Le Craint Family/Mihel le Craint
| PERSONAL INFORMATION | |
|---|---|
| Status: | Alive |
| Continent: | East Continent |
| Realm: | Perleone |
| Class: | Courtier/Diplomat |
| Age: | 28 |
| Honour: | 54 |
| Prestige: | 25 |
| Title: | Lord of Moyale |
| Height: | 5'9" |
| Eyes: | Silver |
| Weapon: | Shortsword Shortbow |
| Unit: | Office Security |
| Army: | Blazing Swords (Reserve) |
| Religion: | None |
| Guilds: | None |
| Unique Items: | None |
| ORDER OF SERVICE | |
| Realms Served: | ¤ |
| Lordships Held: | ¤ |
| Armies Served: | ¤
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Roleplay Archive
| Roleplay from Mihel le Craint | |
| Hard at work
"Come come, bring those papers over here..... Quickly, send word to the ones in charge of the construction it is of high importance that we get that completed......" Mihel was given very little time to rest, with each problem he solved, more problems were discovered. The looting that had taken place had left Nimraw in a terrible state with dissenters seemingly plotting from within. None of which made his job any easier. In a room within an empty manor within a central estate, a collection of tables had been set up to hold this small gathering of bureaucrats and administrative workers. Paper continued to pile up as messengers continually entered the room with more work and more complaints. Mihel took a step back from the table of papers and walked towards the window overlooking the courtyard, a number of carts containing different materials headed for sites of construction and fresh faced messengers passing groups of tired and worn out messengers. The once dusty and unused courtyard was now swarmed with numerous people. The door to the office opened once more, this time a well dressed attendant entered the room carrying a silver tray of drinks, he made his way to Mihel. "Sir, I thought it was time for a break and took the liberty to bring drinks for yourself and other members of staff. It seems however, you beat me to it...." The man also looked out the window, after placing the tray on the central table. "Quite a sight isnt it? You would have thought that the people here would have been broken, however they seem very receptive to the work you are putting in, Sir." "You are quite right Searl, as they should be. I wouldn't want the work I am putting in here to be wasted." Mihel took one of the cups from the table and took a deep sip, leaving little of the blood red liquid to remain. The sun just above the crest of a nearby hill, the bright glare caught Mihel as he turned around to face the view. Retracting himself from the glare, wiping his eye, the attendant offered a small piece of embroidered fabric, a simple monogram and outlining pattern, something newly ordered for Mihel and his household. Taking this, he wiped his eyes, the lighting making them weep. "I sent out the letter you asked me to deliver, a reply has been received." He held out a small folded piece of paper with a wax seal. Mihel took this and looked over the contents, he let out a deep sigh. "Seems like we shall be remaining here for the time being, prepare some scouts, I wish for them to be sent out and return as soon as the sun sets. For now, I must get back to my work. I shall call for you if I am in need, for the time being, send word to the chefs to being preparing my meal. All this paperwork has given me quite the appetite." | |
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| Roleplay from Mihel le Craint | |
| Breakfast of a Courtier
Stood on his balcony, looking out over his estate. Mihel enjoyed the morning sun as the grounds started to become busy with activity, guards began their training and attendants began to clean and prepare for the day. Another attendant came out through the glass double doors carrying a plate of food. Placing it down, along with a glass of weak ale, he bowed to Mihel before leaving. At which point, Mihel began to eat, it had been a while since he had the food of his estate. A plate of eggs and ham with freshly baked bread, he thought to himself; Nothing beats freshly baked bread, especially that of your own produce. Before long, the head attendant stepped through the doors carrying a small pile of papers. "My apologies for disturbing your meal. The messenger has arrived with todays letters and reports. Additionally, you have received a request from Sir Behemoth Nowack to assist in the work in Zawr." with this, Mihel let out a grin. "Pass me my quill and ink. I shall respond to this request." Mihel continued to write his letter, the attendant waiting patiently for Mihel to finish. Before long, he handed a small letter sealed in wax. "Have a messenger take this as soon as possible, I shall accept and remain here for the time being. Maybe then, I shall have some time to myself within my home." "Very well Sir, I shall see to it right away. For now, here are the letters of the day. Enjoy your breakfast, I shall leave you in peace." As he left, Mihel let out a large sigh before flicking through the large pile of letters and reports. Wiped away the crumbs from the table and began to write responses and begin the days work. | |
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| Roleplay from Mihel le Craint | |
| Annoyance in the Clerks OfficeMihel sat with his arms crossed, bored and annoyed he leant forward into his chair resting his head in his hands before turning to the crowd gathered. The clerks offices had become bustling with people and complaints.
"Explain to me again. I still cannot wrap my head around this nonsense." "Well M'lord, Barnable over there lost some of the papers about the fishery production output..." Another man quickly chimes in. "Thats not true m'lord, Jorvik was the one responsible for the fisheries, I am responsible for the farming." The bickering between the two continued for quite some time before Mihel put his hand up. "Enough of this useless bickering. You are adults, act like one." He let out a deep sigh as the two men apologised but stared daggers at each other. "It matters not who lost it but how someone could mistake that for trash, this shall set me back further than I wanted to be you know." He stared at the two men. "You both will be staying late so that we shall sort this. I want to hear no complaints about this." The two men shrugged and went back to there desks. "Send the next one in.... and bring me a glass of the good wine, I am in need of a good stiff drink." | |
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