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Union of the Violet and Raven [!] Birds deliver the invitations all over the land of Aevoes with flocks of butterflies. It is with great honor that we extend our invitations to beloved family and friends to attend this union of La Reine, Medea Viola De Astrea and Consort Walter Blanc on this joyous day within Vikela's Palace. Join us as they go through Vikela’s wedding traditions and watch them exchange their vows to intertwine their souls, becoming one. We implore guests to indulge in tasty food and delicious drinks after the ceremony while the newly wed couple share their first dance as husband and wife. We look forward to your attendance and sharing this magical day with you all. Please note that fighting will not be allowed during the event and weapons will be confiscated before entering the city unless asked permission by either the head of the military or the paramount. List of Invitations: ARISTOCRACY OF VIKELA Members of House Viola @Kayleigh_P Members of House Blanc @Aw_0ken Ses Gras, Arch Dyòk Cyprien De Astrea & His pedigree @HogoBojo Ses Gras, Dyòk Xavier adlier & His pedigree @MockingbirdArt Ses Mecyril , Viskont Gregious Roa and his Pedigree @Me_llamo... Ses Mecyril , Cyril Ahmanu Chaephyra and their House. @PhilosopherBear Tèt Treasurer Ofisyè Andria Aldin of House Aldin and her Pedigrees. @Tigergiri Tèt Magic Ofisyè Nepir Wolfguard of House Wolfguard and his Pedigrees. @nepir The Vel’yul Clan and their Pedigree @Kumoko600 Tèt Magistrate Ofisyèl Anastatsya Þér Heskynne & Their pedigree @Periphonics Tet Chevalye premye Mayan Avern & her pedigree @TheRainbowRoyal Tèt Steward Ofisyèl Illyana @Kayleigh_P The Chimaera Military and Raven Knights are all required to be on duty during the event. Vikela citizens are all welcome to come! The Treasured Members of the CCC The Silver Lubba Lumia Uialben and her people of The Serene State of Lurinher @Snow1770 Monarch Lenora Jusmia of Vortice and her people. @Bethinwonderland Emperor King Cyris Collingwood III and his people. @Hearth The Respected Members of the Confederation Theveus Sythaerin Sohaer of Haelun’or and his people. @MailC3p Yera Silveira, Overlord of Kaethul, and her people. @Ewdrawings KLOG’AKAAL, Rex of Krugmar, Ruler of the Desert and his people. @LobsterLarry Special Invitations: HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Sybille I, The Queen of Balian and her people. @HIGH_FIRE His Royal Majesty, The Prince of Fi'andria, Prince of Celia'nor, Itthrak Ibarellan and his people. @Moping Her Royal Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryante, Queen of the Numenedain and her people. @AstriaS Shugo Kato Oijin and the citizens of Koyo-Kuni @Reckless Banzai Screamer The free City of Hohkmat and all who wish to come @Minuvas Dyonne of Nevaehlen and her people. @Candle Iosefka Anarórë and their Pedigree. @ichigomaster98 Farian Malto of Clan Gylldene and his Pedigree. @PestyWarlock Grimm Halfaway-Sturmstrike and his Pedigree. @simpleglitchbro Mika Uialben and his Pedigree. @mika1278 Madoc’lur and his shaman lodge. @Sewer_Rat The Undying Pipsqueak! Ser Spuds and his Pedigree. @Turbo_Dog The House of Maiheiuh. @AuJy

WANTED: BREWERS AND TENDERS Issued at Year 177 of the Second Age The Most Serene March of Cerulia seeks those wanting to work in a brewery and tavern, both of these jobs will be available separately. With the increase in people of our freshly built town, it has become clear that they have a thirst that cannot be quenched by our rather simple menu. Thus we seek folk able to make the drinks they desire and to tend to the populace at the local tavern. With the offer of this job comes a simple yet profitable deal: -You will brew drinks or tend to the bar -You will gain all resources needed to perform your job -Every mina made from this job you will keep -The opportunity to export drinks across the market and sell to other local taverns -A tax free home -A tax free stall to sell your goods If one is interested in this, you know who I am and where to find me. ETERNAL WE MARCH signed, The Former Silver Lubba, Mika “The Resourceful” Anarion, Serene Marq of The Most Serene March of Cerulia and Minister of Defense of Lurin, Protector of the Lurinite Floodplains, Lord of Lubba’s Keep, Lubba Knight of Lurin, Founder of Lurin, Founder of Cerulia, Brickmaster of Lurin

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"You tell 'em, Garen!" cheers Vasily.

