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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.

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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."

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

Bullfog Phrogerous would be working on paperwork like usual in his room of the Augustinian Palace when a courier knocked on his door. The Wonk would look to the door, and went to open the door to be greeted by a young man. "Hello sir! I've got for you here..." The young man would rummage through his loads of letters before finally pulling out the one meant for the Wonk. "Here you are, sir! A personal invitation!" The young man would bow before running off to continue his courier duties. Bullfog would shut the door before opening the letter, reading its contents. A soft grin, and yet very sad one formed on his visage. "I wish I could say I was looking forward to this day. But unfortunately I am not. The little girl I've raised since she was a baby is finally coming of age... She'll no longer be my Young Anna." The Wonk would wipe away a forming tear with his sleeve. "Nope. She'll be Lady Anna from here on out... I cannot wait to be there for your debutante, Lady Anna!"

Full Name: Micaiah Rutledge Date of Birth: 1775 Place of Birth: Old Rutledge Freehold, Arcas Address [N/A if none]: St Karl's 1 Race: Farfolk (Southeron) Gender: Male Bloodline [Commoner/Noble/Former Noble/Royal]: Commoner Reason for Enlisting: I want to serve my country in the most honorable way possible. By protecting our country. [Username: ] ___South___ [Discord: ] Cutie South#9219

Bullfog isn’t bothered that he didn’t receive an invitation, and grins. “I hope that he will be happy with the Lady Lysistrata!”

SURNAME: Phrogerous FIRST NAME: Bullfog ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Estate of Pruvia-Provins DATE OF BIRTH: 1741 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)): ___South___

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THE WITHERING OF PETER A frail husk of the once jolly man laid on the bed in the Albarosan manor: beady eyes seeking sharpness in his otherwise hazy surroundings. He was young, and had sired many children. Bastards maybe, but they were his children nonetheless. Daughters filled with life and youth, transcending the limits of life that he once held as true. As he coughed more blood onto his woven blanket: he realized his final leaves were withering by the minute. With trembling hands and a blurry view, the sick Peter Sigismund went to write what he assumed to be his final words: “To my dearest family, I thank you with endless gratitude. For you have taken me in and accepted me, despite tainting our name and honour over and over again. You have tolerated my illegitimate children, and nurtured them as your own. You have taken my broken soul, and tried to heal it instead of discarding it completely. A man like myself has nothing more to wish for, but to express the serenity of my final moments. I look back with no regrets to my existence amongst you. I hope that God will take me and forgive me, so that I may look down upon you from the Seven Skies. My beloved children, my family: I love you all. Yours truly, Peter Sigismund Pruvia-Albarosa As he finished the letter, he could no longer resist his fatigue. He closed his eyes to sleep: only to never open them again. His assumption was correct in the end. ((Thank you guys for the fun RP and sticking with me through hard times. I hope to still RP with you on other characters and stick around! Good luck!)) P.S. This is my first post, ever. Draeris helped a bit, but this is my first time constructing it so try not to judge too harshly. lol ))

Peter grins ear to ear. “I will be there.”

Peter would look to see who was personally invited, and seemed a tiny bit disappointed that he wasn’t personally invited. “Either way, I shall be there... Or try to.”