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"It is always odd seeing the same names post these letters, yet you never see them step foot outside of their hovels!" said Josef, having never met this Marc, but always finding his ramblings posted all over the city.

Valindra pinned a copy of the leaked diary to her fridge.

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Ser Audo "The Colander" - in one of his pausings from fishing and hunting with his family, in Sierra - took a moment to take in the loss of a familiar old friend from the mortal realm. Although, in his death, he had learnt secrets he cared not for in his living counterparts, he still held a deep respect for the doctor-turned-wizard. There were many souls he still watched, and even those he never met of his own blood that he would watch for many eyars to come. And, of course, too, the long-lived friends he made along the way. Taking a breath, and stretching up a hand to run through his raven-hair, he huffed out a sigh before a somber smirk crossed him. He owed the doctor the life he got to live. "A noble soul," He paused on that thought, "Ea hope we fight tgether auwn day - side by side - whatever realm it may be..."

We Remember By sacrifice, we live. By idleness, we die. It is the common grief of many to lose a loved one to the honor of the battlefield, and, too, the grief of many to lose their honoring-place to the inferno of progress: a damnable abomination that spits in the face of our lost. In the moment, we honor our protectors. We praise and thank those who keep us safe. Let us honor them in death, too. Shall I stake my life on future kinsmen, As those men filled with bravery must do, When time lets safe communities forget, As they rot in shallow graves, two by two, Or do I turn to being woeful meek, So I'm to gain the shelter access which, By truthful measure, belongs not to me, But owed to those who perished in loyalty? Though we alive can fill our dreams all full, They cost a gallant price of blood and iron, And loss of paradise for those good boys, Who proudly raise our banner high and fall, And candid we do say: we remember, Yet 'we' is not of me and you, But paper - thin responsibility - So we can rest in peaceful equity. And suffocating below dirt and grime, They toss and writhe in holes all freshly filled, Then march towards their holy place of rest, Come men and women with new arming blades, Whose arms raise above and pierce down, Smashing headstones Upon the ground, And then we say: "we remember", As scattered rubble seats silent phantoms. Court Poet, Lady Felyska Amélya Weiss

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EINE WEINREICHE NACHT! A WINEFUL NIGHT! Issued by the Herrin Der Gastfreundschaft in the year of our Lord 1977 "Liebe Leserin, lieber Leser, To all who read this missive, thou art cordially invited to partake in a TAVERN NIGHT! This revel shall be hosted at Reinmar’s cherished Drunken Maiden Tavern. A Tavern night was dealt requested by a Barclay herself saints days ago and thust we shall deliver one to be done! As is our custom, the night shall bear a theme, and this occasion's theme is none other than WINE! Behold, the Drunken Maiden doth find itself blessed with an overabundance of wine from the far reaches of Aevos. Verily, it hath become quite the vexation to store such a plethora of bottles. Therefore, we declare this Tavern Night to be dedicated to Wine, Wine, and yet more Wine! All who attend shall be entreated to purchase and savor at least one varietal of wine. There shall be Red Wines, Pink Wines, Purple, White, Off-White, Dark Blue – a veritable rainbow of wines to delight thy senses! Moreover, there shall be a blind wine tasting competition of three rounds! He or she who doth guess the most wines correctly shall be bestowed with a mysterious prize! Though wine shall be the star of the evening, fear not, for all other libations shall be readily available for those who desire them. Come, let us make merry and toast to the bounty of the vine! Drinks in attendance include, but are not limited to: Beer, Ale, Cider, Wine, Whiskey, Mead, Vodka, Rum, Elixir, Cocktails, & Various Nonalcohol beverages” Gute Reise, HERRIN DER GASTFREUNDSCHAFT of The Princess's Noble Council, TAVERN OWNER of the Drunken Maiden, 'Ms. E'

