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THE WEIGHT OF RULING4 0 7 E.S.
“Throughout my entire life, I’ve sacrificed more than what vy can imagine. I’ve been humiliated, looked down upon, ridiculed, doubted, and demoted despite my best efforts. I’ve made enemies out of friends, shattered relationships, broke the trust of many. All for the welfare of our house… It sucks, life sucks. But that’s the life of our kind, my son. If I were to be handed the opportunity to do it all over, I'd do the same thing. My failures are lessons to me, and to vy. Remember, Johann,
A rich man lives an easy life, but a Ludovar lives a hard one”
- Robert to his teenage son, Johann
Dear Ami…
“I’m sorry for what happened the other day. I know I’ve just complicated our friendship to a great extent … I do dearly love Adele, but a part of me still wonders how life would be if the circumstances were different. I fear that a part of me always will… I know you do not want to hear it, but I love you. I love you with all of my heart, but I belong to another now. My heart yearns for another world where we can call each other husband and wife. I know it’s wrong, and I know it’s too late to turn back now, but the best thing for the both of us is to move on with our lives. I wish things could have turned out differently, but this is the path Godan has set for us.”
… Your Best Friend, Robbie
…It was a cold winter evening in Otistadt, as it always was. The old Baron had quite the dream… He couldn’t see what was going on, but the mumbling of a figure with a deep voice could be heard. These ramblings seemed to be passionate yet weak, aggressive yet controlled, and saddening, but inspirational. Robert couldn’t quite make out what was said, as the sound was drowned out by the fierce winter storms.
After a quiet moment, he flickered his eyes open. Robert awoke from his slumber at the crack of dawn, as he usually does. His beloved wife, Adele, was resting by his side. For forty years, Robert had been married to Adele. She was his soulmate, and he was hers. The old man, now fifty-one, out of shape, and weakening, pressed a kiss on his wife’s forehead before getting ready for the day. “What day is it again?”
Dear Ami…
“Adele’s sister died today… I know this is out of the blue, but I needed to get that off of my chest. Never, in my entire life, had I ever lost someone that I considered to be family. I was never close with Dame Marie, but her death will be something I will remember for the rest of my days… It’s a hard reminder to always cherish those who are close to you. You never know when you’ll speak to them last. I wish we could have more moments that both of us can cherish. Write to me as soon as you can.”
Your Best Friend, Robbie
Robert hastily made his way down the spiraling stairs. The man’s armor and boots made constant clicking sounds, often revealing himself to the poor and overworked staff. He asked his eldest and most loyal butler, Sir Francois, the same question he asked himself. “Francois! What day is it?” The old and frail Auvergnian Butler nodded his head to his liege lord and briefly said “The first of Joma and Umund, Your Lordship” the butler responded in his thick accent. From the time he was just a child, Robert had always been pampered by his house staff - as was expected, of course, for the heir to a county. After being reminded of the day, Robert’s face promptly lit up! “Ah of course! That’s what it was, it’s Tax Day! Spasiba, Sir Francois.” The faithful Ludovar servant seemed… surprised by this. Robert rarely ever said thank you, and what was even rarer was addressing his servant as ‘Sir’. It was going to be a kind day today, he decided. “Merci… My Lord”
Dear Ami…
“It’s been two years since I last wrote to you. How have you been? Life here in Otistadt has been bland as always. The children are healthy though, which is always good. Johann is my pride and joy, as any heir is to his father. He’s only four and his mind is racing with ambition! Marie and Josef are quiet, and I hope it stays that way. Johann alone is a lot, and with a fourth on its way, Adele and I sure have a lot to handle! I’m still sorry for the way I treated you, by the way. I know it happened years ago, but the guilt still lingers… I just want us to be friends again, is that so hard? Please write back to me.”
Your Best Friend, Robbie
Robert made his way down the many levels of his keep. He passed the room of his son and heir, Johann, and a faint smile appeared on his features. While being as quiet as his armor would allow him to be, the proud father and grandfather went over to his sleeping grandchildren and placed a peck on their foreheads. Despite being rough on all of his children, the Baron discovered a sense of tenderness in recent times. Perhaps it was the lack of work he’d done during the last few years. It could also be that he learned from his failures as a father, like a lesson he once told Johann all those years ago. Or it could just be that the fat old man grew a soft spot for his adorable grandchildren, and he doted on them frequently. Whatever the case, he’d certainly changed.
Dear Ami…
“That was quite the argument we had last Saint’s Day. I’m sorry it had to end up like that, I truly am. Christopher was surprisingly calm. He’s a good man… I’m glad that your heart is now in his hands. Despite my slight envy, I trust him. That truce we made at the creek is also something I appreciate. It’s funny… I remember the first day we made a cookie truce. We’d been arguing over something so petty; I think it was grass? It’s been so long I’ve almost forgotten the good old days. You know… when everyone was still around? Life seems so stiff, so trapped. It’s almost suffocating to live in my keep now. Ever since papej left us, I’ve been so busy. Too busy for the wife, too busy for the kids, too busy for myself… anyways, enough rambling about me. How are you? Do tell me how your first child is, I hope our children become as dobry friends as we were.”