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A Wanderer decided to read over the text when brought to her, a roll of the eyes when finished reading them "So much I could say, but I can't be bothered to waste my breath, stick your head in the sand as you lot seemingly do. It is no wonder you can't progress." She thought about how ironic it was, almost two elven years later, and Haelun'or was back where it was when she left it.

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The combined hallucination of Petra's citizens known as 'Sparrow' nods satisfied. Putting 'Sir' in front of his name with totally make people take him more seriously.

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TO CROWN A DUKE Issued and confirmed by, THE DUCHY OF RAVENMIRE Anno Domini 19XX LO UNTO THE GOOD PEOPLE OF RAVENMIRE, Our ducal coronet laments to inform the good citizenry of Ravenmire of the passing of the Duchess Meira Kervallen-Elmwood, who was felled by southron insurgents. Upon news of her untimely death, the late Duchess’ council has convened and decided upon a worthy successor to take up her ducal seat. B O R O S T O V A An artist's depiction of the Duke Ravenmire, c. 1971 Prior to his ascension, Bo served as the former Lord Chancellor to the late Duchess Meira before her untimely demise. In his fleeting tenure as Chancellor, the newly made Duke Ravenmire has demonstrated possession of all qualities requisite of proper rule. The country therefore releases bated breath as Bo prepares to dons the illustrious mantle and titles of the late Duchess Meira, to rule these northern wastes as she once did. In celebration of the creation of a new Duke, the council of Ravenmire joyously announced his coronation, to be held on the 178 of the Second Age INVITATIONS ARE TO BE EXTENDED TO THE FOLLOWING: THE LORDS OF THE NORTH: The Most Honorable Margrave of the Rhosmark, and the people of Rhosmark The Right Honorable Count of Blackworth, and the people of Blackworth OUR ALLIES NEAR AND FAR: Ellenore av Eiriksdóttir, High Keeper of the Sacred Flame and their Citizens KLOG’AKAAL, Rex of Krugmar, Ruler of the Desert and their Citizens Lumia Uialben,The Silver Lubba of the Most Serene State, Matron of House Uialben, Heiress of House Anarion, Protector of the Whispering Isles and their Citizens OOC: [April 25 at 7:30pm EST] SIGNED, HIS GRACE, Bo of the House of Rostova, Duke of Ravenmire HER GRACE, Yelena of Crestfall, Duchess consort of Ravemire

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Ilaria watched as the rains rinsed away her indigo tattoos; the designs she'd always adorned her good arm with, a practice she's kept up since she was just a child desperate for distractions. Now the process of inking was more grounding, assuring; symbolic and personal. Her patterns faded and washed away into nothing, leaving that lavender arm bare. When the storm passed, she took up her brush and dipped its bristles into the ink. Something new would replace the old, and be all the more beautiful upon that arm.

Released from a desk within the Vale came a pamphlet informing those coming to volunteer for the defence of the Vale, "FROM THE DESK OF DEFENCE COUNCIL OF THE VALE, It is the greatest consideration that the Defence Council has undertaken with the incoming Harrower conflict. Supplies have been ferried; plans have been created; and plans are under the moment in enaction. Furthermore it has also come into our understanding that several groups have made their intentions to join as volunteers clear. While we, at once, appreciate the willingness of the volunteering groups - we also fundamentally must reorganise these volunteering groups to deny a fall of discipline and communication. These volunteers will work - unless otherwise specified - directly under the command of one Cathan or one Nenar. They will not be allowed to operate autonomously. Furthermore, they will require approval of their joining from one Cathan or one Nenar to maintain discipline within the ranks of the Vale defenders. To consider why is to consider that many of these volunteers have not been integrated with defence plans from the beginning of the conflict; which means that they will need to be organised into a foreign legion. Furthermore, if we allow these volunteers to organise themselves autonomously, they will break some of our planning doctrine. Thus these rules are set in stone for volunteers, with the confirmed groupings so far being the Solgaardians and the Paladin Chapter ‘Order of the Golden Lion’. Keep in mind that all Paladins are not approved due to faulty discipline or elsewise. Punishments for breaking conduct will be as harsh as any law within a warzone. Commandant Cathan, Nenar."

