KIIWIKILLA

Full Name: Marius Karl Baruch

Year of Birth: 1631

City of Primary Residency: Markev

((MC Name: KIIWIKILLA

Sighs after receiving news of his Aldrik's passing. He takes a seat in the chapel in Greyguard Hold, saying a short prayer for his father before packing his horse to head to the capital to inform the King of Aldrik's death.

Very friendly and helpful, would be a great addition to the ET. +1

MC Name: KIIWIKILLA

RP Name: Marius Karl Baruch

Nation: Haense

Age: 32

7 hours ago, GildedDuke said:

House of Kovachev is renowned as the second greatest House of the Highlands

A man scoffs as his eyes drift across this sentence. "Tell his Majesty he will have to widen the doors to the Palace so that these Kovachevs can get their heads in!"

‘Ello people o’ Markev. I’m Marius o’ House Baruch. My family ‘as done much for this great city an’ Kingdom, bu’ I feel tha’ our contributions can be increased. Consequently I wish to serve in His Royal Majesty's administration where I can use my past experiences to officially do good in the Kingdom as a whole. As my grandfather, Otto, once said, ‘a prosperous capital leads to a prosperous nation’. I intend to do good by all people in the city, both high an’ low born an’ create a decent sustainable environment for those existing an’ those that are yet to be born. 

In regards to the safety of our capital, I would work closely with the Royal Army to increase the amount of patrols and checkpoints around the city. Many people living outside the city walls have expressed concerns that their land and homes are not as well protected as those living within the walls and so I would personally see to it that those places are well patrolled. In addition to that, with my families position within the nobility of the realm and with our allies, we can use our own followers to bolster the numbers in the patrols carried out by our glorious Royal Army. 

As I previously said, a prosperous capital leads to a prosperous nation. My main aim is to tailor our economy into a self sustainable powerhouse that leaves no single person behind. My first course of action would be taking the large farms around the city into state control. By doing this, we can ensure that the wheat coming into our city is not at a competitive rate and so no one will be left without food. In addition to that, I intend to construct various state-owned bakeries and slaughterhouses around the city to ensure that the raw food sources that enter the city can then be manufactured into proper foods. With the opening of such factories will bring an increase in jobs, and therefore more money circulating in our economy which will allow for growth at a controlled rate. While economic booms seem good, they can end abruptly and should the state be unprepared then the city and its administration would be faced with huge consequence.
I know what many of you are thinking: That the state will take control of the farms and factories and reap the benefits of the seeds the workers sow. This is not the case! Once the farms and factories are running efficiently, the state will hold an auction where the state owned businesses will be sold to private investors. By following my suggestion, the administration can tailor and cultivate our economy into something that they will look back on in the future and try to replicate, as well as allow for a competitive market to be formed!

VOTE MARIUS FOR THE MARIUS’D HAENSE!

((The first 4 relevant questions posted will be answered shortly))
 

Marius Baruch announces his intention to run. 

Very nice very good +1

Marius Baruch raises a tankard to his sister and brother-in-law with his brothers and father. "It was a fine affair today." He looks across the way to offer his sister a smile and a wave, before returning to drink and conversation.

A mind at peace

The Baruch family moments after Count Otto’s death.

In Saint’s Rest, Count Otto Baruch’s family gathered around his bed, awaiting the certain departure of their patriarch and loving family member. It was early in the afternoon when Otto was discovered in the crypts by his son and heir, Aldrik, crying and shouting at the tomb of his late daughter, Astrid. It had been days since Otto had been seen; it now being presumed that he had been in the crypts for that duration.  “Who are ye?” Otto questioned as he noticed Aldrik approach him. “Why are ye ‘ere? Get out!” He rose, going to reach for his blade that Aldrik had previously removed for the dying man’s own protection. “It’s me, Papej, Aldrik.” He replied with a calm tone, trying to ease the withering man’s paranoia. “Ah don’ know an Aldrik.” He attempts to run past his son, and up the staircase before falling as a consequence of his frailty. 
After a number of hours Otto’s remaining family members return to their home, accompanied by the Archbishop Jack Amador. “Astrid!” Otto exclaims when his grand-daughter, Erika enters his chamber to say her goodbyes to her grandfather. He grabs her hand, attempting to pull Erika in to wholeheartedly embrace her, but finds himself too weak to even move the small girl. The confused and withered man then looks to his son, Aldrik, a warm smile etching itself into his face. “Papa, it ‘as been a while. Where ‘ave ye been, an’ where is Uncle Hughes? Sigmar an’ I ‘ave been worried ye wouldn’ return.” He reaches out to take who he thought was his late father’s hand. “When ah’m Count, ah ‘ope to ‘ave an advisor as loyal and trusting as Hughes. Per’aps it may even be Sigmar.” He chuckles, but the hallucinogenic amusement is short-lived; the aged man losing his breath and trail of thought. His head sinking back into the pillows and his condition catching up with his mind. The dying man then slips back into a heavy sleep, awaking later to find only himself and Aldrik in his chamber.
“Aldrik.” 
“Papej.” It had been months since the Count had even recognised his own son, let alone remembered his name. The shock stuck in Aldrik’s throat as he attempted to converse with his father. 
“Ah’ve many regrets in my life, lad. Allowing ye Uncle Sigmar to hand himself to the executioner being one o’ them. Bu’ you-” He interupts himself, coughing up a ball of green and crimson phlegm. “You ‘ave proved tha’ although ah may ‘ave regrets, ah did still manage to do right by one thing.” He takes his sons hand, a droplet exiting his tear duct and rolling down his wrinkled cheek. “My time is near, Aldrik. Yer best remind the children of me.” He smiles. “Especially Erika. She is almost identical to yer sister.”
“Would ye like me to fetch the rest of them?”
Otto nods, waving his hand for his son to move and collect his family. Several minutes pass, and the Baruch family return to the Count’s chambers. Tears and cries escape the mouths of the family, after finding that in those few minutes, the Count had finally taken his last breath. A smirk, etched on his face, and the traditional whalebone coronet of House Baruch held in his hand.
After taking a few moments to regather themselves and prepare for what was to come, Tatiana Sarkozic, Otto’s remaining daughter placed the coronet on her brothers head. Those in the room dip their head to their new Count. 

