TheCapybara

"Woah, didn't they die?" Eh, whatever. Haense needs more people for their nobility considering half of them call each other, cousins." An exhausted Lord expressed to himself while writing and working on an abundance of documents.

"Shall the problem of true legitimacy and the position of dynastic head never be fought over again." Yves of Levesque expressed while ordering workers around for his upcoming brewery and future business with Lord Varoche.

I am looking for children to be played for House de Rosius! Location : Sedan Discord : Orlesian#1539

Now. Me.

“Hm! Curious! Seems so minor. I could care less for his status. As a man who has to prove their status by making such a bitter showcase of approval, is fearing something.” The young Lord de Rosius said to a loyal bar patron while cleaning the bar table. While doing so, the Imperial Blooded lordling could feel a shiver from his back, simply rubbing and sweeping I off while continuing to clean the bar table.

"Someone forgot to give Mister Galbraith his medication! Someone roll him back to his room!" Said the nurse within the decaying Petrian Retirement home to another nurse.

“All coming together! My prince!” Yves de Rosius expressed to the Sedanian Prince. @Dogged

THE PITIFUL DISPUTE The Shotus Of Fools Written by Yves Michael of Aeldin Penned on the 28th of Malin’s Welcome, In the year of 1883 The Queen of Wonderland (1803) To my cousins and relatives to the North and South. I not only plead but demand you both stop this dispute. The Lady of the South should know to keep her mouth shut. She brings shame to our name and drags it through the dirt for exposing any showcase of hate or bitterness to another member, especially a former matriarch of the family. You not only bring shame to expose any showcase of weakness, but you also cause trouble and division within the Rosius Dynasty. I would have expected the Baroness of the South to act with more dignity and common sense before thinking to write anything of the sort Then to the Lady of the North, I scold you as well. Not for defending your own mother, the late Baroness Hera de Rosius. But for also bringing this dispute and scandal into the light of the public even more than our Cousin. Our dynasty was kept together and strong this long. For not who was more in the right, but knowing that working together will bring glory and honor. Valent, Otis, and Philip. Worked together to keep our dynasty strong and mighty, working hard not only to get their own recognition by being a holy knight or a political savvy statesman, but to allow their descendants to thrive under their fruits of labor. I know my words are harsh. But this action, this minor action to some. Is shameful and plainly idiotic. The anger which flowed through my veins when I saw these two articles, public articles, given by my poor elderly butler who was exposed to my ill behavior after seeing my reaction. I might as well have had a heart attack, as this just made my mind go into a state of fury, my brows furrowing as I scream and throw the articles into the flames in a fit of rage and anger. I only felt shame and sorrow after my outbursts of despair and wrath. As not only had I felt betrayed by seeing this but also injury for this showcase of weakness from both parties. Injured or not. I say this, stop this dispute immediately. Make amends publicly and never speak of this matter again or face the consequences of your actions. Do you wish for our family to be like the Rutherns? They literally were torn apart because of these types of actions. Do you wish for our family to be like the families divided in the War of Two Emperors? Cousin against Cousin, Mother against Daughter, and Father against Son? You two sicken me with these foolish games, actions which could have easily been thought over. But you let your own personal judgment dictate your actions, which historically never worked for any leader. Look at the entirety of Johannesburg. Destroyed because a mad Johannian Emperor would rather not let his brittle throne and deteriorating capital be taken over then to live and allow his legacy be remembered as just a failure, instead he is known as a mad, sinnful, and selfish Emperor. You both give me two choices, either hope you two amend for your mistakes and we all simply pass over this hiccup or I denounce you both and never speak with either branch of the family again. I am more convinced to do the second option but I am a merciful and kind relative who would rather see my family be more united than torn and broken. I hope the two of you sway me to pick the first option as I had only recently come to Alamaris and to settle within the Johannian Princes and Lords of the Horenic Dynasty within Sedan and do not wish to completely shut off my own blood from any forum of communication. DIEU AVEC NOUS, The Lord de Rosius Yves Michael of Aeldin

“Wussies. These men are afraid. They are afraid of their own false faith to punish them with what? A title? A shameful title from a false prophet. No peace will come from this. Only more hate and mockery. The Orenian king to do this? Why? He should not trust such hostile and foreign lords, gods and, peoples. They are just going to keep on fighting as always” The Yl’asath would express with disappointment towards the group of merchants she had been travelling with. Simply letting out a sigh and a shake of her head afterwards. Getting back to her monotonous and boring work. Looking up towards the looming and dark night skies.

