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"Ea promise from now on ea will be there for vy?" The fifteen-year-old Nikolai didn't believe this statement, but he did not have much of a choice left. Vladrik and him were so far apart in their understanding that they only got around by arguing, and his sister Emelya only grew more insensitive the longer she trained with the knights.. All he had now was Vasilia. So he hugged her, and accepted this promise even at face value. Nikolai loved his sister, as he did all of his siblings the older he grew.. But vasilia was different because to him, even though he was the youngest Kortrevich, he felt as if he was the oldest by how he took care of things. Vasilia found herself in trouble often, whether it be her views or actions, she always found herself garnering looks or thoughts that would be relayed back to the viscount.. or in the company of morally lesser people. As tiring as it was in the midst of his own hectic life, he did his best to mediate it, to talk to her, to put his life out on the line for her. That was what brothers were supposed to do, so that, no matter how he felt over one situation or another, was what he was to do. In the end, despite his cruel words and harsh lessons, it was true that Vasilia and him were the closest. As things settled down, he never really got the chance to tell her he was proud of her.. How she evolved when she had her sons, or how caring of a mother she was. The Viscount now laid in bed, still besides the rise and fall of his chest as his body recovered from his attack. He was unaware completely of his youngest sisters death, and of the fact his eldest brother was now bedridden, death making its way to him as well. In the Aviary sat his sisters last words to him, something about going to look for her son. That letter would remain unread for however long it took, a sad thought for the man to eventually awaken to.

The incapacitation of Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich. [TW! Light description of a stroke] [!] The sun as it sets on the day of the coronation. “Well, ea think besides the chaos, it all went relatively well..” Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich smiled down at his youngest children, Inessa and Vladrik.. After the coronation, while the others had gone inside to prepare for dinner later that evening, the viscount decided to spend the evening outside with the two. It was a wonderful afternoon anyway as the air was cool and smelled of the new age to come with his majesty, Karl III as their new king. “Vy know.. Ea vas about vyr age when the Koeng's papej had his coronation. Give or take a couple of years, back when vyr Hauchpapej was still alive, ve all had gone in a group together then like we had today..” The three sat on the grass in the gardens, Inessa sitting in front of him as she listened to the story. In Nikolai’s lap sat the newborn Vladrik, who listened intently to the conversation between his father and sister, but registered none of it. “Really? Vy must be really really old then Papej” Inessa innocently said, a playful smile forming as she laughed at her own teasing. “Niet THAT old, but yam getting there..” Nikolai shook his head softly at the comment.. It was true, he was getting there. Nearing his forties, which to some still might be relatively young, but to the Kortrevich, it was only further indication of time’s speed. “So one day, when yam old en a mommy ea can tell them that ea went to his majesty’s coronation when prinzen Georg es crowned?” Inessa reached down to pick at the grass below before the young girl moved to stand, wandering around the open garden as she spoke to her father “Ea want tae witness all of the coronations, all the people, en the food, en the joy-” Nikolai cut her off with a chuckle, reaching down to carefully hold the hands of his infant son as he answered her back. “Ea hope vy get tae witness plenty, et would bring me much joy..” The man glanced up to watch his daughter play around the gardens. He was thankful he could give her the life she deserved, a carefree childhood.. Or so he hoped. He knew better than anyone that not everything is in your hands, but he and Esmee did their best to provide for their children. This was the love he had wished for all his life. He felt pride in his family, and the life he had built so far with his wife, even if it was not as flashy as some of the others his fellow peers had created. He and his family were happy, healthy, and doing their best - that was all Nikolai could ask for. Something began to feel wrong though, the growing headache came quickly and he furrowed his brows at the pain, wincing at the discomfort.. He began to feel as if part of him had fallen asleep, and in his panic, he attempted to reach for the infant in his lap with little success. Inessa turned to her father from her playing to see something wasn’t right. “Papej.. Are vy okay?” He opened his mouth to answer her but a jumbled mess of words seemed to come out slowly. He would have raised his only viable hand to gesture to the infant below him. The young girl ran to pick up her brother before she took a step back, horrified “Mamej..” she called once before calling for her one more time as she turned to run towards the keep Theodosya would have made it to the keep as soon as she possibly could and just in time.. Though the Viscount was out, the medic was able to treat him the best she could.. despite the steady breathing and the stable flow of blood, Nikolai seemed to continue sleeping peacefully. The Surgeon General explained to the Viscountess that he would wake up in time, though they were unsure of when that might be. Pray to Godan that it be soon.

