Scipp3r

((Wb Garukumus))

Holm belongs to Throdo Denims Therving!

Ager Peasants shout

(Patrick broke his own succession laws what is illegal, its legitly Throdos but that's another discussion for another day)

Patrick died about 3 weeks ago. Hes a Saint now.

Podrik is confused

"Hadrien is the Seal on the Empire's Council and a Kingdom's Council? Hmph"

i do

Podrik sits in a velvet chair to the right of Horen. His eyes look shifty looking to Horen with an uneasy look in his composure. He inclines his head to the Emperor and whispers.

"Our strongest and.. only ally, your imperial majesty. Breaking oath could mean dark times ahead of us.."

He tilts his head back, facing the dwarves down the throne room.

I came

I saw

I taxed

-Patrick Denims

If it was role pay we'd have a lot more peasants than nobles. I think the last oocily census had 53 % Peasants, 47 % Nobles. And yes there isn't anything stopping you, I am just stating my opinion just simply putting it out there.

I think we have enough nobles :/

The Greater House Denims-Therving

"By the Will of the King!"

House Lands:

The Island Nation of Holm, Duchy of Corpathia, Earldom of Ager, Town of Alstion, Castle of Duranth Hold

Liege House:

House Horen

Banner Houses:

House Althered

Heads of House:

Podrik Denims-Therving[Denims Side]

Throdo Denims-Therving[Therving Side]

Family Members:

Geoffrey Therving†

Elizabeth I Therving†

Incontentia Denims†

Colm Denims†

Harold IV Therving†

Mary I Therving†

Elizabeth II Denims†

Philip Denims†

Julia Therving(Xxxhunterxxx)†

Skyler Silverblade Therving(Skyhalk98)†

Aurora Therving(SugaryHobgoblin)

Throdo Therving(mylimo7)

Albrecht Therving(Garukumus)†

Tylos Therving(James2k)†

Rio Therving(Rio_Cocanuts)†

Ladasha Amador Denims(Jackmonkey76)†

Patrick Denims(Scipp3r)†

Mary II Therving(19ConCon98)

Valahrin Therving(Onslaughted)

Alexander Therving(Vacant)

Henry Therving(andyboy124)†

Rupert Therving†

Podrik Denims(Scipp3r)

Thomas Denims(Vacant)

Victoria Denims(Vacant)

Shelby Therving(Vacant)

Nigel Therving(Vacant)

House History

Therving History:

The Thervings were a clan of wealth, owning many a business in Alstion town. They became rich off the food trade, but alas, all good things must come to an end. The undead attacked. By the time the battle was over the Manor was looted, the farms burned, the workers killed, but the Thervings had fought valiantly, and earned their life for another day, if only that much. They knew they needed to leave the North. The God of Aegis had given them a second chance, and they were going to take it.

Albrecht felt sorry for the people of Alstion he had cared and supplied for, so in a last act as Captain of the Rangers, he brought as many Alstioners as he could to the Kingdom of Alras, for he no longer trusted the King of Oren who had deserted them so. House Therving swore to serve Alras until the time that they found a new home.

With the grand defeat the undead suffered at their keep in the North, man y a Northman decided to return to Alstion, to start anew, and the Thervings were among them. Albrecht returned to his houses and stalls in Alstion and decided to rebuild, better and grander than before.

[Therving Histor Above from this threadhttp://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/8018-noble-houses/ by Garukumus]

Thervings went on to take roles as Privy Councilors and advisers to the next line of kings until the Phoenix rebellion in which Throdo Therving had lead through courage and bravery. In Galahar, the Thervings owned a manor and were known as a prestigious house in Renatus.

Throdo remained in power when the boats reached Auslon as a politcal figure and one who'd be seen on the council time to time. His stepfather, Boiendl, assumed the position of High Judge for the first several decades in the beginning of the Auslon.

After Godfrey had taken the throne, the capital of Arethor was rebuilt for the third time Throdo had opened up the Third Therving Tavern in memory of the late Alberchert. He had founded the farming village of Ager and absorbed a vassal under him, Lord Niko Althered. Eventually, Salvus and Hanseti were both united under Renatus which had formed the Holy Oren Empire. On this day Throdo's cousin, Patrick Denims was made Lord High Treasurer.