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Frostiron Craste New type of Grapes In the year 1977, Imperial age, the Frostiron and the Crimson Guild found a new type of Grapes. The Crow variety were study in the last month by Jaromir and Vincent, and in the follow are the research they made: Apex: tending to globose, downy, whitish-green with slight pinkish-purple shading at margins. Apical leaflets (1st to 3rd): unfolded, downy, whitish-green with edges shaded pinkish-purple. Basal leaflets (4th onward): somewhat wavy, glabrous or with sparse hairs and yellowish-green above, downy and whitish on the underside; very jagged, pentalobed, with deep sinuses, upper ones closed; open the petiolar and lower two; teeth long, acute. Shoot axis: somewhat curved, green, pubescent. Sprout at flowering Apex: medium-shaped, downy, whitish, sometimes with slight pink tinge. Apical leaflets: unfolded, downy the 1st, less tomentose the other two; green with bronzy highlights on upper page, very indented; U-shaped petiolar sinus. Basal leaflets: unfolded, glabrous or arachnoid above, pubescent below, green with golden highlights; quinquelobed, sinuses deep and closed; teeth acute, large. Shoot axis: glabrous, green with dark hazel streaks. Bunch at maturity: medium, long, cylindrical-pyramidal, with an often long wing (and in this case it takes the name "double Crow" of which some documents speak of as a variety), rather compact; peduncle visible, woody at the attachment, medium thick, slightly pinkish; pedicels middles, thin, sometimes pinkish; cercine very evident, smooth with an intense wine-red color; large purplish brush. Berry: medium (mm 15), ellipsoidal; skin blue-violet, very pruinose, thick, very firm, somewhat astringent, with persistent umbilicus; flesh loose with simple, sweet flavor. Seeds: 2-3 in number per berry, medium-sized, elongated in shape. Woody shoot: long, stout, coarse, with rounded cross-section; internodes long (about 10 cm), striated, hazel-reddish; nodes not very evident, with purplish tinge; buds flattened, not very prominent. Trunk: robust. No further research was made, by the Crimson Guild, only two types of wine were made by the skilled hand of Jaromir. Nobody tasted It, currently. HIS LORDSHIP, VINCENT AUCLAIR , CRIMSON GUILD OWNER

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"If she was so strong, she'd fight me." Gashadokuro comments, catching a cold wind of the developments that hailed from the North.

it was another casual day for Panya, continuing with the construction of her new city. She points a few people around and plans the designs for various buildings. Such a thing requires a /long/ break. She ventures out in which she comes across the missive. "I knew we should've killed that [REDACTED]." Panya rolls her eyes, pocketing the missive and taking it back home to show the other Rah'tumans in the temple of Hesthor. She sit's down a handful of her people, especially Atemu and Arvel. She tugs at the edges of the paper to de-crinkle it a bit and put it on display for the others to see. "You'll never guess who has a bounty on his head. Beard-scratching sniffy guy." - "I knew he was gross but I didn't think he'd be a kidnapper. Though, this should be no issue. Mina for construction, and I think we all know the punishment for harmin' kids. Dont we?" And for those that do not know . . ╔⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤╗ 31. Committing violence against a child is especially prohibited in Rah’tuma. The punishment includes being burnt alive in the fires of the Ra’tuhmet’s temple, or being fed to a pit of crocodiles, or execution by beheading. ╚⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤╝ "Fingers may have been removed the last time that a child was hurt, though I do not believe mercy should be shown this time around." With that, her speech comes to a conclusion. Allowing others to respond . .

