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THE RISING OF THE SUN 1857 San Luciano, Savoy WE COUNCILLORS OF SAVOY PAST AND PRESENT, A number of us having served three generations of Ashford Princes; being of sound mind and conscience; having been privy to discussions of the realm for many years; having worked tirelessly in pursuit of the Savoyard State: Do recognise the inviolable right to succession of Olivier II Laurene’s firstborn son Lucien; Do declare our support for Lucien I as Prince of Savoy; And must with grief condemn the destabilising actions of Vasileia Basrid, Chancellor of Savoy. That we, having written the laws of Savoy, the constitution of the realm, and the Winter Regency, declare that Vasileia Basrid has corrupted their meanings and intentions. That we, having written the Lex Savoia, declare that the Crown of Savoy is not beholden to those laws, and so Vasileia Basrid has misused clauses of succession reserved for citizens of the realm. We can only assume that Vasileia Basrid may have had further guarantees of support outside the ranks of those loyal to Prince Lucien. We can only assume that Vasileia Basrid meant harm to the Prince and his retinue by tampering with fortifications and denying them access to the safety of the city, palace, and barracks. We can only assume that Vasileia Basrid has overstepped her authority as Chancellor. Whilst many of our number have always supported the Ashford Crown in times of instability, she is alone in choosing not to. We have reason to believe that Vasileia Basrid would have taken these actions to suit an ambitious agenda to usurp the Ashford Crown by placing the poor infant Olivier Guy, the younger brother of our Prince Lucien, on the throne and ruling through him. And so being of sound mind and conscience we levy the charge of treason against Vasileia Basrid for attempting to undermine the rightful succession of Lucien I; attempting sabotage on Savoy’s fortifications; attempting subterfuge to aid those who would seek harm to the Prince; plotting to use force to determine the succession of the Crown. Being of sound mind and conscience we call upon all loyal servants of the Savoyard State to refuse quarter, shelter, and any manner of support to Vasileia Basrid and her followers. Any citizen should apprehend her so that she may face judgement by her peers in a court of justice. William Alstion, First Lord Chancellor of Savoy, Conrad de Falstaff, Third Lord Chancellor of Savoy, Ulrich von Alstreim, Grand Knight of Savoy, Borys Jazloviecki, Lord Commander of Savoy, Renata Adelina Ashford de Savoie, Lady Justiciar of Savoy, Karl Amadeus Barclay, Count of Freimark and Baron of Madvon, Balthasar III Mareno, Marquis of Myrine, Philippe Sainte-Blandine, Baron of Caer Der Hodden, Markos, Bishop of San Luciano.

