doreebear

Ilyana paused for a moment. "Oh- is that what he meant when he said he lived in a cave?!"

The aging princess sat in her chair, contemplating what she should've said different to him. however nothing came to mind, the man was as cold as the frozen tundra. Nataliya began to drum her fingers against the wooden desk, staring idly at the crimson table cover.

"You harlot!" the elderly man barked towards the young woman's direction. it appeared Nataliya had gotten into another quarrel with the aging man, both had the temper of a bull. both wicks had continued to spew hateful insults towards each other. "you're as crazy as they come! no wondered why you were disowned!" he said with a cackle, a sly and devilish grin grew on the mans gruesome visage. The Wick knew he had struck a weak point, the haeseni woman had no idea how to retaliate. though her husband did, lundging and wailing onto the the elder Wick with pure anger, soon then after, taking out Ludwig's eye.

Nataliya huffed at the memory, such a horrible night, the Wick's were pure chaos. Well, not all of them but one in particular. Ludwig.

A tiny little princess could be seen scurrying down the library steps, there, stood Ludwig and her father, conversing to one another. after a few moments the King picked up his young daughter, carrying her up the steps. "who is he papej?" the young child inquired curiously "A man whom should not be messed with my little nataliya." 

"a dangerous man Indeed. . . . . is this truly the end of him?"

Ýsidora Jéslivetá stood by the bank of Providence, grasping her glasses from her pocket, placing them upon her dainty nose as she read the piece of paper that hung on the brick beam. her ice gaze scanned the paragraphs of which told the story of Caroline's disappearance. she then extended a gentle hand, tugging the paper off of the rusted nail it hung from. "Coraline Irena D'Arkent." she repeated to herself. the young woman then placed the base of the middle finger on the golden bridge of her glasses, pressing them upward anime style. "oh, să știe cineva" The vasoyevi spoke in her common tongue before folding the paper, sliding it into her coat pocket, as she sauntered off. 

Nataliya rubbed her temples in frustration that Aimee is now turning into a Fictional character villain that skins puppies for a coat. 

Yuh Yuh!

UPDATED! PURPLE IMPERIAL IS OFF THE AUCTION!

someone privately messaged me a gave me an offer I couldn't refuse.

Third Skin Auction POG!

Hi guys its me doreebear again :) ! this will be my third skin auction!

I just want to say thank you to all the people who have supported me through my past auctions

money is a bit of a problem for me sometimes, but the amount of support and bids I've received has helped me and I want

to thank y'all so much for it ;~; I love you all!

Some info below!

ALL BIDDINGS WILL START OUT AS 3$ USD!

the bidding will end tomorrow night at 4pm CST

(yeah im in CST suck it.) 

I will have male AND female skins! theres plenty to go around!

cope and paste this for the bids

DISCORD NAME:

SKIN IM BIDDING ON:

MY BID: 
 

RULES

Ping the person whom you're trying to outbid so they know! 

I will not be putting my payment info out publicly so please PM ME FOR THAT INFO BECAUSE IT IS PRIVATE!

ALSO! please no reposting on PMC! just because you bought the dress does not mean you take credit acting like you made it, I still made it! also do not resell if you want to just pm and I might.

if you have any questions my discord is doreebear#3218

 I can and Will refuse to sell a skin to a person. If they are a known skin stealer, frankenstien-er, post without credit 

or even just a toxic and hateful person whom I don't see fit to have my skins. I believe my skins should go to people who respect my work and respect others and myself 

as a person. 

Please give people a fighting chance, do not bid on all of my skins at once! you can bid on several just not all of them! 

also, NO RESELLING MY SKINS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION OR PUTTING THEM UP FOR AUCTION! good god >:(

let the Auction BEGIN!

  Another winterfell vibe (MALE) 

Roman Queen (FEMALE) 

 Red Russian (FEMALE) 

Charming Red (MALE)

Vasoyevi Royal (FEMALE) 

Blue Rider (MALE) 

Blue Middle Ages (FEMALE) 

Commander Erwin (MALE)

Spring Tea Time (FEMALE)

Mother Russia (MALE) 

Red Renaissance (FEMALE)

Battered Brown Armor (MALE) 

Hey girl! I just wanted to say that I love you! there are so many things I want to say but I'll keep it short.  I am very proud of you being able to step away from this server and pursing what you love. I am so glad we met in Curon (though it was a really sh*tty place) I'm glad you were one of the first people I interacted when I first joined. I will always remember your kind and very loving personality and our characters becoming close friends. you're one of the sweetest people I've ever met on this god forsaken server. I hope life treats you well, you deserve the world chloe! and if someone ever messes with you I will personally hurt them! take care hun! <3 

MC Name:

         doreebear

Character's Name:

         Cornflower

Character's Age:

         16

Character's Original Race (N/A if not applicable):

         Musin

Transformed form:

         N/A

Creator's MC Name:

         N/A

Creator's RP Name:

         N/A

Briefly explain the lore behind this construct or creature:

