The Sun Rises in the West

[Narthok 10416]

The Sun Rises in the West

 

Tell me not  I am unkind,

         That from the nunnery

Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind

         To war and arms I fly.

 

True, a new mistress now I chase,

         The first foe in the field;

And with a stronger faith embrace

         A sword, a horse, a shield.

 

Yet this inconstancy is such

         As you too shall adore;

I could not love thee, so much,

         Lov’d I not Honour more.

-Manfred von Arichsdorf 

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Manfred

The Lord of Arichsdorf sat before the dwindling fire of the Jagerhalle, the deafening silence broken only by the infrequent crackle of sap catching fire. It was still unbelievable. He and his people had spent years wandering the rough wilds, exiles from their homeland, a Kingdom in nothing but name, clutched desperately to the breast of usurpers and incompetents. The faith of his fathers was distorted and tortured beyond recognition by those who knew nothing of faith and less of virtue. 

 

The last embers of a venerable dynasty sputtering their last futile protest before disappearing into the dustbin of history with so many other forgotten realms. Foolish wars declared, naive banners raised, and corpses, so many corpses. His father has hammered the doom of the Rurikids into his skull with an iron fist and a silver tongue. The sagas of Seahelm, The tales of the Krag, the tragedy of Nordengrad, The triumphs of Godric at Morsgrad.

 

What legacy remained of this, last of the great Rurics. Ashes and failure. A city of ghosts ruling a collection of petty hill tribes clinging to the mountainsides. Of the Princes of the Hearth, he alone retained lands and levies of any noticeable quantity. 

 

He smiled to himself, the weary smile of a man to whom loss was a fireside companion. His father had perished of consumption; his strength robbed from him as he succumbed to his ruined lungs. A pathetic death. An ignoble death. Such injustice had been inflicted on his people. Who would offer succour to the infamous sons of the savage pagan kingdom? Countless doors slammed in their faces, years spent boiling grass and stretching emaciated rabbit amongst the dwindling band of his father. 

 

With the passing of his father he was left with the merest pittance of followers. So many had died, more yet had simply walked away from their oaths, unable to tolerate service to a Prince of poverty and ruin. 

 

His detractors knew nothing of hardship. Whether they be Imperial or Northern, Human or Non-human. He would never forget the sensation of gnawing hunger, the seductive whispers of the freezing cold. Just close your eyes, close your eyes and the pain would end. The suffering, the humiliating sneers of those with warm hearths and full bellies. 

 

He had grasped his fate by the throat and bashed its skull in with a rock. With his rough hands, roughened not by years of fencing lessons but years of trading manual labour for scraps, he tore his fortune from the earth. His lands earned with butchery at Southbridge.

 

A world aflame. A sky filled with the screams of the dead and dying sons of Oren. He had tied himself to an Empire, a flame, a corpse rotting before his very eyes. But it was home. When no others would grant him a home the Emperor had reached out a hand. It mattered not the motive. Be it desperation, be it mercy, be it charity. For the first time in his life his people did not hunger. For the first time in his life his people did not shiver against the winter draft.

 

The lonely lord winced as he remembered the battle. Again and again his sword fell. His voice hoarse and fading from hours of yelling and inhaling the fumes of the burning dwarven siege engines. By sheer insane luck was his life spared that bloody day. 

 

He remembered the demon priest of Haense, his flesh buckling and transforming before his very eyes. His superstitions confirmed as his men at arms barely managed to subdue the beast with the assistance of the ISA. What further evidence could be required that their enemies were inspired by demons; Those who sought to shatter the Empire, that bastion of human mercy and civilizat, were motivated by nothing more than pure undiluted evil. There was the Empire, there was the Emperor. And there was hell. 

 

He recalled Helton Helvets the hearthrob of Cathalon, the rumours of the capital claiming he took a different woman to his bed each night. Yet, whatever his procilivites, he had stood at Manfred’s shoulder when they had charged the Dwarven phalanx in the south fields. Together they had danced the dance of death, and together they had emerged, if not unscathed, then still breathing. The knights of Blackvale shattered the combined lines of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl  and the Legion of Urguan, their charge followed by the steady advance of the ISA. 

