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Cesare Roa looked towards the parchment and nodded his head in approval, chuckling as he heard of the title-harlots. Perhaps it would make for a good talk later on

Cesare Roa looked upon his son and nodded his head "You are brave my son" the Baron smiled proudly at his son "D'ya need anything?"

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Cesare Roa looked at the missive, he would've been surprised. Although at this point he wasnt "Was to be expected of the Adilers… Why must they always tread with darkspawns" he sighed, disappointed of how things had turned out for the Adiler family, once again "Once a darkspawn lover, always a darkspawn lover"

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Cesare G. Roa had previously been talking with Beatrice Rovare about Louis, noticing the disrepair falling on Louis' previous vineyard, noting it strange that he had left it like that "We should take care of it for him, until he comes back, aye?" he said towards Beatrice Although Louis never came back. After hearing the news Cesare contemplated what to do, he had heard the Savoie and the Rouen's had a blood feud previous "Justice shall be served, Louis" he said, putting a fist to his chest before finishing the wine Louis had given him

Cesare Roa squinted his eyes at the missive, more so at the star-alignment, just after Cealia'nor had but crumbled to dust not a year ago. "The stars? He sounds oddly similar to those Celia'nor guys…" he said, sighing at whom would very likely be his new teacher of Templarism, quite repenting on his life choices, and teacher choices, but he would keep that hidden (Im joking Birby birb)

Cesare G. Roa, Castellan of Fort Roa raised an eyebrow towards Holy Ser Peter Rovare "Didn't know they would muster up the courage to respond, they dont seem as coward anymore. But damn, to spin such lies, that you're but an undead? Well it was to be expected of people who seek refuge on an elven realm. Betraying their kin and spitting on their heritage." "Hey Peter, what about getting publicly tested for being a darkspawn? That would shut them up easily enough" Cesare chuckled before he continued reading the parchment "And they're expecting you to pay 2,000 mina, exactly what they owe to the Church… they expect you pay for them?" @Based1Salmon

Cesare Roa hummed as he read the missive "Imagine because your family is living elsewhere, you disown them. Even at war, damn, its such an underhanded tactic 'Oh you're not with me, so you dont belong here anymore', what idiots…" he said to Peter De Rovare @Based1Salmon

Cesare Roa, a simple passerby saw the missive pinned, and then his eyes fixated on the Coat of Arms on top of it "Nice Coat" he said to no one, thinking of passing the missive to a family member

+1 Gotta love Slith lore, totally approved, imagine the possibilities with this…

"URAH!" An adventure-addicted teen shouted from within his chambers as he read the missive, sending a letter towards Fragglesworth II

Eirene Linh Vuiller, a relative of her which was already dead and in the seven skies, gave a soft smile to the dead Hyacinth before welcoming her to the seven skies, and perhaps guiding her to the rest of her family.

Gregorius looked towards Sir Yvian Galken after arriving to the Seven Skies, drawing a smile 'pon his face as he nodded his head "Longer than I ever expected, sorry for keeping you waiting, my friend" the man said as he accepted the handshake "Do you know where Leon might be?" the man wondered, needing to do one thing in the Seven Skies before finally clearing his mind of all the troubles that happened in his life "Or Siegfried? I want to act like that one time I was drunk, and court with him… cause why not? Im dead already so, yea, will be fun" @Miniguy15736 "I forgive you, now you shall rest peacefully" Gregorius uttered with a nod "I did so much in my life… guess resting now wouldn't be so bad after all" he said with a sigh, departing to find his other relatives, perhaps there would be many more close by

