Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 10, 2013 0:56:28 GMT -5
March 22nd, 186 BLE
Alexander Dunwall. A name well known throughout Demacia, Alexander was a bright young man who recently became the head of House Dunwall, after the passing of his father, Gregor Dunwall. He had already chosen a countess, who would become Mrs. Isabelle Dunwall in a few months time.
The reputation of House Dunwall was a fantastic one. King Jarvan I himself admired the noble family, and often invited them to dinners. They also had very good relations with most of the other Demacian houses. Alexander wanted to maintain these relationships that his father had created for his family, and possibly create new ones within Demacia's aristocracy.
However, war was brewing. Noxus and Demacia were both recruiting, and small skirmishes had already broken out across Valoran. Gregor was a military figure as well as a noble, and Alexander wanted to follow in his father's footsteps.
Now that Alexander was head of House Dunwall, he couldn't just abandon his family lineage for the military. Alexander had already completed his required military service, and continued to serve for an additional six years. Now that war was breaking out, Alexander was itching to join the fight, but he didn't have anyone to hand House Dunwall over to.
Alexander was currently in his study, reading over his father's will. Gregor had given Alexander his estate, along with a handful of servants loyal to House Dunwall, and an expectation for Alexander to continue the Dunwall bloodline. The will didn't say anything about a possible successor.
Alexander frowned in dissaproval, slightly adjusting his spectacles. He read the passage over and over, trying to discern some information about successors.
To my son, Alexander. To my son, Alexander. To my son, Alexander. No matter how hard he tried, Alexander couldn't find any information about heirs or successors in his father's will. He sighed, then got up from his chair. He accidentally spilled the glass of wine at his side all over the parchment. He curse under his breath, then paused.
Alexander had notice d something written that was not there previously. He studied the wet paper intensely. Suddenly, he rushed out of the study, paper in hand. New text was visible on the will, and the first line read.
"To my son, Alexander."
Alexander Dunwall. A name well known throughout Demacia, Alexander was a bright young man who recently became the head of House Dunwall, after the passing of his father, Gregor Dunwall. He had already chosen a countess, who would become Mrs. Isabelle Dunwall in a few months time.
The reputation of House Dunwall was a fantastic one. King Jarvan I himself admired the noble family, and often invited them to dinners. They also had very good relations with most of the other Demacian houses. Alexander wanted to maintain these relationships that his father had created for his family, and possibly create new ones within Demacia's aristocracy.
However, war was brewing. Noxus and Demacia were both recruiting, and small skirmishes had already broken out across Valoran. Gregor was a military figure as well as a noble, and Alexander wanted to follow in his father's footsteps.
Now that Alexander was head of House Dunwall, he couldn't just abandon his family lineage for the military. Alexander had already completed his required military service, and continued to serve for an additional six years. Now that war was breaking out, Alexander was itching to join the fight, but he didn't have anyone to hand House Dunwall over to.
Alexander was currently in his study, reading over his father's will. Gregor had given Alexander his estate, along with a handful of servants loyal to House Dunwall, and an expectation for Alexander to continue the Dunwall bloodline. The will didn't say anything about a possible successor.
Alexander frowned in dissaproval, slightly adjusting his spectacles. He read the passage over and over, trying to discern some information about successors.
To my son, Alexander. To my son, Alexander. To my son, Alexander. No matter how hard he tried, Alexander couldn't find any information about heirs or successors in his father's will. He sighed, then got up from his chair. He accidentally spilled the glass of wine at his side all over the parchment. He curse under his breath, then paused.
Alexander had notice d something written that was not there previously. He studied the wet paper intensely. Suddenly, he rushed out of the study, paper in hand. New text was visible on the will, and the first line read.
"To my son, Alexander."