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Updates 12 and 13 are added :D

With the response I've gotten, I've decided to keep updating. Thanks to everyone who is supportive of it! I'm glad you guys enjoy reading it. :)

If anyone is interested in continuing to read this journal, let me know and I will keep writing entries, otherwise I am going to stop for awhile.

Annabelle stands proudly among her family and friends as her father is crowned King of Oren. 

Annabelle d'Amaury rides for Peremont with her close friend, Emelie de Bar, in tow, upon receiving this news. She arrives to meet with her father, finding comfort in his company in this solemn time.

I've been trying to update daily, mostly because I get bored. Sorry the last few entries have been a bit stale. The life of a pregnant noblewoman is not exactly exciting.. :'D

I love it! Will you be discussing any IC developments in the future? Like wars, alliances, etc?

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Entry #1

 

So this is the beginning of many things, as many things come to an end. Within the last year, my country has finally put an end to a terrible war. With the ending, my life may begin. The war began when I was only 13 years old and I am now nearly 18. I entered court as a Lady when I was 16, but was not really able to enjoy my time as many of the Ladies of court were under a careful watch, for their own good, of course. When the war started, I was far away, finishing my education. After that time, I was returned to Peremont, my Lord father’s holdfast, and was allowed to begin my life within the royal court.

 

Now, though, the war is over. Now we move on. The Lord Marshal Augustus de Sola has done his best to court me. We connected right away, and spent as much time together as we could while he was winning the war. He told me often of his thoughts of me during battle, and how they gave him the strength to carry on and fight fiercely. He even gave me a gift at one point, a brilliant emerald pendant set on a silver chain. I cherish it dearly and wear it all the time. We have decided that we would like to be married now that the war is over. I assume he has spoken to my father and asked for my hand, but I have not heard from them recently. Now that Adria is back in Loyalist hands, many things have to be taken care of. Land must be divided up and  titles given. Augustus and my father have been very busy.

 

Honestly, life has been quite boring as of late. I believe once I marry and move out of Peremont, things will become more interesting, as it will give me a chance to meet new people. I must also begin to think about starting a family. I hope to give Augustus an heir within the next couple of years. I won’t lie here though, that I do wish to have a daughter as well. I don’t know yet where we will live, and if Augustus will receive lands in Adria. We may remain in Dour Watch, though with his excellence in the battlefield, it would truly shock me. Adria is a vast land, widely varying in climate, and I have never visited it. I hear that Brelus, the town at the very edge of Adria, was sacked and set aflame after the siege. It must have been so difficult for the people living there. What tells them right from wrong? How are they to know that the Adrian nobles are scoundrels? Why must God punish the lowborn peasants of Adria, when it was their liege Lords who defied the King? Perhaps they should have left Adria when the war came about. I suppose it is not so easy to relocate across a nation, though. And I do wonder what will become of Vaneheim and the northern region. They sided with Adria in the war, but I have not heard what will happen to the people there.

 

I hope to speak with Augustus soon and hear the news of who will receive what lands. I assume my father will be granted some more lands as well, as he played a large part in the war’s sweeping success with the addition of the Amyas ordermen. I would have liked to see Sergius receive lands as well, had my dear brother Edmond not been killed. Sergius is now the heir to House de Bar and Peremont, though. My young brother Jaochim could perhaps receive lands when he is older, but for now he is too young. I fear he may be a craven young lad, though, as he is so very quiet. I do not know if it is shyness or perhaps just lack of words worth saying. Someday he will need to prove himself on the battlefield like our older brothers. I do miss Edmond very much. I wish that I would have had more time with him before the war took him from my family. I know he is with mother now, and they watch over us together. I pray his soul rests easy.

 

I have not spoken to Emelie  much lately. I wonder when my father and her will marry, and if she will bear him any more children. Father is getting old now, but poor Emelie is still so young. It would be sad if she never had a child of her own. I would not mind another young sibling, anyway, if it was hers. She is my dearest friend and I hope she will be happy with my father. He is truly a good man, but he can be cold at times. I think it has been difficult for her to be away from her home. I know it will be difficult for me to move away when the time comes.

 

I will write again soon, hopefully with news of the wedding and lands.