Your Best Friend, Robbie
As Robert made his exit from the bedroom, faint groans could be heard from behind him. It was his pride and joy, Johann, slowly awakening from his slumber. A peer and his heir must always have a good connection, and these two certainly did. However, recent events have made tensions between the two high, and the stress was getting to both of them. Johann became increasingly busy with his new position as High Justiciar, while Robert was slowly getting older, bigger, and less active in general. Despite their recent drifts, the Baron was always proud of his heir. He found solace in the fact that even after his death or abdication, they would all be in safe hands. Robert didn’t wait for his son to awakenits and quickly left for the city. “Right… Tax Day.”
Dear Ami…
“I’m glad we could meet and converse without bickering and arguing. I know it’s going to take a while, but I do hope that our friendship will be the way it once was… Your child, Anya, is an adorable bundle of joy. I am sure that in her future she’ll grow to be as bright, ambitious, and as beautiful as you are. Sorry if that’s bold, but it’s true - you can’t deny it! Regardless, I hope Johann and Anya grow close to one another. Who knows, perhaps their luck is better than ours? I just wish for a happy and simple life for both of them, as they are the future for both of us.”
Your Best Friend, Robbie
Robert continued down the long spiral stairway, eventually leading him to the first floor. As he walked the halls of his keep and his staff greeted him with a bow, Robert noticed his father’s portrait was crooked. “Godan, were the children playing again?” he asked the staff, though he seemed more amused at the prospect of his grandchildren having fun than pissed off that his predecessor's image was crooked. Robert never had the greatest relationship with his father, and he had not spoken to the former Viscount of Sezwesk since his abdication. Robert was left with a House in shambles, where most of his siblings were either too sick or too careless to put effort into the family, and where his children were still learning how to walk properly. However, in his moment of weakness, he was not alone. Aleksey advised him while also running his businesses, Erwin was his aid who employed his servants, while Adele continued to mother their children while Robert was absent. Robert learned the importance of family and friendship during that period in his life, and his House has grown strong because of it. “I’m sure vy would be proud, papej…” remarked the Baron as he fixed the portrait himself. He eyed his father’s figure with pride, despite their rough relationship. Throughout the years he’d figured out the perfect moniker for his father. Something accurate, fair, and not too biased. “Enduring. Kazimar the Enduring.”
Dear Ami…
“It’s been so long. What is it, six years now? I traveled to Elysium in hopes that I would find you, but I couldn’t seem to spot you no matter how long I searched. I miss the conversations that we had together. The times where I could always find you in Elysium, and you could always find me in Haense. Perhaps I just miss you, I don’t know. We’ve grown so distant… but I suppose that’s normal. Hell, Ruslan, Tatiana, and Adalia rarely interact these days outside of professional functions. I guess this is just a part of us growing up. I wish I could go back and tell my younger self to enjoy the moments that he’ll have while it lasts… I’ll always cherish what I have.”
Your Best Friend, Robbie
Robert exited his home, and the cold winds instantly hit his face. It was… a chilling feeling, which was odd for the Baron who’d lived his entire life in the same frozen wasteland he called home. Outside of his keep, his noble stallion, Storm, was waiting for him. Robert was fond of horses from a very young age. Since he was a young child in the Cadets, he’d been taught the art of horse warfare. The Cavalry Sergeant walked up to the stables and was handed the reigns of Storm. The few moments Robert ever felt relieved were when he was playing with his grandchildren and when he rode his horses. The sharp winds nearly cutting his face was an exhilarating feeling for the old man past his prime. Robert felt free as he traveled the roads of Otistadt on Storm as if his 230lbs mass was cut in half. “Onwards to Karosgrad, Storm. Canter, boy, Canter!”
Dear Ami…
“Have you heard the news? Haense is aiding Sutica to fight against a rebellion! I’ve always wanted to fight in a war where monsters and giants were not involved. Finally, a human war! I know it may sound barbaric of me to want to fight for glory in a war that ends up in the loss of human life, but how can I help it? My entire career so far has led up to a moment like this. Our first mission shall be to the Barony of Rhein, where we expect little to no resistance. If all goes well, the fortress shall act as our base of operations. Pray for my soul and for the souls of the soldiers who might die in this war. You’ll always be in my thoughts, as well as my family.”
