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The Duke of Cathalon, Helton Rhodes Helvets, grumbled heartily at the announcement. "Susa has been both absent and attempted to defect only a few years ago." He continued to moan and groan, whine and complain. "Foolish! Foolish! Foolish!" He told his servants, who all really wanted to not be in the room with him.
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ratio.
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MC NAME : delaneyg
RP NAME : helton helvetsAGE : 30
Are you an Orenian Citizen or Ally : orenian citizen
Are you an ISA Soldier or a Knight of the Empire : No.
If you are from a Noble House, which one : Helvets.
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Passing of the Duke of Cathalon
Scroll of Gospel, Book of Sealing 7:66
And he did not know death, for the Lord loved him and lifted him into the Skies whole.Thee Duke of Cathalon has passed away at the age of 64 whilst surrounded by his family. A proud kaedreni man, Thomas Andrew’s life was filled first and foremost by duty and by the love for his family.
He and his late wife, Leopoldine had 8 children, 6 of whom are still alive today.The Duke served the Empire ever since he was born on the mountain of St. Catherine in Arcas, 1793. He inherited the Duchy of Cathalon at the age of 7 years, when his father passed away.
Even after getting honorably discharged from the Imperial State Army, he continued to serve in multiple wars, such as the 10th Nordling War, the Sedanite Rebellion and more recently, the Urguani-Orenian war, dubbed “war of the wigs” or “sheep war”.Later in life, he was again and again reelected as Lord Speaker for the House of Lords under the rule of John VIII and Philip II.
Finally, he was also elected to be the Lord Paramount of the Petra Circle - a position which he held until his death in 1857.
Thus, with a heavy heart, we invite all you people of the Empire to join us in our grief and to say one final farewell to the Duke of Cathalon. We wish to celebrate the life he has led and the achievements he has made before finally burning his body on a funeral pyre after a procession held by Cardinal Francis Albarosa.
Thereafter, we would like to invite you into our home, where we shall feast, drink and share stories in his honor.OOC: Sunday, 5:30 pm EST at Cheval Hall
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Helton Helvets always had a complicated relationship with his father. Try as he might to please the old Duke, the heir seemed to fail time and time again. He'd set out to do some scouting for a hunt at the request of the Prince of Providence on the fateful night.
"I'm going for a brief hunt, father. I'll be back tomorrow evening." Helton wasn't even sure if the old man had heard.
When he came home to find his father dead, the now Duke was unsure how to feel.
Circumstances had forced Helton to grow up quickly. Thomas wanted his son to understand the hardships of the world. To understand that nothing in the world was free, nor would it come easy. It was a balance between the harder parenting of Thomas and the more loving parenting of his mother, Leopoldine. When she passed, though, all that remained was the heavier hand of Thomas. He recalls when their relationship seemed to hit the point of no return. Helton confessed to his father who he truly loved. He received a beating. From then on, it was nothing but business between the Duke and his Heir. How to best advance the family. How to best serve Oren. They'd no longer had a personal relationship.
Now Duke Thomas Andrew Helvets of Cathalon was dead, and Helton could not help but feel sadness. He would stay particularly close with his sister, Laurentina, during this time. She was not there when mother was lost. She would not handle this as well as he or the others.
A letter was soon sent to the various imperial offices and peerages:
"On 7th of Tobias' Bounty, Duke Thomas Andrew Helvets passed away peacefully in his sleep. He will be remembered for his hard work as a soldier in his youth, and his expert statesmenship within the House of Lords in his later years. Duke Thomas stood for stability and traditional Orenian values and most importantly loyalty to Crown, Country, and Family. He will be missed.
A funeral will be held in Cathalon next Saint's day with a traditional Angreni pyre.
Signed,
HRHelvets, Duke of Cathalon"
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Helton gave a nod once all the documenting of the cultural norms were done. He was a creature of the enlightened capital, but honored and respected his rich heritage nonetheless.
