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IGN: Lasombruh Name: Baldwin 'The Fat' d'Amaury Age: 37 Gender: Male The team you’re playing for: Home Team Interests: Food, Bars, Women Extra info: Picture Attached

My parents were killed by orcs.

Sir Lothar 'The Mustang' d'Amaury!

A now aged Sir Hughes Augustus of d'Amaury sat in silence within the chapel of St. Amyas within the new holdings of Lorraine. He dwelled upon his mortality before the cross, for he, like Hadrian grew up alongside one another. It was a shock to the man, that one he admired throughout his youth might pass on to the skies so suddenly. He'd listen to his children running throughout the halls, perhaps a reminder to be grateful for what he and Hadrian shared and coveted most, succession. Lips curled inward during his prayers, for he knew Hadrian would not approve of one of his knights weeping for him and instead the man of Lorraine retained his silence alone in that quiet place of the Lord.

Live. Laugh. Love. Lorraine

Sir Hughes d'Amaury laughed alongside the Emperor Hadrian. "HurHurHur"

Sir Hughes Augustus d'Amaury sits within the forests of the Crownlands, surrounded by a group of fellow Wytcher and aspirants. The fire before them cracked and snapped in the silence of the night which they found themselves engulfed in. Hughes, a devout Cannonist and traditionalist of his virtues rubbed his hands together in prayer. A prayer, offered for that of the Emperor Hadrian I and the blessings of power which the Lord had bestowed upon his bloodline. The second, for the souls of the so called 'True Faith' which had found themselves turning into rabbi and folley few rather than priestly beings, so that they might return to the chosen faith of GOD and repent. In his heart, he knew the Emperor to be of Good Heart, though masked by his behaviors, it was truly just that one of his knights would forever more pray for the soul of his liege, despite their differing faiths. A trivial matter of spilled blood of the collared men of the True Faith troubled him not, fore the d'Amaury knew that GOD had not chosen those men to be true priests and shepherds like those of Cannonist make, though, he knew Anslem and cherished him deeply as a man, no Church blood had been spilled, or more so that of the True Church of Man, the Pontificate of Cannonism in the mind of the Knight. Hadrian had done no wrong.

"YES!" Simply cheered Sebastien's adoptive father.

Sir Hughes Augustus d'Amaury stands from his desk within the Krak, applauding to none but himself at the rise of the var Vigo within Lorraine.

Obligatory Johann +1

Hughes Augustus d'Amaury would be enjoying a fine stout beverage with Finn de Chatillion and Sebastien within the brewery located across the way from Chastel's Crossbows CCC. A smile moved over his visage as he looked to the newly opened store, and a toast was had to it's success.

"Put a carb on." Said Hughes d'Amaury.

I hate the Empire, especially Werewolf, KBR, Hughbert, Sethwolf, Milenkhov, JoanofArc, _Sug, Tide, Dwgwulf, Rain, Nectorist, Hopey, Squakhawk, Ibraheem, Sam, Sean, Smmrs, Guac, and Lasombruh. Put a carb on.