Wavey

A FINAL REMINISCENCE  

16th of Owyn's Flame, 73 B.A.

A Farewell, I write to thee 

To a life I retire, a life more free

As I depart from the Cabinet of his Majesty 

I impart my final words in Empathy 

***

My time in government began at the mere age of eleven. I was a squire of Sir Peter d’Arkent, a member of the then Company of Balian. However, my purpose was further amplified in that same year. I was approached by the late Ledicort Vuiller in the Palatio Monterosa whilst I was in the midst of the Snapdragon Ball. He offered me an opportunity to ward under him, citing my determination and dedication to Balian through my time in its military. After a few Saint’s Days of contemplation, I accepted. My first task was to replace the previously defunct Senate and in its place put forth a different government catering to the capital city of Atrus itself. I find it quite amusing that in the year before my abdication from office, I enacted a similar edict, expanding the national legislative powers to our citizens within this fair nation. Like a cycle, I elevated myself from there and am now descending from the highest podium in the same manner. 
 

The role of the Amiratus, if I am to be completely transparent with my fellow denizens, is one of great privilege and great anxiety. Every decision that is made can have a monumental impact on not just the nation but on the international realm. As the chief enforcer and regent of His Majesty, my words and actions can have great effect to the ones whom I delegate to and to the ones whom I converse with, either they be my fellow citizens or to foreign agents and allies. I have made steadfast allies and oathbound enemies in my position. There are many who admire my work and there are also many who despise my actions and decisions. Regardless, some of these opinions of me and my administration are that of either bias, past sentiments, or general dislike. Then again, it is inevitable for one to not be at least somewhat of a  polarizing figure; for allies and enemies await a powerful figure in all corners of the streets of politics and international relations. Such is the bittersweet life of an Amiratus. 
 

But these plethora of responsibilities and the weight they impose are much more pleasurable to handle with the team working alongside me: Queen Andromeda, Crown-Prince Alexander, Princess Elena Casimira, Princess Persephone Maxima, Viscount Ephrem Kervallen, Cardinal Teodosio, Baron Robyn de Lyons, Lord Commander Dante DeNurem, Baron Casimir Vilac, Segnor Belyn Gris, Segnor Sarson Halgrim, Lady Nicoletta Sarkozic, and Lady Serena d’Arkent. All of these individuals were there to help guide this nation alongside me. All of them were there to support me as I helped His Majesty chart the course for our nation. 
 

The Ruthern Administration is the strongest council a reigning monarch of Balian has ever had. Our contributions and achievements have and will continue to stand the test of time. The framework and direction our nation has taken can be attributed to the diligent work ethic of the administration. I am grateful for the time we have spent cultivating the fruitful seeds of growth as we now watch the fig tree elongate its branches and blossom its fruits one by one. 

As I retire from the skies and return to my nest, I wish to impart wisdom to my fellow Duana constituents and to my citizens: 

To My Duana: 

The work we have accomplished and the strides we have taken to develop this once young nation to a prominent realm for all of mankind is a badge of pride each and every one of you should wear with honor. We have set a framework for the nation and now we watch as the nation leads itself to prosperity. That does not mean, however, that our work is done. We must keep constant vigilance of the needs of our citizens and the development of our culture. The work of His Majesty’s council is never finished. 
 

I urge you all, however, to keep your minds and point of view open to all ideological beliefs. Government works best when bipartisanship is encouraged as the primary factor of decision making. Partisanship is also justifiable and it is necessary at times to push forth agendas quicker, yet too much of it can lead to the dangers of factionalism. Factionalism should be avoided at all costs. It is a form of division among people that can lead to hostility, emotional distress, and ultimately, the destruction of a nation or its relations with others. We must remember that we all are part of a familial union. Each and every one of us will be there for one another when we are in difficult situations; that loyalty shall never dissipate. When disagreements occur, they should be addressed in a respectful manner and compromises should be sought. It is also important to recognize that everyone has something to contribute, and that each person has their own unique skills and perspectives. Each and every one of you are bright and talented in one area or multiple. Utilize that comparative advantage that each and every one of you have and hone it, combine it with another talent of the other individual to create a powerful agenda that can satisfy at least the basic principles and values that we share. Rather than attempting to be on the same page, strive to be on tangent with similar principles instead. Disagreements are a fundamental part and right for every government. 
 

