Helmut van der Minnenstein
Established
Kreuzziger
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall and not particularly bulky at 6'9 he looks older than he is with scars and injuries rampant. His hair is a blond-brown amalgam that with its near perfect care seems out of place on him, like an expensive wig nailed to his skull. His eyes are a soulless grey and he always has a sharpened chain digging into both thighs.
Clothes and Equipment: A side-sword of a rare metal known as "hagbane silver" is his weapon of choice, although he carries a clerically blessed splitting axe and repeater crossbow (with a goat's foot leaver for heavier single shots on top). He wears greaves, vambraces, elbow shoulder and knee plates with leather under all, and sometimes brings a large hooked buckler with himself. If needed HE carfies smokebombs, and ones of irritating effect, usually from modified garlic concentrates. He will almost always carry at least two smaller hand crossbows, their long and extremely heavy cranks more than compensating for their small size. Further changes to his gear depend on his current situation.
Registered: Nov 14, 2016 12:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Helmut van der Minnenstein on Jun 21, 2019 14:54:23 GMT -8
It wasn't all nobility that came to the funeral, at least not nobility of the traditional sort. Helmuth was one of such non-traditional nobility and his entry to the scene signified this oh so powerfully. Each step had his boots click with the ground, accompanied by the jingle of spurs while heavy leather made a thuck with stone underfoot. But this menacing noise would be all but imperceptible to those that did no directly see the man, a fairly difficult task in itself.
In spite of his grand height augmented further by his tall hat, Helmuth moved through the Church as a spectre, people avoiding him if they saw him while navigating through most of those that didn't unnoticed. He shoved aside a pair of young noble girls who were about to screech indignantly at the treatment, until they noticed the hat and dress of the man. Helmuth was quietly satisfied that - as usual - he prompted them to skitter off holding up their dragging black dresses to flee faster from him.
He stopped, and from an aerial view one would be able to see almost a perfect empty circle around the man with even Guards and Clergy avoiding him. Milky eyes scanned the environs, until settling upon his point of interest.
Again he drifted almost incorporeal, hastily nearing the claimant to Bayern's Throne in spite of his legs seeming to move in a slow and graceful walk. "Lord Johann." came the acknowledgment of the man's existence.
"Ever grievant of your beloved Emperor's death, I see." It was sarcasm, clear from context but not immediately discernible from intonation.
"If it wouldn't be too troublesome, I need to petition you for some time as a representative of the Office of Witch-Hunters. It is fairly urgent." of course the words came out like there was a choice, but from Helmuth's perspective there was only the illusion of one. Though Helmuth was a fairly high Witch Hunter he couldn't just flatly go for an Elector out of spite. But he could always go for the people dear to him…. The Hunter lunged to take a pillow and bottle of wine from a confused servant, clutching them tight as he awaited an answer. They were vaguely a carrot to the stick of moments ago, although with the reputation of Witch Hunters it was the sort of carrot you dropped to poison a neighbour's well.
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Johann IV of Bayern
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 34
Physical Description: Tall, athletically built, strong facial features, a shock of dark black hair that fell to his shoulders... can no longer describe the youngest son of Albrecht II. He still stands at 6'4", but a life of rich foods and copious amounts of alcohol has taken their toll, and the athletic build has become a prodigious gut. His hairline has started to recede, and the long locks has been cut to be more manageable. A scar along his left cheek from a heathen's sword has marred what few good looks he had remaining.
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Clothes and Equipment: Being of noble house enables Johann to have the richest, most fashionable, and flattering clothes. As such he is rarely under dressed for any event. In fact the opposite has often been said of him, with his personal tailors complaining quite often for the seeming lack of decorum in the care of his clothing.
As befitting a man of high stature, he has a full suit of plate armor fitted to him. His main weapon is a war hammer, though he carries a sword mostly for ceremony.
