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Johann knelt against the cold stone of Castle Waldemer’s parapets, his elbows rested upon the edge of the crenel in front of him with his hands pressed together as he spoke quiet prayers. Below the valley lay shrouded by the morning mist, acting almost as a prelude to the blood that will be spilled against the castle's white battlements. Once his prayers concluded he stood, turning his head towards the fellow brother-in-arms that had come to relieve him of his watch. "Blood for Ashford." He voiced with a nod before hoisting his halberd over his shoulder and stepping off the battlements to get breakfast.

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RP: Name: Renaud Age: 23 Race: Human Reason for Enlisting: For GOD and Drusco Past Experience (if any): armsman for Drusco OOC: MC Name: NordOP Discord Tag: nordvvm

Name: Renaud Affiliation: Drusco Relevant Titles or Aliases: -

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the tranquil waters, an old man sat at the edge of a weathered pier, his fishing line barely twitching in the stillness. His eyes, though tired, scanned the horizon with a glimmer of hope. In the distance, the rhythmic march of boots echoed through the evening air, signaling the winds of change. The old man’s stomach growled, a stark reminder of his need for mina, and he wondered if fate had finally brought an opportunity his way.

Vaelon Wynasul had hid himself in his chamber for the past few years, taking on a routine of 10000 push ups and 10000 squats, slowly but surely preparing for the next war.

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GOVERNMENT NAME: Sir Darius Olivier Halcourt d'Artois SUMMER’S OLD (AGE): Early sixties DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A CITIZEN OF PETRA?: Yes VOTE GRANTED TO CANDIDATE: Victor Halcourt

Darius sat in his study, surrounded by books and memories of years gone by. As the afternoon sunlight gently streamed through the window he would receive a missive from his granddaughter bearing somber news of his childhood friend’s passing. A deep sigh escaped Darius's lips as he clutched the letter, feeling the weight of loss settle upon his weary shoulders. “I wish I could have introduced you two, I’m sure you would have gotten along.” He murmured in a thoughtful remark as he set the letter aside. “Perhaps my time will come as well.”

NAME: Vaelon Wynasul RACE: High elf AGE: 47 GENDER: Male [[OOC]] Username: NordVVM Discord: Nord#9041 Timezone: GMT 2+

SURNAME: Halcourt d'Artois FIRST NAME: Darius RESIDENCE ADDRESS: Ferant Metse Velenstrata 1 RUNNING FOR LORD MAYOR OR CITY ASSEMBLY: Lord Mayor YEAR OF BIRTH: 1866 Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Commonwealth of the Petra: yes

Ser Darius quickly scanned over the account of the Jazloviecki, presumably having been asleep during the short-lived captivity of the man. "What the ****?" He would mutter as he finished reading the missive, which seemed more like a fever dream than a credible account.