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The Failures Of Peter The Foolish, 1868
The Hand of Greed by Héloïse of Artois (.1868)
Peter. A prestigious name within the history of Horen's descendants. Peter the First, the first of the Chivay emperors. Peter the Second of the Johannian era. Then Peter the Third. The one who rebuilt the empire from ashes after the chaotic era of an empty throne. After the bloodshed of the War of Two Emperors. Now Peter Novellen claims himself as Emperor. What a shame. A shame to our empire and his very own dynasty. His great ancestors, Emperor Joseph the Second and Empress Anne the First. must be devastated at how this fool of a descendant would dare think himself worthy of the Imperial Throne.
Mother Of Helane by Augusta du Gugise (.1741)
After years of being away from the public eye of the Orenian people. He decides that when the beloved Emperor Philip the Third and Empress Anastasia the First had perished. To show his ugly and despicable self to all. To the eyes of the nobility, the common folk, and God. Not only have you shown that you are a power-hungry rodent. But to be heartless. Returning so quickly when your own parents are announced dead. No mourning. No honor.
The Helanian Trot by Marcus Vonstrum (.1737)
Then you declare yourself as emperor, what pity I have for such an ignorant brute who cares not for the empire’s legacy. Not for the stability of the children of Horen and Julia. But only power and causing chaos. So quick to show your sin. So quick to prove your parents point of your own incompetence and dishonor to their will. Showing your true colors to all to see. May God forgive you when you eventually perish like the honorable men and women who fought for this Empire. Because we the Orenian people, the children of the Exalted Godfrey, will never bow down to a traitorous, backstabbing, and horrific man like you.
LONG LIVE FREDRICK THE FIRST
THE RIGHTFUL KING OF OREN
The Deputy Director of the Ministry of Civil Affairs
The Right Honorable,
Héloïse Thérèse Halcourt d’Artois
SpoilerThis is roleplay. This is my own character's thought and her publically declaring loyalty for @Lionhz's character. And their denouncement of @Da_Emperors's character.
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"Perhaps I am less hated now?"
Héloïse questions to her self for a mere second before dismissing the thought.
"No, not a chance."
Finally, letting out a hopeless sigh as she continued to walk the empty halls of Aster Court.
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Spoiler
Trigger Warning : Depression
No Metagaming
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
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"Huh, she actually knows how to say something kind. Before completely destroying me but. In the end. She got something kind out."
The Halcourt debutante expressed with minor shock while editing some sections of the New Providence Post within the messy and ink filled prints of the Civil Affairs printing presses.
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2 hours ago, Xarkly said:
King Sigismund tapped a finger on the pommel of his longsword as he stared out the window across Karosgrad.
It had been some weeks now since he had been told of what transpired between the timid boy from the south, and the daughter he cherished more than anything. The timid boy he had, against his better judgment, trusted. He stared down at this table, at the invitation. He knew where the boy would be, now, and when.
He resumed staring out the window, tapping his finger on the pommel.
“I swear if some Haense man tries to ruin my girl’s wedding. I will kill him.”
An Orenian Senator expressed with annoyance to her cousin while they drank their tea with breakfast within the Halcourt Estate.
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A young Orenian Senator would hear of the news from a petite servant of the Halcourt estate while she drank her mourning tea, working on the piles and stacks of government documents. She was not shocked or horrified. But relieved. In a sense that finally. An enemy had finally perished and taken his last breath. Such a strange thing. Perhaps Heloise Therese, felt joyous when hearing the news of the Viscount's fall. After the servant left her quarters, the Halcourt would let out a deep sigh. Signing the Lorriane Cross while she turned her head towards the rising sun, looming above Mardon with it's golden coat.
The young woman expressed with some sadness in her voice while she prayed. Strangely, letting out a smile while she still kept her cold gaze upon the looming sun. Her blonde lochs was moved and flew against the high winds of the forest. Her eyes closed, paying attention for a moment to the tranquil sounds of the forest and nature, then the townsfolk of Mardon waking up, the sounds of farmers working on the fields of wheat of the Pruvia Estate. To the markets and shops opening their doors.