Musin are mouse-like creatures, sub-race of the ratiki. their origins, they were the originally considered the runts of the Ratiki, sent off to work at the mines their entire lives because they were not seen fit to serve any other purposes. Until one Musin built his way up in the ranks, leading a rebellion against the Ratiki, freeing the Musin kind and sacrificing his own life for theirs. they are one of the smallest if not, the smallest creatures on Almaris. they stand around 1'8ft-2'6 ft. the creatures either have black or red eyes. their furs vary from white, black, brown, tan or even a mixture of these colors. Musin's diet consists of sweets and crunchy foods, however these creatures are lactose intolerant, therefore they cannot eat/enjoy cheeses or other dairy products. musin can eat a little bit of meat, but too much makes them sick. some of the things that attract Musin's are shiny objects, such as gold, coins, jewelry, etc. they are a race that is known to horde things, though nothing goes to waste with them. they also will "borrow" things from other creatures or their own, the Musin do not do this in a malicious manner. if they see something that is not being used, they might as well take it so they give the object a purpose! they are also known for being clean, costantly grooming/bathing themselves to keep tidy, to be presentable and to not catch any diseases. additionally to being presentable, the Musin clothing is inspired by human clothing, but their height makes it difficult to find clothing, so they either take small children outfits or stitch together pieces of bright cloth, making colorful outfits. 

Musin's life span is 70 years, they reach physical maturity at age 15. since the creatures are small in stature, they are a docile race. in addition to this, the Musin lack strength and the skills to fight. they avoid conflict by running away. a simple blow to a musin could be fatal, due to their lack of size. nevertheless, a Musin is rather fast, able to out run, dodge, jump anything if they're lucky enough. The mouse-like creatures eyesight is enhanced in the dark (they can see up to 48 blocks.) however, on a sunny bright day the Musin's sight is shortened (24 blocks). They're hearing is enhanced as well, hearing higher pitches than other creatures. though they startle easily at loud noises, causing them to panic.

If this construct or creature has some form of aesthetic choice, can you describe how they look? 

Cornflower is a mixed color mouse, her fur is white mixed with a sandy brown. her eye color is an onyx black. Cornflower's height is 1'8, she often wears tattered dwarven outfits, due to where they reside. she is seen wearing flowers in her fur, attempting to maintain a "beauty standard." 

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

         No

Do you agree to keep Story writers updated on the status of your magic app?:

         Yes

Do you understand that if this creature's lore is undergoing an activity trial and that trial fails, you will no longer be able to play this creature and will be forced to either revert the character back to its normal form (if it was a transformative type) or stop playing the character entirely (if it is an entirely new creature)?:

         Yes

Memey RP or using this CA for subpar villain/bandit RP can lead to your app being denied, even after acceptance. Please put "I understand" as your response once you have read this part and understand the consequences.

         I understand

Have you applied for this creature on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

A woman would be seen drawing her sword before chanting "We will bring PEACE! FREEDOM! JUSTICE! AND SECURITY TO OUR NEW LAND!" 

Nataliya would be seen sitting in her bed reading a letter whilst she was petting one of her dogs that laid across her lap. A look of worry grew upon her visage as she finished the letter." this is nie' like Margaux." she muttered to herself as she stared solemnly at the piece of paper. After a few moments, her Husband Petyr would get up from his chair at his desk, grasping a letter before offering it to his wife. "I found a Personal letter for you Liya." Nataliya raised both brows curiously before grasping it, gently cutting it open with her dagger before setting it aside on the night stand as she begun to read. The Haeseni woman then lower the paper to her lap as she finished. Her dog Veter, raising his gaze to his owner. she then let out a sigh of relief before stating "I am truly happy that you have found the courage to do what makes you happy, for it is niet an easy task. . . . Godspeed Margaux, you are the few I have left." 

Hi guys its me! I am doing another skin auction!

ALL BIDDINGS WILL START OUT AS 3$ USD!

the bidding will end tomorrow night at 7pm CST

(yeah im in CST suck it.) 

Ping the person whom you're trying to outbid so they know! 

I will not be putting my payment info out publicly so please PM ME FOR THAT INFO BECAUSE IT IS PRIVATE!

ALSO! please no reposting on PMC! just because you bought the dress does not mean you take credit acting like you made it, I still made it! also do not resell if you want to just pm and I might.

if you have any questions my discord is doreebear#3218

 I can and Will refuse to sell a skin to a person. If they are a known skin stealer, frankenstien-er, post without credit 

or even just a toxic and hateful person whom I don't see fit to have my skins. I believe my skins should go to people who respect my work and respect others and myself 

as a person. 

Red In Summer (FEMALE)  

Pink Imperial (FEMALE) 

Purple Royal (FEMALE)

Aphrodite (FEMALE)

Garden Party (FEMALE)

Hello there! (MALE)

I hate sand (MALE)

Greek Princess (FEMALE)

Black like my soul  (FEMALE) 

ROYAL BLUE (Interchangeable) 

Red Royal (FEMALE) 

What has been your favorite character? 
 

what is your favorite food? 
 

Who’ve been friends with the longest?

do you love me? 

