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I. Name: Aylwin Blaxton II. Age: 29 IIa. Date of Birth [If Known]: 10th Snow Maiden, 1572 IIb. Location of Birth [If Known]: Mondstadt III. Race [Human/Elf]: Human IIIa. Culture [Heartlander, Highlander, Wood Elf, etc.]: Highlander IV. Status of Blood [Nobility, Gentry, Commoner, Former Nobility, etc.]: Commoner V. Place of Residence: Mondstadt VI. Martial Knowledge [Trained in Weaponry, Archer, etc.]: Men-At-Arms for Mondstadt, Decent Archer. VII. Skilled Labor [Farmer, Lumberjack, etc.]: Veteran Miner and Fair Leatherworker. OOC MC Name: MarquisAlex Skype ID: u have it

=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= Dies irae, dies illa Solvet saeclum in favilla Godwin, et cum concursus Joren Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus Day of Wrath, that day Shall Consume the World in Ashes When Godwin and Joren Melee When the Judge is Come What Trembling is to be. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= A Short Poem by Aylwin Blaxton, In honour of H.H Daniel IV. Canonist and Proud.

========================================= A depiction by mummers of the current orations in the Kingdom of Courland & the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska =========================================

The Memoirs of Aylwin Blaxton - Book 1 Warning: NO META - These memoirs are OOC information until Aylwin Blaxton dies, then they will become common knowledge IC. "The convictions of my education shall carry me forward" Redacted Artist, "The view of the Greyspine Mountains, from the forest road below." c.1595. Chapter 1: From the nest. The soft winter snows of the Haense slowly cascade from the sky as a young man exits the Church of St.Karlsburg, the silken snowflakes catching to his curly brown locks and bushy brown beard, whilst the doors of God's house squeamishly close behind him. alma mater. For three years now, Aylwin Blaxton has been studying within the strong walls of Karlburg, seat of the infant Marius I Barnabov. His education, under the tutelage of the church, has been concerned with the politics of the realms of men; the faction squabbles that attempt to convince and coerce those that hold power, the influences of the 'higher beings' to preserve the virtues of this world within the context of the saints and other-worldly beings, as well as the nature of feudalism as a conduit for maintaining and securing power. Yet for all his knowledge of the politics of the human world, for all the lessons he had learned during his Artium Baccalaureus, it would not have prepared him for the news he would receive. Father, Mother, both of them dead at the hands of bandits. Lawless raiders, who had slain the good townsfolk of Mondstadt for the riches and resources that it had to offer, before rolling back into the forests and out of the sights of the military. Such was the case of late, with rumours circulating that the young Baron Owyn Amador was taken into the House of Barnabov, for his own safety. Father was a travelling merchant of Amador, whilst his mother was a simple serf, working the lands of the Baron. It was now Alywin's job to collect the meagre hundred-minas that was left for him by his father, the rest stolen by those raiders, who now had the blood on their hands of innocents. He travelled to the keep of Barnabov and there met the Baron Amador, requesting his inheritance and a house within the walls of Mondstadt to call his own, which was duly granted to him because of the circumstances he found himself in. On the way from Karlsburg to Mondstadt, the infant Baron enquired to the education that Aylwin received under the church, to which Aylwin replied honestly and humbly. With an interest in the answer he received, the Lord Amador offered to bring this young student, who was only a decade his elder, to the courts of Kings and Nobility. How could such a possibility be refused? It could not, alia iacta est, carpe diem. This was how a recent graduate from St.Karlburg, with no wealth or high social status, was given the opportunity to meet those he had written of in his works, dei gratia. Chapter 2: The first task. Redacted Artist, "Dorm Amador, Steward of Mondstadt" c.1593. Mondstadt was an interesting barony, with stone walls that protected the homes and municipal industries that swerved down the street, like the sea shells that could be found on the Hanseti-Coast. At the centre of the shell that was Mondstadt, sat a large wooden manor with blue and white banners flying from the walls and windows, the Amador Manor. With a gracious greeting from the townsfolk of Mondstadt, alongside provisions and his old