Enlightenment

"I do hope you make a nice sand castle, Prince James, just come back before the sun sets. It's dangerous at night!" Emilio said, thinking this must be due to his quarrelsome nature, "Ah, well I'll ship him some supplies just in case..."

From the Seven Skies, an Illatian had flashbacks to the river Baltas, and the old March of Ardennes, and well to some alchemist fire too; though he wondered what relation these folk had to the d'Amaury.

"A new day rises upon Aaunriel, the Petran Estates and the Aaunenay have united, a boon for us all." Emilio Varoche said, as he fished in his serene lake, "The Creator smiles this day!"

"I do hope my back stabbing cousins don't get elfen malaria in the jungles, even if they more than deserve it," Mark Moere said, now a wanderer for many years in the Heartlandic valleys.

"Veletz is reborn again, tyranny spreads under the aegis of soft men," Emilio Varoche left the missive upon his table, before burning it with his lit cigar.

"Heh, good luck getting anything out of grubby hands Marie!" Emilio shook his head, "Though I do feel for you, poor Kovachev."

stay blessed adam, stayed blessed

To his Holiness, It has come to my attention you misplaced my invitation to the dumapalooza, as it has been centuries that my esteemed house has attended them and voted as an elector. It deeply confuses me and my kin as to why I was excluded, was it the machinations of Markus perhaps? Some personal dislike upon my house and person? Whatever the case may or may not be, your Holiness, my house was the last reigning Adrians to rule over the great Golden City of Ves as Dukes, the undisputed zenith of ADRIAN CIVILIZATION and as such I hold an electoral position from such an ancient contribution to Adrian society before it's downfall into these inept and utterly inadequate dumapaloozas that have brought us to where we stand within history today, this hopefully final dumapalooza. I cast my ballot as my selfless ancestor, Paul Varoche casted his centuries ago, I cast it for Ivan VIII Barbanov-Bihar, King of Haense. May your reign be long and prosperous, Emilio Varoche, Count of Varoche

Emilio Varoche grinned, rubbing his hands together at the news, "The Mighty Vandalore is finally-a marrying my niece, god-a bless!"

God ******* bless

I'm being utterly serious

Seriously though, I think that could be some interesting rp!

Idk man, sounds like you should make some secretive heretical commune that's all good with it then.

Emilio was enjoying Ceicherella's cannoli's, sighing, "You-a know, I haven't-a even seen his face in so long-a, he always was wearing his helm! and-a I don't even think he had leprosy-a!"

If you don't like people's rp, ignore them, simple as. Goes for any sort of rp you don't like!