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The Prince of Providence would stand amongst his comrades, allies, and fellow Orenians as he overlooked the battlefield. Peter opened his canteen to pour water to his face — washing dried and fresh blood alike off his face. “To the Empire and the allies! We have restored what was rightfully ours.” He screamed, his blade to the air for moments longer. The loud cheers of the victory would echo around. 

It was a beautiful evening. The sun was setting against the walls of New Providence as the city remained as lively as ever. His Aunt Amelia and Peter would be walking towards the gates as they would look over to the local markets, to pick up a few items for the upcoming gatherings. Sir Jarad would be the first to bring the news -- The Duke of Cathalon was dead.

Emotions overtook him completely as he slammed his fist into the stone -- blooding trickling down his fingers -- his eyes beginning to become full. It was the first time in many years he had felt this sudden shock. The war was a trying time but Helton was as if a brother. Perhaps not by blood -- but by choice.

Amelia would open her arms to him she embraced her nephew. He blinked. Tears fresh would run raw down his cheeks as he would take a few moments and exchange prayers for the lost Duke. As he pulled apart he would wipe his face as he screamed. "Every man that can hold a blade shall rally to the gates -- for we tonight we shall make those whom harmed our own suffer!" Around fifteen hundred gathered as they hook horseback and went off towards the lands in which actions were taken against the Duke. The forces took on two hundred bandits that held the colors of the foe -- it was not enough, they ran into the Dwarven land to seek more as the pain ran ever so deep.

Upon the end of the eve the men and women returned to Providence and sought to take enterance to the Cathedral as they all wished prayers for the fallen brother. "Helton, Duke of Cathalon and dearest friend. I should hope you rest well alongside your parents in the Seven. Shall you look over your own, our people and myself in the coming years. God bless you and the legacy you leave." He would sign the Lorianne as he then moved to go towards the palace alone. 

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Peter Augustus would stand still as he watched the bodies fall before him. He would shake his head as he looked towards the traitors and those whom could not condemn the actions of the unfaithful. 

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The Prince would smile deeply as he would read the most joyous news of the heir of d'Arkent being born. "Young Peter. Shall you grow into a strong and wise man, shall you learn to enjoy life as your father has, hold poise as your mother does, and live a life that shall brings you joy and then after glory to our realm. God protect you Peter." He would smile as he would ask his aid to clear his lessons for the day as he went off to buy gifts for the newborn. 

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Peter Augustus looked over the text as he drank his cup of coffee. “Why does it feel as if the Church becomes more political as each day passes. It would seem they believe God’s work is to release false news that holds no bearing. May God bring them back to more true natured ways.”

The Prince of Providence would look towards the actions and later the missive that was offered by Heloise. Peter would take a moment to himself as his eyes would lower for a mere moment. "Death, or hate?" He chuckled lightly to himself. "I was present at Southbridge, I was present at Providence, I was present at Sedan's fields, and I was present for the many times in which we have raised blade to answer those whom wish us nothing but death." He would close his eyes once more. "It is but foolish to think they consider the welfare of yourself or the people of this realm. God be with us all." He opened his eyes as he moved off towards the call of his advisors. 

“Let it burn! Let it burn! Let it burn!” Chanted the Kaphro. 

"The King of Haense relishes in sending his men to GOD. Long live the Fidel Defensor!" Peter Augustus of Kaphro smiled.

Peter would smile as he saw his family together for a proper dinner. “To our mother’s health, to the welfare of the people, and to the vision and dream for the land of tomorrow.” He raised his glass in cheers his mother’s words. 

Peter Augustus would be in the middle of a sparring session as an aid would come to his side. “Your Imperial Highness, your parents would like a word.” The Prince would place his blade back into its sheath — moving towards the private chambers of the Palace to receive the news in high spirits. 

The Prince would continue to spare alongside his Uncle as he crossed his blade hoping to disarm him. It would seem his attempt did not succeed as he looked to Ivan. “Uncle, again — it must be perfected so I can take more of them on!” He moved to try the drill once again. 