family home, I summoned to this manor. Inside, the old stone hearth flickered with wisps of flame dancing shadows over the wooden beams of the halls, whilst the shadowy figures stood in the court of the Baron. The first, and most obvious, was the Baron himself. Baron Owyn Amador, a child who had not yet seen his fourteenth winter in this world, yet attempted to be the Baron that the peasantry and low-borns like myself looked up to for protection. Stood opposite him were two individuals: Sandry Farsight and his young daughter, Annebelle Farsight. Sandry was a gruff individual, with a scar down the left-hand side of his face, barely missing his eye as it reached down into a small beard. He donned the Tabbard of House Amador, for whom he worked as the principle commander of the Amador forces. The shadow that was curled up next to him, clinging that tabbard was Annebelle, a Young Highlander beauty with long strands of dark hair and large eyes that took in all that was around her. After making formal introductions, the Baron sat himself on the central throne of the Court, whilst the Farsights took up a nearby bench. It was the Lord Baron's wish that I be sent off outside the realms of this Kingdom, in search of a potential love-match for himself, to continue House Amador's noble lineage. And while I was at it, attempt to find a potential love match for Dorm Amador also, whose recent attempts failed. At this time, the Holy Orenian Empire was no longer an aspect of this Axios. Johannsburg, once the seat of Imperium for the human races of Tahn, was now a ruin. The air around it was thick with a dark blue mist, which was blisteringly cold to inhale and was said to could cause insanity or death to those who ventured too close. This capital sat in the middle of the Valley of the Emperors, past the Greyspine Mountains. Since the death of that Empire, the Realms of the Horen had undergone a mass balkanization in, where the ducal seats of the former empire transformed into the Kingdoms of Hanseti-Ruska, Courland, Lotharingia, Norland and the Westerlands. I was thus sent first to speak to the nobles of the Kingdom of Lotharingia, once the ducal realm of Lorraine-Savoy, seat of House d'Amaury. It was, thus, that I mounted the courser-horse that was granted to me with a Diplomatic writ, before speeding beyond the Valley of the Emperors to the vast savannah beyond, towards Ponce. Chapter 3: Architect of Bridges. Redacted Artist, "A Noble Marriage" c.1597. The mission to the Kingdom of Lotharingia had took me to see many of the surrounding fiefdoms which dotted the Lorraine-Savoy landscape. Places such as the Barony of Ponce, the County of Cleves, the Ruins of the Chancellery and Amien. All places which ignited my imagination of the glory that was the Kingdom of Lotharingia. The King of Lotharingia, John d'Amaury, had recently died. He had left his wife ruling as the regent of the Kingdom, with the help of the lords of the land, in the stead of the new heir to the Throne, Lothar d'Amaury. It was my mission to talk to the Queen-Regent Charlotte and her court, to look for potential love matches for the Lord-Baron Owyn Amador. Clutching my diplomatic writ, I arrived at Metz, the Captital of the Kingdom of Lotharingia. Riding up the steps on my horse, I travelled towards the Keep, where the knights of the holy order of St.Lother were guarding and patrolling. Presenting my writ, I was taken into the Court. I found myself stunned to find the Young heir to the throne in the court of the Kingdom, instead of his Mother or his lords. Whilst attempting to maintain a level of dignity and humility before the young King-to-Be, I present my diplomatic writ, explaining my travel in these lands. I made it a matter of professional principle to carry these diplomatic writs with me throughout any of the realms that I travelled to, as to ensure the protection of myself and any entourage, and to assure the men of the court that I was no enemy to fear. Lothar d'Amaury took well to my travel and allowed me then to seek the Lords of his realm, so that I may ask for potential love matches. With two steps back in a low bow, before turning on the heel towards the door, I thanked the King-to-be for his time and made my way to his Vassals. The first of which was the Lord-Despot of Nicaea, Constantinos Palaiologos. He was a lively fellow, with a large, bushy beard as mine. He welcomed me into his Court and stated that he did have a daughter that he wished to marry off, which I made quick work to note down. Thanking him for his time, I offered that myself and the Baron Amador arrive some time in the future to discuss the detail, to which he agreed. I