As finally.
Peace was achieved.
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"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.
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"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.
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“What a horrible lost! Anyways!”The Halcourt expressed with sarcasm, before continuing her paper work. Throwing the notice into the trash.
SpoilerI’m sorry, not the people who logged off from CRP right after Itdontmatta said your halt emote was invalid. Saying that people had been shilling.
Girl, please.
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"Knew she should have not gone back to those Savoyards. God bless Carolina's soul."
Héloïse Thérèse would express with injury and sorrow in her tone. Signing the Lorraine, before, swiftly throwing away the notice into the trash. Going back to her stacks and piles of paper work. A sad growing expression across her face while working. Disturbed and unable to focus after such shocking news.
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EMMA
Written by Héloïse Thérèse Halocurt d’Artois
Penned on the 16th of Snow’s Maiden, In the year of 1865
The Grasp Of Iblees (1851)
Emma, Emma-
Deceptive maiden
Chained by insanity
Pale marnaian gaze
Her heart cold as ice
Sister, Sister-
Innocence lost
Lives Lost
Mourning follows
Her trail of sorrow
Emma, Emma-
Deceptive maiden
Chained by insanity
Fallen forever
Forever damned
Sister, Sister-
Innocence lost
Soul severed
Her life cut short
By blue blood
Bénis-Nous Tous,
Héloïse of Artois
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"Mary Casimira! Never heard of her! My new best friend is now Ayliana Valwynn"
Says the Editor-In-Chief for the Providence post.
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MC NAME : Orelsian
RP NAME : Heloise Therese (Halcourt)
AGE : 20
Are you an Orenian Citizen or Ally : Citizen
Are you a Knight of the Empire: No
If you are from a Noble House, which one : House Halcourt
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CASTING CALL
Anabel Of Cyrilsburg
In an announcement of the upcoming Astercaila, of the Lady Heloise Halcourt to present her play. Anabel Of Cryilsburg. Requested by her Imperial Majesty, Anastasya of Kotiz. The play shall be preformed on the Month of the Sun's Smile, 1868. The date of the casting call and acceptation of any play who wishes to act in this play, will be on the Month of the Snow's Maiden, 1865.
Her Ladyship,
Heloise Therese Halcourt d’Artois
Cast
Princess Anabel of Cyrilsburg:
The young and adolescent Princess Royale of Cyrilsburg in The daughter of Wilhelm I of Curonia and Evelyn of Istria. She was considered a timid girl. But, some had considered Anabel to be an extremely bright child as well.
Wilhelm I of Curonia:
Founder of the Kingdom of Curon and father of the Princess Royale of Cyrilsburg, He was considered a doting father to Anabel and an even more dutiful ruler to the Curonian people. But, Wilhelm was also known to be very paranoid and protective.
Evelyn of Istria:
Mother of the Princess Royale of Cyrilsburg. She was thought of as a good mother to Anabel and an even more loyal Queen-consort to Curon. Numerous historians consider Evelyn to be extremely pious, kind and holy.
Ser Graham Milner:
The honest and overly zealous knight under Wilhelm of Curonia, in charge of watching over Anabel’s welfare and security. Historians believe Ser Graham Milner was also remarkably blunt and brash.
Prince Romulus of Renatus:
Son of Augustus the First with his sister-wife, Helen of Carolustadt. Fellow princes and lord-lings of the Empire considered Romulus as a brash and trouble making prince-ling, but also very charismatic.
Helen of Carolustadt:
The sister-wife of the extremely controversial Emperor of Man, Augustus the First. Many courtiers of Carolsutadian court considered Helen to be a gentle speaking and benevolent Empress-consort, occasionally crafty.
