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Always tired all the time.
I have a habit of joining rp's that never start.

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Just a heads up my sheet is still under construction. It's my last week of senior year so it's just sorta taken to the back burner. I'll be back in fill swing next week when I've got a all de free time.
Sorry for shitty spacing. I'll fix that in the final Draft.
Here's a taste of what I've done so fa.
Note that this is still heavily a work in progress and should be judged accordingly.

WIP
I'm interested as well. I'll have a sheet up in the next couple days if you're still accepting.
Key I need to discuss something with you on steam at some point regarding my app.
Tsk tsk key. Not telling me it was finally up I am insulted I dare say.

very well. I suppose I can figure such a regression in formal conversation just this once.

The Imperial Remnant will be joining the Frey this time around. I'll have an app up in the next couple days.

(I will be chaos as well if we decide they'd make a good plot point)
To late
Let's see some posts people :/
Grand Administratum Construct
Winter 1899-1900


The Dawn of a New day across Numburg. The ground swathed in white. The toil of 39 million souls busying themselves with their daily reutine. The state was rarely lacking jobs for its mostly male workforce. Women were not permitted to work in 'unladylike' conditions.

Viceroy Finch was enjoying a breakfest of eggs and ham when a message runner approched him and placed 2 sealed letters. One baring the seal of the Wight Family the other the seal of the Lancian Chancellor. He opened the Wight address first.

The letter detailed an investment opportunity no Numburgian would pass up. Albiet some fine details would need to be worked out.

He softly placed the creme paper down and then opened the second letter. This one however did not please Finch. A frown crossed the mans face something he rarely did.

The letter from the Lancian Chancellor informed the Viceroy that 10 Lancian agents of unknown objective were soon to enter the country.

This disturbed Finch more than anything. Why were Lancians entering Numburg and why could they only talk with him. It was troublesome to say the least.

Finch turned to his liason.
"A group of exactly 10 Lancians will be arriving in Numburg on official Lancian buisness relatively soon. See to it that I am informed as soon as they do.
Also I want a message detailing our interest and appreciation sent to Corustaria."

The Liason bowed and walked off to dispatch The Viceroys orders.

Grand Administratum Construct
31st of December 1899


The sounds of celebration had died down as night settled over Numburg. Distant fireworks could be heard at random but aside from that the city was unusually quiet.

A soft snow feel quietly outside staining the landscape a crisp white. The few straggeling party goes continued their way homebound albiet with some stumbling.

Markus Finch, 2nd Viceroy of Numburg peered out over his balcony watching the city sleep. His gaze slowly raised upwards to the distant industrial district. Even now in the middle of the night black smoke still rose into the air.

A chill ran down the pasty mans spin and he held his great overcoat more tightly to him. His eyes were the subject of mystery while his smile was that of a younger man. An observant person might even notice that it didn't entire reach those mysterous eyes.

The man took a glance down at his fine Numburgian craft pocket watch and with that turned and left his perch.

He walked down a hall passing by a desk full of papers, the preliminary reports of an attack on the Lancian kaiser had been placed there but a few hours earlier.

The doors at the end of the hallway were modest. No grandoise embroidering. Inside was king sized bed with the finest silk blanket money could buy, Another desk, A safe, And above the bed hung a large painting of a younger Finch, a women, and a small boy.

Finch payed no heed to any of it and layed down upon his bed. Tomorrow would be the first day of the new century and he would have much work to do starting with planning Numburgian Trans Contiental Railway. On top of that a diplomat would have to be dispatch to Lancia to strengthen relations.

A Numburgian Luxary ship would would be arriving in Farligmark to pick up The Jade any day now as well. Preperations needed to be made for his arrival.

With that fresh on his mind the Viceroy fell into a light sleep closing the day in Numburg.

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