HearsayofHansetiRuska 521 Popular Post Share Posted January 20, 2022 (edited) “A REVISITATION - ROZIK I VE KORTZ” And so it continues. The Hearsay of Hanseti-Ruska Edition IX Jula ag Piov, 409 ES It seems an acknowledgement is owed, dearest readers, for without you then our words would fall upon deaf ears. One must give thanks to my birdies who whisper the depravities of our most beloved court and, of course, to our most decadent generation for their continued indecencies. My, I have so much more to write! THE BROTHERLY BETRAYALS ~ The Kortreviches parrot the phrase “With Duty Comes Honour”, yet are so oft seen squabbling amongst themselves. The sore and bitter Kortreviches, feuding brothers, a house in ruin. That once-great family, clutching on to spluttering embers where once they burned brightly, choking on their rising smoke. Lord Vladrik, the reclusive Count of Jerovitz by birth alone, has been so absent from his duties that his brother, Nikolai Kortrevich, believes himself to be more than capable to take the mantle. His arrogant proclamation for a duel might have shocked many -- but not I. I, dear reader, have observed the fissures and cracks in the Kortrevich’s relations widen for some time now. Vladrik has not issued a public response, but it would be unwise to assume no statement is good news. From the Pontiff, however, cries the peelings of annulment, as the Count’s marriage falls to pieces. Tch, tch. In the end it is the tale of a man stifled by laziness, unversed in the duties of being Patriarch and woefully unprepared; that shall be his rather underwhelming legacy. However, it was the prior Countess, Margot Baruch, who was caught in fond, fond embrace… with none other than the infamous lecher Johann Ludovar; the widower turned bachelor! Now, I shall not insult our readers’ intelligence in assuming they are not aware of the Ludovar’s transgressions, regarding his brother’s betrothed, Lady Vasilia. Fortunately for the Lady Baruch, he has shattered Lady Vasilia’s heart with a public breakup! Ah! So the plot thickens. Spotted mere hours before her annulment was publicly published with the man, Lady Baruch evidently mourns those years she threw away to the Kortrevich, and is intent on kicking back more flirtatious than ever to seduce her next husband. But here! Nikolai is not without scandal himself, befitting the self-serving profile the man tries to obscure through honeyed words and insults dashed against his elder brother. With his upcoming marriage to the little-known Helvets, perhaps it shines hope that he will prove to truly be the better brother -- why! In the end, it should not prove an arduous challenge. A ROYAL BLUNDER ~ Misfortune has a knack of biting at your heels, dear Prince Andrik, and subsequently finds itself into the ears of my birdies; for you have managed the most scandalous tale of our generation so far. Pining for a married woman, are you? Poor form, I say! This writer would beg for a statement, though your dissolved marriage speaks for itself. For what else is a woman to do, when she had constrained herself to the confines of her room -- changing the locks, and making her aversion to the Prince’s company abundantly clear? This dissolution comes with little shock at all, as the fresh stench of rising guilt permeated in his every step. Or was that when Lady Nikoleta burned her former husband’s possessions? The tale simply writes itself! Alas, I wish not to dally and dance about the truth. No, no. This author has been informed since the last I have taken up a quill, and I have sworn to provide my insight; my evidence to you. A heart-grabbing letter found itself to my birdies, matching the hand of our Andrik with precision. I provide the contents of this proclamation of extramarital love for all to read, so that you too might understand just how smitten our Prince had become with his Savoyard temptress: “I try to sneak out of Haense to visit you as often as I can, but sometimes it isn't possible, my dear. Nikoleta has been informed of our meetups […] but I cannot control the emotions I have for you -- the ones I’ve felt since we first met. Visit me soon so we may speak of ‘diplomacy’. With Dearest Love, Andrik Nikolas” Despite this most damning of evidence and her own claims of seeing the two in tender embrace, the former Princess Nikoleta has seen fit to simply deny any adultery ever happened! Why? Who knows. Certainly not this author, though one can only assume when no explanation is given. All this writer knows is that I tire of this nonsensical scandal. It is clear to see why Prince Andrik would as well grow weary of his meddling wife, abandoning all tact in favour of a more direct approach to solving the matter, hence the grounds of their dissolution: endangerment. Whatever truly transpired we cannot know. Regardless, this little blunder of Prince Andrik is quite the stain on our most noble House of Barbanov, and one which Prince Andrik seems content to leave to his brother to mop up. SEARCHING FOR A STRUMPET ~ Are you