Nikolai Mikhail looked over to Sigismund for the first time ever.. The young boy had been stuffing his face full of bread in the attempt to avoid whatever dinner was being made in the kitchens earlier that day. It was disgusting, but to Sigismund, it would mean the world since it indicated the approval of his marriage to Jan's youngest sister, Emma.. But sat right next to the toddler was the prince, Sigismund the III. Even at nineteen, he was tall and intimidating to the boy. He carried himself with grace, as any good future king should.. Sigismund looked down at the quiet boy at some point and smiled.. "And who might you be?" "Nikolai" The toddler answered sheepishly.. The first words they ever exchanged. Simple, but even now Nikolai remembered them like it was yesterday. _____ Nikolai found out the king was passing through Vladrik.. Oddly enough. Time gone quicker than he wished since then. He was lucky enough to spend time with the Koeng one last time, truly, until it was over. Dinner at Jerovitz, just as it had begun. He watched the Koeng throughout the night; the way he looked around, or gave advice.. reminisced on stories. He even called for Nikolai to take a walk with him at the end of the night; Sharing heartfelt words that the viscount needed to hear, offering some back as best he could through his mourning, his fear. Finally, it was over though, and they made their way back to the gates.. He watched his Sigismund and Emma called for their horses and prepared their leave. He watched as Sigismund looked over the keep with glassy eyes, and at last, he watched as Sigismund said the last thing he ever would to Nikolai "Dravi, Lord Kortrevich" "Dravi, Aedypapej" Nikolai said in return, holding his own daughter in his arms now as the royals left. _____ Nikolai sat in his families cafe after the duel between the koeng and Ser Walton.. The lord drank some vodka in quiet as he collected his thoughts. He did smile softly through his tears.. He figured, this hurt something awful but he was thankful because out of all the loss he had experienced.. He actually got to say goodbye this time, and he could not wait to see Sigismund again one day.

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Nikolai would totally cry violently into his invitation, remembering how small Klara was and how quickly she had grown. He looked down to the triplets at his side who watched him with much confusion as he sobbed.. Their judgmental gazes only made him sob more.. "P-Please do niet grow up this quickly Esfir, Papej will have a heart attack, truly." Esfir thought her father was a loser, or she would if she knew what was going on.

