Lomiei

Erwin Bishop Cheers for his military buddy. "Congratulations, mein freund"

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Lomiei Vinelli Looks down upon one of his closest friends from the 7-skies, happy for the scath man he'd become close with over the years. "I cant believe it was ******* BRIAN who would be the last surviving sarissan... I mean of ALL the people... really?"

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Erwin Bishop is ready to begin his work in the office of the mayor.
"Aye for may, MozherF***er" He says proudly for the 200th time, with a fist firmly jutted into the air.

Erwin Bishop supports a Ludovar lord handler happily.

1 hour ago, Borin said:

Franz Wilheim nods as he reads the missive sent out from Reinmar, stating "She shall be rid of her Bishop name and brought into the Barclay family, for Antonius. We're rid of the rest of them".

Erwin Bishop Frowns

Erwin Bishop Sits back and enjoys the fruits of his hard work. "Mein 4D chess be on fleek, homie."

"Ich expected zhe support of house barclay.. und zhey have delivered..... alzhough in some strange form..." Erwin Bishop shruggs. "Zhough Ich am disappointed heavily in zhe count's use of incorrect names."

I will not duplicate the intensity of Maya Avoran’s previous missive. Although I must respect the fire she has always carried within her, if only she could have used it to benefit the family before recent events.

I will first ask a series of questions to Maya Avoran;
Do you deny my rationale for the disownment of yourself from the House of Bishop?
 

Did Maya NOT run away  from home? Abandoning her family, and doing hurt to the family which she now may claim to care for? God knows I would have loved to have a sister to share my thoughts with, to bond with over the love of family and blood connection. But this was not so.
 

Did Maya NOT disregard her duty to Haense? Have any of you reading this seen her in a church, praying for the protection of the kingdom? Or maybe in the square, conversing with her fellow Haenseni, perhaps? Even in the Nikirala Prikaz on any occasion; celebrating the courts, knightings, declarations, victories, weddings, or other such merriments for our majesty the Koeng, or his predecessor?
 

Does Maya STILL, actively and with full pride, use foul language to describe her own brother, a patriarch no less? C**t, A****le, b***h, to name only the most common ones. Further, I will not begin to think myself important enough to be the only one she reserves such putrid language to, her own family and even strangers, I myself have seen being assaulted with such, not to mention the throwing of bread and rocks. Will she deny this?
 

Did Maya NOT participate in mischief in far away lands, or even close by ones? Not that she would disclose, but who knows what sort of man might walk the streets of haense and hear the name bishop, then turning to such a man and wishing death and destruction upon him because of a name which had done him wrong long ago?

Shall these things go unconsidered by a patriarch? None of the ones reading this would, that, I am sure of. 

For if I should let those who bring our family this kind of merit remain with my surname, it would reflect badly not just upon me, but upon my house, and my father’s house, and his father’s before him.
NEVERTHELESS, I am not a perfect man, that I should never make a mistake, or that my eyes and ears will never deceive me. If I HAVE mistook her actions, and her words, on all of the occasions Ive witnessed, and all of the ones I have not, Make it known.

Regarding the topic of Henry Bishop, my father; 

Any person who spends any significant amount of time in Haense will have heard my testimony of my father, extolling his merit as a father, and as a man of high character. I will not even repeat myself here, as there is much said of my father, at first hand account, of his virtue. And I will leave it at that.

I have yet to see, however, a single piece of prior compliment from Maya Avoran, not for myself, but for our late father. I, in my life, have not heard a public or private word of adulation deserved of Henry Bishop. Additionally, I do often wonder how my father would react to Maya Avoran referring to the Orenian Charles Darkwood by the name “half-dad”.

Oh, but I will not deny, however, my discontent with life in a windmill. We were not a poor family, we were not even farmers by trade, why do we live in a windmill? This question has an answer, and would you all like to know how I got that answer?
I  did not write a missive rejecting my father’s good graces, I did not call him by false names, I did not disgrace my family in the Haenseni public square with a scroll nailed to the notice board… I sat with my father and asked him. What he told me, rested my discontent, and that situation was resolved peacefully, something that is un-similar to the times we find ourselves in.

This pattern of Maya Avoran making bold claims with not only evidence in lacking, but also with the lack of consultation in the other relevant parties is not rare.

Maya Avoran would also claim herself and our brother by blood, Friedrick, to be homeless, by my action.
As I despise calling people liars unless absolutely necessary, I will put forth to the public some verifiable facts; something noticeably lacking in the missive sent by missus Avoran.

