Da_Emperors

RP Name: Ledicort d'AzorMC Name: Da_EmperorsVoted: Yes :)

RP Name: Ledicort d'Azor MC Name: Da_Emperors Voted: Yes

Upon the arrival of the news Ledicort would sign the Lorianne upon his chest. He whispered, “Your Imperial Majesty, you were a humble and benevolent ruler. Your wisdom and guiding hand has driven the Empire to see new heights. Shall you take rest in the Seven Skies and find peace knowing your rule was one with achievement. Your son, His Imperial Majesty, John Charles, shall continue on where you have left off — and all of Oren United by his side for the cause of our Holy Orenian Empire.”

A life of servitude was said to be all that is given to servants of Empire. A life that is placed to concerns, trials and dedication to that in itself and nothing more. Ledicort knew this. Ophelia knew this. William knew this. Yet -- They had all given such to course. Ledicort would be seated at his desk as he pondered such thoughts from time to time. His dearest friends, comrades and fellow Nationals one by one had fell to poor health or elsewise. As he would think of such sad memory his aid would come into his office within Selm Palace. As he news was given -- the emotion was pour out. He thought not to break the coat hangers or scream into the abyss as when the news was given from Ophelia's passing; rather, he would remain still upon his seat as he looked forward to the closed door upon there leave of the room. Ophelia. William. His mind raced, "How poor of a friend -- of a comrade -- of a man. . .am I?" He would close his eyes as a single tear would drip from his left eye. "Shall I lose all that stood with me? Shall I forever live in the thoughts of how I have failed Ophelia and you, dear William." He would arise from his seat after a long blistering hour of silence to himself. A life of servitude was said to be all that was given to servants of the Empire. Ledicort would look to the window as the dark clouds would began to form and drips of rain would begin to trickle down from the gray clouds. A life of servitude, it was a life that Ophelia van Wick had lived -- and it was a life that William Theodore Auburt had lived as well. "Shall God keep you and see you to the Seven Skies my dear friend, I had only wished to be a better friend and brother to you while you had remained within reach. I shall hope you forgive me if I am to see you upon the end. Shall Ophelia and yourself find peace and happiness." @MCVDK@TheIchorDruid

Sir Ledicort d'Azor would walk into the streets in the night as his fellow Orenian's would sing the anthem in all her glory, "One God! One Empire! One Emperor!" He would cheer with his countrymen into the early hours.

“Ave Orenia! Shall the colors forever remain hung high and proud — and forever we sing One God, One Empire, One Emperor!” Sir Ledicort d’Azor would be in high spirits.

It was a normal night in the Selm Palace as Sir Ledicort d‘Azor would work into the night. His aid would bring him a report from the Imperial State Army as he saw the contents, he would quickly rise from his seat as he looked out to his window. “Let the scum run with there tail between there legs, they have no courage to even stand in battle for there beliefs.” He chuckled to himself, “Traitors, Scum, and Cowards — can not even fight for what they stood for, which was very little.”

The Orenian Dynasty begins on the court. OREN IN FOUR.

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Sir Ledicort d’Azor would grind his teeth at the report that was placed to him from the Major. “How is it that they could stand with Sedan, for what purpose to support these traitorous scum when treaties are in place.” He would arise and head off towards his office within Selm Palace.

Sir Ledicort d’Azor would watch over the actions unravel, “May treachery of your kind be responded to in such manner. May God look after your soul for all the sins you have committed — Lord Helvets.”

Sir Ledicort d’Azor would dawn the colors of red and gold once again as he would exit his home — headed towards the Bastion. “Let us begin” the returning Captain would whisper as he continued.

Sir Ledicort d’Azor would remained colored with blood as he raised his blade. “One God, One Empire, One Emperor!!!”

Sir Ledicort d'Azor would stand as the verdict was given. "May God offer you forgiveness for the sins and actions that were taken. I can only hope that others see reason as you have."

Sir Ledicort d'Azor would watch him offer the written word and his seal upon it. "You are sensible for coming forth and may God offer you forgiveness for such actions."

Sir Ledicort d'Azor would state, "Those whom break the law shall see such answered too."

Sir Ledicort d’Azor would remain calm and collected as the Emperor would finish his remarks to the parchment. “May they see reason to stop these acts against the Empire and seek a solution -- as attempted over the years.”

Sir Ledicort d’Azor would stand on the mountainous terrain as he shoveled into the ground. He would launch the mixture of pebbles, dirt and vegetation towards the pile behind him. A aid would come to his side as he handed Ledicort a missive of the Conservative party. He would chuckle as his eyes scanned over the parchment. “From the Nationals you had begun your hopes of elected office. To the Josephites you ran for your chance in the House of Commons in which you lost, and now you see it within your reach to create a political party?” He would shake his head as he placed the parchment down and moved to take in a drink of water, the sun striking brightly above as he labored on the land. “Hardly anything you claim holds Conservative values for the Empire. You are better a Josephite that wishes to shred the history of the party in which you aline too. Chairwoman Edith Hope, may God bless your endeavors, for I believe they are destined to fail.” With that, he would pick up the shovel once again and move to take out another section of soil.

RP Name: Ledicort d'AzorMC Name: Da_EmperorsVoted: Yes

Name : His Imperial Excellency, Sir Ledicort d’Azor Address : d’Azor Providence Manor, Little Ves 4

@Treshure Masterfully done my friend.

Ledicort d’Azor would smile as he looked upon the charter for the Bank of Oren. He would place it down as he reflected over the advancements that were in place. “Shall the protection of the Holy Orenian Empire extend to any citizen whom wishes for it economically as well.”

Love you brother

RP Name: Ledicort d'Azor MC Name: Da_Emperors Voted: Yes

Ledicort would take the letter from his aid as he remained in the Selm Palace offices. He would look to see Ophelia's seal upon it as he would open the parchment carefully. His first thought was to appreciate her penmanship as the light smile upon his face would quickly fade. His jaw would lock as he further gripped the letter -- emotions would soon pour as a trickle of tears would fall from his face. The aid would look to him with question as he would rise from his seat. He took a few steps towards the exit of his door as the assistance called out his name; however, the only action that would follow would Ledicort slamming the coat hanger into the wall. And with that he left the room. Upon exiting Selm Palace he looked down the street to the Wick family manor, he would think of the memories between the late meetings, to the National Party dinners, to all the trials and rewards that had taken place. He looked at the door for a moment thinking if he should enter, but he stood in silence for some time longer -- thinking of how Ophelia van Wick and the Nationals had impact him and all he stands for to the day. "In just a decade, you had left such an impact to me...." He would shake his head as he walked further down the streets of Providence. At the entrance to the La Fleur Theatre he stood for what may of been hours. He would shake his head the dried tears would mix in with the fresh. The light patches of snow from the winter season remained under his feet in the cold, fierce night. He whispered to himself, "Ophelia van Wick, she was a daughter of the Empire not by birth, but by labor, service, dedication and consideration. She has served the Empire to the highest of degrees and shall be remembered not only one that has held the law as the highest regard but one that has held the Empire's people to the highest standard. Her memory shall be placed to concern of the welfare of the many and the service to all. May Ophelia van Wick be remembered for being a caring mother, a dedicated servant, and a person whom the next generation can aspire to." He would hold still for a few further moments as he added, "I promise, I will not go back on my promises to you, to Henry, to any of you. I shall keep each and every one of them -- and honor your memory. Take rest in the seven skies, Ophelia van Wick." @TheIchorDruid