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Lady Emma resolves to send ANOTHER round of invitations. Paper is expensive.

Prince Paul of the Petra is enamored with all of the juicy gossip going around lately.

GOD FORBID PEOPLE HAVE FUN ON NOBLE CHARACTERS. BUT WHY ARE THERE ZEEERROOOO PEASANTS. THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS SKEEWEEED! SKEWED! LOTC HAS STRAYED TOO FAR FROM THE HANDS OF THE FLEEPER CLASS. THE HILLBILLY GUARDSMEN, THE SICKLE-BEARING PEASANTS HAVE NO VOICE. AND WHILE THAT IS NORMAL IN MEDIEVAL SOCIETY, IT IS NOT THAT THEY HAVE NO VOIC BECAUSE THEY ARE IGNORED. THEY HAVE NO VOICE BECAUSE THEY DO NOT EXIST!!! BRING PEASANTRY TO LOTC............... BRING LOW IQ BRAINLETS INTO CITIES, TOWNS.... WHY DOES EVERYBODY KNOW WHAT THE HELL AN 'ARTIFICIER' IS.... PEASANTS OF AEVOS UNITE IMAGE RELATED

'Dame' Sparrow nods: "Finally - auwn 'girls' night! It'll be a dorby place for some reserch for mea romance novels! ...Wonder if Dark-Elves ag Knights are 'in' still?" the tall as they are wide knight says, picking out the most 'modern' dress they find.

The news landed in the hands of the sweet tooth scourge, the Elden beast enraged by the news.

"I love weddings." John of Aaun said. Happy to hear his former ward Catherine had found a match. Then thereafter turning to a courtier with a raised brow. "Who is Colonel Jaramy?"

I dont think ive talked or interacted with you, but to hear that a person is able to focus so hard on improving themselves, and then achieve that goal exceedingly, is a source of hope. The world is ever-worsening, but people always find a way to reach new heights of love and kindness; I hope your overall lotc experience gave you skills and lessons that will make you 1000x more successful in your irl journeys. Best of fortune in your future.

"And what mention would you make of us? I already see the title! Three Aaunite Lords have recently caught a magnificent salmon by Ves." Jan Jazlowiecki responded with a light chuckle to the Alstion.

ISSUED BY: THE DUKE OF BRABANT ON: 20th of Harren's Folley, 182 S.A The Ducal Crown hereby raises Marjorie Falkner to the position of Master of Coin (Arka Auruni) and Lothair of Landen to Arch Diplomat (Arka Rysys) and they shall henceforth serve upon the advisory council of the Duke, The Fair Cabinet. The Office of the Arka Aurni shall be tasked with managing all the financial affairs of the Duchy, from collecting taxes, and stewardship to maintenance of international stalls. The Office of the Arka Rysys will be tasked with managing the diplomatic affairs between the Duchy and other realms. SEAL OF THE MASTER OF COIN The Office of Heraldry & Seals hereby creates this seal to represent the Office of the Coin. The Golden Lily represents wealth and prosperity, and the checkered border around the lily represents the development of Brabant. May only the Master of Coin be able to use this seal to officiate documents rendered from their office. SEAL OF THE ARCH DIPLOMAT The Office of Heraldry & Seals hereby creates this seal to represent the Office of Diplomacy. The crossed white lavenders represent Peace, and the flowing water behind them, in the Brabantine colours represent the vastness of friendship. May only the Arch Diplomat be able to use this seal to officiate documents rendered from their office. Signed, His Grace, Ser Sterling Blaxton-Whitewood, Duke of Brabant, Marquis of Lotusgrad, Reeve of Blackwell, Lilenburg and Swan’s Keep, Lord of the Peaks, Protector of the Weefolk.