SpoilerDate of Casting Call
3/30/2022
2:00 PM EST
Location : Aster Court
Play :
Astercaila :
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RP Name: Heloise Therese
MC Name: Orlesian
Voted: Yes
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SURNAME: Halcourt d'Artois
FIRST NAME: Héloïse Thérèse
ADDRESS OF RESIDENCE: Halcourt Estate
DISTRICT/MUNICIPALITY/ARCHDIOCESE OF CANDIDACY: Providence
YEAR OF BIRTH: 1844
Are you registered and eligible to vote in the Municipality or Archdiocese you are running?
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 (1854)?
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)): Orlesian
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The youngest cousin to the Baroness Halcourt would tilt her head, staring towards her relatives with a raised brow. This confusion turned into fury after shredding her copy of the notice into pieces. Then suddenly expressing her anger to the Baroness and her fellow Halcourts.
"I have seen her! She is an elven woman! How dare this nobody attempt to drag our family name to the ground! She must be some delusional wench trying to grab attention! How dare she!"
Heloise screamed, enraged at this motion. This thought. While storming off to her room, the woman would scream across the estate halls in her native tongue when walking.
"Comment ose-t-elle! Comment ose cette fille!"
Then, after entering her room. Slamming the door shut, a sound heard heard along the halls of the family estate. The lean halcourt would prepare her feather and ink. A devilish and devious grin growing across her face.
SpoilerNote From Orlesian :
Hey @Fanglike this is my characters reaction to seeing that your elf claiming to be apart of Halcourt. My character being a Halcourt. Is very upset. So this is no personal attack on yourself or what you want to do IRP.
English Translation :
How dare she! How dare this wench!
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Lady of Huntshill
Written by Héloïse Thérèse Halocurt d’Artois
Penned on 16th of Snow’s Maiden, In the year of 1863
SpoilerOriginal Music and Lyrics by Raney Shockne
Guitar by Nick Stoubis
Bioware - EA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RfwblZjfOFE
La Chasseresse De La Mer Verte (1861)
Common Verison
Lady Huntshill,
Swift and cunning,
Her arrows will cut you
Down
Lady Huntshill,
Taut bow taunting,
Life so thinning
Will flee your gaze
Born of aster,
Loyal and sound,
Faithfully bound
Lady Huntshill,
Battle's calling
Orenia’s shining prize
Lady Huntshill,
Smile at warning,
Smirk at doom
And laugh in their eyes
Lady Huntshill,
Without warning,
Makes enemies fall
Like tarnished crowns
What can be said
To all who have fled
The Pale Eyed Maiden?
But all who remained
To stand in her way
Met with her arrow's fate
Lady Huntshill,
Swift and cunning,
Her arrows cut you
Down
Lady Huntshill,
Battle's calling
Orenia’s shining prize
Lady Huntshill,
Smile at warning,
Smirk at doom
And laugh in their eyes
Born of aster,
Loyal and sound,
Faithfully bound
Lady Huntshill,
Swift and cunning,
Her arrows will cut you
Down
Auverguine Verizon
Madame Huntshill,
Rapide et rusé,
Ses flèches te couperont
Vers le bas
Madame Huntshill,
Provocation à l'arc tendu,
La vie si mince
Fuira ton regard
Né d'aster,
Fidèle et solide,
Fidèlement lié
Madame Huntshill,
L'appel de la bataille
Le prix brillant d'Orenia
Madame Huntshill,
Sourire à l'avertissement,
Sourire au destin
Et rire dans leurs yeux
Madame Huntshill,
Sans avertissement,
Fait tomber les ennemis
Comme des couronnes ternies
Que peut-on dire
A tous ceux qui ont fui
La jeune fille aux yeux pâles ?
Mais tous ceux qui sont restés
Se tenir sur son chemin
A rencontré le destin de sa flèche
Madame Huntshill,
Rapide et rusé,
Ses flèches te coupent
Vers le bas
Madame Huntshill,
L'appel de la bataille
Le prix brillant d'Orenia
Madame Huntshill,
Sourire à l'avertissement,
Sourire au destin
Et rire dans leurs yeux
Né d'aster,
Fidèle et solide,
Fidèlement lié
Madame Huntshill,
Rapide et rusé,
Ses flèches te couperont
Vers le bas
Bénédictions à toi bel enfant,
Héloïse of Artois
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Hire me. Why not?
