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MC Name: dev_clark Discord: zig_reus Image: Description of Image: A portrait of a red-headed princess. Dimensions: 1x1

From the precipice of her tower did Aurelia see the missive. Serene lips quirked into a faint smile, perhaps one of pride or curious. Either of which, her heart would go out to that so dear of her brother. The Baroness of Sternfell had proven herself family. Thus, this little star whispered to a mechanical dove perched 'pon her windowsill. "Do you see this, little Charles? Protectors of all, in strength, in courage, in righteousness. How brave," said she, voice akin to melodic chords, only for her and her birdling to hear.

The powdered face of one Calpurnia cooed over the newest addition within the family. A rattle hung betwixt gloved digits, and the air filled with the sound of babbles and drummels of melodic rattles. A rare smile flittered 'pon the lips of said woman, watching with awe at a small creature of her sister's blood.

yeah let me just get rid of my entire team without telling them and then make a post acting like im the most professional admin ever

MC Name: dev_clark Discord: zig_reus Image: Description of Image: A portrait of a lady Dimensions: 1x2

death penalty and 1000 lashes for ur uber driver tbh

A blind seamstress and her team of handmaidens were hard at work deep within the reaches of Rethel's Castle. Imperial red cloth, creme silk, and shimmering gold beauties lay spread 'cross the room in which they tailored away. Bumbling ladies were down to the wire to ensure that the bride and groom would be clad beautifully upon their blessed day.

IN each hand, she held a figurine. They were six inches in height. Her right held one of canary: A knight. Her left held one of ziricote: A samurai. For all intents and purposes, they were wonderful gifts, but now, as she lay in her bed, the feeling of the hand-carved wood seemed to grow into a pervasive monster that was born of guilt. “... IT’S going to be you and me one day.” AURELIA could not see the hope in his face, but she could hear it. It was sickening; Sickening because it made her believe that he was right. Perhaps it would be them, one day. … EXCEPT it wouldn’t be. How could one fight, when all they saw in the world was a miracle of blurry colors and dismal shapes? She was helpless, so helpless. Time and time again, life had proven that she was just that. “It will be. It will.” WOULD GOD punish her for lying through her teeth? Did she even deserve these wonderful gifts? How disappointed will Ai be in her? PATHETIC THAT blurry vision of hers grew even cloudier with tears that had built up through the months. A weak girl at her poor limit, one who pushed all who threatened to reveal her dismal self. Unsightly, sordid, and ugly. THE figurines in her hands trembled, terribly so. Had they not been so dear to her, perhaps they would have been snapped in two–closing a path that seemed so far before they’d ever have the chance to venture forth. Instead, they fell atop the covers of her bed, and her slim digits clasped with one another. “IN the name of the Father, and Horen, and all of the Exalted…” “GOD,” she’d begun, voice wet with unruly tears, “Please grant me this one thing, please, it’s all I ask.” “It is all I’ve ever asked of you.” THROUGH frantic prayers–she hadn’t known when sleep came to her. All she’d known was in the deep of night, as her tears dried in rabid streaks ‘cross a pallid face, a glimmering light outstretched itself to her. Warmth spread over her eyes, and a voice spoke. What it said to her was only for her to ever know.

The worst of it should've been over. They should've been able to mourn together. "Go get help," was the last thing that Lorelei had said to Aurelia. That young, trembling girl had just done that. With all her might, she'd ran. If she could not have saved Branimar, then surely, she could help find the culprit. Thus came the guards. They'd taken statements and attempted to manage what they could. She'd put on a brave face, trying to answer all their questions. "S-Shall I escort you all out?" said Aurelia to the three guardsmen. . . The blind girl guided herself with her blood-stained cane, out the door, and stopped at a lump. In her horrendously blurry vision, she looked down and saw what could only be described as a bloody smudge of what was once a beautiful woman. That mop of white stumbled back, in horror, and before she knew it, she was running. Pathetic. ... She had been the first one on the scene and the first to leave it.

... She had been the first one on the scene and the first to leave it. There had been a chance, a single slim chance, to have saved her dear uncle, and Aurelia Ottilie was never even privy to it. How is a blind girl meant to fight something she cannot even see? Pathetic. She had stood there, helplessly, listening to the sound of flesh ripping from bone. The sickening crack of Branimar's skull being ripped from his spine would haunt her every night after, and the wails of her dearest aunt would always accompany it. She could not even stop her young cousin from seeing it. Pathetic. The cruelest and most blessed thing GOD had done for her was stripping her of her sight. Aurelia could only hope that in death, he'd forgive her, for if she could have, she would have done anything to stop this horrific series of events. Pathetic.

MC Name: m1chaelj4ckson Discord: zig_reus Image: Description of Image: A portrait of a girl holding a red crane Dimensions: 2x1

⥼──────⥽ An Invitation ⥼──────⥽ ISSUED BY, HER LADYSHIP Aurelia Ottilie OF Rethel ❀ 10th of The Snow’ IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2041 ⥼──────⥽ ❀ ⥼──────⥽ IT WOULD BE MY GREAT HONOR TO INVITE THE GOOD PEOPLE FOR A BLESSED TIME WITH ONE ANOTHER. As our lands are purged into an increasingly tense era, I search for a way to bring us together once more to put aside our stresses and worries for a day of fun and delectable dishes. GOD has provided us with many blessings and wonderful gifts, and I ask that we partake in them together. LET US COME TOGETHER IN CELEBRATION. It is with great joy that I announce that I shall be hosting a JOUST AND FEAST within our walls, just outside Clementhurst Castle, for all those receiving this invitation. There is to be a grand feast crafted by all those who come. I ask that each invitee bring a dish representative of their family's house, background, or culture. Please bring plenty, as this will be shared amongst those attending. It is of utmost importance for us to take pride in what makes us individuals and remind ourselves to take pride in our expansive history. Those attending are asked to come in their finest garb, and those who shall be participating in the joust, to wear their appropriate jousting gear. Horses shall not be provided. Ladies are asked to prepare a favor for a jouster to ask for. The winner of the joust will be bestowed with a GRAND PRIZE. YOU ARE HEREBY INVITED FOR A DAY TO BE FREE. Come forth to Clementhurst Castle upon Mairi’s Rise to enjoy a day free of worries and anxieties. ⥼────────────────⥽ ❀ ⥼────────────────⥽ DAUGHTER OF SOPHIE MAIRI, AURELIA OTTILIE Lady of Rethel THE RIGHT HONORABLE, DAME LORELEI MAIRI ALSTION-ENSWERP Baroness of Rethel Sunday 7/20 at 5PM EST

MC Name: m1chaelj4ckson Discord: zig_reus Image: Description of Image: A painting of lillies. Dimensions: 1x2