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On the day of the Grand Prix, Charles Alstion, patted his steed while he was taking care of it within the Whitespire stables "Today we will show them. You, me, Josey and Johnnie - together." The Prince muttered to the animal before going to pick the best saddle

This is such a certified Lechian Culture moment

With his hands clasped behind his back, somewhere in the Seven Skies, stood Heinrich II Lothar. The palm of the late Lord Vandalore rose to his temple as he gave the retired Elector a militant salute "Here your duty ends, Freund. One day we will all meet again, in here." The Alstreim said before stepping forth to greet his friend properly

Charles Alstion knelt down before the portrait of Edmund II "And yet you prevailed in death" was all the princeling uttered in a quiet whisper before offering the same portrait a dip of his head with a faint smile on his face - it was a bitter victory, but a victory nonetheless.

"Wha wadna fecht for Charlie? Wha wadna draw the sword? Wha wadna up an' rally, at the royal Prince's word? Now the Prince has raised his banner Now triumphant is our cause Now the Alstion dragon rallies Let us strike for Prince and Laws!" The Lord of Alba, Charles Alstion, sang the song dedicated to his great-grandfather with pride as the fight was not yet over

Charles Alstion proudly signs up with his team. Team Name: The Moles Team Members: Charles Alstion, Josephine Alstion, Jadwiga Jazlowiecki First Choice Team Status/Symbol: Floral Second Choice Team Status/Symbol: Mounted @Myochii @ibiou

Charles Alstion smiled at the signed peace before his eyes shifted to the sunny sky above "And yet you prevailed in death" The Lord of Alba said in a whisper as he thought of those who fell a decade ago in Whitespire, defending peace. They have been avenged. Finally, the boy could look to the future with peace of mind. Meanwhile in the Seven Skies the Prince of Merryweather, Heinrich II Lothar, smiled at his royal nephew, Edmund II. They have both been slayed at the beginning of this conflict "They thought that they can be kings, how wrong they have been my boy..." He said as he patted the boy's shoulder with a slow shake of his head @Caranthir_

Charles simply vibes...

Charles, the young Crown Prince of Aaun, stood on the balcony, tapping his fingers on the marble balustrade. The Alstion closed his eyes as the fresh air blew straight into his face. Charlie had been born in a time of war - he didn't know what peace was, he didn't know what security was. Nevertheless, the boy remained hopeful that the conflict would soon abate and those who slaughtered Edmund and Heinrich will be vanquished "This is what my royal father wants. Soon it will be over, with or without the summit's success..." He muttered, thinking of all those who gave their lives for the cause

"Didn't they try to do the same last time? Hide behind the peace between the Canonist Princes?" The spirit of Heinrich II Lothar pondered in the Seven Skies as he remembered the previous war with Adria very well

"My Royal Father will have his peace. Whether the Dumacrats like it or not." The Lord of Alba, Charles Alstion, proclaimed while standing on the slope of Langkette, glancing at the Royal City of Whitespire in the distance