made my way through the various different vassal-lands of Lotharingia to no avail of a bride, thus taking my results to Mondstadt. The Baron was pleased with the result and made haste his visit to the Despotate of Nicaea, wishing to not waste time with such a potential match. However, once we got there with our small entourage, we found the gates shut and the Despot talking with some of the men of Lotharingia. After they had concluded their business, which was not to be expected, we were permitted into the hold. The Despot Constantinos had the company of whom I believe to have been his nephew, as well as the Lord De Bar, who had been a thorn in my side concerning diplomatic affairs. He had taken to insulting the Lord Amador, but was soon on his way as the arrangements for a betrothal were finalised. I felt so alive with the results I was able to get for the Baron, so pleased... That was until the said Constantinos decided to then leave the regency council of Lotharingia and flee to Courland. Lord Amador was leniant, pleased with the result despite the now lack of a bride, a promising start to the long road ahead. Chapter 4: Trade of Barons. Redacted Artist, "A Sutican Weavery." c.1590. It has been known since as long as there has been men on Tahn that would grant the ennoblement of some families over others: House Amador makes it's money as merchants with the Realms of Men. The same was no different within this new regime of which I found myself in. After the sad dismissal of the Despot Constantinos Palaiologos from the Regency Council of Lotharingia, which left him seeking aid from the Kingdom of Courland, the Baron decided to take matters into his own hands with the matter of finding a bride. In the mean time, I was dispatched to the Trade Federation of Sutica, to attempt to garner friendly relations as I had done in Lotharingia. With quill, ink and parchment, I created the diplomatic writ and began to book sea-passage to the Isle of Sutica. Sutica was off the coast of the continent of Tahn and counted as a continent in it's own right, just like the Realm of Haria. Sutica had run on the basis of a meritocracy and republic, which was spear-headed by a Trade-Princess. It was my mission to talk to the Trade Princess and her ministers and ingratiate myself with them and their culture. Knowing next to nothing of the place or the people, I enquired around Mondstadt and found that the Young Annebelle Farsight had once lived in Sutica as a child. In exchange for teaching her some practice in the art of Diplomacy, I offered to allow her to tag along as my guide, an offer she took up with some fervour. It was on this travel with Annebelle that I learned a great deal about her: she was in love with the Lord Boris Ruthern, Count of Mettenden and Guardian of the Greyspine pass out of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. At first, I placed this down to some childish fantasy. A low-born daughter of a Barony's Military commander, to wed a Count? But as the details grew and grew, I sensed that there was probably a lot of truth to the tale, endeavouring to do my best for the young girl. She also happened to have been a childhood friend of the Baron for as long as she could remember, but was constantly scared of being seen with the Count, for fear that the Baron would disapprove of the match. After this long conversation on the roads and seas, we reach Sutica, where I happened to learn some of the exotic creatures that dwelled within this fine world that GOD had created for us. The Trade-Princess and her Husband, who was the acting Trade minister, received the diplomatic writ signed by Lord Amador without hesitation. A smile cracked on the lips of the Princess, as she realised the prim and proper attitude that was carried forward by myself in such transactions. I admit myself hot-under-the-collar and flustered by her response, but nonetheless attempted to treat her and her husband with the respect they deserved. I spent some time conversing with them and their subject, building the networking lanes that would no doubt prove useful in the future. It was then that the Lord Baron Owyn showed up, carrying in his hand an edict from the King of Haense. Chapter 5: Resolute Realm. Redacted Artist, "Target Practice" 1596. On 14th of Malin’s Welcome, 1598, H.R.H King Marius I Barbanov made a proclamation of a 'Resolute Realm'. Within the document, he asked for the Highlander people to maintain their zealous camaraderie and commitment to the Dual-Monarchy, alongside three virtues of the state: Unity, Honour & Respect. After this, H.R.H King Marius mentioned that a set of new edicts would be coming