Many years past until Throdo was made Grand Chamberlain only soon to leave the land of Auslon in search for better lands. It was on the islands the ships of the Auslonians past is where the cousins united their houses again after they had discovered there bloodlines were the same. This begins the history of after the combination of the two split houses.

Denims History:

After the birth of Elizabeth II and Harold IV, Harold had moved to the town Alstion and Elizabeth to the Whispering Isles. Elizabeth had married an abusive lowborn who had no surname. His name was Philip. Philip had Elizabeth change her name to trick the populace of thinking that he was of nobility, this name was Denims.

The two humans had a son named Patrick. At age nine, Patrick was sent off to apprentice under a council member in the capital as his family did not like him at home. Patrick was apprenticed on Lord High Treasurer Thomas Fust who had given him a golden monocle which Patrick still wears to this day and to his grave.

The phoenix rebellion shook the Kingdom of Oren as well as the undead attack what lead the Kingdom to fall and split into the Teutonic Order and Kingdom of Renatus. Patrick was now a young adult who was employed into Renatus as a Galahar Guard.

The ships sail to the new land where Patrick assumes the position Lord High Treasurer and marries Ladasha Amador. They had a son named Thomas before Ladasha died from the plague what had swept down from Seventis. After scheming and plotting, Reynard Lycian was branded a heretic and

Patrick was granted the Duchy of Corpathia.

Another  curse to another land leads the Auslonians to sail to the new land. On the way Patrick and Throdo unite their sister Houses to form Denims-

Therving.

Denims-Therving History:

WIP

Family Heirlooms:

The sword of Albrecht

The monocle of Patrick

Bogdan the Brave carries around a box, holding the fate of House Blackmont and the secret key to unlocking the Seven Skies, locked inside of the Box.

And when they people thought they couldn't get worst than Enor...

Podrik watches clapping with no expression on his face.

Long live Emperor Horen!

It’s a dark evening in the capital of the Holy Oren Empire, the citizens are fast asleep and the taverns are quiet. As rain begins to drop steadily on the grand city of Abresi, the winds grow quicker and a faint whistle is heard as they rustle the trees. A light flickers within the manor of House Denims-Therving and a figure, wise, aged and loved sets down his quill for the last time, letting the ink run down the page. He turns to his bed and slowly makes his way to it, putting a quaint portrait of Boiendl Silverblade on his night stand.

Boiendls portrait rests coldly next to Patrick, a solemn reminder of his final days. Patrick smiles lightly, remembering the fond times, the laughs, the smiles and the tears. He reaches out and touches the picture lightly whispering

“Do ye remember when we first met, Boiendl? We were full of youth, ready to take life by it’s ears and toss it to the side. I was but a simple guardsman, and you... you were a High Judge, already where I wished to be.”

A faint voice is heard as the winds blow outside

“I remember.....how could I forget... you had one ploughin’ eye...”

Patrick chuckles faintly and blows on Boiendl’s picture, cleaning whatever dust is on it. He reaches out, putting his hand on the paintings cheek, remembering the times that once were.

“I admired to be like you... old friend, a High Judge, noble and in a respected family, you were my inspiration, my mentor and  my dearest friend.” A tear rolls down Patricks cheek “Boiendl, I do not know what my life would be like without you, you have taken the worst of times for me and turned them into the best, you got me up and dusted me off in times of uncertainty, you guided me through the dark tunnels of the Nether, you were my brother.”

Patrick retracts his hand from the painting and looks up at the ceiling, touching his own face. His fingers stumble across his wrinkled and worn skin as he takes out a pocket watch with the initials B.S. on the back. He checks the time for a final time before removing his monocle, setting it down on a neatly folded paper, stamped with the seal of House Denims-Therving.