On the outskirts of Celia’nor, an unsettling sound began to dominate the night. The eerie cries echoed through the streets, an unrelenting wail that seeped into the very fabric of the town, leaving an air of dread that clung to every corner. As night fell, the citizens of Celia’nor, cloaked in their fear, noticed shadowy figures clad in black robes moving through the alleys. These figures, their faces obscured, skulked in the darkness, vanishing into the shadows whenever a curious eye fell upon them, their presence more felt than seen. Those brave—or perhaps foolish—enough to venture out into the cold, moonlit streets in search of the source of these disquieting events might find themselves drawn to an eerie spectacle. In a secluded clearing, a bizarre monument of frozen dread awaited. This structure, an unholy amalgamation of ice and agony, stood covered in blood and scattered with bones. The ice itself seemed alive, pulsating with a dark energy, each facet etched with intricate, arcane runes that hinted at ancient, forgotten rituals. The monument's centerpiece was a grotesque sculpture—a fusion of countless faces, predominantly women, their expressions contorted in eternal screams and tears. This chilling sight was made even more macabre by the crimson stains that marred its surface, suggesting recent, unspeakable acts of violence. As the wind howled through the desolate clearing, carrying the whispers of the dead, the runes seemed to shimmer, casting an otherworldly glow that only deepened the sense of foreboding. For those who stumbled upon this frozen horror, the realization would soon dawn that they had uncovered a dark secret, one that connected the town's recent disturbances with an ancient evil lurking just beneath the surface. The monument stood as a grim reminder and a dire warning, its blood-soaked ice telling a story of pain, sacrifice, and the unseen forces that moved silently through the night. À̴̡̧͉̦̺͚̣̼̼͉̳̼̘̳̺̪̖̑ͣ͆̏̾ͤ̃̌̅͠ͅp̵̶̢̭̦̦̟̈̃̓̀̄̃ͬ́t͓͇̥͒ͨͮ́ͣ̾̕͝ͅͅŗ͚̞͈ͬ̌ͣͦ̒̽ͧͅg̦͔͕̫̞̗̹̱͖͕̻̳̺̩̼͔͕̍ͪ̏ͬ̍̈͒ͦ̏̾ͯ̇ͅͅ_̧͈͈̳̣̫̀̏ǫ̸̻͈̘͍̘͉̗̳̇̋́ͦ̈́͐ͮͫ̾̀ͨ͒ͥͣ͡_̷̡͔̪̓̃̇͢n̨̨̳̞͓͔̻͎̟̳̔ͯ̑̃̿ͦ̓͆̀ͬ̉ͦ̂_͚̕ģ̶̷̡̛̘̬̙̻̾ͧ̔̉́̕̕͡͝u̵̡͇̦͕̱ͮ͗̇ͣ͡͞-̶̶̧̣̞͍̠͍͓̤͙̗͉̪̻̭̼̥͛ͮ̄ͥ̓ͮ́̒ͣ̿ͥͧ̾͌ͩ͛ͦ̽͑̽̓̿͘͡͝Ma͔̬̩_̨̠̙̰̠̻̙̯ͣ̑̀͐͗̆͑ͦ́͘͟͡ð̨̯̤̜̭̪͇̳̺̬̝͉̓ͭ̒͑̾ͯ̓͛́̐͛͌̉̽ͭͤ̓ͧ͘͝͞͝͠r̶̡̲̺̫̙̻͎̪̃̓ͥ͊ͬͧ͂̍ͣ͗̇̕̕

An infernal beast clutches the paper. Before it begins to be devoured by flame. It's head cranes to the north east. "Ye, o' hallow faith. Ythaen. Prepare."

