Peristaltico Family/Circenzio W./noblility

Roleplay from Circenzio W. Peristaltico

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14 November, Vur Hagin, dawn. Johan Baldassarre, high ranked overseer of the Republic, was exiting his elegant house in Vur Hagin heading to the castle to attend his every day job. Under the heavy rain, he spotted a dark hooded figure leaning against the gate, that started moving towards him. Annoyed, he ordered the two guards escorting him: "bah another drunk or madman. Guards, drive him away quicky. I am returning inside to take the fur lined coat, it's cold today." Turning his back to the courtyard, he did not even had the time to take two steps that a sound of iron crashing reached him. His two heavy armored guards were rolling down the stairs and the hooded figure was standing in front of him, less than a feet away. Under the hood he spotted a horribly scarred and without an eye face. Grinning, the man whispered "Good morning, overseer". The paled officier, visibility scared, answered "W-who are you? H-how you dare! What do you.." "Shut up old man. I am here for a formal request of ennoblement.", handling him a little box, "you'll find here the recognition of my status. And make it quick" The now shocked overseer took a step back and looked the stinking stranger. He was covered by a ruined studded leather armor, with many daggers and strange weapons hanged to his belt. "You are joking peasant, go away and stop bothering me" Chuckling, the hooded man quickly grabbed the officer's collar and, giving him a taste of his bad breath, added "no you do not understand. This," showing him a scroll "is a reccomandation signed by the Doge himself. I would not ignore it if I were you. Now do what you must." Shaking his head, the fat dignitary answered "no this is impossible, there are p-procedures, b-bloodlines to be checked and fees to be p-paid. You can't a-ask this h-here. And why would someone like you pretend to be a noble?" "Let's just say I'm tired to address others as highnesses, and I am ready to challenge who dares to question my blood. And you, peasant, should call me Sir Peristaltico. Farewell". Taking two steps back he threw to the officer a heavy pouch full of coins and walked away whistling, as a nobleman.

Circenzio W. Peristaltico