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THE BIRTH OF HIS LORDSHIP, VALDEMAR EIRIK

BY MOUNTAIN, RIVER, AND COAL

 

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ISSUED ON THIS 10TH  DAY OF JOMA AG UMUND OF 425 E.S.

 


 

VA VE EDLERVIK,

 

It greatly pleases the Duchy of Valwyck to announce that the line of the current heir, Isabel Alexandra, has been secured. Born on the breezy evening of the 10th of Joma ag Umund, Maric and Isabel Baruch’s first child took his first breaths in The Vale of Nevaehlen. Upon his birth, he was styled as His Lordship, Valdemar Eirik Baruch. @Chris (Acaele)

 

Remarkably, as the babe was born, a great bolt of thunder struck the skies, shaking the entire Vale. Certainly, this is a grand omen that sets a precedent for the child’s ambitions and responsibilities to come. May God bless his endeavours and provide him a long, fulfilling life as the next Duke of Valwyck.

 

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IV JOVEO MAAN

 

The Honourable, Isabel Alexandra Baruch, Viscountess of Voron

The Honourable, Maric Alexander Baruch, Viscount-consort of Voron

 

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Maya’s nap was awoken by the lightening, leaving her in shock since Georg was no longer with her! Panic flooded the aedymamej’s veins. (But she was also happy for Isabel and her witch children) 

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             Ser Abraham prepares a gift for the new baby, given that every new life is a blessing, no matter who it is born to. "Hm.. they like tartans.. maybe I need to sew a tartan doll."

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Eileen Kortrevich was thrilled at the news of Valdemar's birth, and of course becoming an aunt. She hurriedly began to make her way to Valwyck to greet the new mother and her wee bairn!

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─────── ⋆⁺₊ ☼ ⋆⁺₊ ───────

 

Frost felt as if it could flow from ELIZAVETA’S fingertips at that moment — a surge of power through her palms as they gripped the scepter in her hand, even with the mother’s agonizing cries at her sides. The first moment she felt to become what she’d always wanted to be, was at the birth of another child, not her own.

 

“The lake, and the sea,” Her first thoughts, accompanying her chants, as the scepter waved over water, over Isabel’s stomach.

 

And then, thunder struck.

 

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A crash of thunder rattles the Vale.

 

Valdemar Eirik, his hair touched by fire, his soul by the spirits of sea, opens his eyes for the first time and cries.

Edited by Chris (Acaele)
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A wild Miven decked in pelts and Bear, bounces around waving her staff about. "The cub is born! Bolomormaa, grant 'em strength!" 

 

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(Art by @Amayonnaise)

 

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