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Allegiances: The Divine Empire of Vessia and the Duchy of Bayern
Registered: Jun 20, 2019 10:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Johann IV of Bayern on Jun 21, 2019 15:39:28 GMT -8
"Peasants, nothing but peasants here to lick the boots of their betters," he muttered to no one in particular, though that seemed to not bother him in the slightest. In fact, he preferred that they knew who he was or at the very least knew he was no one to trifle with.
Which was perhaps why a growl erupted from the back of his throat when he was greeted by a lanky, over bearing, and overly pretentious Witch Hunter coming to ask him for an audience. And being an ass in the mean time, "All those great and small weep for the passing of such a man, even if they know it not yet," he fenced back, not knowing who could be over hearing the pair.
He was no great lover of the late Emperor, far from it to be quite honest, but he had read the texts of beloved boy lords being taken before their time and the wondrous deeds that could be ascribed to them if only they had lived longer. Never mind that if they had managed to achieve half the things they would do more than a dozen Emperors. But those fools in monasteries and guilds would keep pumping out the tripe, and those fools who read it would gobble it up.
He stood up as the Witch Hunter nabbed the pillow and wine, and gestured towards the seat next to him, still growling, "I'm sure we could steal a few moments of each other's times before whoever this belongs to returns, if it is truly as urgent as you claim." Which he certainly did not believe, but he would humor him if only to avoid the chance of an arrow finding its way into his back, or a few drops of arsenic added to his goblet.
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Archduke Isenbardus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 28
Physical Description: Extremely pale, white skin. His features appear to almost be chiseled by a master craftsman, no blemishes marring his face. He has long black hair that cascades across his shoulders and down his back. His eyes are piercing and bright blue in color. The eyes seem to belong to someone much older. He stands about 6'4 in height.
Clothes and Equipment: A black shirt and black pants of a fine silk, although he normally wears something over these. Typically a grayish colored leather robe that goes from his neck all the way down to his feet. The inside of it is lined with animal fur. Over this, he will wear a great cloak of various animal furs that also has a few clear colored gems hanging from the front of it near the top. He carries around a tall staff made of a silvery colored metal that is tipped with a large black diamond. It is said to have been the most valuable stone ever found by the House of Steitz mining operation and as such, the staff has been passed down for generations.
Registered: Nov 24, 2016 15:23:54 GMT -8
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Post by Archduke Isenbardus on Jun 21, 2019 21:56:20 GMT -8
In his peripheral vision, the Archduke took note of a few more additional arrivals. That witch hunter had decided to attend it seemed. He’d have to keep an eye on him, it would be unwise to lower his guard with that dog sniffing around. At least his attention was drawn to another.
“Mmm, my condolences to you then on the loss of your son. It must have been especially hard when you have no other sons to become your heir.”
While his neutral expression and relaxed posture didn’t give it away, the gears in Isenbardus’ mind had begun to turn. It had been his intention to marry into both wealth and power, but finding a suitable candidate had proved harder than expected. While the Deluth’s didn’t have much in the way of power and prestige, their wealth was immense and even more importantly accessible. Many of the wealthy nobles had their money tied up in developing their land, but the Deluth’s money was primarily in their business.
They were also a new, almost unknown family given their extremely recent rise in station. This meant they had far fewer connections than most families and far fewer nobles who knew them well. The Archduke’s abilities were usually kept in check by the public eye, but if the public eye wasn’t on someone…
She rarely ever disobeys her mother or me, not like I have seen some hoydenish girls in the past. I suppose if a man saw the size of her dowry and inheritance, they might even overlook the few flaws she has.
“Everyone has flaws, life would be a bit boring if everyone were perfect angels. Still, some flaws are far more fatal than others.”
Amia might feel the Archduke’s gaze rest on her for a moment, the man's cold blue eyes appraising her for several moments. Slowly turning back to her father, the Archduke lowered his voice so it was barely above a whisper.
