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    Matthias Rutledge || Gwynnestri || Elizaveta Sarkozic || Shau
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    Human || Elf || Human || Dark Elf

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  1. "Ul kaani..." Matthias said in broken Ghanwua, the language otherwise known as True Southernos. Once again, the darker kin was left out of the reindeer games; left to play with the ancient language.
  2. Shau, the orc-raised mali’ker, was just about to apply for shits ‘n giggles, but realized he was an half inch too tall. However, Chenashre the mali’ker is 5’9.627, and employed as a freelancer. Why need a degree in cooking and cleaning, if all women are born to be in the kitchen? To grow up as a woman is to inherit a degree in such women-level activites; such as cooking, cleaning, nannying, though she wasn’t too good at sewing. Such be it, a woman’s life, to do what they’ve been naturally assigned to at birth. The prince could save his wealth for other concubines, since Chenashre is not the type to flash the bling-bling. Chenashre would love to go, but has no idea just how to get to Renalia! “If I had directions, I would go!”
  3. Chaggrak'clanlesscub runs circles around her grandpopo Shakul, gutturally screaming as she flailed her bone clubs. "WAAAAAAAAGH"
  4. “Yes, why should the church combine with the government? It leads to more emotion than reason based on teachings of faith that not everyone shares, and there must be ambition to counteract ambition. The power is with the government, but the ‘sovereign (the people’s will)’, is with the people which give their consent to be representated by their senators. They have given consent to be represented through the law by their senators, not by the church.” Matthias handed the missive back to Vivaca, back in the cozy home of Curon, snuggled into his winter clothes. “Consent requires representation, and representation requires a written way for that to take place.”
  5. Candidacies for the 1752 Imperial Senate Election in Curon SURNAME: Elwitt FIRST NAME: Gwynnesti ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Roaring Caverns 8 DATE OF BIRTH: 1726 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the province of Curon?: Yes Do you have any other title, peerage or public service that may conflict with becoming an Imperial Senator, as per the Edict of Establishment (1736) or Edict of Election (1736)?: Neigh If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the Imperial Senate, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Mhm ((MC NAME)): 1_Language_1
  6. “Back in my day, you would have paid the full contract, then murder him in the back-alleys and get your payment back!” An old gypsy murmurs, moving his long bangs back over his pink headband
  7. "Yes, it is nice to see that both senators did not die from crossbow injuries." The old man Rutledge chuckles, knowing that if Curon would have fatally beaten Kaedrin, if Wright released the string on his bolt only moments before. He folded the missive, tucking it away as a Curonian victory.
  8. "I would bid to name it something of my family or of Curon, but I bet that it'll be renamed to something else if another fire burns it down." The old man snickered to himself as he read the missive from his home. "Devereux Drive? Othan Avenue? Curon Circleway?"
  9. "I hope that firebomb guy doesn't find out about this. I would hate for there to be another fire." Matthias grumbled as he tinkered away. It was slow due to one hand.
  10. "I thought this was to only last two saint's weeks." Matthias reads the missive over and over and over. "I can't find that part."
  11. "Vivaca, you're forgetting that mom was also the first Southernos lady to be elected to Imperial Parliament." Matthias chuckles quietly as he thinks about how many times a Rutledge took the 'first Southernos' title.
  12. I love how I passed Economics class and still did not understand anything you said.
  13. Stop calling it Nexus 2.0 :^) @Korvic bb do you want hug- do I need to paypal you some food 😞 You worked hard, you need sustenance-
  14. The old man drops his face into the missive, preparing for the stress that is an Adrian Duma! "I can see why dad never liked these.. I feel a vein bulging."
  15. Matthias quietly looks upon the honor, and he doesn't know what to say. He contemplates it, he contemplates the meaning behind the oath. He found it kind of humorous, Knight Merit. The old man used to be a king's squire, but never got knighted. He assumed that perhaps GOD had some humor. “I'm sorry. I cannot take this honor. To be a doctor means to heal, not to cast aside and let die. The idea that someone would think to present it to an old man like me is nice.. but to swear to this would compromise the beliefs I hold so dear to myself. I told my children that as they grew up, to not become something that compromises who they are. I strive for the betterment of life, because all life is sacred, and if you need me, I will come. To be a Southernos is to be independent, to be a Southernos is to be neutral. The only thing on which I swear upon, is to do no harm to any living or unborn. With my one hand, I do not lift a sword, but rather a bandage.." "Because with the world so set on tearing itself apart, doesn't seem like such a bad thing to me to want to put a little bit of it back together." Matthias quietly relinquishes the honor. The man is a doctor, not a sir.
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