AN IN-DEPTH LOOK INTO HYSPIA On the 14th day of Maria’s Peace of 103 D.R. Infanta In-fan-ta A daughter of the second-in-line to the Hyspian throne. Infante In-fan-te A son of the second-in-line to the Hyspian throne. What Are They? The Infanta, or Infante, is a special role within Hyspian society that exists within a gray area. Considered that of lesser royalty, they can only be born from the second-in-line to the Hyspian throne, and only if the second-in-line did not marry out. Should these ambiguous conditions be met, an Infanta or Infante is born. Stylized with the honorific of ‘Your Highness’, they are considered to be above the noble-born Lord and Lady but below that of the royal-born Prince and Princess. Their role in Hyspia is to provide for the crown and citizenry, and should the worst happen to the main-line, to take on the role of Princes and Princesses and to go on to lead Hyspia. An interesting fact: The first of their title and name to be known in history, is that of twins born to the Prince Arman of Hyspia and his consort, the Princess Harmen. Born in the year 1959 was His Highness, Infante Rafael Arsenico and born shortly after him was Her Highness, Infanta Renata Alba, as evidenced in this missive, ‘The Break of Daylight | The Birth of Twin Foals’. They would go on to set the precedent of what an Infanta and Infante may do and become. What Can They Do? While the lesser royals have fewer perks than their higher-ranked cousins, they still have quite a few advantages that differentiate them from those noble-born. Much like their cousins, upon their fifteenth, they are granted a titular title to hold for their station that will go back to the crown upon death. This, more often than not, shall be a Barony. They are not granted a royal guard, and nor may they wear a tiara or crown - this honor reserved for their royal-born cousins. Instead, they may wear circlets or diadems. In case of debuts into society, or Hyspia’s El Puente, they may wear the heirlooms of their ancestors - a time in life which they may don the tiaras or crowns withheld otherwise when they debut alongside their royal-born cousins. Upon marriage, an Infanta or Infanta cannot make more of the title, but instead go on to make Lords and Ladies under their name - much like their royal-born cousins. An interesting fact: Should the work be put in by the Infanta or Infante, they can be promoted to that of a Prince or Princess, just the same as they may be demoted from their roles for a lack of work. This was showcased in the promotion of Her Highness, Infanta Renata Alba to Her Royal Highness, Princess-Royal Renata Alba circa 103 D.R, as evidenced in this missive, ‘An Amendment to Titles’. Promotion does not change their position in succession, but it does allow for the other benefits their royal-born cousins are granted, such as a royal guard and the honor of wearing tiaras and crowns. Signed, Her Royal Highness, Renata Alba, Princess-Royal of Hyspia, Duchess of La Dorada, Baroness of Clemente

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Jaromir Kos Frostiron Jaromir Kos Frostiron comes from a now decayed noble family. His father Jivic Kos was also a member of the Kos clan, very proud of being a Kos, he had betrayed everything, family, relatives, clan, nation for his beloved. Luri'ski Frostiron, was a young high elf, strong in combat, skilled in all types of weapons, from lethal to non-lethal. She had also left her entire family for Jivic. The two had four children, Jaromir the eldest, and two girls, together with his younger brother. One bad day, bandits probably sent by Luri'ski's family killed the daughters, the father was mutilated and brutally killed. That day only Luri'ski was saved, forcibly brought back by his family, Jaromir and his younger brother who welcomed him as a father figure. That day, Jaromir killed several bandits solely with a knife...he was ten years old. From that day he hid his long ears, only he and his sister... the eldest of the family were born, as hybrids. The youngest were born as Adunians. Crimson red eyes and white hair had always been an unrecognizable feature of the Frostiron family. From that day Jaromir reunited with Tadeusz Kos, head of the Kos clan of which his father, a Reinmar, belonged. She helped him for several years, until Norland when she met and adopted Lilibeth, a small and frail girl, abused by her father and with her crimson red hair. Jaromir decided to break away from the Kos, living in Chambery, coming into contact with various people and joining the military corps of Celianor, for now. Owner of the Crimson Mercenary Group and owner, skilled in making liquor. VINCENT AUCLAIR After the collapse of the Auclair family, Vincent left his house to found a new home. Becoming a good merchant for the Crimson Guild and helping Jaromir in some fight and mercenary battle. He has the same characteristic of the Auclair family, blonde hair and blue eyes. He found a new home with Jaromir, helping him in his business. But after years living in the cold Norland, he decided to search for Amelie, his little sister not knowing that she became a famous woman. He hopes that she will remember him, and not be mad for his decision. Hoping to help his sister in restauring the household. Skilled as Jaromir in merchant and with money, he travels around the continent losing his way of speaking, good also at fighting. He always helps and does all what he needs for his faith. HIS LORDSHIP, VINCENT AUCLAIR , CRIMSON GUILD OWNER

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Adya takes a pause in setting up her shop to read the brochure, smiling under her veil. She folds it up, tucks it away, and goes back to expanding her shop.

