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The Hearsay of Hanseti-Ruska

Edition VI

Wzuvar ag Byvca, 371 ES

 


 

In the good spirit of this upcoming election, the Hearsay deems that another edition should come out sooner, rather than later. Especially considering this news: Another through letters, and an attentive frame of mind, has been selected to remedy this trio back to greatness. Planted deep within the courts of Hanseti-Ruska, our previously lacking source of Hearsay, has been replenished; rejoice! It is all of our best wishes that this member leaves a mark equally as lasting as the late Isabel herself.

 

All Eyes on Vyronov

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My hands stained the last edition unrightfully so, proclaiming Annika Vyronov to be of the traditional variant -- when in fact, the only traditional part about her is the Haeseni woman niche of being promiscuous. Just like two dogs subject to heat, His Majesty and the Vyronov were sucking the faces off of each other. Their shame holds naught, as they quite literally locked lips before the paled sun, atop an Astfield balcony. I swear that those servants of the palace must be dropping potions of love to the drinks of women; afterall, it is that aging lump of decayed lust, Rosalind Amador running the place. And if not for Lady Vyronov locking lips, it is instead Lord Vyronov smacking lips to the knee of His Majesty. Declaring loyalty, aye, but also declaring that his backbone is crooked, like a failing scaffold. I do fear for Lord Vyronov however. Have you seen his own sister parading the streets with that regal necklace, donning the crest of Heinrik himself? Imagine a house where it takes a leash to tame your very own sister? Stefan denied the King, so he leashed her himself. What a bundle of amused mess.

 

From Manhood to Boyhood

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A beloved Maer to most, but to the Dame Viktoriya of Oren, a childish squeeze, is what Franz Barbanov is. We all know that Ser Franz has a peculiar draw to the city of Providence, but typically his route is headed for the palace! So it bewildered me when I spied the Prince and Maer stride off into the Bastille with Dame Viktoriya for many hours. She’s half as pretty as his typical sort, and twice as tall. Whatever marbles Ser Franz is holding onto are cracking at the core. Later emerging at a ball at the Augustine, Dame Viktoriya was also seen cradling the man, arm betwixt cumbersome, and mammoth arm. And they say chivalry is dead! Nothing was quite out of the ordinary, save the occasional squirm of Franz, at least until they took to the ballroom floor -- alike dancing with a burly bear it was. Then in one final gambit to sap the entire masculinity from the frailing body of the knight, the goliath swooped, and then planted an audible kiss upon the forehead of him! My, what would Wilhe- rather, the redhead of the Imps say? He ought to claim back his manhood and honour. Ser Franz ‘the Boy’ Barbanov.

 

Rampant Ruthern

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The Lord Palatine is certainly feeding his kin something other than oatmeal in the morning. There is Marjorie, who seems to be eating all too much, locked away in a fleeting, summery romance -- but even that came to shambles. Marjorie was to be dating an unknown, black haired, blue eyed boy by the name of Karl. Yet his descent is unknown to most, and some often say, he can be seen stalking the streets of Providence. Call it a youthful joy gone sour. Karl, or whoever he claims himself to be, had enjoyed the poor companionship of Marjorie, but it was all just to lead her on. Marjorie, the insecure lump, thought she would wed the boy eventually, and all Karl wanted was mere ‘fun’. Leaving the lumpard heartbroken, blast the soul of Karl!

 

Then there’s the previously blubbering boy Ailred, who in his youth, spat more than spoke, a result of that wobbling lip -- but even he has managed to shine above the vast, Ruthern litter. Taking on arms in the HRA, and purchasing the ring finger of one Fenika Licthe; who is only slighted related to him, by the way. Speaking of all-to-close affections, has anybody else noted that the litter of Ser Alric, Aleksandr Ruthern has his eyes set upon his own cousin, Tatiana? Pry the two apart before a child bearing six fingers, alike the Vanir Viscount comes to show!

 

And one Harren Ruthern, albeit he is the impressive envoy to Oren, he too, speaks like one of those old, rogue Dwarven pieces of machinery. His ring finger has been allotted to that de Astrea, and bless her soul, for it will surely be damned once she follows the same whorish fate as her mother; Rosalind. It runs in the blood, I tell you. 

