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The Count Colborn was only able to read over the missive after sitting through an excruciating hour and a half in the clinic, being treated after the attack on the square previous. He was already in a poor mood, and this only made it worse.

☼ The Balianese Fashion AuctioN ☼ ☼☼ ISSUED BY THE ☼ Procurator and Palatio Curadora ☼ ON THE 6thh OF Malin's Welcome, 83 B.A. Since the publication of the Destimentum Balianum by the Palatio Curadora, both the Procurator’s Office and the Palatio Arancione have deemed it necessary to ensure that the people of the Kingdom of Balian and Aevos as whole have the ability to purchase such outfits. As such, this auction of Balianese Modes has been crafted to resolve such, to ensure this is complete. Beneath is the fruit of Balianese Labour, outfits that may be bid on via letters to the authors of the La Subhosta, Lord Rhys var Ruthern or Princess Sibyl Gwyneth. All bids must be 25 mina or more than the original price. The auction will last seven saints days. ✧────────────⥼☼⥽────────────✧ ⥼ Lemon and Lime ⥽ Worn by Princess Royal Elena Starting bid: 100 mina ((made by marsllol)) ✧⥼☼⥽✧ ⥼ Teal Traveller ⥽ Worn by Princess Royal Elena Starting bid: 100 mina ((made by marsllol)) ✧⥼☼⥽✧ ⥼ Red Wine ⥽ Worn by Princess Royal Elena Starting bid: 100 mina ((made by marsllol)) ✧⥼☼⥽✧ ⥼ Raspberries and Cream ⥽ Worn by Princess Royal Elena Starting bid: 100 mina ((made by marsllol)) ⥼ Summer Frolic ⥽ Worn by Princess Royal Elena Starting bid: 100 mina ((made by marsllol)) ⥼ Rhenyari Spring ⥽ Worn by Wooden Model Starting bid: 100 mina ((made by teeylin)) ⥼ Emerald Gown ⥽ Worn by Velvet Model Starting bid: 75 mina ((made by Sapphirepool)) ⥼ Balianese Workman ⥽ Worn by Wooden Model Starting bid: 25 mina ((made by tadabug2000)) ✧────────────⥼☼⥽────────────✧ Lasts 7 OOC days Bid format RP Name: Discord: MINA Amount: Make a new comment for each bid, do not edit previous comments! Her Royal Majesty, ANDROMEDA ESTER OF BA’AS, Queen-consort of Balian, Countess-consort of Monteres, Viscountess-consort of Pompourelia Eflen and Anatis, Baroness-consort of Brucca, Valens, Malenos, Goza and Ciavola, Lady of Portoregne, Atrus and Monterosa, Warden of La Costa Rubinissima, Protector of the Heartlanders and the South, etcetera Her Highness, MISCHA OF ILLATIA, Princess of Haense, Duchess of Greywyn, Countess of Florentine, Palatiodora of the Palatio Arancione Her Royal Highness, SIBYL GWYNETH, Princess of Monterosa, Duchess of Atrus, Curador of the Palatio Arancione HIS LORDSHIP, Rhys var Ruthern, Vice Procurator of Balian, Vizio Medico of the Clinical Society of St. Julia, Archivist of House Ruthern

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Sergio cannot help but laugh aloud. "Su Majestad. . have you seen this? Banishing all Hyspians for one man's alleged actions? And the perceived slight of their people when they came to us begging for land. . This is absurd. Absurdly funny," he remarked, clapping the Viceroy @Wavey on the shoulder.

Rhys sees the middle name of the first child and weeps.

Cassian found himself penning a letter to his cousin in response to the missive.

"Viva Hyspia! Viva. . Qalasheen?" A young boy chants, uncertain of the new terminology.

Sergio loves Alexander, in a platonic way. "VIVA HYSPIA."

The young Count Cassian sat in his new office, situating the furniture to his liking. He glanced over the abundant stacks upon stacks of papers on his desk with a heavy sigh, the previous night's conversation weighing heavy on his countenance. "Time to get to work."

Rhys will not be in attendance.

MC Name: teeylinRP Name: Arman de PelearPersona ID: 79678

Rhys var Ruthern, an actual doctor and the partner of this crazy self-proclaimed one, tears through the house screaming mad. "Not another ******* LOBOTOMY."

And they were roommates

"Viva Hyspia," chant Arman and Sergio, in unison.

The People’s Exhibit Issued from the Office of the Procurator 12th of Horen’s Calling, 78 B.A As We settle into the new Balianese seat of power along the Rubisima Coast of Aevos, the Crown seeks to celebrate the rich cultures of our citizenry with a fashion exhibit to showcase our People’s exquisite taste and history. The Crown calls upon its esteemed tailors to participate in the exhibit. The Office of the Procurator sees fit to host a Royal Auction in which any subject of the Crown may put forward their work for sale. Any tailor whose piece is bought at auction shall receive thirty percent of the profit, whilst the remainder shall be pledged to the Crown. Those who wish to take to the stage as a model or proffer their own garments for sale in the auction are encouraged to send a bird to one of the officials listed below: I. Her Royal Highness, Sibyl Gwyneth [HIGH_TRANS] II. His Lordship, Rhys var Ruthern [teeylin] III. Segnora, Annette Roelle [xxRetro] Ave Balian! May its economy be ever fluid. Signed, HIS EXCELLENCY, Sir Ephrem Kervallen, Viscount of Tuvia, Knight of the Order of Saint Michael, Minister of Finances & Procurator of Balian. Templar of the Archangel Michael HIS LORDSHIP, Rhys var Ruthern, Vice Procurator of Balian, Vizio Medico of the Clinical Society of St. Julia, Archivist of House Ruthern Her Royal Highness, SIBYL GWYNETH, Princess of Balian, Countess of Senna, Curador of the Palatio Arancione SEGNORA, Annette Roelle, Mistress of the Wardrobe of the Palatio Arancione

Cassian makes note of his cousin's newest publication, storing it away to pour over later. "I'll make sure vyr shelves are filled, Kus."

Cassian peered over Ilya's shoulder as he read. "That'd be a dobry business opportunity, komyn."

Lothar Baruch bundles up, preparing to assist his step-father with the task.

Brendell is rolling in his grave

Rhys glances over the paper announcing his cousin's children quickly, one thing catching his eye. "Dear GOD, Vik, a ten pound baby? And another one on top of it. . ."

Cassian fist-bumps Mikhail as the missive is posted. "Gudi job, kus."

Arman de Pelear readies his weaponry, his mother's warning of 'NO VIOLENCE' ringing in his ears. That advice was locked behind a door with the key thrown away, now.

A man in sunglasses and flip-flops looked down from the Seven Skies down at his daughter. He was so proud.