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A UNION OF HAENSE AND NORLAND
 

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[!] A depiction of the bride preparing for the ceremony.
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Wedding of Rosalind Amador & Visant de Astrea.
St. Henrik’s Basilica, Karosgrad, 20th of December at 5PM EST.

The Denizens of Norland and Haense are Welcome to Attend!


 After the ceremony close friends and family are invited back to the Amador Estate on Koenastriet I for celebrations!





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It has been years since the respective estates have been inundated with such activity, it's usually quiet halls were bustling; a number of employees planning and preparing at a haste. Numerous flower bouquets and lavish, bejewelled décor transported out of sealogged crates having undergone their respective thalassic journey to Almaris making way to a ceremony upon which no expenses had been spared. The modest display had attracted a sizeable crowd from the surrounding abodes of Karosgrad – people upon their balconies or flocking to their streets to inspect the vast fuss. A single room of the Amador estate within Karosgrad however, told a different story. 

 

Almost silent aside from the emanating noise from beyond, its patterned walls filled solely with the presence of a pair of ladies. While both were well dressed, one definitely stood out. Vast waves and layers of pristine white flowing silks and taffetas forming an intricate gown upon her body; pleated hems of ivory, and a bodice tight-fitting and interwoven with sparkling gems – a sheer squared neckline draped with delicate, translucent textile. 


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The younger brother of the Lord of Elysium could only watch transcendent proceedings of an aurora in bloom with an intense bout of trepidation as he gazes to the horizons illuminated in brilliant and radiant  lights of strange green, purple and blue as he decides on his resolve. He feels the crevices in his hand, formed out of a single bracelet that has become a timeless accessory of the man, as for once, with the aid of a lubricating agent, he removes it and gazes through the inscription.

Sworn by words; Improvidus, Apto Quod Victum.

He could only let out a hastened sigh, gazing back to the glowing echoes of lanterns throughout the county of Elysium with a swirling happiness about his person as he nodded to himself and affirmed a conviction. It was a love to last a lifetime.

He dispatches the niggling thoughts on the back of his mind, letting the looming storm clouds over his person be replaced by emotions and cheer, as he decides it was the right decision and that was to be confident in his choice and his winded response through the convoluted mental tunnel, and out into the light as he thinks of it all, to be lady he had became so fond of, with an unimaginable delight. He decides that everything else be damned, from that day until the end of days, they would remain together in harmony.


 

[!] With couriers hired from both the Kingdoms of Haense-Ruska and Norland, invitations were dispatched for the wedding held on the next Saint’s Day. 

 

House of Amador

House of Barbanov

House of Baruch

House of Barclay

House of Kortrevich

House of Vanir

House of Ruthern

House of Alimar

House of Ludovar

House of Vyronov

 


Clan Edvardssons
Clan Freysson

Clan Camian
Clan Faretto
Clan Nria
Clan Astasel
Clan Orvar
House of Ambrose
Clan Grandaxe

 

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Lady Alli Ambrose squeaks excitedly, which was really quite uncharacteristic of her. “Ef ets a weddin’ dey want, ets a weddin’ dey’ll get!!” She would then hussle to go wake up the others and prepare some booze.

 

((Congratulations!!!))

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Kalgrym's utter disgust was heard from the depths of Elysium, the Drewi's grumbling echoing from his home as he took out his anger on the stone walls. . "T'e nae' git' an invitation sen' directly t'e me'self! Goin' 'ear about t'is, a' swears 'et! T'e 'ouse 'uv hedgehog shoul' beh' begged t'e attend!"

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