The Oathbound Crow | 1923

[Nooblius 7965]

 

On the 16th day of Sigismund’s End of 1923

 

 

“And Ishtar calls forth three deceivers in the guise of servants, and their wings are of obscuring smoke. They are called Famine, and Toil, and Defeat. And before the commoners, the first condemns temperance, and gluttony is exalted. And the second condemns diligence, and sloth is exalted. And the last condemns faith, and doubt is exalted. So the world is a pit of suffering. But there are yet faithful.” 

~Ex. Sigismund Carrion

 

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In recent years, one could be forgiven for forgetting to stop and take a moment to enjoy the simpler pleasures life bears. Throughout war and impending doom, the graces of life can fall by the wayside. It is important to declare when a joyous occasion is at hand, especially so in turbulent times, so that we might remember Godani jest Weizki. 

 

For the past four years, Markus Marie Sarkozic has been on a quest across the lands. His work and diligence, a bastion of Adrian principles in these troubled times. He has endeavored to remember virtue and joy in spite of the multitude of perversions. Thus he has chosen to extend his hand to his beloved, Oksana Marusya Ivanovich, to join him in completing the noble work of restoring Raevir-Carrion culture in Adria.

 

For their unbreakable bond has flourished greatly over these past years, and they rejoice in announcing their forthcoming marriage, to be held after the war's end.

 

The couple beckons the folk of Adria and companions of the pair to a grand revelry within the Castle Emalinhrad of Veletzia, a celebration of their love's betrothal, with merriment aplenty and celebration of their shared Raevir roots for all to join.

 

 

… Courier sent letters of invitation to the following;

 

✶ His Grace, John II, Duke of Adria, and his host

✶ The People of Adria and its Heartlands

✶ The Grand Librarian of Balian, Sarson and one street beggar of his choice

✶ Father Arnaud de Novellen and his acolyte

✶ Their Royal Majesties Tar-Uriel & Tári-Orelia of the Barrowlands

✶ Ser Alwyn, Knight of the Barrowlands

✶ His Excellency, Sir Franz Sarkozic of Pompourelia and his host

✶ His Esteemed Humbleness, Caius Godwin

✶ Her Royal Highness, Princess Elena of Balian

✶ Her Ladyship, Cressida Marie of Aldersberg

 

[May 12th @ 5 EST]

 

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Signed;

 

 The Right Honorable, Markus Marie Sarkozic,

Count of Aldersberg

 

Miss Oksana Marusya Ivanovich

 

 

 

 

[Wavey 2568]

A certain young Ivanovich lord reads the missive with a confused blink. He then shows the missive to his father, "Papej...Y niet heard of Oksana Marusya Ivanovich...ever...who jest?" (@Optimus420)

[milkyi 1992]

Oksana's fingers traced the parchment's edges as she read the missive, her expression fraught with apprehension. The weight of her new station loomed over her, suffocating her dreams of simplicity. Expectations that surpassed her current peasant life now awaited her, making her uncertain of her feelings about the future that lay ahead. Would she be able to bear the weight of the pedestal upon which she was to be placed? Though the path ahead wasn't clear, she had two things to guide her forward. Her newfound betrothal, and her unshakeable Faith.

[Mady 3771]

It would be late in the evening when the Princess Royal would receive the invitation, expressions of surprise and confusion crossing over the Novellen’s features. Quickly, Elena would pocket the parchment, assuring no one in the Monterosa Palace had seen the identifiable seal. . . 

[Optimus420 1926]

5 hours ago, WaveLincoln said:

A certain young Ivanovich lord reads the missive with a confused blink. He then shows the missive to his father, "Papej...Y niet heard of Oksana Marusya Ivanovich...ever...who jest?" (@Optimus420)

Jan Ivanovich said to his son “Who? Niet, never heard of her.” 

[oryP 1068]

The young lord glanced upon the parchment. Tossing it aside briefly after he noticed the title “Vy have but a single crow, And niet even the Rutherns.” 

[zuziee 4004]

A faint memory whisked between the cluttered halls of St. Emalyne. Her passage came to a sudden halt as she overheard talk of her dearest little boy. “Oh Markus…” she’d hum, trapped in a mind built from allusive recollections. 

[Beamon4 1690]

An exhausted Heinrik groaned as he dropped his bags at the door of the Emalyne, his attire still mired with mud after a typical Eastfleet tempest had swiveled and barreled inland right onto his weekend hunting spot. As he jiggled his keys on his castle, where previous soldiers and servants would open doors for him and service his every need, he was just a regular citizen. "If I miss anything, it's the dinners...." He grumbled, opening the door to be confronted by a wide-smiling Markus. After a quick near Cardiac Event from the double shock of a surprise Markus and the news of his engagement, he strongly embraced his son and stated with a trembled voice, "Your mother would be so elated so shall I...."

 

[MRCHENN 4741]

Peter Montalt is ecstatic to celebrate an event for his Ivanovich cousin!

[Marshi 1184]

The Countess of Aldersberg looked at the invitation and simply tossed it into the fireplace alongside the rest of her True Aldersberg family.

[persz 89]

Hans is sure to polish his boots, the housecarl ready to look his best. 

[North 995]

Sveneld, heir to the Ivanovich name, marks the day of his sister's wedding on his calendar!