This same view should be shared with our foreign counterparts as we continue our diplomatic work in Aevos. Even if we may agree or disagree with another nation or realm, the respect we have for them should never be diminished for they too are in the same precarious position as our leaders: fated to make difficult decisions for the betterment of our people. Through the creation of a culture of inclusion and respect both within the nation and beyond its territories, it is possible to create a positive outcome for all of mankind. 

To My Fellow Citizens:

I was once approached in the tavern by the former Syndic Grimhildr Chen. She stated her frustrations with the Supreme Assembly of Portoregne-the city government-and its inability to provide a platform for the Balianese citizens to help them share their voices, views and ideas for the charting of our nation’s direction. She then shared with me a plan to re-envision the city government into a much more inclusive platform for our people. Using her plan as reference, I sought out a plan to expand the legislative powers of our nation to all citizens of Balian. Thus, the Citizens Commune was established.
 

Like gravity is to a river's current, the nation's direction flows through the gravity of the decisions one makes for its presumed betterment. This legislative, cultural and political right was once reserved to the leaders of our nation. Henceforth, the citizens of Balian can now experience this sacrosanct right whenever and however they wish.. Each Balianese citizen will now have the liberty to propose, petition and express their belief in where our nation should head. With Royal Assent from the Crown, that vision may become fruitful. Regardless of the viability or lack thereof, of such proposals; the pride one feels in charting the course for our nation is one that can never be diminished. 
 

My fellow Balianese citizens, you now have the power to help guide the winding directions of our sovereign river through the gravity of direct democratic decision-making, to chart a path that best fits our collective view. Each citizen should be given the opportunity to bring forth an idea to the table and to satisfy their own vision for our nation’s growth. I urge, and I hope that you all take advantage of this power and convey your vision to the nation and to His Majesty. 


In my administration, I am not ignorant of the thought that I may have committed many errors. Although I am not conscious of such, there is no doubt that I may have unconsciously erred in my decision making and actions in one way or another. Regardless, I believe my attempts at steering the nation were that of good faith and judgment.
 

And so, I leave you all with a final note and a final song, one that I believe represents the community and the nation as a whole: 

The roots now established

Were established by us 

We passed the watering pot to each other in trust

To all who toiled and planted the seeds

We now watch as they grow and breathe

On a fateful day we watched the tree unfold

The beautiful leaves with their blossoming folds

The fruits that are now ripe for harvest

Are picked and shared amongst the promised

And so, we continue to tend to this grove

For we hope that our descendants can share in its trove

***

I, Gaius var Ruthern, your humble servant, retire to my home. 

SIGNED, 
HIS ROYAL EXCELLENCY, Gaius var Ruthern, Viscount of Marsana, Amiratus of the Kingdom of Balian, Lord Seneschal of the Crown and Chief Minister of the Duana.

Birth of a Viceroyal Foal 

Announcement of the Grand Heir

Issued by the Viceroyal Crown  

On Horen’s Calling, 1939

As the sun rose and the birds sang, the melody of nature on this day seemed far more auspicious, for the servants and people rushed about as news of a noble birth began to spread rather quickly. Within the lavish and wealthy home of the Viceroyals a baby would be born. 

The newborn's features are of blonde hair resembling that of her mother, and the royal blue eyes resembling that of her father.

It is with great delight and joy that the Crown Prince of Hyspia and the Crown Princess-Consort announce, after a fruitful marriage, the birth of their first born:

HER HIGHNESS, Ramona Maisel Ionna Adelein Ida de Pelear, Grand Heiress of Hyspia
@_mady07

Her Highness has been baptized through Canonist tradition and has been declared the de jure Grand Heir to the Viceroyalty of Hyspia. Her Highness has seemed to be bright within her first few moments in this world, sharing a smile already to her adoring parents and loving family.

