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ISSUED 10TH OF GRONNA AG DROBA OF 527 E.S.
Penned The Black Company Scribes
Founded by Rhys var Ruthern I, Count of Metterden over two centuries ago, the Black Company has stood the test of time being one of the longest-lasting and well-known vassal levy’s within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. Since its founding of yore, the company has expanded past its simple levy duties and branched out into trade and entrepreneurship, the creation of Black Company Trading as a mercantile shop and now The Hammerhead, relaying continent-wide information to the Haeseni people.
Within the last year, the Kingdom of Haense has been subject to a string of attacks from the spawn of Iblees, Frost Witches! These craven women appear in a normal, pale form of a female, although within they are a heinous creature - abominations of the world. Their ability to manipulate ice and snow has increasingly threatened the Northern Kingdom. One of Haense’s own, Firress Amari Morozov-Tabbris was attacked within the refugee camp of Morteskvan though she was healed with care. Should anyone come across these villains of ice, the protection of fire and aurum will keep you safe and give you an advantage in a fight.
Should anyone find suspect a Haeseni citizen of being one of these abominable creatures, be sure to report your concern and evidence to the Lord Marshal Rickard of Vidaus or Cardinal Villorik, Patriarch of Jorenus so an investigation may be conducted.
An artist's rendition of the Karoswood of Haense.
Without warning and on a random afternoon, the White Comet was called to assist Pontiff Caius I during the capture and arrest of the formerly named Haus Weiss within the city capital of Numendil, an international criminal with apparent darkspawn links. Through cunning and alchemic means, Haus was disconnected from his brewing magic and lead to the Holy See in handcuffs where the clergy voiced their opinions on how to handle the man.
For now, the location and status of Haus is unknown, though all may rest assured that he is in the capable hands of the White Comet. Any further updates will be disclosed at a later date.
Wzuvar ag Byvca
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Jula ag Piov
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Vzmey ag Hyff
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Grona ag Droba
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Tov ag Yermey
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Msitza ag Dargund
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Joma ag Umund
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[!] A sketch of a crow perched upon a branch.
With Mistress Ingrid
The Wopperklaw may be a curious sign, though it is recommended within this moon cycle, those associated with this sign remain cautious of the unknown. Shadows linger in the dark and the Wopperklaw may be even more susceptible to tricks of the light. Albeit difficult for this sign, it is imperative that loyalty to those close are maintained. Marital troubles may be more common. Practice breathing and meditation indoors and away from the prying eyes of nature.
Unlike its starsign ally, those falling under the Crow will find themselves in luck! The Crow's acuteness to wisdom is even more important. The sage advice of the Crow will be more specific and impactful this coming year. Be attracted to shiny objects and welcome days of rest while your luck is still in favor. Beware the color green as it may distract you from what is important and your purposes for the moon cycle.
Lord Karl Weiss of Novkursain & Lord Davyd Colborn of Malkovya
[!] An investigative artist's rendition of the Great Pipeweed Plume of 527 E.S.
Just mere hours after a bill proposed by the Lord Marshal Rickard of Vidaus on the banishment of drugs passed through His Majesty's Royal Duma, the Grand Prince of Kusoraev himself was caught with a bundle of suspicious pipeweed affiliated drugs and intoxicants. As punishment for his dealings, Queen Nataliya herself ordered Prince Marius to apologize publicly to the people of New Valdev and cast away his drugs into a flaming pyre. . .what happened next might shock you!
As the drugs were burned, all those who found themselves within Aleksandrplatz overwhelmed with a high so potent, several claimed to be seeing flying cows. One such citizen was the young Lord Davyd Colborn. We asked several questions of young Davyd about the event and what exactly the young Lord experienced:
The first question of our investigation into this potent plume was to ask what Davyd remembered of the incident, his response being, “I do remember. The world was spinning, and for a moment, I could have sworn I was a dragon riding through the sky…”
“Until it happened, I had never once considered it a possibility. . .I shall never approach a pyre again. STAY AWAY FROM PYRES! I saw a young Ludovar burn his entire hand, thinking the flames were a woolen carpet. HIS WHOLE HAND!"
