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Petition to Receive Knighthood Name (and House if applicable): Edward Arthur Devereux Age: 25 Liege Knight: Ser Wilhelm Karl Devereux Were you a Page?: No Were you a Squire?: No Reason for Knighting: Commander of the Order of Ursus and the levies of House Devereux Potential Liege Lord: Ser Wilhelm Karl Devereux Potential Lands: N/A

EDWARD Arthur Devereux signs the document.

Edward would sign the document.

Edward skims through the document alongside his brother, nods to him and signs it after he does.

The Order of Ursus Mission Statement The Ursurian Order operates in the lands surrounding Pembroke, Arbor, and Curon. Originally established by a contingent of Curonian Knights following the collapse of the Principality of Curon, the Order was created to uphold Curonic virtues, values and culture. As the years have passed, and the Curonic people scattered throughout the land, the Ursurian Order has remained a bastion of Curonic identity, fiercely protecting their people and their values. Alongside it’s militaristic aspects, the Order serves the purpose of gathering beacons of Curonic ideals and uniting them. Knights and Lords who are willing and able, can provide men and funds to the Order as a show of good faith, as well as giving permission for the Order to operate on their lands. They will become allies of the Order and form a camaraderie with them. In return, in times of war, the collective force of the Order will stand with them, in victory or defeat. Members of the Order are trained individuals equipped in full armor, proficient with the sword, the axe and the spear, in conjunction with a shield. They roam the countryside, patrol the villages or act as stationary guards. Regardless of their position, they are tasked to follow a code. The code inside the Order is absolute. Their Code is simple, but requires strict discipline and commitment. They must display absolute loyalty to their Lord and their Commander. They must trust and defend brothers in arms. They must be courageous and sincere. Finally, they must protect the helpless and Curonic values. Members of the Order fighting bandits. Ranks Captain The Captain is the senior-most official of the Order. He is the highest authority within the Order and controls every aspect of the Orders’ affairs. He handles ceremonial promotions, granting of awards, as well as providing the resources for the Order to be well supplied and well maintained. He is assisted by the Masters of Arms. Master of Arms The Master of Arms is an Officer inside the Order. He is a squad leader, commanding troops for missions, patrols and skirmishes. He is in charge of training the Ordermen, as well as informing the Captain about possible promotions and hardware requirements. Above all else, he is the safekeeper of the Code. Man at Arms The Man at Arms is the rank appointed to the experienced members of the Order. These men have experienced the blood, the smoke and the hardships of combat and have prevailed. They are capable of handling tough missions and are sometimes tasked with showing the younger members the ropes. Initiate This rank is given to the newer members of the Order. They undergo rigorous training to strengthen their body and minds and become capable warriors. The missions they get aren’t the hardest, but they ain’t short in danger either. A Man at Arms Requirements To join the Order you must be a Human male of at least sixteen years of age. Upon arrival, you will go through a small trial and if proven capable, you will be welcomed into the Order. Application RP: Name: Age: Reason for Joining: OOC: Username: Discord:

"I, Arthur Grimlee, declare war upon Renatus out of spite for what they have done to my friends. I pledge my full support to Courland and it's allies."

‘You are not truly dead until the ripples you left behind fade away’ It was a morning like any other. The citizens were passing their day by working, talking or simply resting and enjoying the simple pleasures of life inside the city of San Adrian. The sun shone brightly up in the sky, the crystal water echoed audibly throughout the streets as the songs of birds filled the square with a soothing aura. However, one moment is all it takes to ruin everything… The sound of hooves galloping echoed through the streets as the citizens hurriedly made way for riders to pass. They arrived in front of the palace gates, where Demetrios was ordering workers during the process of the repairing of the portcullis. He looked at them, recognising a few like the famous mercenary Henry. He made a motion for the workers to leave, as he stepped forward to them. Demetrios ignored most of their remarks and questions, only responding when necessary. His thoughts were to his wife, held by Lucienist and screaming towards him, tears running down her cheeks while her Lady in Waiting tried to pull her away. Even at this time of hour, he smiled at her and told her to go. He expected they would bring him for questioning. He expected they would humiliate him. He expected an execution. He didn’t get what he expected. He got what he wanted though. Demetrios was raised as a soldier. And he wanted to die as one. Thus, the sound of Norlanders and Frost Beards coming to aid was what liberated him. He sprung forward, his blade clashing against one man’s axe, only to feel a warhammer smashing his side. He turned, only to feel an axe on his body, blood spattering through the air, as he collapsed to the ground, the reinforcements soon falling at the hands of the Orenians. A few minutes later, inside the empty and bloody filled courtyard, Marie, Bishop Solomon, Mariane’a and Archbishop Jack stared at the bloody body of Demetrios. He held Marie’s hand, smiling at her. “Take care of the children…” Demetrios turned to Archbishop Jack, his haf “Take care of my sister…” He then turned to Mariane’a “Tell Gonzalo...i had a good run with him… and take care of your daughter. He looked at Solomon “Thank you...for everything...Father.” He then looked at his wife, before his eyes turned cold and his hand limp, gazing at the sky. His life passed through his eyes, as he remembered everything that had transpired in his life. There were good times… and bad… good people… and not good...yet he cherished them all. But he would miss them...his friends...his family...his loved ones. Demetrios closed his eyes with his wife above him, kissing him one last time. Demetrios Palaiologos of Santegia was now dead. But his legacy would survive. (Yes, this is a PK post. Obviously this was from his side of view. So obviously these are his thoughts but I tried to make it as neutral as possible. So please try to be relevant to RP when you comment. Thank you. I made him during August, a nine year old kid. I honestly didn’t expect to get where I did with him. I enjoyed every step of the way. To my friends and allies, I will miss rping with you dearly. To those who aren’t that, no hard feelings to any of you. I had fun roleplaying with you, even if it didn’t bring my character much joy. With that said, I wish to every player of LOTC good luck with what they do and remember, as one chapter closes, another opens. The story is not over yet.)

