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As the news reached the Auberon a simple memory came to resurface one of his original creed, a fire was present the light of such shimmering within the small and cramped room within it there was Tancred. Words were shared between the two, about loyalty, and protection and a contact was soon to be signed. In his mind, he knew the man as strict but kind striving for the best. Though, perhaps this was his immaturity playing the best of him, his youth was undeniable at the time but, alas this is what he still thought of the man now. In a gentle tone he spoke to himself "We are all destined to die, for whatever reason it may be. . Pride, uncertainty, broken oaths it matters not. To have lived this long in our line of work i commend it." He hadn't taken the arms of the imperial guard in a long time though his creed was still in effect, instead he don an armor of black with gilded pavilions. There was a moment of silence for the old guard, though nothing much came of it no tears were shed but there was a respectful acknowledgement, for the man who pushed him on the path he's on today.

A lone Auberon, his icy blue cloak stretching down to his feet comes to find himself in front of such missive, for a moment that multicolored gaze came to squint at the ink at the harsh words written. Despite the clear teasing and insults the human only had a singular question to pose "What the **** is golemancy?" In a playful gesture he waves his hand about as he walked away, that hand of his being made of stone. . . the answer to his own question quite literally in the palm of his hand.

Like some have already stated i would say prioritize your own enjoyment above anything else don't let people push you around and try to tell you how to play your own character, but also don't be extremely closed off to opportunities offered to you. Some people, have a set mindset to how they want their character to be which is fine, but try to be open to some change maybe it will lead to something really fun. One of the best advice in my opinion is don't take this server to seriously, remember that even a defeat is an opportunity for your character to grow as a person. Maybe he will get a sick ass scar, or he will become obsessed with revenge and ext anything on this server is a spring board for more RP if you're creative enough. Oh and PLEASE don't do military RP, i know i said to be open minded but trust me that shit is straight buns.

Edgar side eyed Adrian eyeing Aurus' wardrobe

FULL NAME: Edgar Ledicort de Auberon Age: 32 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Fought against a Minotaur, otherwise interms of adventuring not much. SIGNED NAME: METHOD CONTACT: MC: ElKeazi Discord: thymika

The tired gaze of Edgar ran across the missive in front of him, the contrasting eyes of green and black coming to squint and his lips straightening into a tight line, all though he didn't know his relatives quite well this one hurt. Like a poisonous thing it stung him the pain only truly kicking in a few minutes later. "He joins you now, Father. Take your time and talk" a pause then came a realization hurting more then any punch or stab he had felt. "I wish i knew you more, i wish i knew the reason why my parents named me after you but alas. Rest Ledicort, with your wife" His voice muttered all whilst his burnt visage contorted into an expression of deep discomfort, all though he didn't shed any tears for Ledicort, he understood the grief that is to come, this day Edgar would hesitate at his work. A step to the left feeling as if it was to the right, front as if it was back. His focus was elsewhere, to the others. His aunt, perhaps a letter was to be sent and a visit made.

Thank you

Yes if i was banned tomorrow, i would like to know the reason as to why i was banned. I feel like this is an extremely normal and lukewarm take to have, I've never been banned or punished in anyway myself, and i honestly thought that being told the reason for a ban was a standard, it just seemed obvious to me. If it isn't, then from an outsider's perspective it's concerning, i understand that things can be complicated though.

"Oh. . " As Edgar read between the lines he came to realize whom this person was, a relative of his wife, her sister. This in turn brought him a bitter sorrow, one that he hadn't felt for a long while. When was it, the last time that he had talked to the greye's? Perhaps he was so immerse in his duties that he forgot about family. Due to this he'd finally take a break from his endless nights of hunting to spend time with his family and pray for the dead. Letters were to be sent as well.

Can i larp evading taxes?

Congrats Telenir, i hope you guys are doing great.

