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About LithiumSedai

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    Corwin von Alstreim | Percival Lucien Halcourt
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    Waldenian | Auvergne

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  1. A wide grin adorned Percival Halcourt's face as he read the manifesto along with the party ticket bearing his name, confidently proud to be a representative of the Unionist force at such a pivotal moment for Oren's history. Gathered in the tavern of Helena with his compatriots, he maneuvered around his breakfast platter to nudge a well-dressed Waldenian gentleman standing by. "P-Prosperity has never been t-this close within reach, w-what d-do you think, H-Herr von Blowitz?" @Seus
  2. What are some of your fondest RP experiences on the server? If you could be the NL of any existing LotC polity, past or present, which one would it be and why? Do you have a favorite LotC military uniform skin, and which one is it? On a scale of 1 to 10, how much did Lilach want to hold hands with Aran and why is it 10? What are your thoughts on the upcoming economy/grind/PvP system?
  3. "For God, Crown and Empire," proudly recited (and miraculously, without a stutter) one Percival Lucien Halcourt upon reviewing the missive, determined to restore progress to the Orenian political scene by championing Unionist beliefs. The House of Commons candidate promptly set forth to spread his message!
  4. An old man rubbed at his beard in confusion, having been mailed one of the missives by a goblin informant. "...Why would anyone take a caved-in helmet?" He made haste towards his basement, tossing aside the Sutican crown to seal away his collection of historical helmets that, luckily, nobody had ever stepped on - presumably reducing their value to would-be thieves.
  5. SURNAME: Halcourt FIRST NAME: Percival ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: 1 Grand Bazaar, Helena DATE OF BIRTH: 2nd of Harren's Folly, 1762 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Holy Orenian Empire?: 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)): LithiumSedai
  6. Woo! Thanks for the giveaway!
  7. Percival Lucien held out a single card in his quivering hand, showing it to his brother Victor. "L-Look! I-It's you!" @Lyonharted™ Corwin von Alstreim painted for his special deck a card of Ser Martinus Horen, granting four rounds of immunity to drawing the Reiver card.
  8. "One would be surprised to know with how little understanding and knowledge of contemporary history many live their lives. I suppose I am famous, though," commented the esteemed author of one of these letters, sharing the reply's contents with his beloved spouse of many, many decades. The missive found itself archived alongside many other papers of note; a goblin servant delivered a short note of gratitude to the playwright at first chance.
  9. “Very epic,” says Corwin von Alstreim, saving a copy of the armorial for himself in appreciation of his Waldenian friends.
  10. “Perhaps Haense can get me back to forty too,” pondered an ancient collector of missives known as Corwin von Alstreim. “Gott knows they tried to make me forever three-and-twenty!” He hummed to himself a long-forgotten Renatian war tune, nonetheless content to witness the proliferation of Waldenian political works once more.
  11. [!] A raven soon arrived at Armas Street, incessantly pecking at the esteemed playwright’s window until the note it carried was received. The message read: ”Liebe Bianca, In the days of my youth I had been betrothed to an islander girl of great infamy. The well-meaning advice of my dearest companions fell on deaf ears; though they warned me she was unfaithful, that she had indulged in relations with Elfen, men and women alike, that she was known for dabbling in the dark arts – I ignored them, for I believed that our love was true, and that I could lead her on a path to purity through Gott. A wigged rival of mine, foe of many wars and battles, sought to divide us. It was known to us that he desired her to be under his domain. He wrote me a scalding public letter, demanding that I relinquish her hand to him or perish to his blade in a duel. Yet in private correspondence he made to me an indecent proposal: our dispute would be forgotten if I withdrew to allow him free reign, and he would compensate me with banknotes totaling a sum of one hundred thousand Marks. Of course, I refused – and so our blades clashed, and I prevailed, though I spared his life. Alas, my beloved showed me no gratitude. Within mere Saint’s Weeks, she abandoned me for a wicked Elf, showing no remorse or regret. It shames me to admit it, but in retrospect, I believe I should have accepted the offer and taken the Marks. Am I sinful for engaging in such thoughts? Have I done the right thing by staying by her side to defend her honor, despite the warnings of my friends? Or should I not have courted her at all? Mit freundlichen Grüßen, C. F.”
  12. ”Can’t believe I could have been a hundred thousand minas richer and gotten a free wig,” lamented the former Trade Monarch upon reviewing the missive, nonetheless wiping at his tears with several ten-thousand-mina banknotes.
  13. “I told you I would outlive you,” Old Man Corwin spoke to the paper, haphazardly tossing it onto a pile of unsorted missives. The former monarch’s gaze surveyed the confines of his new residence, unsealed coffers and chests filled to the brim with the belongings of his modest family strewn about. He looked upon his mementos of defiance to the new order this fallen Kaiser had represented – a black, inscribed battle flag bearing a golden cross, a crimson, winged helm; a quartered sigil of a state now returned to lawlessness, an unfinished letter to his cousins across the sea, a treaty meant to reconcile the old and the new. For the first time ever, he felt cold indifference.
  14. ABDICATION OF THE SUTICAN THRONE 12th of The Deep Cold/Sigismund’s End, 1783 To all Our loving and faithful subjects of what degree and rank soever, Corwin, By the Grace of God, King of Sutica and in Atheran Salvus, Sovereign Lord of the Whispering Isles, Triumvir of the State, etcetera delivers greetings. Without further pomp We do announce Our irrevocable determination to abdicate the Sutican Throne and abolish the Sutican Monarchy for Ourselves and all Our heirs. We do hereby forfeit the titles of Trade King of Sutica and in Atheran Salvus, Triumvir of the State, and Sovereign Lord of the Whispering Isles. All constitutional and legislative power shall lie in the hands of the duly appointed Lord Protector, Mika Uialben-Goldhand. SUTICA ETERNAL GOD WITH US, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Corwin of the House of Alstreim, By the Grace of God, King of Sutica and in Atheran Salvus, Triumvir of the State, Sovereign Lord of the Whispering Isles, Lord of Alstreim and Blackwater, Renatian Knight of Alstreim and Waldenia, Blood-Raven of Lorraine, Pilgrim to Aesterwald
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