HearsayofHansetiRuska 521 Popular Post Share Posted March 8, 2021 (edited) The Hearsay of Hanseti-Ruska Edition II Msitza and Dargund, 363 ES Dearest Madame de Potins, the hearsay of Providence is either as dry as the old lands of Korvassa, or your writings are few and thin because you are as much of a dolt, you claim your easy prey to be. I do hope some worthy contenders come to rise. Watching from the Closet ~ Lo and behold, for those who know it, the bone-idle knight known as Ser Fiske has landed himself in quite the conundrum. Many speculate, and or know first hand that his marriage with the princess Juliya Barbanov is closer to miscarriage than it is perfection. For years, I have pondered this myself, wondering what exactly has been rooted inbetwixt their relationship - watching an abandoned Juliya, sit at the center of Karosgrad in her lonesome. Then, our previously mentioned bachelor, Ser Aleksandr emerged from the gallant gates of the city and marched forth to the damsel. Shining as a knight should. I will not go into further detail about what happened between the pair, as they garner respect - however, Ser Fiske, does not. Ser Fiske was tasked with the duties of a lord in raising a family, yet the words on many a lip is that he can sooner be found in the arms of a priest than his own wife. This writer can only feel true sorrow for that of Princess Juliya who has married a monk rather than a man. Perhaps there might be a more dashing spectre that soon haunts the viscounty of Marna, unless the Princess Juliya prefers the company of cats and dogs in that pet-store she runs for her husband. Curse of the name ~ It is a common fact that the name Franz serves truly no purpose, save for the suffering of the afflicted individual. From the first day they leave the warmth of the womb, and the last day, in which they are bitterly put to death. They live an almost star-crossed life. With ups, but mainly downs. In saying that, the beloved Prince, Franz Barbanov and maer of the city, has seemingly lived a life of downs. One cannot deny the affection he held for his wife, but as the cursed bearer knows, such niceties always come to an end. Now, as his wife leaves him in absence, he opts to not drown his sorrows in drink - but in the company of women. First, came the ever so bountiful foreign import - Vespira d’Emyth, a duckling lost in the pond of her own marriage. But we shall speak more of her later.. Aside that, the duckling is always left to be last - or to die. But Franz Barbanov, winner of the people, is also the winner of venerable and Orenian hearts, one of those being Wilhelmina Beatrix. I say she only strays from the nest to sit beside him, in the royal box. That is known to most, however, I know as a fact that the to-be-Empress ventures into the Haeseni palace when the dark of night covers her duplicity. I do hope a good fate befalls the prince, though it seems unlikely.. In fact, he should count himself to be lucky, at least he is not the babbling princess of the previous edition. Fresh in - Infidelity is a virtue! ~ The former Grand Champion of Karosgrad, champions in many things, and alike his peer and cousin Franz Barbanov - women, they do share in common. While rumour is only speculated revolving the prince, many know the Ser to be an afamed womanizer. Who knows what kids seed from the fruitful Paramount? A stray, pitch haired ruffian is amidst your family? You ought to have words. Many know about his presence - or lack thereof - especially in his youth, when the teen caught the early carriage to Providence at each morn. From there, he suckled love from only women of the Imperial sort. A known one, is to be the Vespira d’Emyth, as she was previously named. It strikes me clueless, as to why she would ever marry such a man, especially with such an apparent lackluster character. I do not condone his cheating, but Vespira was hardly anything special. The ladies of the court whispered ongoingly during her short stays in the palace, but drawing blood from a stone is famously impossible. So nothing of import was gossiped, as there was simply nothing to report on the dullard. Alric suffered no such fate however, rolling freely from the lips of the courtiers and the likes of the women, whom he had previously seen. Perhaps a comment upon the division between the views upon the love life of men over women is apt here. The only reason we now know about her disappearance was due to the ever-present marriage between Ser Alric and another import. Delphine, can you keep him on a leash? As good as a sloppy pair of second hands can. We all know this reader does not tune into the hearsay for knowledge of common - but for insider information. Joanne of Selm, bastard to the General of Oren, bears a child from the Ruthern himself. Mariel Barrow dear, you might be too juvenile to read this now, but you have my deepest sorrows and wishes - with such awful parents, you need it. Valued at Half of a Breath ~ Truth be told, my reader, the pot of ink at my nearside dwindles, and the Amador lord will not justify a refilling of such. He is indeed betrothed to a peasant woman, scandalous, but what else do you expect from somebody without a soul or shred of personality? Oh, save of course from when he is antagonizing reckless Kovachevs to their untimely demise. As much as he lectures the women of his house, the brain beneath his mop of greasy and red hair falters. Failing to recognize that entire stagnancy, is not the fault of the oil that greases it, but the machine itself - the lord. Despite his glaring appearance, the youth holds no presence in court. And truth be told, I am not exactly opposed to it. Oh - and he confides in Elves. And, if it brings any ease to the mind of the nymphomaniac Rosalind Amador and her position as Grand Lady. She will be more of a man, than he ever will be. Low, do her shoulders plummet, as she carries the weight of Amador on her back. Now reader, I hear it all. My ears extend even through the most intimate of crimsoned walls, my observations are keen. And that is all I have to say in this edition, please do not suffer the same fate as sheep. You know your truths, and I know mine. For those wishing to contact me, I shall leave my letter address for all. Provide hearsay, or critique - but I will find out the entire truth. [OOC: Discord - HearsayOfHaense#1132] Edited March 8, 2021 by HearsayofHansetiRuska 37 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Juli 1340 Share Posted March 8, 2021 The Queen Mother sat in her chambers reading over the missive with an amused grin on her visage, "Now this is good.. but I wouldn't expect anything less from a house with lady Rosalind." 