NovumChase

Aithwin Al-Jabir Aldor sat hunched at the end of an otherwise vacant bed, staring at the giggling, toddling boy on the wooden floor before him. He lived in a house occupied, but empty. Weeks before, his growing love for the child could have overbrimmed; now, eyes blankly upon little Fynn, it was as if someone robbed all notions of love from his chest. Aithwin had fast become an unsouled man: a man whose lifeless gaze was not fit for fatherhood.

And yet, there was something—deep within him, beyond his conscious perception—that continued to stir. Even after this greatest robbery, this theft of his vitality, something fought still for air. Tired, sunken eyes showed forth a flicker, and a small smile flashed across his features as the boy excitedly toyed with a very familiar stuffed elephant—but the smile vanished as quickly as it came, and it would soon again be buried, not to be seen for some time again.

That was now the way of things. An oppressive, hateful mountain of grief, rage and denial had fallen crushingly upon any capacity within Aithwin for joy. Clawing out of it was a distant dream. Even Naya's sincerest words could not break his indignance, and each time his eyes set themselves upon a star, he quietly swore to himself that he would see her again. He would. There could be no doubt. No matter how many dimensions he had to crawl through, emaciated and burning, he would find her.

For now, though, there were matters at hand. Little Fynlo dy Eayst, as he had begun to call the boy—that is, Fynlo of the moon, and Fynn in brief—could not grow up without knowing of his Ummi. Aithwin would live for that fact, and that fact alone if need be. Perhaps it was this which sparked him to smile in spite of the bleakness. In truth, Aithwin may never know; any manner of happiness now felt unnatural, to be sure. But something warred, pushed, and struggled ever upward, urging him to follow Naya's advice and to live in spite of her death. Maybe it was some splinter of Naya herself. In time, he would be wise to cleave forever to it.

MC Name:

         NovumChase

Character's Name:

         Aithwin Aldor

Character's Age:

         38

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Alchemy

Teacher's MC Name:

         WhatASithuation

Teacher's RP Name:

         Athri'annyer Tinuviel

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

         Yes

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

         No

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

         Yes

Still sore from the fight, Aithwin Aldor reads the poem fondly.

“An auspicious day.”

Aithwin Aldor reads of the news in the lamplit, snow-beaten streets of Valdev. As his eyes trace over its final lines, he nods in solemn agreement.

“Veletz shall reap what it has so terribly sown.”

Dwelling far in the skies above, Swithun is honored to have been included in such a many-splendored history!

Name: Julten Whell

Address: 6 Kircheweg, Arichsdorf

Past work experience: Arichsdorf steward

Position applying for: Electoral staff

Romund Aldor is fulfilled to have pledged himself to such a based movement.

RP Name: Romund Aldor

MC Name: NovumChase

Voted: Yes :)

SURNAME: Aldor

FIRST NAME: Romund

ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Pompourelia St. 1

YEAR OF BIRTH: 1790

Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Providence 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)): NovumChase

Romund Aldor reads of the first Aldor with pride, impressed by both the report and the man it depicts.

“A splendid history,”  he comments with a smile as he finishes the final lines.

Romund Aldor was glad to make himself useful in his first days in the capital.

Swithun, now much more a wizened, tough old man than he had been when he watched Robert’s upbringing, cannot help but fall into despondency as he reads the King’s letter to him. Robert, the son of the Sigmar Swithun had so adamantly served, had been the wearer of the crown for so much of Swithun’s adult life—Robert had indeed defined Swithun’s later career and status. As much as he bitterly tries to stifle it, a tear falls from the old man’s face to the paper before he solemnly sets it aside.

“Rest well in the skies above, Your Majesty.”

BULLETIN OF THE JUSTICIARY OF HAENSE

ISSUED ON THE 14TH OF THE SUN’S SMILE, 1707

By the order of Lord Justiciar Swithun of Haense, following a solemn and prolonged trial that was held in the Royal Palace in Reza, Lord Jakob Marius Ludovar was found guilty of all charges levied against him: two counts of bribery, extortion, defamation, impersonating an agent of the state, incitement, adultery, and disturbing the peace. Lord Marius Baruch, prosecuting, called witnesses of significant standing, including the nephew of the accused to testify against Lord Ludovar.

