TheCapybara

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

Office Of Information

The Search For Employees 

The Ministry of Civil Affairs is currently looking for writers and reporters for the Providence Post (Office Of Information). For years, the Providence Post has been stale and plain. Under the direction of HIH, Amelia Marget of Vanderfall. The ink presses which had been laid dormant for years will be finally used.

The Ministry of Civil Affairs, when searching for writers and reporters for the Providence Post, has three requirements when hiring employees.

You must be at least of the age of sixteen or above.

You must be an Orenian citizen.

You must be able to write and read.

If you do not meet the requirements, you will not be considered for the Office of Information. If you do meet these requirements and wish to be a part of the Office of Information. Please write an application below the notice and the Editor-In-Chief will arrange a time for a meeting.
 

Her Imperial Highness, The Director of Civil Affairs, The Princess Amelia Margaret of Vanderfall

The Editor-in-Chief of the Providence Post, Lady Héloïse Thérèse Halocurt d'Artois

If only I was not broke with no mina!

I adore your art Trinn, literally so stylistic and smooth!

Writer, Heloise Therese, had a bright smile after reading the article by Petite Potins. 

"I unironically say this Mother, THANK GOD! He is dead!" An adult Tsecsar told his mother while they planned out the new Tsecsar home.

@TreeSmoothie

RP Name: Heloise Therese Halcourt

MC Name: Orlesian

Voted: Yes 

Amazing work Sedan! You are such GOATS!

Listen, self reflection is the first step of showing maturity. Gecko knows he had done his wrongs. I think it is only right for Gecko to be allowed another chance on the server. As well, being able to apologize takes guts and is extremely brave, because in the end they know that not everyone will forgive him and will experience exclusion from others. It never hurts to give someone another chance, because we as people are always growing and messing up. 

Tsecsar Couples Counseling

“The Lies In Paradise’s” By a unknown Savoyardic painter (1800)

It is known throughout history, couples, most of the time have a certain event which pushes the two partners who once loved each other to despise one another and even attempt to harm the other to get revenge. Which then typically leaves an emotional scar on the children of the couple or gives anguish to both sides of the conflicting spouses (or partners), which in the end is only causes more injury for both parties and others, such as the children of the partners, relatives, and etc. 

A while back, I remembered when I was about, thirty, I spoke with a fellow traveler while I lived a nomadic life style. We talked and talked, about how one should live their lives and how one should take care of themselves mentally and physically. Then I realized. Perhaps they need someone to help them go through these proles, a counselor, someone who could help couples go step by step and untangle misunderstandings or wrong doings. Because shouldn't all people at least try or attempt to solve squabbles? End the suffering these partners burden with each other?

Today I, Saevil Tscsar, announce the opening of the Tscsar Counseling Services hosted in Peter's Way One, the services sponsored by the Halcourt Family. My services will be disclosed and will not be released to any gossip columns for moral reasons or will it not be disclosed to anyone who asks, again, because of morality. My services also extends beyond counseling, my services will also include normal counseling and familial counseling.

I will not accept couples if one side is unwilling to participate in the session. If one of the partners is abusive I will have to report such to your receptive governments. Anyone who confesses a murder or any crime I will have to report to your receptive governments. Additionally, if unwilling to come to Providence for international reasons such as religious schisms or if the country you come from is at war with Oren, I am more then willing to come to your own desired location.

To all who find this in good health,

Saevil Tsecsar

[!] Below would be a sheet for people to fill out times for appointments and their reason.

A paled eyed woman would look up to her friend after entering the seven skies, tears flowing down her eyes. Running up to the Tuyvic to give her a warm embrace.

The Last Prance

Perhaps it was at a young age, Roberta knew her life would not be filled with great stories or a happy ending. Perhaps it was now the pale eyed woman knew she wouldn’t be able to be as great as her forefathers who bared the same cold gaze. But alas, her life like any other, pitiful or heroic, ended. 

It was a simple morning for the average woman. Walking, talking. Perhaps hunting from time to time. But again, it was morning, the weather cool as always within San Luciano. The sounds of children, mothers, and the elderly roaming the busy streets. Today, the demoness of southbridge thought, would be a nice day for hunting. 