A smile finally graced the burnt visage of Edgar as the proclamation is made, the wars had been won though perhaps there was more waiting in the future. Nonetheless for now such worries did not matter, with his multicolored gaze coming to close, the storm guard echoed the familiar and powerful phrase shared by all his kin. "Ave Imperium"

"An expected Victory" Edgar boomed with a smile happy that the war had been won. With a gentle sigh of relief, for a moment he looked to the sky a curious thought forming in his mind one he came to state aloud "What comes next, my emperor?" A hand came to gently set itself atop of his sheathed blade, all though he didn't participate in the last war effort he still put himself at work. After all, despite all of the empire's victories the real enemy of the realm still stood very tall, hidden in the shadows, scheming for the future perhaps even plotting for the destruction of the empire itself. "I wonder, where they hide now, if they fear what is to come" The smile faded from his half burnt visage and with a grumble that moment of enjoyment slowly faded, this war wasn't over far from it. This, a fact he knew all to well at this point. No matter, he had an oath to upkeep. As he walked a simple phrase echoed "Ave imperium"

I enjoy this post a lot, the formating is amazing as per usual, the aesthetic and idea behind the magic is something i like a lot, and also the progression is actually bearable and nice. I think you've done really well, this should be accepted. And if it is i hope people try to build more lore of it.

There stood a young savoyard barely old enough to understand most things, though he now felt something he was familiar with the only emotion he fully understood. His father, and now even his brother had fallen due to the gripes of others, their lives taken prematurely. "MERDE" That vile tongue of his snapped a tear rolling down his face one that he swiftly wiped away with the fake plate adorning his trembling hands, a sad imitation of what he wishes to become. There was a rage in him, one that no child should feel but nonetheless it was felt. He understood this feeling, for he was familiar with it by now. HATE was what overwhelmed him beyond anything. Beyond sorrow, beyond grief, beyond any other emotion. It resonated deep within his core, leaving place for nothing else. "J'vais avoir tous vos tête sur des piques!!" He cried out in that auvergnian tone of his, a fist coming to brutally slam against the nearest wall he could find "Je le jure!" Despite his youth the savoyard knew already who his enemy was, his path had been set, a destiny, that he will now attempt to carve through with the blood of others, even the innocent. Perhaps the death of his brother, was a wicked blessing of sorts. Something, that brought him the purpose one usually searches for throughout their entire life span.

Although I've only had one or two interactions with you, i've heard plenty about you. It was nice having you around thank you for being on the server for so long, you will always be welcomed back with open arms.

A young savoyard had misteriously found his way to this missive, that pale green gaze lingering on each word. There was no smile on his small visage instead there was sarrow, a large frown "You didn't even invite my brothers, mère" softly did he comment in that nasally and smooth auvergnian tone. __________________________________ An auberian lingering deep within the comfort of his own abode chuckles softly underneath his breath, the missive coming to be shaken "My aunt is getting married!" He states, his gaze lingering upon his new wife, a comforting smile now plaguing his burnt visage "Crazy world we live in"