With a sudden jolt of movement, the magi was back to his office within Vikela... As he looked around he took but a moment to process the vision he had seen, wiping cold sweat off his forehead. Aserath scuffed, before fixing up his attire only to sit back down and begin writting some letters "FInally, something to do.." he said to himself with a look of excitement.

“What is sight, without vision…?” -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The aheral woke up once again, finding themselves in a dark and desolate forest, their tired, ill eyes blinked once, twice and upon the third, the girl finally realised that she could see again, did she get her sight back? Has she finally escaped that horrendous, inhumane void that had chased her for as long as she could remember. . . ? Those thoughts soon left her mind, the silence was deafening, and as far as she knew, she sat alone in the middle of a road within a forest she only knew too well. As what little leaves were in these dead woods danced around the teenage she soon came to a sickening realisation: it was just like last time. “ Crunch. . . CRUNCH. . . CRUNCH. . . ” Celestina was not alone. As the Fiyem quickly stood they could hear the sounds of dead branches breaking draw closer and closer to her position. Her breath got heavier, her chest rose and fell in a seemingly never ending dance of fear. She felt as if she was a child again, her body, unresponsive to her orders, she remembered that cursed day, that creature. . . That monster. . . Those claws. . . “ Caw. . . CAW. . . CAAAW. . . ” She turned around and began to run, the survival instincts of her body had kicked in. The monstrosity followed suit, from the corner of those precious eyes of hers, she could see the terrifying presence dashing through the woods around her, leaving crow feathers behind, they were but a shadowy, dark blur as it seemed to be everywhere at once, above her? Next to her? The Adiler wouldn't know, the only thing they knew is that they had to continue running. Suddenly she began seeing things hanging from the trees in front of her that stood to the side of the road, the smell of rotting flesh filled the air as she soon found out what they truly were: bodies. The Princess could recognise every single one of them, some of them were her friends, some, family. But one thing stood out from their carcasses, none had eyes, all seemed to have bloody, empty eye sockets. The child's eyes widened, unable to let out single scream of help, unable to form a single thought. . . “WoooOSH. . . THUD. . .” The demon stood now before her, it's gaze looking into her very soul, her very being, death would be a much suitable fate than whatever cruelty this Abomination was capable of. She was powerless, once again, unable to defend herself, the monster cackled, cawed as it raised one of its talons. . . “ SQWELP . . .” Celestina let out an inhumane scream of agony as the creature took away her sight, she stumbled, fell on her back, rolled in pain, blood pouring from her now empty sockets as she desperately covered them with her gauntlets. The void, it was here, once again but was this really her fate, to remain in the darkness for the rest of her life, not that it mattered, the crow demon was ready to finish it's pray off as the aheral began praying. It was as if one was looking out a window, as the pain continues coursing through her veins, she couldn't help but notice that within the void, there was something, a vision. A burning star, no, a comet of pure light seemed to rush towards her. The demon who was about to finish her had noticed it aswell, as soon as it turned it's head, the loud noise of it's skull being crushed echoed through out the dead woods, the comet turned into a silvery figure, a towering, veiled, armoured woman, large pearly white wings on her back and a large, crown-like, golden halo above her head, her face though, faceless. The being uttered no words as she sent the abomination flying towards the woods, the sound of more bones being crushed and flesh being burnt could be heard now, Celestina could only see her savior, nothing else. However when she turned towards the source of the sounds, she saw another figure, a dark silhouette standing above the corpse of the raven demon, seemingly hacking at it with what looked like a halberd, flames roaring all around it when it suddenly turned towards the blind girl. The girl felt a warm hand around her cheek that quickly turned her head to face her savior. It took it's veil off brought it on Celestina's lap before taking hold of her hands. Darkness took over once more. . .