So, the Madame would prepare her horse, her gear, and etcetera for her planned hunting trip in the forests of Southbridge. Where she so famously got her moniker as a young maiden. While she galloped her horse across the Dwarven country side, she would be stopped by some bandits attempting to steal from a less fortunate family. Of course, with the woman’s so called bravery, or some would call stupidity, would approach the group of thugs. Attempting to save the mother with her young child.

In doing so, the woman made a fatal mistake. Yes, the woman indeed succeed in helping the young pair escape. She was defenseless. Alone. So as any warrior, idiotic or not. She fought to her last tooth and nail. Blood dripped from her arms from cuts from the petty thieves. Alas, the hunter lost to the pray she so foolishly thought she could defeat, kneeling to the bandits in defeat. Thoughts flowed through her mind as the men surrounded her preparing to end her life. The thoughts of her timing under Johanna I and her dearest friends Katherina and Ulrich to her older life with her friend, Nikita, who she unknowingly would be joining soon. The thoughts of the good times and the bad times flowed threw her head, while a blade was held near her neck. 

The woman would then look up to the sky, and close her eyes, listening to the air blow threw her hair.

Slice

Alas, the foolish stag took her last prance and she was,

Dead

The Denouncement Of The Aggression
Between Asterland And Greenland
 

12th of the Sun’s Smile, 1853

“The Brothers” by Helen of Susa (1772)

To the Countess of Greenland and the Prince of Asterland

I hope this public notice finds the both of you in good health. I am quite concerned and frightened by the conflict between the two child nations within Oren. I hope both rulers will be able to peacefully with grace, negotiate terms for peace. Where both sides will admit their faults and then forgive and forget. As in the end, we are all Orenian and try to seek to find comradeship with our fellow Orenians united under our divine monarchs, their Imperial Majesties, Philip III and Anastasya of Kostiz.

So I plead for Katerina de Sarkozy and Nikolai Othaman to stop this fighting at once and come to negotiate terms for peace. Where mentioned once more, both rulers will put aside their pen and ink or, their blades to seek peace. The negotiations, if accepted by both sides! The negations will be mediated by yours truly, Héloïse Thérèsa Halcourt de Artois. Alone will we negotiate in a room within my family's house within the capital, where the forces of Greenland and Asterland will await for the negotiation results outside of the manner. 

GOD WITH US,
Héloïse Thérèsa Halcourt de Artois

A young Halcourt would shake her head in disappointment, while she retrieved her a pen and paper before she wrote her article surrounding the recent attacks. 

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Héloïse Thérèse Halcourt de Artois

11th of Tobias’s Bounty, 1852 

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Today I was suggested by my cousin to write a diary! Maybe to pass time! I don't know! He was really vague, but! Suggested it! Anyways! Today was confusing! Well first it started fine after reading this really nice poem! Forgot the name though, think it was about fallen soldiers! Anyways! Then my friends and I, John and Darya! Threw snowballs at the Emperor and Empress-consort. They didn’t like it I bet! But then my friends and I were captured! After that, we would all apologizes then sit into the imperial dining room? I guess?

For some reason, this weird imperial princess never seen a sword before- I asked if she had seen a sword before? She had then asked if I asked me to speak? After this I asked why does she need to ask me? I was so confused! After this! The empress said my etiquette was bad and I was mean and bad! I was so confused what I did wrong! After this I just sat in complete silence while the emperor with some important people talked about stuff! Anyways that was all! Today was a bit boring! Besides yeah, all those bullies! I don’t understand! Anyways! Yep! Done!

Wait! I also forgot to write how other girls were just giving me death stares! It made me more confused! And why do I need an etiquette tutor? I am perfectly fine! Papa writes to me how I am a good girl and don't need to be all fancy! Then house reputation? What does that mean! I am just so confused about everything. Everything in Oren is so different then what happened at home with my papa! God! I pray that I will understand this all! Now! Yep! Done! Now! Bye bye! Hopefully it gets better from this bad day!

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[!] At the bottom of the page, they would be a drawling made by the Halcourt child depicting a confused cat!

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CupcakKe remixes 

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Nowhere

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Tick . . . 

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The clock continued to sing, it's continuous tune.

Tick . . . 

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Tock . . .

Tick . . -

CRASH!