 Nataliya sat at her husband's desk upon their ship, shuffling through papers and and documents that had been sent to them to sign or read. The Weary Haeseni princess then spotted a letter, sealed with an onyx wax. The woman hesitantly reached for the letter, cutting it open gently with her dagger before plucking the paper from the envelope, reading what was inside. Her eyes then widened in shock and horror as she brought her palm forth to cover her mouth. her sapphire gaze hastily continued to read, scanning the words over and over again making sure her mind was not jumping to conclusions. sadly, it was the reality. The Princess shut her eyes tightly as tears escaped her lids. The kind woman, who had offered to take her in when she was casted out, for the love she had for Petyr, was gone. Blanche knew her pain, and endured a similar thorn in her side, if not worse. Nataliya wept gently into her hand. one of her dearest friend had succumbed to the same fate as her father, taking their own life. Though the barbanov seemed like a tough woman, she was sensitive to death, especially to those who were close. The Princess then lifted her gaze to the ruby necklace that laid upon her shelf, the one that Margaux had gifted to her whilst she rested in the Cathalon Manor. The Barbanov then grasped her golden lorriane cross, whispering a prayer for Blanche before stating. "Though I was nie' there to comfort you in your time of need, and for that I am truly sorry." her voice began to break. "I make this Oath to you Madame Blanche. I will watch and care for Margaux as if she was my own kin. She will receive my undying protection, now and forever. I am truly sorry-" Nataliya murmured as she shed another tear." Good bye Madame Blanche, you were too good for this world." The Haeseni Princess then pressed her hands against the desk, standing up before leaving her room, to visit Cathalon.

Hola! doreebear here! This is my very first skin auction ever!

I've put up several of outfits I have made over the past several months so if you're wondering some look different that's because some are more recent than other :)

I will be doing actual moneys, USD,  because I am a broke college student and I need the funds :(

But I hope today some of you will spot an outfit you really like! today is gonna be a bit of a small auction I only have 6 outfits! 

(idk that may be big idk.) 

but I will be doing MORE in the future! so hold onto your hats and lets begin!

ALL BIDDINGS WILL START OUT AS 2$ USD!

the bidding will end tomorrow night at 7pm CST

(yeah im in CST suck it.) 

I will not be putting my payment info out publicly so please PM ME FOR THAT INFO BECAUSE IT IS PRIVATE!

ALSO! please no reposting on PMC! just because you bought the dress does not mean you take credit acting like you made it, I still made it!

if you have any questions my discord is doreebear#3218

I just wanted to make a quick little update! I can and Will refuse to sell a skin to a person. If they are a known skin stealer, frankenstien-er, post without credit 

or even just a toxic and hateful person whom I don't see fit to have my skins. I believe my skins should go to people who respect my work and respect others and myself 

as a person. 

Pretty In Pink! (FEMALE) 

(one of my first skins spare me)

Red Russian Sarafan (with blue cape.)  (FEMALE)

(this is also one of the first skins I ever made spare me.) 

Brown Winterfell (MALE)

 a Pretty Imperial Pirate! (FEMALE)

Russian General SIR! (MALE)

Robe crème a fleurs! (FEMALE)

Ay! Por Favor! (FEMALE)

Skin: Evergreen Shaw

Bid: 2$

Username: doreebear

Discord: doreebear#3218

Nataliya Reza sat in her bedroom in Freeport. The Princess would be seen curled up on her bed, her arms wrapped around her legs tightly attempting to comfort herself, after hearing the news of what had become of her two aunts. "Why?" She whimpered gently to herself before bringing her hand forth, covering her face as she began to weep. "Haense." she gritted through her teeth.

"Auntie Auntie! look at the frog I found da? isn't it- um- Magnificent!" the tiny princess stated proudly, finally able to use the new word her beloved Aunt has taught her. Irene, pursed her lips at the girl's muddied dress she was recently due to the others being destroyed by the same fate. However, Irene eyes soften. "Good Job Nataliya. you are finally starting to put those words to use." she responded gently, brushing The Princess Royal's hair out of her visage. "Da! . . I wish you were around more . . I am quite lonely . ." Nataliya muttered, allowing her head to drop. Irene's visage turned sorrowful. she then cupped her hand under the child's chin, lifting it before stating "You are never alone Nataliya, remember that." The Future Empress then grasped Nataliya by the arms, lifting her upward as she brought her into a tight hug. 

Nataliya wiped the tears from her cheeks as she muttered gently "I will end this. For Aunt Irene and Aunt Elisabeth" 

Nataliya Reza grasped onto her golden cross as she panned up to the sky, grasping onto her golden cross that hung around her neck. "You were a wonderful man, a gift from Godan himself and a blessing to Haense. Spasibo for being the kind man towards me when others shut me out." 

Fedosia Amador sat in her room by an open window, signing the lorriane cross. "He forgave me of my sins when I was a child. . . then offered me a cookie for it." she chuckled softly at the fond memory

Nataliya is ready to boogie woogie her trauma away.

Nataliya Reza sat at the foot of her bed, cleaning her onyx ferrum dagger with a dampen rag.

Heinrik, I have brought you a gift! The Haeseni woman revealed a box hidden behind her before offering it to the heir. "it is my gift to you, for how you will make this kingdom proud young one." 

The Haeseni woman began to pressed harder against the blade with her rag as she thought back on the memory, her eyes beginning to squint with frustration. 