The young Micheal de Savoie smirked :^/J

[This Declaration is public] Mᴇʀɪᴛ Sᴜᴘᴇʀ Sᴀɴɢᴏ Above all, merit and loyalty stand above blood, from the brotherhood of the esteemed imperial guards to the many bands that reside within the realms. These prove that strength comes in the trust and relations held between brothers and sisters, blood or not. The Auberon’s embodies this psychology. Pʜʏꜱɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ Because of their vast range of characteristics, the Auberons don’t have a specific range of features and aesthetics, though those born directly from the original line tend to have a darker set of hair and pale eyes (Blue, Gray, etc.). Darker shades can come around uncommonly. Often, these eye hues are taken to the extreme, browns that are pushing on the edge of completely black, and at times even straight up black. These dark and pale tones for the eyes are considered to be a potent tell for the family’s heritage. for the mainline, the skin tone tends to be extremely pale, coming from their Highlander heritage and blood on both sides. Certain members of the family carry Haense familial traits, and when exposed to the sun for long periods of time, can gain a dark tan. They also tend to be on the higher end when it comes to height, often pushing around 6 ft tall to even 6’ 4’’ and above in extreme cases. Most Auberons actually speak a multitude of different languages as their mother tongue, ranging from Auvergnian to Old Marian there is no specific language the house speaks making them multilingual, though they all share a common understanding of Esperanto, a proto language made from a vast amount of different dialects and languages, making such easier to learn due to the ease of both teaching, and learning due to the similarities held with their own languages. Hello - Saluton Bye - Ĝis Goodbye - Adiaŭ Yes - Jes No - Neniu Understood/stand - Kompren Thank you - Dankon Family - Familio Even though Esperanto is considered to be the “Mother tongue” of House Auberon, most use the language as a form of coded speech more often than not, the Auberons will simply speak common. Pꜱʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴀɴᴅ Bᴇʟɪᴇꜰꜱ The Auberians are considered to be ambitious and strong-willed individuals, often stopping at nothing to achieve the goals they have set for themselves, even if such may get them in skirmishes and battles. Because of this, there also tends to be a set of negative traits that follows the family like a curse. ᴘʀᴀɢᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ✦ Because of their close ties to combat and at times militias, the Auberians are known to be more pragmatic than the average person. At times, even pushing the line of cruelty with their simple and straightforward way of thinking. Often, they take a more practical approach than a theoretical one, basing things on cold and hard logic more than on emotions. ɪɴᴛᴜɪᴛɪᴠᴇ/ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ ✦ A double-edged sword of sorts when it comes to negative traits, most of the time, Auberians are considered to be very observant and intuitive, almost to the point of paranoia, though, it’s as much of a curse as it is a blessing. It’s rather hard to get the jump on an Auberian; thanks to this odd trait, they tend to always be prepared for most scenarios, especially combat. No Auberian will be found without at least a dagger hidden in their sock or a blade attached to their hip. Though alongside negative traits, there come a few positives Polite/Kind ✦ Although Auberians can be harsh and cold, when the time calls for calmness and celebration, they tend to actually be kind and respectful to those around them. They talk a lot and socialize with anyone they take an interest in. Goofy/Silly ✦ Despite their harsh-looking expression and cold attitudes, the Auberians can be considered goofy at times, often using slang and playful words to tease those around them. Sometimes, they may even make a funny face or two out of the blue, especially when intoxicated. To put it simply, they make for enjoyable friends Loyal ✦ Loyalty is considered to be amongst one of the strongest traits of an Auberian. They will stay loyal to their kings, empires, and house members without fail, an oath to them being the most sacred and important thing to them. So much so that breaking an oath can even cause an Auberian to be disowned and shunned from the family. The Auberians tend to be followers of the True Faith as well as being Owynist, so much so that all children and relatives of the family are baptized before being fully considered to be integrated in the family. Most, if not all, the children of the house are sent to the priests to learn about the faiths as well. Cᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Rɪᴛᴇꜱ The Auberians indulge in a culture woven and created around survival, loyalty, and war. They are known to practice amongst themselves, and at times, they may be caught in the woods hunting for their own dinner, even though they may have the means to simply purchase what they desire. They make sure not to let their wealth or status stand in their way of discipline and way of life. Because to them, such can be taken away at any time. At its core, the culture is deeply rooted in self-sustainment. From this free way of thinking and their ties to the canonist faiths, there are a multitude of odd and quirky ‘rites/beliefs’ the Auberians hold onto. Sᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪᴄᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ ✦ Once an Auberian is given a ꜱᴄᴀʀ, more often than not they will not get rid of that scar, until they slay the foe who has given it to them. To heal the scar without doing such is considered an act of forsaking the vendetta against the person who has caused said scar. Scars to the Auberian serve two purposes; First to remind them of how close death is when faced with the harsh reality of battle, and second to remind them of the vendetta against those who caused the wound. A ᴄᴏɪɴ ꜰʟɪᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴏꜰ GOD ✦ To the Auberians, the coin flip is considered amongst one of the most sacred acts, being an intervention made by GOD himself when one can’t find an answer to their problems. Because of this, no matter the circumstance, one must respect the results that come from the coin. Often, if family drama comes to a boil, this is the sacred way that such will be ‘remedied’ for