[Art by MimosaMoi] It all started when Gregorius and his brother ventured through Almaris, seeking a new home. They had just arrived in the East, a place lush and green—so different from the white desert of his youth, the snowy pits of the North. As they admired the land, a group of horsemen suddenly appeared, their armor foreign and intimidating. Gregorius feared the worst, imagining them to be bandits. But before he could react, a blonde man spoke: “Do you wish to join Minitz?” Surprised and relieved, Gregorius agreed without hesitation. And so, their lives took a new turn as they were taken to Minitz. Time in the Viscounty passed quickly, perhaps too quickly for Gregorius’ liking. He made new friends, eventually forming the tribe of Roa. His position in the Warband of Theoderic rose steadily, bringing him into contact with notable figures like Robert Stroheim, who rejected his offer to join Roa. Gregorius respected his refusal, admiring the man’s strength and independence. Another encounter, this time with Slith (Tin Can) Cobbet whom Gregorius initially mistook for a merchant evolved into a friendship that lasted for decades, if not centuries. How had it all turned out like this? As the years passed, the path ahead grew uncertain. A visit to Orion Adler in the Duchy of Helious disturbed him deeply. “And Minitz’s walls will burn to the ground,” the elf declared, his rage evident. The words left Gregorius uneasy. Jarad Munnel, Duke of Helious, offered him refuge, but Gregorius politely declined with "I don't think you could offer us a 14 people house, so no" his words, misunderstood. Which, soon reached the ears of Minitz’s leadership. Summoned for an explanation, Gregorius tried to defend himself, but his words fell on deaf ears. He was given an ultimatum: to swear allegiance to the Barclays once more or leave Minitz forever. After deep reflection and a visit to his long-standing friend, Yvian Galken, Gregorius made his choice. “It’s not worth swearing my allegiance to you if you can’t trust my word already,” he told Duke Leon Barclay, a man he had long respected. And so, he left Minitz, with those of his kin by his side. Soon after, Aurik Bishop tasked Gregorius with rebuilding a city that had fallen into disrepair. To his surprise, his reward was not just monetary but Lordship of the city. He led with pride, although tensions arose when an attack on a Barclay took place on his lands, orchestrated by Orion, now a vengeful wraith. Despite Gregorius’ efforts to clear his name and offer a bounty on Orion’s head, the weight of suspicion remained, both caused by the betrayal of both a former friend; And his lover. Thus, Gregorius lost Pavia, his short-lived dream of leadership shattered. In the years that followed, Gregorius sought refuge in the Principality of Helious, then later in the Grand Principality of Aeltarys—until both collapsed. In his twilight years, Gregorius settled in Balian with his family, becoming a hunter in the Paradisian Adventurer’s Guild. There, at last, he found peace, the emptiness inside him finally filled as he embraced a quieter, simpler life of adventure and family. “It will be alright” “Take care of my family, aye?” Gregorius’ memories suddenly stopped in those two. His whole world now fading to black, all his affairs were in order already, he had been eager for this moment, for this peace, for the call of the Lord to meet him, his family and friends, thus, he readily accepted his calling. [Letters, inheritance and everything would be handed after his death, I am just too lazy to write them rn, so imma write them privately :^)]

"Such a shame. . ." A certain person said from the forests of Haense "What's the point of doing that if. . . Wait I could still kidnap the baby!" the same certain (Kidnapper) smiled from the forests of Haense, thinking of his next victim, perhaps there would be no animatii this time stopping him from abducting someone!

Gregorius Roa, didnt know how to react to the man's passing, he questioned What were they? enemies? No. They werent Allies? Did not seem like such. Friends? Not at all. Then, why did this matter to him? Why did the death of a man he had no relation, a man whose first interaction with him was "You are the arch traitor, we are bound to have beef, Im sorry" Hold meaning to him? He wasnt an ally to remember, nor an enemy to lament not having been able to kill, nor a friend to mourn over. Perhaps, Peter Stroheim was just a honorable and admirable person, that must've been. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- With this, he sent an anonymous letter to Robert Stroheim @Shadow2k "I hope this letter finds you in good health, old friend, I hope not to bother you in these troubling times of mourning, I hath just wished to give you my condolences for the passing of such an extraordinary person. I still remember the times we'd met, they were extraordinary, I could not predict what his actions would be, even with all the years of life I have upon me, he was truly an impredictible person, a bulwark of honor and glory upon this continent. May he be an example for the future Minitzer generations. Or Reinmaren, however you wish to call yourselves. I hath decided not to divulge who I am for personal reasons, hope you are able to forgive this slight, I just wanted to send my earnest wishes and condolences upon you and all those who are suffering for his passing, Goodbye, Robert.

Gregorius Roa squinted his eyes at the missive, sighing finally after having confirmed the death of his long standing friend "You shall be remembered, Demetrius" the man said with a nod of his head as he stored the missive in a separate box, detailing the adventures of him and all his friends, and how they all wilted away.

Gregorius Roa, the once denizen of the Kingdom of Aaun smiles at the naming of his dear student and friend, John Valentinus as Count of Enswerp, eyeing the Crest he made for the title.

Gregorius Roa stared at the missive for several seconds before finally speaking to someone besides him, showing her the missive "Have you seen this bullshit?" the man said before re-reading the missive again, trying to make sense out of it all "I get the restrictions on gatherings, but God forsake people say their opinion!" the man chuckled from his residence "Well I guess its for Vikela" the man said before humming. After that, he sent a letter to Lothair of Brabant, penning the missive below for the man to read @Lomiei

"A state of cowardice" Gregorius Roa muttered on his chambers as he spat on the floor "One more reason never to go to Lurin, traitors, cowards and opportunists" the man remarked on his chambers

Gregorius Roa chuckled at the wedding of his fellow Diplomat, raising a glass of wine up in the air as celebration "Perhaps I should go? I wasnt invited tho-" the man hummed before sending Lothair a VERY ANGRY letter (trust trust) (P.D. its obviously not angry at all) @Lomiei

Gregorius Roa raised his brow at the missive, going privately to Medea to ask for Orn's crimes and why should he be convicted