CometQueen

A cloaked individual, weary and worn from travel, would reach the gates of the Golden City of Ves with a certain thankfulness that their journey had finally come to an end. The figure, a young woman, would make her way to the tavern that rested just beyond their sturdy gates, making herself comfortable at a table and ordering a tankard of cheap ale. It was through nearby banter that she gleaned information on the demise of Frederick Baden. A smirk grew over her face. “The line of Frederick Baden, the man who brought ruin to Tobias’ Courland...is finally upon it’s final legs.”

“Ave, Ave!” Matilda would take part in the cheering as she continued helping her guardian with his copious amounts of stock in need of storing, not entirely sure what had happened or what had warranted said-cheering.

Matilda would hear bits and pieces about the creed through the locals of Ves, deciding that perhaps this new Emperor was the man they had needed all along to right the wrongs the bad Horens had made.

[!] The Golden City of Ves, circa 1715 The sky above was overcast when a mother and her young child approached the Golden City, downtrodden and exhausted from travel. Days had it been, since their last shared meal, weeks since they had been able to properly rest. The mother, frail and malnourished, exhaled with relief as her visage caught sight of the great gates that sat open before them. She grasped her child’s small hand tightly, increasing her pace as to bask in the safety the city had to offer. She knew this is the last time she would see her child, eyes darting around as they had for over a year now, suspicious of every figure that moved. Citizens, noble and peasant alike, bustled all around them whilst guards milled about, monitoring the marketplace and city tavern respectively. The willowy woman pull her child, a small sandy-haired girl, off to the side, lowering herself to meet the child’s gaze. “Now, remember what Mama told you. Grey eyes. Remember the grey eyes, hm? You’ll know him when you see him.” The weakened mother would rub her daughter’s shoulders tenderly with careful hands, coughing briefly. “And...be a good girl...and make me proud, hm?” She’d swallow hard, tears welling in her face. “If not for me, for your papa. Or your grandfather Hans, be strong like him.” The young girl would stare upward at her mother, the woman taking in the sight of her child a final time before turning away from her. Sighs accompanied her departure, the mother vanishing as quickly as she had entered into the city of Ves, disappearing among the crowds of people. Left alone, to now fend for herself and her own future, the young, emerald-eyed girl would bring her lips into a taught line, wondering what was to come. As she steadied her gaze and began to seek out the man she had been tasked with finding, her mind drifted to better days. The ghosts of her past, those of her father and grandfather. And ghosts older than even them, who she felt were keeping an eye on her as she ventured forth.

Aerea Thysealaes, a descendant of the once highly-regarded Aldirar bloodline on her father’s side, would begin planning appropriate attire for her debut upon Arcas and among the mali’aheral community.

I desire a great tortoise army now...

Aerea would frown upon hearing the news, not one to take pleasure in the kidnapping of innocents.

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------------------------------------------------------------------------- APPLICATION ------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC MC Name: __Sardonyx__ Discord: You have it. Timezone: EST RP RP Name: Regna Onyxheart Age: 100 Ethnicity: Dark Dwarf Do you have any experience in combat?: "Barleh, but Ah desire to serve meh countreh!"

Regna Onyxheart would read the missive as she downed another ale. "Fock! Means Ah've got to do me 'air!"

Sil'vuur would sniff the flier, not adept enough in Common to understand it's words. However, his bright green eyes would grow wide at the colorful artwork upon the parchment, the small Pantera cub entranced by the vibrant colors. He would puuur to himself as he picked up the flier and continued waddling down the road.