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((Fair Sigmunda...she's just angry because she's named Sigmunda.))

((No point letting it go to waste in my Google Docs folder. Might as well share with everyone all we wrote up and did IC.))

"IN LIEU of the Imperial commission of oyer and terminer into the Crown Princess, the report of which can be found here attached, the individual known as Vittoria Chivay is henceforth decreed guilty of fraud, high treason, adultery and witchcraft, to be burnt at the stake until dead, deprived of all titles, authority, holdings and worldly goods. May God rest her soul. HER fellow adulterers, Ser Damien Crowley (Hereafter stripped of his position on the Caerngard) and Marcellus Basileus, are found guilty with her and are hence decreed outlaws in the Imperium, to be hunted down and beheaded for their crimes at the Kaldonia palace. FURTHERMORE, we hereby publicly beseech the Church to grant Crown Prince Robert Chivay a posthumous annulment for his marriage to Vittoria Chivay, a declaration proclaiming his supposed progeny with her bastards, on account of her lawfully proven adultery with the former two individuals and her breaking of vows." Ser Lothar of House Horen, August Imperial Justiciar Lord Olivier of House Savoy, August Imperial Viceroy Lord Donatien of House Brunswick, August Imperial Chancellor

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_BL5HQSdnA 15th of Sun's Smile, 1459 “You are to be burned at the stake until dead, your marriage forcibly annulled, and the progeny of your union declared bastards in the eyes of the law,” Edmond de Savoie had calmly pronounced her sentence and then commanded the Caerngard to carry it out, supported by the chancellor. Crown Princess Vittoria was, in his eyes, a terrible woman who most deserved death as a punishment, but the cruel fate that was inflicted upon her may have been seen as too radical or extreme for her crimes. On the same token high treason, witchcraft, adultery and fraud, though, were severe charges which the law was expected to deal with in the harshest possible light. “What of this putain, this harlot, the Crown Prince’s *****? Why doesn’t somebody just get rid of her?” Edmond had asked the Viceroy this once, befuddled by the fact that she was permitted to deal with affairs of state as if she were the Emperor with teats. She had fornicated with a knight of the Caerngard, Damien Crowley, and with the uncle of a lord, Marcellus of Kaphro. While they had yet to be hunted down, accounted for and properly hanged, it would only be a matter of time. Savoie, Brunswick and the Viceroy had worked together in their prosecution, working with this commission using the Emperor’s authority and had found her guilty of all the crimes attributed to her, but it was ultimately her own husband, the Crown Prince, who gave the final order to have her executed. “She is no wife of mine, nor was she ever a Chivay,” Robert had said in his missive to the commissioner, “And if the High Pontiff cannot grant my request, I shall find other means of securing this annulment.” By all rights, despite her immensely overpowering desire to disparage anyone lower than her station as a commoner or a peasant, it was found in the Imperial inquest that Vittoria herself was a peasant, the daughter of a kitchen wench at the court of her supposed ‘father’, Owyn of Horen, who never married and has no trueborn progeny to this date. The oyer and terminer report would be released to the public in time, but for now the chief order of business was to send a missive to the High Pontiff securing a posthumous annulment for the Crown Prince’s failed marriage, and a declaration of their supposed ‘children’s’ bastardy and elimination from the line of succession. And so like that, Vittoria Chivay’s life was snuffed out, burnt at the stake at the age of 31 on the orders of Robert Chivay. A warning to all whores, frauds, traitors and usurpers who would slip between the sheets and hope to challenge those men whom the Emperor delegates his authority to. As there must be an heir to the throne, the Crown Prince is privately expected to marry again. Ave Imperium!

'We will fight for you,' says 'King' Vorstag, 'Swear it,' demands the dark lord sharply, the true master of the dwarven people, As Vorstag runs his wicked blade through his clenched fist, drawing blood, the obscured lord of shadows leans forward in anticipation on his throne, his eyes glaring at the dwarven monarch greedily as he awaits the pledge of fealty. 'We will die...for Switchimus.'

Edmond de Savoie watches the friar's almost prophetic words from amongst the crowd, his hands clasped together neatly. Further to his left is his brother Olivier and the Imperial chancellor, Donatien of Brunswick. A somewhat dour smirk is writ upon his serious face as he watches the spectacle with icy eyes, murmuring something to his brother. "We ought to tell the Emperor of this."

