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"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.
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"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.
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I am looking for children to be played for House de Rosius!
Location : Sedan
Discord : Orlesian#1539
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“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.
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13 hours ago, sergisala said:
"This revisionist historian is still writing this?" blinked the old and decrepit Sir Charles Galbraith
"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.
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THE DEATH OF
LADY DE ROCHEFORT
The Fallen Minstral
Written and disputed by Heloise of Artois
Penned on the 19th of The Amber Cold, In the year of 1883
Lady of Hightower (1880)
I write this while my soul prepares for the escape from my rotting flesh. I regret so many things but also I do not. I am proud to be of Artois. I am proud I was able to birth many children and see them be healthy. I am proud to have written a play, been a senator, and been a minstrel. I only have parting words for the ones whom I love. Which I shall begin.
My sons,
You make me as a mother proud to see you be strong and assisting your fool of a father in his endeavors. Even though I have not been a mother and been ill all these years, a curse which befalls all mothers of my bloodline, I am truly proud. I want to see you all grow and have beautiful wives of your own. To treat them with respect and your children with the love I could not.
My daughter,
Victorie, I miss you. Mi amour, I wish I could see you grow into the rose I had hoped. If only I had not vanished you would not have vanished from me. You are Julia in her wisdom, Milena the Red, in intelligence, and Maude of Copper Court in beauty. I only wish for you to be happy.
Baron of Halcourt,
Young lord, you have a legacy of princes to follow. Our name will only grow under your reign, you shall make your mother and forefathers proud. I remember our conversation, I want to say to treat her right. Treat your wife as a queen and respect her opinions. But do not let yourself be fully controlled by her, consorts in control only bring the worse. I have seen.
Katerina de Sarkozy,
My only friend. I miss you. I wish I could have been a better friend, I envy you for how your words are better than mine. Your words are like a gentle stream compared to my swan songs. I remember when we grew within Providence. I remember it all. The joy we had. Where did such joy go for me? I see you as a strong woman like your mother. Now strive and continue to tell the stories of old. The stories which were seen by you and I.
Orenia and her people. Acre and his people. I wish to say goodbye. I wished to be a poet but I was nothing at all. No legacy to leave for myself but the ones whom I love or loved. Thank god I shall not see the outcome of this horrid war. I have seen too many wars in one life time, such a short life time. I only ask for the world to seek out the mistakes of the ones before and learn. So our children, great grandchildren and so on shall live in an Era of Peace.
DIEU AVEC NOUS,
The Lady de Rochefort
Heloise of Artois
SpoilerRemembered at the last Orenian PK I said I would be leaving. I am gone everyone. I left the discords and such. I loved oren as a community. But over the two years I realized I did not want to be within Oren anymore. Between the infighting and the civil wars once and a while it became tiring for me. I had already listed many whom I thanked but I will thank more here.
@Lyonhartedand @milkyithank you both for allowing me to play a Halcourt when I first returned to Oren after the Aster Revolution. I had big ambitions but slowly I realized I simply wished to have fun. So I thank you both for allowing that and being overall amazing people and even friends.
@annanicole__ Thank you for the fun times our characters had. Being the besties of Oren for life. Literally vibing to crying to back.
@kazoo Thank you for the nice rp as well. It was nice my character bitching to yours and back. It was funny.
And to everyone else such as @Eryane @Axelu @valecu @Matheaww @tillyand so many others. I want to thank you all for the fun times our characters had. Such as Empress Ana talking with Heli about her critque or her music. Princess Carolina and Heloise planning political schemes. Odessa scolding Heloise a lot, lowkey being a mother figure to Heloise. Then me and Milyki gaslighting the small little chubby Baron of Pompourelia to join Lion's side of the war with cookies.
Stay safe, stay healthy, and hopefully we can vibe in the server. Just not in Oren.
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"My cousin! No! This... You had been like the evil sister! Dammit! Woman! Well.. may you rest..."
The woman coughed. Blood coming out from her mouth. Cleaning the stains on her face with a napkin while she crumples up inside of her bed. Looking rotted and sickly, the Baronetess perhaps was in her final days as well.
