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[!] Across the Imperial Cities and Towns the second issue of the Gentleman’s Courier began to circulate

Henri Carnelle gently moved his hand fan as he read the freshly handed missive. Loudly laughed he spoke "Oh, this is so embarrassing" the man's head turned to face his daughter "Do bring more of this if such comes to light..."

"Ohhoho!" laughed loudly the man behind the Gentleman's Courier. A sense of nervousness began to approach his mind. Was this smart to begin with? But, then again "Recognition..." he bellowed with a sly smirk upon his face. The man then raised his head, turning it to face one of his own writers "To haste my friend, the scoundrel has awoke and I wish to destroy her before she gets to step out of bed."

Pierre, now Carotgrapher of Alba, quietly nodded in approval as he turned to hit the books himself.

[!] Across the Imperial City of Rittersberg a new publication began to show, found on benches and or before people’s doors.

✠ Discord & IGN Usernames: Croangutan / Croangutan ✠ Full Legal Name: Henri Dante Carnelle ✠ Residence (Must be within constituency): Lorraine ✠ Age (Must be over 18): 31 ✠ I, a property owner in Lorraine, cast one vote in favor of... ✠ Huon of Lorraine

The Baroness of Rosalervo “My sister is… To say the least, a woman with a captivating demeanour. I have little to no doubt in her ability politically, as that sharp tongue and tendency to bring everyone around her down in spirits may do wonders in Garmont. She would fit in well in a court, but perhaps one where she’s judge, jury and executioner, not the kind where you discuss culture. I can, however, proudly say that she is a proper, true member of House Carnelle and I wish her luck in her reign of terror.” Antonio Vicenzo Carnelle Previous Baron of Rosalervo A S P R O C L A I M E D B Y The Lady, Third Baroness of Rosalervo, Anna-Marie Margherite, of the House of Carnelle I, ANNA-MARIE MARGHERITE of HOUSE CARNELLE, hereby proclaim that I shall assume the position of Baroness of Rosalervo, therefore also becoming the Matriarch of House Carnelle. This is a result of the request from my elder brother, the previous Baron of Rosalervo, Antonio Carnelle who no longer saw himself fit to lead our family in the domain of His Grace Joseph of Petra. LET IT BE KNOWN that my time as Baroness will bring much needed changes and reforms to our House and title. For over two decades the direction this house had taken under my brother brought us absolutely nothing of worth. It is now my main objective to bolster our efforts in the courts and affairs of this very realm. In that regard I know well that I shall not fail. I am aware of the stigma that surrounds this abdication, and while it was not the responsibility I sought, it shall be done. TO MY KIN I DECLARE, our future is secure and our status is well maintained. It is time for House Carnelle to appropriately carry out its duties, obligations and return to the times of an active, rapidly-developing house that engages with the affairs of our Commonwealth. Do dedicate your trust to me and I assure you that you will not regret it. THEREFORE, we hereby invite the good people of Petra and the wider Empire, both of noble birth and humble beginnings to join us in a celebration of succession. The evening will include the following: ✦ Drinks and Hors D'oeuvres Served in the hall by our fantastic staff. There shall be quishes, and they shall be mini. There shall be eggs, and they shall be deviled. There shall be a selection of cheeses and nuts, and plenty more from whence they came. ✦ Primary Entertainment We will be finding a slew of entertainment for the evening, including musicians, artisans, and a chorus from Anna’s canine choir. ✦ Secondry Entertainment Aligning with the Baroness’ love for dogs, House Carnelle will be running a dog race in which participants are welcome to bet on their champion. In addition to their financial prize, winners will be gifted a puppy from Lady Anna-Marie’s pedigree, of which they can decide to train it themselves, or leave it within the Carnelle residence until it is trained, at full maturity. THE LADY BARONESS, Anna-Marie Carnelle Baroness of Rosalervo, Matriarch of House Carnelle