The Prince's brows raised slightly as he gazed upon the beautifully made dagger, with his name engraved into it. "Spasibo Aunt Nat!" he smiled warmly towards her. "Will you be returning to haense?" he inquired in a yearning manner. 

A tear began to trickle down the woman's cheek as she pressed the rag harder and harder against the blade before accidentally cutting herself. causing her to wince before placing her index finger in her mouth. The Haeseni Princess panned down to the droplets of blood upon the ground before murmuring. "You are my blood dear nephew. . .  but this. . . will be hard to forgive.."

Nataliya Reza sat up in her bed in the Cathalon Manor, where she stayed to make a swift recovery. The wayward princess then spotted Petyr, resting in a chair beside her bed, fast asleep. she moved off the bed slowly, not wanting to wake her husband. she then glided out of the room, the wooden floor creaking beneath her bandaged feet before ascending up the steps to the nearest window. Nataliya felt the warm beams of the sun upon her healing visage. The Haeseni woman then grasped her golden cross that hung around her neck before shutting her eyes. 

"GOD! punishes the WICKED!" A voice cried in the back of her head, one of the false priests who condemned The Princess, calling her a witch.

The Princess then opened her eyes that matched her father's and the King's of ole'. her darkened brows began to furrow with anger. gripping onto the necklace tighter, her knuckles turning white as the blood left them moving towards her cheeks, flowing red with wrath.  "Hell hath no fury!" she muttered. 

(sorry for the comment being weird, the server messed it up when it crapped itself.)

https://youtu.be/rzDPk8tqwvQ

(listen to if you want dramatic music)

(please make sure to read the end of this post for an important MESSAGE!)

Ash In The Snow.

Nataliya Reza Barbanov-Wick's Execution, 5th of Jula and Piov, 1813

                    On a cool spring day, Nataliya Reza had agreed to accompany Lady Margaux Helvets on a trip to Haense, to visit her brother Ser Aleksandr and her Niece, Princess Katerina. Upon arrival as the two entered the palace, they were greeted by an empty hall. Margaux decided to stay in the palace and not test the climates of Karosgrad once again, so they made their way inside one of the ballrooms, where piles of hay had laid, as well as a lone guard, who appeared to be keeping tabs on it. Margaux seemed more than happy to speak towards the guard and converse to pass time, but the Princess stood silent. “Something’s nie’ right…” she thought to herself as she scanned the halls attempting to find what was making her uneasy. “And this is my friend, Princess Nataliya Reza.” The Haeseni woman then snapped back to reality, turning her gaze towards the guard before curtsying. The two women said their farewells, making their way out before being stopped by the guards and the king that stood in front of them. Nataliya’s heart dropped into her stomach, her weary blue gaze shifted towards Margaux, as the Lady Helvets introduced herself and greeted the King. thoughts began to race through Nataliya’s mind.” something definitely  is niet right…” The Princess looked to Margaux, watching her converse with the King before darting towards the two Knights that were shooting daggers in her direction. Liya cleared her throat awkwardly before a thought, a word, clear as day echoed loudly in her mind. “FLEE!” as if someone from above had planted that thought into her head. As the Reza was conversing with herself in her mind what action to take, her nephew, the King spoke. “Sir! What is the penalty of treason?” The guard replied. “Death, Your Majesty.” The King nodded once in approval. “Correct! Arrest her!” he pointed towards his Aunt. Nataliya visibly paled, taking a step back.”Vhat?!” she inquired in shock.”I welcome you back with open arms and you turn your back on me! And reside with the enemy!” the princess blurted out. “I am innocent! I am on a mission delivering Margaux to Haense!” “You are a part of the Ruberni alliance, and a traitor, TAKE HER AWAY!” Heinrik demanded before storming out. The Haeseni woman began to panic, squirming with fear before attempting to fight back.”Let me go!” she demanded. All this ensued while poor Lady Margaux helvets, stood and watched in horror as her friend struggled to break free between the Knight and guard;  before one sent his gauntlet to her temple, knocking her out cold. The Princess’s unconscious body would be carried out of the Palace as if it were a trophy of triumph, The Princess's body would be placed on the Pyre, tying her up before being slapped  across the face to awaken. Nataliya Reza woke up startled, dazed and confused before jolting as a man stood several feet in front of her. “How could this have happened? Who could’ve done this?” the woman thought to herself as the crowd grew. “I just wanted to make papej and my kingdom proud… now they’re condemning me..” “Nataliya Reza Wick, You are accused of committing treason against ve Krawn, conspiring with an Enemy of ve Koengzem I Haenseti-Ruska, aswell as practising the Dark Arts. All these actions break the Haurul Caezk. Do you deny it?” A familiar voice announced, a Vanir, whom Nataliya knew from childhood.  “My client denies it,” Konstantin WIck spoke up suddenly, looking regretful immediately as he moved up. “Haurul Caezk 302.02, Both parties will be given time to employ legal counsel,” he said as Alric pulled. “Are you a Jovenaar, Kortrevich, or an Actor?” The Princess then attempted to fight back and break free, alas, it was no use. The Haeseni woman panned out to the sea of people, spotting her Niece and Nephew, holding onto each other as they watched in horror, as their aunt was about to be executed for crimes she did not commit. But where was Franz? He was out of sight, not to be seen. She attempted to look for the rest of her siblings. Juliya was nowhere to be found, nor Aleksandr, for the poor Barbanov had been locked away though he was innocent as well. For the first time in her life, Nataliya Reza Barbanov felt truly alone. . . no one was there to save her from the predicament she was in, this time. No father to save her from evils of the dark, no Wick to take her in when she was casted out, and no husband to comfort her when she was mourning. . .