The Boy and His Bull The Death of Shortcake [!] A painting of Shortcake. Just like any other bull, Shortcake Kortrevich’s life began as normal as it should. Born on a small closed off farm somewhere, though it did not matter much. His life started simple, he would awaken, graze, and run around.. Answering to his keeper, who unlike Nikolai, was much larger.. His eyes of blue flame and his stature towering over all. He was good though, gentle enough to the animals he kept. The small calves' routine stayed the same for a couple weeks or so, before he found himself in the arms of his keeper.. Settled within his master's large feathers, the warmth of the creature's body kept the unnamed calf warm as they ventured somewhere up north. Eventually, when the vulture man came to a stop, Shortcake was placed before a five year old boy of blue eyes and black hair.. His accent was much different than anything the small animal had heard prior. What was odd about the small human, the calf noticed, was the blue scar that rippled bright above the child’s right eye. “Here you go, as promised” The voice of the creature spoke as a lead was tied around the calves neck, the other end being handed to the small child. The child, who would later introduce himself to the calf as Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich, nodded up to the vulture with an excited gaze. He had given up a lot for this animal, but he was just a child who would know little of the consequences for his trade. At the moment though, he did not care. He had obtained his cow! Just what he wanted, and the malflame scar that sat on his face now mattered little in the span of it all. This unnamed cow was his and that was all that mattered. “Lord Nikolai..?” The voice called out from behind the doors of his room, the knocking accompanying the sound. He opened his eyes and laid there in bed for a moment longer in silence before the voice and it’s knocking came again “Lord Nikolai..? Szam, but ve think et es time.. Ve vill be waiting for vy en the stables..” The footsteps of the unknown maid were heard as they left the hall, and returned downstairs. Nikolai, sometime after hitting his twenty-eight nameday, watched as Shortcake slowly deteriorated.. Twenty-three years that cow had lived in Nikolai’s care and here, after all this time, he would now watch as the cow passed. Shortcake was in pain, but Nikolai made sure his last couple of days were comfortable. Slowly, he stood from bed and got dressed in his favorite suit. It was his fathers, a white furred maroon cape with a black suit, yellowish gold buttons adorning the piece. He knew it would be a hard day, so he dressed the part as he descended to the barns within the gardens. Nikolai remembered the moment he got Shortcake.. It was horrific despite his prize. The child had just wanted to explore some, venture from Karosgrad like the grown up he felt he was. His brother and sisters could do it, and Emelya was training to be a Dame one day. He was strong, and nobody could tear the young Kortrevich down… until he realized he was lost and the wind that carried the coming blizzard picked up. He had food with him, and his coats were more than enough to keep the young lord warm so in his quick thinking, he found safety under the overgrown roots of a large tree somewhere near the Rimevald”s edge. Unfortunately for the Kortrevich, he had been followed. Stalked by a creature that would sit within his mind for possibly the rest of his life. It blocked the child's exit, grabbing his small head with talons that could do their job quickly should the monster wish.. Instead, he spoke to Nikolai It asked him for his soul, and said it would not hurt… What the child got from the discussion though was that he could have taken this trade, offered the monster a part of his soul in exchange for something. Strength, an item, anything he wanted.. Or.. He was smart enough to figure that if this thing wanted his soul, it’d have taken it by force anyways. “I want a cow” Nikolai said quickly, no hesitation in his answer. “A cow..? Is.. That all?” The thing asked in question “Yep.. A cow” And just like that, the creature, confused in its entirety, took the little boy out from his spot and walked him back out towards the main roads as the storm settled, and somehow, at some point, sent him home with a cow just as small as the child was. He took the best care of Shortcake, and in turn, Shortcake brought the boy solace through his life.. Shortcake sat there happily as the child would crawl into haystacks when the inferi nightmares kept his nights sleepless. He felt as if he protected the Kortrevich that fed and loved him so well. Nikolai woke up every morning to tend to the animal. Brushing him, feeding him, bathing him, talking to him.. All of which he did out of love, and in the times when his father hid him away from the world due to the blue scar that illuminated his face, Nikolai’s only friend had been and stayed the bull that grew with him. In return for the strawberries and kale, Shortcake offered the attentive listening and company that the boy needed in his younger years. The bull saw it all.. He listened as the child ranted within the barns about Isabel’s brash behavior or the pain he went through when he lost his eye to the malflame once more. Once again, he would crawl into the hay at the age of ten to escape the nightmares.. He listened to Nikolai gush about the Mondblume, or express his fears and concerns on the arranged marriages. He watched Nikolai pace back and forth before the decision to leave home settled with him and complained little when Kortrevich brought him to Lubbas keep.. He listened to the boy express his thoughts on letting Isabel go, or the anger that he felt over it all; The anger that bubbled within him when it came down to those who manipulated him, the anger over losing his father, the anger from the irrationality of his siblings or how badly they listened or cared. How much he hated Margot and his brother at the time, or how sparse time with Vera became after she took up being a ward of Sigismund.. Shortcake watched it all. He watched as Nikolai grew into a man; the excitement that came from him as he was awarded new jobs, as he planned the wedding that fell through.. He watched as Nikolai grew into a father figure, his focus on the growing family that finally refilled the halls of Jerovitz with laughter and voices that kept the Lord a little less lonely like he was when he was a boy. Shortcake sympathized with the grown man as he crawled back into the Haystack to violently sob over the bull, tears falling for the Mondblume who he still loved so, and had to just help lay to rest, still covered in her blood. Shortcake watched the man live on, through the ups and downs, and never once did his care falter. Nikolai still loved Shortcake as much as he did when the bull fell into his care. He provided Shortcake his own love, Strawberry, the cow gifted to Isabel Mondblume up until her death where the two cows were reunited in Jerovitz with all of their kin. The bull lived his days happily, and never worried about a single thing At last though, Shortcake would watch as the farmhands around him tended to the area quietly until Nikolai walked into the barn. The lord kneeled before the twenty-three year old bull, reaching to scratch under his chin that he seemed to have trouble holding up now.. Nikolai’s heart ached as he watched the bull attempt to look up at him before feeling too tired, and settling it back down on the ground below. Over the next hour, Nikolai would sit on the floor before the animal.. Speaking to him quietly to relay recent news that he hadn’t time to tell the bull over the last week. Laying items down like the replica plushie that Isabel had made for Nikolai of the bull, or the last cape Jan wore before his death. Eventually, one of the farmhands settled a hand on Nikolai’s shoulder to let him know that the time had come to allow for them to let the bull rest. With a heavy and shaky inhale, Nikolai would have nodded with tears in his eyes as he placed a hand on the cows head and through hoarse words, managed to let out a simple goodbye. “Spasiba, bud..- Ai? Spasiba for staying with eam as long as vy did and through all that..” And within minutes, Shortcake's head laid on the Lord's lap never to lift again by itself. The man found himself quiet for the rest of his day in silent pain until the news came hours later that some stalls down, the lady mondblume's cow, Strawberry, died as well. It came as a shock to Nikolai, this detail that some would find so small.. But it brought him a sense of peace to know that who he considered to be his best friend did not leave on his own, to be so fortunate to have passed with the one he loved as well. Nikolai thought only few could be so lucky to have led a life like Shortcake, and still left the realm in the company of another. The day finished slowly, and despite it all, when Nikolai finally got to rest for the next day, he had found that for the first time in twenty some years, he had slept as peacefully as he ever had.. How odd.