 

Manfred’s thoughts turned to Haverlock, he remembered clambering up the blood-soaked walls one rung at a time, his sword clutched in his hand. Above him the clamour of death and war. Behind him followed the poorly armed militia of Arichsdorf. They had come to pay their debt to the Emperor, and pay they did. As the sunset and the crows descended to their macabre feast half the Arichsdorf militia lay dead in the walls and streets of Haverlock. Their unseeing eyes would never again gaze upon the golden fields of Arichsdorf. 

 

With the terrors of war behind him the tired lord’s thoughts turned to the present. By some miracle, he had found a fiance. A woman of competence, lacking what seemed to be the instinctual revulsion exhibited by so many of the southern folk. How he had won her affections he could not fathom, but he had learned long ago not one to question good fortunes. 

 

Still, it seemed unreal. The larders of Arichsdorf grew fat, well stocked with the milk and honey that flowed so freely from the farms surrounding the prospering trading town. For the first time in his life he saw his own people bring children into the world. The fledgling city being blessed by the ever-multiplying laughter of younglings unworried by hunger or cold. 

This. This was worth dying for. Bringing his empty tankard to his lips he’d tip his head back and laugh at the absurdity. Fantasizing of plenty while he drank himself to a peaceful sleep. Truly he had become sentimental. He rose and departed into the night, the mantra of his father echoing in his ears.

 

“They will build a prison of satin and gold

And call it

Culture and art”

 

 

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Laurentina

Ever since her infantile years, Laurentina had been haunted by death. So much so that if the Helvets were to meet him in person, it would be more like a reunion with an old friend rather than meeting one's demise. The thought of death did not scare her anymore - not as it once has. She saw it as a dance, a dance with death. Everyone danced with death, Laurentina knew that. But perhaps there was no one that quite did it like her.

 

She was only twenty now. Twenty, but felt as though she had lived for a century. Seasons have gone by and they brought hardships and blessings with them. Oftentimes did the Helvets find herself wandering in the wilderness near Arichsdorf. The peace and quiet the countryside brings with it has since settled within Laurentina’s heart and soul. She knew, when she was at home, that the past was in the past, but once in a while, the lady liked to reminisce.

 

It was the 9th of Snows Maiden 1842 when the ducal pair of Cathalon would welcome their eight and last child into their household. Leopoldine, who was Laurentina’s mother, always seemed like a fabled figure of one of those fairy tales her older siblings would tell her when she was young. The Helvets liked to think Leopoldine was a good woman, but in truth, she would never know. Her mother was murdered when the lass was still in swaddling clothes. 

 

Time went by, but it does not always heal wounds. Daphne Priscilla was a girl of about eight years. She was the 7th child of the aforementioned couple and brought shining light wherever she went. The bond the two sisters shared was irreplaceable. There was no one else she could confide in or look up to as she could look up to Daphne. When the eight year old toppled over the balcony in their family estate and broke her neck, a part of Laurentina broke away as well. A part of innocence, of happiness. The helplessness that she felt back then as her brothers, father and older sisters swarmed poor Daphne would forever be ingrained in her memory.

As the glorious revolution had settled down and as the ruthless fight with the half men dragged on, Laurentina became active in the war effort. She was only thirteen when Southbridge happened, but never would she forget the dying screams of some of the lads she had played with as a child. Never would she forget the sight of a decapitated head or the stench of mud that had mixed with blood. Only by luck could she escape through the foggy dew that dark day.

 

Even as Laurentina came of age, was presented at court and made a name for herself by dazzling so much that she was named ruby of the season, something darker seemed to pull at her. She had succeeded in trying to impress. Who was she trying to impress, though? Who were those men that had shared dances with her? Sure, she found herself enjoying the mindless conversations they shared - but that was all they were. Mindless conversations, small talk, chit chat. None of them seemed to quite impress her, and so - the Ruby of Astercalia remained without a dance partner for the closing masquerade and thus opted to stay away. 

 

Not that she would have attended. Death, Laurentina's old friend decided to visit her once more. Henrietta, the oldest of the Duke's children, decided to travel to their family seat one afternoon. Some irrelevant squabble Laurentina could not quite recall ensued. Her memory of it was hazy at times, but she recalled clearly how Helton cradled a dying Henrietta carefully with tears running down his cheeks. She remembered the whispered apologies and pleas for Henrietta not to die. She remembered the stench of blood that mixed with mud.