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The late Ledicort d'Azor would watch from the Seven Skies as his boy would join the frontlines and advanced towards the foes of the Empire. And once the battle was over he would smile -- knowing this was not the time in which he would meet his boy yet; rather, he had much more to prove.

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The Lone Tree

Year of our Lord 1858, 17th of Tobais’s Bounty

"And though they are many, the strength of GOD does not serve the wicked" (Auspice 2:45)

Memories upon the battlefield of the Prince of Providence 

It was a cold morning in the winter when the soldiers had begun to place the armor upon the chest. It was a cold morning when families of the realm wished loved ones blessings, and it was a cold morning in which the Empire had begun to march away from the gates of New Providence towards the land once lost to them. Amongst it all, it was spirit and courage in which they held as they began to move forward.

The forces of the Holy Orenian Empire, the men of Blackvale, the Ferryman, and the Son’s of Nagg had formed together in columns as they pushed forward towards the foes. As they approached the battlefield that would be the lone tree within Lower Petra they had seen forces lined and ready to combat the combined forces. They were outnumbered, they had seen a horde of heathens prepared to jump at a moment’s notice towards the men and women who stood as defenders of the Empire and of the realm. God was watching.

Peter Augustus stood amongst the footmen near the front of the line. He watched as his father and the commanders of the army would shout orders towards the various battalions that would stand to face the test before them. God willing he thought victory was within sight. As others would begin to bang shields and blades together and scream, “Long live the Empire!” The Prince would join in, “Long live! Long live! Shall they never forget the night they faced men and women of conviction and worth. But one man of our force is equal to ten of the foolish!” He screamed as the banging of the blade and shield would grow louder. 

Both forces rushed forward with all the might they held against one another. Blades locked into place – whether  they would be a man, dwarf, orc or any other within the conflict. The battle took place over days as slowly but surely the lone tree stood still. Hundreds, Thousands, Tens of Thousands of bodies remained to the center of the town as vultures would look over the scenes.

As they continued to exchange blades and shouts the last of the combat would begin to fade and one side took clear lead. Images would remain planted to the young Prince even if this was not the first battle nor the last in which he would take field in.

Oren and her own remained victorious, the Prince would be bloodied as his face was covered with others and his own. He would arise slowly as he offered a smile towards the comrades that remained to his side – his expression remained one filled with joy that it was in victory – and yet that it was over. God had stood with his own on the given night. He would raise his blade, “SHALL THE EMPIRE PREVAIL!” As his comrades would reply the same. The last few hundred foes would run away from the town. As the commanders and the Emperor began to order the forces to carry on from the battle the youth looked back – the lone tree stood tall, and an Orenian flag remained planted to her side.

“Until we face the foes next – for today and the days coming, we are filled with pride and vigor.”

The Prince of Providence would move to mark his calendar as he would not wish to miss the wedding of the Prince Gaspard and Lady Anastasie. "May God bless such union -- I should not wish to miss such a gathering."

Upon the conclusion of the battle, the Prince would slowly rise back to his feet as he looked around him. Tens of thousands of bodies would lay around as the fields ran red with blood and broken blades – yet the will and determination of the Imperials and the allied forces stood the test that was placed before them. The Empire had found victory against the hordes of heathens. 

Peter Augustus would look around as the allies would begin to scream cheers of joy across the Lower Petra, he joined alongside, “One God, One Empire, One Emperor!” Others continued, “Ave Oren.” It was but in this moment as he would nurse his wounds and see his fellow countrymen united and victorious that he realized that this was the verge of something far greater. He watched as his father and the brave commanders would order the next commands – this was but just the start.

Peter Augustus Kaphro would take the blade out of the coward Dwarf’s chest as he fell to the ground. He took out a cloth as he wiped away the blood as he looked at the retreating foes. “Nearly five hundred of your kind dead on the roads away from Oren — You all must truly be a special level of daft. I should hope you continue to sing such foolish claims to your people, and continue to call them victories — so that one day your own wake up to how foolish you all may be.” He would move to toss the body into the river as he continued along side comrades to hunt the remainder of them for sport. 

