Enlightenment

Emilio Varoche wept for his beloved royal cousin, remembering the day he waited for Edmund's will amongst his fellow council members of the time and the relief he had when John was named heir, "We chose a glorious path that day, thank you cugino for leading us all these blessed years!"

"God Bless!" the Roach exclaimed at the grand news

my emperor, my sweet emperor to be beamer

ISSUED BY THE COUNT OF VES 23rd OF HOREN’S CALLING, 1978 AST THE DESIGNATED SUCCESSION OF VES; And other joyous news THE SUCCESSOR OF THE COUNTY OF VES It has been a long period of time that Varoche and now Ves has stood without an official heir to my wondrous and beautiful county. After the loss of my former son and heir to utter insanity I believed it wise to forego designating an official heir for a while but in recent years one of my sons has shown himself as a capable and shrewd candidate. My favored son, Demetrio Sigismondo, has shown himself to be a true Illatian and a true Vessian, worthy of continuing the name of Varoche and assuming Vessian leadership. As such he shall be declared from this day forth to be my co-lord and quasi-mayoral figure of the City of Adruzzo, as the Visdomino of Adruzzo. He shall maintain such a position until my departure from my office as Count, either through death or abdication, where he shall then assume all responsibilities as the Count of Ves and patriarch of the Varoche Estate. THE NEW LADY OF VES The impromptu wedding of Count Emilio and Ciecherella upon the lakeshore of Sigismond’s Rest In more recent news, there has been an addition of a new family member, specifically through marriage. It was a joyous summer day, a day in which the lake of Sigismond’s Rest was calm and peaceful with only a few lazy low hung clouds, brightened pink by the setting sun. It was on the day, the 12th of Horen’s Calling, 1978, that I, Emilio Varoche was wed to the good Illatian lady, Ciecherella di Ciecherelli, with the Deacon Ser Stefano Montelliano officiating the wedding at the behest of Bishop Jean Saint Godwin. Ciecherella will serve as a good Countess of Ves, she has provided good counsel to me and my family for a number of years now and this wedding has been a long time coming for both of us. IN NOMINE DOMINA DE VESSIA, THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, Emilio Sigismondo Varoche, the Count of Ves and Varoche, Baron of Napoliza, and Lord of Cors-Suticae

Emilio Varoche lamented the disapearance of the Lewes, save for his niece Laurene, remembering a time they were around far more regularly in his youth. Though he did pour a glass of wine for himself and his son, Demetrio, celebrating their own promotion and reclamation of a land their famiglia lost many centuries ago, "All things change with the seasons, perhaps someday Virdain will rise again, perhaps-a." @PufferfishTrash

Emilio frowned, "Why does dragon fight dragon... how-a humanity is-a confused.."

I honestly hate and love this idea at the same idea, on one hand it's cancerous, on the other though? I can have cacti where it makes no sense to have them.

"A new capital for a new nation! Ave Heartlandia!" Emilio exclaimed, rubbing his hands together.

Name: Emilio Sigismondo Varoche IGN: Illuminare Age: 53 Province: Aaun Address: A tavern room Campaigning for: (Lord-Mayor or Garmont Assembly) Lord Mayor of Whitespire Discord: Illuminare

"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!