 However, Nataliya spotted her Uncle Konstantin, conversing with the King. “She needs a fair trial; you cannot just condemn her to the pyre without a trial!” The elderly man spoke, reciting the law to Heinrik and the judges. “Konstantin… Please! HELP ME! Save me PLEASE!” she wailed out like a frightened child, begging for her father to come save her from the monsters under her bed. Though the only monsters were her family and the people condemning her. The Knight who had assaulted her moments before their arrival upon the pyre, threatened to arrest her Uncle for demanding a fair trial. As the princess cried for help an uproar of shouts began. “BURN HER!” a man shouted. “She’s a voidal mage?! You’re condemning her for doing magic that is legal?!” one woman cried out. “She’s a scholar, a mage! She has helped us! Let her go!” Gretel, an acquaintance of Nataliya. “SHE’S INNOCENT!” another person cried out. “Yeah, let her go!” a daughter of a Ruthern cried out.”She’s a Princess! You’re burning your own kind?!” another child cried out. It seemed the tides had turned for the condemned Princess, she had won the hearts and majority favor of the crowd. ”TRIAL!” they shouted.  In the midst of the chaos, Her nephew, Heinrik became possessed by a spirit, turning the entirety of his eyes black, before speaking an unworldly language. “THE KEONG’S POSSESSED!” a woman shouted. “Don’t you see?! Your King is possessed yet you condemn an innocent woman to the pyre?!” Margaux cried out, pleading for the execution to be stopped. “I-it was her!” Heinrik pointed to his Aunt as he continued to groan and speak weird tongues. “Heinrik! It’s not her and you know it! Stop this madness!” The Queen Mariya, barked at her husband. One of the Knights stepped forth, lighting the Pyre as it slowly began to make its way to Nataliya. 

“The QUEEN DEFENDS HER! FREE NATALIYA FROM THIS FALSE PUNISHMENT!” Margaux cried out in desperation as she watched the scene play out, fidgeting with her lorraine cross. Then, a mage emerged from the crowd, using her water magic to put out the fire before being apprehended by a guard. “SAVE HER!” the people cried out in desperation as they swarmed like vultures towards the Pyre. The Princess became severely overwhelmed by utter chaos ensuing. Her Uncle fighting for her right to a trial, her tyrannical nephew shrieking nonsense before accusing her of it. and poor sweet Margaux, sobbing for them to stop the execution. it was pure chaos. . crows, haensemen, at each others throats like savages. The Princess's brows rose in horror as the forms of the people in Karosgrad began to morph into inferi. Nataliya's heart raced even faster than before, becoming panicked as she looked every which way. the area around her shifted into korvassa, fire and brimstone. torn bits of Haeseni and Orener carcasses across the battlefield. Her terrified gaze then darted towards Heinrik and his guards, though they did not have the form of them normal selves but of the Inferi, causing her to let out another terrible cry for help! Thoughts swarmed her mind once again continuing to panic, her mind in disarray before muttering under her breath. “Petyr.” Nataliya then began to sob once again, she realized that her husband, the Former Duke of Valwyck. Had no idea where she was and what she had gotten herself into. Petyr would come home to an empty room, with no wife to greet after a dreary day of meetings. An empty bed to fall asleep in, no mother to raise their son. “Casimir.” she muttered, the only child who had not abandoned her or Petyr. The only child that truly loved his parents. “Alexandria.” she stated, the only parental figure who had not given up on Nataliya as a child, for her unruly behavior. Treating and raising the small princess as her own daughter. “Rupert.“ one of the few fatherly figures she had left in her life, a barbanov. Who treats her as a daughter. “Aleksandr.” the only brother of Nataliya who seemed to have truly loved her, and would’ve done anything to protect her, who threw himself in front of a bear so that Nataliya would not take the blow, who begged Nataliya to stay in Haense whilst she was pregnant with her first born. Though she did not, due to fear of her tyrannical brother. “Mr. Rat.” the metal rat man that practically was her and Petyr’s caretaker from childhood. “Juniper..” one of Nataliya’s closest family members whom she saw as a sister. “Juliya. .” The youngest girl of the sibling bunch whom Nataliya was quite over protective with. "Aunt Irene." one of Nataliya's younger aunt who tutored her when she was young, and supported her decisions no matter what, even if they meant it ruined the Princess's identity. who was practically a supportive mother figure as well to the Haeseni woman.  “Uncle Niko, Margaux,  Limetta, Rahtol,  Aidevo, Blanche, Kaiulu, Rozalina, Kamila, mamej!” the princess then paused, from reciting all the names of the people who cared for her, befriended her and loved her. “Papej. . .” she panned down towards the screaming crowd, piling their way up towards her, before spotting the lorraine cross necklace that hung around her neck. The necklace that was gifted to her from Alexandria, during the time of her father’s passing. “This necklace is special, if you are ever feeling sad.. Just hold it and remember that your papej is watching over you, and protecting you.”