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"The Tripartite Forces lost more men, they ran back into the walled city, and hold no advantage or threat to the Empire. It is but foolish they believe they were capable of winning this battle regardless of them outnumbering our own in this Battle." Peter would reply to the false missive as he continued back towards his game of chess.

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"Ye' did last night lass ae dunnae what yer' readin in tha' papers." . . .the Daelish Lord spoke.

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"Silly elf, Oren won, it's simple math." Replied Peter.

"Shall they never forget any day in which they hide as cowards against the steel of the Empire." Peter would shout as he heard the news offered. "The fools can speak as much as they wish -- yet -- it is but the steel of the Empire that they run away from -- countless times over."

The Prince of Providence took visit to the Duchy of Cathalon just the day prior. The eventful tour of Cheval Hall was filled with true beauty of what the Duke had created with his family. Pleased with the visit, he spoke with Lord Helton before his departure, “I should like to return soon, your invitation is accepted and most thanked for — a hunt within Cathalon.” Soon after the Prince took his leave back to the Imperial Palace in Providence.

When the news had been received the following Saint’s day of the passing of the Duke — the young man’s heart and mind would trouble him. “How foolish was I not to enquire of the Duke’s health, why did I not seek him upon my first visit to his lands.” He moved to pick up the quill placed to his desk as he penned letter towards Duke Helton to offer his condolences and prayers.

As he finished, he whispered to himself, “Another titan of the realm has fallen, may he rest well in the Seven Skies.”

THE GRAND TOURNAMENT OF FURNESTOCK

PENNED ON THE 16TH OF GODFREY’S TRIUMPH, 1857

The Astercalia has proven to be two years filled with joy, merry and preparation for all within the Empire as the next generation has debuted before the realm. To call the end of the celebrations and merriment – In the month of the Sun’s Smile, The Grand Tournament of Furnestock shall be held to conclude the celebrations.

The tournament shall showcase the finest Imperial soldiers, swordsmen, and knights from each family’s household to join in competition against one another to reveal the Champion of Furnestock. Such a title will be held until the following Astercalia, where the title will be contested once again.

Debutantes are welcome to present roses or to exchange a handkerchief or any item of symbolism, to wish for good luck towards those who participate. Shall the bravest and heroic take entry into the tournament and earn such title with vigor and pride for the Empire.

Rules :

• The Joust shall be conducted between two foes that shall ride forth without any pause upon steed. Once you begin your line of attack, you may not pause or stop riding.

• You must bring your own horse, suit of armor, and lance for the Tournament.

• The first to knock the opponent off of their steed with a single attack in the charge shall advance to the next round. If you do not knock off your opponent in the first change, rounds will continue until a victor is selected. 

• The Prince of Providence shall oversee all battles, if any foul play or breaking of the rules is seen you will be disqualified. Any final decisions shall be made during the tournament. 

• A bracket shall be formed of either 16 or 32 entries based on responses.

• Knights, Peers and ISA soldiers shall take priority in terms of selection depending on the bracket size. If you are not of the following still apply as you may be selected to partake. 

• The event shall take place at the Imperial Palace at 4 pm EST this upcoming Sunday. (1/30/22)

Entry Reply

To enter into the tournament please reply with the following under this thread.

MC NAME :
RP NAME :

AGE : 

Are you an Orenian Citizen or Ally : 

Are you an ISA Soldier or a Knight of the Empire : Y/N

If you are from a Noble House, which one : 

Prize Pool

1. The victor of the tournament shall be given the title of Champion of Furnestock as well as a prize pool of one hundred minas. The title shall be held until the next Astercalia.

2. The runner-up of the tournament shall be given fifty minas. 

SIGNED,

His Imperial Highness, Peter Augustus, The Prince of Providence