forward to make this 'Resolute Realm' a reality. I could tell from the wording that this could only spell trouble for House Amador. The proclamation was too nicely worded and hinted at further edicts, which in turn must have meant that these edicts to come were going to be rather unpopular with some level of society, my own thoughts being on the Barony. With a word from the Baron, I set off back to Mondstadt to measure the Barony, but not before the Baron received a Royal Summons to the King's Court. Naturally, the Young Baron asked of me to attend the meeting, to help mediate what may occur. Once in St. Karlsburg, H.R.H King Marius met us inside his keep and quickly shuffled us to a meeting table, as the Queen-Mother organised a meal for our discussion. It would have appeared that the King had been seeing the Lords of the Realm and requested a one-time payment to help with the resolute realm. The Baron Amador decided to pay an amount over the request value, to which the King and Lord Maer Lucas Vanir were most pleased, deciding to dedicate a new library to the Late Baron. I did not believe this to be a true exchange for the sum offered, so then I made a counter-suggestion, with the permission of my Lord. The King and the Maer, saddened that their offer did not seem to match the wishes of the House, agreed to my counter-offer. We left thus on reasonable terms, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Once the meeting was concluded and we were back in Mondstadt, I went into the Amador Office and began to write up a small plenary of the events thus far. The Baron Amador congratulated me on my work, but then passed unto me two new documents: The Vassal Ordinance Edict of 1598 & the Interior Edict of that same year. These two documents placed together allowed me then to see the full picture; The King planned to curb the the powers of the Nobility, by halting the construction of further edifices and limiting their land to a set amount of acres. It became clear to me that, should the Minister of the Interior wish, he would cut down Mondstadt's size considerably and we would be forced to demolish all that the Kingdom did not agree too. This included, though reasonably in my mind, the unfinished keep that Owyn's father had started before he passed away. It was a troubling pair of edicts, but with help from the Wardens of Mondstadt, we began to measure out the dimensions of the Barony to date. It was my hope to converse with the Minister of the Interior, to reach some mediation between House Amador and the Crown's Edicts, which would then make us seem less like reluctant participants. Chapter 6: Interior issues. Redacted Artist, "The Crow Watches" 1598. It was at this point in my youthful-diplomatic career that I gauged the waters that I was to swim were hazardous and likely to end with some trouble down the end of the road. After reading the edicts and measuring out Mondstadt, it became obvious that come clarification of the edicts would be required, for the land that Mondstadt took up was within the limits of set out by the Dual Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. However, this would only be the case if the Interior minister did not wish to compact the Noble lands, for which he held sway now, into neatly organised boxes. Thus I arranged to meet with the Interior Minister, Diedrik Barrow, within the halls of the keep at St. Karlsburg. Diedrik Barrow was a man of short-temperament, quick lip, and ruthless agenda. Throughout his tenure as the Interior Minister for H.R.H King Marius, he had gained a reputation with the Lords of the Realm for being a man who would get his task done, no matter of the costs. At this meeting that I held with him, the initial clarification that I required of the edicts was answered in a short and sharp manner, befitting his prominence. It was his wish to have the Lords of Hanseti-Ruska allocated tidy plots of land, set within strict parameters and made measures to demolish any and all buildings that were surplus to this requirement. So then the second of the questions were thus to follow, requesting for the Minister to wait a while until such time as the Baron Amador may receive Royal Letters announcing his ascension to the title of 'Count'. For a while since these happenings of the state, the Baron Amador had been taking pains to improve his standing within the Kingdom and with the King, donating funds to a library project and being an erstwhile vassal to the Crown of the Dual Monarchy. It was hinted in various conversations that such an arrangement was due to take place. Needless to say, the Minister of the Interior did not take to this news lightly, having