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Heloise Therese Halcourt d'Artois, questions who the mother is . . . ?
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ANABEL
Princess Royale of Cyrilsburg
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Written by Héloïse Thérèse Halcourt d’Artois,
A dramatized piece depicting the beginnings of Anabel I of Curonia,
Do not take the events which happen in the play for fact.
This piece is dedicated to Her Imperial Majesty, Anasatya of Kotiz.Cast
Princess Anabel of Cyrilsburg:
The young and adolescent Princess Royale of Cyrilsburg in The daughter of Wilhelm I of Curonia and Evelyn of Istria. She was considered a timid girl. But, some had considered Anabel to be an extremely bright child as well.
Wilhelm I of Curonia:
Founder of the Kingdom of Curon and father of the Princess Royale of Cyrilsburg, He was considered a doting father to Anabel and an even more dutiful ruler to the Curonian people. But, Wilhelm was also known to be very paranoid and protective.
Evelyn of Istria:
Mother of the Princess Royale of Cyrilsburg. She was thought of as a good mother to Anabel and an even more loyal Queen-consort to Curon. Numerous historians consider Evelyn to be extremely pious, kind and holy.
Ser Graham Milner:
The honest and overly zealous knight under Wilhelm of Curonia, in charge of watching over Anabel’s welfare and security. Historians believe Ser Graham Milner was also remarkably blunt and brash.
Prince Romulus of Renatus:Son of Augustus the First with his sister-wife, Helen of Carolustadt. Fellow princes and lord-lings of the Empire considered Romulus as a brash and trouble making prince-ling, but also very charismatic.
Helen of Carolustadt:The sister-wife of the extremely controversial Emperor of Man, Augustus the First. Many courtiers of Carolsutadian court considered Helen to be a gentle speaking and benevolent Empress-consort, occasionally crafty.
Extras
Cyrilsburg Crier
Songbird Performers
Curonian Citizens
Curonian Nobility
Imperial NobilityHaense Nobility
Guards
Narrator
[ MUST BE PLAYED BY THE LADY OR GENTLEMAN DIRECTING THE PLAY ]
Props
Tea Set
Teddy BearProp Baby
Green Silk
Act One
Beginnings
Spoiler[ The lights turn on. The curtains rise upon the town square of Cyrilsburg, the capital of the Curonian people. The CYRILSBURG CIRER standing on top of a wooden box, placed on center stage. While Curonian citizens entered the stage, surrounding the crier. ]
Cyrilsburg Crier :
All Ladies and Lords!
We have news of great importance!
The Count and Countess of Curon announce the birth of their daughter!
Lady Anabel of House Devereux!
Long may the Count and Countess reign!
Curonian Citizens :
Long Live!
Lady Anabel of House Devereux!
Long Live!
Cyrilsburg Crier :
Now! His Grace! Wilhelm Devereux!
[ WILHELM I OF CURONIA comes out from the balcony of the Devereux Keep in front of the town square with his beloved wife, EVELYN OF ISTIRA who holds onto a prop baby, wrapped around with green silks. The Citizens cheering for their lord, before, WILHELM I OF CURONIA would lower his hand. The citizens cheers, stopping. ]
Wilhelm I of Curonia :
Beloved people, thank you.
Thank you all for your loyalty and hard work!
Let us all celebrate!
[ After WILHELM I OF CURONIA’s speech, Song Bird Performers would enter the stage, upper stage center, in front of the palace doors, playing beautiful music from their vocals and woodland instruments. Evelyn then exited the stage, walking “Into” the keep with the prop baby, enter SER GRAHAM MILNER ]
Ser Graham Milner :
The people love you!
My lord?
Was it a hard birth? For Lady Evelyn?
Wilhelm I of Curonia :
Indeed, It was extremely hard.
But God has delivered us!
A beautiful and healthy baby girl.
Ser Graham Milner :
Besides that my lord.
I have received Intel from spies.
