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Frederick Aurelian patiently waits for Stassion to get blamed for Adrian 'the Weak' being incapable at holding onto a woman. He would begin to pen a letter as any 81-year old eligible bachelor would, it starts with 'To Her Royal Majesty Andromeda' he would write with a grin.

AN INNOCENT’S JUSTICE Anno Domini 1948 A PROMISE OF A DEBT TO BE REPAID A THOUSANDFOLD P R O M I S S I O R E D D E R E D E B I T V M M I L L I E S "Let his death go not in vain, blood must be repaid with blood.” Richard Stassion to his Council ☩ TO THE GOOD FOLK OF THE HEARTLANDS, The unfortunate news of the recent murder of Louis Dresnay, a teenager, a brother, a son, a member of Stassion, a citizen of Aaun. The fact that a teenager entered Haense with no threats, physical nor verbal but as a simple young man to attend the Haense Court with a childish joke as children do. To only be then murdered by the weak-minded King of Haense. The same King who proclaims to be a pious and well-worth King, to slaughter a child in the midst of his barren court and then blame his murder on a possible plot from Heartlanders. But let it be known, this act of unjust violence will not go unnoticed nor will it be forgotten so easily as it is done within the lands off the Highlanders. Louis was not just a member of Stassion but friends among many within the Heartlands, from our neighbors in Drusco to the city of Winburgh and more. As a teenager would never be a threat to those with proper thinking and common sense. There seems to be a lack of proper thinking and common sense within Haense. If our hate must stray away from the degenerates of Balian to the child-murderers of Haense, then so be it. Stassion will not stoop to the levels of killing women or children, but understand this clearly, and individuals who defend the Kingdom of Haense let it be through allegiances or through the bearing of their tabards or weapons will face justly revenge. Blood for Blood. IN NOMINE LEONIS HIS HIGHNESS, Richard Leonus, Prince of Providentia Margrave of Stassion, Baron of Renzfeld, Lord of Fredericksburg, Protector of the Western Marches HER HIGHNESS, Ottavia of Pompourelia, Princess-Consort of Providentia, Margravine-Consort of Stassion, Baroness-Consort of Renzfeld, Lady of Fredericksburg HIS HIGHNESS, Frederick Aurelian HIS EXCELLENCY, Sir Lorenço de Savin, Castellan of Stassion HIS EXCELLENCY, Sir Philip Stassion, Commander of the Stassion Company

Frederick smiles upon seeing Louis Dresnay with his men to his side coming closer to him "For new beginnings, for more growth." He'd say to himself as he welcomes Louis with open arms

Not officially part of this group, but I have done a lot of RP with them. They are an extremely large community and completely deserve getting their own realm setup. Would create great RP for the whole server.

Frederick Aurelian would be cheering as he would dump all of Vivienne's clothes outside the castle "She is finally out! About time!" Shouting would be heard from the background "Father, she still has nearly two years before the wedding occurs!"

Frederick Aurelian would be sitting in the Feast Hall having a conversation with the Count @Timer "Ill-spawn! Quite ironic for a doomed man to say. Stassion will be coming and with it Valogne and Pompourelia!" he would chuckle.

Frederick Aurelian would be standing at the front Castle Aurelian before seeing figures coming from the distance, he would then shout "The Sarkozic's of Pompourelia have arrived." he would state with grin on his face.

"May Baron Rickard as he has done so already in his lands, but with it grow his lands and uphold his duties as not just a Knight but now Baron!"

