Vege

Percival would nod as he hears of his son-in-law's new appointment.

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"Cassandra Staunton is dead." 

Percival would continue with the matters of state.

His Grace, Duke Percival Staunton of Courland, swears fealty to the rightful Emperor, John Frederick Horen.

(( I agree ))

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Yes +1

Percival would wonder if Britannius was still alive, foolishly fighting against the Crown.

A Staunton scribe would distribute his account of what happened on the 8th of The Snow’s Maiden, 1525.

((Some themed music for the occasion))  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRrss4kBi2M

Chanting could be heard throughout the opulent Northern harbor of Port Vydrik. Men, women and children shouted in unison, their discordant cries blending into a single, baleful hum as they stood expectantly. The throng gathered closely around a mound of straw whereupon a man was crucified, head bowed earthwards in agonizing exhaustion. Hurling vengeful cries towards the wretch, the crowd jeered in anticipation of the justice that was soon to come.

The Count of Westmark, Percival Staunton, emerged amidst a small retinue, marching upwards to meet the mass of onlookers. A guard of the Vydrik Watch stood near to the prisoner, in his right hand a flaming torch. He awaited command from his liege-lord, his eyes focused upon him.

Percival began to address the bloodthirsty crowd.

“Citizens of Westmark. Today justice will, as always, prevail. I do this in the name of His Majesty, King Guy de Bar. Let this be an example to all who seek to defy his laws. Any man who kills civilians and proceeds to stab men of the Church will be condemned to the fire."

His gaze would be cast towards the Dunamis soldier, clutching his death warrant as signed by Guy de Bar.

“Danis Revlis. You are sentenced to death, as per the Lexicon of Ashford for your crimes of assault, murder and robbery. I pray that the Creator is merciful upon you.”

Percival Staunton of Westmark would then give a curt nod to the guardsman, who would proceed to set the hay underneath the platform alight with a simple underhanded toss of the torch.

With the perfunctory act that sealed his demise, the crucified man could only watch as the flames beneath him engulfed the hay. The embers rapidly became howling flames, in turn scolding the body of Danis and enveloping him in a fiery radiance. Over the din of the satisfied mob, the Count and his kinfolk silently signed the Lorraine.

Justice was served.

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Flyers are distirbuted to as many different parts of Valior as is possible. They read as follows:

BUILDERS REQUIRED!

Percival Staunton requests as many able hands as is possible, to aid with the reconstruction of Port Vydrik and the County of Westmark.

A large keep, a large city and a few ships are required. Further details regarding the county can be attained once a member on the building team.

Payment of up to and including 2500 minae will be payed per builder, depending on the quality and amount that they have built.

If you are interested in this, please contact Percival Staunton. Sketches of previous constructions are preferable, however, not required.

Much of the resources that are required for building will be provided.

I would hope to hear from you soon,

Percival Staunton of Westmark.

OOC: Post below or PM me on Skype, Joearomo for further details.

Screenshots of previous builds send via Skype.

Percival would nod as he stands with his brother and a band of their men, watching old Vydrik go up in flames.

"A new beginning."

I would like to request a skin.

I would like to use my current characters head.

I would like a skin with a large black coat, fitting of a Northerner, as clichè as it may sound, I would like it in the style of Jon Snows coat.

http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/nights-watch/images/37593290/title/jon-snow-nights-watch-photo

I would also be willing to offer a payment of minas for aiding me have with this. The reward would vary depending on how satisfied that I am overall at the end.

My current skin: http://imgur.com/xYMtOTN

Thank you.

Street Address or Area of Residency - (Will fill this in when I have checked)

(If your home has just a #, put down that #. If you're living in a farmsted like the Proudfoot residence, or within the palace, or anything else, put that down.)

Full name [MC name in Brackets] - Percival Archibald Staunton (Vegetarianism)

Race(Include culture if able) - Human

Are you the Household owner? - Yes

If not, who is the Household owner? -

What faith do you follow? - The Church of the Canon

Who else resides within your Home?(Full names & Race [MC names in Brackets]) -

George Staunton (Woodenapples)

If living within the Capital of Al-Wakhrah, does your home have a basement or any self made modifications? (One that has been built by yourself, or by a specially appointed steward.) - No

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Citizen door keys will be redistributed to ensure the safety of all citizens. With that, a new law is to be set out for use of the citizen doors located near the docks and the main gate.