The New Era Of The Bull The Triplets of House Kortrevich 2nd of Jula Ag Piov, 421 E.S.. The housecall for a medic came early in the morning as the rest of the kingdom slowly began to rise for their day. Whispers that a birth was taking place within the viscounty, a blessing for the House Kortrevich. Lord Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich and his wife had been preparing for this day for many months, and with Esmée bedridden the last few, they pair had considered the possibility of twins. Toys, clothes, and rooms were all purchased and made in advance by the ecstatic first time parents; Finally the children were due to arrive. After much time at Esmée's expense and Nikolai’s bedside worry, the medic would have announced the gender of the first born child: A baby girl. As the gender of the second baby was announced as a boy.. The couple would have celebrated quietly, both at Esmée’s hard work and the birth of two healthy children. During this, a housemaid would have taken the babies to prepare them for the parents to see before a surprising announcement took place. It would seem that their celebration came too early, as the viscountess and the medic began to panic amongst each other. After some time of this, the medic would finally reveal to Lord Kortrevich and his wife the gender of a third child: Another boy. After Some time, the medic would have returned to Karosgrad with some missives written up by Nikolai, and each read; “A year or so after the Union between Nikolai Mikhail and Esmée Gabrielle, House Kortrevich is proud to announce the birth of triplets. That includes the arrival of the first born child to Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich; Heiress to the Viscounty of Krusev - Esfir Amelya Rose Kortrevich. Alongside Esfir were her younger brothers, Anton Otto Rique Kortrevich and Matviy Artem Rahoul Kortrevich. It has been many years since House Kortrevich has been awarded so greatly by godan. I am most confident that these three will bring the brightest future to our house and much honor to our name and those who came before us.” Penned By, The Honourable, Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich, Viscount of Krusev, Baron of Koravia.

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One of the smaller Barrow girls sat in front of a dwindling fire, opening and closing her tiny little hands to try and gain warmth from the dying flame.. "You know what would be so good right now?" She asked to the toy duck plush at her side. It didn't answer "A miracle person to bring me sticks and things to fuel this fire. Yes yes. that would be so nice.." A knock came at the seven year old's door, causing her to shoot up from her spot as she realized the duck would not be the one to greet the guest for her. As she opened the door, there the ugly courier was with the missive that came in stacks to trail the never-ending titles.. She screamed loudly, a horrifying sound "OH GODAN! ..... MY MIRACLE!" Liliya said afterwards before happily going to grab the papers from the thing and slamming the door in it's face. With a quick turn of the heel, she ran back to her fireplace and stuffed friend, throwing the missives into the fire which now roared wildly. She'd be warm for the rest of the night!

Nikolai Kortrevich was so glad that he had eyes again so that he could read his cousins poems.

Nikolai Mikhail smiled, pleased again that Kortrevich was mentioned but once.. and more specifically, his name not mentioned in specific at all. The lord drank to this.

Rhaella Othan Ashwood would read over this missive.. Her tired gaze reading over the words as she felt the paper between her fingers. In truth, she had cared little about anything in recent years. The once lively 'ker princess began to fall in spirit and will, and with finishing the quick read, her hope as well.. She held little thought to the Mali she had spent years around, and wished for nothing but to provide for her children and lay in bed.. A truly depressing existence, never ending... For the first time in a long time though, she had felt something. A spark ignited once more within the woman as she set the paper down on the fur blankets below. This spark was shame.