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Helton Helvets went out of his way to find as many copies of this he could. With ink and quill, he scratched out the letter 'n' in multiple places. He repeated this until the misspellings are corrected.
"A good question, anonymous author. Are you a good Canonist? You can't even spell it right." These remarks, of course, are spoken to himself and in utter disbelief. "The rumor mill turns - you should focus on your theological studies."
Helton went about his day afterward rambling to various treasury aides about the importance of spell-checking memos before forwarding them.
((good post! no ooc hate meant w/ this reply - helton is just a sassy fellow. <3))
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The chaos and crack Helton heard before, followed by the sickening silence afterward was a series of sounds that would never quite leave his mind. He had done both too much and too little for Henrietta.
He would regret coming home that day, 'till the day he died.
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In the square of New Providence, Baron Manfred erected a pillar of a controversial nature. It called for Orenians to slaughter all Haenseni, a unilateral decision by the Baron and his ‘Brotherhood of Man’.
Helton Rhodes Helvets is no friend to the Haenseni. From a young age he has held mistrust and resentment toward them - a lingering effect from an attack on his House by the King of Haense himself. Even so, the ducal heir understood that a tentative peace with the northmen was angled to be struck.Thus, Helton approached Manfred in the square and said plainly: “His Majesty is pursuing peace with the Haenseni.”In response, the Baron Manfred spat and then drew a crossbow. So Helton returned in kind.
“Open your mouth, so I may feed you this bolt,” said the Norlander baron.
The Ruric fired first. He missed. Helton did not.
Unfortunately for the Helvetii, the Baron’s henchmen were close at hand. They descended upon him with sword and mace, cleaving and smashing. Helton was rendered incapacitated quickly before peace was brought to the square. His younger sister, Ruby of the Astercalia, stepped in to stop them from killing the heir, but was also violently attacked with blades and kicks. His other sister raised her own blade in defense, thwarting the Baron’s own son’s attempt at splitting the Ducal Heir’s head from his form.
Each side was dragged away so their wounds could be tended to.
It was a bloodthirsty attack. It will not be forgotten.
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"This is so unbelievably sad," Remarked Helton Helvets in the privacy of his own home. "I bet the author is some dumb old hag with no friends."
Then, he went to hang out with his sister. "Don't worry Laurentina, the old bats can't hurt you! They're just jealous at your opportunity. It's not your fault that their loveless marriage has sapped all happiness from their life."
They played cards until he lost and had to go to sleep.
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Helton read through most of the short pamphlet with indifference, until he reached the final few lines. He looked toward his father, and asked: "Who let this guy off his meds?? Who let him near a pen??"
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When Helton Rhodes Helvets heard of the attack, he said a prayer for the fallen clergywoman. Despite the tensions between his nation and Mother Church, Helton wished no ill or harm to any of those shepherds of humanity.
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Geoff Turgon was unable to fight for his country, now ill and rendered bedridden. When he received word of his son's demise, the sickly man wept. He would be inconsolable for the rest of his days.
No parent should have to bury their child.
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Helton Helvets, the young bachelor heir of the Duchy of Cathalon, pens a letter immediately while snickering. Though he wasn't a poet, he thought it wasn't half bad.
"To Miss Ellerbrock-Ame'narnir,
If you like piña coladas and gettin' caught in the rain... If you're not into yoga. If you have half a brain. If you like makin' love at midnight in the dunes on the cape, then I'm the love that you've looked for.
Write to me and escape.With love,
Thomas Andrew Helvets"
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An aged Geoff Turgon, Associate Justice of the Supreme Court, sat on his own deathbed. "He never showed up to our meetings, anyways..." Then, "I hope this girl does well, and isn't quite as absent as the previous Baron."
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justice for breeni. justice for caius. mans lost 20 dollars and a kingdom
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Somewhere up above, a fallen soldier smiled at the dedication. He watched his loved ones with hope - soon enough time will have mended their hurting hearts.