The Citizenship door near the main gate of the city, as well as by the docks, are to ONLY be used by citizens and trusted companions of that citizen. Citizens are to NEVER let in someone they do not know, especially a large group wishing entrance upon the city. This means you are to never let in a group of bandits or raiders, even if they pay you. If you are found guilty of letting in someone that is banished within Khalestine, bandits, a raiding party, or anyone that enters the city that is not a citizen but ends up breaking the law, you are subjected to the one or more of the following consequences, depending on the severity ; A fine of up to 2000 minas, the possibility of revoking citizen door keys, the possibility of banishment and eviction, the possibility of public execution.

Do you understand this law, and will ensure to follow it? This also applies to all household members as well. - Yes

"Subhanallah!" Abir ibn Abi Bolbec would shout.

"Perhaps you should win some battles before speaking with such confidence."

Percival would cough.

Percival would polish his Vanir and Mallister heads above his Fire.

"You'll 'ave ta get through tha' Golden Crow firs'" he says, smirking upon hearing of the Savoyard scum wishing to kill Mallister.

Percival nods, "I will."

You try to mock me when you and your family mate with elves and inbreed, you scum will meet your end. You indeed should be scared, you and your family will be purged and i will take great pleasure in plunging my sword into your treacherous heart.

If Percival ever got this message he would truly wonder where the accusations of inbreeding and Elves? Came from. He would also await the Great Purge of the House Mallister, come to rid the lands of the Staunton scum.

Sarus laughs at the empty threats from the Stauntons "It seems the last three times you have had a chance to fight, you have hidden in the keeps of your scum brethren, shivering in your boots, praying for the coalition to leave, only to come out and be beaten in open combat almost every single time. Make your empty threats Stauntons, for i will enjoy meeting you face to face...

"Truly, we can never defeat the coalition, it's might so evident, with its fine and skilled warriors such as yourself, doing the valiant work of the Creator."

Percival would proceed to flail his arms, running around the streets of Felsen in terror. "Who can stop the mighty Mallisters? How will we ever defeat them?"

"If he is a pawn and a nobody, what does that make you? I'm saying this because you and you family are of lesser beings. Perhaps some interbreeding with some Ologs?" Dagr would reaffirm what he wrote with a simple nod before letting the carrier boy take it off.

That would make me a rook, obviously, sufficiently valuable for Adria to offer a number of things to try to secure my loyalty.

He would send the courier back.

"Atleast they aren't known as tha' bloody plague, an' cancer o' all realms." Said a loyal Adrian man, nodding agreeingly with himself.

If Percival had heard the man, he would point out that it is Adria who is attacking the host, Much like a cancer.

"Agreed"

Athirius would nod in approval towards Constantine, set on a stool outside his cell, dragging a whetstone against his blade.

"No one gives a ****," grumbles Constantine.

Would grumble "I dun't give two shites vhat Sarus does, his house is already a disgrace to the North.." he'd unload another piece of loot from his saddlebags, shoving the item into his back pocket for safe keeping.

Percival would nod, wondering to himself what ground the Mallisters have to stand on, when many of his own side condem his poor attempt to discredit the Stauntons.

Percival would smirk Savoyardly upon reading this. "Such savage traitors do not deserve to hold any Union with our family anyway. This letter from this low life has made my day a good one. You are /literally/ nobody, a vagabond. A pawn on Adrias chess board. I look forward to plunging my sword into your body when next we meet on the open field of battle, Mallister. When we hold Vanaheim and the North in the name of the Crownlands you are your kin will be hunted down, so you may not even cower in the North."

Percival would proceed to kill as many Adrians as he could get his hands on, and would note to kill a Mallister, if he could find anybody who knew who they were.

He would also note there is little glory to North, and that the few people who reside there are largely mislead indoctrinated Mallister-like scum.

"I think I've plough't this man's wife", Marvin muses as his eyes cross the signature 'Percival Staunton', his finger and thumb rubbing his fuzzy chin. He takes a second, obviously in thought, before simply shrugging to his companion, "I suppose that matters as little as he does."

Percival would look forward to decapitating any man who would claim to have 'ploughed' his wife.