SpookyLean

Journey Into Mystery The King of Hanseti The year is 1810 and festivities celebrating Philip Aurelian and Amadea Ulyssa union go into their second day with the Anthosian fair. Today Virgil stands as a fully fledged fourth brigade member, personal guard of the Imperial Household. The youth has made his way from Recruit to Ensign in a matter of years as well as an renowned architect of the Empire. Today a discovery will be made, one that can possibly change the life of the young DeNurem and perhaps the world. --- Virgil DeNurem stands at John Pruvia’s side. Keeping an eye on participants dressed in Teutonic Order plebeian uniform undercover. “To think this all occurred hundreds of years ago, John. The foundation of what our Empire was founded on was on men who wore these tabards proudly.” He stood there watching as men in White Rose and Teutonic Order tabards cheer and drink to their delight. “A distant memory now.” He turned his gaze over to watch the court jester get dunk into a vat of water leaving him completely soaked smiling widely “Your Highness,” called a voice from aside. John speaking up, “Viscount. I am no royal.” As the two searched for the voice. They would find themselves looking at a man cladded in full Teutonic Order plate. Though this wasn’t one of the ancient Teutonic Order era, but of the third founding sporting a highly decorated winged Hochmeister helmet gilded with gold. It’s iconic wings imposing power to those around with a single glance. He approached the two with his gaze focused on Virgil. "Virgil, you know this man?" “Your Highness,” the Sariant said firmly. The black slits of his helmet projecting a grim feeling. “You’re sorely mistaken, sir. I am only a soldier.” The Sariant grumbled, “As a true DeNurem would be, your hair, your eyes.. I am not mistaken with my words. My travels have led me here and I’ve watched you three. I just had only hoped Alaric would have made it to see this day.” The former soldier shifted one leg forward, reaching for the hilt of his blade. “Who are you? Enough with the theatrics.” The Sariant shook his head moving a hand onto the flap of his satchel. “There's none here, Viscount Pruvia. Simply returning what was stolen from Virgil and his family. I am Hochmeister Franz Vladov of the Third Founding Chapter. We’ve been searching for you since the discovery of the prophecy foretelling your coming as told by the Azog orc, or as they call him The Great Green Prophet. Our order was founded on The Rock on the realm of Axios by Sergei Vladov and his daughter Camille Vladov, a distant memory to many of the men who now inhabit these lands. Many forget, especially the men who claim to be Hanseti in this realm today. Though we haven’t. We never forgot our mission and I believe mine and my ancestor’s journey has finally come to an end here.” The Sariant pulled a piece of parchment from the flap unraveling it before the DeNurem. “It seems fate has plans for you if you have made it this far, Virgil. All of this has led us to this very moment. The exile rescuing you from the fire... Alren and Alaric arriving in Oren. The reunion of the three DeNurems. It’s all as the Great Green Prophet has prophesied. Though it seems we all arrived here by strange circumstances.” "Rather than the Teutonic Order finding you, the exile did, your mentor.. One of the non-believers of the prophecy at one point until he deserted to seek the Great Green Prophet himself demanding answers. There I suppose he found them as it drove him to make his way to war camp outside of Helena and enlisted under Simon Basrid’s Gunners.” “You watched on that day as the Gunners marched to meet the Emperor and so did he knowing you would be there. All it took was one look and I must agree. Unmistakable. From there on all it took was to orchestrate events around your life so that will find yourself in the I.S.A.” “Your Highness, Virgil DeNurem, we return the Kingdom of Hanseti into your hands and the House DeNurem. This here proves it as stated by the Barbanov King; renouncing his title and his House’s claims to the Kingdom of Hanseti and bestowing it upon my ancestor Sergei Vladov who undertook the mission to restore the Kingdom under a DeNurem.” He pauses, his gaze looking over to John Pruvia briefly before turning back to Virgil. Exclaiming directly to the DeNurem, “That DeNurem is you, Virgil. A simple soldier who enlisted in the army as a recruit and rose through the ranks as any other man would. Now King if you so wish it.” The Sariant lowered his head, removing the winged hochmeister helmet from his head, both hands clasped onto the sides of his helmet as he locked eyes with Virgil. A hairy man, long hair that falls to his shoulders with a thick black beard makes up his visage. “Your crown.” “I- I- am no King. I wasn’t raised in a royal family nor was ever destined for such a thing.” He said feeling as if the crown was forced onto him, though willingly accepting it. “Every man's life is a fairy tale written by god's fingers. You heard this haven’t you? Live your life as shown to be. A tale to be told.” Leaving no time for Virgil to reply, the Hochmeister turned, whistling loudly into the crowd. Men dressed in Teutonic Order apparel hidden among the festival goers were drawn out towards the palace’s gate house. “Our tale is finished, Virgil. Now it’s up to you to write the pages turning to this new chapter.” All around known realm pamphlets would find themselves distributed. Revealing the long lost decree of the Barbanov King in Axios. - signed Hochmeister Franz Vladov of the Teutonic Order ((All RP above is completely kept between those involved. The only thing revealed to the Public was the Stephen's Colloquy post))

