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Sometime after Blanche’s death, word came to her mother, Renée Antoinette, by way of an anonymous letter. After opening it, and subsequently being made privy to the passing of one of her children, the aged courtesan began to amble about, blowing out the candles that lit her modest apartment.

“God blessed me with three children,” the woman said softly into the darkness prior to easing herself into a chair by the moonlight, “A useless pirate, an esteemed duchess, and a harlot like me — in that order.” she murmured, shaking her head in despair.

“A mother should never outlive a child of hers, especially a sinner like I am — you were too good for this world, my darling Blanche Thérèse,” Renée cooed, tears beginning to stream down her wrinkled face, “Just like your father was.” the crone finished weakly while peering up at the moon with a fearful expression on her face, her boisterous life flashing before her heavy-lidded eyes.

“It is my sincerest hope that useless John remarries now, so the world can plainly see he is an infertile sword swallower. So the world can know that my dear, God-fearing Wilhelmina was not the barren one.” Renée Antoinette cooed, a gargantuan smile splayed across her face.

Word of the Prince’s grisly death came late to a former Alimar, and His Highness’ only living sibling, Amalie Lovisa de Sarkozy.

“I have made a great folly — I should’ve known my baby brother better... Well...” the imperialized Haeseni stammered, her speech riddled with regret, “Known him at all, actually. Perhaps we could’ve kept him safe!” she wailed before burying her tearful face into her husband’s shoulder.

3 minutes ago, ScreamingDingo said:

 

 

 

The Aeldenic Suppression Society are seen walking around the hold of Nova Horos, the mention of the Almarian conflict has caused strife within those foreign to the continent. People are taken from homes, vanishing with those that hold ties to the lands of the descendants. A few strange remnants of Renatian and Horenic supporters are taken to the shadows, murders and disappearances litter those who whisper in the taverns and establishments of the grand city.

 

Any or all mentions of the strange conflict are suppressed throughout the continent. One society exists and that is Aeldin itself, to say otherwise is punishable by death.

 

 

“F*** the police.” said Renée with a shrug.

Worlds away in the continent of Aeldin, Renée Antoinette read this missive with an ecstatic expression plastered on her visage,

”Let us hope that this is the insurgence that will bring that paltry excuse for an empire to an end,” Madame Rothesay paused, “Though, I suppose it is not entirely correct to refer to it as an empire anymore, seeing as it managed to lose it’s only vassal kingdom.” she then released a brief laugh.

”Ave Sedan.” the aged courtesan sang prior to ashing her blunt in a bowl that had Anne I’s gaunt face painted on it.

The Countess-consort of Pompourelia, Amalie Alimar, was excited to see her brother’s new crib.

The mother of the widow, Renée Antoinette, was informed of the passing later than most, due to her residence being worlds away from the lands of Oren. She then swatted away the hands of her bedmate, jumped up, and began to vigorously pen a letter:

While I may not have been your father’s wife, I was a young widow all the same. I knew when I asked our dear Wilhelmina to secure your marriage, your fate would be similar to mine, yet wholly different.

You have made me proud, Blanche. It is every mother’s deepest wish that her daughter becomes a greater woman than she, and you have become exactly that: you are benevolent, honest, and dignified.

You broke the line of dishonest women of which you descend from — fight through your sorrows and ensure that our Margaux upholds your legacy.

I love you with all of my heart,

Ta mère

@ShannonLeigh

“Ah, finally one of those tramps decided to allot me credit after stealing my event format. It seems that the art of paying homage to the broad before you has gone unpracticed for decades.” Cesarina of Marna said dismissively with a shrug from her fiery demesne.

”Though, why must be she be a damn Pruvia.” the Marnantine finished off with a condescending laugh.

“Why does my halfwit of a son not use the surname his father and I lovingly gave unto him and his siblings,” Renée made pronounced in a displeased manner to a confidante.

“Ah, I know why,” she began, wagging one of her supple fingers about, “He has made it abundantly clear that his sole purpose in this world is to be Anne’s mangy dog, complete with a dung-coated pirate costume.” the lady emitted with venomous disgust, jumping up from her seat and marching off.

From some wealthy man’s bed Renée smiled the Sun’s Smile as she peered at her two daughter’s absolutely amazing works of art .

From her austere domain in the Seven Skies, Reza Elizaveta performed a firm nod after perusing the document with an exceedingly critical eye. Shortly after, the Kovachev decidedly placed it on a golden stand of hers — endorsing this literary work forevermore.

