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Va ve Kongzem va Hoonse For many years, we have served the kingdom of Hoonse happily. In that time, we have had so much fun, and made many friends. With the coming of new times, however, changes must come as well. The new generation of our kingdom’s youth is upon us, and with it must arrive a new administration of the children’s independent kingdom. Therefore, with the release of this missive, your koenas and koeng hereby pass down the mantle of rulership to your chosen palatine and grand lady, now elevated to koeng and koenas of Hoonse, Aurik and Beatrice. May they serve the kingdom well, and reside over its prosperity. I am excited to see what they can accomplish. Jan Nikolai Kort, Former Koeng of Hoonse Celine Bishop, Former Koenas of Hoonse

"Uhh, what?" From the Seven Skies, a certain Josef Ludovar, the last husband of the late lady Analiesa, would raise his eyebrows slightly and blink as he saw his wife arrive at that place "Why are vy here already?" he would ask slowly as he tilted his head "Ea thought vy'd..." without finishing the sentence, the Lord would close his eyes as he shook his head, offering a smile as he returned his gaze towards her "eh, it does niet matter, it's dobry to see vy again" he mentioned with a little chuckle "well, ea guess it's our time to be the mot beautiful looking people around... this place, for a while, at least..." he would add jokingly. Or was he joking?

From the Seven Skies, a certain Lord Ludovar would wipe off the single tear that had left his right eye upon seeing his children grow and grow, faster than he would have ever imagined "Ea know, ea should be there..." he would comment quietly to himself before shaking his head, sighing softly "But ea was taken away early, way too early... And ea'm szam about that..." After his little monologue he looked for the nearest mirror to see if looking at himself would make him feel better

"They were bing born soon, nie?" would ask the elder Morovar musician Gustaf Sigismund contemplativelly to himself, unfortunatelly having missed the birth of his new grandchildren due to his travels "well, ea shall make sure to love them all equally" he would remark with a little chuckle

Dlum Koeng, Dlum Karos For King, For Honour It had already been a few months since the passing of the late King Sigismund III onto the Seven Skies. Bitter, mournful, sorrowful months which the old musician used in order to compose a piece, one to honour him, to praise him, to thank him fot the certainly good reign he had fulfilled as the ruler of Hanseti-Ruska "Krusae Zwy Kongzem" could be heard quietly from the mouths of each of the performers upon finishing

Hamish Kortrevich, one of the poet's children, would be a newborn and therefore unable to read the poem. Therefore he would politely request to his parents to be fed by crying loudly, as expressed in the beautiful poem @lalosia@tcs_tonsils_

As the deceased Josef Ludovar admired his own reflection on a mirror from the seven skies, he would frown slightly as he noticed a familiar figure behind him appear on it. He turned around slowly, carefully, not wanting the figure to be there for when he completed the motion. But there he was, Johann, his brother who he had enjoyed being with so dearly, who he trusted, who he loved. He would then lower his head slightly with a few small nods "Ea missed vy, borsa" he stepped closer in order to give him a hug "but that does niet mean ea wanted vy to come here this early, vy should have have had a longer and happier life." he would quietly add

"He does niet deserve vy..." would mutter Josef Ludovar as he read the missive from the seven skies with closed eyes before clicking his tongue, though then letting out a little chuckle "well, niet as if ea could do anything about it anyway"

Josef Ludovar would frown as he sensed his favourite twin enter the gates to the Seven Skies, although he'd approach her, offering a small smile "Vy went far, Marie, more than ea would have ever" he'd state before placing a hand on her shoulder "well, now that vy're here, what is knighthood like? Do vy think ea would have made for a handsome knight had ea niet ended up, well, here?" he'd ask as he chuckled a little

With a smile as wide as rarely seen on him, Gustaf Sigismund, the paternal grandfather of the newborn, would amusedly take a look at the missive "Ea shall attend, of course" he would then assure with a firm nod.

From his darkened room in Ghaestenwald, Gustaf Sigismund would read over the will with a plain expression. Whether he had expected this from what he had been told or not was up to debate, although what was clear is that, despite the strange way it was written, the elder recognised his own name in it "There is something to be done" he would mutter to him self after letting out a deep sigh

"Ooh, flowers!" would exclaim Celine Bishop, a child who was known by some to be obsessed with flowers, upon hearing the news of a festival about the very topic she so much loved.

