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“Jrent… Jrent… Roberta Leopoldine de Chalons, that sounds more badass.” Proclaimed Alexander Leopold Hartcold.

Alexander Leopold Hartcold gives a nod as he read the missive. “House de Chalons, huh? Sounds badass.” (( This is from my iPhone. I’ll fix it when I’m home.

Discord : Tsecsar Boy#0001 MC Name : ___South___ RP Name : Peter Sigismund de Vitus RP Race : Human Timezone : UMC+9

IGN: ___South___ RP NAME: Hjordamer Doomforged AGE: 30 ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Clan CANDIDATE: Alaric Grimgold

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Dmitriev Novikov Tsecsar sat in his manor, reading over the appeal with his infant son in one arm while his daughter played in the background. "Interesting. Do they have a habit of issuing the wrong punishments for the wrong offenses?... Right." He'd turn around and place the appeal on his nightstand, and went back to taking care of his family.

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RP Name: Frederick Louis Hartcold MC Name: ___South___ Voted: Yes

Dmitriev Novikov Tsecsar smirks upon seeing his mother being elected as a Royal Alderwoman. "Ha! I knew she'd get elected! Never a doubt in my mind."

Dmitriev Novikov Tsecsar would be walking along the streets of Karosgrad, doing his usual patrol of the city when he came across the flyer. A smirk found its way upon his visage when he replied, "Ah yes. My mother shall definitely make a splendid Alderwoman." And with that, he continued his patrol, spreading the word to everyone of her running for Alderwoman.

Frederick had been waiting outside Helena Road 2, patiently awaiting the arrival of his cousin before the word of his suicide reached his ears. Frederick was never known to be the emotional type... But he was particularly close to George out of all his cousins. George was more like a brother to him than a cousin... So when news did reach him, the man got down to his knees and let out silent sobs of guilt. He had no idea his cousin was going through something this tragic, and wished he could've done something about it... But it was too late for such. "I am sorry.. I will help raise your kids to be good men like their father, I swear it."

Quite a nice piece of lore. I give it a +1 and hope to see it implemented!

RP Name: Bullfog Phrogerous MC Name: ___South___ Voted: Yes

A courier made its way to Bullfog's room in the Augustine Palace. The courier knocked on the door, the Wonk responding with- "Be there in a second!" The Wonk put up his paperwork, before going to answer the door. "Yes?" "A letter, Mister Phrogerous!" The Courier would announce loudly. Bullfog nodded thrice, offering his hand for the letter. The Courier placed the letter in his hand, and ran off. The Wonk closed the door, and made his way back to his chair. "Ah, it's a personal invitation. Let's see what it says then." Bullfog would open the letter, and began to read its contents. The Wonk's visage slowly morphed into one full of happiness, and sadness all at the same time. "I can't say this match surprises me... I am very happy for Anna... But she is like a daughter to me, so I am also very sad. Soon she'll be having children of her own, and she will no longer be my Young Anna..." Tears began to stream down Bullfog's cheeks. "I cannot wait to be there for you, Anna."

Bullfog's hairless eyebrows lofted upwards upon reading the letter. "So the Pruvia-Albarosa line are really bastards?..." Bullfog would begin to chuckle softly. "I am very honored, and proud to be the butler of the true line of House Pruvia."