublemaking nature of his youth with a small smile. How far had that troublesome young heir come from those days within Atrus. Truthfully, he always had the makings of a kind ruler. Some boyish faults were had, but despite that he didn't let it hold him back. She hoped that soon, she could view him fully alongside her frate, Alexander and her pater, John. Gwendel ( @Harald ) and her were of a generation long forgotten, and she felt their time was nearing.
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Ezren would smile proudly as he looked towards his wife, the first Queen Regent of Balian. His heart swelled with joy as he pictured the future of their nation. That evening as he sat beside their eldest son and heir as the boy was tucking into bed, he began his nightly storytelling with the reign of a queen whos queendom would rival all the previous kingdoms before it. The story did not yet have an ending, for the boy was long in slumber before even the midpoint. The father smiled fondly at the small figure, bending down to kiss Xander's forehead before blowing out the candle at the bedside.
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Very lovely song! Good job Alamo, maple!
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Just now, TeawithFrisket said:
(Dang Sarah really got the short stick- I’ll upvote the pk post)
SpoilerShe just wanted a christmas event T_T
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Prince Ezren of Tuvia sighed heavily at the notice presented to him whilst he held his newborn twins. “It was their own decision to house and coddle those of breakwater keep that led to innumerable deaths of their people in past battles, and the loss of their GODS benevolent grasp. Let them come and the crabs shall feast on their flesh.”
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Gaudia Balianae Duellum
11th of Sun's Smile in the year of our lord, 88 BA
Despite all which has transpired in these past years, there shall always be joy to celebrate when a new life is brought into this world. This day welcomes two infants into the palace of Balian after a short labour. Born within a mere ten minutes of each other, the infants are in sound health and humour.
The girl bears a strong resemblance to her father, with wispy brown locks of hair that shine slightly of red hue in the sunlight. The boy has darker hair which is found in both parents' ancestry. Their eyes are as deep a blue as the oceans that lap the shore of their home. They are each named following tradition as such,
Her Royal Highness, Princess Ophelia Johanna Novellen
His Royal Highness, Prince Elianos Hadrian Novellen
Signed by,
HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Princess Sibyl Gwyneth, Princess of Monterosa and Duchess of Atrus
HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Prince Ezren Elijah, Duke-Consort of Atrus
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1 hour ago, Harald said:
The little heir, Alexandros Casimir would stumble wih his steps with the aid from his father Prince Ezren, his tiny arms reaching for his new sister with a bright smile upon his face.
The young heir's father promptly lofted the boy up into the air to get a better view of the baby girl "This is your hermana, hijo." Ezren spoke with great pride.
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On 12/3/2023 at 11:14 PM, Harald said:
Within the Balian palace a cry could be heard from a little child once Sibyl and Ezren returned home, small arms reaching out and up in the air from the heir's crib. @HIGH_FIRE @SapphirePool
Ezren removed his dust covered helm as he came into the palace, running a hand across Xander's forehead to brush the baby's wispy locks from his eyes.
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“Mi’lady” a tentative voice spoke out towards an extremely elderly woman, the maid holding a missive.
The aged lady Rosemary Vuiller sighed, adjusting her spectacles “no need to be so cautious, Magda. The only time I receive news from the outside is when a family member reaches the seven sky’s. Come, who is it this time?” She gestured over towards the seat across from her.The elder had little recollection of her great granddaughter apart from meeting her when the girl was very young.
“War takes everyone. Those who are left waiting for their loved ones to return from battle are the ones who suffer in the end. Oh how I long to see my kin again. Magda, shall I enlist in the armada? Maybe that will hurry along my arrival to the seven sky’s!” She let out a chuckle, whilst her poor maid sat in discomfort at the comment.
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49 minutes ago, HIGH_FIRE said:
After assessing the Balianese soldiers coming home from the battle, Sibyl would call to her husband “Ezren! Ready your weapons, we will not soon be leaving the battlefield!” She spoke with a sigh as she looked to her Alexandros Casimir with a small smile on her face “Rest well Xander, we will protect you with our every breath.” And with that she left her son, muttering under her breath to see the heads of her distant cousins of stassion on a spike besides the bandit lords of Veletz.
Just to the princess’s right sat Ezren, diligently wiping the drying blood from his blade, replying, “Justice has yet to be served towards the ones who dared seek destruction of this lands people. My sword shall always be ready to cleave any who step up to the plate of battle against our Kingdom and it’s people!” He glanced towards his son, “I swear that by the time Xander can lift a sword, this war will be long in the history book.”[ooc: on phone, pardon the formatting]
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PONTIFICAL DECREE ON INKING
in The Church of the Canon
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Lavanya, a woman hailing from the nation of Cresonia read the decree. "Inking of any kind?" she sent a letter then to her childhood friend, Princess Kareena.
'Your highness, it appears we shall not be able to partake in our traditions of Henna inking for the foreseeable future. I had hoped to set up a small business to bring the artform to this land, though it appears persecution would befall my clientele. How unfortunate' @MissToni