We can only expect great things from this family, May DIOS bless this joyous day.

Signed,

HIS HIGHNESS, Cesar Franciscito de Pelear, Crown Prince of Hyspia

HER HIGHNESS, Karyna Rezalin de Pelear, Crown Princess-Consort of Hyspia

LA GIOSTRA
The Balianese Joust

Issued by the Viscounty of Marsana 

in collaboration with the Royal Balianese Academy

9th of Sun’s Smile, 72 B.A.

“Raise your lances, salute your opponent, and pray to GODAN that your chariot does not break.”

Jousts and tournaments are an age-old tradition revered in every Canonist Human nation. The jousting tradition of Balian is a mixture of the old Petrine tradition of the empire, the traditions of House Ruthern, and the ‘Giostra’, an ancient form of jousting practiced by the Bathalite Empire.
 

(A Young Ruthern Lord after decisive victory. C. 1865)

La Giostra 

The traditions of the joust in the ancient Bathalite Empire were known as La Giostra. The form had gone without practice for a few decades prior to its revival by House Ruthern and is now becoming a common practice amongst the kin of the Balianese-Raevir Household. Its popularity has now spread throughout the kingdom, establishing it as a well-recognized and popular sport amongst the Balianese people. 

Joust Regulations

Each match consists of three parts, or jousts. The joust begins when both contenders are met with a mount and lance, which they intend to use in this competition. They will undergo all three bouts in a formal manner, preparing their stead on the list field, readying the lance, riding down the tilt, and crossing lances. If one strikes the Head of an opponent, they will earn five points, from shoulders to hips earning three, and below hips providing a measly one. Should someone dismount the adversary, the reward is seven points. To be dismounted in the second match makes for an automatic disqualification and triumph for the one who delivered such a blow. 

Decorative Chariots
Chariot making is the most vital part of this tradition, with the carriage being a representation of what you stand for and compete in this noble sport for. A charioteer must take pride in his own work and master the crafting of his own chariot so that his ideals and prospects may shine through the art that is the Chariot. While one must not focus on mere detail, one must also be sturdy and strong to deal and receive the hardest of blows. 

Votive Sashes 

The ancient Bathalite jousting form of ‘Giostra’ incorporated a romantic element to it as well. Knights, nobles and commoners alike competed for a chance of both glory and to impress their beloveds who watched them from the spectators’ stands and booths. The gift of handmade votive sashes, a form of admiration, would be given by the spectator to the victor as a symbol of their acknowledgement, respect and admiration for their victory. These sashes would then be worn by the contestant as they paraded around the jousting field with their horse. The current iteration of this tradition still holds the votive sashes aspect with great reverence and respect. 

For further information on votive sashes, see: TO LOVE IS TO. . . - Royal Balianese Academy, (Elena Casimira, RBA, circa. 51 B.A.).

‘Drunk Jousting’ 

In contemporary Balianese history, a knight by the name of Apollyon Marshall introduced a version of jousting unique to the Kingdom. Known as ‘Drunk Jousting’, the game’s rules were similar to the traditional joust practiced by humans of Canonist nations but with the added flavor of taking a drink after each match. Both spectators and contestants alike would finish a glass of their alcoholic beverage before beginning another game. This form of jousting was not competitive, but rather a form of enjoyment and merriment. Whether who won or lost did not matter at the end of this game, for everyone at the end of the event would be too intoxicated to care. ‘Drunk Jousting’ can be held through the methods of ‘La Giostra’, or through the traditional jousting method. 

Signed,

HIS ROYAL EXCELLENCY, Gaius Rosius var Ruthern, Viscount of Marsana, Amiratus of the Kingdom of Balian, 

Lord Seneschal of the Crown and Chief Minister of the Duana

HIS ADMIRALTY, Ser Demetrius ‘The Valiant’ var Ruthern, Heir of Marsana, 

Almirante de la Operazions.