Your Best Friend, Robbie
The city was quiet upon entering the gates. Apart from the occasional drunkard in the tavern, everyone seemed to be sleeping still. Robert didn’t question this, as it was still very early. In fact, it was so early that the sun had not yet shown it’s presence. As he slowly made his way throughout the streets, Robert recollected the fondest memories in his life. Towards the Barracks, he heard himself in the far distance yelling and training his soldiers. He was a much younger, physically healthy, and active man. Some would say that was Robert in his prime. As he stepped closer to the square, he thought of the first interactions he had with the majority of friends he would make in his lifetime, that being Tatiana, Harren, Annaliesa, Adalia, and last but certainly not least, his best friend of all, Amicia. These memories the old Baron cherished were ones that he held dearly, but were never ones he thought often about. Strange… Nevertheless, he made his way up the palace steps and into the tax office…
Amicia…
“You were born on a beautiful day in 1803, just before I was born. You died peacefully in your home of a Free Elysium, next to the people you loved and who loved you back, in 1842, two months before your 40th birthday. Your smile was as beautiful as it was when I last saw it, and reports say you seemed to be at peace. I’ll never get over your death. I’ll never be able to say farewell to you or tell you that I love you. I’ll never see your beautiful smile, hear your laughs, or stare into those eyes that have trapped me for all these years. I’ll never get that clarity, but it's okay. I know that you are truly at peace now. Your life was full of love and happiness. We shared laughs, tears, warm moments, and even a kiss. I know that in your final years, we did not speak at all, but I hope that you knew that I loved you, and I hope that I earned your love back eventually in the end. I’ll always love you.”
…Robert
The commotion was confusing and yet clear at the same time. A small scuffle was ongoing in the tax office. A man lay dead at the very steps Robert was walking down, and two women were the primarily culprits. Despite his advanced age and in a poor physical state, Robert was still a decorated Sergeant of five wars with four decades of experience and was sworn by oath to defend the innocent. The chase was intense, and destiny had led the Baron to find the pair in his own home of Kazstadt. It was still only the crack of dawn, and most of his household was either in slumber, or too busy in the loud kitchens to hear of any commotion.
Robert found himself alone, with only his loyal steed Storm and the weapons accompanying him. This would not be the first time the veteran faced adversity. Afterall, to take on two ordinary women shouldn’t be too hard, right? “HALT!” the Baron shouted out in his disciplined tone. “In the name of Sigismund III I demand to know what’s going on!” The Sergeant’s questions went nowhere, as the two seemingly ordinary people attacked him soon after. Robert’s assumption on their ordinary state was incorrect, as one of them seemed to know magic and launched a spike made of rock towards him, whilst the other threw a dagger. The helmetless Baron seemed to inherit the luck his younger brother Aleksey had, and both attempts on his head missed. It seemed the tides were on his side, until…
Dear Ami…
“It’s been five years since your death… I’m sorry to say, but your daughter has passed on to the afterlife. Godan only knows if she was granted salvation… But all I know is that I don’t feel regret for what I did or the words I spoke. All I wanted was stability and joy within our house, and she wanted other things in life. I suppose our expectation for them to be close almost came true… But like us, it was not meant to be. I did not harbor hatred for Anya. I admired her protection over my grandchildren. I hope that in the afterlife, you can forgive me for my failures. It seems that the older I get, the more apparent these things are to me. The best thing I can do for my family’s future is to pass on whatever wisdom I have left. I do truly miss you.”
Your Best Friend, Robbie
The magic-user revealed her true form. Her skin turned as icy as the terrain surrounding them, her glare as cold as the Rimeveld itself. She resembled a human, but her face was more wicked than anything. The battle ensued, and Robert was still favored by luck. Maybe… just maybe, he can pull this off. Maybe he’ll be able to greet his wife when she rises. Maybe he’ll be able to hold his grandchildren’s hands again. Maybe… he can see his children happy together once more. It’s a beautiful and calming thought. “Vyr tricks don’t impress me, witch” Robert spat out at the enemy ahead of him. No longer was he fighting for glory, justice, or even for protection. The Baron, Sergeant, husband, father, and grandfather just wanted one thing… To see his family one more time.
To Amicia,
“It’s been six years since your death. Things have turned around for me in life, truly. While I’m still hard on my children, I know to control my temper and only use my judgment fairly. No longer will I pour mountains of expectations on my children. No longer will I punish them without proper cause. My grandchildren shall also be spoiled until the end of my time in this world. I value the happiness of a child early in their lives, as I was not blessed with the happiest of childhoods. Though I do value the pleasant memories of my life, especially with ones with you. I expect that I am coming to a close in a chapter of my life, whether the cold embrace of death is upon me or if my son will finally be ready to take on the reigns, who knows? Only Godan knows the path that I’ll be set on… and I hope that I’ll be united with you in the afterlife soon. This shall be the final letter I write to you. For thirty-four years, I’ve written a letter to you, and yet, I’ve sent none of them. I don’t know why I make a habit out of it, even after your death. Perhaps I find it… therapeutic? No matter. After my death, these letters shall be found by my family and what they do with them shall be on their authority. Whether they’ll forgive me, hate me, or forget me, is up to them. I realize now that my controlling behavior, although it did good temporarily, ultimately pushed myself from those who I loved. Oh well… Only time will tell. As you would say, Au revoir, Ami, and thank you for being with me, even after your passing.”