(Cue Clade Teutonica)

The moustache-twirling justiciar, Lothar of Darfey, had sentenced all three Colins to hang for their transgressions upon the Empire and on civil society. Much to his regret, the noose had found its way around only two of their necks, as in his delirium the last man, Sansa Colin, had fled from the scaffold yelling incoherently about winged dragons. "This was a shameful ******* performance," he noted dryly, before cutting down the hanged body of Lord Colin and taking his leave.

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Decree of Highborn Conscription 20th of Malin's Welcome, 1459 In order to ensure that the Exercitus Imperium remains stalwart and well-manned in times of both peace and wartime, the 'Decree of Highborn Conscription' is henceforth issued and codified into the Imperial Legal Code, to be added as an addendum at a later effect and to take effect immediately upon its public dispatch. It is henceforth decreed that each recognized noble house of gentle birth of the Imperium Tertius is required under law to submit to the membership of the Exercitus Imperium at least one blood relation of their own house so as to further bolster the ranks of the military institution. Candidates may be chosen by the respective authorities amongst each house and are to report to the August Marshal Vibius de Sola within an elven week of the issuing of this decree. It is repeated henceforth that the failure of any noble house to comply with this decree and submit to the ranks of the Exercitus Imperium one male and able-bodied member is a violation of Imperial law. Let no man claim ignorance as an excuse - house heads who fail to comply will be met with the full force of the court. Ser Lothar of House Horen, August Imperial Justiciar

((Please do not forget your sister Fat Sigmunda.))

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((slightly over average weight = still overweight?? while im by no means an expert on the matter of weight, edward is meant to just be slightly fat or overweight and not, in fact, disgustingly obese. im also not really familiar with imperial units, unfortunately))

((Hello friendos, just putting this here in the event I do actually bring back Edward to play (If ever), since Urara's profile topic inspired me and stimulated fond memories of past times.)) "Lord Olivier and I already determined that I shall be the Master of Ships, long before you." Edward Chivay Nicknames: Ed, the Fat Sparrow, Lord Oaf Age: 44 Gender: Male Race: Human (Quadroon - quarter elf.) Status: Alive and merry. Description Height: 6"2 Weight: 248 lbs Body Type: Above average height, sightly overweight Eyes: Blue Hair: Light brown Skin: Fair Markings/Tattoos: None significant Health: Decent Personality: Edward, who had at one point been considered the Chivay with the sharpest wit and greatest cunning, has evidently been greatly changed by the experience of the Exodus. Whereas during the reign of Horen V he was resentful of his position as his father's second son and callous towards almost everyone, after boarding the great carrack at Abresi he had sailed across the seas to a great desert land with his mentor, the then-aged Velwyn Ashford, formerly known as Lucien I, and since returning he has become much more merry and jovial. While complacent, his pilgrimage having contented his wishes for a greater purpose in his life, he is also much more pleasant and amiable than he was before, jesting freely and drinking without abandon. Although he is still to a degree prideful of his lineage, and is an unperceptive braggart, he is also a kind brother and gentle lord. The malicious ambition Edward once possessed is gone, though he is prone to blunder and clumsiness in his underlying arrogance, and is still relatively greedy. He is a tall man, standing at 6"2, with broad shoulders and an excellent sense of fashion. Edward looks as if he were once a powerful warrior and is still relatively handsome, however he has since turned to fat and possesses of a large paunch. The top of his head is bald, the light brown hair on the sides falling down in waves, and he wears a square beard peppered with grey below an oiled handlebar mustache. While he is only thirty-six years of age, he is considered prematurely frivolous and superficial akin to a doddering old woman. Life Style Alignment: True Neutral Deity: The Creator Religion: Lucienism Alliance/Nation/Home: The Empire of Oren Job/Class: Royal Title(s): Imperial Prince, Master of Ships Profession(s): N/A Special Skill(s): He was at one point during his pilgrimage a capable knight who wielded a great-mace, however he has since become overweight. He performs oddly well in social situations, his friendly and japing demeanor winning him allies easier than scheming and plotting. Flaw(s): Edward still retains a certain ego about himself, and is known to puff himself up with pride in matters concerning his lineage of Chivay and Hightower. He is not lack-witted, but he is also not particularly glib of speech or intelligent, being considered an 'oaf' and his mother's least favorite child. He also has a tendency to place greater importance and emphasis on smaller, petty matters. Weaponry Fighting Style: N/A Trained Weapon: A great-mace in his youth, however he has become aged and overweight. Favored Weapon: N/A Archery: N/A Biography Spouse: Rose Chivay, neé de Sarkozy Parents: Thomas Chivay and Lynesse Hightower. Siblings: Robert Chivay and Rosalie Chivay. Children: Edmund Chivay, Adrian Chivay, Richard Chivay Extended Family: Peter Chivay (Uncle), Castor Chivay (Cousin), Ari Horen (First cousin, once removed), Lorin Chivay (Cousin), Lucius Blackmont (First cousin, once removed), James Hightower I (Grandfather), Kyral Hightower (Grandmother), Lancel Hightower (Uncle), Garth Hightower (Uncle), Damien Hightower (Uncle), James Hightower II (Cousin), Owyn Horen (Second cousin), William Horen (Second cousin), John Horen (Second cousin), Alicia Horen (Second cousin), Augustus Horen (Second cousin), Adrian Horen (Second cousin). Pet(s): None. History Edward is no longer the cautious, acid-tongued boy he had been before the Exodus. Twenty years of serving modestly under the ever godly eye of Velwyn Ashford in the deserts of the far east, known only as the realm of Eyeran, has evidently taught him to abandon pathetic power struggles and wanton cruelty. He is not as astute or clever as he once was, but is far happier. For a time he was a warrior, wielding the great-mace his father had gifted him to great effect, however in the past few years he has decided to simply drink, eat and be merry, returning to his Asulon with the majority of his uncle's court and hosting his lavish parties, entertaining guests by regaling stories or serving them the finest vintage he can find in his uncle's cellars. Unlike his father, his uncle and his brother, he has no significant military accomplishments, and though he has tried to use his years in the service of the exiled Imperial lordlings as evidence of his military experience, he has in truth never done anything but follow orders. Artwork