On the 13th of Snow’s Maiden 1640, Otto Marius Baruch, Count of Ayr took his last breath.
Aldrik Baruch then took the path back to Alban; a path he had frequently used but this time the journey felt longer. He entered the Palace as he had always done, only this time not as Ser Aldrik Baruch, but as Count Aldrik of Ayr. 

Long live Count Otto, Long live Count Aldrik.

((Just as a disclaimer for anyone reading and not fully following. Otto had been suffering with dementia and had returned mentally to his youth.))
 

Upon hearing the news, Otto retreats to his chamber. He lights a candle for his daughter and her family, before penning a letter to his steward, Ahryn.

"Go to what is left of Castle de Beaumont, and collect the remains of my daughter and her family. Astrid must finally come home." The paper is dotted with water marks; an indication of Otto's upset at the loss of his daughter and grandchildren.

+1 a great guy all round

Otto is brought the news from his son, Aldrik, the King's former squire. He lets out a sigh, "Are yer alirigh', Aldrik? Ah know ye were fond of 'im." His son nods. "He was a good man, loved by 'is subjects. It's a great shame tha' 'is death came so early. Light a candle for 'im in the chapel." As his son leaves his chamber, Otto sinks into his bed, reminiscing about the times he had interacted with the late King. "A great shame." He says, as he slips back into unconsciousness. 

+1 top girl 

"Somethin' tha' was much needed in these 'arsh times." Comments Otto.

8 minutes ago, Jakesimonson said:

Franz scratches the back of his neck, having literally no idea who this guy is

 

 

Otto scratches his neck, having lived in the north his entire life but having no idea where this Kovachev has came from

6 minutes ago, Slothtastic said:

"They murdered a child?" Asked a Highlander Man. 

 

 

"Aye, a child of only 8 who had went to court to sue for peace." Says Otto.

For too long has this false man of Kovac sat proudly in a chair that he did not belong in. Franz ‘the false’ Kovachev has far too frequently provoked and attacked those who the true House of Kovachev consider to be long standing friends, and who they have worked tirelessly to assist in multiple continents. We, the House of Baruch have felt the weight of holding a man far too high from his station for too long, and it is time to return him to the dirt where he belongs to twist and writhe in the mud; dirtying his appearance to match his disgusting reputation.

After considerable discussion, we the House of Baruch, Counts of Ayr, do hereby cede from this false Kovachev, claiming independence and taking the County of Ayr from the lands held beneath Franz Josef. We do not recognise him as a legitimate and fair overlord, and so he does not deserve the prestige obtained from having the County of Ayr in his control. In addition to this, we hereby press our claim on the County of Istria as the closest legitimate heirs to the land. A land that is ours by right, but its succession was overlooked because the false Kovac looked at us unfavourably without reason. We refuse to serve a man who puts his own whims before the laws of succession, and promise to rid him from the land.

Sigmar Baruch returns to Ayr aboard his ship, ready to join his brother in the war to come.

We, the House of Baruch, extend our deepest condolences as the loss of its young Lord. A child of only eight years old, murdered for being unable to pay the ridiculous demands of this Mad King of Staunton. A man who is without need of a mere 7000 minas, who demanded it only for his personal greed and desire to stomp on those that serve him. A man who murders a child without trial is not fit to wear the crown of a King. The duty of a King is to uphold the laws of the land and protect his people from malpractices but this madman has refused to let the law take its course on more than one occasion.

The House of Baruch declares its wholehearted support to its allies, the House of Ruthern, and declares war against the tyranny of the mad King Staunton and the false Duke Kovachev.

Courlanda Delenda Est

By the grace of God

The Right Honourable, Otto of House Baruch, Count of Ayr and

Istria, Baron of Voron, Lord of Dachau and Saint’s Rest.

His Lordship, John of House Pasquier, Baron of Laval and

Riveryn.

