garentoft

After having spent his entire family inheritance on a team that was unable to win a single game out of three, Eirik Baruch began to desperately look for sponsors, so that even more money could be poured into this team, which was somehow incapable of winning.

Discord: garentoft#1980 Skin: The Knight of the Blackwater & The Seahorse Bid: 100 & 100

Despite losing twice in a row, hopeful Valwyck Bears fans make several remarks along the lines of "Trust in the process," and "Andrik's at the wheel," before returning home from the Halcourt Eagles Stadium.

Eirik Baruch, seeing his team lose in their first game, which was against a team of people that did not rise above 3'3", proceeded to not only fire his coaches, but also his entire team. The rebuild of the Valwyck Bears (who had only played one game) had begun, and young rising Ayrian basketball star Dougal MacDuff (@Sarmadonn) was called up to captain the team. Furthermore, Andrik J. Baruch (@Drew2_dude) and Frederik K. Baruch (@importanthippo) were called up to be head coach and assistant coach respectively.

The Oracle slaps their knee with glee. They follow it up by incoherently whispering among themselves, which to a passerby must have been pretty uncomfortable.

The Duke of Valwyck plans to expand all of his (and the Duchy's) funds into the Valwyck Bears.

Eirik Baruch notes the absence of the famed Ayrian team, the Valwyck Bears, and also wonders why the Karosgrad team is called the Ravens, instead of the Crows, the national animal of Haense.

heya can i message on you discord just easier for communication would love to let you doodle my character :)

Update: I can talk again.

i hope max wins the championship in your honour my friend

A note was pinned beneath the original and other responses, bearing the seal of House Baruch. "Seek the Castle of Lichtestadt and the town of Lollybroch to the east of Haense, I will personally offer you residence there. Signed, Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck."

Just like tha’, eh? Eirik thought to himself as he stared forward at the decrepit deceased that laid in the bed. The corpse of the cancer-stricken man that had slowly withered away to the tumours within. Idly, he waved a servant to deliver him a glass of water, which he slowly sipped by the bedside. He moved to a chair, and as the rest of his family came and went, he remained seated by the corpse of his father. In truth, he expected something. He expected Ruslan to give a rumble, to awaken suddenly from his state. But day turned to night, and night turned to day, and nothing happened. Yer really dead, an’ it feels like nothin’s changed. It was true, Eirik did not receive the closure he wanted from his father. The two had grown up much apart, they had rarely spoken to each other, despite Eirik’s persistence to try and make a companion out of his father. That, coupled with other things that had struck his mind when he were younger, had thrust the boy into a seven-year reclusion. It had been a few years since he had recovered from it, and perhaps one might have thought that such a pivotal event in one’s life as the death of a father could thrust one right back into it. The news of his cancer had almost done it to him, but not out of fear of losing his father. It was the possibility of never being able to hear an “Ah’m proud o’ ye, Eirik.” or an “Ah love ye, Eirik.” that he had feared back then. Yet, here he sat, by the side of his father’s corpse, never having heard any of those things from him. Now, he remembered those seven years much too vividly. Seven years he had promised himself that he would forget about, seven years that he had abandoned long in the past. A mind ablaze and burning with despair and doubt, misery and anxiety. Only just had she managed to give him the determination to pull himself out of the hole, to regain his footing in the world. And yet, now it was as if the floor shattered beneath him. He rose, and stared down at the limp body. There was no one left in the room, and tears of rage began to fall from his eyes. Furiously, he began to rustle his father’s corpse, begging and screaming for a response, for an affirmation of pride or love, for anything that would confirm that they truly were father and son, for closure. But nothing happened.

Please help.

Ludvig Maximilian Lauritsen, the Prince of the Swans, glanced out of the carriage window as the Haeseni woodlands turned to the Orenian meadows. He patted his legs impatiently as he waited for the carriage to arrive in Providence, Capital of the Orenian Empire that he had heard so many stories about in his homeland. It was nearly a century ago now, but it was in the former capital, Helena, that his great-great-grandfather had made a name for their family in these distant lands. He travelled here with the King of Haense, Sigismund III, who's ancestors with which his great-great-grandfather had also had a close kinship. In truth, history ran rich between his people and the people of Almaris, and now he rode to Providence to attend the social season, to tie that knot properly. He looked back from the window, and flashed his sister, Kirstine Agnes Lauritsen, a wide grin, "Prepare for trouble..." @shay

Lauritz F. Jensen, belonging to the aptly name House of Kalden, smiled brightly as he packed his belongings onto the boat. It had been a long time since he had been with his family, and he wondered so dearly how his siblings were doing.

"What the..." ponders one Eirik Baruch!

what kind of car do u drive

Unluckily for Margot, she was worrying about the wrong sibling. Eirik had set up an elaborate board in his room, drawing lines between various people that he could consider setting up his younger sister with in the future. The full thing spanned his entire bedroom wall, various doodles of Haeseni, Orenian, and Savoyard lords around her aged plastered against it. On a little note in the corner was written: "Institutionalize Annabel," accompanied by an architectural sketch of a mental institution. Nobody quite knew why the Baruch heir was doing this, but it certainly helped him keep his mind off of other things.

i fear the consequences of my own actions

Eirik scratches his chin, "Huh."

The Oracle wakes.

"Seems a bit counter-productive," mumbles Eirik.