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– AN ABDICATION FOR THE FUTURE– To His Royal and Apostolic Majesty, CHARLES II, To the people of Aaun, To the House of Halcourt It is my regret that I must abdicate my position as the Baron of Artois, my travels upon the roads of this world have brought me comfort as well as hardship, I have not laid my head in the same place twice in near two decades now. When I departed I was a man with a family, tested and eager to make my mark in this world. Although my time of travels come near to an end, they are not yet complete. My son, George who I raised with all of the words and wisdom taught to myself in my own upbringing, waits to play his part and I must not stand in the way any longer. I hereby abdicate my position as the Baron of Artois so that this title might pass to my son and heir Sir George of the House of Halcourt. I hereby abdicate my position as the head of House Halcourt and I proclaim my son as the patriarch of all of House Halcourt. May the new Baron of Artois go forth and step into the light of his new title. I shall go forward on my own, to continue my mission, to drive evil from the world and protect the innocent. To serve in the way Sir Gaspard of Veletz taught me. To make the world a better place. Sir Philip Laurent Halcourt, A Knight of Veletz

Sir Philip Laurent read the news of the passing late, venturing back to his home for a short rest away from the roads he sighed heavily, his armor bearing rust on the edges where maintaining proved cumbersome. "Oh Nikoletta..." His words were difficult to form as the wandering knight let his guard down in the darkness. "My mother may have only born one child, but despite that all I had a sister." The Baron of Artois tugged out parchment to write a memo of his own.

The Knight from Veletz smiled as he read the book by the fire he had made for himself along the road. "Thats my boy..."

Sir Philip furrowed his brow in surprise reading the missive for himself. "Wow... after all this time he's finally getting married. Good for him!"

Sir Philip looked out towards the east "A fine fisherman, and a finer man... Timofei Petrovich knew of Honor, one of the few to truly know it."

"What the **** where's my invitation." The Veletzian Knight huffed from his childhood friends bedroom in Merryweather, exiled from the midlands and his beloved Sir Gaspard.

Someone is going to have to be the bad guy one of these days and go close these realms. It has to be done. The best time to cut realm bloat is 10 months ago, the second best time is now.

"No....No." Sir Philip remembered back to when he was a child first encountering Sir Ethan when he was but a noble boy of Petra, green and eager to see blood shed. "This will not do at all, you will be avenged my friend...." The Knights voice trailed off as he marched off to find Sir Godric.

Sir Philip tore through the wardrobes and chest within his home in Veletz trying to find his Stassion drab short shorts.

Sir Philip snuck into the depths of Petra, finding his mother he quickly passed her a sticker she could affix to the back of her horse and buggy. "I hope you are proud mother."

Full Name of Man - Philip Laurent Halcourt Date of Birth of Man - 1932 Name of Woman - Adelheid Klara von Alstreim Date of Birth of Woman - 1933 Location of Ceremony - Chapel of Our Lady Paradisus ; Aaun Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1956 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony -Bishop Leofric

Sir Philip waved the Veletzian Banner "Were going to win so good, we will revolutionize winners, I said to Sir Gaspard, Sir Gaspard, we cannot stop winning."

The Queen Who Fled The Queen of Balian with her Royal Guardsmen fleeing into the many tunnels beneath the city,1957. In the land where Veletz's valour stands, Defending against Aevos, united bands. Men of courage, brave and true, Against the coalition, outnumbered, they slew. King Aleksandr, a tale of shame, The King Who Fled, left his soldiers in pain. Abandoned at Winburgh, he chose flight, Leaving his queen, in the League's firm grip tight. Queen Sybille of Balian, a queen untrue, Spreading lies, seeking Veletz's doom to pursue. Her city fell to the League's might, Yet she fled to tunnels, in the glaring daylight. The Queen Who Fled, in shadows concealed, Escaped to tunnels, her fate unsealed. Her people battled, their hearts in dismay, As she sought refuge, from the light of day. In the face of war, she cowered below, Leaving her citizens to the enemy's blow. In hidden passages, she sought reprieve, While her people fought valiantly, they grieve. Veletz, a beacon of strength and might, Facing the coalition, standing upright. Against cowardly leaders, they defend, In the face of falsehood, their honour they mend. In the annals of history, their tale is told, Of bravery and valour, steadfast and bold. The League of Veletz, in the defensive fight, Against the Queen Who Fled, in the tunnels' respite. By Sir Philip Laurent of Veletz

Sir Philip scratched his head holding his helmet under his arm as he looked to Sir Ethan @Creator_Alan"I am confused Sir Ethan, they say we slaughtered children but - Did you not take it upon yourself to mentor one of the young Balianites? This is so very confusing, I think all the running has jumbled the queens thoughts." Sir Philip pursed his lips. "Tunnel air, that'll do it to ya."

Sir Philip mournfully looked back on the warm sands of Balian as their forces marched away. "Ill be back... Hopefully with a pina colada next time."