Union of House Carrion

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“Union of House Carrion”

[!] A depiction of the betrothed pair shortly after Amadea’s return

 

7th of Vyzmey ag Hyff, 424 E.S

 

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Behold, a long awaited union.

Behold the ones who will be seated upon the throne in time.

Their marriage shall signify the glorious continuation of a prosperous nation.

A sign to all those who may see it, that we shall thrive, just as they shall thrive.

 

Behold our next king.

Woe to those who do not know the might of House Barbanov,

Their leadership has kept Haeseni-Ruska together.

Their lineage has been the one which we all strive to protect.

 

Behold our next queen.

Unfortunate is the one who does not know the history of House Basrid,

For it is by their own hard work that they have gained their position and title.

Their lineage have served many a king and empire, and served in their own right..

 

Behold, the long awaited return,

Two descendants of kings and queens long past, from the same lines they have

Come, and to the same line they shall now return. Two beans, 

Born of the same plant, yet of different stems.  They now are intertwined.

 

Behold, a long awaited reunion,

The separation of a house Carrion now finds refuge together.

Royal lines have split, yet their diligence and work is not to be forgotten. 

So we find ourselves together in their wake for this long awaited union.

 

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Signed,

Sir Borris Iver Kortrevich,

Battle-Bard of the BSK and Court Poet of Haense

[Mannyy 934]

Wilhelm d'Arkent grumbled.

[Hephaestus 1317]

A servant of the night-lands juggles a flat-topped skull in the waste of skin and sinew between his fingers. Par for his gregariousness in his life-lived, and goetia — black magicks, false dominion — in the life-not, oftentimes did courtiers of the splintered houses of Karovic navigate the open frontier to deliver publications, brochures, open letters, and anything which might appease him so to impart the, gold or, worse, authority.

Literature did not often warm nor soften him. He frowned, as so often he might, brows folding over his eyes in swelling frustration:

"What, did they not get the memo? No courier service in the northern wastes? Carrion is no more, be that as it is. The birds of death, the carrion crows, have dropped cold from the tree; only vultures stand the perch of the old houses of Karovic.

I will make dead-certain of that."

[Melpomenne 1552]

Magda Carrion, daughter of a Carrion, who is a son of a Carrion, who is a son of a Carrion, who is a son of a Carrion, frowned.

[Dyl 1564]

Isa smiled, he was proud a member of his family, the senior line of Carrion had gotten married!

[Dogged 2128]

"It doesn't rhyme!" Chime in an old butler named Alfred.

[Lhindir_ 3436]

"Who?" Asked a Carrion.