Your Best Friend always, Robert
What seemed like a few minutes felt like hours. The battle was two against one and yet was still a stalemate. The fight seemed to be desperate for the Baron, as he’d thrown everything from his spear to boiled potatoes. Truly a madman, Robert somehow gained near level ground, wounding the mortal companion of the frozen witch, though not before a knife grazed his cheek. Funny… this was the first and only injury he’d sustain on the head, even though he went to war without a helmet on. All hope did not seem lost…
That is until a third had joined the party of companions. Now, it was only inevitable. Never did the Baron prepare for death, but he accepted it. Robert yelled the oath that was given to him as the fight ensued. He no longer thought of his survival, but only of his family. “Give me time to think, Godan… I’ll meet vy soon. I just need to think of them…” he said to himself. “One last time…”[!] In the distant rising sun, Robert would hear faint laughs in the distance. He saw an image in the blowing storm of a small boy and girl playing together. It felt so familiar, so comforting. The scene changes and the boy was now an old man. By his side stood his wife, his children, and his grandchildren. It was a happy scene, a peaceful one. The oldest man seemed to look ahead to the doomed Baron and nodded his head. It was now clear, he was looking at his own life flash before his eyes through the blowing winds. “It’s time…”
In what was a show of brave defiance, Robert shouted his oath for all the land around him to hear. It was so fast, yet so passionate and clear. His loyal steed, Storm, was already cold on the ground next to him. It was clear who the next target was: himself. As the frost witches advanced, his side seemed to be impaled by a spike of ice. Finally, the time had come…
Dear Ami,
“I hope my handwriting has improved over the years! I’m writing this a little short notice, but I’m coming to visit Elysium for old times sake! I know that your nation is at war, and tensions are high, which is exactly why I wanted to visit. How has my best friend been all these years? I’m starting to fear that you’ve forgotten me! Well, you might not even recognize me when I get there. I’ve lost weight, grown taller than my papej, and not to mention I have facial hair! I am truly excited for when we’ll speak. I have so much to tell you! Make sure to bring freshly baked cookies for us at the gates!”
Your Best Friend, Robbie
It was quick and painful, but the Baron held out his sword in pride, not as a desperate attempt to cling on to the little life he had left, but as a defiant gesture to die in fear. This was his last stand, his last action, his last scene…
Krusae zwy Kongzem
Rest in Peace
Robert Aleksandr Ludovar
13th of Grand Harvest, 1803 FA - 1st of Deep Cold, 1854 FA | 13th of Gronna i Droba, 356 ES - 1st of Jomma i Umund, 407 ES
SpoilerOOC: Special thanks to @Zanthuz and @sarahbarah for helping me with the grammatical errors and formatting of the post! I truly enjoyed playing Robert, and he may even be my favorite character to date! I am truly blessed to have called myself a leader of a small community of people who want to enjoy the game and create roleplay. Good luck to my heir, @Raijen Stars. You’re gonna need it.
-xoxo, erictafoya
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As the sun rose on the Nikirala Prikaz, the Duke of Akovia was awakened by the glimmering sunlight from his lonely cot. The Prince started his day off normally, or as normally as possible these days, with a hot cup of tea with cream. "Let's hope today is better..." he commented to himself.
Recent times for Andrik had been difficult, to say the least. Everyone seemed to be against him, or at the very most distant. In his mind, nothing could get worse... at least not yet. Despite the troubles, his life seemed to be improving. His wife, Nikoleta @zuziee, was finally opening up more once again. Despite not being able to sleep in their normally shared bed, Andrik entered their bedroom to change into his regular outfit, and Nikoleta followed suit. "Dobry Morning, Niki" he said to his wife as she got ready
It was nice... this was nice...Until...
Loud and terrifying screams could be heard from the Alban section...
Andrik turned his head, his face filled with concern. Upon locking eyes with Nikoleta, his fears were confirmed. The blood coming from her could only mean one thing, someone just died... He rushed to the Alban wing and nearly tripped himself on his untied laces. "This can't be happening... This can't be happening" he said over and over again.
But it was happening...
Marus, the youngest golden crow out of their royal generation, was dead. Andrik couldn't believe it, but his baby brother's body lay cold and empty on their bedside. Soon, the rest of the family would find out, and the Knights removed the prince's corpse... It was a nightmare... a true nightmare, and Andrik learned a valuable lesson. There is only one thing that stands above everything else in life...