THE FIRST HUNT HOSTED BY THE LORD OF ALBA, HRH CHARLES ALSTION UNITY AND PEACE UPON THE LOWLANDS, UNITED AT LAST, I address you for the first time in my life, in an official document as the Crown Prince of Aaun, Lord of Alba. I was born shortly after our victory at Breakwater, where the forces of the Grand Covenant bravely defeated the forces of my excommunicated uncle, Gaspard van Aert and his orcish allies. Truly I pray every day for his repentance and that the Lord has mercy on his soul. As this bloody war takes its toll our lives have to go on. Therefore, to make this turbulent time more pleasant and merry, I am organising a duck hunt. It shall take place on the Floodplain. Despite their swampy nature, they are full of life and exquisitely beautiful. For as long as I can remember I have admired them from a balcony while observing through my spyglass. Volumes could be written about their beauty, but that is not the subject of this announcement. The target of the hunt will be local birds: ducks, wild geese, turkeys. It will be a good archery test for those who will participate. Furthermore I encourage those to bring appropriate clothing that will not hinder their movements as well as a bow or crossbow of their choice. Every citizen is invited, but I am also sending personal invitations to friends from Aaun as well as from beyond the borders of our rebuilt Kingdom. PERSONAL INVITATIONS: HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Leon Anton Barclay, Grand Prince of Minitz HIS HIGHNESS, Johannes Lothar von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather and the Rhine HIS LORDSHIP, Siegmund von Reuss, Margrave of Velen HIS LORDSHIP, Waclaw Jazlowiecki, Count of Warsovia HIS LORDSHIP, Emilio Varoche, Baron of Napoliza HIS LORDSHIP, Fernand de Lewes, Baron of Virdain HIS LORDSHIP, Robert Haverlock, Baron of Gotfridcher HIS LORDSHIP, Krzysztof Jazlowiecki, Baron of Krakovia HIS LORDSHIP, Leufroy Otto von Reuss HIS LORDSHIP, Leonard Franz d’Abbassia HER LADYSHIP, Alicja Julia Jazlowiecki HER LADYSHIP, Jadwiga Maria Jazlowiecki HER LADYSHIP, Konstancja Illena von Reuss HER LADYSHIP, Siegmunda Agnes von Reuss HER LADYSHIP, Guinevere Milena von Reuss HER LADYSHIP, Cosima Victoria Temesch HER LADYSHIP, Claudia Lorena Temesch TANDEM TRIUMPHANS, His Royal Highness, CHARLES REMAN ALSTION, the Lord of Alba

"Come out Stassies! Are you afraid of a walking Prince? Do I need to be crippled for you to come out and play?" The Lord of Alba, Charles Alstion, could be heard asking while running through the ruins located at the liberated Marchlands

Charles Alstion just finished hanging the Alstion banners at the office of Governor-General as the news reached him "Divided at last. We reclaimed what was rightfully ours." The boy said to himself, proud of Aaun's achievements

Charles prepares his spyglass to properly look for the beast.

Heinrich II Lothar shook his head as Leutwin entered the Seven Skies "You had one task boy. To not die." The Prince, despite his harsh statement, smiled and welcomed his fellow Waldenian to the land of eternal life

Charlie smiled at the new marching orders "Another march, another triumph ahead." He said to his tutor, Father Yann, the Governor-General of the Marchlands.

Charles Alstion visited the battlefield the next day. He rode up closer on his horse and wondered how did the battle look like from up close. As the raindrops fell on his face the boy spoke to Ser Stefano who went there with him "I shall congratulate my tutor, the Governor-General, personally on his new appointment." The Prince concluded with a firm nod.

THE FATE OF THE MARCHLANDS Penned at the request of His Royal Majesty, John, the King of Aaun, in the year of our Lord, 1959 PREAMBLE Peace and prosperity unto the Lowlands, united at last. After seven years of struggle, following the death of His Majesty Edmund II, our cause of liberating the Marchlands has come to fruition at last - our most western province with the help of the Great Covenant of Nations has been seized from the hands of the rebels led by Richard of Stassion, the Prince of Nothing. They have been butchering our people ever since they departed from our Kingdom and insisted that our citizens were the ones to first break the peace established by Edmund’s successor, our merciful King John. We have seen past their treason. Richard Stassion had made a holy vow upon the relics of the Saint Alexander of Furnestock not to take up arms against the Holy Mother Church and the Crown of Aaun in an armed conflict. He shamelessly broke this vow within days of his merciful expulsion. The men of Stassion, armed, resumed raiding that remained under Crown authority, harrying the peaceful subjects of the King. They saw no shame in breaking their holy vow, believing they could escape God’s justice and the Crown’s rightful retribution. With the blessing of His Holiness, Sixtus VI, our Realm assumed a resolute stance and took up arms against the rebels that dwelled in our western province for nearly a decade. Together with our stalwart allies of the Covenant of Nations, we extinguished their resolve in the lands they called their home. Our cause was righteous and just. Our Realm and her peaceful peoples never sought to be embroiled in conflict, yet it was forced upon them: we did not fire the first shot, but we fired the last. Now, on this 12th of Tobias’s Bounty, 1959, we stand triumphant. THE FATE OF THE MARCHLANDS Following the liberation of the Stassionite land, the reformed Crown of Aaun will endeavour to remove any structures erected on the territory of the Western Marches that may remind the people of Aaun of the House of Stassion and their crimes committed against them. It is declared what follows: I His Majesty, the King of Aaun, demands that the only building to be spared within Fredericksburg is the local church. II His Majesty appoints a governor to keep watch over the Western Marches, namely Father Yann. It is among his duties to rid the western borderlands of the Kingdom of Stassionite infrastructure and return this region to nature by planting trees and sowing new fields. Approved by His Majesty, John I, at the Royal City of Whitespire on the 12th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1959

