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  1. Take it easy, Emi. Hope things go well for you!
  2. There was no triumph in capturing the lonely tower, for a grievous toll was exacted upon the besiegers. Albéric too was vexed by the outcome, tending to Ser Sterling in the aftermath. He had come so close to finishing the Vicar himself, only for the necromancer to slip away with merely a cut to tell of their brief encounter. He now patrolled the territory with renewed conviction, eager to root out the festering taint. "Run and cower, darkspawn. Next time, I'll leave you with more than just a mere scratch."
  3. Username: Andustar Persona Name: Marcus Antonius Persona Age: 30 Place of Residence / Street Address: Royal Palace Seat you are running for (ex. The People's seat of Val de Lagne): Val de Lagne [The First People's Seat of Val de Lagne, specifically]
  4. "Elena..." Albéric was no stranger to the loss of comrades. Yet, the death of one so devoted and eager shook him. "One chapter ends, another begins. May you serve dutifully alongside our lord. We shall meet again, someday."
  5. "You were no thug, nor a beast. You're a man, capable of making mistakes like anyone else." Marcus stated plainly, "And we mustn't let our mistakes define us. You may no longer serve as the Knight Commander, but neither shall your efforts and contributions be forgotten." The Prince set aside the missive, "I believe this was the right decision. Now, put your mind towards new ventures, Ser Aimo. I'm certain you'll find your way again."
  6. THE UNTOLD COST The attack had come in the night, homes burning with their occupants scattered in fear. The perpetrators cackled, spilling blood and looting with a keen eye for valuables. In the years since the continental war that had wracked Aevos, an exacting toll fell upon the Commonwealth. There was much to rebuild amid the stricken countryside - a suitable environment for lawlessness and brigands. A peasant tore at the ground with chipped nails, a highwayman dragging him by his hair. He felt the onset of tears as a diminished granary, already pressured by a poor harvest, was pilfered. They threw his body to the dirt; he was weak and malnourished. Dark eyes bore down upon him, and he could do nothing but plead. “Mercy, please! We ain’t got nothin’ to spare!” A wicked smile was the last thing his eyes perceived. The cold bite of steel ran through him, and the darkness embraced him. “Tear this place apart, lads! Leave nothin’ unturned!” The brigands had no concept of mercy but only what they stood to gain. Screams echoed through the night as the massacre continued and flames consumed all. A red sun soon broke across the river valley, revealing nothing but smouldering remains and the stench of death. [!] The noticeboard in Vallagne bore a new bounty. To the Petran People, A band of brigands has taken to plundering outlying villages within our borders. They are emptying granaries, looting valuables and slaughtering the inhabitants. I call upon all able-bodied members of the populace to put their names forward and aid in eliminating these vile men before tragedy strikes another village. Whoever should return with the head of their leader will receive an ample reward of two-hundred minas. SIGNED, HIS HIGHNESS, Marcus Antonius of the Petra HIS EXCELLENCY, Rigoberto de la Cruz Vice-Chancellor of the Petra, Mayor of Vallagne, Headmaster of the Society of the Exalted Horen
  7. A wandering knight prepared his equipment for the trek to Lotusgrad. "Ser Sterling calls for aid. He shall have it."
  8. "It's one thing to rebuke a man for prejudice. But to challenge him to a duel, whilst acknowledging he's a cripple?" A wandering knight read the missive with disdain, recalling the oath he had sworn many moons ago. "Thou shalt constitute thyself the defender of the weak..." - "It appears chivalry truly is dead."
  9. A UNION LONG OVERDUE Dearest friends, family, and citizens of the Commonwealth, His Highness the Archduke of Vallagne, Marcus Antonius, and Her Ladyship, Emeline Josephine, cordially invite you to their devoted union in matrimony. The wedding shall be held within the Chapel of Saint Edmund, to which all peoples of the realm are welcome. Afterwards, a public reception will take place within the city square and tavern. [7PM EST, SATURDAY THE 2ND] Special invites are delivered to the following: Her Majesty, Catherine Arabella, Queen of Petra, and her esteemed pedigree Her Majesty, Renilde Helena, Queen-Emeritus of Petra, and her esteemed pedigree His Royal Highness, Paul Alexander, Duke of Valfeur, and his esteemed pedigree And the people of the Commonwealth His Princely Grace, Alfred Konstanz Barclay, Prince of Sutica, and his esteemed pedigree His Serene Highness, Leon Anton Barclay, Grand Prince of Minitz, and his esteemed pedigree House Barclay And the people of Reinmar and Minitz HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Marcus Antonius of the Petra Archduke of Vallagne, Count of Cantal, Master of the Hunt of the River Court of the Commonwealth HER LADYSHIP, Emeline Josephine Barclay
  10. News travelled swiftly throughout the Canonist realms. The High Pontiff was dead, assassinated by servants of the Deceiver. The common people gossiped, and some even grieved, but none appeared quite as stunned as the wandering hedge knight. Albéric trembled with anger, but never raised his voice. He could have cursed whoever bore the blade 'til daybreak, but why offer them a rhythm to cackle over? He would offer his lamentation in silence; only the heavens above would bear witness. Most would offer their condolences for the death of a holy man, but Albéric would fondly remember his younger brother. The bothersome middle-child with a knack for irritation. If only they could have had one last conversation. There were still matters to discuss. "Another day, perhaps..."
  11. "At long last," Marcus stated, putting aside his sword to focus on domestic matters.
  12. A wandering knight briefly caught sight of the missive, reading its contents. "Someone spends too much time in their mother's basement," he remarked before moving on.
  13. A wandering knight prepared himself for the journey south. His heart swelled with determination, for at last the winged tyrant would be skewered from the skies above.
  14. Prince Marcus of the Petra offered a solemn prayer in memory of Gob. "Small in stature, yet brimming with courage. May his spirit find peace, wherever it may be."
  15. "Frankly, I'd rather cut the heads off both snakes," Prince Marcus remarked upon reading the missive. "If the accusations are true, Aleksandr will receive his dues. But first we stamp out the festering rot that is Veletz, once and for all."
  16. "Fine then. We finish the fight," Prince Marcus declared, retrieving his sword.
  17. ". . ." Albéric stirred as word of her passing reached his ears. "Elena. Cousin." They had been closer in their youth, in spite of the occasional verbal spat. But regardless of what differences manifested in later years, his admiration for her mind remained. Besides that, she was family - someone the wandering knight cared for, albeit in a reserved manner. He felt greater pain still for the Princess' family. For Robyn, Tristan, Caelia and Percival. "Let us pay our respects. We travel to Balian," he stated to his household. @EmiliainWonderland@Tea_Guzzler
  18. "Finally, it is over..." Prince Marcus stated in relief, for now able to put his arms to rest.
  19. "Let's get to it then," Marcus stated firmly, weapons ready. The last days of the war were upon them.
  20. "Whilst I wish for an end to this war, Markus' so-called 'reforms' change nothing. We shall see our campaign through to the end," The other Marcus stated, equipment once again prepared for the upcoming battle.
  21. "Right back to it then," Marcus remarked, preparing himself for the march ahead.
  22. It had been an arduous fight up the cliff-face, but swiftly the Coalition clamped upon Drusco like an iron vice. Prince Marcus of the Petra recalled charging through the breach, and the subsequent collapse of the League's forces. "Gaspard's folly has spelled the death of many. He thought he could strong-arm the kingdoms of men to satiate his ambitions for power. Now he reaps what he has sown..." The young man strode over the field of corpses. Sickened by the overwhelming presence of death, yet his resolve withstood. "Onwards now, for Veletz will fall."
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