“My skin was once as soft as a baby’s bottom, my hair was once black as night and my spirit was once as full as a young lad setting off into the new world. I was once that young lad, setting out into the abyss and the unkown, each step I took as this young man, I made it count. Every breath, every beat of my now stone heart, I made it count. It is now my time to allow for another young lad to make his mark, to let his every waking minute count. Whatever comes next... whatever I shall see and whoever I shall meet.... I say this Boiendl Silverblade, old friend, we shall meet once more, in the skies above where our troubles are gone and our days endless.”

Patrick closes his eyes, taking Boiendls picture and holding it to his chest.

~~~~x~~~~x~~~~x~~~~x~~~~x~~~~x~~~~x~~~~

The sheet of paper that was so neatly folded reads

Dear Reader,

As your eyes wander this sheet of paper and you look upon my cold body remember something. Remember that I have served this realm and the people of it longer than I can imagine, but it is now time to depart.  I hope,  that my presence in this realm has done more good than bad.  I  hope that I have made more friend than foe in my long years. My last wish is to buried in the same grave as my friend, Boiendl Silverblade. May those who find this piece of paper, follow through with what I am about to say or not, either way, know that I, Patrick Denims-Therving regret all that I have done to hurt those that I swore to hold dear.

-Patrick Denims-Therving

~~~~x~~~~x~~~~x~~~~x~~~~~x~~~~

To my grand cousin, Throdo Therving

I bequeath upon you my diamond cane, I know that you will find it more than useful in your later years. 

To my dear friend, Gideon Silverblade

I leave you my crown and all those titles that go with it, this being “King of Holm.”

To my dear friend, Mizu Silverblade,

I leave you with my plethora of Mistresses and Bodyguards. You also get my turtle collection.

To Godfrey Horen,

I leave you the impact I made on this Empire, I have given you all that I can afford and all that I possess. I have thrown my life at your feet. But I must apologize deeply to you, for I do not believe that I was around enough to put Throdo Therving on a wise path.

To House Loken,

Do not touch my dead body, do not go near my funeral. Unless Graviel apologies for taking my damn eye in Galahar.

To my son Podrik,

I grant you my primary title, the duchy of Corpathia and all of it’s counties, may it serve you well and may you rule as a fair and just duke. A letter sent in the past to the Emperor will ensure that you are protected. You also get the late Saint Boiendl’s wardrobe.

To my son Thomas,

You are to be sent to Lord Carrion to become a ward and train under him until your twenty first name day. If You are lucky, mayhaps your uncle, Throdo, will bestow upon you ‘Lord of Alstion’

I have one last wish, dearest friends, dearest family, I wish that I am to be buried with Saint Boiendl Silverblade, it was a wish both he and I shared.

As you finish reading the will, a faint rustle is heard echoing through the halls of the manor “Always remember what I’ve done....”

A tear trickles down Patrick's wrinkled face.

"Wha-

The two islands hanging off Oren are also Oren

Patrick shrugs.

"I haven't been to a good funeral in a while"

Patrick chuckles in his study as he hears this announcemment. I covered all these positions myself, bah!

Patrick sits in a wooden chair blinking to through the curtains at the outside world. His squire barges into his quarters and tells him that the Goldman Era is over. Patrick stays still for a moment until rising from his chair and screaming of relief.

Gemmy is making me +1 one of her posts so she can gain unearned points and level out the number to 140. Just thought everyone should know.

Tata . . .

(No, I will be playing him after Patrick dies)

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The Greater House Denims-Therving

"By the Will of the King!"

House Lands:

The Island Nation of Holm, Duchy of Corpathia, Earldom of Ager, Town of Alstion, Castle of Duranth Hold

Liege House:

House Horen

Banner Houses:

House Althered

House Geminine

Heads of House:

Patrick Denims-Therving[Denims Side]

Throdo Denims-Therving[Therving Side]

Family Members:

Geoffrey Therving†

Elizabeth I Therving†

Incontentia Denims†

Colm Denims†

Harold IV Therving†

Mary I Therving†

Elizabeth II Denims†

Philip Denims†

Julia Therving(Xxxhunterxxx)†

Skyler Silverblade Therving(Skyhalk98)†

Aurora Therving(SugaryHobgoblin)

Throdo Therving(mylimo7)