ON THE NAMING OF STASSION Issued and confirmed by, THE PATRIARCH OF STASSION Anno Domini 1943 TO ANY INTERESTED PARTY, It has come to our attention that not only the Ferryman but many others have voiced their issue on aspects of Orenia and Novellen, and have listed the Kingdom of Aaun in the same standards as off Balian. To have seen the comparison of our own noble estate being placed on the same standing as those who reside in and lead Balian made us recognize the standards in which many have viewed us. Let it be known that Stassion does not claim anything related to Oren and has no intention to follow or create such. Our history may be related to the former Kingdom but the beliefs and the culture that are connected to such an entity are not something that Stassion will even consider to entertain. We shall not stoop to the levels of the degenerate leaders of Balian to contest for Orenia nor do we wish to claim to be called Novellen, knowing that we can be considered to have any relation to such pigs. THEREFORE, LET IT BE KNOWN: I — We do formally announce, as the mainline of the House of Novellen, that from this day henceforth the name shall be defunct and destroyed. Just as our ancestors of the House of Horen before us once did, we now lay the name to rest, to be confined to the pages of history. II — We do formally announce that, although our household is derived from the House of Novellen, we will be recognized as The House of Stassion. Like the Novellens before us, we too shall take the name of our ancestral palace, Stassion, from which our household originates. While we will accept that our ancestors were of the House of Novellen, we do hereby promulgate that generation of Frederick Aurelian and onward will bear the name of Stassion. III — We do formally announce that any who wish to continue to claim the name of Novellen, such as Adrian ‘the Weak’, shall be seen as nothing more than pretenders. We do hereby denounce any claim to the name Novellen and will regard any who attempt to do so as pigs worthy of the slaughter. We further announce that we will also join with those who believe that repercussions are necessary. To a personal message to Adrian ‘the Weak’ and any of those who wish to follow, claim what you wish. Stay in your keep with the guards which you count on but a single hand. If you wish to continue to insult us as you have done countless times. If that is the route you wish to take, let it be known. Stassion will be coming. IN NOMINE LEONIS HIS HIGHNESS, Prince Richard Leonus, Patriarch of Stassion HIS HIGHNESS, Frederick Aurelian Stassion

HUNT: RIVER BEAST Issued and confirmed by, THE MARGRAVIATE OF STASSION 13th of Sigismund's End, 1942 TO THE NOBLE AND VALIANT, There have been reports within the Stassion Company of a river beast located between the river of the Margraviate of Stassion and Duchy of Stran, and with it the river beast has been causing havoc to local fishers, destroying many boats and have maimed a few of our denizens. The reports off this river beast and a few sightings by soldiers within the Stassion Company have allowed us to provide a sketch as shown below of such beast A sketch by renowned Stassion artist ‘Segami Elgoog’ With the knowledge of such a beast within our waters and land, we call upon a hunt. In which we invite any valiant and like-minded individuals to help us in the removal of such a beast that ravages the rivers, and to protect those whose livelihoods depend on the river as a food and economic source. Location: Starts at Stassion (Lowlands Pillar from CT) Date & Time: 24th September - Sunday at 3PM EST IN NOMINE LEONIS HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Frederick Aurelian Novellen, King-Emeritus of Oren

THE FEAST OF UNITY Issued and confirmed by, THE MARGRAVIATE OF STASSION On the 8th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1942 TO OUR ALLIES AND FRIENDS, Upon recent news of the alliance between the League of Veletz and the Kingdom of Aaun, the Margraviate of Stassion wishes to host a feast of new friendships that may prosper and be long-lasting. With the Margraviate being the closest bordering land within the Kingdom of Aaun to Veletz, we wish to formally invite all nobles and denizens of Veletz to the lands of Stassion. We wish to invite everyone to a hearty feast of endless provisions of our local food and liquor in which you all may enjoy and feast to your endless desire. Please join us in a feast, which will be hosted on the premises of Castle Aurelian and our town, Fredericksburg within the Margraviate of Stassion. The Margraviate of Stassion wishes to invite the leaders, their respective lords and ladies, and citizens from: League of Veletz, and the Kingdom of Aaun. To the League of Veletz, we formally invite: His Grace, the Captain-General of the League of Veletz, Duke of Middelan, Count of Sonlach and Rivigrenz, Germanicus van Aert His Grace, the Duke of Blackvale, Count of Pestilles, Valentin van Aert @Vermy His Grace, the Duke of Adria, Count of Aldersberg, Markus Sarkozic @Nooblius The Most Honorable, Margrave of Drusco, Count of Metina, Lucien de Rouen @subatomic The Most Honorable, Margrave of Verbant, Fedor Vilac @Evrocentrik His Lordship, the Lord of Fort Breakwater, Caius Mareno @Mickaelhz His Lordship, the Baron of Reyne, John Reyne @Milenkhov His Lordship, the Baron of Harlingen, Manus de Ruyter @Capace His Eulership, the Euler of Eulersburg, Jan Euler @SonOfTheSaviour Sir Peter of House Montalt Hans of House Suzecht @persz The denizens of the League of Veletz To the Kingdom of Aaun, we formally invite: His Royal Majesty, the King of Aaun and Prince of Alstion, Edmund Alexander @Caranthir_ Her Royal Majesty, the Queen-Mother, Adela of High Peak @ncarr Her Royal Majesty, the Queen-Dowager, Edith of Reinmar @EnderMaiashiro The Royal Members of House Alstion The Regency Council of the Kingdom of Aaun His Serene Highness, Grand Prince of Minitz, Ferdinand Barclay @PeterPumpkinEater His Highness, the Prince of Merryweather, Heinrich II Alstreim @Olox_ His Highness, the Prince of Beaufort, Gawyn Tiber @ferdaboy His Grace, the Duke of Stran, Ser Istvan Matyas Ivanovich @Wavey His Lordship, the Margrave of Haute-Epine, Louis-Olivier de Rosius His Lordship, the Margrave of Velen, Siegmund Otto von Reuss @Timer His Lordship, the Count of Warsovia, Waclaw Jazloviecki @ratlordmagic His Lordship, the Count of Hohengarten, Konstantin von Augusten @TheosVult His Lordship, the Count of Talentine, Louis Owyn Haverlock @Javert His Lordship, the Baron of Edendorf, Richard von Leopold @DuhPuhWuh His Lordship, the Baron of Virdain, Fernand de Lewes @Mattiii The denizens of the Kingdom of Aaun To notable guests, we formally invite: Her Honorable, Illyria Ibarellan and her denizens @Sailor The Most Honorable, Viscount, Kasimir Amadeus Sarkozic of Pompourelia @Marshi The Viscomital House of Sarkozic of Balian The Captains of Industry, Boon & Bane @Myochii The Feast will be held in Stassion on Saturday, September 23rd at 4PM EST. Location: Lowlands Pillar from Cloud Temple (Stassion is right next to Pillar) IN NOMINE LEONIS HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Frederick Aurelian Novellen, King-Emeritus of Oren HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Richard Leonus Novellen, Patriarch of House Novellen, Prince of Providentia, Margrave of Stassion, Baron of Renzfeld, Lord of Fredericksburg HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Ottavia of Pompourelia, Princess-consort of Providentia, Margravine-consort of Stassion, Baroness-consort of Renzfeld, Lady of Fredericksburg