1. Maya Avoran, at a time when I was but a young boy, did gather her belongings, and leave our house, without a notice, or warning, or token or any such information as to where she was, or whether or not she would be safe. Only returning to Haense shortly before my father’s death, and even still not taking interest in moving back into the family home.

2. Maya Avoran, still to this day, resides in a location unknown to her former family.

3. Maya Avoran, has neither in a matter of years, visited the old home, nor contributed aid of any kind to the 3 renovations it has undergone since last she stepped foot inside. 

4. In a normal course of time, chests and barrels located in someone’s room would usually contain items belonging to said someone… however before the time of our renovations, the chests in her room were found to be emptied, and covered in dust. One could reasonably think that in all of this time, she would have found a place to rest her head and store her belongings. Especially since she spends so much time with the Orenian Charles Darkwood.

5. Friedrich of unknown surname, and I, have conversed many times before on this very topic. He had made arrangements to take his residence to Norland long before our father’s death. I have since confirmed his safety and contentment in the Red Fatih kindgom personally.

Yet again the Avoran tradition of making spurious claims without evidence shows itself.

Even more disappointingly, Maya Avoran makes claims and tells stories of MY previous relationships with Adrianna Barclay, and my rapport with the before-mentioned Charles Darkwood.

Given the fact that I myself have not been asked about any detail of this situation since it transpired almost a decade ago, any information she would have gotten is… well, for lack of a better term, biased. Further, it must be noted that Charles and Adrianna Darkwood are a wedded couple, so any story one could read or hear is notably lacking in legitimacy.
 

Another occurrence of claim and claim again, all without consultation of relevant parties, legitimate evidence, and appropriate presentation.

As for my affiliation with Charles Darkwood, I have made a conscious effort to uphold the deal we had made of being in good manners toward each other, whether or not he has been of the same inclination. Although it is known that he is heavily affiliated with Maya Avoran, I will not abandon my affirmation: Charles Darkwood and Erwin Bishop are not enemies, and there is no issue between them. If there is to be any conflict between us, it will either originate from Charles himself, or not exist at all. This same affirmation applies to Adrianna Darkwood. 

My actions have been thus;

Having taken notice of undesirable and dishonorable action within Maya and Luka Avoran, saw fit to dismiss them from my family. They seemed to have an easy time distancing themselves from the house in times before they were Avorans, and the fact they object so heavily to it now must be held in some measure of suspicion.

“You have proven to be the detriment to the Bishop surname” is how Maya has responded to these actions.
In my progress to fulfill my promise of holding the house of bishop to a higher quality of character, these men and women are offended, and take large objections to such. I will thus, then, ask 2 questions.

Firstly, will you claim, after showing so boldly where your loyalties lie, to still care for the longevity of this house?

Secondly, When you, Maya avoran, announce that ‘it is so on’, what do you intend to make conflict with? And in what form?

Maya, your words and actions are hurtful, but you are young, and still learning of the world. You have made mistakes, as have I, but none of them are unforgivable by God. When you grow in age, and mindset, know that the maya you will be then, is a different maya than who is reading this now. Know also, that I forgive you for what you do and what you say.

Hopefully my wife and children will not abandon their family, like some in previous generations have, But if I am to never hear from you again, I know, you will find happiness one day, and come to enjoy another family and wish for their security, as I have come to enjoy, and wish the same for mine.

So long as there is no further incitement of conflict with me and my family, I will no longer involve myself in this squabble, more pressing issues are at hand. 

Erwin Bishop Endorses this man for maer "Zhis man apparently canniet do math." he noted with a shrug "but his gusto ist among zhe highest ich have ever seen."

"AYE FOR MAY"

"Ich did niet know him vell." Erwin Bishop noted as his head shook in shock at the missive. "too young." He sighed "But he vas ein mand of honor. Even if ein sort of... bluntness; but honor neverzheless. Ve vill share ein glass of rum in zhe 7-skies vhen ich see him zhere."

1 minute ago, ohbother1 said:

Adelina Bishop sits around the fire, reading to her children as she notices the missive on the table, she leans over, picking it up and nodding slowly, "Ja, zhis ist gutte for zhe Bishop name, Erwin has done vell in zhis." 

"It must be noted zhat zhose who disagree vith mein action do niet dispute zhe reasons zhat zhe avorans vere disowned.. only how ich am ein disgrace to mein vater's name. As if it ist niet zhe legitimate action zhey disagree vith, but zhe personal opinion of mich zhat causes zhem to falter in zheir rationale... vell, as if furzher, zhey even know vhat zhier rationale ist." he scoffs, half laughing, half in genuine confusion as to how so many people could be so ignorant, and a significant lack of support from a certain few people who were supposed to be in support of the House of bishop. "Ich vill ask how many of zhese vords come from people whom did niet even attend his funeral, nor did zhey care for his opinions in life. Neizher even did zhey offer ein mere vord of condolence to zhe leader of zhe house."

