All Chapters of THE TRASH PRINCE'S BLUEPRINTS SYSTEM : Chapter 41
- Chapter 50
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CHAPTER 41: THALORIA CITY'S EMPTY VAULTS
In Thaloria City, during all the chaos of Houses all over Thaloria arming themselves, the Crown Prince, Lady Leonora Blackmoor, Pope Aurelian Blackmoor and the entire House of Blackmoor gets woken up at exactly 5 a.m. in the morning by panicked castle stewards, to find the royal treasury, royal armory, medical supplies, clothing supplies, and food supplies filled with naught but rats and roaches. “ Don’t tell me the food supply vaults are full of nought but rats and roaches, Jonathan Weston. Are you not the new steward in charge of Food Supplies? “ Lady Leonora Blackmoor, despite being woken up from sleep at such a short notice, says in a tone filled with disapproval, her sharp eyes, and an even sharper mind scanning the obviously empty Royal Food Supply Vault in Thaloria City as she followed the Food Supplies Steward to the Royal Food Supply Vault Building. She places her hands on her hips, her lips frowning with disapproval at the sight that greets her. An occasional rat scurrie
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CHAPTER 42: BORDER SKIRMISH & MOCKERY
In the land border shared by both Starhaven Kingdom and Shadowvale Kingdom, another fierce fight breaks out, this time between their armies, whilst their navies are only just rebuilding. The otherwise rolling, verdant plains of the land border they shared are a chaos of mud, blood, the metallic ring of steel against steel when the war horns blew, with shields interposed against arrows, spears, battle-axes, and swords. Banners lay strewn across the muddy ground. Those who drop and lose their shields and weapons are locked into bitter, hand to hand combat with enchanted daggers in both hands. Catapults and ballistaes from both sides throw boulders and large ballista bolts at formations, scattering them and turning an otherwise disciplined formation, and turning them into chaotic and mad dash for scramble to be out of range, only to be met with another incoming charge of knights, pikemen or halberdiers. Dames, sellswords and knights alike from both sides lay injured or dying on
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CHAPTER 43: CROWN PRINCE ALARIC'S CORONATION
The day after House Blackmoor and the Holy Church purchased emergency supplies, restocked the royal vaults, and refilled the royal treasury with money from their own pockets, Lady Leonora Blackmoor and Pope Aurelian Blackmoor decides to push through with Crown Prince Alaric's “ coronation as the new Thalorian King. “ Frostmark Province, House Caelora, House Krakenfell, House Hamilton, House Topwells, House Seafyre, House Dragonfyre and House Solara snubs the coronation invitations, calling it “ the mummer show of a bastard pretender dancing to the tunes of House Blackmoor and the Holy Church. “ Only House Blackmoor and House Storm attends the coronation out of the great Houses of Thaloria, with envoys from the City States of Lumina, Aethelgard and Meridian present during the grand event, inside the Thaloria City Cathedral, presided over by Pope Aurelian Blackmoor, aside from the group of religious men and women, from all walks of life in Thaloria City, whether they be poor or rich,
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CHAPTER 44: THE DRAGONLORDS' PERSPECTIVE
“You can debate all you want on whether you’ll side with Second Prince Theron, or Third Prince Cain. So long as it's not the Bastard Pretender. Are dragons to drop on their knees and grovel at the feet of the Holy Church now? I think not.” Sir Harold Seafyre slams his Dragonheart Imperium dagger onto the obsidian war table, the steel’s hum reverberating through the stone halls of Pyrestone Keep. The sudden clang silences the chamber, lords, cousins, commanders, and heirs hold their breath. Even Lord Walter Seafyre, the old and brooding Lord Protector of Seafyre Province and Warden of Seafyre Bay, leans forward in surprise. The table is shaped like a dragon in flight, and the dagger now pierces its heart. “Mind your temper, Harold,” Lord Walter casts a piercing and sharp look at his nephew, Sir Harold Seafyre. “We speak of alliances. Not tantrums.” Harold doesn’t flinch. “We speak of our honor, my lord. That crown is forged in mockery and deceit. Alaric Blackmoor, a half-priest, hal
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CHAPTER 45: DUAL CORONATIONS
Just as Third Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria, Lord Protector of Frostmark Province expects, King Zachary Starhaven, of House Starhaven, formally… retires, or abdicates, in the eyes of the third Prince, in favor of his eldest daughter, Crown Princess Clementine Starhaven, who married Sir Chandler Frostmark, of House Frostmark, whose forebears went into self-imposed exile, rather than submit to the Holy Church, in the months that followed after the Great Cataclysm, when the Holy Church, backed by House Blackmoor, quickly gained power and influence all over Thaloria and beyond. In a direct jab at the religious traditions and everything the Holy Church stands for, King Zachary Starhaven doesn’t invite the Archbishop of Starhaven City to the coronation, much less the Holy Mages, and doesn’t even consider allowing the Archbishop of Starhaven City to preside over the coronation. At first, he feared for his safety, and the safety of his eldest daughter and Sir Chandler Frostmark, but his fe