planned to march to Mondstadt and begin the demolition of any buildings he believed to be in breach of the Interior Edict. It was only by my persistent persuasion to stay his hand did he decide to do so, after several attempts to deflect such measures as insults to the wisdom of either H.R.H King Marius or the Interior Ministry, much to my frustration. The Minister of the Interior did eventually create an ultimatum, that he would speak to the King on this matter and he would act according to the King's wishes, after several attempts to push down his own ego to emphasise a joint-loyalty to the crown we knelt to. As I did not hear from him after this, I assumed the King took the side of Mondstadt over his Minister. It was then I recieved word from the Baron Amador, summoning me back to Mondstadt for a diplomatic assignment. Chapter 7: When doe meets fawn. Redacted Artist, "Sketch: A Mother's Love" (N.D). Before leaving for Mondstadt, I happened upon a rather young beauty in the streets of St.Karlsburg by the name of Erin Locksey, a steward for the city and merchant. She was a polite and gentle soul, who preferred to make coin in the markets and earn an honest living, rather than deal with the political squabbles of the Lords as I had to. This acquaintance that I had made soon flourished into a decent friendship as I began to talk to her, discovering that she was betrothed to one Johen Van Loden, brother of the now Acting Maer Floris Van Loden, both strapping young men who attempted to set up a Labour Guild in the streets of St.Karlsburg to stimulate the economy of the city. Floris was hit by a stray rock during my conversations with this merchant family, slashing open a segment of his skin on the shoulder, which I attended to with some limited medical knowledge. Fortunately, a doctor with a jungle-like appearance soon came forward to assist Floris Van Loden, as I conversed with him about my role as a Diplomat to the House Amador. He seemed to have taken a liking to me, and I to him. However, I realised that I had spent so much time in conversation with the Van Loden family, that I had neglected to go attend to my Lord's aid! I therefore rushed back over to Mondstadt. The Baron Amador had summoned me to send me back on a diplomatic mission to Lotharingia, in order to purchase a small estate within the Kingdom of Lotharingia, so that it may serve as a trading outlet. His mother, one Anna Sophia Pruvia-Horen, had left home whilst Owyn was still growing up to take up the title of Pruvia-Horen from that of Amador. It was a wish of the Baron to see his mother again and feel her embrace, a sensation that he had not felt in such a long time. Such knowledge of her disappearance had been kept behind closed doors, but I was also ordered to request the now King Lothar d'Amaury to aid in the search for his own Aunt. I wasted no time in going to Metz, marching up to the castle and being permitted entry to the Court of the H.R.H King of Lotharingia, customarily bowing and taking every precaution possible to make it seem that I was not rude to the newly crowned King. After some brief pleasantries within the introduction were carried out, I passed on my diplomatic writ to H.R.H King Lothar and discussed the matter of the estate, to which he requested time to consider the proposal. He also said, though with a very gloomy demeanour, that he would aid in the disappearance of his Aunt, Anna Sophia. As this session of court was adjured for the day, I spent some time talking to the King and his younger brother, before hearing word that the Baron's mother was indeed within the city some days later after I had left. Naturally, I travelled back to Mondstadt to inform the Baron of the news, to which he spent no time preparing his horse to travel personally to Metz. In his entourage, he decided to bring with him my own brother, Ayldan Blaxton. Ayldan had been sent to squire whilst I was sent to the church for education, however, despite being ten years my junior, I was pleased to see him return to family. The Baron also brought with him the darling Annebelle Farsight, whom I thought to now suited to enter the court of royalty. Together, we reached Metz and went to the Keep of H.R.H King Lothar, where we were swiftly permitted entry to the Court. Indeed, Anna Sophia was present in the Court and after presenting the formalities of entering the court and discussing with the King about the estate, the Baron Owyn went to talk alone with his mother and embrace her. The Fawn found his Mother, wishing there and then to potentially turn the trading estate he wished to purchase into a home where he may see his mother more often. Chapter 8: Between the Devil. Redacted Artist, "Throwing down the Gauntlet." 