Family
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As Fionn entered the gates of the seven, the scenery around him would change. A familiar building could be spotted in the distance. It was the Old Stout Crow Tavern, long before it's many changes throughout the decades. As Fionn made his way closer towards the building, a tall yet charming figure could be spotted sitting at the bar.
The figure seemed big, strong, and yet kind and gentle at the same time. His voice was deep, proud, confident, almost commanding, yet it was also charming, smooth, and inviting. It would be familiar to Fionn, and one that he had not heard for many decades.
As his voice and image became clearer, it would be evident that the man had a glass of scotch in one hand, and the bar keeps hand in another. The mad lad was flirting, even in the seven skies. The tall figure stood up and turned upon hearing footsteps come closer. His shining green eyes would almost sparker as he spotted who it was, and a large and charming smile formed on his features. It was Igor."Well, I'll be damned... You finally died, and it wasn't from alcohol?" the man quipped. "Welcome home, my best friend. It's good to finally see you. Sit down, share a glass with me" he offered, "Tell me, how's the wife?"
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An oversized and tired Baron sits on his quiet and lonely chair after a hard day of battle. The siege was action packed, and Robert had not had so much fun in what seemed to be decades. It was only after the battle that his brother-in-law Edmund @Coolcod77informed the entire Kingdom that the Field Marshal and Prevailer, Ser Ailred var Ruthern, a man that Robert had followed into battle countless times and had rose to his position under, was dead.
The old and fat Baron made his way up the spiraling stairway, his armored boots making a clink with every heavy step he took. Upon making it to the balcony, the cold wind pressed on to his face. It was a chilling and yet calming one. After his servant left the Baron their finest bottle of Carrion and a glass, he was once again left alone.
Burble, gurgle, splash...
The glass was filled to the brim with Black. One was poured over the edge of the balcony, facing the direction of Vidaus, while the rest filled the Baron's stomach. However, for the first time in years, Robert drank normally. He had a hardened glare to the mountainous horizon. It was here that he realized, he was the last patriarch, current or former, and was also one of the last to stand. A cruel and yet important reminder that not only was he getting old, but lonely. "Rest easy, old comrade. Vyr reunited with Feni now..." he said before returning to his study, and once again, alone.3 -
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THE FUNERAL OF ANYA LUDOVAR
On this 407 ES
It is with great sorrow that the House of Ludovar announces the death of one of it’s beloved members, Lady Anya Ludovar nee de Astrea. On the eve of the 5th of Tov and Yermiy, 405 ES, Lady Anya was found missing with a pool of her own blood covering her bed in the Nikirala Prikaz. A suicide letter was found along with a few strands of hair. Her bodily remains are currently unknown, but it is widely accepted that Lady Anya has passed on.
Lady Anya was the beloved mother to three beautiful children, Amicia, Adele, and Aleksey Ludovar. She was also the wife of Lord Johann Ludovar, heir to the Barony of Otistadt, and daughter to the late Princess Amicia de Astrea and Prince Christopher de Astrea.
On the eve of Vzmey and Hyff, 407 ES, a funeral service shall be held in honor of the late Lady Anya. A ceremonial pyre bearing her bloodied sheets shall be burned and the ashes of the pyre shall be left in a tomb, which shall be laid to rest in the Ludovar Crypts.The following are invited to attend the service…
His Royal Majesty, Sigismund III, King of Hanseti-Ruska, FIDEI DEFENSOR, and the Royal Family @Xarkly
His Princely Grace, Johann Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree @Frymark
His Grace, Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree @Gusano
His Grace, Rhys var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree @Nolan_
The Right Honorable, Vladrick Kortrevich, Count of Jerovitz and his noble pedigree @Endershadow292
The Honorable, Aleksandr Amador, Viscount of Aurveldt and his noble pedigree @Etow
His Lordship, Sigmar Mondblume, Baron of Richtenburg and his noble pedigree @AmazingAzura
His Royal Highness, Otto Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree @Mio
His Grace, Eugeo de Astrea, Duke of Elysium and the subjects of Elysium @Suicidium
Signed,
His Lordship, Robert Aleksandr Ludovar, Baron of Otistadt, Lord of Kazstadt
His Excellency, Johann Fredrick Ludovar, High Justiciar of Hanseti-Ruska, Heir to the Barony of Otistadt
Spoiler((OOC: Friday, January 6th, 3PM EST at the Barony of Otistadt))
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In the offices of the Embassy, a certain Prince would be hard at work on blueprints for a building in Savoy. Despite the recent requests for him to resign, despite the controversies that haunt him, and despite him being an innocent man, Andrik was still hard at work. If he could not calm these rumors down, he might as well be productive.
...Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock...