 

The grief that had pulled at her now elderly father finally hit its peak when he died of a heart attack one night, mere weeks after Henrietta's passing. She found resent growing within her. Not for Henrietta and her father but rather for herself and her own inability to act when they needed her to act the most. It was then and there that Laurentina decided she would never stand by and watch again. She must become a woman of action.

 

Helton, her older brother, had finally taken on his birthright. He was young, but… sick. something within his mind was wrong. She saw the decline happen ever since Southbridge. Shellshock, perhaps. Laurentina would never know. Their once so good relationship started to decline rapidly. Both of them said things they did not mean and did things they wish they could take back.

And mere three years after her big brother had become the duke, he was captured by enemy forces and put up for trial for crimes he never committed. Guilty, that was the verdict. And the sentence was death.

To this day, Laurentina rued not being able to apologise to Helton. For not being able to help him as he needed to be helped. She had failed to uphold her vow then.

 

Cheval Hall, the place she had grown up in, was no longer her home. It did not feel like it. There was no more laughter from the children, her siblings. The scent of her father's tobacco had faded from his quarters and the once bright colours she saw as a child seemed to crack and fade. Laurentina could not cope with the gashing absence of her family. And so one day, she got up and left the place of privilege for some other place.

 

The countryside was beautiful and it was far enough away from her home and the capital to give Laurentina time to rearrange herself. To find that happiness she had lost so many years ago.

 

And she did, with him. A man many may consider difficult, below her standing, a foreigner. He had captured her heart with long late night conversations near the docks of the prospering farming town. She did not know why, but she knew she wished to continue living life here in Arichsdorf, where she found her friend Death to be absent. Of course, he would not be absent forever. Laurentina owed him a dance after all, but for now, she will enjoy the happiness and peace of living a simpler life, one that she was not born to do but loved regardless. She learned here that happiness does not just come to anyone. She must create it for herself and the ones she loves. 

 

 

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Public Invitation

 

To Whom it May concern

 

With the astonishing population growth and prosperity that has recently blessed Arichsdorf, we Grenzfolk of Arichsdorf are happy to extend a warm invitation to our upcoming festivities. All the people of the wide Empire of Man are invited to the union of Manfred von Arichsdorf and Lady Laurentina Helvets. The festivities will include free food, entertainment, tournaments, gift giving, and a proud showing of the famous Arichsdorf Harvest Market that should be of great interest to the various common folk of the Empire. 

 

We have worked very hard to turn our small fledgling hamlet into a settlement that would do the Empire and the Emperor proud. We would like to take this auspicious opportunity to share that with the wide world of the Empire. 

 

((Location: Arichsdorf Dome of Stars

Time: March 11th 5pm EST))

 

Warm Regards,

Manfred & Laurentina

 

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Personal Invitation to Emperor Philip III @Nectorist

 

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To the Emperor of Man

 

Your most loyal servants invite you to the township of Arichsdorf for the union of Lady Laurentina Helvets and Manfred von Arichsdorf. I recognize that this would be the first Imperial visit to the Grenz and hope you will honour my humble holdings with your presence. The festivities have been arranged to be of a sufficient magnitude as to be worthy of your attention.

 

Furthermore, seeing as the faith of my fathers is utterly lacking in priests, and the Haenser priests are barred from my lands, I would propose something novel. I hope I do not presume, but seeing as there are no suitable clergy available I ask that you use your divine office as Emperor of Mankind to officiate the union.

 

Loyal Forever,

M & L

 

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Personal Invitation to van Aerts and the Knights of Blackvale @Vermy

 

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To my dear Cousins

 

The war grows long and we have lost many great men and leaders to the terrible wages of war. While this war is far from over, I invite you and your host to enjoy the various tournaments and feasts that will be offered at the wedding.

 

Furthermore, with all of the great lords of the Empire being gathered in one place, I would like to discuss the future of the war.

