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Franz read the missive with a grand smile then did a double, no, triple take.

Franz sat himself down in the tavern with sacks of mina, three-hundred fifty to be exact.

Upon signing the contract Franz turned and grinned maliciously at his partners in crime @sashimichopped @exqoisite

John Leufroy Lewes cheered upon the arrival of the ship!

Union of Colborn and Sarkozic Depiction of the couple dancing on their wedding day, c. 1898 We welcome friends and family from across the realm to witness the marriage of the Artiev Edric Colborn to the beautiful lady Esteri Adrienne of Sarkozic in the Chapel of Saint Emma of Woldzmir in Petra on the 20th of Todias’ Bounty, 1898. The wedding will be followed by a reception in the local Tavern on Ludwig Square five where attendees will be encouraged to participate in conversation and dance. SIGNED, HIS LORDSHIP, Lord Artiev Edric Colborn HER LADYSHIP, Lady Esteri Adrienne of Sarkozic

Franz modifies the list of invitations. @exqoisite

A REKINDLED FLAME A painting of Franz and Beatrice, c. 1898 The Houses of Sarkozic and Halcourt invite all friends and family from across the realm and beyond to witness the union of the childhood friends Franz Arthur Sarkozic and Beatrice Cateline Halcourt. The union shall take place in Basilica la Sorella in Balian on the 18th of the Sun’s Smile, 1898. The Invitation extends to: His Majesty, John I, King of Balian and his royal pedigree Invitation to the entire nobility of the Realm Dame Catherine Anastasia, Duchess of Westmarch and her noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Louis Joseph de Rosius, Margrave of Haute-Epine, Baron of Rosius, Lord of Mont Louis, Patriarch of House Rosius and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Heinrik Otto Sarkozic var Veletzia, Count of Veletzia and his noble pedigree The Honourable, Nicoletta Anastasie Halcourt, Baroness of Artois and her noble pedigree The Honourable, Austina Prudence Aldersberg, Baroness of Aldersberg and her noble pedigree The Chivalrous, Ser Emir "The Irrepressible" of Abbassia, Patriarch of House d'Abbassia and his pedigree SIGNED, THE HONOURABLE, Lord Franz Arthur Sarkozic var Sapron, Baron of Sapron HER LADYSHIP, Lady Beatrice Cateline of Halcourt

Franz Arthur Sarkozic helps mop the floor in preparation of the event!

Franz Arthur Sarkozic, Southern Head of House Sarkozic signs and comments "Vivat Corvus"

Fealty to Balian c. 1895 The House of Sarkozic has been presented with a seemingly everlasting dilemma with the fall of the Kingdom of Oren. In this time of constant uncertainty the patriarch of Sarkozic, Franz Arthur, travelled on foot from Sedan with his fellow crows to Balian. There he knelt before the King John of Balian and swore his everlasting fealty. Let it be known to all that the House Sarkozic pledge their allegiance on this day, the 24th of Horen’s Calling 1895, to King John of House Novellen, the sovereign one true sovereign of Balian. The ancient house swears to uphold all Balianian values and offers support to their new King. In return, the house finally returns to a time of peace and stability and with that, prosperity. Long live the Kingdom of Balian Long live the King Signed, Patriarch of Sarkozic, Franz Arthur

Franz prepares a dress and a wig of woven yarn with every intention of making an appearance.

The Baron, Franz of Pompourelia, inhaled another lemon cake with even more reason to celebrate!

Franz cleared his throat and began to recite a quote from the peace treaty between Acre and Oren "The third condition, The men and women still loyal to the now-dissolved Oren, shall be allowed to go free, to wherever they so wish. They are the masters of their own destinies, and shall have the choice of where they reside and dwell. No grudges will be held against them."

Franz sighed at the missive that lay on the counter before him. He soon swiveled about on his heel, continuing his raiding of Vienne by stuffing jewelry into his overflowing satchel. "This one looks expensive?" He held up a diamond ring for his two accomplices to see.

Otis de Rosius looks down upon the Rosius family with pride.

BRING THIS BACK

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Franz Arthur belongs in a zoo.

The amount of hookah Artemes had smoked definitely stunted Franz's growth but that didn't stop him from crying.

OOC IGN: Matheaww Discord: Matti#2192 ---------------- IC Name: Antonius Carolus Helane Race: Heartlander Is there any cause, code, brotherhood or institution which you wish to support or otherwise represent in your fight for the Champion’s Belt?: Me

when will you accept im better than you at pvp?

THE CURSED ROSE Baron Otis Maximilian, circa 1837 The smell of roses flew around the air, attracting many insects and some humans - the now fully retired Baron being one of them, leisurely progressing towards the comely bushes. His mind was at calm for once, carelessly enjoying the moment of consolation. He leaned towards the plants, essaying to pick their flowers. “AAH!” An echoing scream spread across the gardens, the man falling to the ground as result of stumbling over a root. The body of the aging man hastening towards the cursed mangle of blossoms, which seemed to fully enclose him. Firstly, the thorns struck his wrist - reminding him of the time when he was bit by a Corcitură and subsequently turning into one. Secondly, his lips were pierced, florid blood slipping into his mouth, remembrance of when he sinfully fed on human prey. Thirdly, a vine with hiss as gentle as the Corcitură that originally glutted on his blood, began twisting around his neck. Tardily exhausting his body of life. Otis blindly pushed and ripped away at the bush, fighting for his existence, but ineffectively as the force of the plant became increasingly strong. The attempts only tore his skin and clothes furthermore, leaving him nearly naked. As the last breaths escaped his mouth, he continuously struggled in silence, reliving the worst and most pleasant moments of his life briskly. From the deaths of his beloved, the births of his children and grandchildren, and so on. Eventually the bush liberated the Baron, but his body laid onto the dirt - lifeless and naked, pale as the daisies nearby.

If this isn't a joke I'm sorry for laughing