 

Entry #2

    As the days grow warmer and the rains let up, my heart grows anxious. I have yet to hear word of the wedding, but rumors abound about other things. Augustus has created his own house! He is now Augustus d’Amaury, and he will be a count. He has taken up residence in the old Barrowyk castle and called it Summerhall. I suppose that is where I will be living when we do finally marry. My cousin, Denis, has also been wed, though I did not attend the ceremony. I think my brother Sergius must be wed soon as well, as he comes of age. I honestly cannot think of a good match for him though. There are few eligible noblewomen now that 3 noble families have been dissolved. I suppose he will have to settle for a lower noble family.

    I am quite thankful for Augustus’ attentions. I could not have asked for a better suitor. He is so handsome, and kind too. I suppose I will become a countess when I marry him. I also hear he may be knighted! Though, many people fear that King Olivier is not in good health. He rarely showed his face throughout the war, and his council had to do much for him. These next few months will be interesting indeed. I must begin to update this journal more often!

 

Entry #3

    JOY! My father has spoken to me! I am to marry Augustus! I was sitting in the garden, working on an embroidery piece when Carvell, Augustus’ personal guard, was talking to me. My father came in, staunch as ever, and bid him off, so he could speak to me in private. He asked me about Augustus, and what I thought of him. I told him I adored him, and he was kind to me. Father then told me of his approval of Augustus, and that we would join our families in marriage!~ I was so excited that I hugged father before he could object. I spoke to Augustus not long after and told him of the news, and he left to speak with my father. I think the ceremony will be quite small, and it will hopefully be soon. I am so excited!!

 

Entry #4

    My life has finally, wonderfully, taken shape. I was wed to Augustus in a double wedding with my father and Emelie. I was terribly nervous and there were far too many people in attendance, most of whom I did not even know. Emelie had to borrow a dress from my wardrobe. Sergius was the one to walk me down the aisle, since father was already at the alter waiting for Emelie. It was an interesting affair to say the least. I must say I felt beautiful in my dress, though. The ceremony was quick and soon afterwards Augustus and I, with the Honor Guard in tow, escaped the crowd back to Summerhall.

    It is simply gorgeous here. I love it so much more than stuffy, crowded Peremont. The Honor Guard are incredibly respectful and watchful, much to the contrast of the Amyas men. Augustus even allows women in the Guard. They are fierce creatures, incredibly loyal and skilled as any man. I am glad to have some more female company. Since our arrival we have already had many people come seeking homes in Summerhall’s small village. All good people, so far. We have vast, open fields of wheat that give the lands a beautiful golden hue, backdropped by lush verdant green forests. It is - quite simply - the most beautiful place I have ever been, and I am lucky enough to call it home. I am a countess now, as the lands that Augustus received make up the County of Amaury. That is my name now, as well. Annabelle d’Amaury.

    I can hardly say I have ever been as happy as I am now. One of the few things that dampen my joy are Augustus’ bastard son. A young boy of five years old, he is not so much a menace as a daily reminder that Augustus has loved another woman. I try not to let it bother me, though, as I hope we will have children of our own soon enough.

    I have not seen Emelie since the day of the wedding, and I think she may be one of the only people I truly miss. She promised she would come to see me often, but I know with how busy I am now, she must be as well. Augustus is also preoccupied with political dealings, despite the wars end. The north has surrendered to the King and Vanaheim was returned to Oren. Foul news of Augustus’ father causing trouble with dwarves reached us, though, and he was set into a mood. He told the man, who now resides with us here in Summerhall, that he would speak with my father regarding the matter. I hope they can quell the situation before another war breaks out.

 

Entry #5

    The keep was quiet today when Emelie came to visit me. It was so nice to see her. It feels like it has been so long. We talked for some time about our lives since marriage. She brought news that I had not heard yet. Rumors abound that my father will become the next king of Oren! This would not only make Emelie the queen, but it would make me a princess. Emelie is very nervous about it. I think she fears for our lives as we become more powerful and prominent. My dear friend Camile, who was the princess under the current king, was killed in the streets of Felsen. Ever since then, Emelie has been somewhat of a nervous wreck. She worries about what will happen while she reigns as Queen. She tells me she wants to set up a Queensguard, not only for personal protection but for the capitol as well.