 

Together in Blood and in War,

Manfred

 

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Personal Invitation to HIH Catherine, Duchess of Westfall and Sir Joseph de Sarkozy, Duke-Consort @AndrewTech @sashimichopped

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To Cat &  Joseph

 

My dear friends!
The day has finally come and I am to be wed to a man I truly admire. It would mean the world to me if the two of you found the time to attend the wedding and the following feast. I also would like to meet little Franz Arthur.

My best regards to you, my oldest and dearest friends.
Laury

 

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Personal Invitation to HL Annabelle Huntshill-Novellen @Azie

 

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Dear Annabelle, 

 

you would not believe it! I have finally managed to impress someone and thus, I would like to invite you to the wedding celebrations and feast. It would be wonderful if you were to attend.

With love,
Your friend Laury

 

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Personal Invitation to HL Analiese d’Azor @PrincessSnowie

 

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Dearest Analiese,
 

I would be delighted if you found time in your schedule to attend my wedding in Arichsdorf to Baron Manfred. There shall be a feast and entertainment after the ceremony. I am looking forward to hearing back from you!

Love,
Laurentina

 

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Personal Invitation to HIH Victoria and Lorena @Asutto @Azie

 

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To their Imperial Highnesses Victoria and Lorena of Furnestock

It is with delight that I may inform you of my upcoming nuptials. I would like to invite you to attend such, if you are able to find some space in your busy schedules. 

 

Regards,

Laurentina

 

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Personal Invitation to Miss Elspaith Baruch @incalescent_

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Dear Elspaith

I hope this letter reaches you in good health. I am sorry that we did not keep in contact after the Astercalia ended, but I would like to invite you to my upcoming nuptials regardless.

With love,
Laurentina

 

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Personal Invitation to HL Saturnina, HL Guinevere and HL Owyn Helvets @yandeer @Amayonnaise @Fishy

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To my dear siblings,

I am getting married. Show up or I’m beating you.

- Laury

 

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Personal Invitation to Lord Richard d’Azor and Lady Catherine d’Azor @Cubicita @SapphirePool

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Dear Catherine and Dickie

 

I am getting married! It would mean a lot to me if the  two of you managed to find the time to attend the ceremony.

Signed,
Tina

 

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Personal Invitation To Baron Arthur and Baroness Primrose of St Lothar @MailC3p @MapleSunflower

 

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To the von Lothars

 

We would like to personally invite you to the union of Lady Laurentina Helvets and Manfred von Arichsdorf. Your efforts in reinforcing us during the innumerable raids on the borderlands are deeply appreciated. The Emperor will be attending and personally taking stock of the Grenz in an official fashion. We must present our best face to the Empire.

 

Brotherhood in the Grenz,

M & L

 

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Personal Invitation to Viscount Rev Vuiller @Harald

 

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To the von Vuillermoz

 

I have not forgotten the swiftness at which you and your ilk put forth an arrest warrant on my person without conducting any investigation. I have no illusions about us being ‘friends’, nor am I particularly fond of the attempts of commoner police to restrict my movement and deprive me of my weaponry on the grounds of your ‘warrant’.

 

With that being said, Laurentina and I extend an invitation to the Vuiller and their retainers to attend our marriage and the subsequent festivities. The Emperor will be attending and personally taking stock of the Grenz in an official fashion. We must present our best face to the Empire.

 

Regards,

Manfred 

 

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Personal Invitation to Count Erik Othaman @grnappa

 

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To the Othaman

 

Laurentina and I extend an invitation to the Othaman and their retainers to attend our marriage and the subsequent festivities. The Emperor will be attending and personally taking stock of the Grenz in an official fashion. We must present our best face to the Empire.

 

Regards,

Manfred

 

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Personal Invitation to Duke Ivan Ruthern @Shmeepicus

 

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To the von Reutovs

 

Your grandfather was a good man and his passing, while not bringing me grief as I did not know him, was a loss to the Empire. To my knowledge we have not met and I do not know you well enough to exchange flowery words of familiarity.

 

Nevertheless Laurentina and I extend an invitation to the Ruthern and their retainers to attend our marriage and the subsequent festivities. The Emperor will be attending and personally taking stock of the Grenz in an official fashion. We must present our best face to the Empire.