Remember when this was just a block game…

Nooooooooooooooooooo! Goodbye :( Be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Does this means Poisons could be added? If this is created? Like poisoning people and a system to roll and check if the item is poisoned? Aka More Fauna and a revamp of the Herbology Lore? Will this be an opening to that idea?

When can we be RP sisters or something-

CAPYBARA!? CAPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYBARA!?!?!??!?!?!?!? COCONUT DOGGIE!?!?!?

The Daughter had let out a sigh. Knowing full well who these claimants were. The ker' looked towards the rising moon as the sun begun to set. Closing her eyes for a short second. Thinking what her next move was. Either she could fight off and be ignorant to this claim. Be ignorant to the ones who came before. Or prove herself worthy enough, even if it might come with rejection in the end. As the woman pondered. Her mind was scattered. Between pride and humility. Truly, she could either deny this one and utter truth. Be ignorant and foolish for the rest of her life. Claim onto something which isn't truly hers, not by blood, but by her worth and her honor. Or she could submit. Understand the utter and only truth and embrace that truth and undertake the fruits of labor to prove herself. It was decided She will prove herself worthy. As she is a Velulaei'onn

A Daughter of Velulaei sat near the large hearth, bright and lively. The niveus haired 'ker extended her arm towards her left, grappling a jagged rock. Landing the rock upon the spearhead. Brushing the rough edges of the small stone upon the blade. "The blade of the 'ker shall pierce them in the heart. They must surrender, but, their own pride will blind them. Their pride and selfishness will make them fall like all who defy our kind. Our claim will be heard. After the heiress had finished sharpening her spear, she'd walk out of the city, away from the warmth of the lively flames. Walking into the dark and murky woods of the Iron'uzg. The woman taking a deep breath. Only silence. Suddenly a small growl came from a bush to her left, her brow raising, turning her head quickly. Throwing the ferrum spear with force into the thicket, a squall coming from the unknown beast. As the woman had approached the area, she extended her hand onto the pole of the spear, pulling out what her spear had pierced. What she had caught. The spear was pulled out, the animal which she had caught. An Elysium Fox. It's neck bleeding. Deceased A foreseeing of what is to come.

I see what your saying. But this war’s toxicity is not even on the level of the Sedan war. People who are siding with the Empire side of this conflict are still allowed in the Kingdom Of Oren discord. They are treated nicely. But when they are those bad apples in the bunch who try to do these types of actions (doxxing, toxic behavior, etc.) then of course try in your own power to report them. No one will be able to report others for you. I am not saying your feelings are invalid. I just do not see through the liens which you see through. Also. I think many of us are trying to prevent another Sutican war situation or even a War of Two emperors situation. Which I was around for and was very chaotic oocly as a newer player. Let us all just remember this is a mineman game. A pixelated game. And they are also mods who are willing to take on reports and will take action. I am not saying oh you cannot say something is stupid. Just saying everyone should remain calm and if someone thing does happen. Report it. And keep it ooc.