RP Name:Virgil DeNuremMC Name: SpookyLeanVoted: Yes :)

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"A proud father I am of my oldest. I did nothing but give her the tools to succeed in life and she delivers far more than I could have ever imagined. Charlotte... I hope your father's love is enough to show that I am truly proud." Joseph wiped a tear from his eye, a joyous smile on his face.

“Seems like the young Peter Alexander only takes after his father. In Giving us plenty of issues to deal with as his litter mindlessly runs amok himself unable to live up to the responsibilities of his past transgressions and to ISA as their General. One can wonder if he was ever a true soldier before a crat. Shameful as he is a servant to the people of Providence. This can only escalate further and the people will be caught in the middle of all of this once again.” Joseph spoke shaking his head at the predicament.

THE SABARI LETTER Penned by General Darius Sabari ‘The Colonel’ Greetings citizens of the Empire, if you’re reading this I have long since passed and the title of Empress and Emperor has transitioned towards Anne Augusta and Joseph and any cabinet members from the Reign of Peter the III has long since retired or passed on, though I had this letter commissioned to be published when times seemed dire for the Empire. I have long known of the rising threat of the Inferni coming and dreaded the day your great years of strife will test you. Though not yet public I knew that this wasn’t the greater issue nor were the Nordlanders or the Ruberni warlords of the time as well as my peers did as I knew you were all well prepared. Our greatest threat would be ourselves. What is an Empire without faith in it’s institutions to guide them to a brighter tomorrow. So we went to work and did what the Empire does best, uniting those willing to stand up against overwhelming odds to build these foundations you all will come to trust for and by the people in a time that any other ruler would attempt to force their will on their subjects in order to maintain order at the expense of freedom. Knowing that all our effort could very well be in vain and the end of our world had finally arrived even then holding our stance that this should be the way our new Empire will arise on the world stage unwilling to compromise. Though now as my life nears its end and a majority of my peers have now retired, I have finally been given a glimpse of what our future has in store for us and I can proudly speak for all my peers, when I say I am proud. We came a long way and while I and my peers were reaching the finish line, the future of our glorious city, the youth, were bright eyed and burning with passion looking towards the horizon. A passion that will far exceed any expectations that would be set upon the people of the Empire. The Imperial State Army is a prime example of this, we went from a bunch of rag-tag soldiers living in tents to a fully uniformed army with discipline and numbers unheard of since the times of Emperor Godfrey. Though, without bandits or bureaucrats filled with racist ideologies and hatred within our ranks but with intelligent men willing to die for our country and its people no matter their heritage or race. Soldiers are provided free housing, medical treatments and an education. Something I envy the youth for, as I was never fully educated in my youth in Rubern and lost my dear young sister due the lack of infrastructure that we now provide to all men of the Empire. Our city government gives every man and woman an opportunity to be heard equally within the eyes of the law. Giving justice to all no matter their social status. Something our very ancestors could not provide towards their people without a cost to the common man or a political assassination and, at times. risk a civil war. Now men argue with logic and empathy looking to create a better future for their fellow citizens and not only just their selves. Senators walk through the streets to speak to their constituents and ensure their opinions are heard. Allowing citizens to sit in their meetings so they may ensure that a fair trial. The Stewards of Helena work diligently to maintain a fair market and work for housing to those unable to afford the cost of living within the city of Helena. Provided with employment so they too may thrive within our Empire. The Empire investing in local businesses such as Carrington Co. followed by the many that have since sprouted. This had led to our economy to boom since the times of early Helena where the roads were poorly built and unable to maintain such a large volume of people. The housing at times falling apart due to vacancy. Now in their place sits paved roads with sewage systems that are regularly maintained. The water supply has long since been so pure nobody worries of sickness anymore plaguing our youth. Houses filled with families that have sprouted many generations that will inhabit our world and remember our glorious city. Helena is unlike anything I have ever seen before or imagined in my early years, and it’s existence shames every other nation in it’s progression towards the future. Making leaps so that life may soon become easy for the average person, free of all evil that plagues this world we all walk together on. And I must say, since the retirement of my peers and myself, the progression by the people of the Empire is nothing short of that better tomorrow we strive to create. So citizens of the Empire, I leave you with this. Will you surrender yourself to invaders with ideals that plagued our past Empires, leaving everything we lost be for nothing, or will stand alongside your brothers and sisters no matter your differences in defence of our glorious Empire, paying each step backwards and each soul lost towards our cause to a better tomorrow twofold in kind. Look to your fellow man and ask them the same. Who will you be descendants of our ruby city? What will your life mean to the greater plan GOD has destined for us and will you walk alongside your fellow man in a quest to a better tomorrow? Released from the Imperial archives by HIH Prince Joseph Leopold of Aldersberg OOC: Inspo