"YAM GLAD EA CAME TO SEE THE LAST HOUR OR SO OF THE EVENT CAUSE- OH MEA GODAN" Nikolai Kortrevich said as he burst in through the doors of Jerovitz, calling out to those within the keep. "A riot, truly!"

Nikolai moved to take the missive from Esmée carefully as he looked it over.. He was never a fan of weddings, but he smiled brightly regardless and nodded, remembering when Amicia had been born and seeing her prepare for such a step in her life as an adult. "Aye, ea would love to match."

The Princess of Nor'asath heard whispers of the return of this young Mali'ker... Her heart skipped a beat with the news. It had been so many years since she had heard the name Veris Velulaei'onn. She paced around nervously in the R'ikarth clan hall as she thought of what to do or what to say to the young man. The one she had abandoned. Even if she had done it for his own safety, would he have understood that? She loved Vaeril and Veris like her own, she wished she had gotten more time with that.. However, she would just need to figure out how to take that first step in their direction again. On the other end of the continent though, a woman of pale eyes would hear similar whispers. A Velulaei'onn.. settling in the remnants of the city originally build by those of her blood. It had been a long time since she considered herself Yl'asath, Velu'asath, or any variation.. Perhaps if time permitted, Lilia Velu'asath, now Chen Lilia, would find her way home.

Nikolai Kortrevich's familiar, Jonathan the Crow, read out the words on the missive in whispers to the Lord as he paced around the keep.. "Ah- So Firr Iulius is now a Royal Alderman-" Instantly, at the news Nikolai burst out into a series of happy yells in the comfort of his own home "WOOOOO YEAH BABY! THAT ES VHAT EA HAVE BEEN WAITIN FOR, THAT ES VHAT ET ES ALL ABOUT, WOOOOO!"

AULIC COURT OF THE KINGDOM OF HANSETI-RUSKA Krawn z. Galbraith 10th of Msitza ag Dargund, 415 E.S. Jovenaars Lord Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich Prosecution Lord Palatine, Lord Eirik Baruch Defense Major Robert Galbraith Testimonies Lord Marshal, Lord Johann Barclay Lord Palatine, Lord Eirik Baruch Major Robert Galbraith Nikolai Othaman THE FOLLOWING CHARGES WERE BROUGHT AGAINST THE DEFENDANT; V. Let he who attempts or conspires to commit a crime be guilty of Attempt, to be punished as if they had committed the crime itself. VIII. Let he who harms another outside of battle be guilty of Assault. XII. Let he who intrudes on the land of another, be it fief or building, be guilty of Trespass XV. Let he who conspires to bring harm against the Crown, Royal House, or the Kongzem be guilty of Treason. XXVIII. Let he who belongs to a foreign military or organization enacting law or will on Haeseni land be guilty of Invasion. THE FOLLOWING CLAIMS WERE BROUGHT BY THE DEFENDANT; The defendant, Robert Galbraith, admits guilt to all crimes proposed. THE FOLLOWING IS THE RATIONALE FOR THE DECISION FROM THE PRESIDING JOVENAAR; Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich delivered the opinion of the court: The defendant is found guilty for all charges claimed due to the defendant’s own admission of guilt. - Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich was unable to deliver his opinion on the topic of punishment as the defendant had committed suicide during the ruiling. It is so ordered.

JEROVITZ POETRY SLAM For the last several years, Borris Iver Kortrevich has taken it upon himself to write poetry, pushing it out to the people. In pride, House Kortrevich has decided that in order to properly celebrate the young lords accomplishments in the arts, that a poetry slam would be a wonderful idea in the attempt to not only promote the art within the household, but as well as encourage others within the Kingdom to try their hand at it as well. The event is to take place within the Jerovitz foyer. Each person with a poetic piece they would like to present will do so up on the foyer stage in front of a panel of judges. As the pieces are presented, the judges will give a score based on the creativity, structure, and overall artistic value of the piece. Once all the pieces have been presented, the judges will pick a first, second and third place winner. The first place winner will be awarded a 150 mina prize, the second place winner a 100 mina prize, and the third place winner a 50 mina prize. Regardless of whether or not one placed in the top three, everyone who presented their poetry will be given the opportunity to have their piece published if they so wish. OOC

Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich settled in the tavern with a drink, very pleased with how the day had gone thus far. As he finished his drink, a letter would arrive from his friend Edith Hope "Lord Nikolai, Do you happen to know a Ser Erwin Bishop from Haense?" Odd, he thought. He had just had dinner with his friend, Bossir Sigmar Mondblume, which at one point the topic of the Bishops had been brought up in passing. Erwin specifically, and how much he had helped both men through their years. He smiled some as he responded, though unsure as to why she would even ask. His walk out from the tavern began.. The returning letter was a little more unpleasant. From Edith came... "Well, He was just hanged here in court, I am letting you know so the family can be notified" He paused then, his gaze settling on the words as he stood in the middle of the empty town square. The timing could not have been better, as he reached the end of the letter, in came a rush of men, holding the body of Ser Erwin Bishop and... Another. He stared at his friends for a long while before he found that his little cousin, no more than eight, had found his way to the Lord's side.. In tears just as any child might be. All Nikolai could think to do was question why the men were where they were.. He picked up Borris and the only thing that came from the mourning man was simply.. "Let's go back to Jerovitz, Mea boy"

Earlier this saint day, not two hours prior, Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich sat back in his seat at the table of the dining hall within Jerovitz. Before him sat his cousins and sister Emelya, as well as Sigmar Mondblume, his sister Theodosya, and August Barclay. All company he enjoyed, It had been a long time since he saw this many people at that table, and it had been a long time since he saw that many Mondblumes in one place at a time. The topic of discussion for this dinner? To discuss the Betrothal of Sigmar Mondblume and Nikolai's sister, Vasilia Reza Kortrevich. A fine match, both lords thought. Good for their families, a new bridge to be built that would last years to come. The dinner had gone so well, and the longer he sat there talking with Sigmar, the happier he was for the man. Soon a marriage, and soon to be knights. The Mondblume lit up when discussing how close he was to his last trial. An impressive feat, and one Nikolai respected. The dinner ended, and Nikolai let off a sign of relief. He quite liked the Mondblumes. Always did, and now here he was.. Excited for his sister to help Sigmar raise a new generation in his bloodline. It had been a good day, those didn't come often. -- Nikolai read through the letter in his hands. Erwin.. How unfair. What Edith Hope didn't tell the Lord Kortrevich was that Erwin was not the only one. He watched as the men passed him with Erwins body in hand, laying him in the dead center of the square... Then they announced the passing of Sigmar Mondblume. That couldn't have been right. This was a cruel joke, surely. It must have been! Nikolai just saw Sigmar.. Not mere hours ago.. He was just in Jerovitz. Laughing and eating dinner, discussing his future with the host. Nikolai's eye didn't fill with tears, there was no time to process the death of one person he considered a friend, let alone two. Especially not when he realized the young Kortrevich at his side.. A boy who was too young to have to experience the death of others the way he has. All Nikolai could do was pick Borris up, and take him home. In the quiet dark of his room later that night, where he mourned and thought over the saint day... All that he could think was how tired he was of watching the Mondblumes die, all of their lifeless bodies settled in his mind. People he loved, respected, and knew. That poor family. Godan was so cruel in his choosing

FEASTING AND GAMES 12th of Tov and Yermey, 411 ES The painting would depict the Kortrevich triplets in their youth, playing hide and seek within the walls of Jerovitz. Their mother Tatiana watching over them, adorned in the colors of their house, circ. 385 E.S. [!] A missive would be sent around, stamped with the Kortrevich wax seal… “To the citizens, friends, family, and allies of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska You all are formally invited to the County of Jerovitz for a feast, followed by a game of hide and seek.When I reflect upon my early childhood spent within the company of my siblings, I can only recall that such games brought us closer. I wish to stir up some of that childish delight once more. The beautiful halls of Jerovitz have settled in dust and silence for far too long, so I ask you all to join me to witness a new era for the House Kortrevich." The itinerary for the day is as follows… FEAST This feast will be the first to come. Everyone in attendance will gather to listen to a speech from the Lord Kortrevich present. Following will be a meal, prepared and served within the dining hall of the keep. As soon as the meal is over, the games will be set to begin. THE GAMES The first game will be led by the children who are in attendance. The seeker will be chosen at random and the time allotted to find everyone within Jerovitz will depend on the number of those who attend. If the seeker finds everyone, then they will be awarded a mina prize of 50! Everyone who still has not been found when the time ends will split a prize of 100 mina (Or 50 if only one)! Then there will be a second game, everyone who is in attendance will be allowed to play. It will work the same as the first game, except instead of one seeker- we will elect two. If the seekers find everyone, they will be awarded a mina prize of 100! Everyone who still has not been found when the time ends will be awarded a small mina prize as well. Signed, His Lordship, Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich OOC: