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Steward's Way 3 - 110 Mina.

MC Name: Inquisitater RP Name: Auberon de Clare Skype: / Profession: Spy, Interrogator (Masterful woodworker) TeamSpeak: Yeah Time-Zone: GMT +1 Desired chapter: Ruric Chapter

[!] Auberon sheds no tears for his good friend, but his countenance is veiled by grief. His formerly youthful face now shows scornful crowsfeet, and a dull stare takes the place of his familiar snake-like glare. Sarcasm leaks through his voice, and he has ceased to hide his cynicism with diplomacy and feigned patience. He finally allows himself a single glance at Ragnar's brutish, now peaceful countenance, as he holds the wake, and forces himself to supress the memories that attempt to pry themselves into his mind. [!] "Le Ours Sauvage... Atleast you took that Vladovic, woman supporting, sodomy practicing, young boy enjoying, vodka guzzling camel rider with you, eh..."

"Let them come..." Says some man in white tabard

[!] A note is pinned to the clause [!] "Licenses issued. Contact an orderman or the Inquisitor himself to retrieve it." ((Inquisitater)) [!] Cirri'Lla Riannon's application is, instead, pinned to the clause aswell, and it bears a clearly readable, red stamp [!] "MALEFICARUM"

Nice trickshots Harrison. Good battle, from both sides.

Words of recent event spreads throughout Oren and it's protectorates... Words that strike fear to the hearts of heathens and heretics, who had thought the age of Inquisition to have ended long ago. Such men and women rested assured that their ways would be ignored, and thus, dishonoured and disrespected the Church of the True Faith, spraying mud on it's name. But they were wrong... The tales speak of a group of men, with the Lorraine cross upon their chest, that seems to wield supreme authority, led by a man whose cold, glassy eyes reflect the cleansing flames, in a way that leads even his closest companions to shudder. The times where the Knights Lorraine struck fear to the heart of every pagan were forgotten by most... But not by all, and, if those tales are true, those times are bound to return... Rather unexpectedly. Pyres have been erected throughout Oren, and they have been put to use. The smoke and the smell of burned, /cleansed/ flesh, still rolls over Oren in thick clouds, along with the zealous, chanting voices, of men of the Order of Saint Amyas: "THE FIRE THAT CLEANSES!" "GOD WILLS IT!", and haunts all those who thought they were safe from persecution, safe from Inquisition.

Licenses issued. Contact the Knight Inquisitor ((Inquisitater)).

The first few Licenses have been issued. Direct yourself to Peremont, or send a courier to the Knight Inquisitor ((Inquisitater)), to claim them.

~# 7th of The Deep Cold, 1518 #~ The Magic License Clause “Magi may not practice Arcane arts of any fashion within Oren and it’s protectorates, without being officially licensed. No exceptions or loopholes are to exist.” ~# }---+---{ #~ 1-1. By decree of His Majesty, rightful ruler of Oren, King Olivier the Savoy, first of his name, all practitioners of magic of any sort, those being Arcane, Clerical, Druidic or otherwise in nature, within the boundaries of Oren and it’s protectorates, Haelun’or, Ker’nor and Cerulin, are to be capable of presenting an official license for such, when requested to by an Orenian official. 1-2. As in conjunction with the Codex Arcana, 1-3, any mage to use their magic to cause harm to Oren or its citizens, or those of its protectorates, practice foul magic, or otherwise fail to adhere to the Law of Registration, are labeled maleficarum. Necromancers, Shade Magi, Soul Puppeteers and other practitioners of any magic that is dark in nature may not be licensed. 2. Drawing energy from the void and failing to present a license will result in a fine of 300 minae (Such fine may only be charged by the Inquisitor himself, or a designated envoy bearing an oficial document with the Inquisitor's seal, granting him such right). A second offense will lead to the offender being labeled maleficarum, which results in inquisitive persecution and execution. Magi must fill out the document below, and send it to the Knight Inquisitor’s office((Post it below)). The request will be reviewed, and if it is approved, a license will be issued, at the cost of 100 minae. Signed: His Majesty, King Olivier de Savoie ((InternalFacis)) Knight Inquisitor Auberon de Clare ((Inquisitater)) His Grace, Lord Chancellor Guy de Bar ((Altiak)) __________________________________________________________________

Auberon's eyes show a dangerous glimpse, and none in the men in the hall could tell if it was a glimpse of passion, or a glimpse of pure fanatism. His father's old Inquisitor robes lay across his lap, along with the heavy, grenade encrusted golden brooch, shaped like a Lorraine cross. He then rises to his feet, and paces off towards his chambers, with the sole intent to dress himself in these well-known, ancient garments.

[!] POWERFUL Auberon de Clare doesn't look like he gives two damns. [!] "...So what?"

[!] The deceased Flamen and Inquisitor Simon de Clare gazes down from the skies, and smiles the sun's smile, as he spots Oscar. [!] "Hope is not lost... Afterall."

[!] A young boy, accompanied by a large crowd of protesters stands in the square of Felsen. They hold up signs, sporting phrases such as "NO MORE STAUNTONS!", "WE PLEAD, STOP THE SPREAD!" or "HOW DO YOU BIRTH THREE CHILDREN WITHIN ONE YEAR?" [!] [!] The young boy, dressed in expensive clothes and good leather boots, carries a clipboard, and a large list. He adresses every citizen, every man and woman who passes him [!] "Please, sir, madam, can you make a contribution to our campaign? It is for the good of Oren and its people! Just give us your signature." [!] He offers them the list, and a quill [!] "And consider making a donation to our fund! The money will be used to educate Stauntons and prevent them from mating like rabbits. Just leave your donation at your local banker, and tell him it is for the "No More Staunton" fund. He'll deposit it properly!" ((Send to vingmx)) [!] The boy then goes on chanting with the crowd [!] "STOP THE STAUNTON SPREAD! WE PLEAD, STOP THE SPREAD!"