a woman of renown? Of grace and humility? Or perhaps GOD has blessed you not with wit or a mind of your own, but with a most pleasing face and a waist which needs no cinching! A strapping new man is on the market, and one of ducal stock at that. The brother of Duke Rhys var Ruthern, Boris var Ruthern, is seeking the hand of a lady in marriage. He may not be a conversationalist, as His Grace pointed out, though with such striking choices in facial hair, one can only assume him to be similarly bold in other matters. A fine catch! CATASTROPHES IN CHILDCARE ~ It would seem that the art of parenting is as good as dead in the Motherland! One should all but expect the children of the peasantry to reflect the boorish and utterly unrefined nature of their parentage, but those of the peerage have long been of a more graceful, refined breed. Of course, their privilege of endless coffers and their fleets of hapless governesses and tutors are to thank for this, but it seems even their children have fallen prey to the hysteria of the age. Foolish play and violent antics reign supreme amongst the youth, who engage in mock wars and stab each other in the streets. And this writer has yet to see a single parent lift a finger to put an end to it. One must only look as far as the dearest Princess Klara Elizaveta, the once innocent and radiant firstborn of our Royal Couple, to see how inept the parents of our lands have become. What strange times are these when the daughters of Kings shall surely struggle to find any willing suitors? What man would pledge his son to a girl so deranged and spoiled that she freely and remorselessly mutilates her fellow children, as she did to the poor little Baron Barclay? Another example may be seen in the Lady Aloisa Barclay, who, at the age of barely nine years, boasts of her promiscuity and kisses every boy she can lay her filthy mitts on! It should be noted that one name on her ever growing lists of conquests is the young Prince Sergei Aleksandr! This writer wonders what in GOD’s name our esteemed peerage is teaching their children for them to act in such brattish ways! Despite the shortcomings of their harlot-to-be, the Duke and Duchess of Reinmar seem to have some sense in their fat “Princely,” heads. After their son was maimed by the Princess, the Ducal couple descended on our Queen and gave her a right thrashing! With no King to defend her, she quickly caved to their demands and ushered them to Her Majesty’s private office, where this writer has heard a most interesting deal took place. The two troubled girls, Princess Klara and Lady Aloisa, are to be shipped off to Savoy so that they may be reeducated by a Cardinal. Is this a rare case of parental competence? Or perhaps the two matriarchs seek only to salvage the public appearances of their daughters? A bad omen for their houses, indeed. A court I so admired in my youth has fallen so far, I now see it for how it is. Our esteemed peerage that we hold so highly are naught more than the brutish savages they hold in such contempt, and their ladies alike lack any semblance of dignity or morality. The whispers of my birdies certainly reveal at least that much. This author awaits one of virtue to reveal herself. Perhaps we might find her at the coming Snowflake ball. There is no doubt that that shall be a series of calamities, and my pen will be scribbling throughout. Pen hovers above parchment once more, spilling secrets in blood ink, splattering sins in dark splotches. As always, send me a bird. [OOC: Discord HearsayOfHaense#1132] Edited January 20, 2022 by HearsayofHansetiRuska 33 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
zuziee 3219 Share Posted January 20, 2022 Nikoleta shook her head “Ea do just deny it, he’s a *****, but it was niet with Vasileia.” 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
shay 2200 Share Posted January 20, 2022 "well, they're niet wrong about Klara", the Princess's aunt, the Prettiest Princess Anastasya, remarked to her husband, Eirik Baruch, after reciting the entirety of the article to the Duke. @Gusano 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fionn__TWG 2616 Share Posted January 20, 2022 Konstanz Barclay looked down to the stub where his finger should be, bending it as much as he could, that is to say, not at all. He actually seemed to quite like it. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
garentoft 8353 Share Posted January 20, 2022 6 minutes ago, shay said: "well, they're niet wrong about Klara", the Princess's aunt, the Prettiest Princess Anastasya, remarked to her husband, Eirik Baruch, after reciting the entirety of the article to the Duke. @Gusano Eirik looked up briefly from his antique copy of the ninth edition of the Golden Crow Chronicles, nodding once to his wife, "Jus' wait fer them t' find ou' ah had me younges' sister lobotomised." He jested. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
