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 Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 11:11 pm
 Bronzewell Estate in the province of Whipwood is the former residence of the Bronzewell Family which originally consisted of the late Duchess Raven, her daughter Grevellia, and her sister Urla. Since then the Duchess and her sister have been found casualties of the year 200 Civil war between House Drosselmeyer and the Empress Catherine Elba. Lady Grevellia has been written down as missing but her body was never found. In light of this the manor fell to Cyn Bronzewell, the "Half brother" of Duchess Raven and Urla Bronzewell. Whipwood is located right in the center of Bellris and thusly has no rivers of its own.
The Bronzewell Estate is a three story high manor with 20 rooms, 15 of which are for guests while five of them are private residence. The rooms are all found on the third floor. Second floor has its own small library, entertainment room with Piano, a tea room, and multiple sitting rooms. The main floor has a grand double staircase entryway, a large dining hall and livingroom and medium sized kitchen that has a downstairs that leads to a small wine cellar.
The grounds are fairly expansive with a 200 foot garden with at least one species of plant from every plant in Epsilon, however it is currently overgrown as it has not been tended to within a year. The Whipwood estate has a large forest known to be great for hunting, which is where it gets its name Whipwood, as the Whipwood trees are very flexible and its branches are easy to bend and snap like whips.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 11:26 pm
The Bronzewell mansion sat without any light, no candles were lit and it seemed almost like one of those places you would see on a show about ghost hunting. A wild board trotted on passed the mansion without a care in the world, headed toward the forest as three younger boars followed behind it, almost as if they were the nobility that had once ruled over Whipwood. The doors to the mansion was wide open, the clasp that kept them from swinging open was broken and the handle was easily turning with the slightest breeze. A little black haired green eyed boy was struggling to carry a large Scabbard blade, instead dragging it along the marble flooring just inside the mansion, causing a screech to sound loudly all around "MAA!!!!" he yelled out before falling back on his butt and huffing for a second before standing back up and trying to get the scabbard blade with the lion crested pommel to move faster.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2017 12:17 pm
Company:: Outfit:: Feeling:: Condition:: Location:: Currency:: 7000¢ EC Items:: DyrnwynOOC::  Prince Roland Leoharz Bellris They said this this was the place he would be able to find Cyn, but by the looks of the entryway things did not look promising. Roland had flown on dark phoenix wings to speak personally with Cyn but was greeted by the sight of unkempt door and the sounds of something awful kept within the home. Allowing himself in his eyes were aimed at the sight of the boy, Cyn's son, but what shocked him was the see the sight of a lion on the pommel of the sword that was trying to be carried. That's an awfully big sword for someone your size, don't you think so Nero?" Roland belives he recalls the boy's name from when he pretended to be a recrut and trained under Cyn for that day but as he nears the boy it seems as though he guessed the name right; Grabbing the sword from the child was easy enough. With his eyes examining the hilt he feels his heart skip a beat and recalls the sight of something much like this durring the civil war. Hidden like a dagger in the night but a mess made like at a headsman's block, Roland feels the weight of this sword and the weight of his sins being recalled as he had his own hand in the killings of civil war. (Done! Sorry if its not that good sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 4:06 am
Cyn Bronzewell════ Female // 20 // Mindset: ??? ════
Holder of the Bronzewell Estates
Trainer of the Bellris troop Nero looked up at Roland and grinned "Mama's blade" he said, trying to reach for it when he picked it up. Headed toward the sound of her sons voice Evelyn was walking in from the right, wearing a loose fitting white shirt and tight leather black pants, her hair was unkempt almost like she had been working out in the garden or had just woken up from sleep "What" she called out to her son but then she saw the stranger holding a blade in front of her son and she froze for a second, her shoulders going rigged as she thought as swiftly as she could and went up behind the prince, not knowing that it was him and she slammed him into the wall, grabbing the hand he had that held the Lion engraved sword and squeezing it until he would let it go before jerking his hand behind his back "Breath though the wrong nostril and I'll see the council to hang you for threatening my son" she managed to hiss into his ear. "Who the ******** are you! she snapped at him as Nero ran over to his mother and pulled on her pants leg "no no no no no no no no no no no no no no" Nero repeated over and over, having a great grasp of the word. Evelyn looked down at her son and she looked back at Roland, not seeing who he was in dim outside light. So instead she moved a hand to the back of his head and jerked his face a few inches toward the window in order to see better and her eyes went wide when she realized who it was "Councilman Roland!" she gasped in surprise and quickly dropped her hold on him and took several steps back, grabbing her sons hand to pull him back with her before she dropped to one of her knees and bowed her head "I humbly apologize, I did not know you where coming to my residence" she said. ════ Love // Honor // Justice // Revenge
I will see the ones that I love smile down upon me
But I will not stain my honor with the blood of their killers
For Justice will make it so your enemies fall from up high
And Revenge will only make you the murder that stood behind them.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 2:32 pm