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CHAPTER 46: DRIVEN BY PROFITS
Lady Philippa Hamilton, the young, sharp and clever Lady Protectress of Hamilton Province, in title and in deeds, gazes out the window of her private solar in Sunspire Citadel, the main fortress of House Hamilton, whilst writing a letter to the Second Prince Theron. “ So I take it that we’ll declare for the Second Prince, cousin? “ Sir Anthony Hamilton, the castellan of Sunspire Citadel in Lady Philippa Hamilton’s absence, when she made frequent business trips in Thaloria, and beyond, asks. “ Third Prince Cain, and Crown Prince Alaric will also do as well. “ Sir Anthony Hamilton adds. “ Alaric is half a choirboy and half a Holy Mage, dancing to the tunes of the Holy Church, Sir Anthony. Half our residents are mages, and the Vintalomancers are the reason why our province has rich crops, and export quality wines, ale, and alcohol. If we ally with House Blackmoor, massive persecutions will occur, and the mages will flee in large numbers to Frostmark, or Caelora Province. Our coffers
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CHAPTER 47: LORD TOPWELL'S GAMBIT
Lord Montgomery Topwell, of House Topwell, Lord Protector of Topwells Province, Warden of Topwell River & The Riverlands, is in the barracks of Aqualore Vault Fortress, watching as the former men at arms, knights, dames, ordinary soldiers, sellswords of House Topwell train, not in the clash of steel against steel, but with the modified muskets with rapid fire and rapid reload speeds, wheeled cannons with enhanced range and fires homing shots in rapid succession, anti-air mortars with shells that incinerated birds in contact, crude grenades, and rapid fire, rapid reload flintlocks sent to him by the Third Prince, through Lady Sarah Topwell, Lord Montgomery Topwells’ youngest daughter, right after Lord Montgomery Topwells sent Third Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria a letter expressing Lord Montgomery Topwell's intent to ally and side with Third Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria. Lord Montgomery Topwell also receives an entire fleet of unreleased and discarded experimental steam armored carriage
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CHAPTER 48: THE GREY SERPENT'S WITS
“ It is an honor to receive an envoy from Frostmark Province. So, what does the cold and icy North have to offer to… us snakes and scorpions here in the desert, Lady Muriel Silverfin? Oh, and must say, Crown Prince or… King Alaric won't be pleased with the… sudden disappearance of his messengers. “ Sir Maximus Solara, known and feared in Thaloria Kingdom and beyond as The Grey Viper, called The Grey Viper for his downright ambiguous views that border on grey areas regarding ethics and morality, for his quick wit, courtier’s charm, his sharp tongue, his unpredictable nature, and his poisoned blades said in a voice rich with sarcasm, and bold, blatant mockery says, offering a mocking bow after the VTOL fighter-bomber plane that Lady Muriel Silverfin rode on, bearing the insignia of the serpent coiled on a broken crucifix,quartered with the shark of House Silverfin with open fangs on a field of blue, and the Watchful Owl of House Thaloria, landed on the grounds just outside the Sun Scorp
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CHAPTER 49: A COMFORTABLE RETIREMENT
Upon the fervent, heartfelt requests of Lord Henry Shadowvale, and Lord Zachary Starhaven, that they be allowed to move to Winterkeep City instead of their children, Third Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria moved and convinced by their requests, agreed to let their children stay in Starhaven Kingdom and Shadowvale Kingdom, on the condition that King Consort Chandler Frostmark, his bride Queen Clementine Starhaven-Frostmark, King Charles Shadowvale, and Queen Consort Luciana Frostmark- Shadowvale be taught in the ways of modernity, how to rule their respective Kingdoms like a military-industrial corporation, by advisers sent by Lord Malachi Cinderflay to Starhaven Kingdom, and advisers sent by Lord Declan Silverfin to Shadowvale Kingdom. It's not what I hoped, but I suppose that's for the best, Third Prince Cain Vailtair Thaloria thinks as he meets with the two former kings, now styled as Lord Regent Zachary Starhaven, and Lord Regent Henry Shadowvale, to give them each a briefcase full of
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CHAPTER 50: KRAKENS & SERPENTS
The surf slams like a war drum against the barnacle-crusted walls of Krakenfell Citadel, ancestral seat of House Krakenfell, in the heart of Krakenfell City. Seafoam batters the stone like an impatient beast. Seagulls wheel overhead, their cries lost in the wind as if mourning some ancient shipwreck, or perhaps warning of one yet to come. Lord Noah Krakenfell, half a pirate, half a merchant, half a lord, and full menace to coastal decency, reclines, freshly bathed, on his throne of driftwood and whale bone. The fragrance of his shampoo clings to his dark curls, with his lithe muscular frame disguising the wild, ruthless feral cunning that Lord Noah Krakenfell is often associated with. The hall smells fresh, a pleasant surprise from the strong smell of the sea sprays outside, that often batters Krakenfell City during stormy weather, with racks and racks of gleaming iron weapons, and shiny, expensive wooden shields stacked neatly on one side of the throne room, as if to warn visitors of
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