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“Taken too soon, God rest his soul. I pray for you in these times, cousin.” Spoke the van Aert, riding with haste to Castle Waldemer

THE BLOOD ALLIANCE OF ROUEN & AERT ince the founding of the Houses of ROUEN and AERT, the two lines have stood as steadfast allies, their filial bond wrought of a threefold cause: a shared reverence for the way of the blade, a mutual disdain for the Petrine state, and a common belief in the supremacy of Man, whose throne is set above all others. Long have Rouen and Aert marched as brothers in arms and now, to the satisfaction of their patriarchs, these fraternal bonds shall be sanctified by oath and vow, in holy matrimony. This, to be made manifest by the nuptials of the Lord Carolus van Aert and the Lady Sança de Bruges, who shall forevermore bind their lines as kith. THE NUPTIALS The union of Lord Carolus and Lady Sança, solemnized by the hand of Bishop Alexios, took place upon the 1st day of the Suns Smile, in the year of Our Lord, 2040, within the Chapel of Blessed Edmond of The Blackwald. To bear witness to this sacred vow the Prince of Blackvale, and his household, together with the Prince of Savoy, and his household were present. Thereafter, upon conclusion of the rite, both parties made their way to the Castle Waldemer, where revelries shall be held in honor of this blessed union, that of Lord Carolus and Lady Sança, as well as that of their Houses, now bound forevermore as cousins. TERMS OF UNION Upon the union of the Lord Carolus and Lady Sança, the Houses of Rouen and Aert shall henceforth be bound in blood and, from that day forevermore, stand joined as steadfast allies. Thus let the terms of this accord be set forth plainly, that all who look upon them may acknowledge and uphold them. I | The Houses of Rouen and Aert shall, in perpetuity, recognize one another as patriarchs of their respective dynasties, those of Ashford and Aert respectively. Furthermore shall each House acknowledge the rightful claims and titles of one another. II | The Houses of Rouen and Aert shall never raise blades against one another and, when called upon, shall duly answer one another’s call, and take up arms in each other’s defence. III | The Houses of Rouen and Aert shall extend to one another free shelter and safe harbour throughout one another’s respective lands. IV | The Houses of Rouen shall pay the House of Aert a dowry of five hundred minae upon the officiating of the union. V | The House of Aert shall provide suitable lodgings for the Lady Sança de Bruges within the Imperial palace, as befits her station. For these terms have been laid bare and made plain to all, let none presume to transgress upon them, lest they seek to condemn these sacred and holy vows. THE BLOOD PACT And so in observation of the Eshaenveurd rite of alliance by pact of blood, Lord Roger and Lord Conraed shall convene over the grounds of the Ashfield, o’er which they shall bind their hands by acrid ribbon, representing unity through all affray, and be shed of blood as one body. SIGNED,

"It was only a matter of time." The Dragon Knight bid, having expected his close comrades ascension for some time!

“The same brigands that would attempt on my nephew’s life have the guts to show their faces again? Bah, what’s another 200 to cut down.” Carolus donned his armour and rode for the capital, a freshly sharpened blade eagerly resting in his sheath.

Name: Carolus van Aert Affiliation: Lak Relevant titles/aliases : Crow

The Prince of Renatus, HADRIAN VAN AERT, smiles on from his grave “Good name.”

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“I don’t recall any mad hound Vuillers, perhaps they are confusing it with a mildly agitated puppy. They’ll write about anyone these days eh. And it seems just about anyone can be Prince of Vilachia.” queried Prince Hadrian, Patriarch-Dynast of the Pertinaxi, Lord of Verkraft

“AND WHAT OF MY POOR DOG, CHARLES! WHAT OF POOR VEREMY!” Hadrian cried, stricken with grief at the loss of his faithful furred friend.

Prince Hadrian towering over Captain Pavel Ivanovich "NO KINGS BUT US!" Came the cheers of triumphant men, resounding through the walls of Vienne. The fighting was swift - those who fought were cut down, chase was given to those who ran, and laughter to those successful. The brave fighters of Blackvale and Acre had sent their message and their resolve was ever stronger, with seemingly so few obstacles to stand in their path. But in the Renatian Prince, he mustered regret. His blade was sharp and true, and it found two men on that day. One, a boy he had never met, but far too young to have wielded a blade against him. The second, his own blood. Hadrian had never met the Ivanovich, but knew with certainty that he descended from the venerable St. Arpad. There he stood, unlike many of his countrymen, in the courtroom, staring down his retinue. As the blades clashed, the Ivanovich lurched into the fray. The van Aert was taken aback by the boldness of the Captain, his charger blindly darting towards the mass of soldiers before it. “By God.” he thought, “a madman.” He knew, though, that he must intercept the advance, lest his comrades be plowed down. He thrust his pike towards the Ivanovich. Thud. With one strike, he brought Pavel crashing to the ground. Dazed, the Ivanovich stumbled to his feet, swinging wildly at the Blackvale Retinue - to the end he fought, unlike many. Though proud of his cousin’s last stand, he could not express it - the battle still raged on. He launched a firm kick to the Ivanovich’s chest, sending him to the ground once more. He ended their exchange quickly for there was not a moment to waste. His blade found its target and struck true, ending Pavel Ivanovich’s life before his time. His blade bloodied, he continued on, chasing down those who fled. As the battle’s end drew, Hadrian scoured the bloodstained city, searching for the body of the man he had slain. The fog of battle that clouded his mind had now subsided, and all the Prince could think of was the face of Pavel. He searched for hours, nearing at last a wheelbarrow with a pungent stench. He held his breath, uncovering the potatoes that hid the warrior. His face drooped, a solemnness awash his features. “This is no place for you.” He muttered, running his fingers over his eyes and hoisting the man into his arms, carrying him as he trudged through the Orenian lands. By the holdings of the Knightly Order, the Renatian had set his cousin to rest, under the watchful gaze of the Corsair Prince, preserved by the earth for only time to gnaw at. “Rest well my brother. We shall meet again soon.” Hadrian rested his Renatian Cross at the base of the man’s impromptu grave, and marched off towards Acre, as many were now, a kinslayer.