“Consider this my lesson to you.” And what a harsh lesson it had been. Yandel had retreated from the lair of the Azdrazi, defeated and humiliated, without an ear and bleeding from the arm. He had not even had the chance to fight - they had tricked him, and then quickly overpowered him. How could the honourable man fight the dishonourable Darkspawn? It had not gone as he had imagined, as he had thought it would. What was he even expecting? Some battle, and then a glorious slaughter of the Nephilim? But slaughter was never glorious. Their Prophet had said as much himself: “What a shadow, your piety casts.” He was not wrong. Yandel understood that now; it had been an utterly hypocritical remark from the Azdrazi, but it had been true all the same. And the consequence of his failure, his mistake, was great. When Yandel had stumbled to the medicinal practitioners in Celia’nor, they had healed the side of his face - albeit without the now-missing right ear - and though they had staunched the wound in his right arm, they told him, sorrowfully, that he would be unable to use his arm again. And indeed, Yandel had tried to induce some flexing of the fingers, of the muscle - all for nothing. Yandel had lost all movement in his right arm. ———«»————————————«»————————————«»——— A Paladin, unable to wield a sword. It sounded like a joke. Fate was cruel! That was what Yandel now understood: men with power, with responsibilities, who strayed from the good path, were punished to a greater extent than those without. And Yandel bore a heavy responsibility; to protect Descendants from Darkspawn. To kill the Shadow. That was the task charged to him, as a Paladin, and he had failed: and so he had been punished. A Paladin, unable to wield a sword. He decided to head to Sunbreak, and ask for advice - to ask for what could be done. ———«»————————————«»————————————«»——— When Yandel arrived at Sunbreak, he noted that the pathway had been scorched; he saw that the stone had been blackened and torn, with craters left and right. He also saw that someone had crucified a corpse next to the building. Yandel stepped closer to inspect it - and he saw that a lion had been carved into the chest of the flayed, decapitated corpse, with a note attached: “AZDRAZI ACCOMPLICE,” “JUSTICE FOR REDMONT”. Earlier, Yandel might have cheered such a thing - but now, he was merely disgusted. So he set to work, using his left hand and his khopesh, Dawnbreaker, to slowly hack the corpse down. It was depressing work - he knew that he could never fight again, not with his malcoordination with his left arm. But the job was eventually done, and Yandel picked the corpse up, taking it down to the river, and gently setting it in the water, where it floated away. And Yandel knew, then: it could always be worse. That was the lesson of this whole affair; why hate? There was much to be thankful for. His job, now, was not to attack, but instead to protect, to defend, to heal - there were Paladin spells devoted to healing. He could yet serve. He could yet serve.

ANNOUNCEMENT of the PATRIARCH OF HOUSE VUILLER THE INHERITANCE OF AQUILAE 10th of Lothar’s Gift, in the year of our Lord 111, B.A Let it be known from the House of Vuiller that the passing of an inheritance is underway. The title of Aquilae is being handed off to the Duke and Duchess’ second son, Marcel Elio Harald Vuiller, as Johan Stor Vuiller steps down from his post. With this, Marcel will uphold the Barony of San Haraldo until the title is passed to his successor. His Grace, Patriarch of House Vuiller JOHAN STOR VUILLER, DUKE OF AQUILAE Her Grace, DAME GWENYTH ‘THE UNYIELDING’ CALLISTA VILAC VUILLER, DUCHESS-CONSORT OF AQUILAE LADY SENTINEL OF THE ROYAL SENTINELS ROYAL MAGISTER OF THE KINGDOM OF BALIAN His Lordship, MARCEL ELIO HARALD VUILLER, BARON OF SAN HARALDO

The Future of Novellen-Tuvia 10th of Lothar’s Gift, in the year of our Lord 111, B.A Artist: Unknown The Barony of Tuvia would like to proudly announce the beginning of the next generation for the family, thus securing its future. To many, this may come as a surprise, but this is for good reason. Due to recent threats to the royalty and rising tensions in the realm from darkspawn, Princess Ariadne decided to keep her marriage and pregnancy private from the public eye to ensure the safety of herself and her growing family. Ariadne and her husband, Matthias Novellen-Tuvia, have welcomed a new life to Balian, a daughter who shall carry the surname Novellen-Tuvia. By now, she is a year old and thriving. Despite the announcement of this marriage and birth, Ariadne and Matthias have decided to take a new approach to furthering the family’s safety. Matthias will remain behind the walls of Tuvia with the child whenever Ariadne cannot accompany them into Portoregne herself and any more to come until they are all of a proper age. Signed, Her Royal Highness, Ariadne Casimira Novellen-Tuvia, Princess Royal of Balian, Countess of Rosemoor and Baroness of Tuvia

APPLICATION FOR INTERVIEW FULL NAME: Wernher Vourkehardt AGE: 31 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: Alchemist Apprentice, Military METHOD OF CONTACT: Discord - thickynunu, IGN: ickyNuN

Cathan pointed to the letter, "Hey I gave him a leg!"