Gaius var Ruthern loves the Balian-adapted Raevir fashion! 

Cesar II is very proud of his de Pelear heritage. 

The Lord Amiratus nods his head in approval for the new Vice Procurator and looks forward to working with him! 

Cesar Franciscito, the groom-to-be, couldn't be ever the more excited for his wedding to his beloved. It was finally happening! He should write a song for her! 

THE AAUNIC COTERIE

LOYAL PEERS OF THE UNITED KINGDOM OF AAUN,

An exceptional occasion awaits your esteemed presence. The Aaunic Coterie, shrouded in secrecy and prestige, extends an invitation that carries with it the weight of honor and camaraderie. At the Castle Arpacz on the outskirts of the Duchy of Stran, a select assembly of individuals, bound by their loyalty to the Kingdom of Aaun, will convene to celebrate unity and heritage on the 20th of the Sun’s Smile, 1939.

The esteemed invites are extended solely to those of noble lineage:

• The Grand Prince of Minitz and his immediate family

• The Prince of Merryweather and his immediate family

• The Duke of Stran and his immediate family

• The Margraf of Velen and his immediate family

• The Marquis de Rosius and his immediate family

• The Count of Varoche and his immediate family

• The Count of Hohengarten and his immediate family

• The Count of Stassion and his immediate family

• The Baron de Virdain and his immediate family

Your presence is imperative to the success of this occasion, as your wisdom and stature reflect the essence of our realm. We ask that you present your invitation upon arrival to gain entry to the Castle. As this is a celebration of the utmost exclusivity, we implore you to keep this invitation confidential and to share it only with those deserving of our trust. 

SINCERE VESTRUM,

 His Grace, Ser Istvan Ivanovich

Duke of Stran, Voivode of Vaška, Count of Pravets, Baron of Vsensk, and Godansk, Lord of Andregrad, Hetman of the Host of St. Arpad, Keeper of the Hussariya, Protector of Raev and the Vaškan Steppe

 His Excellency, Fernand Auguste Renault de Lewes 

Lord Chancellor of Aaun, Director of the Aaunic Coterie, Baron of Virdain

The Viscount of Marsana, Gaius var Ruthern pens a letter from his home office to Viktor var Ruthern. 

To Viktor, 

        Although your father and I may not agree on everything and our disputes lay in many claims and bloodlines, our respect for one another is one which I hold in good regard. Its saddening to see this current unfolding of events. I may not know the full details; however, patricide is a great sin in the eyes of the almighty; for children should strive their best to respect their parents. If the parents are in the wrong, there are other ways to correct them rather than resorting to bloodshed. It is such a shame to see such great sin now tainting the junior line. I pray that you are guided to the right path by the light of GODAN for this sinful act. You need it. 

Regards, 

His Excellency, Gaius var Ruthern, Viscount of Marsana, Amiratus of Balian, Chief Minister of the Duana and Lord Seneschal to the Crown 


                                                        

Gaius var Ruthern, the Viscount of Marsana reads the missive regarding his son and future daughter in law’s marriage with a smile. For the first time in a long while, Gaius felt a sense of warmth knowing that one of his children was about to have one of the happiest moments of his life. “Y could niet be ever the more prouder of them.” The elder Ruthern murmured as he then went to his wife to read the missive to her. They will need to get some gifts for the bride and groom. 

17 minutes ago, TeawithFrisket said:

A hyspian woman looks at her twin brother as she sees the missive @WaveLincoln
"Time to save our primo huh... time to help our familia out!" 

"Tu know I would do anything for mi familia." The Hyspian Prince said to his sister whilst he unsheathed his blade. "Para Primo Y Dios!" He was ready to take on all spawns of Iblees to save his cousin. 

The Duke of Stran, Istvan Ivanovich knelt at the Chapel of St. Theodosius. The Ivanovich lord knelt beside the shrine of his ancestor, Saint Arpad. He signed the Hussariyan over his chest as he then whispered, 

“For vy GODANISTAN e vyr holiest servants. Y will always fight for w cause.” 
 