1598. It's at this point in my memoirs that I should pay notice to the nativity I possessed of my station. Like a thunderclap that would disrupt babes from their sleep, a revelation occurred to me: Should they wish to, the enemies of House Amador could see this land purchase as a potential attempt to cede from the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, indeed to create a circumstance which could imperil any of those involved. With this foremost in my thoughts, I rushed Annebelle Farsight and Ayldan Blaxton out of the court and talked with them in a discrete manner. I made no word of a lie when I said that this arrangement should be kept a secret from anyone other than those present, since people could and would die if this information was given to a person with maliceful intent. A mistake I would come to realise soon as Annebelle left the entourage. For you see, House Amador had recently been involved with a couple of insults and disagreements with the Count Boris Ruthern of Mettenden, Annebelle Farsight's betrothed. At the Tourney of Mettenden, the Lord Boris insulted myself and the House Amador, which led to us striking our banners and leaving the tourney to return home. I was thus sent out to attempt to repair relations and receive an apology from Lord Boris, since House Amador had gifted his House the wood that was necessary to create his tourney grounds in the first place. The Lord did agree to apologise for the 'alleged' insult that he had dished out only hours ago, but it did not seem to fixed the rift that I had attempted to patch, despite the Baron being pleased with the result and naming me his Chancellor. After returning to Mondstadt, an army gathered outside of the main gate, with Lord Boris Ruthern and Prince Otto Barbanov at its head. They demanded entry in the name of the King, to which the Baron Amador oblidged, only for us to be arrested and taken to the Court of H.R.H King Marius. Baron Owyn Amador was accused of High Treason, with the intention of ceding from the Dual Kingdom. Indeed the very thing I had attempted to prevent. Lord Boris held within him a zealotry and desire to see House Amador brought low that day, but after the Lady Annebelle was brought forward and attested that the turn of events that I describe to you now here were true, the Princes Otto and Josef judged Lord Amador to not be guilty of High Treason. Instead, blame was laid squarely at my feet, to which I regretfully accepted on the basis of inadequate diplomacy. Oh how I blamed Lord Boris for this humilation to myself and the House Amador, but the fault was mine. Chapter 9: A glass too many. Unknown Artist, "Etching of a Drunk" (N.D). I suppose, back then, I should have been far more grateful to all-mighty GOD and his will. For it was by his will and that of the young Annebelle Farsight, the betrothed of Lord Boris Ruthern of Mettenden, that I had retained by head or any other part of my anatomy. Had it been by his will or that of the Crown-Princes of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, I would have suffered far worse than the indignity that I was to suffer for my naive actions. The Lord Baron Amador was given no choice but to strip me of my rank within his household, lest he wished me to sever me from the neck or from the knuckles. Thus, I went down into the Cellars of the Amador Manor and managed to acquire from those stores a casket of twelve wine bottles. With these bottles, I travelled out of the main hall and passed the gate, where the Lord-Baron was conversing with a stranger, of whom I knew little and cared even less. Instead, I went to a nearby tower for which I held the key to, opening the door and locking myself in. I cannot remember much of what transpired after that event... Only that I took one bottle, after another, after another. Until, finally, I had thrown myself into such a terrible rage that fragments of glass laid around me. I had spent all my energy and anger in this confined space, like a tormented animal locked in a cage, before passing out cold on the stone slabs of the floor. Wine and alcohol caked my Tabard and clothing. Next I knew of it, I was feeling the heavy splashed of water against my face, jerking up out of reaction to the angry faces of Erin Lockley and the Baron Amador. They had taken pains to drag me from my tower and place me in my own bed, where they had spent a large amount of time nursing me through some chronic alcoholic's illness. The Baron Amador and Lady Lockley comforted me in my current situation, before the Lord had to leave to attend formal matters. Erin was kind to me, as if sent by the Saints of the Canonic Church to watch me through this hangover. It was then, whilst conversing over her trade in St.Karlsburg that I hit upon a clever idea. A Lottery. A lottery which would allow the winner to receive an amount of minae, whilst also saving some face from the debacle that was the trial, the source of the House's humiliation. I passed on this idea to the Lord, in time, but how was I to know the effects that would lead us out of the hands of peace and into the lands of war. Chapter 10: A Seminal Tragedy. Redacted Artist, "Finding Prince Meric." 