 

Trouble for Jensen

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Here marks the return of the love between the two lady lovers of Karosgrad, or lack thereof, being Her Highness, Katerina Cecilya and Camilla Ruthern. Ever since the death of Mariya, Katerina is far less concerned with Camilla, but instead herself -- taking to amassing waves of pity for herself, and nothing else. Leaving Camilla to her own wits, and self. We might all be rooting for the successor Lauritz Jensen Jr, but the Jr only stands for how juvenile he might be, as he is being played like a game by the Ruthern. Since the wailing Princess’ departure, Camilla has taken to acquating herself with more than just one man, but three. There’s the loyalist soldier, Colborn, who is often seen with her in the eyes of the public -- and when night strikes, in the corners of gardens. And those.. new knights in Haense? The ones accompanying the recently bestowed Ser Antonius. One of their kin, was seen to be speaking in a low whisper with her for many hours, until they eventually retired the night -- to a bought chamber, elsewhere. Please Lauritz, do not subject yourself to the likes of duplicit women. God.

 

Do speak with her! Let’s call it; a query, from the *****, (allegedly.) In fairness, Lauritz was found with his four eyes lingering elsewhere -- the knights, it seemed.

 

 


 

[!] A new section seems to have joined the very bottom of the edition, with the depiction of a lowborn man presenting himself before the duma attached.

 

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The 371 Election: Who’s Hot and Who’s Not?

 

Grand Maer:

 

Franz Barbanov - As expected, the incumbent Maer Barbanov, who is currently serving his fourth term in the Duma, is running for a fifth. Despite what seems to be made of his failing mental state, where most of his Duma sessions are spent rambling incoherently. Nevertheless, he has still been one of the most productive people to ever sit in the Duma, and one can only hope that another kiss to the forehead may improve his mental health.

 

It is, however, still disappointing, that there are none in the Kingdom with the balls, or wit, to challenge Maer Barbanov for his seat, and one is only left to wonder if anyone will take the mantle?

 

Royal Alderman:

 

Fenika Barbanov - The Princess Fenika, the eldest child of the Grand Maer, is by all probable means the best candidate in this election. Her father has, after all, been the Grand Maer since before she was born, certainly she must have picked up a thing or two from him? Even then, if she does get elected for Duma, will she be able to step out of her father’s footsteps and prove herself, or will she linger there to the disappointment of the entire Kingdom?

 

Tatiana Ruthern - The young Tatiana is a prodigy of law within the Kingdom, and many think that she may be the next High Justiciar, and even if no one thought it, we’re certain her father, the Lord Palatine would make it happen. Yet, the girl has her ambitions set on a seat in the Royal Duma, and pledges to uphold the Law and Order of the Kingdom, but really, what does an indecisive girl barely the age of sixteen, who has to advertise herself in public missives for the attention of the local boys, know about Law and Order? Despite this, she’s certainly not the worst candidate on the ballot, by far!

 

Andrik Baruch - Our current Aulic Envoy is certainly one of the better in the bunch, and has previously represented the House of Baruch on multiple occasions in the absence of the lunatic Matyas. One must beg the question, though, is the Aulic Envoy bored of his position? Or does he simply desire to put even more work on his plate? Certainly, one can only have so much time left when managing that intricate web of treaties the Kingdom has made under his tenure. Nonetheless, Lord Baruch is a competent man, and has proven so before.

 

August Vyronov - August Vyronov? The name was foreign to the Hearsay until we glossed over the nominations for the elections. Legend has it that he is a cousin of Stefan Vyronov, and well, while there is nothing to criticize this candidate on, we can only express our sincerest hopes that August is much more of a man than the pitiful Baron Vyronov.

 

Aleksandr Ruthern - Aleksandr Ruthern (who I would have referred to as Lord Ruthern, had there not been over a dozen of the sort) was part of the defense in the case of Baruch, et al. z. Surgeon-General, which was notoriously lost by Aleksandr and his uncle, the Lord Palatine. Though, it seems that the boy is such a sore loser that he has 

pledged to run for Duma to amend exactly the laws that caused them to lose the trial, curious, isn’t it?

 

Adalia de Astrea - The youngest (and only living) daughter of Rosalind Amador, need more be said? Despite her parentage, her campaign is a fine one, and maybe she, unlikely any of her relatives, shall prove to be a well-mannered and competent woman in something that isn’t merely stirring the pot of meaningless arrogance in our courts. She is also the youngest candidate running this election, which could leave the hopeful anticipating what the future beholds for the young de Astrea.

 

Aldrik Baruch - Better known as Better Bird Baruch, allegedly the greatest (and only) lawyer in our country, with a case win-to-lose ratio similar to rolling a dice. He currently serves as the regent of his grandson, Viscount Isaak Amador, which leaves one to wonder why the man wishes to have his hands around two Duma seats, was the free one for serving as the Amador regent not enough for Lord Baruch?