Someone's at the door. It was Andrik's courier. "Come in", said the prince. "Vyr Royal Highness" said the courier with a bow of his head. "Your treaty, Vyr Highness, it's been signed and approved. The ceremony is soon" The Duke of Akovia managed to smile at this news. Even though there was many delays and even controversies leading up to this treaty, his first project was finally completed. No longer was he just an ambassador with no resume, but one with at least one noticeable mark on his record. Well, at least a positive one now. "Inform His Royal Majesty I'll be late. I've much work to do" he said simply before dismissing his courier. In truth, Andrik was not too busy. In fact, it was much unlike him to miss out on a diplomatic ceremony. However... he knew that he would only look bad if he were to make himself present with her.
Despite being innocent, despite knowing the truth, and despite still having admirations for the very lady that was the center of the drama, Andrik simply closed his door and went back to work.5 -
From the shadows of the seven skies, a stunning but old man looks down with a dreaded face. "Good Godan... it's back" he said with a sigh. "Thank Godan I'm not alive anymore!" said Igor
In the winter keep of Otistadt, Robert would have a worried expression on his face as he read the section about his son. He simply sighed, not knowing where the body truly went. However, the old Baron would deny any claims made to his son and heir, for it was better if Anya stayed dead.
Andrik, in his new cot at home, would contemplate drinking from an ironic bottle of Savoyard Merlot. "Nie matter what I try... or what I do... they always seem to come after me. Maybe I am truly cursed? Maybe I should just give up. Maybe yam being silly, but one thing is for certain... Yam innocent"1 -
In the winter keep of Otistadt, the old Baron sits upon his familial seat and contemplates the events of that dreadful day... It was hard for Robert, especially knowing that his close friend as watching down from the seven skies. "Yam szam Ami... I wanted to protect her. I wanted to do well. But she's forced my hand, and now it's too late... I failed vy" he said seemingly to himself
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In the silent halls of Kazstadt, Robert was stressed out of his mind. The recent family dramas and his declining health had caused the old Baron to have more gray hairs by the day. He felt much disgust over his daughter-in-law and the state that his heir was in. Usually, Robert would use the old-fashioned disciplinary actions to straighten his kids out. It was the only way the Baron knew... But this was different. Johann normally always avoided punishment, as he was the clear favorite out of all six siblings. Robert didn't know how to deal with him, but he knew he had to do it quickly. "What to do... what to do..." he pondered
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Robert, looked to his son with pride as he held the baby Aleksey in his arms. "He has the look of a Ludovar, and shall be strong like one..."
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Upon reading the missive, The Baron of Otistadt smiled widely as he heard news of his old comrade retiring from his Ducal titles. He knew that Ailred would lead well in the Field of Battle. Now Robert was the father of a duchess, and the grandfather of the heir to a Duchy. "Godan help Rhys... and Godan help Marie. They will do wonders as a team, I know it"
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A Royal Prince of Haense smiles as he read the Sansmas missive. "It's dobry to see some peace during such stressful and violent times!" remarked Andrik as he made his way to the Savoy embassy
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The young and ambitious diplomat, Andrik Nikolas, smiles at the light of diplomacy!
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Andrik looked from the steps of his residential home, watching his children play in the Royal Garden's as his wife, Nikoleta (@zuziee), tried to keep them under control. The Duke of Akovia chuckled lightly before receiving the missive, stating an official declaration of war with the newly formed Tripartite Accord and the Holy Orenian Empire. Andrik's smile turned, the sound of children playing turned into horrifying screams on the field of battle, and he suddenly felt worried. He'd seen this coming with the recent politics of the world, but no one had prepared him for war. The young diplomat went inside without a word, and for the first time since the birth of his first child, Andrik actually prayed...
In the frozen holding of Kazstadt, an old and overweight veteran looked upon his many medals and accolades. Despite never really wearing them, Robert still felt the need to shine them every week. All though his body was far past its prime, and even physical capability for that matter, the Sergeant was always a disciplined man at heart. When word of the war came to him, the Baron of Otistadt smiled widely. He'd been preparing for this moment his entire life. The inner hatred for the wig wearers had bred him into the man he was today, and finally destiny has run its course. He would fight in this war, even if it killed him. "Shut the gates and shine my armor" he told his Butler. "We're finally going to war..."
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Robert looks at this missive, looks at his son Johann (@Raijen Stars), pauses, and then bursts out laughing
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[!] In the Winter Keep of Kazstadt, the aging and fat Baron of Otistadt looks at the letter his son-in-law wrote with pride. He follows up with a letter of his own that is published for all to see.