Frederick grins at the release off the new treaty, he'd stare upon the lands of Stassion before looking to his son Richard @Optimus420 "It has started. Let us greet them with open arms."

RALLY FOR WAR Issued and confirmed by, THE COUNTY OF STASSION 12th of Owyn’s Flame, 1938 TO THE CANONISTS OF AEVOS, Through are peaceful times in these lands so far, a horrid news has struck us which many are aware of already. But with it, action must be taken. The news of Father Stanislaw’s kidnapping and defiling his GOD given body. Father Stanislaw, being a local Priest who gave blessed sermons to our denizens will never be forgotten as with it he has made us more pious, a debt that can never be repaid in our lifetime. He is, to this moment, being tortured by cruel heathens. I call for any able-bodied warriors to rally with us, to begin the conquest on the annihilation for all those heathens and daemons that have sided in the aid and capture of Father Stanislaw and the torture that has been committed on him. I vow to ensure that when these devils are caught or killed, that they are ensured the lowest pits of the Void so their suffering will continue. Our lands will be willing to house and begin preparations for this conquest of annihilation and we invite all those who wish to stand with us, in the rescue of Father Stanislaw to join with us in these times to prepare for a war. As we may face many battles, and many more to come, canonist lives will always need to be protected. IN NOMINE LEONIS Frederick Aurelian

Merlin the Wizard would scratch his stomach before packing his entire belongings into a bindle "On my way to this Prince Fedder fellow! Merlin needs to offer his services!"

Merlin the Wizard would announce "I am a fourth-party. I wish to hire them for 1 minas! I still have not yet acquired such vast amounts of wealth yet to afford that price but I can pay in installments!"

Merlin the Wizard would be distraught upon hearing their was a fight he missed in which could sell his services "My minas... I need more!"

Full Name of Man - Emir l'Arbre Date of Birth of Man - 1864 Name of Woman - Sierra Julietta Novar Date of Birth of Woman - 1884 Location of Ceremony - Karosgrad, Basilica Date of Ceremony (Year) - Year 1919, Year 123 of the Second Age Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Frederick Aurelian