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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
SpoilerThis is only for players who are a part of House de Rosius. In Roleplay sent to the members of House de Rosius. Anyone else who claims to have gotten this letter is metagaming.
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SpoilerNO META GAMING!
THE FINALE DUEL
Tw : Suicide
Perhaps it was his own pride which led him to his foolish demise. Pride over intelligence. Patriotism? Perhaps?
How did this even come? What caused such a death?
It began as any day for the growing squire. Well, not any day. He had returned from a two year quest to find more of his own father. What lead him to his madness and his own death. An omen for his impending fate. Before going to the capital, The Ashford would decide to go to Acre. hearing vile rumors of the honorable Ser Gustaf and Baron Hannes.
Alas, the Falstaff found the Barony with the honorable Knight being surrounded by his wife, soldiers, and others. The squire, thinking of joy, walked to the Heir. Asking him if he had heard the silly rumors which surrounded him. The silly rumor of Acre rebelling against the crown. How silly would such a thing be? Right? That joy faded away as soon as the Heir questioned him, soon after a Romstun ally approached the group, blaming the soldier for the attack upon his own family. Allies became enemies. So quick. So sudden for the young Ashford.
Glares of hatred and distrust starred at him while he kept himself surrounded by trust and hope. But it soon faded. The Heir drew his silver blade upon the Legionnaire. Right after, the cunning Duchess-Dowager too drew her dagger upon the youthful Falstaff. His hope was gone after Romstun too drew his blade. All demanding him to give up his own arms. To become a prisoner, a tool.
This is when it went down to the path of his own death. The prideful and foolish Falstaff wished to have a duel of honor. If he would lose, he would become their prisoner. If he had won, he would gain his freedom. Be able to return home. So the Heir sent his Champion. Ser Uther to duel the young Falstaff. The Ashford followed the Knight with some other grunts of the Lord Acre. Perhaps this is where the Boy began to realize that either way he would become anothers tool.
The Finale Duel. Had Begun
The Ashford, fighting for his survival never wished to harm the Knight. Choosing to stand in a defensive manner with the pole of his pike under the grip of his hands. The truly honorable Knight charged forward with his body, being reckless but strong. The two fought with vigor and savagery. But with some strange dab of honor at the same time. While fighting. The thought came once again. He knew he would still be a tool used by traitors. By these once allies. He knew. That his time was coming to an end.
It had been hours, the two men exhausted. Lysander, seeming hopeless. Only being able to breathe and think of how to survive. How to escape after he lost. Thoughts before flew and danced around his pysche. How he was a mad child. Bond to be mad like his father. Crazy and insane like his ancestors. His pale and cold gaze looked back at the knight while he held onto his sword. Losing the pike while dueling the fair Knight. Perhaps it was when the sun finally rose above himself and Ser Uther. He realized.
The sun’s smile. A phase his mother said. A phase which was passed among the honorable Savoyardic men. Closing his eyes for a minute. Remembering the sun upon his skin while standing upon the dirt. Remembering his sister, mother. Even father. His mind finally shattered to realize a new narrative. His honor will forever be diminished. A useless mad child who wants to play knight. So then. He turned, giving a false yield to these men. Who in the end only stuck to their own morals.
In the end of all stories. We all fall. He remembered this while he saw his mother and then sister go and fade from his life. These memories flowed while he falsely yielded. Letting out a tear then The Sun’s Smile while he still looked at the rising sun. Turning to the grunts and honorable knight. Expressing his thanks. Tears flowing down while he pierced his chest with the cold blade. His body moving back into the steam while his chest bled. Strangely enough, it was a sense of release for the troubled soul. Smiling while the blood flew from his chest and the tears from his eyes.
Lysander Yves Ashford de Falstaff was dead. His life ended by his own hand.
The story of the fool, the brave, the truly scarred. The son of the Last Count of Leuven. Had fallen.
SpoilerSo rumor has it that I am planning to leave Oren. This is true. But just not yet. I knew I wanted to give Lysander a full and tragic end. With all of my admiring knight characters. Lysander's end was my favorite. It was shocking and fun. But his story from start to end was fun too. I want to thank @antiopafor allowing me to play their brother. I want to then thank @Chennsterfor being a kind and chill buddy.