“I’m feeling the need for a bit of fresh air, it gets far too stuffy in here for my liking. However, I wouldn’t be opposed to a bit of company—if your daughter is willing. I’ll be outside if she is.”
Leaving his offer for the baron to chew on, the Archduke’s cloak billowed out behind him as he made his way out of the church and headed to the graveyard that surrounded it.
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Amia Deluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Jun 22, 2019 16:24:31 GMT -8
Amia watched the interaction between her father and those who were in more standing to him. He would eventually come back and say, "You have someone interested in meeting you. Come with me," his grip on his daughters arm wasn't bruising, but it was still firm as the man hauled her from the pew with her mother following. "No, you sit here. I'll be right back." He wanted to whistle with triumph that Amia was even noticed by others.
Marcus had her outside in no time, and Amia found herself staring at the handsome face of the Archduke. "Your grace, this is the Lady Amia Deluth. She's agreed to come see you. Now if you will excuse me, I will be collecting my wife and that should give you two time to chat a little." Before Amia could say anything in protest, her father was gone. She turned after a long moment of silence and then dipped into her curtsy with grace.
"My... father said you wished for company, your grace?" she asked softly, raising to her full height. Her eyes lifted to his face, timid eyes almost. She straightened out her hands and smoothed them nervously over her skirt and took in a deep breath. She was angry inwardly, her father had been such a cad and it bothered her to no end. Amia would apologize for his undignified behavior in the church if it was necessary, but that depended on what the man said to her.
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Helmut van der Minnenstein
Established
Kreuzziger
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall and not particularly bulky at 6'9 he looks older than he is with scars and injuries rampant. His hair is a blond-brown amalgam that with its near perfect care seems out of place on him, like an expensive wig nailed to his skull. His eyes are a soulless grey and he always has a sharpened chain digging into both thighs.
Clothes and Equipment: A side-sword of a rare metal known as "hagbane silver" is his weapon of choice, although he carries a clerically blessed splitting axe and repeater crossbow (with a goat's foot leaver for heavier single shots on top). He wears greaves, vambraces, elbow shoulder and knee plates with leather under all, and sometimes brings a large hooked buckler with himself. If needed HE carfies smokebombs, and ones of irritating effect, usually from modified garlic concentrates. He will almost always carry at least two smaller hand crossbows, their long and extremely heavy cranks more than compensating for their small size. Further changes to his gear depend on his current situation.
Registered: Nov 14, 2016 12:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Helmut van der Minnenstein on Jun 22, 2019 18:22:07 GMT -8
Mmmm." concurred Helmut, letting Johann amuse himself with his own ramblings. Session with electors always bothered him, because the threat always had to be implicit and not even directed at them. It was thus so much easier for them to dismiss their words, even if such an action would be ultimately unwise.
Once an appropriate amount of time wasting was completed, the burly man at last came to the desired topic. Nodding in affirmation, Helmut began his piece. "My sincerest gratitude your Highness, I am so relieved you could fit on a moment for me in your oh so filled schedule. In the Office, we are aware of the little dynastic squabble you have ongoing. When all three parties are considered it the sum total of favour and discontent is for all of you zero. Though of course the office has internal disagreements, the view on all three of the Bayern lines and your land as a whole is neutral."
Though what he stated was only tangentially related, it helped Helmut get to the meat of the matter. "Thus came the Emperor's death. The death of an Emperor always causes much conflict and in times of conflict… unsavoury parties come to rise, parties that we Hunters seek out. As a whole, we root them out readily but only with much effort. But I am a man with foresight and so I made sure to look at the calendar and looking at it I frowned. Your land has a festivity upcoming. Not too soon, of course, but soon enough to annoy me. You see a time of men drinking ale in obnoxious quantities we can deal with, and the chaos ensuing from the death of an Emperor we can deal with, but two of such events at once… well, in such times the vices of men will be preyed upon by all sorts of foes of the Empire. I don't suppose it would be too much to ask to cancel the event?" he stated, knowing full well the answer would be most likely a polite variation on "piss off."
