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[nalaf]

Everyone knows it in Auvergne. Wiomarc'h of Chateau Rocher hates riding. So, He hated every minute of this long and annoying journey to Paris. But he had no other choice, and be quick was paramount. Fortunately, he was not alone on his warhorse, and his men was a comfort for him. Every Evening, in a different tavern, he could drink and laugh together, as if they were all equal and he wasn't their suzerain.

 

But he was, and as duke of Auvergne. He had right of life and death on their heads. And this morning precisely, he was going behead one of them, who raped a woman last night, before he drunk too much. Wiomarc'h wasn't moralistic, and he took pleasure to have fun. But he couldn't afford this kind of misbehavior; It was bad for his reputation. And for the fate of ronan, his only son. 

 

The sword cut in one hit the head, and the sound of the blade against the wood against weird. He wiped the blood mechanically. Paris wasn't far away. His dream was so close...

 

Mon fils, un jour ce sera à toi !

 

[...]

 

The castle seemed to be desert. Since the death of most of the Kings and nobles in the Holy earth, it was common to meet deserted places. This palace was no exception. Inside, after a few hours waiting, he met the former royal council. His members ruled the Kingdom during the Crusade and, after the King's death, stayed at the head. They didn't know when this Regency will end, because no one had enough authority to unify France.

 

In front of the throne, there was a large table with 13 seats. Every seat had a place for a banner. He put the one of Auvergne.

 

- Your highness. I am Wiomarc'h of Chateau Rocher...

- We know who you are, we were watching you.

 

Disconcerted, Wiomarc'h hesitated. He put his hand on his sword.

 

- I claim the title of Duke of Auvergne. I united most of the duchy under my banner. I own 3 cities and 5 vassals. I rules de facto and de jure this area.

- And we acknoledge you as duke. But the road is still long, don't stay lazy.

 

The head of the council showed the empty seats.

 

As you can see, you are the first here. We don't like monologue. Come back with friends and allies, so that we can retire.

 

So did he...

 

[nalaf]

Wiomarc'h couldn't remove his sword. It was stuck in the skull of the former head of Toulouse family. Finally he jerky pulled out the blade and wiped it with the clothes of the dead. This mad one had the bad idea to refuse him as liege. He paid the price. And his family too. The Duke of Auvergne had the dirty job to prevent children to reclaim Toulouse's legacy. No one could do it. He was the leader, dirty job was his burden. They didn't scream long...

 

[...]

 

On the road to Dijon, a city where another mad one was hidden  after he insulted Lord Sémur - his right arm - Wiomarc'h thinked about Conwoion, his second son. He was 15 years old and already one of his bravest soldiers. In front of Toulouse, he was the first to reach the walls and to stand the flag. Any soldier would have received a  promotion for such an achievement. But Conwoion was his son, not a soldier. He will marry a Bretagne's daughter in a few days, but won't never be Duke of Auvergne. Hard to accept, Wiomarc'h knew it. He ordered to bring his son.

 

- Conwoion, my son, you fought well yesterday.

- Thanks a lot, father, I...

- You are a hero for my men, but you aren't a soldier. You are my son. You don't have to prove you worth it. You have to survive and to lead this men. 

 

Conwoion seemed to not understand. He alwais lived as the second son, shadow of the heir apparent. Wiomarc'h never showed a lot of affection for him, because he thougt he would be an error, so his son was perturbed by these words.

 

- Don't say anymore. One day, you will be the brother of the King. You will be his shield and his counsellor. Live for this day, Live for the fate of our Family. 

- But, Father...

- Now, lead these men in La Marche. You have another war to win.

 

Wiomarch' feeled the weight of the years. 17 years as Lord, 17 years of war. This winter, maybe, he would have warm feet. 

[nalaf]

As expected, Wiomarc'h died in his bed, during a long and cold winter night. He drunk a last wine glass, loved his wife and slept forever. Stefan, his first son, became Lord Chateau Rocher, whereas he was making war. When the courierr gave him the gloomy letter, he managed to cover up tears. He launched the paper in a brazier and ordered his horseman to bring him his armour. The city didn't resist long. Her wraith needed such a slaughter.

 

[...]

 

The crown was heavy. It was only a silver ring, for which his head didn't fit. His father, and his grandfather before him, refused jewels. Now, he understood. It was enough tiresome and painful to wear. Power was a dirty job. Even with 3 duchies under the Chateau-Rocher Banner, he knew he won't ever be free. More power means more chains, more responsabilities, more pressures... and more deaths.

 

- Sire, grâce, laissez moi me repentir en vous servant.

- Il est déjà trop tard sire Clermont. La vassalité est une deuxième chance qui vous a été accordé, vendre ces armes aux Bourguignons était une erreur que vous n'auriez jamais dû commettre.

 

He called a member of his court, who kneeled down immediately.

 

- Lord Thiers, take care of him. His cities is now yours. Don't forget his children. they could be a threat for you.

 

Another vassal came after him, carrying some letters to sign. He weared a coat of arms with the banner of Toulouse. In spite of his count crown, he greeted very respectfully his liege and brought him a writing case.

 

- I thank you Lord Castres, now we have to inform other french Lords about our common fate. We are ready.

[nalaf]

Castel Rock was full of Aristocrats, Knights, Minstrels and Harlots, and not always in this order. Music, Screams, Talks and Negociations were everywhere. On the 24th July of the year 1129 after Spinoza, a huge amount of people were celebrating the resurgence of the old French Kingdom. It has been a while between the Fall of the Kingdom after the death of European's aristocraty in Crusade. But now, this time of chaos and disorder was over. There was a new King. Hard like the stone, undying like granite and holy like marble, his name was Chateau Rocher and he never was defeated.

 

By turn, every representant of a noble family signed the Charter, which created the Kingdom. Some were most important or mighty than other, but all were vassals of the Duke of Auvergne. This one was the last to take the golden quill. Then, he read the text in front of the Assembly.

 

 

Us, Lords of France, agreed to create the Kingdom of France. From the Mediterranean Sea to the Channel, from the Western Sea to the Spring of la Loire, between Spain, Bourgogne and Germany, this area is our fatherland, our earth, our Kingdom. This is France !

 

Follow an extensive list of all cities.

 

We, Lords of France promote the duke of Auvergne for ruling us.

We, Lords of France are promising to be loyal, to give good advices and  to bring armies for the defense of the Kingdom to our King.

We, Lords of France are expecting to be honoured and respected by our King.

We, Lords of France acknowledge the Kingdom is divided in Duchies, in which the Duke is free to rule his own vassals. Every Duke is full-right member of the Royal Council.

We, Lords of France acknowledge only a Duke can become King of France.

 

bis repetita... To Finish, the soon crowned King Steven I moved forward and read his first decision.

 

I, Steven of Chateau Rocher, thanks to the trust given by French Lords, decided as follow...

For his extraordinary Loyalty, Lord Ehouarn of Montpellier is promoted Duke of Toulouse and Protector of the South.

For his dedication to the resurgence of the French Kingdom, Lord Gegon de Semur is promoted Great Master and Protector of the East

For his good advices, Lord Ivi de Castres is promoted Chancellor

For his courage, Lord Eon of Britanny is promoted Constable and Protector of the West

For their weird science, we are looking for a sardinian inquisitor...

 

At this moment, a sardinian spaceship landed in the castle...

[Khana]

but assasins hide in shadow and wait for right moment....

[Whismirk]

[HRP] Pas d'update ? :/ [/HRP]

[Khana]

probably Assasins finish his bloody work