Gustaf Sigismund would sit upon the piano stool within the walls of Ghaestenwald as he played his favourite piece on the instrument, the piece that he played for his wife for the first time thirty years ago, the piece that would remind him of those times for eternity.

Upon hearing the news of her parent's divorce, the little Celine Bishop could barely do anything else than cry, cry tears of despair, tears of sorrow, tears of uncertainty about the future, all while hugging her favourite shark plushie. Despte firmply believing on the power flowers had to cheer people up, she did not manage to have it work with her case. Thus, with slow, dreary steps, she would leave her room in Excitor and look for her best friend, the one who would surely be able to make her feel better. @Koraito

"Huh?" A deceased Josef Ludovar would tilt his head from the Seven Skies as he saw his favourite jousting mate approach "Ea did niet expect this…" he’d utter as he shook his head, placing his left hand on Milo’s shoulder thereafter "But tell me, where have vy been? Did vy find anyone as handsome as me there?" He’d ask with a little chuckle since he had not seen his friend in a long while, even before his own death

"They do grow quite fast, do they niet?" would comment the aging father of the groom, Gustaf Sigismund, upon reading the missive with a faint smile. Shortly afterwards he'd set it, along with his newly acquired reading glasses, on the table, letting out a sigh as she sat besides his partly paralized daughter.

"Auguuust!" would exclaim Celine Bishop, the treasurer’s favourite twin "Ich can help du! Ich have a lot of flowers we could sell!" she would suggest

Within the keep of Ghaestenwald, Gustaf Sigismund sat besides his partly paralizad daughter while reading the missive with a faint smile "This conflict continued for too long" he commented, kissing Valeska’s forehead thereafter "but it’s over now, finally"

From the seven skies, the deceased Josef Ludovar would let out a soft sigh, offering a faint smile as he looked down to his dear Family "She's grown. Quite a lot" he'd comment "Big borsa's wedding feels like it was yesterday!"

"Ich want to join too! Ich want to make friends to get flowers with!" would excaim Celine Bishop upon taking a look at the missive with a wide smile on her face

Filled with sorrow and worries, Gustaf Sigismund, who was the father of the poor young lady, would decide to remain besides her for the time being. Barely able to eat or sleep due to his fears and concerns, he’d not find the motivation needed to compose new pieces and would therefore sometimes play an already existing piece for her, hopelessly wishing for it to help her with her condition

Since the day I met Kirsty, practically every bit of rp and also ooc interaction has been quite a lot of fun! She’s a really kind and nice person and, to this day, she remains as one of my best friends I’ve ever met on the server :) She really deserves this one

Well, I’m not French but you asked about people from Spain as well, so here I am! :) Regarding your question though, I unfortunately haven’t rped all too much outside lotc, and therefore can’t tell much about Spanish speaking rp servers and communities, sorry about that.

[!] A painting of Josef Ludovar -=+=- There once was a young lad, one with many hopes and dreams. Youthful and handsome man, or so he's said to believe. Joined the force, that with pride, finally something to do. Fighting was his lifestyle, but was that actually true? -+- Some years had quickly passed, he didn't find happiness. recent events had clashed, heart was sorrow and darkness. Though the day would arrive, days of sadness were no more. There his hope would arise, found what his sould needed for. -+- Joy he finally found, joy that nothing could excede. Though it wasn't allowed, for that romance to procede. Therefore he had to choose, a decission to be made. Though whichever he took, there were still the past mistakes. -+- Union in Godan's eyes, though his wish was not fulfilled. Tears arriving at nights, due to precious time he spilled. Outerly he'd seem well, though his heart said otherwise. Be it the skies or hell, he'd accept it once he died -=+=-

"Hey, would vy look at that! My niece's getting married!" would exclaim Josef Ludovar excitedly with a wide smile on his features upon receiving the invitation "Wait... how old am ea...?" he'd then ask quietly to himself, still rememering quite clearly those times when his favourite older brother got married