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Johann IV of Bayern
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 34
Physical Description: Tall, athletically built, strong facial features, a shock of dark black hair that fell to his shoulders... can no longer describe the youngest son of Albrecht II. He still stands at 6'4", but a life of rich foods and copious amounts of alcohol has taken their toll, and the athletic build has become a prodigious gut. His hairline has started to recede, and the long locks has been cut to be more manageable. A scar along his left cheek from a heathen's sword has marred what few good looks he had remaining.
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Clothes and Equipment: Being of noble house enables Johann to have the richest, most fashionable, and flattering clothes. As such he is rarely under dressed for any event. In fact the opposite has often been said of him, with his personal tailors complaining quite often for the seeming lack of decorum in the care of his clothing.
As befitting a man of high stature, he has a full suit of plate armor fitted to him. His main weapon is a war hammer, though he carries a sword mostly for ceremony.
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Allegiances: The Divine Empire of Vessia and the Duchy of Bayern
Registered: Jun 20, 2019 10:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Johann IV of Bayern on Jun 23, 2019 12:05:51 GMT -8
To accuse Johann of having patience was a slight he never experienced, for very good reasons. He hated prancing about issues, dawdling with questions of who this would offend or what would be upset. It was his job to act decisively, the mission of his councilors and diplomats to pick up the pieces of whatever was shattered in his prodigious wake.
So a glare of immense displeasure was plastered on his face as the overly presumptuous Witch Hunter began to regale him with tales of the opinions of so many little men with noses too big to keep in their own business. And not even good opinions, ones that would favor him above his sniveling nosed nephews or stating that the gold mines of the Duchy of Bayern was filling pockets of many fine... that was overstating it... not so fine members of their bureaucracy.
And the glare turned rapidly into a reddening glower as he dared question a time honored tradition, nay, a personal favorite of his festivities. A snarl erupted from him, bordering on near a shout, "You dare ask me to cancel Oktoberfest? I don't suppose you almighty Hunters thought about the implications of such a thing? Loss of revenues for taverns and shopkeepers all along the roads to Bayern, because visitors won't be traveling. Loss of tax revenue for the Empire, because of the excise taxes on festival stalls. And unrest in the Duchy because we are trampling on many of the peasants, burghers, lords, and my favorite past times; getting hammered."
Blood red in the face, steam practically erupting from his ears, he gave his answer, "The day Oktoberfest will be cancelled will be the day I'm rotting on the battlefield."
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Helmut van der Minnenstein
Established
Kreuzziger
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall and not particularly bulky at 6'9 he looks older than he is with scars and injuries rampant. His hair is a blond-brown amalgam that with its near perfect care seems out of place on him, like an expensive wig nailed to his skull. His eyes are a soulless grey and he always has a sharpened chain digging into both thighs.
Clothes and Equipment: A side-sword of a rare metal known as "hagbane silver" is his weapon of choice, although he carries a clerically blessed splitting axe and repeater crossbow (with a goat's foot leaver for heavier single shots on top). He wears greaves, vambraces, elbow shoulder and knee plates with leather under all, and sometimes brings a large hooked buckler with himself. If needed HE carfies smokebombs, and ones of irritating effect, usually from modified garlic concentrates. He will almost always carry at least two smaller hand crossbows, their long and extremely heavy cranks more than compensating for their small size. Further changes to his gear depend on his current situation.
Registered: Nov 14, 2016 12:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Helmut van der Minnenstein on Jun 23, 2019 20:02:01 GMT -8
The Witch Hunter sighed, thinking of other matters in his head as abuses were hurled at him by the Elector. As it seemed Johann was reaching the end of his short rant and winding down, Helmut punched the bridge of his nose to regain some composition. It was very, very frustrating that he couldn't kill the man before him and he felt that they would only take a vile pleasure in this disgusting privilege. Obscene, that. Perhaps the next Emperor could broaden the abilities of the Office, one never knew!