RP Name: Virgil DeNuremMC Name: SpookyLeanVoted: Yes :)

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Confirmed items on the auction: The Sword of the Colonel (Darius Sabari) will be sold A Mapmaker Swint Compass A defunct cannon from the Gunners will also be sold along with a few jewelry pieces

RP Name: Virgil DeNuremMC Name: SpookyLeanVoted: Yes

Joseph Leopold sat there, reading over the missive. His eyes would glance down towards his tabletop, moving to pen a response to the people of Providence. "While the Pontiff's words are encouraging we cannot ignore that he is blind to the situation at hand. This man puts moralities brought up by years of strife at jeopardy. Imploring that these men we consider heroes would think otherwise of our actions. We were raised by these heroes, we know them too well for anyone else to use them against us and is another insult on top of the many. Your own subordinates act on their own accord by publicly publishing letters clearly meant to harm the image of the Empire while in the midst of your own sins coming to light. The cracks of your administration are starting to show, turning those attempting to cooperate away, while the people of the Empire consolidated under a common cause. I want to state clearly, that the people of Providence have not strayed from the path of righteousness. They've in fact brought up a moral code with them, and you're drowning in your own ego, unable to accept your own faults, that you turn your back on these people and publish such a tone deaf statement. Furthering the divide between faithful and the church. This statement only proves my suspicions that the road we're traveling will be a dark one and the people of the Empire will set a flame ablaze as they have done in the past. So we may prosper."

Joseph Leopold sat in his office, reading over this very notice of The Red March. Setting the paper down, Joseph looked at his the portrait of his mother, Anne Augusta, hanging in his office. "So we march. One more time, mother."

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"Any sane man who abides to JUSTICE AND ORDER will see this is no issue! GOD has already abandoned us and locked us from his house of worship for guidance in these trying times! This all we have left. EVIL needs to be purged." The soldier spoke.

You walk into the Immigration office of Helena where you are met with a posh young man, seated behind his desk. He looks at you with a friendly smile as you catch his attention. “Hello! Welcome to Providence! Care to write you name down so you can stay up to date with all the ongoing within the city?” He passes you a ledger filled to the brim with names. “Just sign your name there and you’re good to go!” - OOC - Providence Discord (Direct Link) HOW TO JOIN 1. Click either the image or the link below 2. Go to #Role-Request 3. Request resident or visitor 4. Ping @Moderator

Maur'Azog smiles from the seven heavens.....