At the start of the trial, Lord Ludovar pleaded not guilty to all charges against him. However, after the Lord Baruch’s constant pressing and the evidence provided by the witnesses, as well as a defense exceptionally lacking in witnesses or other manifestations of contrary evidence, Lord Ludovar pleaded guilty to all charges except Adultery and Extortion, although the Lord Justiciar eventually found him guilty of all charges.

The punishments delivered were as follows:

• Lord Ludovar will be castrated shortly after the adjournment of the trial.
• Lord Ludovar will be subject to a 10,000-mina fine to be paid to the Crown at his earliest possible opportunity.
• The Principality of Ulgaard will be revoked from House Ludovar and returned to the Crown.
• The County of Monstadt will be revoked from House Ludovar and returned to House Amador.
• All other titles held by Lord Jakob Ludovar will be passed to his cousin, Ser Henrik Ludovar.
• Lord Ludovar’s marriage to Lady Elisabeth Maria Preussens will be annulled.

In light of the punishments levied, the House of Ludovar will henceforth be styled the Dukes of Kvasz rather than the Princes of Ulgaard.

Signed,

His Excellency, Swithun, Lord Justiciar of Haense.

Lord Marius Karl Baruch, Associate Justiciar, Lead Prosecutor.

His Royal Majesty, King Marius II of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Dules, Lahy, Sorbesborg, Ulgaard and Slesvik, Margrave of Rothswald, Count of Karikhov, Baranya, Kavat, Karovia, Torun, and Kaunas, Viscount of Alamar, Baron of Valwyk, Rostig, Esenstadt, Krepost and Kralta, Lord of the Westfolk, Lord of Markev and Reza, Protector of the Highlanders, et cetera.

Upon reading the doubtlessly myriad letters and notices that reported Elizaveta’s death, Swithun grows only further dismayed; another famed figure of his time had been erased from the world. He does indeed mourn for his former apprentice—although in private—despite the two’s quarrels in their later years.

Swithun looks approvingly over Maria’s plans for Reza, cognizant of her diligence in the service of the city’s security personnel. To those who ask, Swithun would—at the present time—solemnly endorse Maria Kovachev for Maer of Reza.

Username: NovumChase

IC Name: Swithun

Residency/Street address: 8 Sigmund’s Court

Class/Title: Lord Justiciar of the Kingdom of Haense

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Swithun mentally notes the date as he views the notice, resolving to do his best to attend.

“Well done again, Sergei.”

In his dimly-lit study on a faraway isle, Swithun—once a man of some repute in Haense for his bookkeeping and writing among the royals there—reads solemnly over the notice of the wedding. His visits to Haense and his residence there had grown rarer and rarer since he fell out of royal service, and his presence soon drifted to other communities and libraries across Atlas. However, despite this, the scribe—hair now faintly streaked with gray as he climbs into his upper middle age—quietly resolves to attend out of respect for the enduring nobility of the Kingdom of Haense.

“I suppose I was due to come back sooner or later.”

When Swithun at last reads of Sophia’s death, as he sits alone in the stillness of his study, he closes his eyes in silent prayer for his long-time friend. Stony-faced and solemn thereafter, he finds himself unable to rest well that night, and several more nights to come.

Name: Swithun

Year of Birth: 1638

City of Primary Residency: Markev

((MC Name: NovumChase))

APPLICATION FOR MELEE

I - What is your name? Swithun

II - What is your age? 31

III - What is your race? Human

IV - Do you profess to the Creator and the Prophets, and renounce the powers of Iblees and the demonic consorts? Yes.

V - Do you profess the Empire as the one true homeland of humanity? Yes.

MC Name: NovumChase

RP Name: Swithun

Nation: Kingdom of Haense

Age: 28 at age of application

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