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Heralds of the White Tower In the times of Vira’ker, the original venture of the Syllar brothers, Canaan acted as a figure within the military, under his eldest brothers Vulnir and Avurak; with the three together at the head their military began to grow into something they took pride in. Though in due time Vira’ker began to falter. Vulnir was lost during his spiritual journey and Avurak was forced to take over, with such events happening in short succession, Canaan’s disappearance came soon after. The two, Vulnir and Canaan, now reunited under their new and proud nation of Ando Alur, had sworn not to be led astray; to defend their new home at any cost. With construction of the White Tower came about the Heralds of the spire. The flames atop the construction of marble ignited and so their supervision of the Principality began. The first of the Heralds, Canaan Syllar, had sworn to his brother and himself to devote the Heralds to the Prince of Ando Alur and follow them without question, and as such their paramount task as the guards of the Prince was now their first and forever ongoing objective. With their task of protecting the Prince came smaller assignments of ridding the countryside of beasts and the likes that would threaten the safety of the Prince. Heralds, as members of the Inquisitors, protect the citizens of Ando Alur in turn, though their primary placement is with their Prince. The only hierarchy within the group consists of the Onyx Herald and the Heralds of the White Tower themselves. Heralds act on assignment of the Lord Inquisitor and the Prince, they seek out the creatures that wish to bring harm to their realm. The safety of the Prince is the most important of objectives for a Herald, the protection of the Crown should never be questioned. Heralds act as members of the Inquisitors and are to follow the directions of the Lord Inquisitor and High Warden, alongside the Onyx Herald. Long may the White Tower stand, and with such the reign of our Prince.

In the olden days of Vira’ker the Syllar brothers stood together; Avurak, Canaan, Vulnir, and Valen constructed something they hadn’t thought of having in quite some time, a home. Although difficult it was living under the watchful eye of the descendants of Krug, they managed for some time. Soon enough the nation was prospering and the ‘ker people were united. Canaan and his brothers did their best to maintain the nation, until Vulnir had gone on a spiritual journey, only to be lost in the process. With the loss of his brother, the now three brothers were left stumbling without the head of state. Avurak and Valen were content with picking up where their eldest brother left off, whereas Canaan went off to find him. His journey began into the wasteland of the desert, the vast dunes and hollowed caves ahead of him. Canaan had hardly prepared himself for the journey however, he found the desert to be very unforgiving, the harsh sun scorching the ground and his skin alike. He sought out refuge within the caves below. The young ‘ker found momentary respite within the caverns, the shade cooled his skin and gave him plenty time to recover, and so he began to make his way out. He swore the entrance was just there, could he have made a wrong turn? He approached the supposed location of the exit, only to find stone in its place. He must’ve lost his way. He began to panic, stumbling throughout the caverns in a desperate search, plunging him deeper into the hollowed depths. His resolve weakened, his will broken by the caverns as he desperately searched in vain, alas it seemed hopeless. Within the week Canaan resurfaced, his rations depleted to nearly nothing. He stood emaciated and feeble, barely able to continue on, but he pushed onward for his brothers. He searched and searched, coming up with nothing. Throughout the years he began to accept his elder brother was gone, lost just as he was; then came the nation of Ando Alur, Canaan hearing rumors of a ‘ker named Vulnir at the head. He immediately made his way to the city, to find the rumors true, his brother at the head of another fine city. Canaan, now reunited with his brother, swore at all costs to never lose sight of him again, and protect him at all costs. As such the younger ‘ker was thus named the first Herald of the White Tower, Canaan of the Hollows.

Petyr Wick remained right beside Nataliya in their room at the Cathalon estate as she recovered, promising himself he'd never leave her side again. His thoughts lingered on why anyone would do this to his wife. The boy king Heinrik trying to kill his aunt who had been nothing but kind to him for reasons of his own making, why? There seemed to be no logic to it, and Petyr doubted he'd ever find any closure in regards to his reasoning. It seemed to him the King wished to be a hateful tyrant for the sake of being one, as if the poor people of the world hadn't already had their fair share of awful men in power. The Wick thought back to his memories in Haense, all full of hate and suffering. Every man born from Haense that he had met sought only to bring harm to him and his family, or cared not if his family was torn apart. Although casted out by King Josef, at least he allowed for them to live in peace and go as they please, this King murders without cause like some lunatic. Petyr prayed that justice would be delivered to the King and that perhaps he and his family could finally live in peace once again. He prayed for the good health of his wife, hoping she might recover soon. Finally he prayed for the people of Haense; perhaps some could be saved of their hateful ways, maybe some weren't hateful in the slightest and he'd only met the worst the Kingdom had to offer. He hoped the latter, and hoped that perhaps a righteous and selfless man would take the throne again in his lifetime.