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Samuel Gendik nodded to Odo on his way out, "We'll be back before you know it, Gordias." These were the last words he spoke to his good friend.
Samuel went into battle with no fear - the Cardinal of Providence herself had said a prayer for him before he'd even donned his helmet. The fighting was back and forth across the Unity Bridge, and in the final clash a war-hammer caught him in the chest. He stumbled back, shocked by the blow. Then another. Then another. Then another. It was not an Irongut, or a Haensi knight, but a mercenary of the Ferrymen Company who should ultimately be credited for the kill - for the signature green mask and then the night sky above were the last two things he saw.
It was completely dark when he woke, alone and on the banks of the River Petra. The battle must have concluded, for the only thing he heard was the running water. He understood that it was over. So he thought about those he'd loved most.
First it was Sir Julian Sark. He hoped his mentor would find the peace he so rightly deserved. "Viva Mercator," he muttered.
Then he thought of his mother Primrose. He wished he could have gone back and treated her a little more kindly. "I hope I haven't disappointed you."
In his very final moments he thought of his sister Rosemary. He hoped she would find happiness with her beloved. He hoped she knew how much he cared for her. "I think I'll miss you the most, Rosemary." These were his final words, though no one was around to hear them.
@MaltaMoss @MapleSunflower @SapphirePool
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I would like snow, please. It's christmas time for pete's sake
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Helton Rhodes Helvets stands beside his father, the Duke, as the letter is penned and signed. "I pray this schism heals quickly, father, and that God has mercy on our souls." Much was on his mind, and he could not help but wonder if the heathens to their south would use this conflict of the faithful to their advantage.
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3 hours ago, Fishy said:
Thomas Andrew Helvets, the Duke of Cathalon, has a traveling circus act out a scene from a famous play, Stellar Conflict III: Revenge of Oren.
"But Lord Malyithill promised us peace!"SpoilerHelton Rhodes Helvets, the Heir of Cathalon, has the same traveling circus act out a scene from the famous play, Stellar Conflict III: Revenge of Oren.
"Have you ever heard the story of Ulfric Frostbeard the Manlet?"
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"They wanted Duncan Vuiller, three thousand mina and a public apology. They got none of it and... think they won?" Samuel Gendik did not understand politics very well, but he wasn't that dumb. It was clear these dwarves got confused!
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Helton Helvets heard news of this glorious victory as he sat waiting outside of the darkened Bastion, having gotten his blade wet for the first time only a few days prior. Soon enough he would be in uniform, learning to lead, and fighting His nation's enemies.
Samuel Gendik continued his mission - ferrying supplies south for the fortifying of defenses at the first line of defense, Southbridge. He heard news of this victory, said a prayer, and continued to work.
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Helton received his copy just after a certain Lady left the Cathalon Estate, having been granted a private tour. He was glad to see it the paper did not include his two harp performances at the ball.
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We'll Meet Again [Helton Helvets - PK Post]
in Provinces and Territories
Posted
We’ll Meet Again
It began with a sickening ‘crunch.’ Henrietta Helvets, Princess of Haense, crumpled in the dirt. Killed by her brother. It was unintentional. It was a mistake. It was an act immediately regretted - he held her close and muttered his apologies and ‘I love yous’ until she was gone.
It was the beginning of the end.
After the death of his sister, Helton Rhodes Helvets turned to vice. Quartz powder, drink. The priest had told him to turn himself in. Attacks against him began, first Baron Arichsdorf then a hired blade, Helton could not think it was divine justice against him.
The incidents left Helton in a state of paranoia. Constantly he was worried for the safety of him, and his family. At a stunning and quick pace, he began to isolate himself from his friends. He spoke with few. He shared private moments with even fewer.
Then…
…Visions.
They started small. They started subtly. A bird in the corner of the eye that was never there. The nonexistent blacksmith’s assistant carrying a bin of horseshoes to a forge.
He began to speak to them. They replied.
