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"Schwanau ist, Schwanau war…" a certain Treasurer would murmur to himself in Waldenian upon reading the missive over. Regardless, he continued on with his usual duties.

PENNED, SIGNED & AVERRED. 211 ARP ✦ • ─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── • ✦ ✦ MAISON D’AUCLAIR - DYNASTIE VALOIS ✦ ✦ • ───────────────────────────── • ✦ • ───────────────────────────── • ✦ FEAST OF GREAT HOPES ✦ • ───────────────────────────── • ✦ • ───────────────────────────── • ✦ ‘Beyond the Dark, into the Light’ ✦ • ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── • ✦ “ Honour, is our Laurel; Valour, is our Blade; ” Virtue but the hand, that wields them come the day. ✦ • ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── • ✦ Following the recent abdication of the honorable Lord Guillaume Auclair from his position as Viscount of Joyeuse, time has come to celebrate, both the achievements made during his tenure as well as the new times and flourishing hopes brought by his successor. Thus, a feast is to take place for the matter of this joyful occasion, for all Petrans who wish to attend. THE SCHEDULE: The Banquet. A glamorous selection of dishes and wines will be set out to the feast upon, alongside which a few words will be spoken by the Viscount. The Ball Following the dinner, the floor shall be laid open for dancing, waltzes played by the finest musicians for the invitees to enjoy. The Game For a fitting conclusion to the feast, a game of Musical Chairs will be prepared, of which the winner shall be awarded a grand prize of 50 mina! THE VENUE: The event shall take place in the spectacle hall of Joyeuse on the 7th of the Sun’s Smile, 212 ✦ WRIT & PENNED BY • ───────────────── • THIS EXCELLENCY, Jean-Baptiste Auclair, Viscount of Joyeuse, Baron of Rhénanie, Grand Treasurer of Petra

The young Lord Auclair would take a look at the missive, not smiling as much as he normally would at such news due to other reasons. In either case, a faint grin would appear upon his countenance regardless. "Merci, Caz. Merci." The man would state for himself, taking a deep breath before offering a single, determined nod, making his way to the city's town hall. "Well! Those taxes will ne collect themself pas on their own.."

The elfess went to sign the parchment. It was clear that while her handwriting was well practiced, her signature was not at all. regardless, the name stood sound and clear: Ju

PAX IN SCIENTIA 13th of Javier's Justice, 115 D.R. THE NEW SCHOOL OF VERÓNICA La Restauración de la Escuela The School Having been founded by Lord Demitrey Denodado and Pedro Fontesar, the original School of Verónica served its people well in bringing knowledge and education to their children, allowing them to thrive and prosper. Now, under the direction of Lady Marcela Denodado, the restored school hopes to offer the new generation of Hyspians the same, if not better opportunities than their predecesors. The Staff The children shall be taught by the following teachers in the coming subjects: Marcela Denodado - Music and Etiquette Alejandro Denodado - Mathematics Joseph von Berkhoven - Alchemy Basics Ser Revekka Murietta - Medicine Ser Nicolás Murietta - Hyspian History Kaal-Lûk - General History Yrmshik Fiyem - Common Language Arvel Tou - Self Defence The Lessons Finally, the first lesson of the restored school will take place the month after this missive is issued, with it being a mathematics lesson by Lord Alejandro Denodado POR EL BIEN DEL PUEBLO, THE HONORABLE, Marcela Annika Nuria Denodado, Viscountess of Banderas, Baroness of Sevilla, Maestra de la Música

TEACHERS NEEDED For the School of Verónica It has been a long time since the School of Verónica offered its last lessons. Though with the new generation of children, it is the aim of the new principal, Lady Marcela Denodado, to promote education and knowledge to all, and thus the help of specialists in different fields is needed. With that, teachers are needed in the following fields: - Language - History - Mathematics - Medicine - Etiquette Should you be knowledgeable in one or more of the aforementioned subjects (or any others you would like to teach at the school) do come in contact with Lady Marcela POR LA GRACIA DE DIOS, THE HONORABLE, Marcela Annika Nuria Denodado, Viscountess of Banderas, Baroness of Sevilla, Maestra de la Música

THE SOVEREIGN STATE OF HYSPIA FOR THE PEOPLE OF OUR NATION Issued on the 3rd of Laurelie’s Piety of the year 114 D.R. Long enough has the Hyspian nation gone without an anthem to represent them, their people and their pride for their culture and customs. Though those days shall now come to an end, as the Courtly Arts from la Corte de Girasol now present the brand new national anthem with the name ‘VIVA HYSPIA’. Composed by the Maestra de la Música, Viscountess Marcela Denodado, the piece was first introduced during the first court of Her Royal Highness. Xiomara I and shall henceforth continue to be used in other official occasions. May the notes of this anthem make the Hyspian people proud of their nation. VIVA HYSPIA! DIOS LOS BENDIGA, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Xiomara I, Sovereign of Hyspia, Duchess of Pacazu, Baroness of Arenisca, Del’mar, Monterro and Campagnon, Lady of La Dorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk, etcetera. THE HONORABLE, Marcela Annika Nuria Denodado, Viscountess of Banderas, Baroness of Sevilla, Maestra de la Música

The new viscountess, Marcela Denodado, takes a look at the missive, takind a deep breath and nodding once "So much to do..."