As Nataliya Reza came to, she began to struggle once again, using all of her might to break free, for she was not done yet. “You remind me so much of my brothers, Sigi and Niko, you’ve got their spirit.” the encouraging words echoed in the back of her mind, lighting the fire inside of her as she began to shout and struggle again “We’re nie’ done yet!” she muttered the Wick phrase to herself as the woman continued to fight with all of her strength!  One of the Knight’s found himself a crossbow. What seemed like hours, Nataliya still continued to struggle, yelling and shouting. . . as the Princess continued her pursuit to live another day, Ser Alaric had another plan. The Ruthern grasped onto the crossbow as he took aim. Maric Var Ruthern among mayhem spotted his brother aiming the weapon at the Princess, he then attempted to charge his shoulder into Alric to stop him. Though it was too late, Alaric managed to wrap his finger around the trigger, pulling it, setting the contraption off.  The arrow soared through the air silently above the crowd. . . before embedding itself into the Princess, making a sickening sound. Nataliya Reza Barbanov, let out a blood curdling scream before falling silent, her head dropping limp. . .

( https://youtu.be/yztBkPyIPZA )

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          Time stood still as the crowd went silent, they gazed upon the strong-willed princess, who now was silent. . . . . “KINSLAYER!” the crowd roared angrily. Konstanin made his way through the crowd, cutting the Princess down from the Pyre with his weary gaze; he then cut the final rope, before carrying the cold Princess in his arms. Turning to the crowd as he descended down the steps. Margaux  was infuriated drawing near to her friend’s body before speaking. “She will be returned to her true kindred. And word of this crime committed today is to be sent to His Holiness!” the Lady Helvets then panned towards Nataliya, tears filling her eyes as she grasped onto her own Lorriane cross. The Princess hung cold in her Uncle’s grasp, her arm dropping to the side as it hung idle.The golden lorraine that was gifted to her, rested on her bosom. As Konstantin Wick shifted adjusting his grip on his niece, the necklaces slid down, revealing a redden cross over her heart. It appeared that the golden pendant had grown quite hot, due to the flames of the pyre, accidentally branding the princess during her struggle. The Lady Helvets and Retired Palatine, made their way out of Karosgrad silently, leaving the chaos behind them and he did not look back. . . .  

. “Where are you taking her to bury?” a mysterious figure, hiding behind robes and a helm inquired. “To her husband and her true family.”Margaux Helvets replied “I see, my condolences, may Godan bless you.” the mysterious figure replied before moving off. The two continued their trudge through the stone pavement of Karosgrad before making their way to the Helvets manor. “I …” Konstantin began as the rain soaked him, reducing his ushanka to a wooly lump, but his words trailed off as he stared at Nataliya. He then abruptly dropped to his knees, half-dropping Nataliya. The old man began to cry. Margaux Renée knelt down as well, feeling the familiar sting of tears in her eyes as she looked over the pale and still body of Nataliya. She rose a hand to her mouth to muffle her sobs. “I … Nataliya …” he breathed. “I'm sorry … I - … I thought I had built something that would never allow this to happen ….” Her Uncle gently wailed as he clung onto her tightly. “I'm-.. I'm so sorry,” she croaked out. “Th-This should have never happened.” Margaux continued to cling to her cross, her knuckles were white. “D-do you know where her husband resides?” Konstantin inquired softly. “Oui in freeport. . .” Margaux replied in a hushed tone. The two continued to sob together for a moment over the Haeseni Princess, before returning inside the Helvets manor. A bird was sent to Petyr stating. “Lord Petyr Wick, I come to you with great urgence.  Your wife Nataliya was sentence to death in Karosgrad, to be burned at the stake, though her body is untouched, please come to the Helvet's Manor so that you may see her and that we may speak.”  As Petyr read the letter, his heart dropped into his stomach, darting out of his quarters upon his ship as he ran as fast as could to Freeport to find Sir Candle to assist him on his Journey. When the two men arrived at the Manor, Margaux ushered them inside hastily before taking them to the room where Nataliya laid. Petyr hurried over towards the bed, extending his hand to hers as tears formed in his emerald eyes. The Princess's body laid solemnly, the ends of her dress would be torn and burnt covered in soot, as one would move upward, her cornflower blue sash had been torn off her, as well as her sleeves. Right above her brows laid a giant bruise and  gash, as well as her lip being cut. Her visage would be covered in ash from the flames and the burning hay, marks of tears laid dried on her paled cheeks. Her wrists had bruising and cuts from when they were bound together as if she were an animal. Sir Candle scanned the woman’s body “She really took a beating, burned, shot at, bound. I detest torture like this.” “Seems the Kings in Haense only get worse. Why do this?”  The Lord’s eyes had not moved from his wife’s figure, he then gently squeezed her hand, fighting back tears, though one escaped, rolling down his cheek before landing upon Nataliya’s, that was covered in grime. “These last few generations of Haensers have been wretched.” Sir Candle stated. “Let's hope somebody does something about it soon.” Petyr expressed with a sigh. “They all need to pay.” Sir Candle muttered as he stood at the corner of the room, watching the two. “Da, I agree.” his frown deepened, he'd then wipe at his eyes for a moment, “Too bad everyone in Haense is spineless.” Several more tears streamed down his cheeks, landing upon Nataliya’s idle body. Petyr could not bear it, he panned upward towards the ceiling as he muttered a prayer. After moments of silence. . . The Lord felt something, panning down to his grasp with his wife’s hand. . her finger began to twitch ever so slightly. . . Petyr’s brows rose in shock, sitting on the bed next to his wife. Petyr moved his head closer towards her visage. He then heard in the faintest whisper. . . .“Help” Petyr shot up in surprise, Nataliya was alive!