Demetrios Palaiologos stood still, grasping the now cold hand of his Father. His face held no emotion, a chilly mask covering what was a maelstrom of feelings. Demetrios didn't have the best relationship with his Father. They were different on many subjects and both accused one another for various things. He did not like how his Father acted after his Mother's death. He did not like his Father's thinking process. He didn't like a few of his Father's friends and comrades. But he was his flesh and blood. He looked up to his Father's strength and courage. He admired that his Father had accomplished so much, turning a barony into a Duchy. He was proud of his Father's achievements. He loved his Father. Demetrios did love his Father. So when he heard his wife, Marie, mutter a single phrase for him and only him to hear, he let a single tear roll down his eye, as he grasped both her's and his Father's hand tighter, muttering to himself and her the same thing. "Farewell ...Father."

I, Demetrios Palaiologos De Savin, Prince of Santegia, Duke of Mystra, Marques of Valencia and Hagios Lothar, Count of Iris, Baron of Aggelokastro, Grandmaster of the Order of the White Stallion, OE, Arch Chancellor of the Kingdom of Santegia and Prince Regent of the Kingdom of Santegia. Do hereby declare that all members of House Keint, including peasants, bannermen and relatives who side with the Rebel Thomas Tarsington Keint are considered rebels. They are stripped of all privileges, ranks and titles in Santegia and all possessions. They are to be captured on sight. Lord Thomas committed murder, lied to court while under an Oath in the name of God, among other charges. House Keint has thus deemed it fit they can declare their own independence. Let this be a warning to all those who follow him. Signed, by the Regent himself in the eyes of God, and by his own Hand, on 5th of Sun’s smile 1638.

We will miss your boots ;-;

The /sing and /debate would be the ones I never known about. Really neat post!

His Grace, Demetrios Palaiologos, Prince of Santegia, Duke of Mystra, Marqués of Valencia and Hagios Lothar, Count of Iris, Baron of AngeloKastro and Akros, Grand Knight of the Order of the White Stallion, Member of the Order of Eminence and Arch Chancellor of the Kingdom of Santegia. Bestows upon Willem Hagelijn, by the Grace of God, the Fiefdom of the Barony of Gelre. Accordingly, he is to enjoy the rights and privileges granted, to have and hold the style of His Lordship, the title and honour of Baron of Gelre, unto him and his lawfully begotten male heirs. Written in witness of God, by the Duke himself signed with his own hand, on the 10th of Sun’s Smile, 1635.

His Grace, Demetrios Palaiologos, Prince of Santegia, Duke of Mystra, Marqués of Valencia and Hagios Lothar, Count of Iris, Baron of AngeloKastro and Akros, Grand Knight of the Order of the White Stallion, Member of the Order of Eminence and Arch Chancellor of the Kingdom of Santegia. Bestows upon Jonathan De Cantwell, by the Grace of God, the Fiefdom of the Barony of Blackwater. Accordingly, he is to enjoy the rights and privileges granted, to have and hold the style of His Lordship, the title and honour of Baron of Blackwater, unto him and his lawfully begotten male heirs. Written in witness of God, by the Duke himself signed with his own hand, on the 1st of Malin’s Welcome, 1635.

Demetrios wonders if he should start getting treatment for his inability at being reasonable.

Accepted! Please come to San Adrian and contact one of the guards to begin.

Demetrios tells Tepah what it is about, saluting the king with teary eyes, as he throws pommels overhead.

OOC: To all those who wanted to join the party. Due to some problems last saturday, it has been moved to Saturday 17th. Crush will edit the post with the new date. Sorry for the inconvience and hope to see you there!

Demetrios nods OOC: +1

Sends a flier to Henrik.

Ser Demetrios Palaiologs stabs his bloodied sword to the ground, kneeling in front of the two honourable men, sending a prayer for them out of respect for their great sacrifice.

We love you too sander!