the word of GOD to them stands above their own Oᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ✦ To the Auberians to ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ one’s belief and to argue on behalf of the house is considered to be the biggest act of loyalty. For it shows care and passion for the family they partake in. Because of this, at least once every 3 saint's weeks or at times sooner, depending on the heir’s decision, House Auberon comes together to discuss the state of things and their next approach. This meeting often ends in a feast of sorts, or something playful, the heir making the decision and preparations. Vᴇɴᴅᴇᴛᴛᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ✦ When an Auberian has a ᴠᴇɴᴅᴇᴛᴛᴀ against another, more often than not, they will carve the person’s name into a weapon of their choice, using such to slay or finish the victim whose name taints the blade. When an Auberian does partake in such an endeavor, all those related to the house member can not interfere, partake or help unless outright told otherwise by the vindictive. Once the vendetta has concluded, the blade is reforged anew in a way to represent the victory and vanquish of their Vendetta Vɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ✦ If two Auberians find themselves in a deeply rooted squabble with each other, one fueled by drama or hatred, they have the ability to challenge each other to a fist fight. The rules are fairly simple: you fight until you place your feelings aside for each other, no matter the victor, both participants must shake hands and come out of the fight, their troubles and ill beliefs vanquished. Oᴜᴛꜰɪᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ Sᴛʏʟᴇ The Auberon’s dress in a very stylish but straight forward way, often their outfits will adorn gold and garments, even ties but they will often be made of leather, and also serve a secondary purpose. Such as having, multiple pockets or having hidden compartments for blades. To put it simply, they tend to dress flashy and noble whilst still having outfits with technicality and usefulness. Cloaks are also commonly associated with their dressing style, thanks to its added stealth and general pleasing aesthetic. Leather gloves, and normal gloves as well are considered a commodity with these dresses though this heavily depends on the specific Auberon. Iɴᴅᴏᴄᴛʀɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ There are a multiple ways for someone to enter the Auberon family, the common ways are as follows. ✦ Birth Right Anyone born within the family is considered a part of the family by heritage. ✦ Adoption Anyone adopted within the family with the support of the heir and its members becomes immediately integrated within the house. ✦ Request One can request to join the family but if such does happen, a trial will occur, one focusing on connection with the house and its members. This trial is decided by the heir themselves with the support and ideas of the other members of house if they so wish, one rite does come from this as well. ✦ The rite to be Blood Above all else merit proves above blood, so once the trial is concluded and one proves themselves a ritual takes place. Where, with a mundane blade the heir will cut an open wound in their palm as well as the soon to be Auberon's, with a firm shake a blood pact is completed between the two. And officially, both the heir and the new Auberon are considered tied by blood, brothers, sisters, nephews and uncles. Adopted relatives may also undergo this rite, though a trial isn’t a requirement. H ᴇ ɪ ʀ Within the Auberon family there lays a single hierarchy, that being of its members and the eventual ‘heir’ of the family. This heir is in charge of the most important family decisions, they also overlook any rites taken within the family as a way to legitimize them. Though, extremely major decisions are usually not decided upon by themselves, a family vote is held in these certain scenarios though, it is possible to make such decisions without the rest of the house, such being heavily looked down upon, being seen as a sign of disloyalty and distrust. With their position, the heir has a multitude of rites they may call upon as well as rites against them. ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ✦When the Auberon heir wishes to make a decision that will heavily involve or change the family, they must call upon a meeting where they will discuss and debate their plans with the rest of the family. Often, the Auberians believe that many voices are better than one, especially ones that oppose the idea presented before them. ʀᴇᴛɪʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ✦When the Auberon heir decides to leave their position, they may choose to become an Advisor to the newly chosen heir acting as a helpful hand on the shoulder, or a cane they may lean one in major times of need. Though, such a position can be refused by the new heir, if they feel as if they don’t require the aide. ᴅɪꜱᴏᴡɴᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ✦There are a multitude of reasons as to why an Heir would wish to disown or banish one of their own kin, often acts of disloyalty, or breaking an Oath will cause such rite to be used though, this unlike most, this REQUIRES the family’s input before enacted. Within the house, the Auberians also have a specific rite directed against the Heir ɪᴍᴘᴇᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ If most of the Auberons believe that the heir is not up to par, and they have lost the confidence in their leadership they may hold a vote to forcefully remove said heir from their position of power, if such vote is positive and most vote for the Impeachment, the heir must be promptly removed from their position, if physical force must be administered the heir will also be disowned on grounds of betrayal and disloyalty otherwise they may stay and even run as heir again in the future. “Merit Above Blood” Edgar Ledicort de Auberon, First Patriarch of House Auberon, Bloodhound of House Auberon, Son of Leif “The Brave” Azuolas.

From within the safety of his own abode one of the many de Senna lingers a gaze at the missive written, with a gentle hum he pounders though a smile does form on those burnt features of his "Good, best bend a knee then fall i wonder who will be next" He states his voice filled with a sense of pride and loyalty, gently does he set the paper upon a wooden table leaving it there for the time being.