 as a single tear emerged from her eyelid. “Please. . .Don- I'm innocent-” she muttered in her sleep it appeared she'd be having a dream. Petyr Wick offers a gentle squeeze of Nataliya's hand, hoping it might wake her. the scene faded as another began.

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        a small Nataliya would be seen in the dark catacombs of New Reza, being carried by her late, father Sigismund II. the child panned up before inquiring anxiously "papej? where are we going?" The Late King said nothing, continuing to run with her in his mechanical arms, she remembers the cold metal feeling against her skin, however. the feeling was comforting to the princess, the feeling of protection and warmth filled her heart. the two continued to run for sometime, The tiny princess then panned over her shoulder, spotting the tombs of Barbanov's before. as she turned forward once more she spotted a faint light in the distance, growing closer and closer before the two finally arrived. there stood her mother, Queen Viktoria Ruthern. along side King Andrik IV her grandfather, Queen Maya her grandmother, and their daughter's Princess Ameliya and Analiesa her two Aunt's that had passed so soon. The child blinked once towards the group as she opened her mouth to speak, she was soon interrupted by shouting in the distance of the pitch darkness of the catacombs. "GET THE WITCH!" "BURN HER!"  "TRAITOR!" the frightened turned back to her parents in fear. "I'm scared! they want to hurt me!" "Hush 'Taliya they will nie' do such a thing." her mother spoke reassuringly. the barbanov group moved silently towards the an empty marble tomb that read, Nataliya Reza Barbanov. the child became even more frantic. "niet! please! please do nie' put me in there!" the child fought back being placed in the stone cold. "I do nie' want to die! I want to stay with you!" she wailed, tears now streaming down rosy cheeks. Sigismund brought his mechanical hand upward, wiping the tears away. Viktoria stepped forth before answering. "You are a warrior 'Taliya, you are strong."  The child continued to rub her eyes. "I am nie'! I am scared!" Sigismund turned his daughters face softly, locking their matching gaze. "Da you are." commented Ameliya and Analiesa. "you stand up for those who can't! you speak your mind! you are strong! I've seen what you've done to those bookshelf's in my office." the barbanov let out a hearty chuckle with a gentle smile as the jeering still echoed in the background. the weeping princess then panned towards her grandfather and grandmother, offering them a saddened smile before they returned it. Nataliya looked back to her parents. "But I want to stay with you here. ." "it is niet your time my child. you must stay here, with your son, husband and the rest of your family. they need you more than you need us." The Princess sniffled before taking a deep breath, she then nodded. "I am ready." the barbanov group smiled warmly towards the girl before lowering her into the tomb. The Haeseni girl's eyes stared up at the group, tears continuing to flow. Viktoria turned towards the shouting as it drew nearer. "hurry!" Ameliya and Annaliesa stated with great haste. Sigismund and Andrik began to lift the lid, moving it over the little princess slowly. "Nataliya, remember. We love you. and there isn't anything we wouldn't do to protect you." Viktoria stated in a hushed manner. "G-good bye." the child whimper. "nie' there's no need for that. see you soon my little crow." Sigismund stated, finally closing the tomb shutting out the noise before silence.

       Nataliya woke up in darkness, pressing her hands against the lid of the tomb, opening it slowly as she emerge out. The princess peered down at her hands, that were now full grown, all of her baby fat had disappeared. She then took a step forth staring into a puddle, spotting her now mature facial features. Nataliya then spotted a lone torch hanging from the wall, she then grasped it as she made her way down the darkened hallway. after minutes of walking she then spotted a faint figure in the dark . .  “Uncle Konstantin?…”she muttered softly but the figure did not reply. “Petyr!” she called out, seeing if the person would respond again. but he did not. The Princess could feel her heart racing inside her chest before the figure turned around, showing itself  "p-papej . ." Sigismund offered her a warm smile in return. "Nattie, you've grown." The now Haeseni woman nodded in silence, attempting to fight back tears. "I-is this a dream?" Sigismund panned around the catacombs before peering back to his eldest daughter. "I assume so." "i-i have so much to tell you! so much to say!" The princess blurted out. "Da, but so little time." the King then frowned, her then cocked his head to the side. "You know, I see it now. . ." "See what papej?" she inquired softly. "People always told me that you looked liked me, I never saw it, till now. . "he chuckled ".I must go Nattie. . .you must go, back to your family, they need you. don't abandon them. . ." his smile soon faded into solemn look before wandering off into the darkness “Father please… Wait!” She wailed, Petyr began to shake her. Her eyes fluttered as she slowly began to awaken from the dream. “Be calm girl, you are safe now.” Sir Candle uttered. “P-petyr?” she inquired hoarsely “It's alright, Liya. You're safe, it's okay.” her husband stated in a comforting manner. Nataliya Reza threw her arms around her husband in a tight embrace, despite being injured.