5th of Amber Cold, 1899 Frederick Aurelian positioned himself in the midst of a small skirmish, yet the situation proved dire for the Novellen. Recently he had united with a mercenary group for this battle, but his blunder was to pursue its inexperienced commander. Subsequently, it had now ushered Frederick to face a daunting ambush of a battalion of spearmen in front of men. In a swift motion, he immediately parried a lunge from a spearman before sauntering forward and piercing the soldier in his chest. Bathing in a shortened glimpse of glory and advance, the male discovered himself tackled downwards brutally and propounded a mouth brimmed of grit and dirt. The flavour deemed bitter and impure, exceedingly akin to the spoils of fleeting conflict. In a rigid and flailing moment, Frederick’s sword flung - rendering him solely unarmed. Rising valiantly to knee level, a riling palm scrambled and scratched unrelentingly at the muddied floor in search of his weapon. His leverage. The soldier distinctly did not seek to capitulate the stout countenance he rallied and wrought, for grimed arms began to grapple with the Novellen. A rapid reaction transpired in Frederick and, once more, a set of palms attempted to scavenge for his sword upon the crimson floor of battlehood. As a result, the male could only locate a tattered shield, in which he clasped and functioned such as a gauntlet. The shield, sorrowfully, did not have time to be acquainted with its new owner for it persisted forwards to smash upon the soldier’s visage. Cranium-on. A newfound sensation of adrenaline pumped amongst the blood of Frederick as the shield continued to maul its face until the piercing sound of bones crushing and grinding ceased. Laced with a cavernous sigh of repose hindered from Frederick, he shot a glower at this tattered, wearied shield that had halted the threat to his life. An impression of vigorous recognition embraced the blood splattered male, for etched upon the shield lay the sigil of Lorraine. He only had his studies of when he was but a juvenile to thank. A quizzical frown began to seek refuge upon the perimeter of Fredericks dirtied visage, before instantly regaining all senses. Abruptly, he gripped the nearest sword he could observe. Only then did Frederick advance forth, both the tattered shield of Lorraine and the muddied sword tightly gripped betwixt carmine digits. He had to recommence the fight. The Lotharingian Company was first formed in Aeldin, serving as mercenaries for various kingdoms and settlements in an attempt to solve lordly or political disputes within the realms of Marna and Ulmsbottom. With countless unimportant battles being fought in the lands of Aeldin, Frederick believed the value of the company should be shifted back to his homelands, and to the lands of Almaris. The Lotharingian Company, many of whose soldiers consist of a hybrid culture of Orenian and Savoyard, is formed to unite the followers of Frederick Aurelian in these troubling times. The company will be used for both the protection and war efforts in which the soldiers within the company are for hire. Albeit the company is made of the remnant followers of the Kingdom of Oren, the intention of the group is on the followings and beliefs of Lucienism and avenging the death of King Frederick and establishing a homeland within the realm of Almaris. “I shall find a path, or I shall forge one myself” - Augustus d’Amaury The company fights together as one group, as one army and with it the differences in ranks is bare to none. With only one clear defined leader, the officers are exceptional soldiers within the company but with no official rank that is higher. But with their exceptional standard comes the respect of all the other soldiers within the company. The Medal of the Iron Duke This medal is only awarded to soldiers within the company who have shown great leadership in battle, and that has led the company to victory. Those who are awarded the Medal of the Iron Duke, prove to be of great leadership capabilities. The Medal of Arpad This medal is awarded to those company members who through months of arduous training in the blade finally have an opportunity to display the fruits of said training, proving their hand at the blade through tournaments and either in battles or duels against foes in greater number or skill then themselves. These soldiers prove to be formidable soldiers in the midst of combat and customarily are the ones to be placed in the vanguard or in the rearguard position during or following a retreat. The Medal of Frederick Charles This medal is awarded posthumously to the fallen company soldiers who performed the greatest sacrifice and forsook their lives in the pursuit of their duty, dying heroically for the sake of their fellow soldiers who shall stride to follow in their example. Only on the rarest and most extreme occasion shall this medal be awarded to those soldiers that perform a sacrifice nearing the feat of those who passed. The medal is to accompany the fallen member of the company at their place of burial, though not all fallen company soldiers shall receive this honor. Meet with our soldiers within the company Peter Pruvia (lucass#9369) to ensure your enlistment within the Lotharingian Company.

