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Alrighty, so this time ima add cutting room stuff, some old notes, and etc that i had way back then.

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Use this for the description of Remiel once he is crowned by Ur Batu after the final battle of the civil war. This is ascension scene, draft 2.

“In the lonely throneroom sits the young triumphant monarch upon a throne that seems too grand, too ancient, for his boyish frame. His crown, a heavy band of silver set with unblinking diamonds, sits upon a brow furrowed by the weight of new-found sovereignty. Destiny. Dynasty. To belong to the Argent line, are the two not the same?

He was tired. So very tired. His eyes are heavy, and if one had looked into them, they'd have seen a man grizzled with experience and tragedy.

But the king’s face betrays his youth.

And in seeing his face, those close to him could see his eyes reflecting a tumult of regal pride and the lurking dread of a boy playing a man’s game. The king's game. The game of thrones.

There is a softness to his cheeks, untouched by the blade of a barber's razor. A boy-king still.

His gaze is distant, perhaps yearning for the innocence lost the moment he first left his room with Ur Batu and his daughter. When the Regency had acted not with annoyance or exasperation, but with rage and chaos. He'd been scared then. He still is now.

Beneath the regal opulence of the fur at his shoulders, he wears his doublet of the finest make, embroidered with the sigil of his house, threaded in silver and gold that befits a Blessed of his stature. It is new, like everything before him and from now on. The fabric hugs his body, a mix of velvet and silk that whispers against his skin with every breath, every move—a constant reminder of the luxury his title affords. Of what was won.

He didn't like it. He was used to only the furs on his shoulders. What he was more used to were the leathers and clothing made from sheep and other livestock. The food here is far too delicate. Too complex for his taste buds. He preferred the food of his travels. Of his warcamp.

Roast chicken and meat. Stew made with whatever was at hand. Or that Goddess-damned milk Ur Batu forced him to eat called "yogurt".

This was unfinished and never put into the main game or side stories.

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What about shoeing in some extra content for naming your MC ‘Remiel’. It makes sense, too. Adelina trying to suck up to gramps a little, knowing full-well his acknowledgement of MC as his grandson is essential to MC’s succession and Uriel’s continued rule. Mama’s might be scared about gramps not being happy about claiming an heir that doesn’t have silver hair. She’s doing the best she can to set you up for success. Plus, “Crown-Heir Remiel II ‘The Younger’ Argent-Ravenea” sounds pretty cool. If the moniker of Remiel ‘The Elder’ is ‘The Old Wolf’, perhaps Remiel ‘The Younger’ could be ‘The Young Wolf’. 

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Have someone having a seizure, tribal folks say theyre communicating with the gods. MC, "NO THEYRE HAVING A SIEZURE!"

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MC IS GONNA FUCKING MOONWALK AND DO THAT LEG THING WHERE YOU LEAN FOR DANCE/ACTING CLUB

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Jelaythan culture for hair is woman having short hair, while the men have long hair. Their professors are called Master-Scholars

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Make some South American tea called chimarrão (think it was Vinny's idea), different name in the future, that is used to fight off the cold. It is traditional in Argent to drink this during the festival that Vinny told me about in remembrance of the cold the forefathers went through way back then. It must be imbibed in the cold, without fire to warm the residence as a sorta ritual, as every member of the family at a reasonable age takes a drink of the scalding hot tea to warm up their bodies. In that moment it is supposed to help the descendants know what the ancestors went through. Sometimes the noble bicker over who has the best leaves lol

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Nareth’s west is hit by waves and wind, which explains the jagged and often inaccessible coast lines of the west.

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