"Minds corrupted by zhe lies und ignorance of zhose who do niet care for zhe sucess of zhis house are to be observed, but niet followed." He waves a finger in the direction of his son as he circles the room "Take note, ario. People of ill reason vill hate du for right action, und yet zhe due reward vill be only given to zhose who have earned it."

1 hour ago, TJBMinecraft said:

John Alexander Hartcold spits out his water in shock pon hearing of the missive "I feel a Bishop civil war brewing...and I for one am not getting involved... although I shall gracefully let my father-in-law Luka Bishop reside in my household until his dying breath"

'If he ever came back from oren or wherever god-forsaken corner of the world he resides in. At least he would spend time with some sort of family for a change' Thought Erwin Bishop, to himself

In this, the new age of House Bishop, I, Your patriarch, Erwin Bishop, have promised to hold the members of this family to the highest standard. To carry the surname of a house, is to represent that house; in your actions, in your words, and in your mindset. A number of our kin have, in previous years, tolerated unacceptable forms of sin, mischief, and disloyalty.
No longer.
From this day onwards, those to legally carry the surname Bishop will be of a finer character. They will be expected to carry themselves in a manner appropriate to their station, and with respect for our culture and traditions.

Let it be known to the world, by my word as Patriarch of The House of Bishop, that the following descendants are henceforth disowned and outcast from The House of Bishop. No longer may they use the name Bishop to identify themselves, neither to further their goals, nor draw upon the contacts and resources available to The House of Bishop. They shall henceforth be known legally by the surname of Avoran, the bastard designation for the House of Bishop, in the case that they cannot find another surname to better suit them.

Luka Avoran, son of Gandhicus Bishop, is disowned from The House of Bishop for the following counts:

I. Abandoning The House of Bishop in times of need, being absent from the kingdom of haense, the Principality of Sedan, and his own daughter; disappearing from both his lieges and family with no forewarning or rationale.  

II. Contributing no worth or value to The House of Bishop. Not standing in support of the House of Barclay, as other Bishops have, neither contributing a single piece of mina to the family treasury, nor ever being seen at a single Haenseni cultural event for as long as I myself have been alive.

III. Tarnishing the Bishop surname by conducting criminal business with men of well known ill repute on many occasions.  
 

Maya Avoran, daughter of Henry Bishop, is disowned from The House of Bishop for the following counts:

I. Abandoning The House of Bishop in times of need, being absent from the kingdom of Haense, causing immeasurable heartache to her parents, and raising all manners of trouble in places unknown to her former family.  

II. Contributing no worth or value to The House of Bishop. Not taking up any duties around the kingdom, as other Bishops have, neither contributing a single piece of mina to the family treasury, nor ever being seen at a single Haenseni cultural event for the past decade and more.

III. Tarnishing the Bishop surname by acting in un-ladylike fashion; publicly taking up disrespectful attitudes with her fellow citizens with cursing words, indulging in violent behavior towards her own family and friends on multiple occasions, and being unwilling to commit to an explanation as to if she plans to stay with the family.
 

Friedrich Avoran, 2nd son of Henry Bishop, is disowned from The House of Bishop for the following counts:

I. Abandoning The House of Bishop; gathering his belongings and taking up permanent residence in Norland, a land of known heathen faith.    

II. Having made it publicly known as having no intention to return to his homeland, forever eschewing his family, culture, and upbringing.

3 addresses have been written under this decree:
 

((OOC NOTE:))

"SMFH" Erwin Bishop sighs as he loses one of his best business assets and a personal friend. "F**king hyspians... I swear."

Lomiei Vinelli’s ghost; boredly standing at the gates of Rozania where his body had been strung up. Not a tear left his face, nor a weakening of knees, his eyes blinked slowly, as if this was something that ought to have happened long ago. “It is... fitting”

The rapidly dissolving wisp and aura of a man shook its head as he set off down the stairs, “You were not particularly interesting.” he notes, taking a step down the carved hill “You were not at all valiant.” he looked on past the high walls of the castle as he walked “You did nearly nothing of note. A singular name on an old book.” the glowing figure sighed, stopping for a moment as he looked over the landscape. “And yet… people seemed to like you.” he would approach the bottom of the hill. If he still had a body, a tear might just have begun to form. “Loved, even. People enjoyed you. And you enjoyed people… most of them at least“ laughed “HAHA, of course! Your name will not be remembered, spoken of with reverence, even pronounced correctly. But… but.... Ahh whatever. You know what I mean. And another unfinished thought; add it to the list.” The wisps began to thin evermore and blow away as he reached the shore of the western coast, taking a stand beside the small boat that was left there. “Well, maybe not. Why the hell am I talking to my dead body anywa--?” The whisps' attention was then taken by an approaching figure in red….
 

In a secluded kingdom, forced into duchal status by brigands and false piety, Rebeka la Waevra lays in her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. “What have I done?... Was it well?” she shrugs, thinking back over her short, but impactful life “Yes. Of course.” she said, as if obvious “I’ve started a family. I’ve sat with emperors, kings and queens,” she waves a hand to her door, standing up as she did so, “Money, fame, title… never an issue.. Family however,” her heart drops to a level below the floor she was standing on. “Family.” repeated the Clan Chieftess, The Master of Whispers, the Principal purveyor of pen and paper. “Family” exhales Rebeka a final time, patting her stomach as she exits the room. The family she had brought together from all corners of the world was the 2nd most important thing on her mind as she silently floated out the door.

She arrived at the gates of the tall entrance, paying no mind to the soul-departed corpse of Lomiei Vinelli. As she continued down the stairs and onto the western coast, she would see a pile of blue aura standing next to a boat atop of the sands, the coming and going waters washed around it gently….

“Hello old friend” they would both say to one another simultaneously.
A loud sigh would leave both of their voices, “is it really ti--?” They would both laugh at the repeated synchronicity of their words, quickly growing used to it… this was not the weirdest thing that had happened between the 2.
“I think it is.. We have done what we could for this world.” 

Lomiei puts his phantom arm out to offer to rebeka’s hand, as if he forgot that he no longer had a body. 

Rebeka took his arm anyway, a funny sight to see, and a hoot was heard as her owl flew off her shoulder back to Rozania.

As they both stepped onto the boat, it was given a firm push from the shore by both of the saddened souls.
”And what of Leyna? How will she fare without us?”

”She will fare as we have... Persistently.”
A tearful sigh left the both of them at that moment,
“She has our blood. Our passion. And our love. She will be fine.” they would both decide reluctantly.

The boat floated gently upon the open waters. The night heavens shot beams of light down to them from the stars of space and the 7-skies they would soon be occupying. “Ready?” they would both say to themselves and the other, perhaps this was something they were not sure about… “Ready” a combined voice rang out around them, a resolute confidence in their voices.

Rebeka would retrieve a small stick of wood attached to a small tip of white powder, along with a box of odd texture that emitted a rattling sound. She would then slide the stick across the length of the box, causing the stick to become inflamed at the top “Orenian technology” she smiled.

Lomiei would himself retrieve a rolled cigar of the highest excellence, tobacco grown fresh in the hills of a certain southern nation, and leaves from high up in the mountains of the east. ”Hyspian quality.” he smiled.

They looked off into the night sky as they lit the cigar, Rebeka being the first one to breathe in the fanciful flavors and waving tinctures of the smoke. She then passed it over to Lomiei, whose phantom hand held it with varying stability. A vortex of smoke could be seen exiting the mouth side of the cigar, though it would only float upwards, disappearing into the air.

They turned to look at eachother, nodding singularly while the cigar continued to burn. As they embraced into each other's arms, the cigar would fall through the remaining blue auras of lomiei’s phantom hand, tumbling onto the deck of the wooden craft and catching the entire vessel alight.
More beautiful lights, far off of the coast of the southeastern reaches of Almaris; the last shame among many, that no one else was around to see the send off, or the ensuing fireworks.

IGN: Lomiei_

Character Name: Erwin Bishop

Age: 21

Place of Residence / Street Address: Reinmar

Position: Alderman

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/205527-erwin-bishops-alderman-campaign/?tab=comments#comment-1865642

Name: Erwin Bishop

Sled Name: PT-Cruiser

Dogs' Names: Tessio / Fredo / Vito / ZAZA

42 minutes ago, discojazz said:

Helena Bishop wasn't sure what exactly her father was pursuing, but she knew that he was the best man ever. Helena waddled around Haense, telling all of her kiddo friends about how amazing her father was. 

aww 🥰

Erwin Bishop’s Alderman Campaign: 

[!] A depiction of Erwin Bishop announcing his Alderman campaign.

