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    THE REINMAREN MARCH

    in The Grand Principality of Minitz

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    It was twenty years ago when my dear friend, the Princess Aleksandra von Merryweather visited the courts of Kanunsberg. She was worried; she knew her life was in danger, and she knew if she did not sow the seed of a rebellion, Aaun would have ceased to be. She had understood all too well what the Stassionites were up to. She saw their schemes, their likeness to an Empire her forefathers destroyed, and she sensed the danger.

     

    The Crown of Aaun, at the time under the influence of a regency during the reign of Edmund II, was deaf to her concerns. They did not see the evil they harbored so close to the heart of the realm, and Aleksandra was deemed foolish and lunatic. They stripped her of any power, jailed her, and forced her children to flee. She managed to make it back to Valdev safely, while the Queen mother of Aaun remained locked in the hand of Horen.

     

    A sense of bitterness had loomed over my soul. I knew they were wrong, I knew them to be a threat. But what could I do, if not sit and watch as any opposers were imprisoned? Perhaps, the good Prince Heinrich, may GOD keep him in the afterlife, was at fault too. He had never been the best of the husbands, and maybe, had he not decided to launch a coup on the regency council (which, by no doubt, led to this very war) then much pain could have been spared. 

     

    But I do not forgive, and I do not forget, and while I sat behind ivory walls, looking after my people for the most time, I decided that shall be no more. The Princes of Nowhere deserve not to live, and with my spear in hand I shall march over their soulless lands. Stassion, as Bishop Callahan put it, could never be the Holy Orenian Empire. For they’re not Holy, not Orenian, nor Emperors.They are greedy humans who fell as low as backstabbing any who granted them the benefit of the doubt.

     

    Their destruction should have happened years ago, under the leadership of Princess Aleksansra. But it is better late than never. May God show him mercy, for I will not, I cannot.  

     

    For God, Aleksandra and the Bishop.

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    MARCHING ORDERS: OPERATION EQUINOX

    in Warclaims

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    Helena of Formindon, the Grand Princess mother of Minitz who had otherwise opted to remain neutral, for once took up her spear. "For Callahan, for Lemon hill." she declared, moments before the incoming fleeper swap.

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    [alchemy] [FA] meowrika

    in Accepted Magic Apps

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    MC Name:

             meowrika

     

    Character's Name:

             Helena of Formindon

     

    Character's Age:

             47

     

    What feat(s) will you be learning?

             alchemy

     

    Teacher's MC Name:

             Pepto_Bismol_

     

    Teacher's RP Name:

             Galadain of Formindon

     

    Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

             Yes

     

    Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

             No

     

    Are you aware that if this feat is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

             Yes

     

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    Goodnight Sweet Prince

    in The Grand Principality of Minitz

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    Spoiler

     

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    Amid her chambers, a grieving Princess wept endlessly. Not once had she loved anyone besides her husband, and not once had she felt the need to. Yet something lingered at heart, and it stung, repeatedly. Perhaps, one day, she had wished for such a death. All who knew her knew how much she lamented the lack of a present Prince, yet she never left. She endured for the love they once cherished and the fruit of such a love: her dear Leon, the little Albert, the awkward Gertrude. 

     

    Any servant who had attempted to enter the room and aid the Princess had all met terrible fates, for she had become crazed and no soothing word may ever pacify such a fury. Chairs were commonly thrown, and along with them came bed sheets, jars, and God knows what else. Only after a week’s sleepless rest had she found some sense. She stood from her bed, and all of her jewels were placed on her desk. She made sure to preserve what little thing remained of their union; the reforged amulet, wedding band, and whatnot. She had not once thought he could die, not even during the battles he had fought in while in service to the Lord God. She had never thought her husband to be the type to fall in war, no.

     

    After grief, came the guilt. “Maybe, if I went too…” she thought to herself quite often, pulling at her white hair. “Perhaps, if I told him to stay…” the Adunian’s head fell between her hands, desperation filling the air. She did not know what would happen next, or if she could ever forgive herself, yet her heart had felt all too much pain in the recent year. All she could feel was the urge to escape, run away, be free. But while the heart longed for liberty, the mind spoke of their children. She could not possibly leave Leon alone with the aged Brandt, who had long gone senile. Although it would be quite the struggle, Helena of Formindon decided to push through and carry on with the life she deserved. 

     

    “Reserve me a space up there, my dear.” she spoke to a newly lit candle, a smile pressed on her lips. 

     

    “Ruhe in Frieden, Ferdi.”

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