 

Condolences for your Grandfather,

Manfred

 

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Personal Disinvitation to Count Fyodor of Dobrov @Maclunkey

 

Spoiler

To the Carrions

 

Your inability to appropriately govern your territories is an embarrassment to the Grenz. Were the Vicarship a position of anything more the symbolic relevance I would discipline you myself. You have failed your people and failed to uphold your duties. Towards you I express disgust in the highest form. You bring shame to the nobility. You bring shame to the Grenz. You are pathetic.

 

While I may not be able to personally discipline you I am certainly capable of expressing my displeasure at your innumerable failings. In the interest of not embarrassing the Grenz infront of the Emperor,  and in the interest of not infecting Arichsdorf with your failure, you are explicitly disinvited. Should you show your face on my lands for the duration of the wedding I will have my retainers beat you across the back with wooden rods.

 

My sincerest disdain,

Manfred

 

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Personal Invitation to Argus Romstun @ItemVendor

 

Spoiler

To the Romstuns

 

For your service in protecting the lands and people of Arichsdorf from bandits, combined with your status as landed gentry within the domain of Arichsdorf, I extend an invitation to attend the marriage of  Manfred and Lady Laurentina Helvets. 

 

Regards,

Manfred

 

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Personal Invitation to the Ingvarings @Dqnn

 

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To the Ingvarings

 

It is difficult for us to properly convey our thanks for the services you have rendered to Arichsdorf. The success of Arichsdorf is not the labour of one man but the labour of man. And few can be said to have labourered harder for the success of our noble home than Haesteinn and his family. 

 

It is with our warmest gratitude that we extend our wedding invitation to the Ingvarings for all that they have done in service of both the von Arichsdorfs and Arichsdorf proper. For your services you will be generously rewarded at the wedding feast.

 

Regards,

Manfred & Laurentina

 

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Personal Invitation to the Greycloaks @ze_claus182 @ImmortalShadowZ @Meingott

 

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To the Greycloaks

 

It is on the broad backs of the Greycloaks that must of the success of Arichsdorf has been built. Both on the field of battle and in the wheat field the men of the Greycloak guild have honoured both their guild, their guild brothers, and the township of Arichsdorf. To all members of the Greycloaks I extend my warmest thanks and invite each and every member of the guild to the wedding.

 

However, within the Greycloaks there are a number of characters who have proved exceptionally helpful to the development of Arichsdorf. In particularly I would like to extend my thanks to Frederick di Napoli, Captain of the Greycloaks, without whom the town would be far less safe and far less populous; To Cynefrith Easworth, lieutenant of the Greycloaks whose ceaseless work both in construction and in recruiting have contributed immeasurably to the success of our humble township; And finally, to Meingott , quartermaster of the Greycloaks a being of chaos and great humour without whom Arichsdorf would be lack that particular levity you manage to bring to every situation. Each of you can expect to be generously rewarded at the wedding fast.

 

Blessings upon you

Manfred & Laurentina

 

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Personal Invitation to the Nightingales @ATallTower

 

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To the Nightingales

 

The labour of the Nightingale family, while humble has not gone unnoticed. Unlike many of the great settlements of Almaris, Arichsdorf is not built on great prestige, devious witchcraft, or immeasurable wealth. Arichsdorf is built on hard humble labour day after day, year after year. It is by this back breaking labour that we have built a life for ourselves amongst the barren land of the Grenz.

 

None of that would have been possible without the Nightingales. Of particular importance is one Atticus Nightingale, whose loyal and steady work both in the fields of Arichsdorf and in his consistent steward work has enabled Arichsdorf to prosper and attract many new settlers to the frontier colony. You can expect a generous reward at the wedding feast

 

Warmest Grattitudes

Manfred & Laurentina

 

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Personal Invitation to the Shedites @MaltaMoss

 

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To the Shedites

 

While Arichsdorf is in principle a town dedicated to agriculture and trade, it cannot be contested that the Shedites have contributed more than their share to both the defence and the military obligations of Arichsdorf. When the banners are raised and the sons of Arichsdorf march to war, it is the Shedites who lead the vanguard, always where the fighting is bloodiest.

 

All of you have our sincere thanks and can expect a generous reward at the wedding feast.