Introduction: 

Erwin Bishop has had a well known passion for the government since before anyone could remember, and he has pursued this passion from a young age. Just ask Lord speaker Ruslan Baruch, who has allowed Erwin to become the foremost Duma clerk; or maybe the noble house of Ludovar, who has enjoyed his work as their scribe for over 3 years at this point; or perhaps even take the time to reflect upon our beloved father figure Henry Bishop, who trained Erwin in the practice of gregariousness, and was himself an elected alderman at the time of his untimely passing.

[!] Erwin Bishop practicing his public speech in an empty duma hall whilst his late father, Henry Bishop, stands proudly behind him

Experience: 

Ive spent the first half of my life in the working fields of Reinmar, that is, whenever I wasnt reading and writing at my desk, which was a pass-time I spent just as much time on. Since I started spending time in Karosgrad, you all have seen me around, conversing with my fellow citizens of Haesnse, if not studying in the library, or requesting a spar in the barracks of the BSK.

Whether it is fighting alongside my brothers in the BSK against the Nachezar, Sutican rebels, Pagan elves, or sewer rats, I believe i've proven myself a protector of Haense’s interests and its populace. 

I believe this diversity in experience has developed my skillset into a very desirable asset to the crown and its citizens. Will you let me prove myself in the field of politics, just as I have in that of academics and the military? I believe you will. And I am confident that my seat on His Majesty’s Royal Duma is waiting for me, just as a new era of legislation is waiting for you. 

Priorities: 

The issues of the highest importance to my agenda will be two in number, Family, and the youth.

        • As a new father, and a man raised with the duty of leading a family always in mind, I must introduce as much legislation as possible that will maintain and expand the law around family dynamics within and without the kingdom.

        • As a man who himself was eager to get involved in government at a young age, I will promise further to increase the opportunity to participate in government activity and the observation of such, to all of the nation’s younger population who wish to explore the field.

Endorsements: 

I, Erwin Bishop, put my trust in Feodor May to run as Grand Maer, if he chooses to do such.

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Lomiei Vinelli didnt even have to read this parchment of incessant ramblings to know that half of it was coping of the lowest quality, 1/4th being torn and used as cigar wrapping before it even had the chance to be read, and yet another 1/4th being lies and slander, which was reliably expected to spew from mister Paul on a daily basis at this point. "How the man has has avoided a righteous smiting from God, eludes me to no end." He notes with a shake of a head. "I believe some excommunications are in order" Lomiei would then begin drafting some letters.

35 minutes ago, Narthok said:

Father Paul would laugh upon receiving the missive "My brethren what is this if not a vindication of our holy mission. What can any nation do but submit before the power of God." clicking his tongue then wincing at the still throbbing wreckage of his face below his iron mask he would continue "Brothers it is deeply unfortunate that the Pontiff has both trespassed upon the jurisdiction of the princes of Savoy and Sedan, having gone behind their backs to install a different man on the throne. It is even more dissapointing that the Pontiff was so deceived by this undead pretender and by the lord Commissioner of Savoy Lomiei. Each of you have accompanied me on my many investigative trips of Rozania. What have we found there? We have found fornicators, blasphemers, atheists, interracial marriages, black sacraments being performed by erroneous priests. We have had our holy brothers threatened and trapped by this necrotic freak who has somehow managed to deceive our beloved Vicar. These crimes each in turn performed and tolerated AFTER  this black baptism prompted by 'Lomiei'. How can this conversion be trusted when Rozania has descended even further into sin following the black baptism. This 'William' creature makes a mockery of God. Such behaviour cannot be allowed to stand my brothers. Let us rectify these crimes in the name of God. With that Father Paul would retreat into the Monastery of the Beloved Godfrey and begin sending letters, various acolytes and monastics furiously sprinting about the monastery as the Cathedral of Pontian would explode in a fervor of administrative activity. 

Lomiei Vinelli laughs heartedly at the capacity of the man to exceed limits of incompetency never before seen by the lord commissioner. "True colors are shown here, finally. How could a man claim to both be a pious servant of God, while also belittling and contradicting the words of his sent vicar? HAH! Not to mention the outright support of slaughtering 70 innocent civilians." He shakes his head "Mister Paul's mind is as far from reason as Norland is from the Oasis... 'mockery of God'" He repeats, rolling his eyes as the laughing slows down only slightly "I suppose he will next claim to be the de-jure Emporer or Oren as well? Spurious claims to the right of determining titles and rightful land ownership is common among the ilk of selfish men and know-nothing signalers of virtue."

Lomiei VInelli shakes his head at the sheer stupidity of this action from all parties involved.

Erwin Bishop Prepares stacks of papers, snacks, and books for his interview to be held in only a few saint's hours. Taking a deep breath, he lets out only a few words "Lets f**king do zhis"