"Of course, your Highness. As you say." Helmut stated with a tired drag, looking to the altar of the Church. "If that is truly not possible, then it is expected we receive full cooperation from you. Extra posts of Witch Hunters shall have to come, State Troops will be called in with our coordination, we will have unparalleled security." Helmut stated, taking a short pause to speak as a figure he didn't consider secure passed bym
"Of course you may deny. But you are aware there would be repercussions, yes?"
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Archduke Isenbardus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 28
Physical Description: Extremely pale, white skin. His features appear to almost be chiseled by a master craftsman, no blemishes marring his face. He has long black hair that cascades across his shoulders and down his back. His eyes are piercing and bright blue in color. The eyes seem to belong to someone much older. He stands about 6'4 in height.
Clothes and Equipment: A black shirt and black pants of a fine silk, although he normally wears something over these. Typically a grayish colored leather robe that goes from his neck all the way down to his feet. The inside of it is lined with animal fur. Over this, he will wear a great cloak of various animal furs that also has a few clear colored gems hanging from the front of it near the top. He carries around a tall staff made of a silvery colored metal that is tipped with a large black diamond. It is said to have been the most valuable stone ever found by the House of Steitz mining operation and as such, the staff has been passed down for generations.
Registered: Nov 24, 2016 15:23:54 GMT -8
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Post by Archduke Isenbardus on Jun 24, 2019 21:21:42 GMT -8
Eyeing the back of the swiftly departing Baron, the Archduke let out a slight chuckle as he turned his attention to Amia.
“It must be difficult to be more mature than your father. You’re barely older than a child yet already you’re far more refined than him.” While his words were solemn, there was a hint of warmth in them.
Offering her a sad smile, the Archduke motioned for her to follow him as he set off towards the gravestones at a slow stroll. While the murmurs of the nobles inside the church were still audible, it was relatively quiet in the graveyard, the loudest sound the thumping of the Archduke’s staff.
“Social gatherings such as these… They don’t suit me. This is mostly just an excuse so I can get away from my fellow Electors and get some peace and quiet. You didn’t look like you were enjoying yourself inside so I figured I’d bring you along for a walk. Did I assume incorrectly?”
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Amia Deluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Jun 25, 2019 7:17:58 GMT -8
Her eyes were unreadable as she gazed at him, not bothering to watch her father leave her alone with a complete stranger for his own gains. Amia listened to him speak about her maturity as compared to her father's, and she gave a slight nod, "He's ambitious and it makes him foolish." She had a deep voice, not quite masculine but promised instead to be sultry when she grew older.
She began to walk with him as he gestured, glancing over toward the church to see her father and mother leaving the building but not coming toward them. Her brows lifted some and she had to stifle a sigh of annoyance at the situation. Why in the world would they leave her alone with a man without a chaperone? Wasn't her mother always telling her that she was to be chaperoned when not with them, that she must be the picture of purity until she was married.
"Well," she started in reply to his question, "I don't suppose you should enjoy yourself at a funeral. Aside from that, your Grace, I would not have enjoyed it as a ball either. You assume correctly. I can hardly fault you for coming outside to walk instead of listening to banter from the ambitious troublemakers like my father." She was very much a lady but for the interference she had given, polite, lovely, quiet. Most importantly, however, was the intelligence in her. She clearly knew exactly what the Baron was doing.
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Johann IV of Bayern
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Age: 34
Physical Description: Tall, athletically built, strong facial features, a shock of dark black hair that fell to his shoulders... can no longer describe the youngest son of Albrecht II. He still stands at 6'4", but a life of rich foods and copious amounts of alcohol has taken their toll, and the athletic build has become a prodigious gut. His hairline has started to recede, and the long locks has been cut to be more manageable. A scar along his left cheek from a heathen's sword has marred what few good looks he had remaining.