Simultaneously, Eleanor of Lotharingia fiddled with her golden tresses while complaining incessantly about how there was no Auvergnian copy of the writing in question. Her Southern grumbling was largely ignored by her fellow deceased queens.

       The Harlot of Leone’s race has been run.

      There Renée sat wistfully. A woman of an abundance of aliases, riches, and especially fame, reduced to nothing more than a lonely old tramp in a matter of mere minutes.

      The Aeldinite was no fool, she had always seen this day coming, even at the meager age of eighteen when she was first escorted to the private apartments of the Emperor. The tart reflected heavily on that moment now, remembering how her heavy-lidded, youthful eyes gazed into the night sky from a place she had dug for herself on the state bed, and how even then she could so clearly see between the stars her bittersweet destiny.

      The Novellen Palace had been Madame Rothesay’s home for nearly two glorious decades, and she outright refused to allow anyone the pleasure of evicting her. For days she had had the entirety of her belongings, and a few parting gifts from His Imperial Majesty, primed and ready to depart at a moment’s notice. That aforementioned moment came during the hours in which it became painfully apparent that her beloved Petey would not survive the night.

      In the midst of incessant visits to an unconscious state, the Emperor managed to perform his firmest nod in weeks by way of his Maîtresse-en-titre. She of course took that as her signal, and after she whispered her final worldly words to her dearest sovereign, the paramour was gone in a flash.

      Her three foremost achievements in life: Leopold, Blanche, and Heloïse, escorted their mother all the way from the deepest depths of the Novellen to it’s front gate. Ever the staunchest guardian of her children’s emotions, she opted to make their fall from grace as pleasant as possible: the Auvergnian made them laugh, told them endearing stories from their early youths, and most importantly, kept their tears at bay for the time being. When they finally reached the border between the palatial residence and the city, they were met with an exceedingly garish golden carriage that bore the initials of Renée and her significant other. Succeeding their introduction to the opulent coach, the mother made quick, albeit tremendously heartfelt work of imparting nurturing words of wisdom and affectionate well wishes to each and every one of her offspring.

      Then, her son leaned forward to open the door of his mother’s beautiful cage, and her two daughters took in hand the train of her panniered golden gown, and Renée eased herself into exile. Not too long after, bells began to blaringly ring throughout the city, announcing the death of a monarch and the ascension of another, and the now abandoned lover began to pound her hand fan so harshly against the roof of her enclosure that it abruptly snapped. With that dejected cue, reins were yanked, horses fiercely galloped, and tears were shed.

      Thus, the tale of a courtesan, a mistress, a conspirator, a mother, an orphan, and most importantly, a woman, came to a close.

Renée Antoinette stood dutifully by the bedside of the love of her life, doing any and everything bid of her by the various medics.

The Harlot of Leone wept in honor of such an absolute king .

Deep within the confines of the Novellen Palace, the mistress of Emperor Peter, Renée Antoinette, received this missive by way of a nondescript servant. She of course thanked the aforementioned man, then perused the vellum infront of her with an abundance of satisfaction.

Abruptly, she rose up from her embroidered daybed, a spectacle of swirling powdered tresses and clonking panniers, before going to face her three children: Leopold, Blanche, and Héloïse. The Auvergnian donned a gargantuan smile as she lofted up the parchment before them,

“It was not in the stars for my unfortunate Theresa. However, this one, this Wilhelmina,” she started off with a purr, the three youths staring at her with widened eyes, “She is just as kindhearted, if not more than the Selmite girl. Trust in me that you all will forever have an ally in this bride-to-be.” the Maîtresse-en-titre finished mirthfully, her smile morphing into something akin to a smirk as she sashayed forward, presumably to embrace her offspring.

Subsequently, a certain mother of five, Cesarina Louise of Marna, traversed the winding, fiery halls of her wicked dominion with an exaggerated swagger in her pint-sized steps. Then, the tiny, black-hearted woman cocked her powdered head back, and emitted a foul, shrill laughter that was ten times over bigger than her meager frame.

The cackle echoed throughout the endless, ablaze depths of the underworld. Shortly after, a crimson red hand bedecked with jagged pitch black talons gripped the woman’s shoulder. Cesarina then looked up at the creature affectionately, even going as far to splay a gentle hand on it’s cheek.

