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The Milner stands ominously in the distance, dreams of liberation for the Sutican citizens reserving all his thought.

The Milner valet gets John’s fancy clothes ready for him.

If magic users can kamehameha me into the next century with fireballs and the other likes, I don’t see why it’s unreasonable for me to start blasting away with my AR-15. My characters will even take gun courses. Or at least flintlock pistols / handcannons, which is an extremely barebones firearm.

Gregore Finnely and company prepare their finest suits to wear for the ball.

im none of the things you listed, but id like to be considered, thx

Pierce would meet alongside others to face Edward in the Seven Skies, a smile on his face as an old friend and ally soon came to greet him.

Pierce would greet the Devereux woman with open arms, alongside his fallen lineage, in the Seven Skies. He’d gently place a kiss on her head as he wrapped his arms around her once more. ”And break, you did not.”

Pierce would be the sickly Father, though, he’d become noticeably still and unresponsive lately.

Pierce would roll over in his bed, perhaps dreaming of parties?

Pierce would miss his Flameforge boys from his slumber.

Pierce would lay in his bed, oblivious to all.

Pierce would dream of human unity from his eternal slumber, an ambition that was long sought after during his administration, but was alas out of reach at every corner, even after his incapacitation.

The sickly King Pierce would lay in his bed, unconscious.

Pierce would be read the news aloud from his bedside, his form unmoving as his dull eyes drifted around. Not a whimper or expression would be seen, yet a lone tear would drift down the man’s cheek, as his thoughts continued to wander.

Declaration of Regency Issued and Confirmed on the 9th of Sun’s Smile, 1737 In light of recent events regarding King Pierce I Devereux’s illness and confinement to bed, a regency council has been appointed amongst his Majesty’s privy council, to govern the state of affairs within the Kingdom of Curonia, until such a time when William II Edward Devereux is of age to ascend to the throne. To head this regency council will be Angelo de Alba of the Ursurian Knights, until such a time for the transition of power to the rightful heir. The Green Tide rises, for we stand as one. Signed, Ser Angelo de Alba, Lord Regent and Grand Knight of Curonia

A King and his Fall [!] The battles had been fought and won, humanity once more unified and glorious in a grand stand against the injustices perpetrated against its kind and kin. For what seemed like a lifetime, Pierce’s existence had been veered towards the betterment of humankind, both of his Kingdom and an Empire with which he wished to bring to the forefront of global presence. Having lived a lifetime of successes and failures in this ambition, this united front, a common goal, a common humanity, had sent waves of pride down Pierce’s body, the brightest of smiles present spread across his countenance. To see humanity finally together, after many years of outright squabble and conflict to salt the wounds of a dying pride, was a joy like none other. A joy short lived. For what stirred in Pierce’s mind after the triumph of victory was polar to his heart and body. His eyes would twitch a moment, before collapsing to his knees, his digits curling into the finer cloth of his tunic, gripping at his chest. The pain shooting throughout the course of his body leaving him short of breath, Pierce would gasp for air, but would not find it. A panic would ensue as he clawed at his chest, begging for a breath. And then...darkness. The King would stir within his bed, a lone servant sitting along his bedside, a glass of water perched at his right along the wooden structure of his bedside cabinet. His breathing short and his body fatigued, he would look about, barely moving his head about his neck, his entire form screaming in pain as he does so. He’d blink begrudgingly, his gaze drifting to that of his servant. The words to escape his lips were brief and quiet, but spoke directly. The servant quickly left the room, leaving Pierce within the confines of his room, his head settling forward as he looked at the ceiling of his palace room. His light blue eyes fixated on nothing in particular as he simply laid in solitude, his mind unable to find the ability to wander as it once had.

Pierce would look with a smile at his growing militia, outfitting each one with standard Curonian arms. “Ave Orenia.” He’d nod in affirmation, preparing for battle.

Pierce would mourn the loss of Mars. Truly, a tragedy. One that shan’t be forgotten.

“I can only hope and pray no other nation faces a disaster to scale with the voidal attack in Curonia, should it, we shall provide plentiful support.” Pierce would retract a fanciful quill from his pouch, signing the document at the bottom.

Pierce watches a new generation of Ironwood rise once more, a look of delight spread across his face.

Pierce begins to prepare his armies to march upon the Orcish lands, sharpening his blade with fierce determination.

Pierce makes plans to attend!

To Our Dearest Allies in the East; An Open Letter to the Earldom of Morsgrad Written and Confirmed by 2nd of Owny’s Flame, 1734 To our dearest allies in the east, I write to the Earldom of Morsgrad with naught but love in my heart for my military brethren by way of the Imperial crown. We regret the misunderstanding of the canonist demesne that has reached your halls. Indeed, it is my hope that one day you may join us within the Imperial realm, so that you may better understand our law and custom. But until the day comes that we become bound not only in alliance but by our common overlord, I shall explain the legality of the transference of titles. Those who still remember the War of Two Emperors shall recall that prior to the war, the House of Merentel was a legal vassal of the Kingdom of Curonia. Indeed, the House of Merentel has been bound by blood and feudal law to the House of Devereux and its predecessors for nearly two centuries. Therein, by restoring the feudal and God given order of the realm, we have established a previously unattainable stability for the Imperial demesne. Like a family, the peers and citizens of the Kingdom of Curonia often feud. The war drove a wedge between the Crown of Curonia and its beloved subjects in the House of Merentel. But as any family, after we fight, we mend our relations, and move forward. Once we accept an individual or group into our fold, we shall fiercely and passionately defend them, by pen or by sword, irregardless of their past transgressions. Though once estranged, the House of Merentel is welcomed with open arms into the fraternal bindings of the Ursus. It is a terrible regret that you have felt the urge to violate and threaten the principles of non aggression that have agreed upon with the Empire in the treaty of Morsgrad of 1721, and reaffirmed in the Pact of the Mountain of 1733. However, the Imperial citizens of Curonia and Eastmark are a passionate and pragmatic people, especially with regards to our fellow man. We understand your misconception of feudal law and your lack of education on our ancient precedents. Therefore, in honor of the Treaty of Morsgrad, we not only forgive your threat to our people, but encourage your to reinvest in the once strong alliance between the Renatians, Norlanders, and Curonians. We open our Kingdom to you and your people, and invite you to feast with us as friends and allies of old. We honor the Peace of Adrian Sarkozic, and we honor you. Will you come reciprocate our honor, and feast as friends and brothers, or will you break your treaty with our Lord Protector, just two months after its enactment? Yours truly, King Pierce Devereux