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Clothes and Equipment: Being of noble house enables Johann to have the richest, most fashionable, and flattering clothes. As such he is rarely under dressed for any event. In fact the opposite has often been said of him, with his personal tailors complaining quite often for the seeming lack of decorum in the care of his clothing.
As befitting a man of high stature, he has a full suit of plate armor fitted to him. His main weapon is a war hammer, though he carries a sword mostly for ceremony.
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Allegiances: The Divine Empire of Vessia and the Duchy of Bayern
Registered: Jun 20, 2019 10:24:04 GMT -8
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Post by Johann IV of Bayern on Jun 25, 2019 19:15:35 GMT -8
If this Helmut had any semblance of tact, which was rich coming from Johann, he would probably have not confronted the bigger man in the middle of a crowd. Or perhaps it was best for this to be done in a large group, otherwise he may already have been throttled by the bear like hands of the rather enraged lord. Which was still a distinct possibility.
"Repercussions! You dare threaten me with repercussions!" it was a full roar echoing through the church now as Johann took a step towards the Witch Hunter, pointing at him with a heavy index finger. His face was beet red, his hand nearly as such. His eyes appeared beady in this moment of pure rage, almost akin's to a boar's. All he was missing was the tusks and rooting around in the woods for truffels.
"Your order so much as sends a single Witch Hunter into Bayern, I swear they'll be hung from the walls of Ingerhold until they rot from the ropes." he lowered his tone from a shout into a growl again, but that was to emphasize his point, "There is no reason for there to be a panic, riot, or whatever excuse you bastards in your hidey holes want in interfering in my lands. If you send a bunch of heavily armed men from other lands into their midst, and have them looking for trouble, then there will be. There will be no extra police in my lands, and that is the end of it. Now begone and leave me my wine."
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Archduke Isenbardus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 28
Physical Description: Extremely pale, white skin. His features appear to almost be chiseled by a master craftsman, no blemishes marring his face. He has long black hair that cascades across his shoulders and down his back. His eyes are piercing and bright blue in color. The eyes seem to belong to someone much older. He stands about 6'4 in height.
Clothes and Equipment: A black shirt and black pants of a fine silk, although he normally wears something over these. Typically a grayish colored leather robe that goes from his neck all the way down to his feet. The inside of it is lined with animal fur. Over this, he will wear a great cloak of various animal furs that also has a few clear colored gems hanging from the front of it near the top. He carries around a tall staff made of a silvery colored metal that is tipped with a large black diamond. It is said to have been the most valuable stone ever found by the House of Steitz mining operation and as such, the staff has been passed down for generations.
Registered: Nov 24, 2016 15:23:54 GMT -8
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Post by Archduke Isenbardus on Jun 25, 2019 23:04:31 GMT -8
“A shame that his ambitions have blinded him. After all, it’s an important trait to have… For those that can control it.” Almost in contrast to her own voice, the Archduke’s was surprisingly soft for a man, one almost might call it gentle.
“Funerals are barely different from balls save for the fake tears and the lack of dancing. I would be hard pressed to name a single person in attendance who is truly saddened by the Emperor’s passing. The Empress mourns not because she loved the man but because she fears for her and her children's future in his absence.”
Letting out a sigh, the Archduke leaned over, brushing off a nearby gravestone that was caked in dust and dirt.
“He’ll soon be forgotten like the countless others who are buried here.”
Straightening up, the Archduke regarded Amia for a moment before changing topics.
“Do you enjoy reading, Lady Amia?”
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Amia Deluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Jun 26, 2019 7:22:41 GMT -8
"My grandfather was also ambitious, but he had tact. I wonder why he never taught father that tact would be a good trait to have. Or maybe that particular lesson fell on deaf ears," she said in agreement, sounding wiser than her 18 year old self. "Are you sure she didn't love the emperor? I did not think her grief looked forced at all. I know she would have to be afraid for what is happening next, where she is going to go, and what she is going to do... That is a scary place to be in." The girl was filled with compassion for a woman she did not even know.