A VISION OF STRIFE 1857 Location Unspecified Thus the kingdom of Oren fell into the rule of those who cast out his heir: witches, consorters with Iblees, Saulicians, necromancers, and destroyers of the virtuous. The evil of Iblees presented itself in the world, and it was wracked with chaos. (Gospel 5:38-9) Providence, that is what they called it. Humanity’s destiny guided by God, guided by the Church. Grand pillars of triumph, a magnificent palace proclaiming the mighty footstep of mankind imprinted upon the earth. Our signature; a testament of our access to the divine. Hundreds of workers to build a spire that we might take a glimpse of the skies. Yet it was obvious to all that the foundations were poor. Like a house built upon sand. Moveable, permeable, liminal. The ebb and flow of the tide, permanence and certainty lost. Humanity without its heir. Philip Amadeus, oftimes referred to as Philip III, saw this more keenly than his predecessors. He returned from death lamenting the weakness that threatened to ruin Orenia, and would attempt to prevent this ruin by reinforcing its foundations with chains and buttresses. Where beauty may have been, albeit weak, by Philip’s hand is covered now by metal reinforcements. Philip, Your ideology is flawed. God will not save your crumbling foundations, for they are not yours to tread upon. You have no right to it. You once called yourself ‘the Great’ and proclaimed the mandate of ‘Heaven’. Any doctrine claimed to be divine cannot be if it is not heard from God. That no man of proven faith would accept your proclamation of Everard VI as illegitimate shows that you are either ignorant or arrogant. They cannot be all wrong, and you alone right. That you implicitly accepted the Cardinals that served the Pontiff proves you are the latter. Your doctrine was based on destructive arrogance, political opportunism. I dare not call you an apostate, for it would imply you ever held in your blackened heart the faith of God. Philip, You do not worship the saints, you covet them. You promise justice, glory, reward but neglect faith and salvation. You are an aberration: Emperors have come before you and will come again after. You speak of divinely ordained rule, yet yours is the language of the intruder. It sits, and smothers. Purge your own sins; wash your own filth. Point your finger at us no more Philip; do not walk upon land that is not yours. Fidei Defensor, Scripture speaks of Vargengotz the Destroyer, he who leads men whose hearts crave glory. He rules from a city once the holiest of them all. At his side are tyrants and traitors. He has come to this world as Philip Novellen, and offers falsehoods to those of the sword that he might destroy the faith. And Godfrey’s host meets them in battle upon the mountain.Thus Godfrey raises the scepter of rebuke. And lo! the command of GOD is justice, and the unjust are punished: Vargengotz and his servants are destroyed. (Auspice 5:35-8) At Vargengotz’s side is Ishtar the Defiler, who brings famine and defeat. Ishtar offers riches and fame to the impure of heart. Ishtar may promise the world, but she poisons the heart of Mankind that she may cripple it. She has come to the world as Anastasia Novellen, and leads the aristocrats of Orenia to sin. Our crops blacken, our water quickens to stagnation, no rains will come until she is vanquished. So Horen calls forth Sigismund and Urguan, and he speaks unto them “Lo, in your days you were each tempted with envy, and the world suffered. For Urguan, you have desired the wealth of your brothers, and Sigismund, their power. And by God’s will I redeem you of your failures, and send you to work peace upon it.” And they go out, and Urguan is lieutenant to Sigismund, and they strike out against Ishtar. First Sigismund goes forth ministering, and among his host are the tribes of Edel and Rhen, and at their side the Sons of Urguan. And they are redeemed in ministry, for Sigismund wields a globe bearing the mark of heaven, which is God’s domain. And Sigismund’s host meets them in battle upon the ice. Thus Sigismund raises aloft the mark of heaven. And lo! the waters of prophecy are purifying, and they spill forth to purify: Ishtar and her servants are consumed. (Auspice 2:7-10, 23, 27-30) King of Haense, that you are named Sigismund is no coincidence. That you were the first of the Sigismund’s folk to be named Defender of the Faith in centuries was no accident. And that you once stood with the Dwarves under Urguan’s mountains is no mistake. God has given you His globe that you might strike Ishtar down. Fidei Defensor, it is your duty to stand with the faithful. We call on you now. As the world seems to fight itself, a host readies itself to put fire to Sedan. We of Godfrey’s folk, Godfrey’s heir, will make our stand here to live or die - with or without aid. Vargengotz and Ishtar rule in tandem, in service to Iblees. Sigismund King, Dwarves of Urguan, never have the stars aligned so that we may glimpse paradisum, but they are now. Bring us the paradise that Exalted Sigismund prophesied. Halt their armies, put the swords of the Exalted to them, strike down Philip and Anastasia Novellen to free the earth of their tyranny. So each is given a law unto their kind, and the world is perfected. This is the promise of GOD to the World, that it shall belong to the virtuous, who love Him. (Auspice 3:16-17) William Alstion, Duke of Furnestock and Lord of Alba

The simple peasant doesn't understand the girl so shrugs and says, "At least I'll go to the seven skies." All he knows is God, Church, and farm. That was all he wanted to know.

"Mad because anathema." a peasant loyal to the true faith chants repeatedly on hearing Victoria babble to herself.

The First Parliament of Savoy 1852 Palazzo Aggradé Approved for General Publication “That We hereby establish the first Parliament of Savoy, to be initially composed of all Lords formerly granted a seat in the Patricians Assembly as well as the Mayor of San Luciano, two other appointed burgess, and the Cardinal Allobrogum; That We invest the Parliament the authority to actively govern and create the laws of the realm; That Parliament will absorb the magistracy rights of the now defunct Lord Justiciar, and consequently Members of Parliament will sit as jury to criminal and civil cases where required; That the Vizier will preside over all sessions of Parliament with his own vote, and retains the right of appointment to and dismissal from the Parliament.” -The Edict of Parliament ARTICLE I In accordance with the Edict of Parliament, We summon the following Peers of the Realm to attend their duties in the Free City: HRH The Countess of Sarissa; The Mt. Hon. Landgrave of Alstreim; The Mt. Hon. Marquis of Myrine; The Rt. Hon. The Count of Freimark; The Rt. Hon. The Count of Niseep; The Rt. Hon. Baron of Kensford; The Rt. Hon. Baron of Caer Der Hodden; The Rt. Hon. Baron of Lvinsk; The Rt. Hon. Lord of the Daelands. The Peers shall be referred to as Lords Temporal in the context of the Parliament. Afforded this right by their ownership of land, upon succession it shall descend to their heir. ARTICLE II In accordance with the Edict of Parliament, We summon the following Freemen to attend their duties in the Free City: The Hon. Mayor of the Free City of San Luciano. We see fit to utilise Our powers as Vizier to decline at this time to appoint the remaining Burgess. These Freemen shall be referred to as Burgess and are afforded this right by appointment of the Vizier. ARTICLE III In accordance with the Edict of Parliament, We summon the Cardinal Allobrogum to attend their duties in the Free City. Secondly, that in accordance with the Edict of Parliament and with Our dedication to God and the Pontiff in mind, We see fit to utilise Our powers as Vizier to make an addition to the Parliament at this time in the form of three additional ordained men, resident in Savoy, to be nominated by the Cardinal Allobrogum and affirmed by Us. These men of God shall be referred to as Lord’s Spiritual in the context of the Parliament. The Cardinal Allobrogum is afforded this right automatically upon investment by the High Pontiff, and any further appointments are made by the Vizier. ISSUED IN THE NAME OF, His Excellency the Vizier, William Alstion.