 

Regards,

Manfred

 

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Personal Invitation to the Arichsdorf Elves @Below @Solaris1573

 

Spoiler

To Iritha and Val

 

While the farm work of Arichsdorf of our home is critical to its success, it is the labours of you two who transform wheat and the labour of bees into proper food and luxuries. Your work does not go unnoticed, and we would like to invite both of you to our wedding.

 

Our Thanks,

Manfred and Laurentina

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Personal Invitation to Gaisorix hal'Cingedoz @Gaius Marius

 

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To Gaisorix hal'Cingedoz

 

While we are not overly familiar I would like to extend a wedding invitation to you to discuss various matters of business.

 

Regards,

Manfred

 

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Letter of Condolences to Henry Penton @CharmingCavalier

 

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To Henry Penton

 

It is with deep regret I hear of your URGENT BUSINESS that needs to be taken care of in Providence, that unfortunately coincides with the date of my wedding.

 

We are truly unhappy that you cannot attend our wedding! Do not worry, you calling me a sub-human Nordling is entirely forgotten and forgiven, you are welcome to come to our next social function when you are less busy!

 

Kindest Regards

Manfred

 

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Letter of Condolences to Countess Amelia Margaret Vanderfall @libertyybelle

 

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To Countess Amelia Margaret Vanderfall

 

It is with deep regret I hear of your PRIVATE DINNER that needs to be taken care of in Providence, that unfortunately coincides with the date of my wedding.

 

We are truly unhappy that you cannot attend our wedding! You are welcome to come to our next social function when you are less busy!

 

Kindest Regards

Manfred

 

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Letter of Condolences to The Pruvians @Proddy @kazoo

 

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To The Pruvians

 

It is with deep regret I hear of your URGENT BUSINESS that needs to be taken care of in Providence, that unfortunately coincides with the date of my wedding. It grieves us deeply that your family has such challenges that you are forced to consistently shirk your noble duties and abandon your oaths.

 

We are truly unhappy that you cannot attend our wedding! You are welcome to come to our next social function when you are less busy! With that being said, it is very fortunate that Guillaume has the time to attend

 

Kindest Regards

Manfred

 

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[kuerbis 3802]

The bride smiles briefly upon having been informed that the invitations had been sent out. She bobbed her head and turned back to continue working on her dress.

[MapleSunflower 1889]

19 minutes ago, Narthok said:

To the von Lothars

 

We would like to personally invite you to the union of Lady Laurentina Helvets and Manfred von Arichsdorf. Your efforts in reinforcing us during the innumerable raids on the borderlands are deeply appreciated. The Emperor will be attending and personally taking stock of the Grenz in an official fashion. We must present our best face to the Empire.

 

Brotherhood in the Grenz,

M & L

The Baroness of St. Lothar read over the missive with a smile. "How lovely! I'll be sure to go." Taking a sip of her tea, Primrose Gendik inserts the invitation into a book for later. 

[Proddy 2415]

 

Ragnarr "Hairyarse" von Arichsdorf, the lesser known and less mentally challenged brother of Manfred, chortles fatly as he slaps his bulging, protruding gut. "HARHARHAR. Ye really fookin shown t'em, brodir." he cackles on and on, dribble rolling down his chin as he scratches at one his triple chins. The fat pagan then arises, livening his step as he'd begin their family tradition of dancing around the Burning Bush in commemoration of the ten Nordling defeats during the Nordling Wars!

[Narthok 10416]

1 minute ago, Proddy said:

 

Ragnarr "Hairyarse" von Arichsdorf, the lesser known and less mentally challenged brother of Manfred, chortles fatly as he slaps his bulging, protruding gut. "HARHARHAR. Ye really fookin shown t'em, brodir." he cackles on and on, dribble rolling down his chin as he scratches at one his triple chins. The fat pagan then arises, livening his step as he'd begin their family tradition of dancing around the Burning Bush in commemoration of the ten Nordling defeats during the Nordling Wars!