"As long as she is alive, he won't be forgotten." And then she blinked a little when he changed topics.
"My father would not let me learn to read, your Grace, he says it is a bad thing for a woman to be clever. I was taught things ladies are 'supposed' to know. Embroidery, using herbs to treat wounds, running a household... I would love if I could read and write. I already know how to do sums in my head even though I was not taught mathematics. I am sure I can learn quickly enough to be literate."
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Helmut van der Minnenstein
Established
Kreuzziger
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 49
Physical Description: Tall and not particularly bulky at 6'9 he looks older than he is with scars and injuries rampant. His hair is a blond-brown amalgam that with its near perfect care seems out of place on him, like an expensive wig nailed to his skull. His eyes are a soulless grey and he always has a sharpened chain digging into both thighs.
Clothes and Equipment: A side-sword of a rare metal known as "hagbane silver" is his weapon of choice, although he carries a clerically blessed splitting axe and repeater crossbow (with a goat's foot leaver for heavier single shots on top). He wears greaves, vambraces, elbow shoulder and knee plates with leather under all, and sometimes brings a large hooked buckler with himself. If needed HE carfies smokebombs, and ones of irritating effect, usually from modified garlic concentrates. He will almost always carry at least two smaller hand crossbows, their long and extremely heavy cranks more than compensating for their small size. Further changes to his gear depend on his current situation.
Registered: Nov 14, 2016 12:53:59 GMT -8
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Post by Helmut van der Minnenstein on Jun 27, 2019 14:12:56 GMT -8
Again Helmut calmly sat taking all the abuses he received, looking up at the offending Elector. As Johann finished his say, Helmut stood up brushing himself off and crossed his hands behind himself as he began his reply. "You forget your humility m'lord. You might be an elector in theory but in practice you have not the privilege to make eneies left and right, not when Albrecht and Maximilian are such beautiful names. This was no threat, it was merely an acknowledgement that if your kin serve better to do righteous work, they would be the ones to receive our support and it seems this is the case. Your choice will not bring goodness upon your people, it is an important thing we do your Highness. It would be very unfortunate if without our aid witches and werewolves and vampires start making caravans disappear, if strange cults start making the masses angry." Was the Hunter implying his organization would commit sabotage upon Johann's part of Bayern, or was he merely stating truth? Probably both, or perhaps neither or one or the other. One can't really tell with his sort.
"If you ever have a change of heart, we will be more than happy to accommodate you. With that, I have important matters to attend to and I bid you adieu." Raising his hat to the Elector, Helmut strode off to his important business: meeting the other representatives of Bayern.
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Archduke Isenbardus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 28
Physical Description: Extremely pale, white skin. His features appear to almost be chiseled by a master craftsman, no blemishes marring his face. He has long black hair that cascades across his shoulders and down his back. His eyes are piercing and bright blue in color. The eyes seem to belong to someone much older. He stands about 6'4 in height.
Clothes and Equipment: A black shirt and black pants of a fine silk, although he normally wears something over these. Typically a grayish colored leather robe that goes from his neck all the way down to his feet. The inside of it is lined with animal fur. Over this, he will wear a great cloak of various animal furs that also has a few clear colored gems hanging from the front of it near the top. He carries around a tall staff made of a silvery colored metal that is tipped with a large black diamond. It is said to have been the most valuable stone ever found by the House of Steitz mining operation and as such, the staff has been passed down for generations.
Registered: Nov 24, 2016 15:23:54 GMT -8
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Post by Archduke Isenbardus on Jun 29, 2019 12:55:03 GMT -8
“I’ve known Aurelia since before she became Empress. Unless she has changed very much in only a few years, I feel confident in my assessment of her. Her being afraid of what is next, as you say, that is what I believe causes her the most grief. If the life of herself and her children weren’t put into danger by the Emperor’s death, I think we’d be seeing a very different Aurelia.”
