HearsayofHansetiRuska 549 Popular Post Share Posted March 19, 2021 (edited) The Hearsay of Hanseti-Ruska Edition IV Gronna ag Droba, 365 ES In light of that God awful ‘Quandary of Amador’ scribbling, the Hearsay must appease the minds of Hanseti-Ruska. That laughable scorn is only credible to one sentence of this writer, so we shall leave it there. I must announce, two inklings are to be left below, as to make amends for the characterless weeping of that publishing. This hearsay will always put their readers first, and not the personal opinions of its own inclination. The stenched priest does share in that department of service. But wrong, did the snout of the Crestfallen soldier unearth. The one who lays bare to the Hearsay, is blessed by a blossoming mind. Bearing cloak-and-dagger in the springtime of life. Matyas the Mad Manlover ~ Not many these days can say they have fought in a war, Matyas Baruch however seems to still be on the frontlines of a past one, the Scyfling war. Often, he can be seen boxing the air, or squawking as he relives through that terrible past - although, one might confuse his incoherent yawping as the sickly Baruch accent. With the death of his wife causing heartache, and the burden of a war, the latter seems to be playing on his mind more so than ever. And what does a person do when anxiety overbears them? They weather the storm, or find another way to quell their afflicted mind. Matyas Baruch, lacks that strength of character, and is now conquering the bedrooms of other - war burdened men - the ostentatious veteran enjoys wailing, as much as he does squealing in the bedroom. It does not surprise me actually, seeing as his wife was flawed in the way of having no flaws at all - save for lacking those compelling and loveable eccentricities an interesting marriage must have. The standings of Baruch otherwise, are admirable, if not remarkable. Seeing as the worthiness of the Duchy, at one point in the recent past, was sneered upon -- in dispute. Now the stately and senior men have displayed their mettle. With that said, the succession of the family has been deeply scrutinized by the Hearsay. We are without doubt, that the crazed head has distorted and perverted the minds of the first two in line. Thus, he pushed them aside for the fateful and last boy. Petyr Baruch and Otto Baruch, while boisterous and spirited in open are burying those same demented traits as their plagued father. Consult this edition in the future, I guarantee the pair have landed themselves in some form of scandal; that is if they are not already veiling some. Ruslan dear, stray not, from your family. But do allow the barks of your father to fall deaf on your ears, lest you will suffer the same fate as your brothers and the man himself. Your mind is bright, so sage some proper council; rid the disease, early and ahead of time. Taking the Edge Off ~ Seems the not so ladylike women of Hanseti-Ruska, have lost the only worthy facet about them -- that being their ability to remain bewitching and charming upon the unfortunate men of Karosgrad. Since this Author has published three editions of this trustworthy column, a certain, desperate for, drug-filled companionship has ariven onto the empty-headed scene that is the frolicsome inner circle of women. While the pockets of the chapman bloat, the insecurities of the noble women peak as the culmination of their underhand secrets come to light -- and so they turn to snuffing loathly white power, floating away from their dishonest reality. These women range anywhere from from the likes of Rosalind Amador, who can often be seen neglecting her own children as they go off to find parentage elsewhere. Then to the newly seated Baroness, Tarathiel Asul’onn, now otherwise known as Tara Elreden, who has become fodder to the unrelenting - but righteous people of Haense. Time will only tell when the real truth revolving the elevated Elf and Koeng will come to light.. Although, this writer hates keeping their zealot viewers dallying about, so the next edition might just assuage that thirst. Amador in Bloom ~ The claimant nobles of Hanseti-Ruska are ripe in their drama, but none can compare to that of House Amador; their house bastardised by peasant marriages and a bullying Koenas to add to the flavor. However, would it not be peculiar to see a flower bloom in one sack of stenching corpses? Surprise, surprise! I am happy to see that Lady Amalya has found one eager individual to court, but is that not a peculiar thing? She has found herself in the hands of one charming knight dubbed Ser Oliver. Oh, how I feel for his aching heart, for her beauty is but the highest in the Kingdom, even more so than the Koenas. Though, it surprises me. . . for does not the Lady Amalya spread her charms to the Koeng, meeting with him at night in secret? Was it not her that took hands with the Koeng and danced with our majesty before her Koenas? I wonder if the Koeng has affections for someone else, fret not however as anyone would pick a blooming flower over a colorless pallet. Of course, I am quite proud of Lady Amalya. She has found herself both a dazzling knight and a Koeng to play frolic.. And what does marriage do when one invites it? It breaches the chains of freedom, one shackling the beguiling Amalya away from her scoundrel patriarch, one unable to even find love. Her ribald image is saved, for it was previously lost in the cesspool of egregious, malicious nobles. In foresight of this, this Author pines that the Amador seeks a happy end with the Ser - but the imperiousness of the man glares too brightly, to keep my hopes heavenward. Either him, or Somebody Else ~ The audacious women who bear and send letters to this Author, are in fact, not as far-sighted as they claim themselves to be. Godan however, reigned the bright skies and cast his shaft of righteous light upon a particular escapade -- involving that of the Prince, Franz Barbanov, and Rosalind Amador. On the date of 365 ES, our wonderful Patriarch, Alfred Barclay held a most popular mass, bringing many closer to the arms of God himself. Despite it all, Rosalind Amador, is the furthest thing from a woman of our Lord. Taking to unpleasantries rather than the spreading of heartfelt love amongst her Haeseni peers. And in her vile sights, was the troubled and disconcerted Prince; an easy target of her foul tongue. See, my dearest viewers, I was there myself. So I know these letters to be spreading half-lies, which typically leads any viewing eyes to believe it as the full truth; a favoured tactic of manipulation. Do not lie to me. In any sense. Leaving your letters to be anonymous are the first tell signs. You are not smart, no matter how much you convince yourself to be. Take a hard long look at yourself in any mirror, you will soon