A certain musician would smile down from the seven skies, wondering how time became this fast

A certain elfess, known to the bride as Ellie, would take a look at the invitation with a smile "Wahey, if it is ne my favourite princess" she commented with a soft chuckle, her expression then softening as she set her gaze on the horizon she viewed from a cliff from Vortice "I can ne wait" she added more softly

As she was asked about her zodiac, the infanta's lady in waiting took a look at the missive and went to read the peacock's paragraph. "Oh hey, looks like I'm lucky this month" Commented the elfess with a smile, which remained as she narrowed her gaze somewhat "which means I get to do risky things!" @tadabug2000

"I'll be there!" Exclaimed a cerintain high elf lass as she read the missive, seemingly quite excited to attend the festivity alongside her best friend

Libera Me [!] A Portrait of the late viscountess during her younger years It was a normal day of Snow's Maiden when Lady Annika Denodado and her elven friend Naexi were getting ready to go on a little trip. They had gone on similar adventures before, going to see fields of flowers and interesting sites. This time around though they would go somewhere more exciting, somewhere more exotic. Thus they said goodbye to those around them, got on the horse and rode away. Little did they know about the dangers that lurked in the place they were about to visit. Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna in die illa tremenda. With that, after quite a journey on horseback, the pair arrived at the forest near Nor'asath. They observed the nature around them, the giant mushrooms, the flora and fauna. Nearly everything in that place was nothing like what they knew from back in Hyspia or Haense, a place so exotic yet so peaceful at the same time, so intriguing yet so calm. Should they be allowed, they would have stayed for a little while to enjoy the beauty of the place, yet something behind the bushes would soon make sure that that was not the case... Tremens factus sum ego et timeo, dum discussio venerit atque ventura irae, quando coeli movendi sunt et terra. Their enjoyment was short-lived, however. Before they even had time to react or otherwise retreat, they were already surrounded by no less than six wolves. Each one more hungry. Each one more eager to devour the pray they had surrounded. The elfess gave one of her spare daggers to her friend for her to defend herself, though it would not be an easy fight. They both knew. Thus the beasts began the attack, one by one at first. After some initial successes on Naexi's side, it was clear who had the advantage in the situation. Not a long time passed before they had essentially lost the fight. The viscountess laid on the ground while getting practically devoured alive by the savage animals, all hopes having left her. Dies irae, dies illa calamitatis et miseriae; dies magna et amara valde. It was only the sound of a hunter's horn in the distance that managed to save them, causing the wolves to run away, back into the woods. The only thing that ran through the former houseguard's mind was to get Annika, who was still laying there, bloodied and barely conscious, back to hyspia. Thus, by pure will, she managed to drag her onto her horse despite her own injuries, starting their journey back. After riding as fast as the steed allowed for they finally arrived at the sovereignity's clinic, where the aging woman was taken care of by her daughter. Yet, her body was nearly completely covered in wounds so even if the medic managed to treat some of them she continued to loose more and more blood, little hope remaining. Requiem aeternam, dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis. The clinic was getting more people than it should, yet someone who was especially justified to attend was Demitrey, the beloved husband of the dying woman. Indeed, regardless of anything that had happened in the past years, she still loved him like the first day, and she would continue to do so forever and always. he took her hand into his as their daughter hopelessly continued to treat her never ending wounds. Her gaze was set on his as her energy continued to slowly fade from her until the moment she ceased to breathe, having the man of her dreams be her last sight. Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna in die illa tremenda, quando queli movendisunt et terra, dum veneris judicare saeclum per igne. Libera me

A Single Heiress A Calling for Suitors [!] A portrait of Lady Maria Denodado To you, whose heart aches and burns from the lack of a partner, a grand opportunity shall be opened, as the heiress to the viscounty of Banderas is single and, what is more, ready to mingle. Having recently reached her twenty third birthyear, she has found herself to be one of the few in her generation with that status, which caused the search for a potential suitor to be proven difficult. It is for this reason that House Denodado urges all respectable, preferably noble, single men to present themselves, as one of themmay become the future Viscount. Should you be interested, send a letter to Viscountess Annika Denodado (ooc: Lokvank) with the following format: Name: Age: Height (optional): Nationality: Nobility/Commoner:

Viscountess Annika Denodado the mother of the poor lass, would not sleep that night as she wondered, worried and griefed over where her child may be, or if she would return. Regardless, her hope did not falter.