THE TALE OF OSMUND Art depicting Osmund hearing admonitions from his people. DIE GESCHICHTE VON OSMUND | THE TALE OF OSMUND Raised by Owinrich Eadlacsson, Chieftain of the Eadlkin In the Age of Frost Transcribed by Aelfwin von Kretzen In the year of our Lord 1973 Medieval II Total War Music "The Widow" ÖHNE UND TÖCHTER VON REINMAR, HARK THESE TALES INSCRIBED ON STONE, KINSMEN. I have transcribed the Runespire of Osmund, one of the earliest known chieftains to undergo baptism and convert to the One True Faith. Formerly a mighty, prideful, and boastful chieftain, he found the Lord after committing a great sin and was granted salvation following a most divine punishment. THE TALE OF THE MARTYR Art depicting Leofred ‘The Martyr’. Long ago, when my son was but a babe and my people still praised the spirits of the forests, rivers, and sky, my hirdman and brother, Leofred, approached me after a great battle amid my feast. "Brother, brother!" he exclaimed as he entered my hall. "What? Come forth and partake of your bread!" I called back, eager to receive him. "The herder Alfgar recounted a most wondrous tale! He spoke of an ancient king, Goswin, if memory serves? How steadfast he remained in his faith even amidst defeat by his foe, Harwin." He shared the tale with me as he accepted my bread and seated himself beside me at my lengthy table. "Bah! Alfgar must be weaving foreign fables and myths. Why does this Goswin captivate you, brother? He was forsaken by his gods and met defeat," I inquired, scoffing at the account of what I would later come to know as the tale of the illustrious Godwin of Aaun. "Was it not honorable to remain loyal to his gods even in the face of defeat?" Replied Leofred with a curious expression. "I suppose..." I responded with a thoughtful hum before shifting the conversation to the spoils we had garnered from our triumph. It wasn't until a fortnight had passed that Leofred broached the topic of his tales once more. This time, during one of our hunts, he spoke to me of Horen. "Brother, have you ever heard of the chief of chiefs Hörn? A man of such magnitude that he held authority over all others? A trader came to our mead hall and spoke of him, mentioning how Hörn was bestowed power by a singular god. Have you encountered a god so mighty as to elevate a man to such heights?" I grunted in response, my focus consumed by the hunt, and in my ignorance, I harbored disdain for such tales. "If there truly exists a deity of such magnitude, why bother with any others?" I retorted mockingly. Leofred remained silent regarding this god until the arrival of summer and the resurgence of our campaign against the Joreksson clan. Following a skirmish with our enemy's warband, I was informed that my hirdmen had vanquished the most foes and seized the greatest number of steeds. "I beseeched the god of Hörn and Goswin ere the battle, and he granted me strength!" Leofred exclaimed joyously when I inquired about his newfound prowess in combat. "Brother, we must invoke this god; he shall shield us! His might surpasses that of the spirits!" he urged earnestly. "No. You shall not lead me or our brethren astray from our allegiance to the spirits. Keep your tongue still concerning this foreign deity, Leofred," I retorted with disdain, my fear of the retribution of the false spirits and gods palpable, fueled by envy and ignorance. I cautioned my brother, and he held his tongue. ! He gazed at me with apprehension, though at the time I mistook it for fear of my anger, only to realize later that it stemmed from his concern for my well-being. As days turned into months, Leofred's valor on the battlefield became legendary within our clan. Yet, with each triumph, I witnessed his inner struggle, the torment of not being able to attribute his victories to his deity. And with each pang of his heart, mine grew colder. Though I was mistaken, I persisted in my condemnation. Then came the moment when he could no longer bear the weight of my persecution. Amidst an assembly, he boldly declared that his triumphs were bestowed by the god of Hörn and Goswin, denouncing the spirits of the forest, rivers, and skies as false. He lamented my misguided convictions with sorrow in his voice. In a fit of fury, I rose from my seat and demanded of him, "Leofred, my brother! Renounce your god and embrace the spirits once more!" His response was a defiant shake of his head, unwavering in his faith. "Then face your end, brother! Renounce your god or meet death!" I demanded in return. In response to my ultimatum, he drew his seax and, with a solemn prayer on his lips, drove it into his own heart. I made a martyr of my brother, and the rebukes of my tribesmen fell upon me like thunder. "Silence!" I commanded, quelling their voices, before dismissing the assembly. I withdrew to the depths of our sacred forest, beseeching the spirits for solace, yet my soul found no rest. THE TALE OF CONVERSION Art depicting Osmund receiving a sign from God. On the night of my brother's passing, a mighty tempest descended upon my lands, wreaking havoc until I was granted mercy. This marked the beginning of God's retribution for my grievous transgression. My plains were submerged beneath floodwaters, and the ancient trees of our sacred forests were uprooted, the very shrines they guarded laid to ruin by the relentless storm. The following day, my adversaries, the Jorekssons, whom my brother had once vanquished with divine aid, triumphed over my forces on the battlefield, seizing our steeds and laying waste to our livestock. In the ensuing days, calamities befell my people, yet I remained obstinate in my defiance of God's will. Even as my tribesmen reproached me in assembly, I blasphemed against the Almighty, demanding their silence. But when the final blow of divine punishment struck, and my son fell gravely ill, I felt the fear of God grip my soul. With a heavy heart, I rode forth to the banks of the once-hallowed river, where I knelt in supplication, pleading for God's forgiveness and protection. I vowed that if He would spare my people and my son from His wrath, I would dedicate my life to His service, surrendering myself to the priesthood. As my entreaty reached its crescendo, I rose to my feet, and with me, the sun emerged from behind the clouds, the storms abated, and the trials ceased. God had bestowed upon me redemption and a divine purpose. My son and my people were spared, and together, we embraced the glory of God. He bestowed upon us priests and wise sages of the One True Faith, and at the hallowed place of my redemption, the sacred river, I underwent baptism. I took the name Owinrich, in honor of the renowned son of Goswin and nephew of Harwin. WER RASTET, DER ROSTET AELFWIN VON KRETZEN HER LADYSHIP, FREDERICA, Baroness of Sigradz, Seneschal of the Heather Court HIS EXCELLENCY, NIKOLAUS, Prelate of Reinmar, Chaplain of the Heather Court