Little Petyr offered no tears in response to his fathers death, unlike the passing of his mother. He never saw this man as a true father figure, he enjoyed the torment he brought upon his children far too much. What kind of man could bring about such a miserable life for their children? He began to wipe down the blade used against his father. The young Duke thought back on an awful memory of his father, one of many. The boy had hidden a cookie from his father, being given it by a friend, though he knew this would test his fathers temper, so he concealed it to the best of his ability. Nevertheless the elder Petyr discovered the boy had eventually eaten the treat behind his back, beckoning him up to the dais after learning such. Little Petyr obeyed and neared his father, only for Big Petyr to then shove his hand down the boys throat, forcing him to vomit out most of the contents of his stomach, including said cookie. He frowned, wiping harder at the blood that stained the dagger he had been gifted by his mother. He thought back once more to yet another incident involving his father. The young Baruch’s sister, Kamila, had been punished wrongly by Big Petyr, and was placed in the wretched “timeout room”. He confronted his father, begging for forgiveness on behalf of his sister. He was suddenly met with a strike to his face, which offered an audible ‘thwack’. Little Petyr stumbled back at the hit, up against the wall, soon after being pinned there by his father. He did his best to remain silent from then on, if he could. He wiped the blade clean.

Godfric watched on with a blank stare as the young Barbanov girl he had grown to view as a daughter was struck down so swiftly by the Scyflings. All he could do was watch as she lifelessly drifted down the coursing river. The Alimar thought back to the girl that clung to his arm at every occasion and had never failed to bring him a smile, such a fate wasn't meant for her. The many memories of his time with Amelya and his help in her upbringing brought tears to his eyes, his deadpan gaze turned to one of sorrow. Throughout the many losses in his lifetime, the death of Amelya struck him the hardest. Despite her young age Amelya had always been an empathetic girl, ever supportive in every way. At the loss of his father, the one there for him most had been Amelya. She was his family, though not quite in name, she was his daughter above all else. He should have been there with her at Boot Bridge, when she had needed help. Godfric turned to the end of the road, his gaze set on Bralt from across the way. He drew his sword and approached, his own death soon following after Amelya's.

Godfric offered a proud smile at Amelya’s work, “Very well spoken... unlike certain other people...” he’d add the last bit towards no one in particular, except maybe a certain Vyronov.

Godfric, always keeping a watchful eye on his brother from above, stood beside Georg as he realized Otto was reaching his final days. He felt nothing but pride for his brother and the man he had become. He smiled at his every accomplishment and wished nothing but the best for him. He'd cheer alongside Georg after every victory, he'd lament after his defeats. Though Godfric watched Otto begin to slip, his mind ever so alert beginning to make way for his old age; his ever vigilant gaze on the other Alimar remained, to the end of his days he watched, waiting for him to make his way back to them. His thoughts drifted back to his final years with his brothers, the stress of the war took their toll on each of them, but no matter the obstacle, they had each other. Godfric knew at the end of every day who would be there for him, his mind eased when he thought of his three brothers. He had traveled so far beyond with Georg and Josef, but it had felt as though they were still beside Otto every step of the way. Godfric reflected on his own final day, his last thoughts were only of his brothers, his life wasn't quite so complete without them. He felt sympathy for his estranged brother, wondering what must have gone through his mind for him to slip, for he had lived a whole other lifetime without them. Regardless of the wait, he stood by with his brother, and upon the arrival of Otto to the divine, he brought him into an embrace along with Georg. He had waited so long to hold his brother again. Tears of sorrow at his departure from the world, tears of joy at their reunion, both filled his eyes. It seemed as though their hold on Otto lasted a decade, it still did not seem enough. "We've got you, brother."

Godfric would nod in approval!

Godfric sobs “Please don’t make me go to court, they’ll make me stand there for like five hours.”

Godfric frowned as another Alimar was lost from the world. He never thought the last conversation he’d have with Maya would be over yet another death, he only wished the best for his cousin in life and knew she did not deserve such a fate, but the world was cruel and unfair. Haense suffered a significant loss with the death of their greatest Queen, her many accomplishments would not be forgotten. Tears ran down the Alimar’s face as he sat silently in his manor, he hoped she would be happier in the Seven Skies. ”Rest well, Maya.”

Godfric sobs.

“What a fuckin’ *******.” Godfric would remark in regards to the Kraken as he set up base camp alongside his good friend Alaric Stafyr, “Gonna have a word with those Vanirs when we get back home and tell them to wrangle that sea they claim to own.”

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RP Name: Prince Godfric Alimar MC Username: NJBB Discord: NJBB#9539 What Nation Are You Affliated With?: Haense Why Do You Wish To Come?: Godfric simply comes along to accompany his brother, Prince Georg, in his academic efforts to ensure he isn’t harmed! Ooc’ly I’d like to come along because I’d like to see Athera again, I joined during it but was only able to experience it for about a month before the map changed. Think it’d be nice to see it again. What Skills Can You Bring?: Some knowledge of the land, and soldiering business for Haense!

“I think this person hates colored people.” says Godfric

Yuri returns the well wishes to his opponent. ”Vote for a voice for our values, vote for Yuri.”