"To His Imperial Sinner, Philip III "The Great Failure" and his Knife-Eared Archchancellor, Minuvas,
Your insulting claims that the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, and His Royal Majesty, Sigismund III, Fidei Defensor, would 'cast away' the rightful Holy Mother Church only proves your sheer incompetence, desperation, and cowardice. You claim to be a holy realm, and yet you cast away His Holiness who had the generosity to crown your failure of a ruler as 'Emperor'. You then go back on your actions, like the yellow cowards you are, and beg for forgiveness. Now you have the audacity to call us 'opportunist' when it was YOU that took the opportunity to name a betrayer of his oath and family belief as the Vicar of Godan. Where was this sudden piety when your Canonist 'Brothers' were at arms with the Silver State of Haulun'or? Last I recall you did the opposite of condemnation and even made relations with them! Your sad excuses and blatant disregard of your own hypocrisy only shows your true colors. You're all snakes in purple clothing, more reptilian than the Azdrazi, and now you have exposed yourself to the rest of Humanity as a sad excuse of a nation, let alone an Empire. Repent as the sinners you are and repent properly for all are equal in the eyes of Godan."
Sincerely,
His Lordship, Robert Ludovar, Baron of Otistadt, Lord of Kazstadt18 -
From his residential area in the Nikirala Prikaz, Andrik would be smiling as he read the letter from His Holiness, the one true Pontiff, Everard VI. "Finally, I can return to San Luciano to complete our Embassy!" remarked the Prince to his pregnant wife, Nikoleta @zuziee
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From the Barony of Otistadt, one Robert Ludovar, sits in his rocking chair, creaking loudly and often as the wood could barely support his own weight. The Baron had a disgusted look on his face as he read the missive, scoffing "Of course the ******* Savoyards overthrew His Holiness. Never trust a Savoyard, I say!" he said to his son, Johann. "See why I don't like the fuckers? Do vy see Johann?? I should have kept that bastard Olivier's wig...."
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A LETTER TO THE ROYAL DUMA
From the Barony of Otistadt
4 0 2 E. S.“To His Excellecy, Rhys var Ruthern, Lord Speaker of Hanseti-Ruska, @Nolan_
It did not yet dawn on me until reviewing the regular Royal Duma Transcripts (of which House Ludovar does appreciate) that The Honorable, Isaak Amador, Viscount of Aurveldt and Aulic Jovenaar @Pureimp10 of the realm, broke both law and precedent by attending the last session of Duma. My heir, and Lord Isaak’s legal colleague, Jovenaar Johann Ludovar, pointed this out to me during our evening conversations. He had been disappointed that he was not able to attend the Royal Duma, but as any dutiful Jovenaar would he understood the law and abided by it. As the former Chief Royal Detective and a former member of the Justiciar’s Office, I can not in good faith simply let this blatant disregard of our sacred law code go unquestioned. How are we to trust an Aulic Jovenaar who either does not know what is written in the law, or worse, does not care to follow it himself? It is clearly stated under the Haural Caezk in Chapter II: Jura I Zem, Section 213: The Aulic Court, subsection 213.035 that:‘213.035: The following shall be ineligible to be appointed as a Jovenaar:
213.0351: Those who sit on the Royal Duma;
213.0352: Those who sit on the Aulic Council;’
This both implies and states that those who are appointed as Aulic Jovenaar are not able to hold a seat in the Royal Duma and are also unable to sit on the Aulic Council. This is to prevent any political bias and to ensure that the Jovenaar are as impartial as they can be. During the 402 ES XXXIV Session of the Royal Duma, it is clearly read in the transcripts that Lord Isaak was not only present during the proceedings, but an active participant of the debate and voting. I hereby call upon the Royal Inquisitor of the Royal Duma, whoever that may be in the upcoming elective term as I understand this current term has come to an end, to execute their legal authority to summon Lord Isaak Amador and to answer for his blatant disregard of precedent set before him as an Aulic Jovenaar and of the law written Haural Caezk. If they shall deny this request, I will use my right as a Noble Peer to petition to the Duma for a majority vote on a summons, to where they would have no choice but to summon Lord Isaak Amador."
Signed,
His Lordship, Robert Aleksandr Ludovar, Baron of Otistadt, Lord of Kazstadt
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13 hours ago, Raijen Stars said:
Johann Ludovar took the transcript, proudly reading through it wishing to see how the Duma he sadly could not attend go. Suddenly the Jovenaars' eyes widened "Isaak Amador?" He blinked reading the name of the fellow Jovenaar on the transcript "Aren't we as Jovenaars niet allowed to take a part in Duma?" He raised a brow, looking to his father
@Raijen StarsRobert Ludovar looked to his son, a smile forming on his features as he heard what he says "My my my... How very observant of vy Johann." he said with an upbeat tone in his voice "Fetch the Butler's, son. I need a lot of ink..."
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Robert Ludovar, the new HAUCHPAPEJ of Marie's child, rejoices in his keep as both his daughter and newly born granddaughter are both in good health and spirits. He plans to spoil his new granddaughter until the end of his days.