    We also spoke of our new married lives. She asked me if I was pregnant yet, and I admitted to her that I would not even know if I was, as I was never taught about it. She told me that some of the soldiers had told her that when a woman becomes pregnant, she gets sick often and her body bloats and swells. It sounds terrible, to be honest, but she reminded me that it all leads to a child, so it is worth it in the end. She did not say if she thought she was pregnant or not, though. I do not think I am, as I have not suffered any of the symptoms yet. She tells me my father wishes to have another heir, and I was curious about that.

Sergius, as far as I knew, was the heir since Edmonds death. Perhaps father thinks he is not fit to be the heir, though. I feel sad for Sergius, at times. Especially now, as he will become Lord of Peremont if father becomes King. He is still young, and politically inexperienced. He has a cold exterior, and I doubt anyone besides Joachim and myself know him as anything other than that. I miss him, and his watchful eye. He would always make sure I was safe. I suppose that is what Augustus’ duty is now.

There was also a young girl found by one of the Honor Guard recruits in Felsen. A small, dark-skinned Farfolk girl. Bren was her name. She couldn’t have been older than 6 or 7. She seemed well spoken for her age, at least. The poor thing.. I think her mother was killed by bandits or the like. I tried to figure out where she was from, but she was simply too young to have the knowledge I needed to return her to her home. The recruit offered to foster her, but I did not allow it. If he is to be in the Guard, he needs to focus on that. If there would have been a woman in the village, I think I would have allowed her to stay, but alas, there was no one I thought capable of caring for the girl. I sent Jory off with her to the Caliphate to find her a home there, as I understand that they are often kind to Farfolk. He seemed hesitant to assure me that she had found a home when he returned though, and now I feel quite guilty for not having seen to it myself. If I ever see the girl again, I will make sure she is well cared for.

 

Entry #6

The year is coming to an end. What a year it has been. We nearly went a whole year without conflict, as well, but that has changed. Augustus has brought Oren to war once more, this time over a keep on Amaury lands. It belongs to a group I believe to be called Dunamis. From what I understand, the group had sided with Adria during the Duke’s War and was granted lands to build a keep. Now that the war has ended, though, they refuse to leave Oren lands. I hear the group itself does not boast large numbers, but I suppose they still have old Adrian allies to support them in battle. The whole of Oren’s military will go after them, though, and I am hoping for a quick ending to this situation. I would like to see many years of peace to come, despite the small chance of that actually happening. I hope that if my father does become king, he will keep peace for the Humans. War against other races is terrible, but civil war is worse. Fighting amongst our own weakens us from within, and makes us more vulnerable to other nations. What do I know, though? I’ve never been in battle, never seen a war room being used. I’ve never sat in a council with the king. I suppose my thoughts don’t matter much.

My days grow long and boring in these winter months. Though Summerhall stays surprisingly mild in weather, there isn’t much to do. The rains bring a chill to the air that makes it uncomfortable to be outside. And besides that, I have barely spent a moment alone since I’ve come here. I’ve only left the county a handful of times, and never without a guard. The Honor Guard Rose is often the one to accompany me when the garrison guards are busy. She is kind and respectful, and I enjoy her company. A few days ago, I was out in the fields, helping with the final harvest of the year, when a young girl came running down the roads, followed closely by four Amyas ordermen. Upon seeing her, I knew exactly why they were chasing her. The girls shoulders were exposed, something the Amyas men often chastise women for. They chased her to the edge of the river, where the keep’s walls lay on the other side, and she had no where to go. Rose was with me on a horse, and the guard Carvell as well. I called out for the men to leave her be, and they retorted that she needed to cover herself. I told them the Honor Guard would take care of it, and after some hesitation they agreed to leave. The girl had begun to wander off in the time I was speaking with the ordermen, and I had Rose bring her back to me. I tried to speak with her, but she seemed uninterested. I told her if she had troubles again that she could find refuge here. After living with the ordermen for so long at Peremont, I know they can sometimes be a bit irrational when dealing with people who aren’t keen on listening. I sent her off and continued on with my day.

I’ve spent some time in the library, trying to organize the shelves. It’s some of the only time I have to myself. Augustus has become busy once more, and I see him less and less. I have begun to worry about our chances of having a child. I do not wish to raise his bastard, and for it to end up as the heir. The child stays out of my way, and I pay him no mind, but it still bothers me. I try not to hate him, but until I have a son of my own, his existence is a worry of mine.  I must pray for God to bless me with a child soon.