Union of Carnelle & Varoche It is with great pleasure that we announce the matrimonial union between Henri Dante Carnelle An Equyer of the Golden Oak and Acolyte of the Faith & Lucrezia Varoche A Lady of most noble candor and blood In a matter most formal, we hereby proclaim the joyous news of union. With a humble sermon, the souls of His Lordship Henri of the Baronial House Carnelle and Her Ladyship Lucrezia of the most storied House Varoche were joined as one. It is said they exchanged rings within a small parish church on the outskirts of our most glorious Imperial City of Rittersberg. Thus was marked the first day of their devoted service to one another as husband and wife. As the roots of this merry union sprung, so did the fruits. For the youthful House Carnelle welcomes its newest generation. A blessing made twice as we proclaim the birth of two boys at the nearing end of the year 642 of the Tiberian calendar. Great was the joy in the twilight of that year and greater still the promise of years to come. Therefore, we confirm their names of these sons of Carnelle: Raymond Marcel & Dante Felipe First to come was Raymond, strong as a stag with a rich head of brown hair and beautiful green eyes. His identity was not to be disputed for he holds the signature looks of his father and mother. A powerful cry he echoed and so the physicians, wise and sound, claimed he will make a strong warrior one day. His name holds reason as Raymond is a true Lothrinigian name granted to him in honour of Duke Lothar IV of Lorraine and Marcel is the name of his father’s maternal ancestor Count Marcel of Auvergne to honour the length of his bloodline. Second was Dante, his looks were identical to Raymond’s, but Dante was smaller. His face was that of a philosopher and his cry was soft, but also very sudden. Perhaps the boy will make a fine statesman. That we shall wait to find out. His name is equally storied for Dante is the name of Henri’s father, a studious man with an appetite for knowledge whilst the name Felipe is the name of the founder of House Carnelle, the diligent first Baron “Progenitor”. A N I N V I T A T I O N F O R B A P T I S M It is in our intention to invite those who may find interest in this ever so special matter to witness the baptism of both Raymond Marcel Carnelle and Dante Felipe Carnelle. With that said we invite the following Houses and their pedigrees alongside our family and friends: Imperial Majesty, HADRIAN I, Emperor of Man, and his Imperial Retinue His Princely Highness, MARTIUS I, Prince of Blackvale, and his Princely Retinue His Princely Highness, CASSIUS I, Prince of Myrine, and his Princely Retinue His Royal Highness, EDWARD II, Archduke of Alba, and his Royal Retinue His Grace, LOTHAR IV, Duke of Lorraine, and his Noble Pedigree The Honourable, JEAN-BAPTISTE I, Viscount of Joyeuse, and his Noble Pedigree His Lordship, ANTONIO I, Baron of Rosalervo, and his Noble Pedigree Don Niccolo di Rosavena e Montelliano, and his Noble Pedigree Lord Mayor of Rittersberg, Sebastien Jean-Chastel A L L C I T I Z E N S O F T H E E M P I R E O F M A N His Lordship, Equyer of the Golden Oak, Henri Dante Carnelle Her Ladyship, Lucrezia Varoche-Carnelle