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From the cold frozen keep of Otistadt, a fat and aging Baron was sitting at his desk when a butler wearing all black arrived at his chamber's. Robert grimaced, as he knew this only meant news of death. As he broke the Barclay seal, he sighed heavily, looking to his wife who was sleeping soundly. He looked up at the sky and asked "I know vyr looking after her and our children, Luisa... My Godani bless vy"
In the heavenly lights of the seven skies, an old figure in clean armor greets Luisa. Next to him is his beloved granddaughter, Marie. The old figure sped up to Luisa with a wide smile. In his final years he was weakened and slow, but in the afterlife, it was as if he was in his prime. Ser Ivan embraced Luisa and simply said to her "Welcome home, dear..."3
Dear Diary - Entry #1: Cold and Lonely
in Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska
Posted
Some hilariously relevant music to go along with the post lmao
[!] A rudimentary painting of Prince Andrik in tears. It can be inferred that the light that shines upon him is GOD looking over the faithful, and the dark bedroom that he sits in is his everlasting loneliness and suffering.
[OOC] THIS DIARY IS NOT MEANT TO BE IRP PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE. This is just a log of events in my persona’s life and to expose interesting Rp to others. NO ONE KNOWS ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE PARTIES INVOLVED IN THEIR RESPECTIVE RP. Please don’t metagame :)
18th of Tov & Yermey, 408 ES | 18th of Sun’s Smile, 1855 FA
Dear Diary…
“It’s been cold and lonely in the Prikaz… Colder and lonelier than it ever has. The past few years have been nothing but unpleasant, to say the least. It first started with a tournament. Lady Vasileia Basrid accompanied her uncle, Matyas Basrid. Funny… the event itself was not even official, just an impromptu event meant to lift the morale of our brave fighting soldiers. I was up first, against ‘Danger’ Dougal, and I was the first to get knocked out of the tournament. It’s not like I expected to win anyways. I was just there to have fun, as we all were…
As the tournament and time, itself went on, I made my way to Lady Vasileia and made my usual diplomatic remarks. I will admit that I do hold a considerable amount of respect and admiration for the Lady-Regent of Savoy, but to go as far as to question my honor because I invited her to the Royal Booths, a right that is entirely my own, is simply outrageous. The mere notion of me cheating on my beautiful wife with a Savoyard is simply preposterous…
My beautiful wife… It’s funny I still call her that. Nikoleta stopped by today in my slumber. Whilst I tossed and turned in
myour bed, she collected her belongings as well as our beautiful daughter, Cazimiera. I’d not been close to my children, nor have I been a very good father. Perhaps that is why Nikoleta left me… and perhaps that is why she sent a letter requesting a divorce to the Pontiff…[!] Between the spaces of the paragraphs, dried tears would be found staining the parchment. It can be inferred that the heartbroken Prince was crying whilst writing this particular part of the entry.
Dearest Diary, never in my life had I felt such pain… I’d never felt so lost in my entire existence. Why? Why was this happening? Whatever happened to second chances or trying to move on? Why did it come to this? These are all questions I asked myself while it happened. It all happened so fast… I was begging for her to try and stay… but her answer stayed firm… Funny… Nikoleta was always one to stay true to her own beliefs, and so she did.
Our conclusion was short, but my feelings showed true. Every single part of it. I affirmed my love for her and bid my farewell and she bid hers… My eyes had been drowned in too many tears to even notice her leaving. As she left the Palace, I started to cry out in pain. My throat felt as if it were clogged up with the blubber of whales, and my heart sank into my stomach. I felt sick, and I nearly threw up. Questions started to race through my mind - What if?
What if I never went to that tournament? What if I never invited Lady Vasileia to the Royal Booth? What if I’d never taken up the mantle of being Ambassador? What if I never became a diplomat at all? All I can do now is wonder and hope that the Pontiff does not grant this wish of hers. I know, it’s selfish, but I still cling on to hope that I can fix this. I gave her my word that I would respect her wishes either way, but how can I? I love her. I want her by my side once more. I want to see her smile, sense her warmth, feel her embrace… I want to turn back the times and tell my younger self to enjoy the smaller things in life. I want to raise my children with her, not alone. I just want her back…
But it’s too late for that now. I’ve lost her, and now I’m alone. I feel lost. I have no more friends, and my family despises me. I wonder… is Godan punishing me for my sins? Was it because of the Bishop girl, whose name I’ve already forgotten? Could it be that drunken kiss that had no love behind it but just blind passion? Was that it? Or was it deeper than that… Perhaps it was my negligence as a husband… as a father. Perhaps Godan was not punishing me, but rather I’d punished myself…
I don’t know… All I know is that I’m alone once more. I wish I could take everything back. I’d sell my job, my titles, my soul if I need to… If I had just a day to experience true happiness again, I’d sell it all… What’s a Prinzen without his Prinzenas? What’s a father without all his children? What’s the point in continuing if I am lost at every corner? I beg and pray that Godan wakes me up from my eternal nightmare. Please… I just want to wake up. It’s cold and lonely in here”
-Andrik