After these two I want to thank @DahStalkerfor being such an inspiration throughout my time and it was an honor for you to be a guide during my time being a Falstaff. @wowsirss I loved the times we roleplayed! I am sorry I had to vanish so soon! But continue playing Manon as you want to! Never let anyone sway you otherwise OOCLY! @M1919, @ItemVendor, and @KornazkarummI want to thank all three of you for giving me a blast with my last moments with Lysander!
Stay safe! Stay Healthy!
Love you all! Goodnight!
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“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.
SpoilerI wanted a WAR :(
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Remember when this was just a block game…
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Nooooooooooooooooooo!Goodbye :(
Be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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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?
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When can we be RP sisters or something-
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VICTOIRE
Written by Héloïse Thérèse de Rochefort nee Halocurt d’Artois
Penned on the 17th of Snow’s Maiden, In the year of 1877
The Little Lady (1876)
My bright little star
Hair kissed by the embers of old
Shining so brightly in my heart
Laughing and smiling
The frightful cold is no match
As your heart is golden and pure
My bright little star
Soul kind and pious
Many will tempt to tear you down
But you shall withstand their venomous glares
Victoire, thy brightest star
Hair kissed by the sun above
May you grow wise and beautiful
May you strive and love
The bitterness of winter is no challenge
As thy golden heart is embraced by flames
Follow the lord, follow the light
My beautiful little star
Stay kind and pious
Let none ever dim your flames
WITH LOVE,
The Lady Rochefort
Heloise of Artois
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CAPYBARA!? CAPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYBARA!?!?!??!?!?!?!? COCONUT DOGGIE!?!?!?
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[IRP NAME:] Heloise of Artois
[DISCORD]: Orlesian#1539
[POSITION:] Poet Laureate
[REASON FOR INTEREST:] To make poems for the court.
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The Poems Of 1875
Lady Luciano (.1870)
Poems written and composed by Heloise Therese de Rochefort nee d’Artois.
1875
The Lady Of The Lake
Lies with lairs
The lady of the lake
Conspiring with sprites
For her own delight
She is swift and smooth
With her deck of tales
Be careful with herKeep your tongue sharp
Be careful with her
Keep your heart close
As the lady of the lake
Reveals no truth
Dust
Trust and dust
Go hand and hand
Dust is an annoyance
Trust lacks
Who can ever trust
Whenever it is like dust
Their timid Play
Is no match for I
As it is truth
Truth in its fullest
Trust and dust
Go hand and hand
Unhappy
Unhappiness
Such a bitter plague
I look to the streets
Seeing happiness
Passion shown
Loyalty expressed
From my high tower
I only feel doubt
My light fades
As his brightens
I am simply
Unhappy
WITH LOVE,
The Lady Rochefort
Heloise of Artois
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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
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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
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Wedding Of Budding Roses
The Hand of Youth by Héloïse of Artois (.1868)
After years of waiting. It is an honor from the houses of Halcourt and Pruvia to finally unite with the bounds of matrimony.
It Is to be announced that Miss Heloise Therese Halcourt d’Artois and Mister Guillaume Louis Pruvia are to be wed on the 17th of the First Seed. 1870. Approved by HH Claude Elizabeth Pruvia nee Ashford de Savoie, Regent of House Pruvia and HL Evangeline Marie Halcourt d’Artois, Baroness of Artois and Head of House Halcourt. The invitations will include all close family members of the bride and groom, following the Imperial Household. Then all other noble peers and gentry peers of the Kingdom of Oren. After the Gentry and nobility, there will be anyone who wishes to attend and watch the union.
PENNED BY
Her Highness
Claude Elizabeth Pruvia nee Ashford de Savoie, Lady Regent of House Pruvia
Her Ladyship
Evangeline Marie Halcourt d’Artois, Baroness of Artois, Head of House Halcourt
The Lady
Heloise Therese Halcourt d’Artois
The Lord
Guillaume Louis Pruvia
SpoilerOOC :
4/29/22
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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.
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The Accord of Alderpeople and ‘Aheral
in Laws and Decrees
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"This is where a war happens." The negative nancy of Athri'onn said.