realise your shortcomings. The Grand Lady accosted the Prince, but not about the man himself, but his own children and kin. Berating all that the man had brought up, digging her unkempt, addiction-ridden nails deep into the strings that connect his heart. How can you claim a child to be a *****, Rosalind? You are either simple- no, you are not. Some brightness does hold up inside you, somewhere. Therefore, this writer claims you to be entirely malicious and purposeful in your castigation. You expected the Prince to rise, especially in the crowd of many, preparing your rouge cheek for a battering. He did exactly that. And what for? To appease that hollowness in your chest. Yearning for any crumbs of attention. It was bound to happen eventually, so my heart warms, knowing it was the Prince - he will suffer less of a punishment, and rightfully so. Make merriment at this coming ball, but do not lose sight of this fact; my eyes are ever present, the likes of your own nearest and dearest, they are naught but turncoats. Edited March 19, 2021 by HearsayofHansetiRuska 30 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
___siren___ 459 Share Posted March 19, 2021 "This was... underwhelming" the Ruthern lets out a sigh 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
livrose 1594 Share Posted March 19, 2021 Rosalind puts on a brave face, muttering. "Lies and slander! Those who were there know the truth." The lady then paces out of her office...(probably to go to confession again.) 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Juli 1341 Share Posted March 19, 2021 The queen mother bursted into a fit of laughter as she saw her brothers name plastered across the newest edition of hearsay, "just be thankful they didn't bring up the goats, matyas" 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maevlin 686 Share Posted March 19, 2021 Koenas Mariya just sighs as she looks upon the latest slander. "If anyone else continues to insinuate my husband is being unfaithful to me, let's just say my pen is just as mighty as my blade." 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
shay 2394 Share Posted March 19, 2021 "Nie, nie, nie" Adalia shook her head quickly, the girl evidently unimpressed with the newest publishing "Maman is a woman of GODAN, everybody knows that! The writer has this all wrong." 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mady 3161 Share Posted March 19, 2021 Within the garden of the Amador manor, Analiesa de Astrea would remain hidden. Her saddened eyes would read the piece over and over again, specifically the sentence detailing the parental neglect the young girl faced. "They know nothing." She stated, tearing up the paper and tossing the remains into the nearby fire pit. The young girl would stand up, brush her dress off, and make her way back into the city. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheCapybara 1804 Share Posted March 19, 2021 "Bit-hes be stupid." Commented the youthful Alyssa Seregon while preparing cookies within her house, singing a peaceful hum while having a silly grin upon her face. The 'aheral then would place the pan inside of the roaring oven with her baking gloves- afterwards, the Seregon would toss the article into the flames, keeping up her villainous smile while doing so. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fionn__TWG 2623 Share Posted March 19, 2021 Fionn finally finished dragging his eyes across the bore of an edition "Quite an underwhelming edition if I say so myself." He'd throw the edition in his office bin as he continued procrastinating on DUMA bills. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
camocat9 1022 Share Posted March 19, 2021 Christopher Asul'onn tilted his head at the words about his grandmother, not fully understanding the connotation. He took the paper to his grandmother, speaking excitedly, "Look, Mar'haelun! Vy are mentioned here!" 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pureimp10 5197 Share Posted March 19, 2021 Aldrik Baruch starts organizing files related to Hearsay, anticipating a great trial! 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
bickando 3415 Share Posted March 19, 2021 Helen of Crestfall, that youthful Imperial scion, had spent the summering months in the gardens of the Augustine - for, as luck would have it, the ravages of war had demanded she be locked up in the palace with only her guardian Anna Henrietta for real company. Anna and, of course, her guiltiest pleasure - reading the latest editions of Hearsay of Hanseti-Ruska. Deep in the bowels of the palace, sly butlers handed off to her the latest edition, and behind closed doors she read it. "...I liked the last one better," she eventually said to herself, with a slight frown. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6354 Share Posted March 19, 2021 Tarathiel Elreden would blink as she read the latest article brought to her by her grandson, her head tilting as she lay in bed, blinking away mournful tears as confusion overtook sorrow. "... Does she mean to insist that the Koeng and I are...?" She mumbled to herself, frowning in depressive malaise. "And to imply that I'm some sort of drug-addled Sutican... Hrmph." A scoff, unheard by all except the hounds within her home, and her darling grandchild. Verily, indeed then, would she lift a cup of steaming hot tea to her lips, an idle sip taken from such. Immediately, her complexion brightened, her eyes cast aglow in candlelight and vibrant with the energy of a thousand lifetimes, her prior gloom forgotten 'twixt the workings of the magicks she bore. 'Twas not that she hid from reality; nae, such a proposition was slander of the foulest sort... but she had long since learned that the work must go on, regardless of her own emotions or misgivings. "Challenge my station all you wish; I shall prove my worth once more, as I always have... nae uvul'thrur ito Bortu illera." Spoiler @camocat9 @StrongBear @Vic 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Werew0lf 12906 Share Posted March 19, 2021 A parchment smacks the visor of the knight’s helm through his patrol, gauntleted hand scrunching it in his palm. He scrutinised its’ content, scoffed, and folded the paper up neatly once more - as someone who supported the environment - and continued his patrol. “That’s life, init?” 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
hemomancy 2916 Share Posted March 19, 2021 Mirabella Violet snickered to herself as she sat somewhere within Karosgrad. "Write about me, come on. See what you can get." She'd continue to quietly snicker, and perhaps, just perhaps, the young elfs words may very well be in earshot of the mystery writer. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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