HIGH_FIRE

Francisco I was the best test study ever.

THE PASSING OF A PRINCESS 13th of the Deep Cold, 122 S.A. To the Hyspian People, Haenseni People and whoever it may concern, It is with the greatest sadness possible, that the Crown of Hyspia must announce the passing of the young Crown Princess Esperanza Alba Laurelie Camila de Pelear in the last few days. The young Crown Princess was found by the Viceroyal House Guard after she was noted as missing, it seems she had went for a walk or exploration and found herself lost. Upon being lost and unable to return home or find someone for help, the cold took her as she passed away in the night. For the next month, House de Pelear wishes for respect for their privacy while they mourn the loss of a young child. The second born son, Cesar Franciscito Javier Duncan Leopold de Pelear shall take upon his sister’s mantle and henceforth be recognised as the Crown Prince of Hyspia and the future inheritor of the lands. Signed, His Highness, Francisco I, Viceroy of Hyspia, Baron of Arenisca, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Patriarch of House de Pelear Her Highness, Amity Ionna de Pelear, Vicereine of Hyspia, Baroness-Consort of Arenisca, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Matriarch of House de Pelear

Please learn some empathy and grow up.

"Too bloody right" Ledicort would speak with a great smile on his face as he reads the missive, once more his Majesty had done the right thing.

Ledicort strokes his beard, deciding whether to go or not, of course he would as his spouse for their opinion. “Personally I hate dancing, but shall we?” he questions to the short bearded figure with a smile on his face @TheBigBubbles

I commented for the funny number

Ledicort Vuiller sighs loudly as he looks to documents of a very large dragon, spider people and daemon prince "Wonderful timing as always"

The Search for a New Censor and Magister 7th of Godfrey’s Triumph,49 B.A. A Decree from the Crown To the citizens of The Kingdom of Balian Upon Kasimir Sarkozic retiring the role of Censor, it has become necessary for the Duana to look for candidates for the role.. It is to those of you who hold expertise in documenting, preparing government press and administering elections, I ask for you to apply to become the new Censor for The Kingdom. For a while the role of the Magister has been left unfilled, as I took it upon myself to complete the job while it was in abeyance. However now we search for a new one to fulfil the spot. It is to those of you who hold expertise in the Judicial system and offer a sense of neutrality in such important decisions that I ask for you to apply to become the new Magister for The Kingdom. Requirements. Those who may wish to apply must send a letter to the Amriatus including information of your person and experience. It is also important to note that the Censor must accommodate the following criteria, Be at least sixteen summers old. Have a permanent address in Balian. Have previous work with documenting matters. It is also important to note that the Magister must accommodate the following criteria, Be at least sixteen summers old. Have a permanent address in Balian. Have previous work with legal matters. Signed, HIS ROYAL EXCELLENCY, Ledicort Vuiller, Amiratus of the Kingdom of Balian, Lord Seneschal of the Crown and Chief Minister of the Duana.

Ledicort Vuiller would sign the document along with the two elfesses as he murmurs to himself "I hate dragons, I hate dragons, I hate dragons, I hate dragons" before putting the quill down, and looking at his axe "What's another one, ai?"

Francisco I would throw a fist straight for the wall, as hard as he could, a sense of pure anger at a great many things overwhelmed him. He would reach for his weaponary and march to Karosgrad, the man on a mission.

"Seems I shall not be having another heart attack anytime soon" Ledicort would murmur, a grin on his face as he notes down the date

A smile graces Ledicort's face as he sees the now published translation. He both hoped there would be more found and despised such a thought, they were excrutiating to translate.

Ledicort would sigh lightly as he reads the missive, a light smile gracing his face as he realised, he did not have to have a heart attack and die and the young prince’s wedding.

Richard Dibbley sits, shaking in his cell, the thoughts of some malevolent creature running through his mind as he fiddles at the locks of his handcuffs, whimpering as he does... he knew what it was, he knew he couldn't stop it himself... what if it came for him? What if he was next? "God help them all" Richard would murmur unto himself as he gave up with the locks. Elsewhere, a blood red hound would prowl the ruins of 'Lost Balian' it would hiss and snarl at any passing pirate or otherwise... the majority of them would jump and move to avoid it... it brought an aura of great unease and dread. Something was truly wrong with this creature, it was far too hateful to be natural.

Francisco would smile lightly as he places down the missive nodding "Si, perfecto." he speaks, thinking of the wards he use to see around Hyspia in his youth.