Proddy

Somewhere within the abyss, a figure caught between a horrific limbo of life and death stirs and shrieks. His dissipated form endures on throughout his perpetual torture, damned for the many errors and sins he had committed in life. Doomed he remained for perhaps all of eternity, unknowing of the fate wrought for his former beloved in the physical world.

His name mattered not. He was with the rest of them, now.

MC Name:

         proddino

Character's Name:

         Hakin al-Razi

Character's Age:

         18

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         Quantumatics

Teacher's RP Name:

         Joachim van Helmont

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

solid lore confirmation that iblees is a female dark elf and that exalted owyn was a farfolk man

Otto von Manstein utters a prayer for good health, signing the Lorraine across his chest profusely

[RP Name]: proddino

[MC Name]: Otto von Manstein

[Age]: 12

[Subjects]: Art of the Sword, Diplomacy, Theology

[Role, Student or Tutor]: Student

[What Inspired You to Apply?]:

Art of the Sword: As a squire to the King and an aspiring Knight of future generations, it is important that I learn to wield a sword with efficiency, for the first duty of a Knight is to safeguard those who cannot defend themselves and fight for crown and country when called upon.

Diplomacy: Oft times, words can strike mightier than the sword. Being able to settle a conflict through conversation rather than cold steel is a valuable skill.

Theology: I am a devout Canonist and greatly intrigued by Human history, and wish to learn more about both.

[Discord]: Proddy#6458

10/10 pisslord

“Harhar! You damned thieving bastard! Serves you right!” chortles an old and senile Louis de Savoie from his villa in Ulmsbottom. As a servant touts him around in a wheelchair, the elderly Prince tosses his hands around erratically. “Now! Prepare my finest suit and a boat, I need to go see my father!”

 
The poor servant scratches his head with trepidation, having to mentally prepare himself to break the news to his Alzheimer’s ridden master for the hundredth time…

Woland of Attenlund trudges through the Almarisian woods in scouring for his prey, his most recently acquire contract. Upon happening across the monstrosity at last, the Black Hawk of the Hexers plugs in his airpods, drawing his lengthy slayersteel claymore from his back. Carnage commenceth.

Skin Name: traveller thing

Discord Tag: Proddy#6458

Bid(s): $19

From within the cloistered, stony walls of Dun an Ein, one Woland of Attenlund would peer over the missive as a rather jittery and nervous courier boy would disperse a copy at the front doors. The Black Hawk of the Hexer's Creed mulls over it's etchings and odd runs with his lonesome eye, teeth gritting direly.

The brute's head casts upward, staring straight toward a ticking clock hung upon the mantle piece of a hearth. It's point would forever turn, much like the passage of time. Destiny colliding, inescapable fate interweaving. Tick tock, it would rattle. Tick tock, tick tock...

"The world forever turns, and we stand on the precipice of apocalypse." he drones out to nobody in particular. Perhaps just to himself as he sat within that empty hall, hand crumpling tightly around that paper. "But Causality has been severed many times over. And it shall be again."

Count Fernand prepares his finest attire for such a momentous occasion, eager to witness the marriage of his guardian.

THE PRUVIAN SEDITION

Penned upon the 12th of Godfreys Triumph, 1868

The necessity of this declaration saddens me to my very core. It is imperative that I must, however, uphold the oaths of fealty and servitude I gave to the Royal Crown just a Saint’s Day ago. No matter the cost, we must place our country and faith in our new monarch above all else. Something that three members of my house have failed to do.

To the three signatories - Philip Michael, Eleanor Lucienne and Jean Henri; I say shame upon you! To turn your back upon family and kingdom in such a wretched and disgraceful manner, all in the name of pursuing your own glory and dastardly ambition. Were it not Peter the Pretender that publicly scorned us upon my mothers abdication? Were it not King Frederick, in all his grace and benevolence, that granted our family land and holdings so that we could prosper anew? The three of you are an insult to this house, naught but spineless schemers who shall reap and toil for an eternity in the Void for this treachery you have committed.

Despite my minority, I cannot sit idly by whilst these dissident relatives of mine betray me and the King I have chosen to stand by in such open and flagrant manner. Therefore, as the Count of Provins and Patriarch of the House of Pruvia, I do hereby decree the following;

The three signatories, those by the name of Philip Michael, Eleanor Lucienne and Jean Henri are hereby;

I. Disowned of our family and house, and stripped of the name of Pruvia.

II. Disqualified from the line of inheritance to the County of Provins

III. To be immediately removed from the Chateau d’Aubepine, should they currently take residence there.

IV. To be detained and handed over to the Royal Crown of Oren to face justice for their act of sedition should they be caught trespassing upon my land.

To you trio of serpents, you weeds within the grass, I appeal to you personally; abandon this folly that is the loyalty you invest in Peter the Pretender. Come to the Aster Hall and give yourself to his Royal Majesty so that you might receive judgment. Perhaps then, you might be spared a more merciful fate than what you truly deserve.

Issued and Declared,

The Right Hon. Fernand Antoine Pruvia, Count of Provins

The Viscountess-Dowager, Lady Claude Elisabeth de Savoie, Regent of Provins

The Count of Provins begins to draft an official response to this false missive.

Fernand Pruvia smirks. “No Peterists on my land!” the boy Count exclaims from the Imperial Hall of Aster, his voice breaking in a nasally crack.

“Do as tho wilt.” murmurs Robert Foltest from the Void, giving a firm nod up to his only child.

