The reports have shown that there were looming threats within the court of the inner circles of the council that the consorts of the queen needed to take care of. The international and as well as the interplanar stage were holding an impassé with regards to Inglovia’s Grand Emperor’s claim whether his statements were true or instead a fabricated one. Kehina vehemently denied the allegations since in the first place, Llewellyn‘s identity and of his rhetoric was yet to be proven. Llewellyn waived to be scrutinized and to be examined of his origins and of his ancestry (his direct connections with the Carylle family). Otherwise, he will be labeled as a 'teller of falsehood'. Which, on the other hand; would affect his prestige, his state affairs (relations) towards his vassals, and his standings in the powers (regional, global, planar, and alter-dimension) in a grievous manner. It was also rumored that the inheritance succession in the Grand Electorate is shaky. As it would mean, Llewellyn McDylan of the house of his aforementioned epitaph - Llewellyn. As for his glory and his ego, detrimental to his own vestige and would-be his descendants, the Grand Emperor of Inglovia has taken matters rather in an abrupt and reckless way. Waging a war against one of the participants of a near-ending ceasefire nation. He renounced the vow of abiding the restriction to the aforementioned agreement. The agreement in the parchment has stated: 'To the future rulers of Inglovia must not interrupt the planar order and peace of the fifth plane', implying to either the current house incumbent or to the next two subsequent dynasties (as those would be the TŷLlewellyns as per manifestation) must obey to the stipulation thereby.

Lord Aisla stayed mainly under the shade of Kehina’s protection the entire time of his idling moments. Well, it was in fact that his presence was much required since there were circulations going around therefore to counter these threats domestically, he had quelled all of these namesake precautions before it would cultivate into a deadlier pose. The core was volatile and of course, Lord Aisla needed to stay vigilant in order to restore the stability within the realms of Kehina. The insurrection of the exclaves and non-natives rose up against the chieftess, regardless of gender; many had rallied under the cause of lowering the standards which may be detrimental to the preemptive effort of the kingdom. The quelling seemed to have not finished since many of the rural areas, including subparts of the outskirts of the capital were indignant about the raising of the levies and taxes. While the townsfolks found it too disparaging to fuel the military (earlier on, extinguishing the partisans had actually helped the effort at least), they were very concerned about the certain management within the council.

In his earlier deduction, the rebels' incitement might have had a connection with the Crown. However, only it was proven that the dungeon, prior taming the region, indeed, was surmised. At the end of the day, the Inglovians did summon the magical cove and this was a clear indication that Inglovia's Crown meant business. To wreak some havoc within Kehina's boundaries. Plethora of concerns were held on hold since most of the words were difficult to claim as it was true. During the months of subjugating the dungeon, several friends and former foes had joined the cause. Guillermo 'Guiles', Durgat, Quexajo, Captain Pierre, and others who are non-Kehinan pledged their loyalty to defend the kingdom against the Inglovian aggravated assault. From the divided attention, Lord Aisla was still handling the dilemma both interior and the upcoming sea invasion. There were some rumors from the capital that Lord Aisla kept stressing about. Within a month, the Inglovian army might have reached the Kehinan shore - making a beachhead which was alarming to both the military and the citizens. Other sources claimed that there were certain groups, tribes, and exclaves far from Kehina's grip; purported allegations that they were being supplied by the Inglovians to the north. It was either by the use of transportational and spatial magic or by sea convoys routing to the north. Sneaking behind Kehinan oversight.

A proud native of Kehina, he chose to stay at home despite having a potential towards the military venture. He is skilled in martial arts, tactical concern, and strategic composition output. He was deemed one of the prodigies based on the previous generals' approval, yet didn't claim scholarship from University of Inglovian Occidental - Military Academy, sponsored by the state itself. Lord Aisla didn't want to be indebted by Kehina since he believed that the service should be an unrequited dedication towards the kingdom. A selfless act for the state. When he took part in the inner circles of the council, most of the reforms were proposed by him. The separation between army and navy (as where at that time, the war cabin was considering to build a naval forces which most of the military didn't deem to acquire distinct budget towards the main effort), the difference between the professional army and auxiliary (in service personnel may get monthly stipend and allowance (or salary by per job done) and during war time - from enlisted to officers may obtain a bonus allowance; and as for both non-Kehinan/local mercenaries, frontier men, militias/call-at-arms regiments, and unconventional means such as assassins and/or bounty hunters; may receive rewards or being compensated through commission), all civilian industries and enterprises will be incorporated into the state corporation to subsidize the businesses - preventing them into kaput during war time, all adult (regardless of the gender and race) shall be mandated to royal service, and to name a few.

He is the man of honor and gallantry, he shows his bravery with respect; it is not only for his companions (his subordinates) as well as his opponents. Thus, a mutual respect has been established between Lord Aisla and his adversaries. He persevered to several tribulations: first and foremost, declining his military scholarship, grinding through self-study and conquering his education, inspiring himself despite certain struggle he’d been, and lastly reinforcing his initial work he had done so much that he invested; grinding his ass off with no professional or expertise help due to his complacency. Of course, Lord Aisla learned the hard way when he met Clyden, an alumni to one of the most prestigious military academies of Geböþæð (Ge-bo-thaeth) to this day - University of Inglovian Occidental - Military Academy, who almost had overtaken him. He had to realize quite very tardy the fact he was too late to correct his time when he had the opportunity to grab it. His fate was sealed when he obtained his position he had wished for… being a marshal of the kingdom of Kehina. Lord Aisla only knew that hard work and frugality won’t be working no longer therefore he had to believe as well in luck.