The Tide of History Before your eyes stands a proclamation in form of apology directed at His Imperial Majesty HADRIAN I And at all whom it may concern. A S P R O C L A I M E D B Y The Humble Subject, The No-longer Countess Palatine of Trau, Viscountess of Valaqua and Baroness of San Giulia, Eleonora Ysabel of the House di Trau To the Emperor, Lords, Ladies, and the common folk of the Imperium, It is incredible how far one decision can bring a person, and then cause them trouble at a later date. Such a fate I experienced with the cursed marriage to my no-good, though sadly lawful, husband. After the untimely death of Count Adonis of Stirland, Godfrey and I were called upon to serve as the next Count and Countess. This duty I wished to fulfill to my fullest potential, but it was denied to me relatively soon. I was young, misguided, and lost when my father-in-law, Peter Rovare, insisted that we abandon our posts as the rightful rulers of the land. I was naturally hesitant, but my husband was not. At that time, I was already with child. Fearing abandonment and disgrace, I chose to follow, not wishing to bring my child into a world without their father. Left with no choice, I accepted. This choice ended up spiraling into me waking up one day a Princess, then Countess Palatine, Viscountess, and Baroness. I was showered with attention and a better standard of life, but this I did not seek. I always wanted to serve my post; that is why I was granted, by Peter, the titles of the County Palatinate of Trau, Viscounty of Valaqua, and Barony of San Giulia, as thanks for my construction and organisation of what was to be the Jewel of the Shore, Southspire. But all was in vain when the Peterian army began to crumble like stale bread, and the food itself turned stale, and perhaps even Peter himself turned stale. Fueled by delusions of power and meaning, the man ruined my life and family in the long run. As for my husband, when we moved to the Horde, I began to wait for him, but he never came. I never saw him in person again, never. I was abandoned and alone, with only my infant children, in a foreign land, estranged and lost. He did not die; he very much was and still is alive, but he had chosen to cast me aside, clearly growing tired of my existence. I ended up living my worst nightmare, a nightmare from which I shall never truly recover. But I remain hopeful that God’s path is one of wonder, and perhaps there will be something which will redeem and cleanse my soul of pain and guilt. For this, and for all I have aided and done, I apologise wholeheartedly. All titles and privilege I have ever possessed, if commanded by Emperor Hadrian Primus, may be destroyed, but if he chooses otherwise, I beg of him to keep them by his side, so that one day perhaps one of my nephews or relatives of the loyal House Carnelle, which I foolishly abandoned and disobeyed, may take them as their own, as a reward for serving His Majesty if he so pleases. Let them not stray from the true path of humanity. As for myself, I shall seek inner peace. Perhaps, if the Church decrees it, I shall divorce, and if permitted, I shall join a sisterhood, for my duties as Matriarch are no longer required. Once more, I beg forgiveness, for I bring shame upon Horen’s race, my lineage, and my blood. The Humble Subject of the Imperium, Eleonora Ysabel

[Henri’s Personal Arms] Reading the missive young Henri Carnelle raised a brow. Several questions floated across his vibrant mind, but all the answers were the same. Gennad lies! But, Henri was impressed. Why didn’t his ancestors lie? Perhaps there was power in lies, he thought. And so it was concluded. Henri Carnelle rose in support for Duke Gennad “of Akovia”.

And so Henri Carnelle for once in his life finally begged God. That his ambition would match the one of his Liege, Sir Lothar d’Amaury. That he could perhaps at least be a footnote in the man’s life and doing.