RP Name: Anthony Fitzpeter MC Name: Caranthir_ Voted: Yes

SURNAME: FitzPeter FIRST NAME: Anthony ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: 5 Carrion Circle YEAR OF BIRTH: 1802 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Northern District? Yes Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1763)? No If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: N/A ((MC NAME)): Caranthir_

RP Name: Anthony Fitzpeter MC: Caranthir_ Voted: yeah

A certain member of the House of Commons read the controversial manifesto not once, nor twice, but three times through. He began to sweat, was this a fever dream? Was it all real? It had to be. He couldn't control himself. "Anthony, your dinner is ready." called a voice from the other room. "Not yet nana, I need to Risorgiment." cried the shrill Representative, clutching the papers with all his might.

RP name: Anthony Fitzpeter MC: Caranthir_ Voted: Yes

SURNAME: FitzPeter FIRST NAME: Anthony ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Carrion Circle 5 YEAR OF BIRTH: 1802 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Northern District? Yes Do you have any other title, peerage or military service that may conflict with becoming a Member of the House of Commons, as per the Edict of Reform (1763)? No If yes, do you understand that you will be required to resign or abdicate from this position should you be elected to the House of Commons, and if this does not occur your seat shall be considered to be vacant?: Yes ((MC NAME)): Caranthir_

The late Cardinal Sutica, Blessed Amadeus d'Aryn, delights in the signature of his old friend Corwin von Alstreim - unjustly usurped from his throne - and approves his successors latest move from the Seven Skies.

what is your biggest regret on lotc? asides from running against me in senntisten mayoral election thereby making me lose and putting me on a destructive path of coping still seen today

why should I waste my ratio to ask you a question?

Amadeus d’Aryn lounged on a lavish bench in the Seven Skies, overlooking all creation whilst feasting on a crab pie. He regarded Joseph kindly as he accumulated beside him, offering his friend a portion of the delicacy with a nudge. He had shared his youth with the Emperor, owed a great deal to him, and had died gruesomely despite orders from his friend to save him. In life Joseph had been his superior, but in death they were naught but old men on a bench with nowhere to go but eternity, watching the world revolve under the stars. "I always knew you were an Everardine, you know." Amadeus admitted, as Joseph bit through a crab leg.

Henry, a blind old fool with not a penny left to his name, was struck down that fateful day in Providence. He had thought to stand by his dear friend Robert in the face of otherwise certain death. He had been a judgeless wit in his final act, but he thought it right to fight for something he believed in: someone he believed in. In the last moments of his life he whacked a wooden cane into the face of a redshirt ensign and was met with a blade in the stomach forthwith. As he died, he thought of those final words to his fellow conspirators: "Godspeed, goodmen, I must see to my duty and my destiny." Thus ended the long tale of Henry Stephen, a man who was the future once.

One of Robert Helvets' defence counsels awaits, nay, expects a fair trial, with impartial jurors not selected at the discretion of the state. He will endeavour himself to prevent the execution of the young lord.

RP Name: Roi Zeid MC Name: Caranthir_ Voted: Yes

From the Seven Skies Amadeus d'Aryn wished his old colleague all the help he could get as the Vicar of God. Goodness knows he would need it now. In many respects, he was blissful to not have to witness any longer the treachery of men. Perfection in God, that was all he knew now, and all he would remain for eternity.

