FROM WAR TO WARMTH | IAÁ 561

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THE WEDDING OF HAAKON KONANSSON AND DIMA KORTREVICH

 

Issued by the Red Council, on the 25th of THOROMIRSANGR, IAÁ 561, AGE OF DRAGONFYRE.

 

 

HEED, ELDHIRD,

ㅤSince the Festival of Sól and its announcement, it became prevalent that King Haakon, by the will of him and his elders, sought a lady to rise to the occasion and stand by his side as Queen. His reluctance was natural, yet he triumphed over it and found companionship in another. His affection lies with Dima Kortrevich, who once stood in opposition upon the battlefield. No longer, though, as the two come together in love and union of themselves and Highlander-kind.

 

Their past differences have been left behind, as their compassion and willingness to forgive have led to a fondness for one another. Because of this newfound affection, celebrations are in order. Invitations shall reach friends, family, and allies who may join in the merriment and a momentous occasion; the marriage of the King, ending eighty-nine years without the authority or guidance of a Queen of Norland.

 

 

THE PROCESSION

 

ㅤRITUAL OF KINGS - ᛋᛁᚦᚱ ᚳᚩᚾᚢᛝᚪ

ㅤㅤWhile elected by the Kingsmoot and uncontested for the Ashwood Throne, Haakon av Edvardsson Ruric remains without a coronation. The High Keeper shall oversee such a ceremony, where His Majesty’s status will rise to High King of Norland after taking up the mantle many years after it once lay empty, uniting Norland, rustling it from its prior stagnancy, and conquering not only the odds, but in multiple battles. He shall be styled as His Royal Majesty.

ㅤRITUAL OF MATRIMONY - ᛏᚱᚣᚷᚦᚪᚱᛋᛁᚦᚱ
After the coronation, the engaged couple will partake in the Rite of Matrimony of the Red Faith. The ceremony will take place at the wedding grounds beyond Vjardengrad’s gates for all to attend.

 

 

HARK, AEVOS,

ㅤALL ALLIES AND THOSE COURTEOUS ARE WELCOME TO THE KINGDOM OF NORLAND TO WITNESS THE EVENT AND JOIN IN THE MERRIMENT. THE FOLLOWING INVITATIONS ARE EXTENDED:

ㅤㅤPUBLICLY TO, 

ㅤㅤAll citizens of the Kingdom of Norland, from eldest clans to fledgling lines found within. 

ㅤㅤTiberias I Horen, Emperor of Man, Holy Imperator, etcetera., his imperial blood, and his citizens. 

ㅤㅤTar-Anorhil Arthalion, Apostolic King of Idunia, Seneschal of the Temple of the True Faith, etcetera., his royal blood, and his citizens. 

ㅤㅤUgokoyama Atsuko, Shugo of Koyo-Kuni, her royal blood, and her citizens. 

ㅤㅤGalahad Ílumrin, High Prince of Cauróst, Prince of Malinor, etcetera., his royal blood, and his citizens. 

ㅤㅤSonna Vulnrith, the Viridian Voice of Nevaehlen, Eliheiuhii, etcetera., her blood, and her citizens. 

ㅤㅤUlfar Kazzarathsson, Grand King of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Thane of the Elder Clan Starbreaker, etcetera., his royal blood, and his citizens. 

 

 

ㅤㅤPERSONALLY TO, 

ㅤㅤKonan-Thegn Edvardsson av Ruric, Jarl of the Highmarch, his blood, and his Norns.
Miss Lucia

ㅤㅤVestariel Ithelanen, Sword of Haakon.
ㅤㅤIulius-Thegn Rauðrdrakar av Vjardengrad, Chieftain of Clan Rauðrdrakar.
ㅤㅤAvagis af Ingeson.
ㅤㅤÆthelwulf.

ㅤㅤHrungnir.
ㅤㅤSissel.

ㅤㅤFaenor.
ㅤㅤMorgana.
ㅤㅤAegon.
ㅤㅤLjúfvina.
ㅤㅤDeia.

ㅤㅤEislyn Fealind O’Rourke.

ㅤㅤNadya Barbanov-Bihar, Hesir of the Karoslund, her noble blood, and her people.
ㅤㅤSigmar var Ruthern, Hesir’s Hand of the Karoslund.

ㅤㅤOliviya Barbanov-Bihar.

ㅤㅤHadrian Tiberias of the House Horen, Imperial Crown Prince of the Empire, Prince of Burgundy, Duke of Grense.

ㅤㅤErwin Barclay, Prince in Reinmar, his royal blood, and his people.

ㅤㅤArgelion Arthalion, Crown Prince of the Númenaranyë.

ㅤㅤElros Arthalion, Prince of Númenost.

ㅤㅤArdirnien Arthalionath, Princess of Númenost.

ㅤㅤTherin Adil, Archduke of the Petra, his noble blood, and his people.

ㅤㅤAnacleta Leomonte, Alcalde of the Villa of Francisco, her noble blood, and her people.

ㅤㅤAvagis af Ingeson, Justicia’ir of Cauróst.

ㅤㅤLothar Basileus, Grand Duke of Lotharia, his noble blood, and his people. 

ㅤㅤJay Amaranth.

ㅤㅤSen of Golden Field.