A plot from the Adrians is brewing!
Wilhelm I of Curonia :
Of course, they have been on a slander campaign for a while.
[ WILHELM I OF CURONIA looks towards SER GRAHAM MILNER ]
Wilhelm I of Curonia :
I fear they will try something bold, Graham. I truly fear.
I fear my legacy, my father’s legacy.
Will all be for nothing after my death!
[ Beat ]
My own son seems to be quite foolish, even for a child.
My beloved wife, daughter, children, and citizens.
I do not wish for them all to perish after I am deceased.
Ser Graham Milner :
We must not fear! We must not falter, my lord!
My blade will always belong to you.
Wilhelm I of Curonia :
Let us hope. God be with us.
[ WILHELM I OF CURONIA and SER GRAHAM MILNER exit the stage through the “balcony” while the Curonian citizens celebrate with music still playing. Then the people would exit the stage, the curtains closing. The narrator comes out, downstage center, in front of the curtains. ]
Narrator :
Tis the Story of a Devereux.
A Princess.
A Duchess.
An Empress Mother.
And finally, a Queen.
Here is Anabel, the Princess Royale of Cyrilsburg
[ The Narrator would exit the stage. ]
END OF ACT ONE
Act Two
Destined
Spoiler[ The lights turn on. Curtains rise upon the town square of the Cyrilsburg, the capital of the Curonian people. ENTER PRINCESS ANABEL OF CYRILSBURG from the left, walking to center stage while holding onto a teddy bear. Enter SER GRAHAM MILNER from the right, walking to center stage. ]
Ser Graham Milner :
What are you doing out here? Little Princess?
Princess Anabel of Cyrilsburg :
I am not little! I am about six and . . . A half!Six and a half!
Ser Graham :
Aren’t you an adult now!
[ WILHELM I OF CURONIA enters the stage in a distressed manner, running up to hug his child as guards rushed passed him ]
Wilhelm I of Curonia :
My beautiful rose!
Oh!
My beautiful rose!
Ser Graham Milner :
Is something wrong? Sire?
Wilhelm I of Curonia :
Yes, those bastard Adrians wish to marry my daughter!
And, go to war with us!
Ser Graham Milner :
The Emperor would not allow this! I assure you!
Wilhelm I of Curonia :
God Bless! Let us hope . . .
[ IMPERIAL SOLDIERS with PRINCE ROMULUS OF RENATUS enter the stage, standing on center stage right. The guards run, giving WILHELM I OF CURONIA a small whisper, the Devereux then left with SER GRAHAM MILNER. Leaving the two children on center stage. ]
Prince Romulus of Renatus :
I- I am… Romulus!
Princess Anabel of Cyrilsburg :
I am Anabel! Nice to meet you!
Prince Romulus of Renatus :
Do you like to play in the snow?
Princess Anabel of Cyrilsburg :
I do! Let's do that!
[ The lights would go off for a couple of minutes, then turn back on with the two children building a snowman on center stage. The lights would go off once more, this time the children making snow angels. Then finally, for the last time. The lights went off and on, the two children on the ground, laughing. ]
Prince Romulus of Renatus :
That was so fun!
Can we be friends?
Princess Anabel of Cyrilsburg :
Friends forever!
[ PRINCESS ANABEL OF CYRILSBURG and PRINCE ROMULUS OF RENATUS walk out of the stage from their right. The curtains closed quickly afterward. The lights turning off. ]
END OF ACT TWO
Act Three
The Dance
Spoiler[ The lights turn on. Enter the NARRATOR backstage center, in front of the closed curtains ]
Narrator :
Years had passed, Since the two, Destined lovers, Had met in childhood.
Now we take us to the end of the gentlemen’s war
Curonians had their first king,
Wilhelm the First.
[ Exit the NARRATOR. Lights turn off. Curtains rise upon the gardens of Red City, with imperial nobility on the center upper stage. The lights turn on. Haense nobility on the right upper center stage, then Curonian nobility on the left upper center stage. Enter EVELYN OF ISTIRA and HELEN OF CAROLUSTADT, walking onto center stage.]