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Committed acts of violations towards mortals. He was a burglar, a felon, a swindler; when he had nothing to subsist himself. A part-time mercenary, when his gang leader fell and as he sought to feed himself. To look for food is to look for a job. And yes, Ðormogas isn’t so discriminative towards its people and outsiders - so, the man searched his way to the government (a quasi-institution formed by several statesmen and real estate moguls whose land acquired via claims and enfranchisement, so to speak - war) when he accumulated certain amount of his so-called retirement savings for spending his life killing in the name of his nation - Ðormogas in approximate of five years. The young man had tasted his first blood, making himself hardened and head strong since this is all he had to do for a living. During the time he was out of gold and resources, he reverted back to his old deeds when he was younger. Clearly, the young lad didn’t want to do government commissions since it’s a double-edged sword. The pay is higher than picking pocket or whatnot, however, his life is also on the stake. Theft, pickpocketing, highjacking, arsoning, ransom, fraudulent, and all sorts of what a plague of the society’s definition is. During his coming of age, the young man went back to what he had been through. He did those. Same procedures, better execution.

A priest. A ‘Croisian’ abbot. A proselytizer came to him later on in the kid’s life. The name of the sacerdotal preacher is Rev. Fr. Amas. During the course of his entire life; grinding for an honest sweat for an honest salary and stealing from others - vice-versa, he witnessed the volition to probably believe in himself that the priest who had been inserted in his life was a game-changing moment. Under the ‘Croisian’ priest’s tutelage, this kid had attained a peaceful meaning and a fresh placated beginnings. He, himself, began: to teach the illiterate masses, to preach the wrongdoers, to help the unfortunates, to fight against injustice and misguided arbitration, and to press further escalation of pacifism.

He came to the business of honest work after his teacher’s demise. But not too long. This young adult man did a sporadic job between working for the government and making an easy buck through illicit means. And during the end of each month, he did the work of preaching and of evangelizing to conceal his interior motivations on how he dealt with life.

Until then, Lord Gervðas met Lady Anda in the alleys of the city of Wazsch. He was instead being given food, grooming, and clothes. With all incentives and benefits he had received, Lord Gervðas learned to dedicate his life towards the lady whom he just met a while ago. Lord Gervðas realized that he'd had enough of doing the cycle of hypocrisy. Stealing for a day for bread (or even more), ‘Croisianizing’, and doing requests of the government. He was aware that making things like this won't make his life into salvation. Lord Gervðas was conscious about what he was doing but he had no option. No option of escaping the life he had. The fate swerved everything as the moment had passed by, he chose to serve under the guidance of Lady Anda and for the people of Kehina. Lord Gervðas broke out of the chains of his circle of death. He made the decision to step off his comfort and left all of what he knew during his past life - he was attempting to change. Reincarnating into a different version of himself… a new Lord Gervðas.

Embracing a new faith. Embracing Lady Wellicia. His perception was perverted at first but he knew in order to absorb this inverted life, he was required to reform. Lord Gervðas only knew Hrililal during the encounter with the Queen Kehina. Thus, his point-of-view was fixated into all beliefs that may be patriarchal. He was wrong, however. The process was staggering and tedious yet he did manage to integrate into his life - the words of Hrililal. For over a couple of years studying Hrililal's theology, Lord Gervðas was a bona-fide Hrililali. And after his conversion to the faith of Hrililal, Lady Anda made the initiation of the invitation towards Lord Gervðas to marry her. He practiced the customs, learned the culture of the Kehina, incorporated the tongue and its dialects, studied the royal etiquette, abided Kehinan ethical norms, and emerged as a reborned Kehinan. Inglovian no more.

Lord Gervðas championed himself as the sole prominent philosopher and one of the leading doctors of Kehina. As he continues to do so. Lord Gervðas curtailed jingoism to the people of Kehina and instead changed it into a pacifistic approach. With his experience came into play, most of his disciples and retainers followed in his footsteps… Lord Gervðas’s ideals.

Also an illiterate like the aforementioned namesake - Lord Gervðas, though, in reality… the other kind of reality, this man was a peasant. He was hailed in the multitudes of climates in the land of Inglovia. Inglovia? Yes, Inglovia! An Inglovia that’s quite different from another Inglovia. Specifically, in one of the popular hubs for trading centers - Siscär. Day in, day out. He worked like a water buffalo. Only in sweat, he can find hard work. He only believed that a job is a job if one has to sweat for justification. Money should be earned through sweating, breaking one’s back, bleeding, losing sanity, experiencing near-death circumstances, or worst and the very least unprecedented way - just accidentally getting wounded. All because of work. He did admit not all artists, playwrights, performers, musicians, muses, minstrels, and all sorts of that do not require the aforementioned incidents are not worthy of attaining such opulence. Thus for him, forms of entertainment are not work. It was embedded in his life. That creed had its life derived from this man. That man is Lord Guan. To his vehement and his staunch approach towards how to discern life, many people questioned whether Lord Guan had a fetish to work all night, all night with no rest or if he had a disease called ‘workaholism’. Lord Guan sneered and rebutted the people that: “They are just lazy.”