THE HUNT BEGINS 10th of the Deep Cold, 1898 A Savoyard ship sails through the seas. Frederick Aurelian leaned against the bow side of the ship, in ponderance of his decisions that were soon to come as he stared at the shores of Almaris from far away- which were slowly nearing by the minute. His time away had caused him many restless nights, endless strife as he fled with his late wife to distant lands out of safety with only a handful of loyal men by their side. The weight of the people who believed in him was on his shoulders as he readied himself. He’d ponder over all the choices and lessons he had learned, as now they’d soon be put up to the test as the boat neared land. The lessons of being a great leader, a devout and pious father. The failures and death that the war had brought had allowed him to realize the severity of it all: men, women, and even children were sacrificing their life out of loyalty and he was not able to provide for and support them as he expected. From the knights who had protected and raised him as their own son, to the lords and ladies he dined with as friends in their earlier years, to his sisters and brothers that he cherished and loved, and to his son he must care after as a parent on his own - without the comforts of his wife to assist him through the turbulence of parenthood. He understood the mistakes he made, which deeply marked within him. These mistakes laid rest within his thoughts, even when he believed to have found solace in a few, brief moments - the past found its way to rest on his shoulders. “Soldiers at the shore!” a sailor hollered from the Crow’s Nest. Frederick gazed onto the shores of Almaris. In doing so, a genuine smile came to him, in sight of Ser Darius Olivier and Ser Lucien alongside several men standing next to them. “Do not worry, they are allies.” He then turned to the de Falstaff bastard and his brother, Adrian Tobias, “We are finally returning after many years. Many years of knowing that the Barclays who betrayed us, the Alstions who rule our lands, and the traitors who fought against us take refuge under the Kingdom of Aaun. Today is when we begin. Prepare for anchor.” Frederick turned once again to lean over the bow side of the ship as they nearly reached the shores of Almaris. On them was an entourage of men awaiting his arrival. He murmured his last words before the ship began to anchor. “The Hunt Begins.”

Prince Frederick would just pose knowing the Haenser Prince was not intellectually as capable as he is.

ISSUED BY HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF PROVIDENTIA On the 15th of the Tobias Bounty, 1880 TO OREN, To you I turn, my friends. The treacherous military attack by Urguan on the lands of Fi’Halen, under a baseless pretext, which now holds no credence even in the eyes of the Pontiff, must be resisted by all of the virtuous realms in Almaris. The Urguani forces have set their eyes on conquering Fi’Halen, the border marches of Oren, the western reaches of Krugmar, and parts of the southern continent. Their alliance seeks to expand the range of its influence to all the known states of Almaris in their bid to cement control over the known world. Having failed to do this repeatedly, they, falsely believing they will meet no resistance, march. How could it occur that our illustrious Petran Legion now stands alone against this threat? Are the Urguani and Haeseni troops really as invincible as their bragging overlords are relentlessly proclaiming, too daunting to be met by none but their most hated foes? Of course not! History shows that invincible armies do not exist and have never existed. The army of Ulfric Frostbeard and Sigismund III was thought to be invincible and yet it was defeated by respectively Orenian, Blackvale, and Orcish troops at the Lower Petra. The same should be said about the present armies of Bakir Ireheart and Karl III. This alliance is led by men who were absent upon the field of battle during the wars fought by their predecessors. Now, believing their conquests inevitable, they walk into the trap of their own devisement - the opposition of a United World against them. If as a result of this opposition the best divisions of the Urguani army are defeated by the Orenian Army Group Center, then it means that Bakir’s loathsome army can just as well be defeated and will be defeated just like the armies of Ulfric and Sigismund were defeated by loyal Orenian patriots. Friends! Our forces are boundless. The arrogant enemy will soon experience this. Many thousands of levies, farmers and members of the bureaucracy have already risen up to engage the invading enemy in battle in cooperation with the Petran Legion of the Orenian Army Group Center: vassal levies from throughout the land, leal Lords and Ladies who shall defend their glorious Fatherland, as they have many times before - to great victories, the Orenian Spirit shall triumph over all obstacles in our wake. Thousands of citizens will rise up as well. The commoners and gentry alike of Vienne and Acre have already begun to enlist within the ranks of their local levies and the Petran Legions as we speak. We must raise such levies in every town, every feudal holding, and we must call on all men and women of Oren to commence the struggle in order to defend their sovereignty and honor in our war against Urguani collectivism. As we speak, the forces of Elysium, Krugmar, Fi’Halen, the Holy Canonist Order, and mercenaries from the north and west assembly to defend the island of mali’thill. All our efforts in support of our heroic Petran Legion and are vassals. All efforts by the population for the destruction of the enemy. Forward, for our victory. IN NOMINE DEI, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Frederick Aurelian, Prince of Providentia

Hugo van Aert would have a cheeky smile upon leaving the battlefield.

A P P L I C A T I O N : [RP Name]: Frederick Aurelian [MC Name]: Mamluk [Age]: 6 [Subjects]: Diplomacy, Stassion Etiquette [Role, Student or Tutor]: Student [What Inspired You to Apply?]: [Discord]: Tornado#0015

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