Mourned and Remembered Alone. Alone stood the flaxen-haired debutante. Strumming the silver strings of her illuminating golden harp under the looming moonlight. The multiple celestial bodies up above looked down at the pity-filled Halcourt. Her milky gaze kept and lured towards the stars and moon up above. Still playing her aureate harp, a sad and mournful tune coming from the pearly strings plucked by the feminine hands of the Halcourt. “So much lost. My sanity fades away like ghosts.” She’d say to herself with a croaky voice, a tear falling down from her eye while she then began to dance in front of the fountain within the Palace gardens. None to view her madness but the heavenly night looming above with shadows and light. Heloise, being earthbound to the gravel which her gown’s train flowed across while dancing, doing an elegant waltz. Beginning to hum to herself, her tone depressing as the music coming from the strings of her harp. “To be scorned by so many now. My friends, my allies are none.” “Oh, father, mother, brother. I am sorry to disappoint you so much. I wish for the fields of Aeldin, where the poppies grew fresh upon the darken soils, the locks of my flaxen hair spread across the grass while the screams and cheers of children are heard. To feel the breath of fresh air from the heavens once more. Away from my pain and torment.” The Halcourt expressed her sorrow within the empty gardens, still played, even when playing and plucking the individual strings of her antique and valued harp. Performing alone. A lone rose among poppies. Her eyes, beginning to tear up more and more. Suddenly stopping her pitiful performance, throwing her instrument down. Falling down to her knees. “Aunt Amelia, Uncle Victor. I am sorry. I am so sorry. I failed you both. You two were always there but I can do nothing to pay back. John, my friend. Gone. Nikolai, my oldest ally. Gone. Carolina, my mentor. Taken away. What else must I do to pay the sin of existence and human behaviors. I am too brash, too stupid for Odessa and her rules. The court, the life of a noble is one which is chained by pearls and roses. Only to suffer. Fit into the box. Wear the porcelain mask. Keep on acting for my villains on this cruel stage.” Tears began to suddenly come out from the Halcourt’s milky eyes. The tears did not stop, pouring and pouring while she’d muffle under her arms which she laid her head upon, her head and smooth skinned arms resting upon the dry and cold stone of the fountains. Alone. No one there. None to hear her suffering. The cracks of her perfect porcelain mind became clear. Her gown becoming dust-covered as she laid there, crying her eyes to crimson red. Her face covered with a completely peachy and velvet complexion. Her thoughts, beginning to speak words which twirled and danced around her cracking mental state. “Why does this always happen?” “This is all my fault!” “People have always been like this!” “Wench! Savage! Useless!” The Halcourt suddenly stopped at the sounds of the pompous courtiers. Standing up. Quickly wiping away the tears and placing on makeup to hide the cracks of her doubts, her disappointments. Her sorrow. The red complexion was sourced from her hours of crying. Placing back on her mask of lies, entering the stage once more. One thing lingered in her mind while exiting the empty gardens of Aster Court. One word stood out amongst the shadows of self-loathing and depression which clouded her mind. Loved

"Who are these savages?" A young mali'ker questioned to herself, brushing her hair before standing up and walking up to the Fennic Tundra. "Killing men and woman for existence? Unbecoming of our people." Daenaera Veleuaei'onn expressed with horror, shaking her head in disappointment while word of these events would spread.

"Excuse me? What is this trash! How dare they! Excuse me the hell? Whoever did this I will literally smack them to the void! This is not of my production! Of my direction!" Senator Halcourt, Editor In Chief of the New Providence Post exclaimed at the town center, making a scene while she expressed her wrath! Ripping the article into shreds then stomping onto the ripped article before storming off.

“What a horrible lost! Anyways!” The Halcourt expressed with sarcasm, before continuing her paper work. Throwing the notice into the trash.

"Mary Casimira! Never heard of her! My new best friend is now Ayliana Valwynn" Says the Editor-In-Chief for the Providence post.

Hire me. Why not?

Blindness In Hate A View From Fear And Sorrow I am foolish, surely. I know this by simply writing this after the recent Imperial Court when two Haense men were put to death. At this court, a man had exclaimed, give mercy, two more asked the same. Then I wished to speak of my own thoughts. I said, “Your Imperial Majesty, I disagree.” This is when I was silenced. After this, the people within the court had started to cheer for the death of the Haense-men. I was given cold stares by objecting. I was upset. Why was my own voice silenced above others? When the rest of the courtiers and citizens left. I spoke with a woman. I said how distressed I was. To think we will cheer for death? Even when these men have killed our own brutally? Do they deserve this fate? Of course traitors of the Empire and to God must be punished. But to cheer for the death of an entire people? Cheers of “Death to Haensers.” I remembered, I was asked by my dear friend “Would you really speak even if a noose was wrapped along your neck?” I responded. Yes. Because I value my voice. If I was given a voice by God, why not use it? So here I am. The Halls Of Providence (1800) Why do I write this then? I want to show, no, express my sadness. Of course, cheer for our victories. But that doesn’t mean the ones we kill don’t have families, children, and loved ones. Alas, traitors must be killed, alas, heathens must be killed. We are at war and we must kill to win. War is depressing and bloody. Violent. But will we become so blind in hate? So blind in hate to even fear of death for speaking out? To fear within our own home, our own soil and grass. I am not afraid, I am open to criticism. But I will not be silenced. But will you all be open to the same? For me to give critique? Is it not the foundation of our Empire! That all of us will have voices. That all of us are children of God and united under the Orenian flag. I will not stay silenced and I will speak my mind. I will speak my heart, my soul. I will share my view from this fearful and sorrowful island which I stand on, covered by a sea of hate. I pray for victory of the Empire, I sacrifice for our Empress and Emperor when in battle, I pray for the souls corrupted by heathen kings and princes, But I will not fight or pray for hate. Sincerely, Héloïse