1_Language_1 1671 Share Posted January 20, 2022 Grigoryi frowns at the sound of his cousin having her heart broken. Curious, he was actually sad for some one. "It's okay, I knew she could do better anyway..." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
livrose 1594 Share Posted January 20, 2022 Koenas Emma, somewhere between mixing her latest prawn and apple sauce batch, and spreading the mixture into perfectly cut sandwiches, paused to read the latest gossip coverage of the Kingdom- as a servant brought the Hearsay pamphlet into the Nikirala's kitchen. Wiping her hands down her "I <3 Haense" apron, the Koenas frowned, catching sight of one of the articles regarding her daughter. "This... this Hearsay knows nothing about Klara!" She spluttered, but the servant, alas, didn't react. "She is- she really is a dobry girl..." 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ScoutTheWitch 357 Share Posted January 20, 2022 Emelya Eloise Kortrevich is glad she wasn't included in the section about her siblings... 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
MotherLay 815 Share Posted January 20, 2022 Aloisa Barclay smiles as she reads the missive from her cozy boarding room in Savoy, seemingly thrilled to be some-sort of center of attention, even in her absence. Though, she scowls at Klara's section beforehand, muttering a few curses as she rips everything but her own article up. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
JuliusAakerlund 1778 Share Posted January 20, 2022 18 minutes ago, Fionn__TWG said: Konstanz Barclay looked down to the stub where his finger should be, bending it as much as he could, that is to say, not at all. He actually seemed to quite like it. "Fish, spread, bread." said one Adrian Colborn in the background. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
RaijenStars 967 Share Posted January 20, 2022 Upon reading the new hearsey, the High Justiciar, Johann Ludovar, rushed over to his office. He went to the locked box, inside the locked evidence room, all locks still intact. He took out from the box the mentioned letter of prince Andrik and began to compare versions. The hearsey used the exact wording in the letter. He knows of only four people who read the letter itself, yet, for over a year no one but him had access to it. Johann imidiately took out a pen and a paper, sending a letter to lady Nikoleta. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
crazedpudding 2119 Share Posted January 20, 2022 From somewhere within the lands of Savoy, Klara Elizaveta frowns as she reads the article, opting to put it down and speak to her mysterious skunk plushie @1_Language_1 that almost seemed to move whenever prying eyes weren't staring directly at it. "This person, whoever they are, did niet get their facts very straight, but Ea suppose that's niet the point." The princess shrugged lightly. "Like the Cardinal said, Ea should niet mind those who call me names and mock me. Ea should pray for them, instead." 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wretched Aidan 455 Share Posted January 20, 2022 Milo Kutznetsov, let's out a long confused sigh as he reads through the hearsey. Milo quietly mutters to himself in annoyance, "Who told them the contents of the letter?" 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dinochad 453 Share Posted January 20, 2022 "This am so cruel.." Lady Vasilia Reza Kortrevich read over the gossip panel, her eyes growing small as it brought up her personal heart break. She felt tears bite into her eyes as she threw the pamphlet across her room- sniffling into her hands. She whimpered helplessly before the many servants that she'd help clean ushered in to comfort their lady. "Everyone knows etz just made up gossip Mea Lady..." One chirped into her ear, gently swiping the tears from the young lady's face. Vasilia recoiled and turned, laying on her bed with sniffles and croaks as she felt embarrassed and ashamed. "Ea know but ea do niet need everyone knowing that yam niet dobry enough for Lord Ludovar. Yam such an idiot!" 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt_Chief26 1205 Share Posted January 20, 2022 (edited) 1 hour ago, Fionn__TWG said: Konstanz Barclay looked down to the stub where his finger should be, bending it as much as he could, that is to say, not at all. He actually seemed to quite like it. Ser Reinhardt Barclay notices his great nephew, the young baron staring at his maimed hand, he frowns, understanding the feeling of being maimed in battle, he sighed only to speak up to the boy “chin up, Konstanz @Fionn__TWG du are ein Barclay, du come from ein long line of strong Reinmarens who know how to soak up ein hit or two. Come on, Ich will get du ein real sword for dein name day, how about that?” he said, trying to cheer him up. He turned to look at the Former Lord Palatine, offering him a nod of respect 40 minutes ago, JuliusAakerlund said: "Fish, spread, bread." said one Adrian Colborn in the background Edited January 20, 2022 by Capt_Chief26 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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