Evelyn of Istira :
Your Imperial Majesty!
Helen of Carolustadt :
Queen Evelyn,
How are your children?
Evelyn of Istira :
Very well. Your Imperial Majesty!
My daughter, Anabel.
[ Beat ]
Has grown into a beauty!
Only to be rivaled to yourself, of course!
Helen of Carolustadt :
I can see.
My son, Romulus, has s been speaking of your daughter!
For a while-
[ Beat ]
Oh? Here they come!
[ Enter PRINCESS ANABEL OF CYRILSBURG and PRINCE ROMULUS OF RENATUS. The two consorts would move backwards into the crowd Imperial Nobility. The two now teenagers, would be doing a simple waltz, expressing joy and happiness while they spoke to each other.]
Princess Anabel of Cyrilsburg :
I think everyone is watching us.
Romulus.
Prince Romulus of Renatus :
It is no problem, let them watch.
I only wish to dance with you.
Princess Anabel of Cyrilsburg :
Then let us dance, till this dream.
Ends.
Prince Romulus of Renatus :
I only hope to have this dream with you,
My beauty, never ends.
[ After PRINCESS ANABEL OF CYRILSBURG and PRINCE ROMULUS OF RENATUS’s short conversation the pair of royals would elegantly dance around the stage, going to the center right, then center left. Then onto downstage left, downstage center, then finally center stage. While the two players would dance, traditional Haense music would be played by an orchestra. ]
Prince Romulus of Renatus :
I love you.
You are a Saint from the Seven Skies.
Your beauty is only compared to, Saint Juila.
[ Beat ]
None can compete with you.
You are my shield while I am your blade.
I stand to defend your beauty and purity.
Princess Anabel of Cyrilsburg :
My heart belongs to no other.
God has sent me a man of honor.
[ Beat ]
A prince of my heart, none can ever take my heart but you.
You stand here as the one who holds the locket, to my heart.
[ Once PRINCESS ANABEL OF CYRILSBURG and PRINCE ROMULUS OF RENATUS would exit the stage after their short exchange. HELEN OF CAROLUSTADT would exchange a grin to EVELYN OF ISTIRA while leading the Curonian Queen to center stage. All NOBILITY exiting the stage shortly after the royal couple. ]
Helen of Carolustadt :
Evelyn, perhaps we can talk over.
What do you like?
Evelyn of Istira :
Tea or wine, your Imperial Majesty.
Beer is the drink of the poor.
Helen of Carolustadt :
Agreed, Evelyn.
[ Beat ]
Then, let us meet in a couple of days.
I have an idea.
[ Exit HELEN OF CAROLUSTADT and EVELYN OF ISTIRA, the curtains closing. ]
END OF ACT THREE
Act Four
Betrothals
Spoiler[ The lights turn on. Curtains rise. Showing a small table on center stage, a chair on the left and right. HELEN OF CAROLUSTADT already sitting on the right chair. Enter EVELYN OF ISTIRA walking into the Imperial Gardens of Carolustadt, sitting on the left chair. ]
Helen of Carolustadt :
Evelyn? Anabel, is it?
I think she has caught the heart of my beloved son! Romulus!
Evelyn of Istira :
Really? Are you upset?
I will go to her right now and slap her!
Tell her to stop acting like a wh^re-
Helen of Caroulstadt :
No, no! Evelyn, dear!
I propose a betrothal.
[ Beat ]
For a while, my husband.
Has been thinking of one, perhaps to have stronger ties to allies.
Loosen up our incestuous bloodline or, more control over Curon.
Evelyn of Istira :
Really?
Will my daughter be able to live nicely?
I hear your courts are filled with snakes.
Helen of Caroulstadt :
Evelyn, dear! I promise under god, the exalted Horen.
Your daughter will not be harmed by any, within my court.
Evelyn of Istira :
Of course, what-
Helen of Caroulstadt :
As long as I am EMPRESS-CONSORT.