Somewhere in the beaches of Sutica the Colonel Darius Sabari rest peacefully as the waves crash on the shore. At peace, happy he was able to grant Anne one more Tuvmas with her mother, Lorena Augusta, before she was able to grow up and turn into the woman he's so proud of. "This isn't the same girl who rush to her mother's side that day in tears. Rest well, Anne.." whispered Virgil DeNurem, once ward of Darius Sabari, knew the situation quite well.

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Journey Into Mystery: Deliverance With the siege of Mt. Augustus repelled the Azogs march to Mirtok DeNurem’s base of operations. Having heard rumors of his return, the aged Maur’Azog couldn’t wait to see his old friend again and had detached with a few select Uruks from the main war band for this detour. “Welcome back, brother.” “Mirtok DeNurem,” Smiled the robed figure as he approached his old friend. Long has it been since he’s seen that face. “You look intact.” He lowered his hood to reveal his warped face. His eyes now fully purple in the whites and his nose sunken into his skull. Tusk stabbing into the flesh of his face. “The same can be done for you. Remove that foul taint that burdens your soul. You Azogs have done much for me. The least I can do for you, friend.” “I thank you, DeNurem, but these are mine to carry for the journey is about to begin to the promised lands. This is the moment we’ve both known was coming..” “You mean you’re not staying?” “Yub... To see the face of my friend and thank him for everything he has given me. I know you’re not one for goodbyes either.” he dryly chuckles, pulling out a piece of ink. Mushing the index on his palm onto his index finger. “You had no reason to take in my brothers under your protection when they were shunned by their race. Yet you found it in your heart to call them your own and fight alongside them in the trenches of every battle we’ve fought together. And from there we found the meaning of community and family. There we found purpose and fate in a GOD. For we are cursed children of this GOD but under my guidance I will lead them to redemption in the eyes of this GOD which we call the spirits. This gave me meaning when I died in the nether. And for this, I bestow upon you three gifts in representation of the three Azogs you took in but first.” “Mirtok DeNurem, I hereby bestow the honor of the name of Azog. Absolved of all past titles men have stained your name with hopes to diminish your accomplishments as they have done to our people in the past. Granting you the blessing of the spirits who had pushed us to glory and have destined your family to be reunited again. Rivaling only the Azogs in strength.” He raised his index finger, drawing a black cross upon the Hochmeister’s face. The Orc looked down upon his friend, allowing the memories of their journey that has led to this very moment slip down his cheek. A silent tear rolled down the face of the withering Orc’s alligator skin. Yet the Hochmesiter remained resilient throughout all of this, showing no emotion as the Orc has. Though Maur’Azog knew by his silence, that he was afraid of showing the emotion that had hurt him in the past. But his silence spoke volumes to the Orc. This wasn’t an easy goodbye for the both of them. “This is the last time I see you, brother. Thank you for taking a chance on us.” Maur’Azog gestures for three Orcs of his war band to bring forth a large ornate gold casket. “As for our three gifts.” The three Orcs moved and pulled a casket from the pile of loot the Orcish warband carried. A large golden warhammer in the center with locations of the DeNurems offsprings entrusted in the care of the Azogs when Castle GreyWynn fell. “I cared for them as if they were my own. Letting them go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Their place is alongside humans though and I found them respected quiet families to give them that. Find them and give them the same chance you gave us when you found us. Farewell, friend.” The Great Fire of Helena About 300 Years later... ... Thud! ... Thud! ... GASP … The child gasps for air, coughing out the smoke he’s inhaled in his sleep, “Mother I’m stuck help me!” he cried towards the doorway of his bedroom. Only to be met with no response but the crackling of the house coming nearer to collapsing on the young boy. Slowly his vision faded into darkness, only hearing a voice to the side. “Come, son. The other two await you. Virgil.” A man spoke from his window sill, features obscured by the shadow his figure casted into the room with the sun’s ray shining brightly behind him. Slowly he approached him; the orc from his dream he thought! Though without much choice he allowed himself to be taken by him up from the bed. ‘Other two? What? This is just a bad dream....’ ‘Fate.’ Responded the man. How did he know his name, this couldn’t just be a coincidence, he thought. Though as the figure carried him out of danger he found that his mind wasn’t on the vivid dream he had just experienced or the that his home was burning down.. It was on how this mad man with a thick beard was smoking a cigar through the black smoke of the burning house.