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  1. Noah scribbles down on a piece of paper and drops it into the box.

     

    I am Noah Wheezer son of Penn. I have five and twenty years of age and do not have any criminal record. I am a succsesful leatherworker and sell my wares in my free time in my stall. I work for the Brelus guard force and have the rank of Senior Warden.

  2. Within the towering Blessed Patrick’s Cathedral of Petrus, a congregation assembles for a momentous occasion. Those within chatter in hushed tones, noblemen and peasants alike fidgeting anxiously. Amid the notable figures of Human aristocracy in the front rows, the King Olivier de Savoie and High Pontiff Sixtus third of his name can be seen, solemnly awaiting the arrival of a soon-to-be monarch. Silencing the unmistakable clamor of the unruly mass, an escort of armored Carpathian mercenaries parade into the cathedral, affecting an air of civility amongst the crowd.


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    Entering the cathedral, the rigid Rocco of House Romstun, the white knight of Holm, strides down the aisle, flanked by the illustrious Packard of House Denims-Therving, Emperor of Carpathia, King of Holm, Duke of Corpathia and Balamena, and Count of Hrq Amal, Al Handar and Duranth. The helmet-clad Ser Rocco “The White” walks towards the altar, passing countless unspeaking onlookers from all reaches of humanity. Ascending the platform abreast the distinguished emperor, Rocco of Romstun stands before the assembled throng of witnesses. Thus begins the coronation of the new King of Skravia.

     

    “Rocco Romstun do you hereby swear in sight of the Creator and his people to uphold the laws of Skravia and the faith and protect the people of Skravia until your dying breath? Do you swear to protect Skravia and its church? Will you uphold the laws of the almighty? Will you never falter on your faith?" The great Emperor inquired, pausing at each question's end to heed Rocco's response.

     

     

    The knight responded with a sole nod, swearing his oaths before the assembled congregation and Creator. He now arose a king, preaching to the audience of a renewed humanity, speaking of a future of both prosperity and might.

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    As the nascent ruler of Skravia finishes his speech, looking out onto the assemblage of the audience, the room erupts into a raucous round of applause for the new king. The party then departs towards the Palace, the monarch’s path adorned with the gleaming points of the Carpathian Archers’ arrows, to celebrate humanity’s next chapter with a feast.

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    One hundred eight year-old Podrik Denims sits dormant in a wooden chair on the highest floor in the Imperial Palace. He lays down his quill after he finishing writing his will, sealing it and closing his eyes to sleep. His eyes flicker open as he seizures for the last time, and his lifeless body falls to the floor of his apartment.

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    Several hours later, Ser Rocco the White emerges into the royal apartments to discover his majesty's body laid across the floor. He kneels and whispers a quiet prayer before rushing out to spread the word of the dead King.

     

    The next day, noblity of the realm gather to the palace to read the Emperor execute the will found in Podriks's chamber. 

    "The final testimony of the deceased, Podrik Denims-Therving. Let it be known that all my titular, de jure and other heredity titles pass to my second born son, Packard. This includes but not limited to, the Kingdom of Holm, the Duchy of Carpathia, Earldom of Ager, the Town of Alstion, the Castle of Duranth Hold, and the Counties of Hrq Almal, Al'Hana and Y'Ulun. I also give Packard my personal belongings such as all family heirlooms and books. To my first born son, Sigemund of the Carrion's Watch I give Twenty thousand mina. To Emperor Peter Chivay, my collection of mutant whey and chafed nipple blood. I then request that my finger bones be made into the Holm Crown and the other fragments of myself be buried by a Cathedral that his eminence, the High Pontiff, sees fit."

     

     

  4. Podrik Denims appears utterly pisses at his only vassal.

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    He then turns to the Emperor giving him the same expression.

          "Your Imperial Majesty, Breaker of chains, The Mighty Father of Nations, you of Sacred Blood, The Supreme-Reign Victorious, Exalted Son of Heaven, Praiseworthy, Keeper of the Sublime Truth, Timeless Sovereign, Omnipotenate, Regent Eternal of the Kingdom of Heaven, exceedingly beneficent, First and Last, Thrice-Blessed, Lord of all Divine Emperor, Granter of Victories, the Infinitely Just, Lord of the Reconquest, Forger of ways, Fount of Honor, King of Abundance, Mercy Bringer, The Eternally Forgiving, You of purest blood, You the Infinite Resonant Voice of Light, the Unbowed the Unified and the Boundless, Keeper of Old Ways, The Unquestioned, Expediter of Divinie Will, The absolute, Divinity Manifest, the Pardoner, Imperator Unbounded, Descendant of Light, Artificer of Creation, Bringer of Divine Might, Sacrosanct, Chosen Son, The Radiant King, He Who Slays Death , Lord of Horizons, Zenith and Nadir, The Glorifier, Son of the Dawn, Piercer of Veils, Flare of the Morning Star, The Great Resplendent One, The Infallible, Dusksbane, must surley understand that I, King Podrik Fediculous Alexandria Denims-Therving am and till death be the true King of Holm. And forth after my death House Denims-Therving will rule the Kingdom of Holm for all eternity. I ask you as a friend, and a wise man is imperial majesty is, not to revoke my title to a man with no claim, and to remeber my father Patrick, whom had been rewarded for founding the Empire with the late Emperor Godfrey, Creator rest his soul."

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