Manfred nods a single tear rolling down his cheek as he tells Ragnarr to look at the pretty flowers before loading his crossbow

[Cubicita 640]

A servant in the Huntshill Estate would approach the young d'Azor with a letter in hand. Though the man had seemed to be busy enjoying playtime with his daughter Clementine, the servant felt inclined to pursue the letter further, completely cutting the father and daughter's time short. "What it is that couldn't have waited a moment longer, eh?" Shortly after receiving the letter in hand, Richard would scan through its contents with a short smile forming. "Tiny Tina..." His smile would not remain for long before closing the letter, recalling on their last conversation many years prior. "I suppose it would be respectable of us to attend." Richard noted, glancing before his wife in the doorway before beginning to scribe a response.

 

FOR TINY TINA

 

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Tiny Tina,

 

I am quite shocked to receive an invitation for the last time we spoke was during Astercalia. Though I assume all has been well, my wife and I shall be there to attend the festivities with cheers of joy. May your life continue to be prosperous and your love everlasting. 

 

Your Dear Friend, 

Dickie d'Azor

@Fie@SapphirePool

[libertyybelle 6187]

The Princess Amelia stared at the letter before frowning and penning a letter back.

 

"To the Baron,

 

It troubles me to find your letter, which originally brought me much excitement, is written with the similar snide remarks of a play yard school boy. I am hurt beyond regard.

 

My private dinner consisted of my two handmaidens whom accompany me and help me take care of my children, as you see my husband recently passed and I am now a widowed mother taking care of five little children. My children, and of course my dearest brother.

 

If you find me asking for private time with my often rather busy eldest brother as an insult upon your person- then I fear you have not frequented the courts very often and I welcome you to delight me in frequenting it more often. Perhaps next time you may find the voice hidden in your shy throat to speak your mind proper, instead of hiding behind a pen and paper, so that we may sort it out like proper adults. For I do dearly love conversation.

 

Regardless I am thrilled to hear about your wedding to the darling Laurentina, I hope you may find to participate in the wedding cultures set precedent by His Imperial Majesty.  It is a shame I cannot make it due to my many private dinners. Surely you understand. 

 

Many blessings regardless on your matrimony,

HIH, Princess Amelia Margaret of Vanderfall

Minister of Civil Affairs, Countess of Vanderfall"

[EmiliainWonderland 2311]

Chloe saw the invitation in the keep of her father in law and made a face. "Poor Laurentina, she's got a bad taste in men. I only hope he's kinder to her than he is to foreigners..." 

[AnriarchRunera 11]

"Rejoice! Our lord is wedlocked! An occasion for all men of Arichsdorf to celebrate!"
The scrawny, thin man exclamaited, glad for their relationship taking a great step forward. He only could hope for their good health.

[Azie 657]

Annabelle Augusta read over her personal invitation with much elation as she began to penn a letter in return. 

 

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Dear Laury,

 

An utterly joyous occasion! I shall make it to your wedding with much delight!

In best regards,

Annabelle xoxo

@Fie

[AndrewTech 3330]

Handing her infant off to a servant, the Duchess of Westmarch would pen a response to her closest childhood friend.
 

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Dearest Laury,

I will, of course, be in attendance. I am certain that Joseph shall be there with me as well! He had better be, at least. I wish you nothing but happiness on your special day, and look forward to introducing you to my new son during the reception.

With Best Regards,
Catherine

 

[Harald 2875]

The Viscount Rev Vuiller would read over the letter, arching a brow at its words as he sat within his private office within his keep speaking to his wife "It seems the baron has forgotten that i followed the command of those over myself within the government. But with Gods grace we should see if we are able to attend" The man placed the letter within a drawer of his desk before locking it. 


(( Might be hard to make it because of work, but i shall try!))

[Narthok 10416]

1 hour ago, Harald said:

The Viscount Rev Vuiller would read over the letter, arching a brow at its words as he sat within his private office within his keep speaking to his wife "It seems the baron has forgotten that i followed the command of those over myself within the government. But with Gods grace we should see if we are able to attend" The man placed the letter within a drawer of his desk before locking it. 


(( Might be hard to make it because of work, but i shall try!))

(( even should last for most of the day going to be cattle auctions tournaments etc, more of a presistent social event area than a single one off

[kazoo 587]

The young Pruvia would laugh at the comments about his family and would think out loud “ If only I could have a family that I would be proud of “ he would then deeply sigh inside of his bedroom in his Providence house. " I am excited for this event. I will be there! “