1600. On 10th of the Amber Cold, 1599, the History of the known world came down to a singular, remarkable individual. This young man, whom I had believed to be the epitome of the statesman and diplomat, would be killed in the most horrendous fashion, by a man who would have fervently sought the end of his King's wishes, until they no longer aligned with his. It was on this bitterly cold day that H.R.H King Marius I Barbanov of St. Karlsburg and Hanseti-Ruska called together his Court of Nobles and subjects, to discuss the bitterly accepted Interior act, which the Interior Minister, Diedrik Barrow, had been ruthlessly pursuing. I was stood in a line with the Amador Wardens, near the Baron Amador, and surrounded by an uneasy amount of spectators. The King had scarcely got a word in about the Court and his intentions, firstly to knight a young warrior to his household guard and then to talk on the Resolute Realm before a gust of wind blew into the hall, making the many banners of Barbanov fly near the Princes Otto and Josef. On this coat-tails of this wind, as if by some fantasy, A resplendent gentleman stepped forward into the court, with eyes pinned onto him and a large feeling of dissatisfaction falling like a pale on all. This was the Prince Meric of House Staunton-Hearth. He had come, asking for the King Marius to consider further diplomatic correspondence towards a more amicable relation between the Haense and Courland. A prospect that saw the court fly into uproar. On this moment the Minister Barrow stood behind the Prince, attempting to shove the prince out of the way whilst he was conversing with the king. Such an act was intolerable to myself, once a diplomat too. I was one of a few in that court shouting to the King. This gentleman of another Realm has come to our land offering friendship. Friendship that should be given with like in turn, by offering the Prince Meric diplomatic immunity, until such time has he would have left the realm. My oratory in this regard had been thrown to the abuse of the court, which flew the names of the dead that had been killed at court like many different stones at a martyr, though some did support my opinion. The King scolded the Minister Barrow for his actions and indeed agreed with the Prince Meric for further correspondences. As Barrow stormed off, the Prince ingratiated the King for his wisdom, before setting out himself. It would be the last I saw of the man, who I believed to have acted in such a brave and professional manner. Moments later, when the King had gathered control of the court for what he wished to speak of, a scream echoed from the stone walls. Adrijana Kovachev, a girl of some similarity to the young Annebelle Farsight (though often of much more forceful demeanour) shouted that the Prince had been killed in the streets of Karlsburg. Murdered. Naturally, the Wardens ran out to the scene, but no body was found... instead a blood-trail left behind carried us out of the gate of the capital and into the snows by the wall. The death of Prince Meric of the House Staunton-Hearth, nephew of H.R.H King Tobias Staunton of the Kingdom of Courland, was a deep and sorrowful tragedy which was felt, not only by the people of Courland, but by the Immediate Court of King Marius I Barbanov. The air of hope that had surrounded the Prince's intentions was now quite lost. Lost to the crossbow bolt from a Haenseti-rebel, who took his own interests over that of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, before being smashing the enigmatic Prince's body. It was this event, that I truly believe, that our current plight could have been resolved, as it brought together those with honest intent and sought to foster a peace that the late Prince had desired with H.R.H. King Marius. From this moment onward, Axios had been set adrift, at the mercy of History's Restless Tides. A search for Diedrik Barrow, the Interior Minister with whom I had conversed the realities of the Interior act (1598) later that year, was ordered... though to no avail. Book 2 is Here!

