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Join us in the city of Elizabeth for a grand day of celebration! The festivities will begin with a thrilling horse race, where noble steeds and skilled riders will compete for glory before a lively crowd. As the race ends all shall gather for a feast worthy of the occasion. Tables will be set with hearty fare, sweet fruits, and flowing drinks. Music, laughter, and good company will carry the merriment long into the evening. ORDER OF EVENTS The First Race Riders bold and steeds swift shall contend upon a treacherous course. Three full laps through shadowed forests, along the roaring riverbank, and over the jagged mountain heights. The land. itself shall rise in challenge, with cunning obstacles and nature’s fury to test the mettle of all who dare. Let no coward saddle a horse, for only the brave shall endure. Come ye, nobles and commoners, to witness this grand spectacle. Where glory awaits, and the path to it is carved by hoof and heart. Feast at Newcastle Upon the race’s end, when dust hath settled and victors are crowned, all shall gather for a grand feast in the Halls of Newcastlel! Tables shall groan with roasted meats, fresh-baked loaves, and flagons filled to the brim. There shall be song and merriment, tales of valor, and laughter echoing through the night. Let none depart hungry, nor spirits lie low. For this shall be a night to remember in the annals of Alba! All faithful souls of Burgundy are warmly invited to gather in celebration, come forth and take part in a day of fierce competition and grand feastery. His Lordship, Clemens of Dover
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Name: Clemens Aldersberg Affiliation: Dover, Alba Relevant Titles or Aliases: N/A
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” Konstantin walks in, chested puffed, with an unsure look in his eye. "The name is Konstantin, I grew up a bastard, left unwanted by my mother to an orphanage. As a hard working child at such a place you get noticed very quickly and i was soon taken by the infamous Zhvikov Family. After many years of learning to do their bidding it was time for me to find my own path." As he struts towards the hag his confidence returns to him and a smile begins to crawl across his mouth, his platinum tooth catching the candle light. "I've come to this place from far lands in search of power and new beginnings." He reaches the old woman and crouches before her, one hand resting on his knee, the other on the knife on his waist. "Now if you would kindly point me in the direction of where i might find such."