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((It was Horen V who went on the Exodus, not Horen IV.))

The knight stepped forward and raised an armored fist to the pair, his eyes accusatory and filled with disdain. "Do as you will then, elfling. But know this - if you or your kin dare raise a blade against the Emperor or any human monarch to come of any dynasty, whether you by your poor arbitration 'do not recognize him as legitimate' or not, on my honor as a Horen and as the Lord Justice of this realm, I will destroy your line root and stem. Man, woman and child will be slain so as to purge your tainted seed from humanity." "I speak for the council when I say that none at court have any desire to reinstate your nobility. Serve His Imperial Majesty as you please, but as common men." He gave a brief glance to Vibius de Sola, pursing his lips curtly.

"An error of judgement," said Ser Lothar Horen from behind his black gorget, present at the court of the Emperor, "An error of judgement is forgetting to respond to a missive or two. There are many still remaining at court who remember the 'Royal Rebellion', as you so aptly dubbed it yourselves. Nay, Tarus, I know you and your kind for what you are - nothing but power-hungry savages eager to curry favor with whatever crowned heads you can find. Carrion did not tolerate your kind, and so now when they fade you return to grovel and have the nerve to 'apologize' before a different dynasty." The Lord Justice grimaced deeply, staring down at Rowen from atop the dias, his hand on the hilt of the falchion at his hip. "Your 'recognition' is unwarranted, for treason is treason whether a dragon, a crow or a sparrow sits the throne of Oren. The law does not state anything otherwise, as you no doubt believe. The Tarus line conspired with elves and Alrasians to name an elf King of Oren, instate an elective monarchy and put forth your doctrines of 'freedom of religion'. In that act of rebellion, you have proven that you only truly wish to serve humanity when it is beneficial to your own ends." "Ezekiel Tarus was a rebel and a heathen, but he was not without honour. Would that his descendants upheld the same virtues he did. You are but the shadow of a worm, Rowen, son of Cedric, as are all your ilk who still draw breath." The knight took a few steps back, evidently finished, before raising a gauntleted hand. "And when I next find your cousin, if he even still lives, or any like him - he'll hang." The court erupted into raucous laughter at Lothar's parting statement, evidently at the expense of the petitioners.

St. Adrian looks down upon the spectacle, shedding a brief tier as his brother's descendants become subject to heresy. What a shame.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8suR11m5vZM “O God, St. Thomas, upon you be peace, Our ever-proud souls refuse to be seized, The den of humanity is our sacred home, And the throne of our suns will never go down. The mountains of Oren are towers in height, Which talk with the zenith of the highest skies, A land that is splendid with brilliant sun, Turning to a sky or almost a sky. The flutter of our hopes and the beats of our hearts, Depicted on the flag that united our land, Did we not derive the black from every man's eye, And from ink of martyr's blood wrote to the tall sky? Spirits defiant and past so glorious, And the martyrs' souls are our guardians, St. Thomas protects us with his great shield, So why won't we prosper and why wouldn't we build?”

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