Some of these figures were friendly. Far more were not. Walking through the streets, the Duke would carry out arguments with himself - insisting he was right in whatever subject fancied him. All he heard from them was “you’re wrong.”
Arguments escalated into fights. And when the visions had enough of fighting fair, they began to strike at him in the dark. He would wake in a start, feeling the cold metal of a dagger across his face. He’d wrestle with these unknown assailants for who knew how long before eventually beating them back. He always beat them back.
These delusions did not come without a price. It started first with acquaintances at court. Continuously did he see groups of courtiers where only one or two stood. Initially this was met with confusion - it soon became anger.
No one resented Helton and his ailment more than his family. They only suffered his behavior for so long. Soon each one of them resented him. He was convinced that they all hated him, even his dearest sister Laurentina. And so the list of would-be assassins grew and grew and grew until he only truly trusted three people. All of them, every assassin on the list was damned - damned and cursed by the Duke of Cathalon.
None were to be trusted. None were to be trusted. None were to be trusted.
He damned them all, all but Laurentina. Even as she hated him, he still wanted to give the world to his sister. So he never went on his list of assassins. He could never bring himself to add her there. The conversations began in Cheval Hall.
“Can he steward our lands?”
“Will he resolve our crises?”
“Is he fit to rule?”
All of these questions, these whispers, Helton heard. He heard them through the walls, through the bookshelves. And he wrote it all down:
“HATe. HatE. hATE. HATe. HAte. haTE. Hte. HhATE. HATe.”
A stack of notebooks on his desk, hiding and distracting from the actual duties of Cathalon. Each page with a name at the top. Each page filled with “Hate.”
And always open, always with a page half-filled, was the notebook marked “HElTOn.”
“gOD WILL NeVER FOrgIVE ME.”
His children were born over the course of two years. Andrea Fredericka, then the twins: Rickard and Rosina. His wife, Natalia Persephonie-Catherine Galbraith died delivering the two youngest. In any other household it would be considered a tragedy. In the Cathalon house, Helton did not even mourn - the opposite. A party was thrown to celebrate. The only attendees were the Duke and his servants.
On a table he hopped, cheering and singing and drinking: “She’s dead! She’s dead! She can’t kill me anymore! She’s dead!”
The one thing Helton remained dutiful toward was his beloved numbers. Where mankind had failed him with treachery and deceit, his numbers embraced him. He turned into quite the book worm, burying himself within the ledgers of the Empire. Each week, he’d count. Then count again. Even when the transfers were finished. Even when all the gold and marks were moved. He would still be there with his abacus, doing the calculations again and again. again and again.
He carried the threes. He subtracted the twos. He made sure to check all of his math three times. Then when the day's work was finished, he’d do it again the next day.
There was only one person where he could find true happiness. The only true moments where he let his guard down was with her. It was with her where he could be himself. And they all hated him for that, too.
He began to see his mother - or what he remembered of her. In her youth and middle years before she passed, Leopoldine was a beautiful woman. She was kind, caring. The perfect mother. In his head, Helton could only see the shell she was after death. Throat torn out. Eyes plucked from her skull. This phantom haunted him, following him around. And every time he fought off the assassins that came for him she was there - watching without sight. Judging without presence. This weighed on him above all. What would she think of him now?
It all came to a head in the square of Providence. A poor soul tormented by Helton had told their trusted - the Hexer Arthur of Caermad - and the beastfeller demanded answers. The resulting squabble ended with the Duke being confronted by the Archchancellor.
“Stay away, Lord.” Helton insisted.
“Can’t you see you’ve gone mad? This isn’t who you are!”
The d’Azor kept getting too close. He wouldn’t stay away. He was one of them. He had to be.
So Helton stabbed him.
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In the wilderness, she spoke sense to him. It was Grace Romstun, the famed warrior. The woman he loved. She’d tracked him to his hiding place. While he was keen on dropping off the face of the earth, she wouldn’t let him.
It was her insistence that this was not who it was that had him vow to do better. For himself. For her. For his family.