Eleonora’s Survey [An illustration of the Northern Marches of the Realm] Hereafter are set forth the passages drawn from the lived account of Her Royal Highness, Princess Eleonora of Beleth and Eicheria, presenting her passage through the Northern Marches, a harsh and dangerous borderland of the realm. THE DAY OF DEPARTURE In the quiet of the night, deep within the Gwendolen Palace, the Court Surveyor HRH Princess di Trau was packing her necessary belongings for the perilous venture ahead. An agitated expression laid on her face, no words were uttered, but much was thought of. All kinds of what-if scenarios ran across her mind – some she enjoyed, some she did not. An unnamed servant carefully entered her chambers: “M’lady the carriage to Perduran is ready.” he calmly delivered as Eleonora turned around to face him. With a jestful smile she quietly responded “It is a miracle that we deem that road safe, good man.” adding more “Last thing we want is some Imperial hound interrupting my tasks ahead.” What was life without risk? She thought as the two crossed the Palace bridge, stepping foot into her pride and joy Southspire. Sure the streets were barren and much was still under construction, but the Princess was more than proud of her work “Some could say I’m only the Lady Mayor of Scaffold… in truth they are rather correct. Even I fail to see the city tucked behind all this work and masonry.” The servant mindlessly nodded as he opened the door of the royal carriage, but the Princess simply went by it and threw her bags over a horse, which she simply untied. “Best I travel alone, without tugging this shiny piece of red oak behind me. Do tell his Royal Majesty of my chosen style of departure.” Before the man could even say something, she kicked the horse with her heels and the beast scurried forward leaving only a trail of dust and dirt behind it. The journey to Perduran was ahead, but it turned uneventful, the real venture happened after crossing the bridge west of the seat of House Grisblood. Eleonora took note of the surroundings, a small village of three homesteads was spotted on a small hill. On that very hill she chose to set a temporary camp as the Sun was setting over the red rocks and dry grass. THE FIRST MORNING As the Sun rose, so did the Princess. Sporting simple trousers and less formal clothing then usual she made her way towards the eastern mountain overlooking Perduran and the borderlands of Kurai-Kuni. Climbing each rock and stone she spoke to herself “Court Surveyor!” she huffed “Very funny Peter, quite a jest really… ****…” taking a sip of water from her flask she spoke again “Sure I’ll build you a whole city, plan each street and wall. Why not! Those are totally not the jobs of a Court Architect, yes, yes. I will gladly climb rocks near enemy territory. Maybe you should go kick rocks alongside me…” as her honest rambling continued her eyes spotted a strange structure. Unsure of what it was she ceased talking. Stepping closer it was made clear that either rouges, bandits or even darkspawn had dug themselves deep into the mountain. That location she simply marked with a skull on her papers. That very skull would be reused again – tomorrow. THE SECOND MORNING The next day Eleonora awoke at the same time as she did the day before. Tired from the climb she chose to first note the footpaths of the region. Most led deeper into the mesa, but the two others which she deemed the most important were the ones leading out of it. The first of those was a cobbled path of a medium size leading towards Kurai-Kuni. She sat on a small rock in the bushes near the path making a rough sketch of what was in front her. Perhaps constructing some sort of fortification near this path could benefit Beleth in the war. This was just a theory, one which she would certainly discuss with the Diarch-Indivisum. Another interesting path was the one to the north-west. A large clif covered the path whole. It reminded her of Aevos, specifically the city of Numenost the Fair which was built on very similar terrain. That path and location she dubbed the “Great Gate”, not the most original name, but one which could stick around. Resting a bit near some strange anvil shrine she concluded that there would be 5 more hours of sunlight. Said 5 hours and an hour more went by when she finally returned from the northern mountain noting down a potential bandit camp of sorts (also dug into the mountain) perhaps the two mentioned lairs were somehow connected. She couldn’t know for sure, but still wrote that possibility down. Arriving back at camp she lit a fire to keep herself warm and aware of her surroundings. This time she couldn’t fall asleep. What looked like eyes were staring at her from the dark. Sounds of serpents and wild boars were heard. THE THIRD AND FINAL MORNING Before the sun could rise, Eleonora had gathered all of her letters and belongings. She mounted her steed once more and on top of it she spent at least 2 hours, hoping that nothing would strike at her. As soon as the Sun creeped over the Princess struck the horse swiftly. Information was gathered, the Northern March was explored in proper detail. The following is a letter penned by HRH Eleonora di Trau in regards to her venture North. The Northern Marches of Beleth A S P R O C L A I M E D B Y Her Royal Highness, Princess of Beleth & Eicheria Countess Palatine of Trau, Viscountess of Valaqua and Baroness of San Giulia, Eleonora Ysabel Julia, of the House di Trau To his Royal Majesty Peter I, Diarch-Indivisum of Beleth, I write to provide information in regards to my task of surveying the Northern Marches of the Belethian Federation. After spending some time in this wilderness I have procured a map which points out what is ours and what is not. Additionally, I must warn you that despite the region being rural it is ridden with possible bad actors ( e.g. Bandits, Rouges, Imperials in hiding and Darkspawn). Even though this may not be my field of work I would strongly advise sending scouts and even some knights to inspect the danger which could be hiding there. Once everything is properly investigated we can swiftly begin settling the region or even fortifying it. Finally, the wildlife is also mysterious. I am afraid I lack the insight to provide necessary information in regards to the flora and animal kingdoms which may roam the Marches. Perhaps things will be made clearer once a proper foothold is established. Your input and opinion about the manner in which I completed my task is always appreciated. A response would be most dignified, if it would please your Majesty as well. Sincerely - your daughter-in-law, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Eleonora Ysabel Julia di Trau Princess of Beleth and Eicheria, Countess of Trau, Viscountess of Valaqua, Baroness of Giulia, Matriarch of House di Trau

Henri would smile the sun's smile knowing well that there was more to come!

IGN: Croangutan Discord: croangutan Full Name: Godmar Konrad von Rikardsburg Age: 24 Address: River's Spring II Position Running For: Lord Mayor