 

Entry #7

The new year has come and the wind blows cold. Days are quiet here in Summerhall. Some of my family has come to visit and see the keep. My uncle Adrian, his son Denis, and Denis’ wife Klarisse have all come to visit in the past few days. Klarisse is already heavy with pregnancy, and she says it is a terrible time. However, like Emelie, she says it is worth it in the end. Denis and I spoke some about Augustus’ bastard. He assured me that the boy would fade into the background of our lives once I have a son of my own. I confided that I hoped the boy to be sent off to the Church someday. I have never spoken to Augustus of my feelings for the child, and I fear doing so. I do not know how he would react, as I do not really know his feelings for the child. I do not know if he feels love for it. Perhaps once our own son is born, he will be more understanding of my feelings. Until then, I will remain silent in my distaste for the boy.

On the subject of children, I think, and hope, that I may finally be with child. My moods often shift and I feel quite tired much of the time. I have felt some nausea but nothing too terrible as of yet. I pray every day that I give Augustus a son. I must be patient, though, and kind to my body. If I am with child, by the time the harvest season begins I will be unable to travel much. I think the climate of Summerhall will ease the pregnancy though.

 

 

Entry #8

    The weather has begun to change and the wind is not so cold. My body has begun to change as well. Though my stomach has not swollen, I feel nausea often and my mood shift frequently. I crave odd foods and certain smells send me turning. I know now I am with child. It is an odd experience, to say the least. I try to relax but the idleness drives me mad. Some of the guards have accompanied me on rides out into the country but I fear that will have to stop now. There are a handful of keeps but basically no villages. This eastern land is sparsely populated and seemingly wild. In our rides we’ve not seen a single soul. I’ve no idea who holds these keeps and if they are even inhabited since the wars end. I will have to ask Augustus sometime about them.

    I fear I don’t have much to write lately. There’s not much happening.

Entry #9

    The days grow warmer and my belly begins to swell. Harvests have begun and we have started to sell bales of wheat near the carriage stop. A few more people have begun to come to Summerhall in search of a place to live. We have a few small homes left vacant, and we sell them for a small price. We will have to begin to build more homes soon. We have also considered building a tavern for the increased traffic through the county, though such places tend to bring unwanted trouble with them.

    I have not heard much of the war between Oren and the Dunamis group, but I assume things will not escalate as there have been no major signs or preparation or any raiding.

    I have not seen Emelie in some time, and I miss her quite  a bit. I’ve been terribly lonely as of late. With no children or ladies-in-waiting, I have no one to spend my time with. A woman did come into the keep today, seemingly poor and wandering. She seemed intelligent despite her appearance, and spoke with respect. I asked her if she had a home, and she said she did not. I then offered her a position as a handmaiden. She gladly accepted, and I think I may have been as excited as she was. It will be nice to have another woman to speak with. It will also be helpful to have her around when I have the baby.

    I continue to pray for a baby boy. I told Augustus once I was sure that I was pregnant, and he was joyful. He seems to be distracted as of late, and I hope this news brought him some comfort. There is only bad news from the palace as of late, and everyone worries for the King’s health. I fear it is only a matter of time now before the King succumbs to his illness, God rest his soul. I pray for the King’s health as much as my own families.

Entry #10

    Today is a solemn day for Oren. I have just received a bird with news of the King. He has passed, and the kingdom weeps for him. He has joined Camile and Edmond in the Seven Skies. My father will soon ascend to the crown, and the Ashford house will continue it’s glorious reign as monarchs. Sergius will become Duke of Drusco. Augustus and I will remain at Summerhall, and await my father’s will. What will become of old Adria, I do not yet know. People flock to Amaury daily, looking to join the guard or find home here. Felsen is a quiet city now, even so long after the war.

    The Grand Prince of the snow elves came to court recently, assuring Augustus that the Coalition of Southern Vailor sought no wars with Oren. Now with father to become King, we will have to wait and see what becomes of their alliance..