It was then he realized he was of no service to either his country or Cathalon. He was mad. Those who depended on him did not deserve to suffer and be neglected while he was in this state. They all deserved better.
So the Duchy of Cathalon would pass to his eldest daughter, Andrea Fredericka, and Helton would be free.
It was time to be free of the paranoia and fear.
It was time to heal.
In a scene eerily similar to the one playing out simultaneously in the Empire of Oren on the 18th of the Sun’s Smile, 1859, Helton was dragged unchained before the Chancellor of Sedan, Caius Tiberius de Ravensburg. There he received a trial, if one could call it that - though it was wartime and they were enemies, so who would really complain? Throughout the entire trial his eyes were constantly moving from the speaker to the back of the room. He needed to see her as much as he could. The defense was as best as one could muster at a time like this. He stood firm in his support of both his sovereigns and the Church. The writing was on the wall and he knew it. The Duke was condemned to die for a multitude of crimes he did not commit. So he went stoically and without issue.
During the walk he had little time to prepare himself. The Duke thought of everyone he once knew, everyone he was ever close to:
Many of his friends he was still at odds with: Odessa, Amelia, Joseph, Catherine. He prayed they would understand he was not himself the past few months.
He thought of his family away from home, in the far reaches of the Empire: Elias. Matilda. Eloise. Auden. He prayed they knew he missed them dearly.
Theodosia. He prayed she knew he still loved her, till the end of time.
Even sadder still was his family. Laurentina, and his children. The three kids would grow up without parents. His sister and he had been on bad terms at best since their father died. They would never be given the chance to reconcile. He prayed they would meet again someday.
The sentence was death by one-thousand cuts, which struck fear into the Duke’s heart. A hastily found ‘Elder-Heiromonk Vladrick’ came forth to offer last rites.
The judge was absent during last rites. The ‘Elder-Heiromonk’ was absent during the execution.
Helton’s final moments on the post were focused on her. He wanted to assure her it would be okay. He wanted to be strong for her. He did not want her to watch. When she refused to go:
“I’ll wait for you,” He told her. “I promise I’ll wait.”
“You’re going to be fine,” She assured him. “I’m gonna cut you down after and we’re gonna go home, okay?”
It was the greatest blessing she could give him: comfort in what was to come after. He was ready. He cried with her. They watched one another, just out of reach.
“We’ll meet again, Gracie. I love you.”
Helton turned to meet his destiny. His mind was still on the exchange prior, head filled with images of her. Then the world went dark - the scene cut short by a well placed crossbow bolt to the head.
Not bad, for a final thought. All things considered, it was pretty great.
Some time after Helton Helvets’ death, a writ of abdication was found amongst his books dated 20th Sun’s Smile, 1859. Just below it, in the same notebook with his name on it, a page was half filled with the words:
“You will get better. For Laury, for Grace.”
OOC NOTE:
Helton has been my first run at a nobleman character, and I was incredibly lucky to have such amazing experiences on him. I want to say thank you to @Fishyand @Fiefor giving me a shot at playing the character in the first place! @PerfectlyPeachy, @zuziee, and @Fie(again) for being such amazing siblings to Helton (rip the first two LMAO).
Until the last few weeks of the character's life, Helton's home away from home was with all of you: @Itz_Cookie, @StrongBear, @bloomtiara, @RoseyPosey532and @RaindropsKeepFalling. Both in character and out of character you all welcomed me with open arms and I'm so incredibly happy and proud to call you all my friends.
@tilly, @Taketheshot, @CharmingCavalier, @libertyybelle and @Fie(AGAIN stop pls leave me alone!!!!) When I started to do more work at the imperial court and within the government, it was you all who took me under wing and taught me the ropes. I'm eternally grateful and look forward to many more adventures together.
And a final final thank you to @iFractalfor your role in this story as Grace Romstun. You inspire me to improve my craft and challenge me to be a better person daily. Don't be a heckin stranger :D