I will not let a finger touch her. It is my idea for my sons to marry.
Suitable brides. Too many lowborns running around.
Trying to wh^re their ways into my sons heart.
[ Beat ]
Besides, this alliance between our bloodlines.
Will be mighty, historians will remember the Curonian Princess!
Who married the dragon blooded prince.
Their children could rule empires, kingdoms-
Their legacy will be mighty.
Evelyn of Istira :
I am quite tired, isn't there?
Water?
Helen of Caroulstadt :
Evelyn, stop the act.
You know this will be amazing.
Please! Just listen!
Evelyn of Istira :
Do our husbands know?
Of this crafty idea?
Helen of Caroulstadt :
Of course not, but they will soon.
I simply wanted to see your reaction.
[ Beat ]
Which, doesn’t seem. Too well.
Guess, you do not want your daughter to be,
Happy.
Evelyn of Istira :
No! I only want her happiness.
Do not twist my silence for denial.
I agree to this scheme, with only.
One, one request.
Helen of Caroulstadt :
What is that?
Evelyn of Istira :
Besides my daughter’s safety.
You must swear, that your son.
Will love my daughter, till death.
Helen of Caroulstadt :
. . .
[ Beat ]
Perhaps.
[ Exit HELEN OF CAROLUSTADT, storming off the stage to her right (pushing the chair onto the table) leaving EVELYN OF ISTIRA on her chair while curtains close. Lights go off. ]
END OF ACT FOUR
Monologue
Fate
Spoiler[ Enter PRINCESS ANABEL OF CYRILSBURG backstage center, in front of the closed curtains and facing the audience. Lights turn on. ]
Princess Anabel of Cyrilsburg :
I have heard of betrothal to my love.
Romulus.
[ Beat ]
I feel like this was a fate, bestowed by God.
Perhaps, I am foolish. I will miss my father.
I will miss my mother and siblings.
But I understand that I must follow my duty.
[ Beat ]
Though, even when my dreams have come true. I still feel anxiety.
Maybe it is my wedding? I feel like it was only.
A month ago when I met Romulus. His pale eyes and brunette hair.
How I adore it. I adore all of him.
[ Beat ]
Well then, I must go off. I do not know what God has planned for me.
Will he make me a princess forgotten in history?
Do I have any ambitions of my own by marrying?
Perhaps not, perhaps so.
[ Beat ]
Godspeed.
[ Exit PRINCESS ANABEL OF CYRILSBURG. Walking off the stage to her right. The lights go off. ]
THE END
13 -
Natalya vas Ruthern turns her pale gaze towards the elderly Duke. She would welcome her grandfather to the Seven Skies, rushing over to give him a large and warm embrace. While expressing a joyous smile.
“I missed you grandpapej! Now let’s go see my mamej, uncle Viktor, and everyone else! How I missed you so much!”
The Ruthern would express while she’d take his hand, squeezing it tight as the young woman lead her grandfather. Still expressing a joyous smile, ascending into the light.
Meanwhile….
In the gardens of the Aster Court, two woman dressed in fine silks spoke with one another. Sipping tea and eating small cookies.“Hm? He has passed? I never really met him. My father had always told me before my mamej died.”
The Halcourt paused while she spoke with her cousin, Thea Helenie. Expressing pain while she mournfully spoke. Staring towards the Auburn haired Halcourt with her cold gaze. Her eyes beginning to water.
“She had always told how great of a man he was. A family man, a man who worked hard. I wish I could met him. It brings me regret I never met a man so special to my mother… god bless..”
SpoilerAve. Thank you. Thank you for everything for giving me Natalya so long ago. Thank you. Simply. Thank you! Your the best and I hope the best for you in the future!
2 -
Helton O' Helton
Written by Héloïse Thérèse Halocurt d’Artois
Penned on 18th of The Grand Harvest, In the year of 1859
SpoilerOriginal Music and Lyrics by Raney Shockne
Guitar by Nick Stoubis
Bioware - EA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZqS2aHhKW4
The Helvetii Matyr (1850)
Common Verison
Helton mighty fame,
Unsheathe your blade of fame.