    Sergius and Frederique also came to see me, separately. Sergius brought me a gift from Joachim, a beautiful headpiece. Apparently it’s the latest fashion in court. I wouldn’t know, as I haven’t been to court in nearly 3 elven weeks. Perhaps I will attend more once father is crowned. Frederique came to simply chat with me, and it was nice to see her. I miss having their company more often, but I do not particularly miss the chaos of Peremont. Sergius says he is busy with plans for a city outside the keep.

    So much has been happening these last few days, it’s all a bit overwhelming. I’ve been so often tired with the pregnancy. My belly grows larger as the days go by and I feel unlike my usual self. I still have 5 seeds left until the child is born. I pray for an easy birth. One serving girl said my small frame may make it difficult. I try not to worry, though, as it is said that stress on the mother can be harmful to unborn children.

    I remain restful inside the keep as I await news of my father’s crowning.

Entry #11

    I sat here for a long time, staring at the blank page. I haven’t been able to write anything. The coronation happened, and then the feast, and all was well. We were given a duchy, and Augustus was granted his position as Lord Marshal once more. Everything was going so well. We rode home and in time I went to see Sergius. We spoke for a short time and I went home. Then the trouble began.

    It was quiet around the keep, so I decided to go for a walk. I asked the guard Carvell to join me. I had known this guard for some time, since he was a personal guard to Emelie, and then to Augustus. He came with us to Summerhall when we moved here, and I was glad for a familiar face in those first days. We walked together out towards a small ravine at the edge of the wheat fields. It is a pretty spot there, and I enjoyed it in the evening dusk. Carvell is a quiet man, and respectful, but he does allow me to speak freely with him. We spoke for some time about the freedoms of life, and how they vary. I confided in him how I felt trapped by my life, and his simple words humbled me in my selfishness. Carvell agreed though, that both of our lives have pros and cons to them. Our conversation was cut short, though, when the commander rushed up to us with terrible news. He told me that my father had been attacked in Felsen, and we left immediately.

    I rushed to the palace, as fast as I could go in my pregnant state, and found my father in his bedchamber, accompanied by various men. Sergius was there as well, and I was allowed entry to see the king. He lay in his bed, his chest bandaged where a crossbow bolt had struck him. He was awake and attentive, though. They informed me the assassin and their accomplices had been killed. It was a great weight off me to realize that my dear father would live.

    It wasn’t long though until we received a bird with news that Summerhall had been attacked. Sergius had left to rally men, and did not return for some time. I later learned that there had been a great chase and a skirmish near the Caliphate with the very group of bandits that had been causing trouble lately. Sergius came out successful in this battle, and for that I am proud of him.

    These are turbulent times, it seems. As I further progress into my pregnancy, I will remain here in the safety of Summerhall. At least until the babe is born.

Entry #12

    Writing this now, it seems like years have passed. I have given birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Augustus and I named them Lucius and Eleanore. They are quite the handful. As I lay in bed with a baby in each arm, Augustus came in and marveled at them. He was given a son and I a daughter, it seems. The children spend most days playing in the nursery while I attend to other matters.

    I have been conducting a census this year, trying to get a feel for the population of Summerhall. I would like to start imposing taxes of some sort soon. I have spoken to a couple of the farmers about supplying wheat and other crops, and they all seem to be in agreement with that. Most of the residents of Summerhall have other jobs that occupy their time, so I feel taxes should not be too much of a burden on anyone. Augustus speaks of rebuilding the keep soon.. I do not know why he wants to, honestly, as I quite like the keep as it is. But Augustus will do as he pleases and no one will stop him.

    We have a couple new faces within the keep as well. A couple weeks ago, a man was walking through the area, and I stopped and spoke with him for a bit. His name was Felix, and he told me he was a surgeon for a small settlement near Felsen, often working with holy men. I told him I would speak to Augustus about hiring him on, since our last surgeon had to be dismissed. He is a kind man, and respectful. He seemed very interested, but alas, I never got a chance to mention him to Augustus before he returned the other day. I was speaking with a citizen for the census when he arrived, and I admitted to him that I had not spoken to Augustus about it. However, I decided to hire him into the household anyway, as it is my duty to care for such things anyway. He had arrived with another armor clad man who he said was his nurse. I gave them a room on the upper floors of the keep and for some reason they chose to share the room, which I thought a bit odd, considering there were other rooms available.