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6342 Share Posted March 8, 2021 Tarathiel Asul'onn finds herself sorely disappointed that her own name is not mentioned in the article. She scribes a golden star upon the missive. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maevlin 681 Share Posted March 8, 2021 Koenas Mariya sighs as she tosses another missive into her fire place. "You would think something else would enrapture the court, but at least I was left out of it." 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MotherLay 815 Share Posted March 8, 2021 (edited) Juliya Ipera reads over the missive as she spots her name within the first glance. Her features grow visibly repulsed and upset, slamming the page back onto the table. "It's everywhere I look," she comments with sorrow, her eyes slowly trailing back to the 'm' word that truly broke her every time. Edited March 8, 2021 by MotherLay 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Werew0lf 11729 Share Posted March 8, 2021 7 minutes ago, Maevlin said: Koenas Mariya sighs as she tosses another missive into her fire place. "You would think something else would enrapture the court, but at least I was left out of it." An armoured soldier sauntered past the streets of Haenseti-Ruska, gazing through the window to notice yet another parchment - commonly done by elves - be tossed into the flames. He murmured under his voice, "Stop wasting paper." The soldier continued on his way to his duties, arms swaying to his side. 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vic 483 Share Posted March 8, 2021 Revas Asul'onn chuckled upon hearing her mother's wish to be in the paper. She'd roll her eyes soon after and crumple up her edition of the Hearsay. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
garentoft 8352 Share Posted March 8, 2021 The same giddy and excitable courtier that had delivered him the first edition once more knocked upon the door to Franz's chambers. He ceased his writing of the second Princess Leralina book, and instead took to reading. His fist balled into a tight fist as the Prince fumed, "The audacity of these attention whores, to drag my name through the dirt like that? They have no right! I do everything in my power to maintain myself as a dignified representative of the people, and in turn they chose to portray me as some pig that sleeps in the mud with whatever sow I can find?" As his ramblings become more and more incoherent, his fist trembled with rage, before it was thrusted into the nearest mirror, shattering pieces of glass all across the floor and cutting into his hand. He drew in a deep breath, before looking to the courtier, "All lies, of course," the only remaining sound the idle drips of blood onto the floor. 16 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mio 3771 Share Posted March 8, 2021 "Papej! You made it onto this one!" called young Otto August as he contently read the paper from the room across of his now famed father, Franz "Even mamej made it on here too, and Vespira... and Wilhelmina... Papej who are all these people?" 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
GMRO 5219 Share Posted March 8, 2021 @Gusano Maric var Ruthern burst open the door of Ser Franz Barbanov's chambers, having overheard the man's undignified outburst. He glanced between Otto and Franz, raising an eyebrow. "Are you calling the Duchess of Helena a common sow!?" He dropped his mouth open aghast at such a report! 15 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
pkdon 1119 Share Posted March 8, 2021 2 minutes ago, GMRO said: @Gusano Maric var Ruthern burst open the door of Ser Franz Barbanov's chambers, having overheard the man's undignified outburst. He glanced between Otto and Franz, raising an eyebrow. "Are you calling the Duchess of Helena a common sow!?" He dropped his mouth open aghast at such a report! “Why are you bursting into Ser Franz’s quarters, that is rather impolite. Please knock next time!” A squire mused as he strolled by the aforementioned room 14 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xarkly 12489 Share Posted March 8, 2021 Konstantin Wick pokes his head out of Franz's wardrobe, wondering what all the noise was. 13 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sandman_Plays 186 Share Posted March 8, 2021 @Gusano [!] Jackson Porter would lean out from behind Franz's curtains looking in disgust. "That is quite disrespectful Ser Franz" Is all he offers before sliding back behind the curtains 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
AnonymousAlexa 3842 Share Posted March 8, 2021 Isabella Barclay eagerly reached for the second edition of the notorious gossip column. Her lips pursed together and she lifted a skeptical brow as she perused the text. "Certainly this can niet be true...can it?" She mused to herself, pausing for a moment in contemplation. Soon thereafter, she shook her head and crumpled up the pamphlet, tossing it away as she did with the first edition. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
garentoft 8352 Share Posted March 8, 2021 @GMRO @Xarkly @Sandman_Plays "What are you lot doing in my room?! Get out!" Barked Franz as he realised the sheer amount of people hiding within his chambers, assumedly they were all tabloid journalists. He shook his fist angrily, "Get out of my room!" 17 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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