Noticing that some nobles had already begun to leave the church, the Archduke shifted the direction of their stroll back towards the building. It wouldn’t do to go wandering off into the graveyard with one so young. While he wasn’t worried about what it would do to his reputation, he had no intention of tarnishing Amia’s.
“Perhaps I shall speak to him about that sometime then. I think he might be surprised to find many nobles prefer ladies who can carry on conversations on a wide variety of topics. And to be blunt, that’s simply not very likely if they can’t even read. Given the chance, I have no doubt you could easily pick up many subjects, a shame that your father holds you back.” The Archduke’s final words were accompanied by a sad shake of his head.
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Amia Deluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Jun 29, 2019 16:06:34 GMT -8
"I see," she said with a frown. That was the way of marriage, wasn't it? There was no love in the beginning of most marriages that were arranged. She knew that her father was trying to make such a match for her and dread filled the pit of her stomach. What if she married a man who was very bad? What if she was married to a man of power and he died leaving her with his children and no security? There was a lot to be frightened of. She stared at the Arch Duke and wondered what kind of a man he really was? He seemed kind enough as he tisked her father's choices not to let her be educated beyond what a lady was supposed to be, in his opinion anyways.
She tilted her head and replied, "It is not so simple. Not even you could make him let me learn things like that. I cannot.. unless my husband... whoever he may be... bids it after we are married. He says that I am already much too clever for my own good. He doesn't care that I want things, to be able to read and write, or to be able to make choices for myself. It irks me to no end that my mother could be so subservient to him as he would have me be. She tells me quite often that I need to stop being so willful and listen to my father. I don't want to be her replica, I want to be my own person... I am not allowed because my father owns me now, and then I shall be married soon enough to someone of his choosing, which means my husband shall own me until we are parted by death."
There was a great deal of wounded pride in that paragraph. She was actually very well spoken to indicate she was a sponge and would gladly soak up whatever knowledge she could.
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Archduke Isenbardus
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 104
Age: 28
Physical Description: Extremely pale, white skin. His features appear to almost be chiseled by a master craftsman, no blemishes marring his face. He has long black hair that cascades across his shoulders and down his back. His eyes are piercing and bright blue in color. The eyes seem to belong to someone much older. He stands about 6'4 in height.
Clothes and Equipment: A black shirt and black pants of a fine silk, although he normally wears something over these. Typically a grayish colored leather robe that goes from his neck all the way down to his feet. The inside of it is lined with animal fur. Over this, he will wear a great cloak of various animal furs that also has a few clear colored gems hanging from the front of it near the top. He carries around a tall staff made of a silvery colored metal that is tipped with a large black diamond. It is said to have been the most valuable stone ever found by the House of Steitz mining operation and as such, the staff has been passed down for generations.
Registered: Nov 24, 2016 15:23:54 GMT -8
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Post by Archduke Isenbardus on Jul 1, 2019 22:07:55 GMT -8
Isenbardus has to suppress a chuckle at Amia’s reaction to his opinion on the Empress’ marriage. So young, so pure of heart… Even if she had experienced injustice at the hands of her father, he had a feeling she wasn’t prepared at all for a world outside her family circle.
“A shame he would hold his daughter back due to his own failings. If he were a clever man perhaps he wouldn’t have such reservations, but I suppose he fears you becoming a sharper mind than him… It’s amusing because you already are even with his attempts to hold you back.”
Stroking his chin, the Archduke slowed to a halt as the pair neared the entrance to the church. His obligation to show up at the Emperor’s funeral complete, he was ready to depart for the evening.
“Well, I think it’s about time for me to head back to my residence for the evening. Thank you for lending me your company, it made my visit here feel a bit more worthwhile. Perhaps we shall meet again, until next time, Lady Amia.”
Offering a slight bow accompanied by a small smile, the Archduke turned and departed, heading towards his escort of soldiers.
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