    Lady Cassandra also came by to visit soon after, and we spoke for a short time before some men claiming to be of an old noble house showed up. I moved up to the dias and spoke with them. They told me their family was an ancient one, now nearly having died out, from the time of the Teutonic Order. The one who was doing all the talking asked if they could stay with us for some time until they acquired lands. I asked what lands they would take, and he said lands in the North. A peculiar thing, since Lady Staunton was still in the hall. They had a bit of an argument about it before I dismissed Cassandra. I agreed to let them stay with us, and was planning on speaking with Augustus about it, but not five minutes later, an Honor Guard came to me and said they had left as they did not want to wear the uniform. Apparently they expected a set of armor and weapons for only one year’s work. If we gave armor to every person that worked for us for a year, the whole of Lorraine would be walking around in iron!

    Summerhall has been quite the busy place lately. Our Lord Steward departed a few weeks ago, and since then I have basically been acting in his place, as well as managing the household. I am thankful to be kept busy though, as I look back in this journal and am reminded of the days when I had nothing to do but sit in a garden and sew. It seems so far away now, those times of war, where I was often alone. I think I will try to make a trip to the capitol soon to see Emelie.

Entry #13

    I had gone to see Emelie only to find my dearest friend in labor. With some argument, my Uncle Adrian and I convinced her to go upstairs and lay down in the master bedroom. She was having contractions, and said she had been having them for days, but I was worried, as when I had the twins, they came with only a few hours of labor. We finally got her upstairs and into bed and let her rest for some time.

    When I returned to the palace, she was nearly about to have the baby. My father was there by her side, along with a couple others in the room, and an elderly man named Lerin to help birth the baby. The birth itself didn’t take long, and soon after my brother’s came into the room. It was almost strange, having the whole family together. I think perhaps if father wasn’t the king, we would not all have been there. But, alas, it was a little prince. I must say I was a bit irked, as I would have liked a little sister! Father and Emelie decided to name him Ferdinand, which I did not allow to phase me. This little prince will be so much more than Augustus’ bastard will ever amount to. I will not allow the bastard to ruin this.

    As we all stood there, admiring the little prince and chatting, from below I could hear someone else enter the bedroom’s first floor. It was Lady Ceriwyn, and apparently this was still her bedroom. From there, there was quite the little argument and I thought at one point Ceriwyn would have to be escorted out. She was quite upset by the whole thing, and even refered to my family at “you lot” at one point, which I found quite offensive, seeing as how we’re the royal family.

    Eventually she left though, after Emelie’s father shared a few choice words with the woman. Sergius, Joachim, and I all decided to depart at that point, and the Captain of the guard and I rode back to Summerhall. The poor captain.. and Rose and Vladimir too. They lost the commander a few days prior to the birth of the prince. There was a great fight with a drake, and the monks were not able to revive the poor commander. He was Rose and Vlad’s father. I think Rose was hit quite hard by his death. We gave him a nice burial by the small church outside the keep, under a beautiful tree. Curiously, he had another son, Leonide, who is set to replace him as Commander. I will be interested to see how he does in battle, and if he hold up to the standard his father set.

Entry #14

    The days have been quiet around Summerhall. The banditry seems to have settled down somewhat, and the summer months have been quiet. I’ve spent a lot of time with the girls these last couple of weeks. It has been a joy to watch them grow and learn. Little Eleanore is the most rambunctious of the two, and takes most of my energy. Blonde haired and blue eyed like her father, she certainly possesses his spirit.

I suppose I have been in a bit of a depression lately. It came as unexpectedly as the thing that has caused it. The garrison guardsman that I had known for so long suddenly passed away. We had just finished holding court, and everyone had left the hall except for the two of us, when he suddenly collapsed. I went to him and took his helmet off to find blood coming from his mouth. Another guard came in and carried him to the barracks, where he remained mostly unconscious until he  passed into the seven skies. It has struck me more so than I thought it would. There was a letter addressed to me next to his bunk, written in barely legible writing. I remember at one time speaking with Carvell about him learning to read and write, and he expressed his disinterest in the matter, so it was a surprise to see this letter. In it he explained that he had a son that he wished me to assure was taken care of, but very little information about the boy. I still have the letter, and I think I will probably hold onto it for a long time. Carvell, though quiet and often rough around the edges, was a good man. He would have died protecting me given the chance. It was sad to see him go in such a way. He may not be missed by many, but he will be missed by me. A few days later, a boy arrived at the keep, seeking his father. He said he had received a letter from him, asking him to come to Summerhall. The boy, of course, was Carvell’s son. I offered him a place here in our little village, and he chose to become an initiate to the Honor Guard. The boy seems about as stoic as his father, and they look quite similar as well. I do not doubt the boy’s parenthood, but we will have to wait and see if he is as loyal as his late father was.