A VOICE FOR OUR VALUES, FORGING FORWARD FOR HAENSE To the great people of Haense, I am YURI KOVACHEV and I’m running for the Imperial Senate. Before you come to vote in this election, let me take this time to share my views as to why I seek to represent you in the Imperial Senate. Firstly, I know what it is like to build from the ground up. I won’t hide the fact that my family, born within the ancient heritage of this kingdom, had fallen from grace in the War of Two Emperors. Today, I stand in this election to show the benevolence and greatness of Haense, the opportunity that it brings, and the hope that I have. I have returned here in this land to rebuild the foundation of my family. We have moved in and we have worked to increase the defenses and security of this realm during this time of war. I know what it means to have to earn merit from the bottom. I walk up and down the streets of New Reza and see the bounty of what a good, hardworking, and strong society that is Haense. This war has shown the greatness that a united people can do to stand against evil, corruption, and barbarity. We cannot shirk our responsibility as partners with our friends across the Empire. That is why I offer myself to represent and work with ALL people. JOBS Firstly, we need to build from the work already being done so that we may perfect a good and abundant society of opportunities. Here is my three-point plan: – That is why we need to develop and establish a provincial Job Registry so that people can easily find work. – Charter the creation of nobility-led and Haense-led guilds to further our business and increase our production to trade across the Empire as the envy of all entrepreneurship. – Promote trade partnerships to have Haense goods across the Empire. – Increasing more workers and putting Haense labor guilds in the Imperial directory to hire more Haensemen SECURITY Secondly, security and safety are another primary concern of all people in our realm. That is why I will address what I am doing and seek to lay out if elected: – I stand by the need to ensure that the Brotherhood of Saint Karl maintains its distinct place in our ranks as the primary bulwark against all dangers and enemies in Haense. – Support the creation of forts and working with our allies to counter the increasing banditry and barbarism that hurts our children and civilians PROSPERITY Thirdly, we need to do our part to further collaboration and our commitment as a bountiful and ever-prosperous kingdom. That is why, if elected, I plan the following: – Pass a bill to broaden access to food and sustenance. Too many people do not have food on their dinner tables! It is time to right this wrong by designating one day every saint’s week in all major cities in Oren to provide sustenance to those who need it most. – Designate an office in the Imperial Department of Foreign Affairs that builds on the work of keeping up with vassals and ensuring their welfare and prosperity. CANAL The divisiveness of the canal must end and I pledge in my campaign to stop the uncertainty. – If elected, I will work with the Department of Internal Affairs to cease the halting of the canal and have the portions dug up to be filled. Let us return to normalcy and allow for those that live on the land to have peace of mind. We cannot afford to drag out anymore uncertainty and debate the canal’s fate. I am committed to creating new ideals, new plans, and a new start for our people. We cannot continue to play on the divisiveness that has caused ravaged and warfare for too long. I believe that the Haeseni people deserve what is best for their future. A future of peace, cooperation, and stability is a path I wish to bring us on. KOVACHEV FOR IMPERIAL SENATE -1746-

Yuri dons his bullet proof vest while preparing for the event.

KOVACHEV FOR IMPERIAL SENATE -1746- Fellow Haensemen, I am Yuri Kovachev and I am running for the Imperial Senate. My campaign is a campaign for all of our people. My heritage rests with the early history of our kingdom where my ancestors served in unison with Haense for our prosperity and benefit. When it was in Eighteen Years’ War, my ancestor Jan Kovachev was a renowned general for Oren. In the Battle of Riga, House Kovachev stood up in arms to face against enemies of the Empire. In these times of strife and uncertainty, I am offering my service to represent the great, industrious, and honorable families of our kingdom in the Senate. Furthering my commitment to do what is right and just as my family name has always done, I am seeking your support to move forward with me to dedicate a new era of greatness for all to enjoy. Let me explain my beliefs and what I support: – Increasing our security: Defense and security are a major priority to me. In this campaign, I am committed to ensuring that laws and authority are used to help repel all threats, foreign and domestic. Our armies and our cooperation throughout the entire Empire is a vital part in ensuring defense and security for all. – Promoting jobs and employment: Our citizens deserve the best from the rich economy of our land. I am committing my campaign to ensure that Haensemen find work through new initiatives such as building more markets, uplifting our guilds, and policies to promote Haense’s goods. – A bill to feed our families: To encourage growth and wellness in our peoples lives, I believe in proposing a bill to provide food and nourishment every saint’s week in our major cities. From our Haeseni Harvest Initiative, it is important that we promote this virtue to our Empire, bringing work for our farmers and food to each household table in Oren. A voice for our values Vote Yuri Kovachev

SURNAME: Kovachev FIRST NAME: Yuri ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Kingsway II DATE OF BIRTH: 1726 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the province of Haense?: Yes Do you have any other title, peerage or public service that may conflict with becoming an Imperial Senator, as per the Edict of Establishment (1736) or Edict of Election (1736)?: No If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the Imperial Senate, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes ((MC NAME)): NJBB

Godfric stares off into space at the mention of the death of Ester, remaining silent on the matter he would make his journey home, hoping for a good place to be alone.

what’s ur MOS

“Real warrior prince hours.” says Sergei to the REAL Baron of Kraken’s Watch, Britannus.

Godfric nods along as he pretended to skim the address, he’d give a thumbs up despite not being able to read a single word.