OOC:
This is an open by requests thread! It is a civil war thread, so if you have any questions, let me know but you should try to familiarize yourself a little bit before inquiring to join this thread :D
Should be fun! Leif is a moody one :D Then again- this thread is where he officially becomes a Duke :O
Please PM me with your interest! (I'd prefer a female character to be tossed into this thread, thanks :D )Thread partner found- thanks
@Draconian :D
Over eight damn years this war had gone on, and for what? The endless sea of graves at the New Reajh cemetery only symbolizes the piss poor response to the mage 'rebellion' by the currently 'losing favor' Grand Duke Allarrick. He never liked the Grand Duke, nor politics. In fact, his own father was on the top of his list of those he hated. And though his father, Duke Remmis Arrant, tried diligently to groom his son in his own image-
Leif was his own man, and could not,
would not be tamed. Though some could whisper other wise, for when he had married, he had seemed to calm down- albeit briefly. Shortly after his wife was said to be with child, she had been taken- and the years that followed were the most torturous imaginable. He didn't want to give up- to presume his wife had been slain, but the trail of who had taken her, and why, had long turned cold.
And now he found himself staring down the barrel of another plight, for all around the Duchy of Castavar black flags were raised in mourning; for just that morning, Duke Remmis Arrant had passed away. He had complications for years involving his heart, and it seemed his finally gave out. The death, all would know, had been a painful one until the man finally faded away into his death bed.
Leif only watched to ensure the death was real. The whole scenario was surreal, like some sort of twisted nightmare. Sure, he had always wished for his father's demise, but for him to simply die from his own ails? He supposed the death was fitting enough. But he hadn't sobered yet to the fact his father would never return to his life, and his mother- even a silent figure int he background, seemed to remain as such, even as she sat beside her husband's still form.
Rights were written, rights were read; and the ceremony was prompted for the family's new head. It wasn't that he was surprised at all the land fell to bloodline, for he was the only son of the Duke, an heir all his life-
But now?
"Duke Arrant?"
The very words made him freeze in his chair, and dark green eyes cut across the room. Duke Arrant.... How terribly ironic he would actually take the throne-
and he had done so willingly. The crowning ceremony was brief at best, happening just a week after his father had been taken into the family crypt, but even as the week's went on, and Castavar was temporarily a mute from the war, all eyes began to turn in his direction- To see just what the notoriously moody and back talking 'son of a duke' would do now that he was the Duke himself.
