Lokvank

[!] 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

"Huh?" Josef Ludovar would tilt his head in slight confusion upon taking a look at the missive. "BORSA!" he'd exclaim as he turned towards Johann Ludovar @Raijen Stars shortly after "Did anything happen to the orphanage vy founded?" 

deserved tbh

Character name: Gustaf Sigismund Morovar
Works: 

"Deryzcz" - A piece for string quartet meant to represent a last hope during times of war

For Alicja

[!] Those who enjoyed wandering around the palace might be able to hear a piano melody every once in a while, especialy if they were situated near the ballroom. Although it was not a piece like any other that the musician would usually perform, but one charged with emotion and, unfortunatelly, sadness. 

May they be aware of it or not, they were listening to a piece that the performer, Gustaf Sigismund, had composed for his daughter Alicja, who had passed a few years back.

A Ludovar-Ruthern Wedding

10th of Msitza and Dargund, 410 E.S.

Lord Josef Ludovar and Lady Analiesa vas Ruthern on their wedding day

Marriage of Winter's End

 During the cold months just after the war had settled down, Lady Analiesa had returned home to karosgrad,  Lord Josef found himself in deep conversation with the blonde lady in the tavern on a regular basis. Over time the two continued to meet and soon fell into the glorious path of love under the eyes of godan himself as they had come to the final decision of marriage. Who knew the cold days of winter could bring such a warmth of young love.

Invitations

To the peerage of the Kingdom of Haense:

His Royal Majesty, Sigismund III, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his pedigree

His Grace, Rhys var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his pedigree

His Lordship, Johann Ludovar, Baron of Otistadt and his pedigree

Any friends of those wedded

Specific invitations

Her Royal Majesty, Emma Katarina, Queen of Hanseti-Ruska.

Her Highness, Nikoleta Barbara, Mistress of Wardrobe.

Her Highness, Anastasya Isabell, Duchess of Valwyck.

The Queen's Council of Hanseti-Ruska and their pedigree.

His Serene Highness, Frederick de Joannes, Prince of Sedan and his pedigree

Signed,

His Lordship, Josef Aleksey Ludovar

Her Ladyship, Analiesa Vasilia vas Ruthern

~The Wedding shall take place on Monday (January 31st) at 5:00pm EST~ 

~after the Haense Remembrance Day Festival~

13 hours ago, Armod said:

From the halls of the Ghaestenwald, a young Page would saunter around towards the rooms of his parents, reading through the missive with a expression of worry, though he would have smiled at the thought, he would continue to read through the missive, repeating it's words in his head, opening the door to the room of his parents as he then spoke to them, "Have Vy read this? Are we going take a trip to Savoy?" He would then ask them. @Althea_ @Lokvank

"Hmm, ea suppose we could travel to Savoy sometime, da. Although we should be careful on the roads" would reply Gustaf Sigismund to his son with a nod as he scratched his chin "Ea'm niet really sure of the relation between that and the missive though" he'd add

"Looks fun! Ea'll try to attend" would affirm Josef Ludovar with a single nod and offering a smile as he read over the missive

A BATTLE OF BALLADS

Jula & Piov, 410 E.S

[!] An illustration of previous Haeseni bards, depicted in an oil painting, circ. 376 E.S

To all musicians of the Kingdom, 

May this missive stir some greater musical force within your soul. Hear faint tinkling's of notes, dashes of accents and trills, the striking accompaniment of chords reverberate in your brain as you scan these words. For it is here announced that A BATTLE OF BALLADS shall take place in Karosgrad’s theatre. 

Contestants will stand before His Lordship, Gustaf Morovar and Isabella Decaden to be judged on their musical performance. Be it singing, instrumental, or otherwise… all are welcome! 

Of course, there can only be one winner. The lucky musician will gain the prize of a rare, hand-carved violin trophy - to display in pride of place, as reflective of their talent. They will also win, alongside the award, 100 mina! 

No need to sign up, just show up - with vocal chords rested, and fingers spry and ready to pluck and press, in order to dazzle the judges.

Signed, 

His Highness, Gustaf Morovar

((OOC))

Thursday January 27th 

5pm EST

"What? Is he here now?" would comment Vulmon Heidan from the Seven Skies as the one he had held for an idol practically since he joined the HRA, as it was formerly known as, arrived there as well

Josef Ludovar would not have heard of the news regarding his brother and his (ex)wife yet, perhaps having other personal topics in mind

"Oh! A nephew!" would exclaim Josef Ludovar upon reading the missive, acting surprised even though he had already heard of the news

"Well well, ea wonder if ea should participate in the snow fight." would comment Josef Ludovar as he read the missive with a smile, scratching his chin "If ea do, at least ea'll make sure that my handsome face does niet get hit!"

"Such a dobry little melody" would comment Gustaf Sigismund as he listened from the distance while scratching his chin, a small smile being visible on the musician's face "Ea might adapt a version of it for the piano, sometime..."

"Well well, ea really wonder how many people will faint because of how handsome ea am" would comment Josef Ludovar with a chuckle ras he read over the missive "Although this does look like a perfect opportunity to impress people with my beauty!"

Vulmon Heidan, the fallen soldier, wonders if he'll go to the Seven Skies after his death, even though he wasn't a believer in his lifetime.

"Well well, ea wonder who'll niet be betting for my win." said Josef Ludovar with a little chuckle as he read the missive "Ea mean, is it niet obvious already that ea am the most HANDSOME?"

"Ea'll be sure to attend, borsa" Said Gustaf Sigismund quietly with a faint smile as he read the announcement before sighing "Ea wonder when the time will come for me to imitate this action" He mumbled to himself, unmarried.

Full Name: Vulmon Heidan

Date of Birth: 1594

Place of Birth: A forest in Axios

Race: Wood Elf

Gender: Male

Address [If not applicable; N/A]: Crown Avenue XI

Imperial Census Completed, [Y/N]: N

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/189457-imperial-census-1757-1767/

Status of Blood [Nobility, Gentry, Commoner, Former Nobility, etc.]: Commoner

State your purpose for enlisting: Have a job, improve fighting skills

OOC

Username: Lokvank

Discord: Lokvank#0066

MCname: Chunguipungui_

Character Name: Vulmon Heidan

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