Albrecht Therving(Garukumus)†

Tylos Therving(James2k)†

Rio Therving(Rio_Cocanuts)†

Ladasha Amador Denims(Jackmonkey76)†

Patrick Denims(Scipp3r)†

Mary II Therving(19ConCon98)

Valahrin Therving(mylimo7)

Alexander Therving(SebastianA500)

Henry Therving(andyboy124)†

Rupert Therving†

Podrik Denims(Scipp3r)

Thomas Denims(VonAulus)

Victoria Denims(Vacant)

Shelby Therving(Vacant)

Nigel Therving(Garukumus)

House History

Therving History:

The Thervings were a clan of wealth, owning many a business in Alstion town. They became rich off the food trade, but alas, all good things must come to an end. The undead attacked. By the time the battle was over the Manor was looted, the farms burned, the workers killed, but the Thervings had fought valiantly, and earned their life for another day, if only that much. They knew they needed to leave the North. The God of Aegis had given them a second chance, and they were going to take it.

Albrecht felt sorry for the people of Alstion he had cared and supplied for, so in a last act as Captain of the Rangers, he brought as many Alstioners as he could to the Kingdom of Alras, for he no longer trusted the King of Oren who had deserted them so. House Therving swore to serve Alras until the time that they found a new home.

With the grand defeat the undead suffered at their keep in the North, man y a Northman decided to return to Alstion, to start anew, and the Thervings were among them. Albrecht returned to his houses and stalls in Alstion and decided to rebuild, better and grander than before.

[Therving Histor Above from this threadhttp://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/8018-noble-houses/ by Garukumus]

Thervings went on to take roles as Privy Councilors and advisers to the next line of kings until the Phoenix rebellion in which Throdo Therving had lead through courage and bravery. In Galahar, the Thervings owned a manor and were known as a prestigious house in Renatus.

Throdo remained in power when the boats reached Auslon as a politcal figure and one who'd be seen on the council time to time. His stepfather, Boiendl, assumed the position of High Judge for the first several decades in the beginning of the Auslon.

After Godfrey had taken the throne, the capital of Arethor was rebuilt for the third time Throdo had opened up the Third Therving Tavern in memory of the late Alberchert. He had founded the farming village of Ager and absorbed a vassal under him, Lord Niko Althered. Eventually, Salvus and Hanseti were both united under Renatus which had formed the Holy Oren Empire. On this day Throdo's cousin, Patrick Denims was made Lord High Treasurer.

Many years past until Throdo was made Grand Chamberlain only soon to leave the land of Auslon in search for better lands. It was on the islands the ships of the Auslonians past is where the cousins united their houses again after they had discovered there bloodlines were the same. This begins the history of after the combination of the two split houses.

Denims History:

After the birth of Elizabeth II and Harold IV, Harold had moved to the town Alstion and Elizabeth to the Whispering Isles. Elizabeth had married an abusive lowborn who had no surname. His name was Philip. Philip had Elizabeth change her name to trick the populace of thinking that he was of nobility, this name was Denims.

The two humans had a son named Patrick. At age nine, Patrick was sent off to apprentice under a council member in the capital as his family did not like him at home. Patrick was apprenticed on Lord High Treasurer Thomas Fust who had given him a golden monocle which Patrick still wears to this day and to his grave.

The phoenix rebellion shook the Kingdom of Oren as well as the undead attack what lead the Kingdom to fall and split into the Teutonic Order and Kingdom of Renatus. Patrick was now a young adult who was employed into Renatus as a Galahar Guard.

The ships sail to the new land where Patrick assumes the position Lord High Treasurer and marries Ladasha Amador. They had a son named Thomas before Ladasha died from the plague what had swept down from Seventis. After scheming and plotting, Reynard Lycian was branded a heretic and

Patrick was granted the Duchy of Corpathia.

Another  curse to another land leads the Auslonians to sail to the new land. On the way Patrick and Throdo unite their sister Houses to form Denims-

Therving.

Denims-Therving History:

WIP

Family Heirlooms:

The sword of Albrecht

The monocle of Patrick

Patrick shudders as though he feels a disturbance in the economy. Someone being taxed lower than 100 minas.