Aylwin Blaxton would stand vigil over the pyre that cremated Sandry Farsight, until that pyre's fire would turn to embers, glowing in the brisk Hanseti-wind. "From Ashes, We Rise."

Aylwin Blaxton smiles as the lottery is declared a success and is given the approval of his Lord, tossing a lotto-stone up in the air several times over and catching it each time. "This is exactly what the economy of St.Karlsburg requires. The winners will be able to potentially use their winnings to stimulate the merchant stalls, as well as giving those who have nothing currently a chance to restart." He then sighs lightly as he strokes his beard. "But, I guess this means I will have to man the stall more often. Oh well."

Aylwin Blaxton would be writing in his study when the news would reach him. His great, big, bushy beard would scuffle as a beaming smile lined his lips. "From Ashes, We Rise." He'd proclaim, before getting back down to his work.

Out-Of-Character Information Please do your best to correct spelling and grammatical errors, this is an RP server and writing is the main form of communication! What’s your Minecraft account name?: MarquisAlex What timezone are you in?: GMT How old are you?: 23 Are you aware the online content on this server may not be appropriate for children under the age of 13? You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes What’s the rule you agree with the most?: "Cyber-bullying", through repeated harassment or any other means will not be tolerated. Those partaking in or promoting such will be severely punished. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): Nope, all clear. :) How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: From friends of mine: Disheartened and Bromaden. Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes, twice. Please note, your TP to Oren is Broken and lands you in a insta-kill land. Please fix. Definitions Feel free to Google the answers or browse our forums, but make sure that you write the reply in your own words, not those of another website or person! Plagiarizing will result in the automatic denial of your application! What is roleplaying?: Roleplaying is the task of taking on a personality that is not your own in a Role-playing Game, often for enjoyment or learning. What is metagaming?: Taking OOC information and using it IC. What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: "Jake swings his sword, cutting Bob's arm off!" - using an emote to force a situation upon a person. In-Character Information Now you actually make your character - be creative but stay reasonable! Make sure they make sense and that they follow lore. Try to come up with a character that you actually want to play. Character’s name: Aylwin Blaxton Character’s sex: Male Character’s race: Human Character’s age: 21 Biography: Aylwin was born within the Barony of Mondstadt to his father and mother during the times of the Oren Empire. His father was a merchant, who would often travel to Johannsburg to sell furs and other wares to the Imperials, whilst his mother worked as a farmer in the lands belonging to the Baron. With the destruction of the Empire when he was 18, Aylwin was sent off to Karlsburg, to begin his education in the classics and politics. He aspired to be among the men that aided and advised King Marius, a man whom he admired as a child. He spent most of his time learning these trades from the church in Karlsburg, which provided for his education from his father's purse. At the Age of 21, Aylwin is now fully capable of taking the reins of his own destiny, but it came at the price of his parents who died at the hands of raiders, whom he suspected came from the Courlands. As such, Aylwin has a hatred for the Courlands and believes them to be nothing more than upstarts and bandits in a wasteland. Nonetheless, Aylwin is now poised to meet the Young Baron of Mondstadt and offer his services for the good of the Haense, will this go well for him? Personality Traits: Erudite, Diplomatic & Humble, but also cunning, chaste and greedy. Ambitions: To be a diplomat/advisor to the court of Haense. Strengths/Talents: Talking, persuading and fishing. Weaknesses/Inabilities: Could use training in the sword & bow, hard to be decietful. Appearance: Alywin has a bushy brown beard, wearing warm furs with a simple iron belt. He's 6ft tall, with dark brown eyes and curly brown hair. Skin: http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/northern-lord/