Mood FOREWORD This document, dated the 12th of the Amber Cold, 110 SA, was discovered within the princely palace of Rostampur following the death of Her Serene Highness, Princess Daria I of Ba’as. The ascension of her daughter, Princess Asria I, put into motion a great collection of old documentation and correspondence between Ba’as and its allies to serve as historical reference. This particular report was written by Sarson al Granpaloma, otherwise known as ‘The Great Pigeon’, an elven scribe in service to King Alexander I of Balian. The dossier was later delivered to Ba’as in the hands of Princess Lydia Novellen, as part of her vast personal collection of her father’s letters, following her marriage to Prince Ambros Rostampur in 124 SA. This historical document acts as a window into the initial planning of the union between the then-Prince Hadrian Casimir and the Rhenyari Princess Andromeda Rostampur, when the Novellen monarch sought insight into the political intrigues of that distant land. 12th of the Amber Cold, 110 SA As an intelligence officer in the court of Ba'as, I am tasked with documenting the complex political landscape that exists within the principality. Ba'as is a great power in the eastern continent of Rhen, with a rich cultural heritage of the Rhenyari. At its helm is Prince Balthazar, a legendary general and warrior of Basrid and Pertinaxi ancestry, who ruled for forty years before being forced into exile for three decades. He has since returned to his throne, wearing an enchanted set of armor that keeps him alive, and continues to campaign against the Rudran Empire. However, as a result of years of magical enhancements, Prince Balthazar is more armor than man, having lost much of his senses, and much of his soul. There are several factions vying for power in the court of Ba'as, each with their own ambitions and desires. The Rostampurs, descendants of Balthazar's eldest son, Rostam, are historically proud and powerful, but have been greatly diminished by war. They are led by Daria Rostampur, a young captain in Balthazar's army, and her two young daughters and young son, who serve as her heirs. The Lyraides, descendants of Balthazar's daughter Lyra, are known for exploring new islands and powering naval expeditions. However, in a bid for survival, the faction has bound itself to the Rostampurs, with Daria's husband Vasili serving as its leader. The Caspaides, descendants of Balthazar's son Caspian, are led by Lysander, a sixty year-old high priest who intends to push his daughter to the throne. The Parsipurs, descendants of Parsi Basrid, control the society of Barraman, responsible for all siegeworks and alchemical innovations in Ba'as. They are led by the geriatric, crabby, and altogether vindictive Iris Parsipur, a 90-year-old granddaughter of Balthazar. Finally, the Mahsadokhts, descendants of Mahsa Basrid, have staggering influence in court, with their leader, the fifty year old groomed and cunning Iskander Mahsadokt, an ice sorcerer, regarded as the master of the palace. He uses his ice sorcery to track and monitor court intrigue, glamoring mirrors and doors with wards and enchanted ice. The first vizier, Nicomedes Cirillo, is tasked with juggling the wills of these factions for stability, while his deputy vizier, Theophilius Saffar, seeks aid from outside realms, large and small. They are faced with balancing the court intrigue of these many factions while also ensuring Balthazar’s wars do not destroy the state. The inevitable crisis that will emerge once Balthazar succumbs to age and death looms large over the court of Ba'as, and it will be interesting to observe how these factions maneuver for power in the coming days. Sincerely, Sarson la Granpaloma ‘The Great Pigeon’, Principal Secretary of Balian