Company:: Outfit:: Prince of blueFeeling:: Condition:: Location:: Currency:: 7000¢ EC Items:: DyrnwynOOC:: Prince Roland Leoharz Bellris "You mean daddy's blade." The man tried to correct the young lad, a soothed tone, having heard this boy say its mother in place of say its father in certain situations before. Cyn explained the reason behind it but Roland felt the need to help the lad give proper respect and title to its father for taking on such a burden alone. His lover had just given birth to his own two sons...he could only image how much Cyn suffer without the boy's mother. His ears barely hear the "what" that was said behind him then soon felt the cold sting of a wall up on his face; Side of his cheek actually. A quick bash disarmed him, unsure of what was going on, then his arm behind him had him prisoner of a strangely familiar voice hissed in his ear. To his defense came little Nero and with a damn good defense Roland could fully get behind. No, no, no, no, no! Steps later he'd feel hands through his silk like hair, the best hygienic oils Roland could find in their country allowing such texture, and then sweet release when his hand was let go of from Cyn's firm grip. It was obvious to Roland what had happened. This wasn't a planned visit and it seems Cyn didn't see his face clear enough, after all why bring someone to the light to look them in the eye if you're simply gonna kill them. Roland assumed that because Cyn hadn't known who he was he reacted as his training had taught him, and it showed he was a capable warrior. So sure and steady was his grip that it sort of felt uneasy how much Roland felt he could rely on Cyn and how his chivalrous actions made Roland feel different than when other men would show such respect. It was an odd different that made Roland feel odd... "The fault is mine this time...I was the dumbass who tried spooking up on you announced. So, rise up and straighten you back. There's something important I wanna ask you before I go speak with my sister." It was hard to focus properly while gazing down at Cyn from this angle. With his wild hair and thinly figure he could almost imagine a maid rather than a knight, but it was a knight he needed to speak to.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 8:33 pm
Cyn Bronzewell════ Female // 20 // Mindset: ??? ════
Holder of the Bronzewell Estates
Trainer of the Bellris troop Evelyn kept her eyes down for a moment before she then slowly looked up so she could look at the...what she assumed to be younger, prince. "I am also at fault, I have been slacking in my responsibilities when restoring the manor. Its upkeep hasn't been at the top of my list" she muttered before she brought one hand to her top and held the V of the loose fabric at the top of her chest together with her hands as she rose from her knees. "Of course we can speak." she said to him as she let go of her shirt and brought her hand up to her hair, running her fingers though it as she pushed it back before she walked over to the grand staircase and coughed slightly before yelling "Bernadotte!" she yelled up the stairs. About a minute later a plain looking main with her brownish-red hair tied at the nape of her neck ran down the stairs and bowed to her "Yes my lord? she said and Evelyn looked over at her son "Please look after Nero for this time being, I have some business to attend to. After I return you can finish restoring the master bedroom upstairs and take a break" she said and Beronadotte bowed her head lower "Thank you my lord" the woman said before Evelyn turned back around and grabbed a long black cape from the table and fastened it around her shoulders with a rare blue rose, the sigil of the Bronzewell clan, obviously they had thought highly of themselves back in the day to choose such a rare flower to be their symbol. Evelyn then went back over to Roland, the cape hiding most of her waspy figure "Shall be speak outside? It may be colder but it has better lighting" she said to him before walking toward the door and leading him toward the garden. Evelyn clasped her hands behind her back as she walked "So...whats so important to discus? she asked ════ Love // Honor // Justice // Revenge
I will see the ones that I love smile down upon me
But I will not stain my honor with the blood of their killers
For Justice will make it so your enemies fall from up high
And Revenge will only make you the murder that stood behind them.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2017 2:29 am
Company:: Outfit:: Prince of blueFeeling:: Condition:: Location:: Currency:: 7000¢ EC Items:: DyrnwynOOC:: Prince Roland Leoharz Bellris As he spoke while on his knees Roland could help look down...near his shirt. Why was it his muscles look so...soft? They were there, the form of extra chest slightly shown, but as if he had heard Roland's mind thinking Cyn's hand had come to his own chest as he rose to his feet. Roland watch him sway to his stairs, his eyes curiously wondering what was to happen next, when suddenly the call to a maid brought some more questions to mind. More questions about who Cyn really was; a glance to notice how slender both of them seem to be puzzled this knight of Bellris. "Yes, let's head out." And quite frankly, Cyn could use the lighting. With crisp air in his nose his mind was more clear to think about what he had came here for and what he wanted to ask Cyn. Knowing they were out of earshot of Cyn's maid Roland felt free to talk truly. "I'd like to know that since being here how do you feel about my sister's actions with the republic? Do you feel like she's been doing a good job so far? Is there...anything about her that raises warning signs to you?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2017 10:18 am
Cyn Bronzewell════ Female // 20 // Mindset: ??? ════
Holder of the Bronzewell Estates