 

Juliyus Kortrevich - Certainly what one could describe as an elder statesman, the seventy-three year old Juliyus Kortrevich desires another term in the Royal Duma. His ability to be elected has always been a surprise, considering the man’s opinions belong in the 15th century, who can forget wonderful lines such as “If I find some soldier snooping around my home because they thought something was amiss, I might slay them.” and “Sometimes you just need to slap a *****.”, both spoken with pride by Lord Kortrevich at the most recent sitting of the Royal Duma!

 

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Stefan B. Vyronov tosses the edition into the fire and yawns "Jeez, they can't go an edition without writing some slander about me and my kin. It really is rather pathetic."

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In a dramatic fury, Annika would pull out her suitcases and begin tossing in her belongings. The red haired lady would be muttering curses under her breath as she quickly packed. "Leashed!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. Dresses would fly across the room, jewelry boxes slammed shut. Anyone within the Barony of Astfield would surely hear the ruckus coming from the room.

 

Sitting at her vanity table and taking in a few calming breaths, Annika would let out a groan at the state of her room. Dusting off her hands, she would ring for a servant. "Clean this up please." She said, then leaving her room after her tantrum had finished. She would not be running away from her problems just yet. 

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Ser Alric muses on the Dame Viktoriya plot, recalling those few minutes he had once spent in her office; crumpling up his nose.

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Juliya Ipera lets out a sigh of relief as she is not mentioned for once.

 

Marjorie vas Ruthern reads over the pages multiple times, teary-eyed as he business had been spewed all over Karosgrad. Looking embarrassed to any passer-byers, she headed home, locking herself away in her bedroom in shame.

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Andrik Jan Baruch would read over the tabloid with a sigh. "Can't believe they'd speak so ill of my good friends Juliyus Kortrevich and the GRAND MAER!"

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Adalia nods enthusiastically, skimming the contents of the tabloid mid-rally, a smirk spreading over her already over-confident face "They forgot to call me beautiful, but it is very accurate, da!" she whispered to her NEW GENERATION running man, Fenika Lichte @livrose

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(Pretty) Princess Helen of Crestfall once more met her fat courier boy, Tobias, behind the palace stables.

 

"Do you have it?" she asked, with a thin tremble to her voice, a silent tremor upon her worried, beautiful lips.

 

"The last supply in Providence," he replied, his jowl fat bouncing with greed.

 

He left six Marks richer that day, and she left with her guiltiest pleasure - another copy of Hearsay of Hanseti-Ruska.

 

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Ser Antonius gazed upon the hearsay, the aforementioned knight bobbed his head whilst the tittle-tattle were to be beleagued by his companions in the crimson embrace.

"Vy are renowned, it appears." @Valaryon 

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Tatiana beamed upon seeing her name finally appear within the notorious hearsay, "Aleksandr look! they wrote about how close of friends we are!" she'd comment to her cousin.

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Franz hid himself within a crowd as he read over this edition of the Hearsay, especially as he counted his own name mentioned six times! With a weary sigh, he finds solace in the fact that he was, as the Hearsay stated, running unopposed!

 

"Dear Godan..." mumbled Harren to himself as he read over the edition, shaking his head some. "W-well... At least they spoke highly of Adalia!"

 

"I-I'm just fascinated by armour!" claimed Lauritz, sweating profusely at the claims about his sexuality!

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Adele Barclay frowned at the entry of Marjorie's love life. "Da girl ist just twelve! Ich swear to GODAN das this writer has nein beliefs. Attacking ein young girl for falling in love, Ficken pathetisch." Adele went to a fireplace to burn the writting, then heading off to collect several flowers to cheer up Marjorie.

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[!] A missive would find itself addressed to the Hearsay, in the form of a message carven upon the nearest surface through ebrietael means...

 

"Mayhaps thou shouldst investigate the graveyard and the crypt?

 

We have heard that wytchcraft is all the rage, in recent years..."

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Dame Viktoriya grimaced, reading over the pamphlet with a visible distaste. "How do they know my name, what in the world?" she hissed, hiding her face with a hand. That woman turned to glance at the hulking figure by her side, husked by black steel; only staring. "Let's solve problems as we always do, die Begleitung. Beat t'faechk out of whoever's te'worm that wrote this mess."

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35 minutes ago, Juli said:

Tatiana beamed upon seeing her name finally appear within the notorious hearsay, "Aleksandr look! they wrote about how close of friends we are!" she'd comment to her cousin.

 

Aleksandr began sweating profusely, nodding his head thricely to reassure his cousin. "Da! They really nailed it. Although I think papej is going to beat my ass again." @biggestdon

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