The Ivanovich Duke then rose after finishing his prayer, grabbing his shashka as he left the chapel. He had a speech to make to his fellow Raevir comrades. Stran will support Stassion and all fellow Canonist allies of this world to bring these daemonic bastards a quick death at the end of his blade. 

The sorrow felt by Gaius, The Amiratus of Balian and Viscount of Marsana was unmeasurable. His silence and unresponsiveness to the outside world was all that was needed to convey how he felt at the loss of his dear daughter. It would seem the man refused to leave his manor at the moment, only accepting visitors and sending papers by courier and bird for administrative matters. Yet even then, he kept his conversations minimal; for he feared if he spoke further he would break. 

The Viscount of Marsana, Gaius var Ruthern was happy to see his daughter has found love. 
 

“Dobry. Mea family and Y should prepare a gift for the both of them.” 

————

Upon receiving the letter from his future son-in-law, Gaius furrowed his brows. 

“That court painter better get executed. Mea daughter does not look anything like that!” 

Nevertheless the Ruthern Viscount kept the painting for now, to burn it later. 

Istvan Ivanovich, upon hearing the news, signed the Hussariyan. "Vy were dobry as King, seen as an ally to w Raevir folk of Stran. Spasibo for that." 

The Duke then made his way to the cathedral to offer prayers for the late King's soul.

YESSS I LOVE THIS!

The Duke of Stran, Istvan Ivanovich was there with his wife the entire time during the delivery. He felt his heart sink for the pain his dear wife had to go through. Fortunately, she and the children were all safe and healthy. The Duke of course will continue to stay by his wife's side and take care of all the children while she rests to restore her energy. 

Cesar II, in name only. Yet, the first of his current siblings, the first in line for the throne, and the first of the de Pelears to find his mother's deceased body at the morgue.

Haus's words still rang within his ears even as the Crown Prince silently walked down the quiet avenues of Valdev to the de Pelear manor. He knew the cause of death was from a vampyre, he saw the wound upon her throat and the harrowing look of her sunken yet shuttered eyes.

The memory of the cadaver he had seen was still fresh within his anguished mind. The vibrant sapphire crown bore a striking contrast to his mother's pale sight. Yet still... 

'Madre...that is not a funny joke. Don't do that again, entiendes?' 

As the delusional Crown Prince of Hyspia reached ever the closer to his family's manor, all he could think about was the chiding and scolding he was going to give his mother for the practical joke she had just played in the morgue. 

'That's not mi madre, that is just some clay body she made to scare us.' 

As soon as he reached the manor, the man burst through the door and quickly made his way upstairs. 

"Madre? Madre!" 

Cesar called to Amity, yet, there was no response in return. 

Nevertheless, the man made his way towards his parents' bedroom. The door however was closed. Cesar tapped his knuckles upon the door, gently at first as they then grew with intensity. 

"Madre...wake up. Wake up and tell me you are joking. You are joking, si? We can talk more outside at the palace gardens, just...come outside madre...por favor." 

His mother never opened the door. She never responded. Impatiently, the Prince turned the knob of the door, finding it to be unlocked as he then quickly flicked the door open. Only to see an empty room. Even his father was not present in the room. 

Now realization soon dawned upon him. The delusional Prince of Hyspia finally accepted it, at least for that brief moment, that his mother was indeed murdered. 

"You really are gone..." 

Just then, the memories flooded his mind, blurring his vision with scenes all too long past: His mother carrying him in his arms, swinging him about as little Cesar laughed and giggled in pure delight. His mother making churros with chocolate as Cesar stood beside her, watching her bake with pure curiosity. His memories then took him to the day of Cesar's 16th name day, when his mother had a heartfelt conversation with him atop the royal palace of the Ciudad de la Plata before he leaned his head against her shoulder whilst they watched the sunset together. Those visions then soon evaporated, leaving Cesar in the cold empty room of his parents. 