A crimson vase of clay, in shatters- the roses, scattered- portraits and paintings, torn- drapes, torn. A home in ruins. Only a woman stood, her dress, in tatters- her pale eyes. empty- gone. While her brunette hair was messy, filled with dirt and dust. The smell of beer and alcohol was prominent.

“Nowhere . . ”

“Nowhere . . .”

“Nowhere . . .-” 

“ . . . Nobody . . .”

The mad- The broken, Chalons. Walked out from her cage of crimson clay and stood underneath the stars. Her pale and empty eyes looking towards the celestial bodies. 

Drip . . .

Drip . . .

Drip . . .

Tears fell . . . dropping onto the hard soil.

“No- madness will not take me. Nor I will I accept it’s tempting tune."

She began to chant to herself while the tears came down from her redden eyes. 

Drip . . .

Drip . . .

Drip . . .

Tears still fell . . . crashing onto the still hard and cold soil.

“Madness will not take me!”

She roared while she clenched her fists.

Drip . . .

Drip . . .

Drip . . -

The tears stopped-.

She had a realization.

“Burn brighter, I must. Work harder, I must- no.”

They stuttered while she kept her empty gaze upon the stars and the bright night, talking to herself.

“No more tears. No more madness. No more-”

“I will rise. I will fly.”

“I will be.”

A smile grew while she looked towards her future.

“Happier then ever.”

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"Hell no." 

The last known Heiress of House Seregon would exclaim while she relaxed on the beaches of Ulyssa, having a nice glass of Carrion Black near her while she tanned under the gleaming sun as a cold breeze would pass near. Later, the 'aheral would crumple up the article and throw the piece of paper into the glittering sapphire seas, then going back to relaxing. 

"What? The famous family of Napier? The ones who commit heresy and has romances with ORCS?" 

A Savoyard guardswoman would exclaim in excitement with a grin while she let loose out a thunderous laugh throughout the palace.

“I see nothing wrong with Savoyards and Imperials being allies considering that a united humanity at this point is better. Besides, our prince hadn’t embrace any Orenian ideals. The orenians will embrace the ideals and morals of Savoy.” 
 

The demoness of south bridge exclaimed to her dearest friend, Melisandra de Falstaff, in the tavern of San Luciano, while keeping a tight grip on the printed article.

"For once, I agree with the Orenians on this one- though she is not Orenian, it is for an Orenian issue. Yeah no, I pray to GOTT that they do not name their city with that! Be to confusing to show the wide difference between beautiful Savoy and ugly paternaxi Oren."

Roberta de Chalons would exclaim with a stoic expression while signing her name onto the petition against the new name for the Imperial Capital. Afterwards, the woman would hand back the signed petition and walked towards her friend, Valentino to speak about  future plans for the upcoming collage within the Savoyard Capital, San Luciano. 

"Now... why are literally all my friends or all of my fellow peers- are married... CATHERINE! Lets help myself find a husband! It is time I join the married club, which I am left out on!"

Roberta shouted towards her dearest friend, Catherine, while they went dress shopping in the market district within San Luciano. The youthful matriarch having grin while she held onto an ivory colored wedding dress, her pale gaze, right towards the Duchess of Junovas.

@Axelu

*copies and paste the NFT*

Rest In Peace accurate Dynamap, time to go to the savage ages!

Edit : Finally it is updated!

“This bastard named Philip speaks as if the Holy Order is under his hand! Does he really think so highly? And the High Pontiff allows this?” 
 

A young Sedanian woman would exclaim, enraged, towards her friend, Valentino Gradic. Roberta then stormed off and prepared to write her own article on the subject.
 

@_Bueno_

"All I wish for Krugmas..."

Roberta answered aloud while in the Palace gardens within San Luciano, after reading the massive.

"All I want for Krugmas- is my brother to gain his sanity- back. Even though I hate him. I wish he was my brother again. Not a cruel and horrible man."

The matriarch of House de Chalons then finished her thought with a frown, looking towards a sketch of herself with her two brothers in their adolescences, with their mother and father inside of the former estate of House de Ravensburg located in Aeldin. After the woman looked at the small sketch for a while, she'd throw the sketch into the pond- walking off.

Knowing her wish could never come true . . .