Helton's prayers heard,
Too late, to stand.
Crosses adored with blood
Shall cry of his faith.
Helton’s fallen pride
Shall revoke his claim.
Helton, duke in red,
Shall rise again.
Helton’s martyr wrath.
Soon the world will pay.
Auverguine Verizon
Helton puissante renommée,
Dégainez votre lame de gloire.
Les prières de Helton entendues,
Trop tard, pour rester debout.
Des croix adorées avec du sang
Pleurera sa foi.
La fierté déchue de Helton
Doit révoquer sa demande.
Helton, duc en rouge,
Ressuscitera.
La colère du martyr de Helton.
Bientôt le monde paiera.
Bénis-Nous Tous,
Héloïse of Artois
16 -
Emperor and Empress
Written and composed by Héloïse Thérèse Halocurt d’Artois
Penned on the 10th of the First Seed, In the year of 1859
SpoilerOriginal Music and Lyrics by Raney Shockne
Guitar by Nick Stoubis
Bioware - EA
The Raevir Empress, by Héloïse Thérèse Halocurt d’Artois (1850)
Common Verison
Empress and Emperor,
In the reign of the dragons,
Eclipsed in the eye of man
We Orenians.
Empress and Emperor,
May glory be seen,
We fight for the day
You’ll lead us to salvation
And bring us to glory.
You are forever
In Our hearts.
Loyal by soul and bones.
Empress and Emperor,
Save us, Orenians,
The nation fights with sweat and tears
The course is but run, and the end has begun.
Empress and Emperor,
Give us strength
Embrace us with arms,
And dress us with swords
And light up our hearts with passion
You are forever
In Our hearts.
Loyal by soul and bones.
Empress and Emperor,
In the reign of the dragons,
Eclipsed in the eye of man
We Orenians.
Empress and Emperor,
May glory be blessed,
We fight for the day
You’ll lead us to salvation
And bring us to glory.
Auverguine Verizon
Au règne des dragons,
Eclipsé dans l'oeil de l'homme
Nous Oréniens.
Impératrice et Empereur,
Que la gloire soit vue,
Nous nous battons pour la journée
Tu nous conduiras au salut
Et amène-nous à la gloire.
Nous sommes pour toujours
Dans vos coeurs.
Fidèle par l'âme et la chair.
Impératrice et Empereur,
Sauvez-nous, Oréniens,
La nation se bat avec de la sueur et des larmes
Le cours n'est que couru, et la fin a commencé.
Impératrice et Empereur,
Donne-nous la force
Embrasse-nous dans tes bras,
Et habillez-nous d'épées
Et illumine nos cœurs avec passion
Nous sommes pour toujours
Dans vos coeurs.
Fidèle par l'âme et la chair.
Impératrice et Empereur,
Au règne des dragons,
Eclipsé dans l'oeil de l'homme
Nous Oréniens.
Impératrice et Empereur,
Que la gloire soit bénie,
Nous nous battons pour la journée
Tu nous conduiras au salut
Et amène-nous à la gloire.
Orenia Éternelle,
Héloïse of Artois
12
THE DISOWNMENT OF GUILLAUME LOUIS
in Provinces and Territories
Posted
"You cannot disown a spouse dumbass. Does? Does this fool even know that you cannot disown a spouse? Well he was the same fool to consider a dragon a blessing from God! When only those heathen worshipers consider dragons as something which is holy! You also, need permission from the High Pontiff to annual a marriage. To make it void. I guess the house which always prided in their knowledge of law and the scrolls do not know either!"
The Deputy of Civil Affairs exclaimed while letting out a thunderous laugh, teasing the intelligence of Rev. Vuiler, within the safety Halcourt Estate located in Mardon. Quickly throwing the notice into the fireplace right after. Heloise then, walked towards the large wine bottle, which stood upon the nightstand near her large bed adorned with many exotic silks. Pouring herself a glass of wine. Likely finishing the entire bottle upon that night.