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  1. MARKEV

    Capital of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska

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    Portrayals & Depictions by Hadrianus and Leufred Clovannus,

     

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    The Regal Palace of Krempost, within the walls of Markev, Haense 

    Illustriously Illustrated by Leufred Clovannus.

    c. 1st of the Suns Smile, 1647

     

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    The Wickwood Brookside, Haense 

    Illustriously Illustrated by Hadrianus Clovannus.

    c. 14th of the Deep Cold, 1646

     

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    Training Keep by the Lake, Haense 

    Illustriously Illustrated by Hadrianus Clovannus.

    c. 10th of the Suns Smile, 1647

     

     

  2. This guy is solid on ideals, real family man. But really, his activity with the Elves just shows his dedication - quick to decisions and is a respected member of the community, I think he'll do real good because shame on you if you don't accept him

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  3. OOC:

    Minecraft Username: Icarnus

    Timezone: EST

    How active you can be (semi/always/neither): Whenever I'm called upon

    Why are you interested in joining: I am Metz

     

    IC:

    Name: Henry Leuven de Hamilcar

    Age: 31

    Race: Human

    Gender: (You have no right to ask!)

    Noble or Common Lineage: N/A

    Experience and Knowledge of Canonist dogma (None/Semi/Fluent): Completely illiterate

    Religious Affiliation (Atheist/Canonist/Xionist): Canonist

    Willingness to serve for life upon taking oaths of entry into the Order (None/Complete/Semi): Complete

  4. Leufroy ponders such an account as he discerns such words of 'Kinslaying, and Backstabbing.' Thinking to himself, he'd propose in reassurance "Ay, I believe I clearly thrusted towards the fools chest did I not?"

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    The crisp morning beads began to emerge upon the snowy blanketed plains, dirt abruptly unsettling itself amongst an earthy vibration. Just a sharp moment of clarity before the brisk sound of hooves pounding atop the ground could be observed. At an alarming pace a hooded rider began forward, tightly gripping its beast whilst pressing on - the dim luminescence of a torch enveloping the lightly sun kissed surroundings in a bountiful blur.

     

    The rider swift and concise in movement, hastily nearing the walls before the great capital of Haense - steadfast in intent.

     

    Rearing at the gates the muscular creature snorted, guards beginning to order the lifting of the wood figurehead upwards as a simple set of wording was discerned from atop the wall, "Open Now, I've come to settle this quarrel."

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    Finally, intending on extending a broad step beyond and setting forth unto the the halls of Alban in a precarious chase, the hooded figure would be halted at the gates...

     

    "We may continue in the square, it would allow plenty of room." The young King Stephen would remark, propitious would be his words - stifled in action as he'd lead his adversary to the site of eventual occurrence.

     

    "As we shall." The lean, hooded figure affirmed with a nod. Swiftly following stride."

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    Met in the square the two parties gathered; atop stone, mud, and dirt paced upon many a time they positioned themselves. Suffused in determination the two men readied, and the hood of the peculiar cast back. It was none other than Odo I, former King of Lotharingia, undoubtedly challenging the King of Haense in a duel to the death.

     

    Perhaps when the blades met, a victor would have been celebrated - but in the wake of Leufroy Augustus d'Amaury, such would be to no avail. As he approached - staunch would be his opinion, the man embraced his father of whom he hadn't seen since his youthful years. He'd begin to withdraw a small dagger from a sheathe atop his belt, driving it forward into his father's chest, suddenly stricken from behind as he befalls upon his knees in the mud.

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    Plagued and stricken in turmoil the event unfolded; continuously blood was strewn across the square by an unfamiliar warden of suspicion. Down went father and son, Leufroy to be withdrawn from the plight as Odo perpetually endured the relentless grasp of the unknown.

     

    In awe the gathering watched as blood was spilled upon the ground, and honor cast aside. A young Amaury father and son fighting in the midst of a second enemy, and perhaps two men of the golden fields had died that day, although, it remains to be seen.

     

     

  6.            THE JOUST (NOBILITY ONLY)

                NAME: Leufroy Augustus d'Amaury

                AGE: 27

                TITLE: Archduke

                LAND OF ORIGIN/HOLDING: Lorraine and its titled nobility.

                MC NAME: Icarnus

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