 

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Character Name: Annabelle de Bar

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Character's name and age: Mariella, 20

Character’s Race: Frost Witch/Human

What magic will you be learning?: Frost Witch

Who will be teaching you?: Sif (Urara)

We live in Hiraeth, the Adunian town. It's in dwarven lands.

Hello! I have been searching for someone to play my young son for some time now with little to no success, so I figured I would try and make a topic here. 

The character is 6 years old, named William Rivers, and is Adunian. I play his mother, Liriel, and we live together with a man who will act as his father figure, as his biological father died when Will was 3. 

I am leaving personality and looks entirely up to the person who plays the character.

If you are interested please let me know! 

Kiri'Gorkil stands against the wall of the chamber, watching as her life mate and Rex passes with a silent, woeful gaze. Her eyes rest on her son, then on the men around the bed. She is unneeded, unnecessary, and unwanted here any longer. She turns, taking a few silent steps from the room, heading out of the palace and through the massive gates of the city. She begins her trek out into the hot desert on foot, the Uzg fading from view behind her.

[[ Kiri will now be inactive. ]]

1) Character's Name

          2) In Game Name: Fuu

          3) Gender: Female

          4) Race: Orc

          5) Age: 7

          6) Reference: http://imgur.com/70Vxtnf,A59Frgx

          7) Anime [ ] or Chibi [ ] sketch

          8) Pose: Any

Out-Of-Character Information

Please do your best to correct spelling and grammatical errors, this is an RP server and writing is the main form of communication!

What’s your Minecraft Account Name?: shannoninks

How old are you?: 22

Are you aware the server is PG-13 (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes

Have you applied to this server before? (Please link all past applications): No

Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes

What’s the rule you agree with the most?: No rape

Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense?(If so we can help clear it up! You will not be denied for having a question on the rules): Not really.

How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: My friend from a different roleplay server plays on here and she made it sound really interesting. 

Definitions

Feel free to Google the answers or browse our forums, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not those of another website or person!

What is roleplaying?: Roleplaying is when someone acts out the life and actions of a character. You act and speak as that character would, holding personal opinion aside to show what the character would do.

What is metagaming?: Metagaming is using knowledge gained outside of rp within rp, often to your own advantage.

What is powergaming?: Powergaming is making your character undefeatable or unkillable.

In-Character Information

Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play.

Character’s name: Liriel 

Character’s gender: Female

Character’s race: Human

Character’s age: 23

Biography  (Please make it a decent two paragraphs long. Remember to add server lore, and events that happened to your character so that they don’t contradict history.): 

Liriel was born and raised in a small village in the wilds, growing up with only her father to take care of her. She found herself wandering the woods more often than she should, thus she feels a strong connection to nature. She has heard stories of magic and wants very badly to learn, but her father never approved of her learning it, or leaving the village for that matter. 

Alas, as she grew older, she grew farther apart from her father, and eventually he had a heart attack and died. She waited around in the village for some time, trying to decide what to do. She spoke to her childhood friend one night, and was convinced to leave the village and travel to Pertus. She begins her journey in the woods, trying to find her way in the world.

Personality Traits: Liriel is curious and brave, but she is cautious as well, taking time to learn things and always being careful with her actions.

Ambitions: Her main ambition is to learn magic and make a life for herself.

Strengths/Talents: A talent of hers would be her ability to lie and to convince people to go her way with things.

Weaknesses/Inabilities: A weakness would be her inability to cook or sew, as she never had a mother growing up.

Appearance (List the extra details of your characters appearance, IE; height & weight): She is 5'4'' tall and she has dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. She has a normal stature and is about 120 lbs. 

Appearance, please provide us a screenshot of your character’s skin (If you need help, see our screenshot guide here):