A DECLARATION OF FEALTY

Penned upon the 13th of Owyn’s Flame, 1868

“In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law? Is it like the hand of God hovering above? At least it is true that man has no control; even over his own will.” -Unknown.

TO THE RESPECTABLE PEERS AND CITIZENS OF THE EMPIRE,

In the aftermath of the Empire’s dissolution and the restoration of the Kingdom of Oren, the Count of Provins traveled upon his own will to Providence. Making the bountiful journey to the Royal throne room of Aster Hall, the young Count Fernand swore his oath of fealty to King Frederick I in person. This missive, however, shall prove as an official and public declaration of continued service to the King and Crown.

The Comital House of Provins does hereby swear that it shall uphold its oath and service throughout this tumultuous time of change. It shall remain in stalwart servitude to the Royal Crown, and uphold its duty in eradicating traitors and would-be dissidents against the rightful King Frederick I.

Additionally, at the personal behest of his Royal Majesty, Count Fernand shall relocate to the Imperial Palace to begin a wardship beneath King Frederick I. The House of Pruvia is most elated at this glorious and spectacular opportunity and extends its utmost thanks and gratitude to the Royal Crown.

GLOIRE AU ROI,

The Right Hon. Fernand Antoine Pruvia, Count of Provins

Her Ladyship, Countess-Dowager Claude Elisabeth de Savoie, Lady Regent of Provinss

Father Humbert von Mozgus continues to pray.

Discord Tag: Proddy#6458
Skin Name: Adventurer
Bid(s): $12

Ragnarr "Hairyarse" von Arichsdorf, the lesser known and less mentally challenged brother of Manfred, chortles fatly as he slaps his bulging, protruding gut. "HARHARHAR. Ye really fookin shown t'em, brodir." he cackles on and on, dribble rolling down his chin as he scratches at one his triple chins. The fat pagan then arises, livening his step as he'd begin their family tradition of dancing around the Burning Bush in commemoration of the ten Nordling defeats during the Nordling Wars!

THE PROVINOIS ABDICATION

Published by the Provins Household upon the 11th of Tobias' Bounty, 1862

The Provins Household does announce with a heavy heart the abdication of The Right Honorable, Countess Amadie Pruvia. Born upon the 14th of Godfrey’s Triumph 1836 as Amadie Marléne Élisabeth Pruvia, she achieved an astonishing milestone in being one of the initial products of the Rosemoor Bill, becoming the first Viscountess Provins in the year 1844. Amongst her most heralded achievements is pioneering the construction of the Chateau d’Aubepine, which now serves as the central estate of the Pruvia family. Later in her tenure she would raise the peerage of Provins from Viscounty to County in due reward for her unwavering loyalty to their Imperial Majesties during the Aster Revolution. Amadie now resigns from her title and peerage at the young age of 26 to pursue a life of travel abroad. The Provins Household wishes the Countess-Emerita a healthy and bountiful journey, and reminds her that she shall always have a place amongst her family and household should she wish to return.

In lieu of her departure from the position of Countess-Emerita, her title and patriarchy of the Pruvia family shall be passed down to her eldest son Fernand Pruvia by virtue of Imperial succession law. With Count Fernand’s minority in mind however, the role of regent is hereby granted to his grandfather the Viscount-Emeritus, Father Philip Pruvia.

The duties, rights and responsibilities of the Regent of Provins shall encompass the following;

1. To manage the Provins estate and assets on the behalf of Fernand Pruvia.

2. To manage the Provins finances on behalf of Fernand Pruvia.

3. To serve as patriarch of the Provins household and Pruvia family on behalf of Fernand Pruvia.

4. To attend and speak at the Adriatic Court on behalf of Fernand Pruvia. 

5. To fulfill Imperial obligations on behalf of Fernand Pruvia, such as paying fiefdom taxes and answering Imperial summons.

Philip Pruvia’s role as Regent shall expire on the 16th of Harren’s Folly 1873, where Count Fernand’s 16th birthday shall be marked and he has matured into adulthood.

Signed,

TRH, the Countess of Provins, Amadie Pruvia.

Father Philip Pruvia.

Arthur of Caermad strokes his beard as he reads over the missive. “Interestin’.” he murmurs, pocketing the bounty flier within his satchel.

My child will type “sneed”

The four year old Fernand Pruvia who had become semi literate within the past year as a result of extensive private tutoring smiles with enthusiasm, wondering if there might one day be a publication on Auvergnat culture and it’s various offshoots.

8 minutes ago, Frymark said:

"10 years as co-monarchs." Scoffed the Haeseni Marshal at the missive, "10 years of the bloodiest war in Almaris' history, that's been. How ironic that it is celebrated with love and joy." The man snorted to himself before placing the parchment away, then continuing back to his duties.

“But your Dwarven allies started the war.” scoffs a hooded and cloaked William Trissingham in return as he appears from behind a corner. Coughing abruptly, the baseborn turns heel and sprints madly for the Karosgrad gates. He had no interest in being made a prisoner for ‘anti-Haenseni think’ today.

Far removed from the Orenian Empire, in the newly constructed fortress of Dún an Èin, Arthur of Caermad heard tidings of the Duke’s grizzly demise. He felt somewhat gladdened they’d managed to mend their troubles before his death; the Hexer would recall their last conversation and Helton’s promise to better himself with some sorrow now.

“Death is the best mercy some men could ever receive. Just a shame you had to go like that.” he murmurs as he heads out to the stables, readying his horse. As dawn would break, the hunter would ride once more for New Providence. There was someone there who needed him now, probably more than ever.