 

AND SO IT SHALL BE, BY THE WILL OF OUR ALLFATHER,

HIS MAJESTY, Haakon av Edvardsson Ruric
King of Norland, High Chieftain of the House of Ruric, Jarl of Vjardengrad & the Lowmarch, Blood of the Herald & Lord of the Ashwood Throne, Protector of the Highlanders
 

HER LADYSHIP, Dima Aina Milena Kortrevich
Seneschal of Norland, Keeper of Coin of the Circle of Crows

Dszamila Korvacz
Scribe of the Red Council, Advisor of the Circle of Crows

 

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WHEN: MONDAY, JUNE 16TH @ 5 PM EST. 

WHERE: KINGDOM OF NORLAND

CREDIT: TO JOYFULATTIC FOR THE ARTWORK IN THE POST.

AND @pomegrad FOR DOING SOME GODS WORK ON THIS FORMATTING.

 

Edited June 4, 2025 by Frawlic
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[Cryothane 809]

A Knight smiles upon its kin. Folding the paper close. 

 

"Congratulations, llir." 

Is murmured out to no one in particular, as the dark armor vanishes within the mists of the Northern forests

- thoughts of well wishes for the two echoing within the chambers of the sworn swords' mind.

[Seuss 1056]

The conscious of a warrior trapped in the husk of a metal body looked over the document. His name was not there, but that was to be expected. Though none of his kin were listed, and it brought him great pain.

[Monty Cobra 921]

An unusually soft smile touched the lips of Aurus Greye as he saw the people of Lotharia had been invited. It brought him back to the days of his youth... the days of Haense... and for a fleeting moment he could imagine that there had never been a war to begin with.

[TaraJess 2848]

An old friend laid her eye upon the missive, not expecting much, another royal wedding sure. The first shock came when she realized the King of Norland was to wed a very old friend of hers, one she had not spoken to in years. The second shock came as she read through the invitations, and noticed that her people had actually been invited. It brought a great smile to Johanna's face, felt almost like something deep down inside her was starting to heal.

[Crabby 70]

A young child's squeal could be heard throughout the capital of vjardengrad,

"VARG! WAKE UP WAKE UP, WE WERE RIGHT!" @Jihnyny

[Weebmaster36 390]

Arvia read the missive with a small smile, “At least some can still find happiness and love these days.” She raised a tankard of mead, ready to watch the two be wed.

[indiana105 5126]

Jan Radovanic wept for his people in the confines of his bedchamber.

[LuxyLucy 691]

A woman long gone could only help but smile, as she watched over her loved ones. "See, I told you so." Was all she would speak, in joy for her little sister.

[RingAroundRosey 498]

"I hope you peace and happiness, sister." The woman with the white streak would murmur upon reading the missive. A smile finding her features, whistling as she heads towards the markets.

[Laeonathan 5889]

"The Haensers nub more Cannon-ists? Ukee." Gakh'Lur was still confused.

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Reinhard crumpled a thumb over the edge of the missive. Rather mangled and maimed, he was, these days. What an odd match. At least, for him. One hand raised to rub at his eyes frustratedly as the missive was lowered. Burned in lines of faded, pallid colours wrapped his hands; his fingers pinched with the subtle tremble of the pain that continued to run through them, even all these years later. He couldn't truly wish her well, anymore, though. Not after what she did. A dishonourable creature, to go back and lie for her benefit. To look good? To look brave? More than that 'dishonour' though, it was a personal betrayal - when he was most vulnerable - as was the case with many of the dogs he knew. They waited, and waited until they had an inkling of what they wanted - and then they pounced. Monsters, the lot of them. She was no different, in the end. The bitterness that lingered on his heart, after hurt after hurt, was something long kept in check by the very thing that made him such a target. The greatest thing left to temper. As ever, his naive faith was misplaced but there were such grand signs of that early on; he should have known better with her. 

His hand dropped from his face to the blanket which divided the small room, and his ear flickered to the sound of snoozing on the other side. Dropping to scan the floor, his gaze traced the cracks of stonework as he listened and it soothed his idle frustrations, like a lullaby. There were more important things. 

Settling the parchment down, he eyed the inked name of Haakon at the base. Resting one feathered cheek aside to his hand, his gaze slid closed. Now, there was someone he could have hopes for. One of the few who had integrity, one of the few who deserved respect in the devil's perception. An unsung hero, almost. Where The Light was a desolate place, he alone showed there was hope. Perhaps, even, stood as a testament to the All Father. Maybe there was something out there that wasn't dead or cowardly or greedy. But most importantly, he was a man of his word. His nation, his family, himself. And, finally, did the faintest of smiles creep to his features. "Ich suppose at the very least, a gift is in order."

[Navigator 4260]

Miguel, Palatidor of Lotharia, scrambled to see if he had anything for the cold weather of the Norns. . .

"Aaaallllyyyyyy. . . ." He performed the summoning call of his wife, then, to help him look.

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@comatoseprincess

 

[_Elrith_ 4525]

"Strange days, these are." The High Keeper ruminated over the events of the past decade in solemn silence.

[Junoix 2301]

The Viridian Voice of Nevaehlen could hardly contain her excitement upon receiving her invitation, immediately getting to work on a gift for the couple!