Post by Frederik Karl Christian XI on Sept 8, 2010 7:43:15 GMT -5
Erhard von Esslingen walked around the streets of Stuttgart. His face was marked by a deliberately grown week's worth of facial hair. He wore casual wear that he would perhaps not be caught dead in without a particular motive. Ultimately, he thought none of his men would recognise him first glance if he strode around looking as he did.
He remembered visiting Stuttgart in his youth before heading to the north, the city was largely the same, but it seemed like it had seen the wars, from what he knew it had.
The Schwaben accent reminded him how diverse Deutschland was, often he would find himself at a loss when talking to some of the older folk who had not learned flawless hochdeutsch. However, that it was Baden-württemburg and not his home of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern. It could be Bayern for all he cared and he would still be pleased to be back in Deutschland. The Romanians, did not know how to eat, how to speak or what constituted a proper winter.
His reasons for being in Stuttgart were simple, he was sick of Transylvania, or Romania, and he needed to find the Kaiser's heirs. If the Kaiser was not going to bring Deutschland back to what it was supposed to, then some other relative, or even a pretender or heir apparant had to be found. It was war time and he figured that was when the state was most distracted, or when the punishment was most severe. He had never broken a law, none that had not been excused in the name of duty, but he knew the new government might not see it that way, that he was a former revolutionary, a former imperial, was perhaps reason enough for the current government.
He had been travelling all around Deutschland, risking his luck, as the former leader of the Kaiserlicher-Schutzkraft, he had all kinds of fake Identification, aliases, and contacts under his belt. He was currently masquerading under the name Heinrich Kielmeyer, the real Heinrich Kielmeyer having 'disappeared' long ago for being a traitor. However like many names on a list, he had been keeping the account alive through wiring oaccassional monetary contributions and paying the rent for a fake residence.
Though the risk of capture was still a concern, he knew he could not evade them forever. He had to find who he could and get out, it seemed like the only other Deutsch places were cruelly taken by the Italians, would not be the case in the Kaiser's day for sure. He would have taken Österreich back and you could be sure no Italian would get his hands on Die Schweis and Lichtenstein.
He had recently tracked a potential claimant to an old lot in the exterier of Stuttgart. It was rather tall but seemed neglected. He walked up to the large wooden door, and lightly knocked using the ornate door knocker, nothing. He knocked again louder, nothing, finally he knocked a third time, and still nothing. He then went to open the door, and found it not to be locked at all, as the door creaked he looked inside to a deserted hallway, in fact, the lot itself as he could see was devoid of furniture or possessions. Empty. He quickly shut the door and backed up looking the house over. Then he noticed something he had not noticed before. A broken for sale sign. He had not seen it since it was face down and one sided. As a local walked past he inquired as to the house, it had apparently been deserted for over a decade. At this he grinded his teeth but remained polite to the local, it was not his fault that his lead had been nothing.
This was not the first disapointment he had faced, he had used his ample sources to find numerous locations for nothing. He wondered how things had truly changed, a few decades ago, say when he was a young boy, he would hear of the Hohenzollerns like they were celebrities, now none of them were where they were supposed to be, and none of them seemed to make themselves known publically. He wouldn't be surprised if they were hiding out somewhere else during the coup. It would be the smart thing he conceded, after all, it was what he did.
After his last disapointment he had no desire to stay away from Deutschland, at the same time, he wanted his identity back. He had his next course of action now. "I will turn myself in," he thought to himself in resignation. He pulled out a cell phone, dialed a number, "I do not think I will be coming back, I do not not care what you do, your duty is furfilled, do not wait for me." The loyalists were on their own now, he would be proud if they continued the fight, but he would be just as proud if they found lives for themselves.He then travelled to make himself known to the authorities.
OOC: To Summarise, hes in Deutschland, and making it known he is there. However I didn't know enough of the details of your government and its people in charge of public order, I will say this, if you want a short scene of him being taken into custody, I'd love to roleplay that.
He remembered visiting Stuttgart in his youth before heading to the north, the city was largely the same, but it seemed like it had seen the wars, from what he knew it had.
The Schwaben accent reminded him how diverse Deutschland was, often he would find himself at a loss when talking to some of the older folk who had not learned flawless hochdeutsch. However, that it was Baden-württemburg and not his home of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern. It could be Bayern for all he cared and he would still be pleased to be back in Deutschland. The Romanians, did not know how to eat, how to speak or what constituted a proper winter.
His reasons for being in Stuttgart were simple, he was sick of Transylvania, or Romania, and he needed to find the Kaiser's heirs. If the Kaiser was not going to bring Deutschland back to what it was supposed to, then some other relative, or even a pretender or heir apparant had to be found. It was war time and he figured that was when the state was most distracted, or when the punishment was most severe. He had never broken a law, none that had not been excused in the name of duty, but he knew the new government might not see it that way, that he was a former revolutionary, a former imperial, was perhaps reason enough for the current government.
He had been travelling all around Deutschland, risking his luck, as the former leader of the Kaiserlicher-Schutzkraft, he had all kinds of fake Identification, aliases, and contacts under his belt. He was currently masquerading under the name Heinrich Kielmeyer, the real Heinrich Kielmeyer having 'disappeared' long ago for being a traitor. However like many names on a list, he had been keeping the account alive through wiring oaccassional monetary contributions and paying the rent for a fake residence.
Though the risk of capture was still a concern, he knew he could not evade them forever. He had to find who he could and get out, it seemed like the only other Deutsch places were cruelly taken by the Italians, would not be the case in the Kaiser's day for sure. He would have taken Österreich back and you could be sure no Italian would get his hands on Die Schweis and Lichtenstein.
He had recently tracked a potential claimant to an old lot in the exterier of Stuttgart. It was rather tall but seemed neglected. He walked up to the large wooden door, and lightly knocked using the ornate door knocker, nothing. He knocked again louder, nothing, finally he knocked a third time, and still nothing. He then went to open the door, and found it not to be locked at all, as the door creaked he looked inside to a deserted hallway, in fact, the lot itself as he could see was devoid of furniture or possessions. Empty. He quickly shut the door and backed up looking the house over. Then he noticed something he had not noticed before. A broken for sale sign. He had not seen it since it was face down and one sided. As a local walked past he inquired as to the house, it had apparently been deserted for over a decade. At this he grinded his teeth but remained polite to the local, it was not his fault that his lead had been nothing.
This was not the first disapointment he had faced, he had used his ample sources to find numerous locations for nothing. He wondered how things had truly changed, a few decades ago, say when he was a young boy, he would hear of the Hohenzollerns like they were celebrities, now none of them were where they were supposed to be, and none of them seemed to make themselves known publically. He wouldn't be surprised if they were hiding out somewhere else during the coup. It would be the smart thing he conceded, after all, it was what he did.
After his last disapointment he had no desire to stay away from Deutschland, at the same time, he wanted his identity back. He had his next course of action now. "I will turn myself in," he thought to himself in resignation. He pulled out a cell phone, dialed a number, "I do not think I will be coming back, I do not not care what you do, your duty is furfilled, do not wait for me." The loyalists were on their own now, he would be proud if they continued the fight, but he would be just as proud if they found lives for themselves.He then travelled to make himself known to the authorities.
OOC: To Summarise, hes in Deutschland, and making it known he is there. However I didn't know enough of the details of your government and its people in charge of public order, I will say this, if you want a short scene of him being taken into custody, I'd love to roleplay that.