“If all goes well, you and I shall have a pet soon.” the damned Marnan cooed.

The Maitresse-en-titre, Renée Antoinette, endorses this message with an abundance of fervor.

IN REMEMBRANCE OF 

THE WAR OF 

TWO EMPERORS: 

A FESTIVAL

The Nenzing Proclamation, by Diane-Renée of Angoulême (ca. 1732)

       In peaceful, prosperous times such as these, it is altogether too easy to forget that only a few decades ago these thriving lands were once embroiled in a most foul conflict: the War of Two Emperors.

       As the Orenians of today, it is our foremost duty to pay respects to the Orenians of yesterday. In order to properly showcase our ample gratitude for the painstaking efforts of our esteemed veterans, there shall be a festival thrown in their honor.

Overview

The fair, akin to all good events, will be broken up into subsequent parts.

• First, a military parade showcasing Orenian might. Veterans, naturally, will act as the leaders of the charge.

• Second, a ceremony in which medals will be doled out to our beloved veterans.

• Third, festival goers shall be afforded the privilege of browsing a vast array of stalls that will be selling commodities ranging from war memorabilia to food.

• Fourth, a play performed by Helena’s very own Imperial Association of the Performing Arts! The aforementioned theatrical piece will be a dramatization set during the War of the Two Emperors, of course. 

• Fifth, the unveiling of the highly anticipated war memorial.

OOC

This event will happen in HELENA on SAT, JUNE 6 at 4PM EST

IN NOMINE DEI,

Madame Renée Antoinette Rothesay,

Chancellor of the Imperial Association of Culture

VIE

Á

LA 

COUR

     On the heels of Madame Rothesay’s arrival at court, and Oren as a whole, the Aeldinian has been encouraged by the Emperor to conjure up a way to seamlessly implement the courtly traditions of her homeland onto the Imperial court.

     The aforementioned Madame Rothesay has opted to introduce “Vie á la Cour” (literally Auvergnian for: “Life at Court”) to the esteemed courtiers of Novellen Palace as a means of completing the task assigned to her by her revered sovereign.

Overview

     “Vie á la Cour” is, in the simplest of terms manageable, an umbrella term referring to any occurrence happening at a royal or Imperial court that entails a sequence of events in itself. For instance, the aforesaid phrase can be applied to any occasion with as many as five, or even as few as two activities transpiring after the other.

Stage One: a Feast of Foreign Delicacies

     Arguably the greatest way to welcome, and captivate, guests is to feed them as soon as possible. Therefore, it has been decided that a dinner of epic proportions will serve as the introduction of this evening of revelry.

     The menu of this banquet is going to be solely made up of afamed, however mildly controversial, delicacies from across the world. Acquired tastes such as, but not limited to: peacock, swan, pineapple, and escargot shall be served. Courtiers with severe allergies will be accommodated with a traditional Orenian meal, though these will be provided on a first come, first served basis.

Stage Two: a Political Debate

     People commonly fail to remember that nourishing their brain is as integral to living as feeding their worldly body. Our soul and intellect is the one that shall accompany us forever in the after-life, and it is essential that we nurture it as much as humanly possible.

     The friendly debate will feature two participants: one Josephite, one Everardian. As to condense the discussion for practicality’s sake, it will only have two rounds. The speaker who is able to articulate the most eloquently, and maintain a calm disposition, will be awarded a medal.

     As for the topic of the debate? It shall be: is your respective party the future of Oren, and why?

Stage Three: Gambling

     To calm the tensions that will inevitably surface after an exchange of views on politics, the night shall end in the ancient pastime of gambling. It is strongly advised to be mindful of the strong possibility that such a highly publicized event might attract gamblers from all throughout the realm, some less honest than others, so attempt to exercise some degree of restraint with your coin purse.

OOC

This event will happen at Novellen Palace, Helena on SAT, MAY 2 at 7PM EST

IN NOMINE DEI,

Madame Renée Antoinette Rothesay

Upon being briefed about the occurrence in question, Renée Antoinette Rothesay lofted a brow,

”You know,” she began, going to cross her legs now, “Prior to this happening, I had always imagined it was not in the nature of Highlanders to flee. Perhaps I have been proven wrong,” the woman let out casually while running a finger through the strands of her powdered wig.