Trainer of the Bellris troop Cyn walked with him, leading him out toward the garden where she easily maneuvered around some broken fence. She came into view of some wild deer and she hissed at them, making shooing hand movements toward the wild animals and causing them to jump over the other side of the fence as they ran away. Cyn looked back at Roland for a moment "Everyone in Bellris is odd to me, I was raised in the capital where you are up to date on everything. Here from the way you talk tot he way you dress it is all very... strange" she said to him as she walked a little slower and brought her hands behind her back, lacing her fingers together as she looked down as she thought "To be frank I think she is doing the best that she can for such a new Idea. The people having any sort of say in how things are run is something that has nothing to lean back on. If this idea fails everything will return to the way it was and she will be vilified for everything that's gone wrong till now" Cyn said "Nothing seems to off about her, she still acts like a queen as is to be expected" she said as they walked toward a small pond "Why? do you think something is off about her?" she asked ════ Love // Honor // Justice // Revenge
I will see the ones that I love smile down upon me
But I will not stain my honor with the blood of their killers
For Justice will make it so your enemies fall from up high
And Revenge will only make you the murder that stood behind them. [
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2017 12:17 pm
Company:: Outfit:: Prince of blueFeeling:: Condition:: Location:: Currency:: 7000¢ EC Items:: DyrnwynOOC:: Prince Roland Leoharz Bellris Cyn hadn't been kidding about the his home's poor upkeep, but then again it wasn't too surprising. How long has he been in Bellris? How long since this land had a master of the house? Pity really. The Bronzewell use to be so dignified. Movements pass in the garden and words were exchanged. Life truly was different for Cyn to a point that Roland respect his firm and steady adaption, even if he did sort of call his republic way of living strange; A different way of saying third world he assumed. When questioned about his own questions, being asked if he thought there was something off about his sister, but he could only try to lie as he hid his gaze away to the reflection of the lake that lay right beside them. "No, I don't. But what I was confused about was the fires that were set within our republic which ate the homes of foreigners. Namely the home of the Ethen baroness, Youkimi Kai, who had sought us out for shelter after the volcanic eruptions." No longer able to stomach his doubt in his sister, the head chairwoman of the council, Roland wished to change the subject and turned his attention to Cyn. "Cyn, I've been meaning to ask what is your workout regiment? I've noticed you got some muscles but they look sort of small at some places, like your chest for example." Out of play the prince had felt on the man's pictorial but with a squeeze of his hand he felt an odd squish under his fingers. It was plush and soft, and at the moment his eyes would lock onto Cyn's with his cimson gaze slightly shocked at familiar feel of a woman's chest. Was...was Cyn not a man!?
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2017 12:48 pm
Cyn Bronzewell════ Female // 20 // Mindset: ??? ════
Holder of the Bronzewell Estates
Trainer of the Bellris troop Cyn thought about it for a moment and then frowned, she was surprised thaat Roland didn't seem to know. She turned toward him and stopped walking "Sir Roland, though your sister did not condem the burning of the refugee houses, she did not condone them either." she said as she kept her hands behind her back "From my gathering of information.... basically I just so happened to walk into the same room, The Goddess Antari set the fires, and even if you're a queen how are you supposed to deny a goddess what she wants?" she asked him "from what i've gathered she's in a very percarious possition right now" She said to him and then she heard him ask about her work out regiment, she was about to answer him when she felt a preasure on her chest. She blinked a few times as if she was trying to register what had just happened before all of a sudden her face seemed to turn red. Her fingers unlaced themselves and she backhanded him with such momentum that she screeched in surprised as she ended up spinning in the loose muddy dirt around the pond and pinwheeled her arms in an attempt to balanace herself. She spun back around and tried to reach out and grab Roland, her eyes wide in shock as she missed and fell backward into the pond. With a splash she was sitting in the pond and ducks flew around behind her. She looked up at him with her wide eyes as her clothes started to cling to her frame, confirming his suspisions "Well...for starters I dont go grabbing people without permission!" she snapped at him before she stood up and waded out of the water, huffing as she stood up and looked down at her soaked clothing. She would storm off toward the house, unclasping her cape and ripping off her gloves. She hopped on one foot for a few steps as she pulled off her boots and socks as she walked up the stairs. Cyn made it to the master bedroom and stripped off her pants and top before opening the wardrobe, all she had available righ now was the gold and red dress and the blue and gold dress that she had bought back at the fertility festival "Fine" she muttered to herself as she changed into the red dress, shimmying it over her wide hips and pulling it up over her chest, pushing her arms though the shoulders and sighed as she smoothed it out before grabbing a towel and starting to dry her hair. ════ Love // Honor // Justice // Revenge
I will see the ones that I love smile down upon me
But I will not stain my honor with the blood of their killers
For Justice will make it so your enemies fall from up high
And Revenge will only make you the murder that stood behind them.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 5:03 pm
Company:: Outfit:: Prince of blueFeeling:: Condition:: Location:: Currency:: 7000¢ EC Items:: DyrnwynOOC:: Prince Roland Leoharz Bellris Reserved
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2017 9:00 pm
 Year 202
Epsilon Empire of Drosselmeyer
Second Year into the Reign of Emperor Azazel
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