Charlie Alstion stood on a hill, glancing at the fight from a distance - his head was full of dreams of becoming a knight one day. Despite the fact that he was not able to fight, due to his age, the Prince stood proudly with his bagpipes at hand and played for those who went to Stassion to avenge Edmund II and other Martyrs who fell in the attempted coup of 1952.

The Lord of Alba, Charles Alstion, stood watching the Rangers of Merryweather prepare for the fight. He saw them all, and as the banners with the Bloody Raven of Merryweather and the White Rose of Alba fluttered in the wind he started playing his bagpipes...

“STASSIE, GO HOME!” AND OTHER AAUNIC HITS The songs of the Aaunic patriots Originally penned by HRH Charles Alstion and Father Yann, in the year 1959 WITH DEDICATION TO OUR VICTORIOUS KING His Apostolic Majesty, JOHN ALEXANDER ALSTION, by the Grace of GOD, King of Aaun, Prince of Alstion, Duke of Vienne, the Lowlands, Corazon and Balemena, Count of Enswerp, Florentine and Whitespire, Baron of Blanchet and Protector of the Realm. STASSIE, GO HOME! Well, your time has come to leave Stassie, don't you act naive Tuck your tail between your legs and flee this land! There's a boat down at the pier Aeldin's nice this time of year Ditch the Marchlands and free Aevos of your band! Go home, Stassie, Stassie, go home! Nobody will cry and mourn for you! Aaun will be a better place When you're gone without a trace To pack your bags - the only thing that's left to do! Now it's pointless to resist Don't think you'll be sorely missed If you plan a breakout in the dead of night; If you hang, no tears we'll shed Run to save your Stassie head Better you should disappear to Aaun's delight! Go home, Stassie, Stassie, go home! Nobody will cry and mourn for you! Aaun will be a better place When you're gone without a trace To pack your bags - the only thing that's left to do! OH AAUN, THOU ART GRAND IN MIGHT Oh Aaun, thou art grand in might. In honour and in fame. Thus may thine exc'llent glory fight, Gaints those who mock thy name! Thou stand'st firm as thy mountains do, In lands of East and West. And may thy spirit fly so true, As that hawk from his nest. Thus hold firm! Thus hold firm! Let the Alstion banner wave! Show the world! Show the foe! That not ever shall we die! That the glorious Aaunic strength persists, When the fearsome cry of war insists. Thus hold firm in the fierce storm! Thus hold firm! In the fierce storm! TANDEM TRIUMPHANS. OOC: This post will be edited if more songs are written.

The young Lord of Alba, Charles Alstion, stood on the walls of Whitespire and gazed westwards to the Marchlands, once part of his homeland "God chose his victors. Prepare the banners, bring my bagpipes. I cannot fight but I will surely play for you, my fellow Aaunites, when you go to battle." The Prince of Aaun said with a smile as he glanced to his left and right at those who stood with him

Charles Alstion nodded as the decision was made. The Lord of Alba had to return to his passion of playing the bagpipes.

Charlie blinked as he read the invitation before rushing downstairs to let Josephine know of the news! @Myochii