Aiyeis would peer at the missive in confusion, wondering how the beheaded man was sending them out before returning to the artwork she made of his demise. Foot tapping idly upon the floor as her charcoal sketched out the decapitation of Braxus Ni'Leya.

On this Saint’s Day, an incident was brought to the attention of the Knights of the Petrine Laurel by Lady Adelheid Halcourt. She stated that she had stumbled across a deceased individual when going on her usual route. In response, myself and Princess Rowena embarked into the mines to investigate. We found bloody footprints fleeing the scene. Deep in a cavern, laid a man of white hair with multiple stab wounds. The identity of the deceased remained obscured, rendering discernment of any distinguishing features unattainable. Should anyone have information, I humbly request a letter be sent my way. Signed, Dame Monika Aleksiya von Augusten ‘The Devoted’ Knight of the Petrine Laurel

Captain Tiber gathers around a map of the Heartlands with his fellow officers and Marshal, moving pawns across the board dramatically.

IGN: Truppler DISCORD: truppler SKIN: playful pink AMOUNT: 350 Minas

Far to the north in a small camp Otto II sees that his fearless leader has sent for aid, he turns to the rest of his company "help is on the way boys, soon enough we shall deal with this problem once and for all"

Fleur Halcourt clutched the invitation tightly in her hand, bringing it close to her chest "Magnificent! I must find a gift for my dearest friends" she smiled brightly, grabbing her coin purse.

nice video, wonder what kind of video its based off of...

A human by the name of YANDEL reads the missive, and pushes up his glasses. He sends a letter to the Golden Moon Devil. Mr. Golden Moon Devil, Do, please, tell me! How can you be a SILENT voice if I get a missive from you that is NOT silent because it has a lot of SPEECH? I eagerly await your reply - just MORE PROOF that you are, in fact, not SILENT! - Yandel

+1 give the people pretty fire