A knock on the door on the first floor soon brought Cesar back into reality. He moved, however, sluggishly and without thought, like a mindless construct merely responding to outside forces. Cesar then opened the front door, only to look down and see the envelope nestled carefully upon the mat. The male then bent down to pick it up as he then closed the door. He quickly grabbed a letter opener from the kitchen, using it to open the envelope as his crystal blue hues, the eyes he got from his mother, read the contents of the letter.

It was her final testament, and her will.  She really was gone, forever. 

His dearest mother, one of the most cherished fragments of his heart, the woman who had nurtured him and spent more time with him more than his father, was gone.

'And I never got to apologize...for all the things I have said to you...for all the times I have made you cry...'

Cesar Franciscito de Pelear, son of Amity Ionna Morovar and Francisco de Pelear will never be the same, ever again.


 

Gaius var Ruthern salutes! 

The Duke of Stran absolutely loves the Willow Court and his wife’s talents in making Stran such a lively place! 

Istvan, upon hearing the news was distraught for having had lost his best commander of the Host of Saint Arpad. 

“Niet only were vy most trusted lieutenant…but vy also were one of Y closest friends…may GODANISTAN give vy peace in w seven skies, comrade.” 

As Cesar read the letter his stomach dropped. A sense of regret grief and loss consumed his heart and soul. "I didn't get to say goodbye...pero...I'll always cherish the moments we spent together, Abuela Fable", Cesar reread the letter again. As he did so, realization soon dawned upon him. Fable was one of the few people who understood him  and knew him perfectly. "You knew me so well..."

MC Name:

         WaveLincoln

Character's Name:

         Cesar Franciscito de Pelear

Character's Age:

         26

Character's Race:

         Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Bardmancy

Teacher's MC Name:

         _Unni_

Teacher's RP Name:

         Glorier Maiheiuh

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/228519-bardmancystmawavelincoln/

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Are you aware that if this magic is shelved, it will be unavailable to use?

         Yes

MC Name: WaveLincoln

Character's Name: Cesar Franciscito de Pelear

Character's Race: Human

What magic(s) will you be learning?

         Bardmancy

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         {field_value_154}

What altar did you learn this magic from?

         ST signed, self teach bardmancy tome in the tent of the Bardmancy College in Nor'Asath

MC names of ST who oversaw your event and whoever accompanied you:

         The_Amazing_Sewer (ST) , umjammerlamming (ST), Sir_Bongo (Their character introduced me to Bardmancy and to the bardmancy tome in rp. They also gave me keys to the bardmancy tent and offered to help me learn in rp)

Offer an explanation of the magic(s) you are learning:

Bardmancy is a form of housemagery focused on the arts. The enhancement of artistic expression is the main focus of bardmancy. There are four cohorts (masteries) of bardmancy. Every two cohorts takes up one magic slot. Thus, in order to master all four cohorts, one must use two of their magic slots to accomplish such. The four cohorts of bardmancy are: Aesthetic, movement, sound and word. 

Aesthetic: This cohort of bardmancy focuses on mainly the movement of drawings, engravings and carvings. It relies on the audience's sight to accomplish this. This is done by locking mana to form a mana seal upon an object. 

Movement: This cohort of bardmancy focuses on imbuing magic to one's movements to create visual and sound effects. This relies on the audience's sight and hearing. 

Sound: The bardmancer is able to imbue objects with mana to create sound effects and bring them to life. The bardmancer may also amplify their instruments with mana as well. 

Word: The bardmancer may imbue stories, poems or songs into objects with mana, thus bringing them to life. 

Provide evidence (screenshots) you've interacted with an approved altar with ST supervision:

Coords: (-2397, 92, 2236)

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

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         Yes

Have you applied for this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Name: Bjorn

Race: Highlander Human

Experience: Fought a polar once, house guard for clan Kvitravn

OOC:

Username: WaveLincoln

Discord: wavelincoln

Timezone: EST