But how? How could this happen? How did the Princess survive the chaotic execution? It had been a miracle from God himself! perhaps her father, mother and other family members who deeply cared for the woman protected her as well. For she was truly innocent of the crimes that were charged against her. suppose that necklace was truly special? . . . for it was a symbolism of her innocence and her

protection. 

(OOC)

 Hey guys! i just want to leave a paragraph here! for the past two years, I have enjoyed rping on this server, I have made wonderful and close friends during my time here. However as of recently i have been struggling to stay on the server, as you all know, I play the first born child of King Sigismund II and Queen Viktoria, Princess Royal, Nataliya Reza Barbanov, who was disowned in the fall of 2020. (i don’t remember the exact month.) After I was disowned, I received a lot of ooc hate, for making that decision even though it was my character and my choice! It felt like i was practically thrown out of a friend group for simply playing a character how i wanted too. I found it very disheartening to see members of a community turn against me  so quickly for doing something out of the norm on my character. I had struggled to stay content with the server during the time, losing people whom i thought were my friends. This time around my character has now been tried for treason and almost burnt at the stake because certain people who shall remain unnamed for the time being, metagamed information and jumped to conclusions and therefore throwing a lot of my rp future plans out the window. In addition to my character being executed, you’re probably confused and concerned about the outcome of the situation. Yes, she indeed did survive, no she did not get revived by the monks. If you’re thinking, oh well that's powergaming, nope, I have had this run by a GM and the Nation Leader of Haense, asking if it was okay this was the outcome! I was told yes. If you want to know how she survived, my pms are open and I can explain there, right now I  just don't want to make this message too long.  I am not going to hold any grudges because I try to be as forgiving as i can be, but the one thing I do ask is for the replies to be RESPECTFUL in the comment section, please keep things rply I do not intend to do anything to others oocly. Ngl I have been struggling with mental health issues ontop of balance college and LOTC, the least I ask and expect from you guys is heed and respect what I have had to say. I love you all and have a wonderful day! <3

PS. THIS INFORMATION IS STILL SECRETIVE! DO NOT METAGAME IT! SHE HAS NOT PUBLICLY COME OUT ABOUT HER SURVIVAL! FOR ALL YOU RPLY KNOW SHE IS DEAD!

(I apologize for the wonky colors and spacing my computer is a butt and won't work with me >:(    )

"The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies"

~The Godfather

some haha funnies!

redwall rp? bringin' back middle school memories!  +1 

           Nataliya watched in horror as Lothar was dragged to the railing without restraint. "We have to help him!" The Princess then cried out in desperation attempting to break free from Juniper's grasp "Nattie! please! he never cared about you or your family!" Juniper cried out as she kept her grasp upon her, beginning to shake her slightly to snap out of it. The Haeseni woman turned once again to watch the last Alimar plummet to his death. Several memories flashed back in her mind. Nataliya as a child would be seen sitting on the dais next to her father. Lothar would descend from the ceiling in front of them, on what appeared to be a rope and a grappling hook, holding a weird device or contraption. “Your Majesty! With this technology! I will usher in a new era of PEACE! FREEDOM! JUSTICE and SECURITY to my new Princedom!” Nataliya sat startled by the abrupt entrance of the Alimar, but highly intrigued at the same time for what he brought to her father.  Another memory came of the princess, slightly older, running around Helena without parental supervision. Lothar shifted his emerald gaze towards the child running. ”Woah there princess.” Liya stopped mid tracks, curtsying towards him.”Privej your highness!” Lothar simply dipped his head before raising a brow.”Privej young princess, where are your parents?” he inquired curiously. “Oh- uh- i escaped the palace by myself!” she nodded in a proud manner. Lothar’s raised brow then lowered before turning the princess about, ushering her along. “I see, why don’t you go back to your parents? I am sure they’re worried..” Nataliya then craned her neck backwards towards Lothar, offering him a warm smile.”Da i will!” one final memory came, when Lothar had entered the shop, Nataliya, about adult age at this very time. The time of her recent predicament of her disownment. “Ah, Your Highness.” he dipped his head in respect. The Haeseni woman offered him a weak smile, before it dropped into a frown again. “I- do nie’ go by that anymore. . . Your Highness. .” Lothar folded his arms behind his back before answering. “Yes, I heard. My apologies for your predicament, Your Highness.” The woman then opened her mouth to correct him once again. However she just simply smiled before inquiring, “Can i help you with something?” Liya finally snapped out of her day dream. Back to the frigid palace as she watched Lothar’s demise. The princess then opened her mouth to utter something under her breath. "He was just like me. . .just a poor soul who lost his papej. . . Godan have mercy on his soul."