Mismatched violet eyes stare at the missive, and for a moment- they didn't process what this truly meant. Still riding off of the joy she had started to feel once again from last elven day. However, it soon slowly clicked for the young mali, and a deep bruising feeling started to arise deep in her chest. Ears angling downward as inside of the mali she wasn't sure whether this was a true goodbye or not. Though she inhaled a breath and softly uttered in a way to feel some form of hope for herself, "I'm.. I'm sure we'll meet again- this isn't a.. a forever goodbye. Yeah, just a... retreat?...." Even she wasn't sure if she believed in her own words. But even then she knew she lost someone she was never scared to tell when she was hurt- at least, perhaps only for a time?

The Hunt for Hunters The Master of the Hunt and his Employ La Corte de Girasol The 10th day of Javier’s Justice, 104D.R. With my recent hiring as Master of the Hunt, I, Alejandro Flores, seek to hire those willing to put in the work and effort to care for wild game as well as host hunts for the peoples of Hyspia. Maestro de la Caza Master of the Hunts [!] An artist’s representation of Alejandro Flores, the Maestro de la Caza. As the Master of Hunts I am tasked with overseeing all aspects of hunting activities within Hyspia. This role requires a deep knowledge of wildlife, hunting techniques, and land management, ensuring that hunts are conducted safely, ethically, and successfully. My job is one of responsibility, as I am responsible for planning, organizing, and leading hunts, as well as maintaining the health and population of game animals within our lands. Head of Flora The head of flora is responsible for caring for all plants and ecosystems our wild and captive game may reside in. As for without their homes and food, there is nothing for us to hunt. Head of the Wilds The Head of Fauna is responsible for overseeing the upkeep of our wild game, keeping track of their movements and migrations, as well as caring for any captive game we may hold. Head of Equipment The Head of Care is responsible for looking after any hunting equipment, horses, and attire used when on hunts. They shall dispense suitable weapons for the occasion, and maintain their upkeep after use. Send a letter to Alejandro Flores (Josiphobic) via aviary to inquire about applying. Signed, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Dimitri Otto of Koravia, Sovereign-Consort of Hyspia, Duke-Consort of Pacazu, Baron-Consort of Arenisca, Del’mar and Monterro, Lord of La Dorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, etcetera. His Excellency, Alejandro Flores, Maestro de la Caza

COURTLY APPOINTMENTS THE APPOINTMENTS OF COURTLY POSITIONS II La Corte de Girasol 10th of Javier’s Justice, 104 D.R. The Girasol Courts welcomes another appointed member within their ranks, looking forward to what they may show for it. Court Scribe The Señor Nicolas Murietta has been appointed as a court scribe, with a focus on history. Maestro de la Caza The Señor Nicolas Murietta has been appointed in a subsidiary role beneath our Maestro de la Caza, the Señor Alejandro Flores, in the study and care keeping of Hyspias farmlands. Signed, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Dimitri Otto of Koravia, Sovereign-Consort of Hyspia, Duke-Consort of Pacazu, Baron-Consort of Arenisca, Del’mar and Monterro, Lord of La Dorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Renata Alba, Princess-Royal of Hyspia, Duchess of La Dorada, Baroness of Clemente, Gran Chamberlan of the Girasol Courts

I just want orange. Pastel or other wise!

The Naya Barakat. It's a cup of sliced onions. Cry. Cry now. The Sermi. No matter how many times you drink it Arthur keeps refilling it you can't get rid of it it just keeps coming back oh god oh no oh no The Vicnan. A straight glass of rum but you get punched in the face when it's handed to you. Ice Water With Lemons: The lemons have will'o inside of them. Thanks Obok.

TO APPOINT A TILRUIR’MAEHR By the hand of elOkarir’maehr in the year 182 S.A. To the Blessed Citizenry, as the Eternal Library stands with new updates and rules, it is seen fit to appoint one to handle the library's affairs when elOkarir’maehr is found busy or absent. There is but one who has shown unwavering aid and support for the library's endeavors, who bears many thoughts and ideas for the library's future. One Desimir Divadri shall take on the role of Tilruir’maehr, acting as assistant to elOkarir’maehr for all knowledge-based and magical affairs. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya

Ak-Rullaz, the best golem chef in Aevos, approves of the baking of bread. He would advise adding sawdust and wood chunks next time!

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