PRINZ FORTINZ

 

Scion of Auspenstadt

PRINCE FORTINZ LUTENBECK von AUSPENSTADT 

spoiled princeling

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Ht: 5'6  /  Wt: 140  /  Hair: brown  /  Eyes: blue  /  Age: 13  /  Creed: Auspen Torvarian

The Princeling of Auspenstadt, only child of Prince Alberingen, is unfortunately not a sparkling prospect for rulership. In manner, he is petty, dull-witted, and pompous. In action, he is idle and awkward, being neither strong nor energetic. 

Despite the best efforts of his father to have him educated, he has no mind for letters or numbers, and is largely disinterested in statecraft. He sullenly resents his lessons and his tutor Sofonisba Orlogio, and would rather be crossbow-hunting or holding court with his circle of privileged brat friends.

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The BATTLE of OBRAU

The Emperor's Folly... 

During the wars of secession that followed the Clarion Regicide (which are now called the War of the Phoenix in the Empire), a great battle was fought in Auspenheim, at the Valley of Obrau. This vast glen is found beyond the city of Auspenstadt, under the shadow of Mount Donnerquell.

It would become one of the most famous bloodbaths of the war, where armies of the newly-fledged Empire broke against a well-positioned alliance of Auspen Princes who wished to remain independent (or, as rumoured, sought to pledge instead to the King of Delon).

AUSPENHEIM

Gateway to the Outer Kingdoms

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Auspenheim is a small, wealthy alpine kingdom with an independent streak, renowned for their jewelers, metalsmiths, and merchant class. It is also seen as the gateway between the Wenden Highlands of Torvaria and the more remote Auspen Prinicipalities scattered through the Nimmerendes mountain range.

PRINZ ALBERINGEN

Ruler of Auspenheim

PRINCE ALBERINGEN von LUTENBECK von AUSPENSTADT 

Auspen noble, statesman, Imperial vassal

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Ht: 6'2  /  Wt: 170  /  Hair: grey  /  Eyes: blue  /  Age: 62  /  Creed: Auspen Torvarian

APPEARANCE

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The Prince is a tall, thin man with an upright posture. His scalp is bald and shiny, with stiff grey hair sprouting from his temples like small horns. He wears a thick, neatly-waxed mustache, and his head tilts back in such a way that his pale eyes seem always to be looking down at whoever he's speaking to.

His noble regalia has a sharp, military pomp to it, mostly black and silver, with a starched ruff and polished decorative breastplate. His manner is similarly stiff and polite, but also seemingly easily distracted or flustered.