His eyes and ears had left him, yet his fiery passion for life remained. Despite all judgements to the contrary, Amadeus d’Aryn had survived for almost seventy years. He had faced rivals, pagans, schismatics, and worst of all: the politicians. As he sat in the Cathedral of Karosgrad he felt a surge of pride in who he was, and what he stood for. Many, many moons before had Amadeus stood upright and confidently in the House of Commons as Leader of His Imperial Majesty’s Opposition. He proclaimed his will, orated amongst the very best of them, and worked with the ardor that many lesser men could simply never hope to achieve. But he never won; he could not. No matter what the message, the people of Oren - at this point still with Haense in tow - would never accept him. He held the stains of a disrespected noble family, it was not fashionable to the times. Three defeats at a general election, three bitter concessions. His opportunity of leadership dashed amongst the rocks. A would be Archchancellor? No: a failure. He carried this with him even now. He could not save his High Pontiff James, the man he had come to love like none other. In all his years he never had a wife, never had another to lean on. His story was one of destitution and close scrapes. In his crowning years, he negotiated the Peace of Merryweather, which saved his Empire from a losing war and left his Emperor unscathed. He was appointed Supreme Court Justice to Oren, made a Knight of the Realm, and then a Peer of the Lords. The laurels of glory were there for the taking, but were ultimately confined to history. All his miserable life he had said yes, acted with grace and accepted defeat. Defeat: it was all he knew. But not there in that Cathedral. No, not that day. In the Diet he would stand his last ground against what he saw as a destruction of tradition. His life’s work falling through his hands vote after vote. It was ironic, the vote had always ended him. And then, as the sovereign representatives of Oren and Haense saw fit to nail the final coffin in that project of a lifetime, the old Cardinal refused to give in. The General Peter d’Arkent valiantly attempted to save himself from his own demise, but it was all over. In the following scrap he was trampled against the altar and died of internal hemorrhaging. He did not have any last words, but if he had then they would have been unnoteworthy in any case. Defeat: that was all he knew. This final one had killed him, and brought the curtain on the House d’Aryn for good.

The Cardinal Amadeus, having only barely left his state of bedridden illness and with a thick bacon bap squeezed beneath his amusingly thin fingers, had the homily read aloud to him. As he drifted to sleep ten seconds later, he dreamt of a life that could have been. The ancient statesman was young once again, and bills flowed like water from magnificent fountains. The people applauded him as he lifted the Tapestry of Man up high between both hands. Decades later, the High Pontiff himself congratulated Amadeus on a job well done. He swam amongst a pile of votes, and greeted Joseph II atop a unicorn. In the real world the manservant grimaced at the sleeping Cardinal. "A mop, please!" He called out into the hallway as a puddle formed on the floor.

As Manfried slowly read the contents of the bull out in the confines of his poorly aired room, the Cardinal Amadeus - laid down in a well embroidered bed - found some sense of peace. Having been Vice Chancellor to the last High Pontiff for the majority of his adult life, he saw solace that the true work of his mortal existence would continue in normal function. He seemed resigned to his own fate, whatever it may now be.

The wind-up clock ticked with its old monotonous rhythm. Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock: it did not end, it just kept on going on and on. The lump in the corner of the room stirred restlessly. It had been listening to this same clacking sound, which pulsated in an alternative beat with his heart, since morning. A door opened. “Eminence…” came a voice. All it got in return was a groan. The figure moved closer through the dark room, peppered with a variety of smells and spices aromating in and out the wooden beams. “Lord Richard died the other day: executed.” the grim-reaper continued, being very blunt with his news. He thought that if he could tell it quickly and straight that it would go by unnoticed, and he would be back down for lunch within a minute. But it was noticed. A low wail came from the corner, scraping and distressed. The lump barely moved, it barely could. A friend gone, another lost forever. Many had gone in the past few years, they seemed to be dropping off one-by-one. Would they meet again in the Skies? He no longer knew. But anything was better than this.

"There comes a time in a mans life where he must wake up and smell the noodles." wrote an elderly Cardinal Amadeus of Oren from under a public bench. "No longer can we be dictated by fantasies and delusions. Pointless scuffles damage the integrity of us all. Let us come together as one, remembering the life of our dear friend James, and endeavouring to create a more perfect humanity which is one with God and itself." Thereafter, he was content to have a lie down, only to be waken by a pesky elven couple laughing above him on the seat.

Amadeus Cardinal Sutica nodded as the slips of paper were presented before him. He bowed his head to the Pontifical aide, indicating to do now what he must. After a dramatic loss of Cyril Halcourt's vote, all had seemed to be going wrong at the worst possible time. But it had been retrieved, and sent again with apologies, and the votes were now all in. "Albarosa Cardinalis.." "Albarosa Cardinalis.." "Albarosa Cardinalis.." "Albarosa Cardinalis.." "Albarosa Cardinalis.." "Jorenus Cardinalis.." "Jorenus Cardinalis.." At this point the long time electoral master, PhD certified, and philosopher-judge Amadeus d'Aryn knew the maths when he saw it. It took him a while, but he eventually figured out that five votes to two was an outright majority. He sent for Albarosa immediately. A new Pontiff had been chosen by the College of 1802.