”Or, perhaps, and this is far more likely, this Cedric is no true King of the Highlanders — or even a Highlander at all.” The Rothesay said to her revered, and considerably older companion. Shortly after her statement, her painted lips curled into a wide grin, and she and the aged man found themselves trapped in a flurry of laughter.

Upon being informed of the abrupt passing of the reputable Queen-Mother, a lively childling by the name of Amalie Lovisa found herself in a flurry of tears.

”No, no...” the youth protested, “Not my favorite Alimar!” Amalie exclaimed, shaking her head with great fervor.

As Amalie’s mother began to comfort her, she suddenly stopped her display of melancholy. The girl then wiped her own tears and attempted to lock eyes with her mother,

“Wait...” she began, lofting a brow, “She liked taking me to church – she is probably just hiding there. We can check later!” the girl declared with great confidence.

The mother of the very self-assured little one, Margaret of Kaedrin, opted to simply nod her head and continue to embrace her daughter.

Wow Nathan is hilarious ?

7 minutes ago, Eddywilson2 said:

Couple things about this.

 

First off, you weren’t the first Queen-Consort of Haense. That title goes to the esteemed @yopplwasupxxxduring my reign as Petyr I. 
 

The second part, you bring up a valid point. In generations past, Haense has done a poor job at involving the Queen-Consort in roleplay. We have just started fleshing out the powers of the Queen-Consort. As you may have seen, @Eryanehas been the pioneer in doing so. I highly advise you to check out her multitude of posts and responsibilities in the Haense section. It is an issue we are working to flesh out and solve.

 

I wouldn’t attack Haense solely on this either. Every kingdom has a problem bringing their leader’s spouse into playing a role. However, if you look at every nation, I’d say Haense is leading the way in doing so. 

bye eddy she was a dead npc and at the time yoppl was playing an imperial court eunuch but no bull sh*t besides that personal jab I am actually glad y’all are doing better and I’m glad y’all are being progressive and more receptive! It is always good to make the consort feel included and less like a pointless trinket, good luck to her and all of you 

30 minutes ago, Eddywilson2 said:

Axelu, it wasn’t always like this. I speak of the early times of Haense. However, whether you agree or not is your prerogative so I won’t argue that.

 

This post was shared with the leadership prior to being made. We agreed to post it as it is something that needs to be worked on. The leadership is not in the right here either. We ALL need to work towards a better community, and that starts there.

I’m just gonna be honest Haense has never been perfect. I played the first Queen of Haense and there has ALWAYS been a disconnect between the person playing the queen (especially if they’re a genderbender) and the rest of the leadership. WHILE I DO LOVE HAENSE, there also was always an underlying issue of disrespect for the person playing the queen since you guys seem to not want to give them any real responsibilities.

What y’all need to do, and the rest of LOTC needs to do, is to stop allowing people to play your consort whether you’re an emperor, king, duke, whatever, if you’re going to bar them from knowledge, put them in a box that contains little more than ‘throw a ball XD Lol’, and then insult them because you think they are not competent enough to play an active role in the politics of the kingdom and their corresponding command chats like Seannie just did in this thread.

Deep in the Seven Skies, the first Queen-Consort of Haense, Reza Elizaveta, had constructed a dwelling of sorts where she, and all of the Haeseni royal consorts that came after her, could convene and discuss their highs and lows, pray for their living loved one’s, and simply enjoy each other's regal company.

However, on this certain day, their newest addition, Milena of Adria, was noticeably absent.

“While I can sympathize with the poor girl for having a neglectful husband that donned the name ‘Andrik’, oh, and being accused of being imperial crony. She certainly did not have to commit adultery – she has gone too far, and quite possibly has sullied the legitimacy of our descendants.” Reza proclaimed, shaking her head.

Then, suddenly, the most Southern of all of the Queens of Haense, Eleanor of Lotharingia, raised a hand,

”What did the old crone say? I do not speak Raev Botch.” the Lotharingian said.

”Someone get that Savoyard out of here! She does not even go here!” Reza demanded furiously.

(( I don’t know the ooc details of this situation but I do not like seeing a playerbase that has a special place in my heart argue back and forth like this on the forums. Haense has always been known as the most positive and receptive human playerbase – let’s keep it that way guys. No matter how each party feels about the other, Axelu was still a good queen and did a great deal for Haense, and I know those who dislike him have done a lot of Haense as well, and has been around for years. Let RP be RP guys! No need to bring screenshots into it. Or to gang up on him.