KaiserJacobII

Which of your characters has been your favourite? What rp moment has been the most impactful on you, in a good or bad way? How are you so cool?

INAUGURATION OF THE 1ST SENATE EQUES 11th of Harren’s Folly, 1886 As the first election for the Senate Eques comes to a close, we are pleased to announce that the ballots cast in this smooth and honourably conducted election have been counted. The following candidates are now Senators-Elect of our Commonwealth, and are to take their oaths of office to the Constitution as soon as it is feasible: Dame Catherine of Furnestock @AndrewTech Ser Bernard Luc Halcourt @Lyonharted Ser Charles Temesch et Moroe @MCVDK Ser Steiner Alain von Richthofen @Enlightenment Ser Ludwig Johannes von Preussens @Dasdi The Rt. Hon. Baron of Artois shall be conducting the ceremony in the Regent’s stead, representative of the Old Régime’s rights and privileges under the Constitution. All citizens of the Commonwealth of the Petra, and foreign guests, alike are invited to attend the ceremony at Temesch Hall in one Saint’s Day as the first ever government of our Republic is formed. Paul Salvian Temesch et Moere, Regent of the Commonwealth

I don't know you, and you don't know me. Try me.

Arnaud Halcourt smiles brightly as his lifelong friend, his darling sister, finds a man to call her own. His eyes turn sort of misty as he approaches her with a chuckle. "About time, qui?" The baron sounds. @JaneJam

Baron Halcourt, a member of that new Old Régime, raises the Petrine standard over the walls of his manor. A bright, proud smile grows upon his countenance as the folds of black and red flutter in the soft breeze. He looks over to his cousin, nodding his head. "Indeed we did," he replies. @Lyonharted

PENNED ON THE 10TH OF SIGISMUND’s END, 1884 The banks of the Petra ~Circa, 1880~ Oh, Petra! Let your maternal waters flowth o’er banks and across the land And Petra, deep and wide water; land of my forefathers I shall not betray you, I shall stand and I am at your command And I shall be buried on your banks Petra, flowing water! Bring wealth, health, and liberty To every true son and daughter Let your waters run free, ne’er ice-o’er, or run dry Like the bounty of your fields and fens From valley low to hillside high Let your freedom ring! Petra, flowing water! Bring wealth, health, and liberty To every true son and daughter Those few, true who kneel to drink from her banks Let their wits be e’er sharp, and swords sharper To stand as a fellow in her proud ranks Is the greatest honour of all Petra, flowing water! Bring wealth, health, and liberty To every true son and daughter When I die, I wish to be buried in her green hills And if I ride home no more I will ask that honour she fulfills And I shall ask no more from her Petra, flowing water! Bring wealth, health, and liberty To every true son and daughter Bring wealth, health, and liberty To every true son and daughter! Penned, The Honourable, Lord Arnaud Halcourt, Baron d’Artois, Patriarche d'Halcourt

Arnaud Halcourt clambers onto the tiled roof of Artois, in opposition to the advice and concerns of his chamberlain. From there, the baron watches the golden sun rise over the glittering Petra. He takes out a small, leather-bound book and puts pen to paper.

A depiction of the Halcourt twins, shortly before they both caught a terrible cold ~Circa, 1883~ Penned 3rd of Sun's Smile, 1884 TO ALL OUR PEERS WITHIN THE CONFEDERATION, Last fall two twins were born to my wife and I in the house of Artois. Joy quickly turned to dread as shortly after their births, they caught a terrible cold. Our family physician declared their chances of surviving the winter near naught. Heartbroken, I chose not to announce their births. Now I am ecstatic to announce that the twins not only survived the winter, but have been made stronger for it. Being a twin is a rare privilege that I myself am honoured to have, as my twin sister Lady Béatrice was born a few minutes after me. Much like Béatrice, they share the proud scarlet hair of my father, and myself. Without any further ado, on the behalf of all of house Halcourt, I would like to—belated, albeit—announce the births of: Lady Nicoletta Anastasie Halcourt, Heiress-Apparent d’Artois, and @slattador Lord Arnaud Philippe Halcourt @sashimichopped May they grow wise and strong, and lead our newborn confederation into a bright future. Signed, The Honourable, Lord Arnaud Halcourt, Baron d’Artois, Patriarche d'Halcourt The Honourable, Lady Henrietta Halcourt, Baroness d’Artois Lady d’Artois and her newborn daughter ~Circa, 1884~ Penned 5th of Sun's Smile, 1884 TO ALL OUR PEERS WITHIN THE CONFEDERATION, I am glad to announce the birth of an additional daughter. She was born just after the long-awaited collapse of the Orenian petty Kingdom, and is one of the first children of a new, liberated era. Her name shall be: Lady Francine Lucille Halcourt @scarahpot She shall be named partially in honour of her grandmother, whom she reminds me of. I hope she has the wisdom and wit of that great woman, and not the smoking habits. Signed, The Honourable, Lord Arnaud Halcourt, Baron d’Artois, Patriarche d'Halcourt The Honourable, Lady Henrietta Halcourt, Baroness d’Artois

Baron Halcourt smiles as he looks out over the golden fields that stretch from Artois to the road. "Peace at last," he hums to his wife.

AS AGREED, Let it be known that within the lands under the administration of the House Halcourt, the Barony of Artois, and the lands under the administration of House Vilain, the Barony of Acre, from this day and thenceforth these terms are binding: I. The Barony of Artois, and all her denizens, shall withdraw from any conflict with Acre and her allies, and declare their animosity toward Oren and her allies. II. The Barony of Artois and the Barony of Acre shall enter a mutual defence pact. III. Artois shall not knowingly harbour any enemies of Acre, nor Acre of Artois. All the above agreements shall stand until, and be reevaluated upon victory over Oren. Signed, The Honourable, Lord Arnaud Halcourt, Baron of Artois, Patriarche d'Halcourt Sir Hannes de Vilain, Baron of Acre, Father of All

PENNED ON THE 16TH OF OWYN’S FLAME, 1883 Lord Halcourt & Lady von Preussens mourning over the Baroness’ lifeless body. [!] Travelling between vassals of the Kingdom and Castle de Vilain, a courier wears the colours of gold and teal of Halcourt, spreading a certain missive which read ; It is with great regret that I must inform you all of my beloved Mother’s passing. The Lady Evangéline Halcourt d’Artois was a light to the others in her life, and we know that many of her friends and family may find themselves confused at her final end. In truth, she died as she lived. On the fateful evening, Lady Evangéline found herself in my study, entreating myself and my blessed betrothed on the affairs of our realm. Perhaps due to my negligence, I had mentioned again the worrisome capture of my brother, whom our Mother cared deeply for. At the same time, she had meant to spit out a leftover piece of a cigarette she had been smoking, the fourteenth of the day. With the mention of her other son, a gasp had left her lips, and unfortunately the piece became lodged in her throat. We attempted all manner of manoeuvres to get it dislodged, but alas, GOD chose that night to become her final day. We are sad to see her go, but glad to watch her leave, as she has left us doing what she loved. May she find as much smoke as she can withstand in the afterlife. GOD bless. SIGNED, THE HONOURABLE, Arnaud Godwin Halcourt d’Artois, Baron of Artois HER LADYSHIP, Henrietta Wilhelmine von Preussens, Baroness consort to-be

Smaller map CT on a separate island, not in the middle of the map Unique, interactive biomes (not just plains/forest #24)

cya lion

Arnaud Halcourt turns to Henrietta @sondher, flashing a small smile. "Soon it shall be our hour," he hums.