Enkindling of an Eagle

[Lalosia 1001]

 

DURCH UNSER BLUT, ERHEBEN WIR UNS

BY OUR BLOOD, WE SHALL RISE

ISSUED BY THE

ON THE

12TH OF OWYN’S LIGHT, 

IN THE AGE OF ASCENSION, 645. 

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HE HOUSE VON AUGUSTEN IS PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE that the Lady ARALINDE has safely welcomed her firstborn child, a son, into the world.

 

THE YOUNG EAGLE was born on the 12th day of DRAGON’S ROAR, 644, with CHERRY-RED hair and eyes of PALE BLUE, both being traits that often favor the House. After many hours of consideration, the boy has been dutifully named:

 

 

WOLFGANG KONSTANTIN VON AUGUSTEN

 

IN HONOR OF the WOLF sigil in connection to AZOR, and the babe’s great-great grandsire, KONSTANTIN II. The mother now rests to recover from an arduous labor in her familial home of CASTLE FRITZBROOK, surrounded by her dear family.

 

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O’ ALMIGHTY AND ETERNAL GOTT, WE PRAY,

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Saint Julia, wife of Horen and mother of Mankind, 

 

pray for my husband and children. Grant them length of days, 

 

happiness of heart and purity of spirit. But pray for me also, 

 

so that I might defend my children from Iblees, bring them up to piety, 

 

and, in doing so, do God’s work: the salvation of souls.

 

AMEN.

 

✠ GOTT SEGNE ✠

 

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THE HONORABLE, ARALINDE LEON VON AUGUSTEN.

Viscountess of Azor, Imperial Ambassador to Alba.

 

THE HONORABLE, ANDRIK LEOPOLD OF GALAHAR.

Viscount-Consort of Azor.

 

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CREDITS

Formatting: Cheese1sgrater

COA: Mojanghunter

 

 

[Cheese 8891]

"Goodness, what a happy day it's been for the Empire," proclaimed Constantina from her place in Valwyck. Though she never particularly cared for children, she still ensured a gift was sent to the mother. Maybe it was congratulatory, or maybe it was sent out of pity.

[Travisty 1020]

Rumor had it the joyous cries of a healthy newborn that filled the halls of the estate were brief; allegedly, WOLFGANG fell into an odd calm shortly after he was given to his mother to hold, already ‘LOCKED IN’.

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[Lortime 1153]

"..Grandvater..." Parzival repeated that word to himself in slight astonishment. He could hardly believe it was the truth, but he could not be happier that it was.