[PK] Per Stato é Gloria

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Luciana “The Harlot” Maria Napoliza

Per stato é gloria

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My beloved family and friends,

 

If you are reading this, it means that I have decided to end my journey on Arcas, and begin a new one to the seven skies, to at last find my freedom. My long journey, whom many of you loyally followed has come to an end. In my long lifetime, I have learned much about the world, and that life comes with many sacrifices. As I am still but a humble servant to my family and former subjects. My journey as a crow, my journey from a Vilac to a Napoliza and my journey from sovereign to citizen hopefully has left a mark on you all. As most know, I was born as a horridly spoiled lady, whom always fought for what she wanted. In this letter,  I shall tell you, my dearest family and friends my story, one with many secrets and of course my will. 

 

As most know, I was born as a horridly spoiled lady by my mother, the former princess of Vilachia. Though I certainly did not learn many life lessons from it, I did learn to always fight for what I want which I continued to do until my last breath. Even going as far as stabbing myself in the tavern of Helena at only seventeen years old to accuse a former enemy of mine so that she would be imprisoned. At eighteen years old, I married my late husband the Count of Pestilles. The count of a religious county, who fought with the alliance of independent states against the Holy Orenian Empire in the Ruberni war. Back then, I was loyal to the Holy Orenian Empire and promptly left my son and husband to return to the glorious metropolis of Helena. 

 

Once returned, I fought for my families glory and petitioned to the holy orenian emperor, peter the third for a colony in the Korvassa in 1761. Albeit my efforts, most of you know that this was not received well, and I was forced to leave the name of Vilac, as well as my mothers maidens name Varoche. The two once mighty houses where stripped of their nobility, and we had to pay fifty thousand mina’s to the lord treasurer as a fine.  

 

Not long after that, I was kidnapped by some Azdrazi, whom used me for a ritual to summon Azdromoth. Albeit being one of the very few to personally speak to Azdromoth, I was not kind and was punished by a sigil on my head of two dragons forming the shape of a crown, with in the middle a place for a gem. The sigil prevented me from ever speaking out of term again, and shaped me as the woman that I am today. Though I never figured out what the gem would do, it did change my entire life.

 

I left the empire alongside my family to the Korvassa, where I changed our name to the princely house of Napoliza, and I founded the principality of Vitenna near it’s coastal line. The sovereign state would go on to function as a home for illatians, as well as a home where it’s primary ideals were freedom, cohesion and pride. and even though destroyed by the inferi, it has been my life’s work. One that I am still very proud of. 

 

I have had the pleasure as sovereign of this state, to rule and govern over magnificent subjects. And we modernized Arcas through our ideals. One of my late friends is a great example of this, Jago Brownfolk. The bishop of Korvassa, and at that, a halfling whom changed the way me and my family think about religion and race. I also had the pleasure of being great and loyal friends to the sultanate of Al-Faiz and its inhabitants. Their culture, though very different of ours, should be something that the rest of human-kind should strive towards. This very Sultanate, that has granted my subjects a place to live within their grand city as Vitenna grew unlivable due to Inferi attacks.

 

Vitenna was the center of art, knowledge and freedom. During my reign, I have also made many mistakes. One of which was the support of a rebel group in Courland. Furthermore, I have also allowed for public intercourse within the palace of Vileux, and for my many love affairs to be public which gave me the reputation of Luciana the Harlot princess. 

 

At a certain point, my daughter Julienna Maria Napoliza whom I shall miss dearly, told me that we needed to move to the Sultanate, as the living conditions of Vitenna grew worse. Perhaps the thing I regret the most in life, is not fighting more for my great state and subjects. As we evacuated Vitenna, I moved my family back to Helena. Where I left a quiet live in the shadows, and where I taught my family the strong ideals that I hold, and that my former state held. As I write you all right now, my wish is for all my dynasts to pass on these ideals and care for our illatian kin. 

 

Now, to move on to my will and wishes, I wish to be buried in the fallen principality of Vitenna and for my stone to be made of illatian marble. 

 

-To my mother, I leave you all my jewelry.

 

-To my sister, Johanna Maria Napoliza. I regret marrying you off to the high prince of Vanmark, and I shall leave you my manor in Helena, so that you may escape your misery and find peace.

 

-To my grand-daughter Anabela Corina, I leave to you my titles which are recognized by the sultanate of Korvassa as well as full control over the family. Please give the house the proper status that it deserves.

 

-To his holiness, James II. I leave to you my request, to make Jago brownfolk, the bishop of Korvassa a saint. A saint who sacrificed his life to protect several other canonists. and who devoted his entire life to our great religion.

 

-To the former king of Norland, I leave my great sword and my regrets of never marrying him.

 

 -Sultan Al-Nabeel, I leave you my consent for your marriage with my previous daughter-in-law Sapphira. Something that I always have refused to give.

 

-And to my former subjects, I give you the promise of freedom once death becomes you. 

 

Now, as I always have during my reign. I shall close my letter by the words Per stato e gloria. and do not forget, through struggle I persevered, and at last, I found my freedom and success. 

 

-Per stato é gloria,

Luciana Maria Napoliza

[Eryane 3698]

A courier arrived at the County of Metterden, but one who was not of Raevir descent - let alone anything the Haeseni people Anabela Corina had grown accustomed to. Instead, they resembled someone familiar from her very early years of life that she could barely recall to her current memory, or at least the clothing that they donned was something she once knew. She brought the letter into the depths of the Helmholtz Keep and unfolded it, breaking the seal of the House of Napoliza. The Coat of Arms decorated at the top of the parchment was what she knew to see often when in hiding with her mother; but it was the name at the bottom –Luciana Maria Napoliza– when the memories flooded back.

 

After she enclosed the letter and left it in her chambers, she prepared to depart from the land now with the news of the titles she inherited. Perhaps one day she could bring greatness to her family; or at least make the great-grandmother who she had never been given the opportunity to know, proud.

[venclair 713]

An elfess sat quietly among the beaches of Elvenesse, overlooking the soft ripples of the sea. From afar would be the scorched desert — a barren land she had once called home. She glanced downwards at the letter, bare of whatever mirth Luciana had seen from before. Eveth tugged at her coils, emitting a low sigh whilst shutting her eyes. Therein, a small prayer was intoned.

[ibraheemc2000 2965]

"From Allah we come, and to him we shall return, may Allah grant her jannah, Ameen." Stated Saeed ibn Hamzah frowning upon the news

[MochiHermit 68]

Jago Brownfolk smiles from the Seven Skies, nodding gently towards Luciana Maria Napoliza

[kuerbis 3802]

A woman ridden in pain sat within the shadows of the eye of man, peering at the missive with a weary gaze. She flinched upon spotting her actual name, crumpling the message soon thereafter. Her head was shaking as she pulled the scratchy wool blanket closer around herself. She remained silent for a bit before finally uttering; "Rest well, sister."

 

 

 

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