3 minutes ago, Glocky18 said:

Roswells have a County

"A County they named after a Duchy. Surely if they were to be given a County, they would name it Pompourelia - the county that was first given to the house's founder, Arthur?" says a man.

5 minutes ago, Glocky18 said:

Baron of Hagios Lothar

"Hopefully this one lasts longer than Nikae." remarks the same man

5 minutes ago, Glocky18 said:

 

"Too many words from a man who holds no titles" Romanos would say with a smirk.

 

"That's funny, coming from a man with no titles" Comments an ageing man. "Even the false Roswells got a Duchy."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IS6n2Hx9Ykk

As the pair approached the battlefield, they were prepared and strong. The Lord, Eirik Baruch, and his uncle, Lord Hughes Pasquier, made a ritual of being together before battle in case one of them should fall. As the Courlanders and the Mardonic forces lined up, they stood together. They had eyed their enemy and realised that their numbers were less than their foe, yet they stood proud and ready; they knew that this battle would be victory or death.

The Hanseti loyalists beside the Mardonians.

When the battle commenced, the pair stayed close; fighting back to back, both prepared to give their life for the others. They slashed their way to a bridge, passing corpses from both sides. That was when the fire came - the Courlandic forces had managed to cover much of the bridge in flames making it impossible to pass over, and the smoke was so thick that no one could see anything. It was at that point that the pair separated. Desperately trying to catch glimpse of light, Lord Eirik moved away; flailing his axe around in a weak attempt to defend himself and clear a path. At first he could only feel a slight damp in his boots, but he soon realised that water had filled most of his lower armour. He tried to turn back, but the soaked mud moved beneath his feet and it slowly carried him deeper into the river. The man was no stranger to water, having spent most of his life on board a ship, but this scared him. The weight of his armour made it impossible for him to swim effectively, with each stride just knocking more air out of him. Air that he would need to retain if he were to survive underwater long enough to remove enough armour to emerge on the surface. As his lips dipped under the surface, he caught glimpse of his uncle rushing into the water in an attempt to drag him out. Lord Hughes knelt and extended his hand, but it was too late. Eirik’s head was now fully submerged and he was floating effortlessly towards the bottom.

The now aged Lord Hughes slapped the water in both anger and despair. His nephew’s long and inevitable death pained him, but he did not have time to grieve. He was driven to almost madness, trying as hard as humanly possible to reach for his nephew. But even war does not spare those trying to save family, as Hughes felt a sudden pain in his collar bone. His eyes would widen, and he’d glance down to find an arrowhead tearing through his skin. His mouth fell ajar; a trickle of blood falling from his lips onto his surcoat, turning the yellow orange. He fell forward, the water filling his mouth whilst the ground carried him to the same fate of his nephew just seconds before. As the elderly Lord submerged, his still outstretched arm felt a hand. Closing his digits, Lord Hughes realised it was Eirik. Knowing that there was no chance of survival he pushed upwards, submerging himself further to be on par with his nephew. He held Eirk close, the memories of many happy days rushing through his mind. As they shared in each other’s embrace, the darkness of the deep opened up, as if a great pair of jaws had swallowed them into the depths.

Both men had died as they had lived. Lord Eirik in water, and Lord Hughes protecting his family.

“Protect your family, Eirik, for one day you will need them to protect you.”

Lord Hughes to Eirik after the birth of his son, Otto.

(This is a joint PK post)

The Wolf and the Stag

Crowds gathered on the fields of Rytsburg to welcome their new Lady home.

On the 12th of Sun's Smile 1603, after much preparation, the houses of Vyronov and Baruch joined. The young Baron of Rytsburg had chosen his bride, and he had chosen well. The young Katherine of Ayr had been an excellent match - her experiences on the harsh Haensetic coast had made her suitable for a more relaxed, though still difficult, life on farmland. It had been almost a century since the Vyronov-Baruch friendship had started, and it was now solidified in marriage. It had been in the youths of Lerald Vyronov and Marius Baruch, the founders of both houses, that the friendship had came to fruition - the pair spending extensive time together in the court of Duke John of Carnatia during the Eighteen Years’ war.

The Lady Katherine’s family were among the first to arrive in the St Karlsburg cathedral. Lord Eirik and his uncle Lord Hughes took their seats at the front, flanked by their children and Lord Eirik's brother, Harold. Shortly after the Baruch and Pasquier families were seated, the family of the groom entered. The elderly Lothor Vyronov and his niece, Grisleda, lead their entourage to the front of the cathedral and took their places opposite the Baruchs, before Archbishop Rory Othaman lead the other onlookers and Haensetic nobility to their seats behind the respected families of those being wed.

At mid afternoon on the 12th of Sun’s Smile, Katherine Baruch became Baroness Katherine Vyronov of Rytsburg, and alas the two houses were joined in blood as well as arms.

"I wonder if murdering those Courlandic soldiers counts towards the initiation." Eirik wonders, as he spits our a piece of whale fat that he has previously been chewing. 

Eirik lights a candle in the chapel of Voron to mark the passing of a much loved Highlander.