Here at The Hammerhead we have heard many sides to the story, many of those including what people saw during their high-flying experience, namely floating cows and floating daemons, though Lord Colborn had a unique experience of his own.
“I can barely describe it; one moment, everything was normal, and then the next, everything was made out of wool, changing from whites to blues, pinks, and the various colors of the rainbow. Everything was so soft. . .what are the sheep made out of? A voice called in my head and told me they are made from cows. COWS! It made no sense and all the sense at the same time!"
When questioned on the recent bill passed by the Duma in regards to the banning of drugs, Lord Colborn gave his approval, though a follow up question exhibited an interesting reaction:
“Are you with the BSK? You know that if you’re with the BSK, you must tell me, right? I don’t do drugs, and everyone knows I don’t do drugs; ask Svetlana! She can VOUCH for me! I do not permit you to search me unlawfully if you’re from the BSK. That means you can’t search my body. That’s what the law says!”
While we await the assent of the Crown on the ban of narcotic drugs, we appeal to the Haeseni people to remember the core values of our faith and our nation's morals. Should you come in contact with anyone in the business of selling these drugs or in possession of them, we urge you all to report to your nearest Brotherhood Officer.
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Barrowmount Mining Permits
Calling all those who seek entrance to the mines of the Barrowmount! The abundant presence of daemonsteel (OOC: Netherite) found within the caves of Artzov has welcomed in a prosperous fortune for those who have gained entrance to the mine. Should any wayward wanderer or ambitious entrepreneur seek passage into the mine found within the Duchy of Vidaus, they needn’t do more than seek out the Duchess of Vidaus for a permit.
Contact: Tatiyana vas Ruthern, Duchess of Vidaus.
Following the Coronation of our newly crowned King Ivan VIII and Queen Nataliya, there was very little rest our monarchs took to reinstate a new government along with a string of reforms. Electing a new Palatine (Ivo Radovanic), Lord Marshal (Rickard var Ruthern), Lord Speaker (Heinrik Amador) and Lord Treasurer (Mikhail Colborn) it is without doubt that the Crown is riding with the momentum of their Coronation.
After some urgency petitioned within his Majesty’s Royal Duma, the Edict of Cleansing (524 ES) has washed away the mechanical plague which once held the town of Waltonburg within its Owynist claws. Named Lord Protector by the Covenant of Man, King Ivan has continued on his quest to stand firm and rid the realm of evils. Furthermore, we await even more news to come from the newly constructed palace and look forward to this new reign.
Krusae Zwy Kongzem!
NEUVE CO.
Located just at the entrance of New Valdev, Neuve Co. is a quant stall offering a limited amount of wares which include hand crafted jewelry items as well as gilded weapons which stand out amongst the crowd. After perusing the stalls offered good, we at The Hammerhead happily endorse this business as this edition's Crown Street Spotlight.
With a large range of items, the possibilities are many. Perhaps you are a wayward knight in search of a ceremonial blade but your far off maiden desires a jewel. Well you are in luck! Pick up a Sapphire Halo ring and a Standard Denodado Glaive and fight your way back to her.
Nueve Co., Stall IV.
Following an arrest of the prolific drug dealer by the name of Magnolia the Magic, newly initiated Brotherhood troops returning from an oath hunt found themselves face to face with a big - also known as a Sprite! Capturing the interest of the Brotherhood, soldiers began to investigate and interact with the creature, its wings buzzing the creature out of the air before it was promptly grabbed and captured by one young Marus Weiss!
Upon the capture of the bug whose name turned out to be Bug, the knowledge that even touching a sprite will cause infertility! It was just after the news of this curse that Marus Weiss flew the sprite away - who was then kidnapped by an unknown woman and taken into the depths of Little Midden. Results of the investigation of the sprite’s whereabouts and young Marus’s curse remain pending.
The Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. Our home. Our way of life; but this doesn’t come free. All over Aevos, darkspawn and evil-doers are spreading their power over the continent. Our kingdom could be next, unless you make the most important decision of your life.
JOIN THE BROTHERHOOD OF SAINT KARL.
Prove to yourself that you have the strength and courage of a true northman. Make friends and represent the best of what Hanseti-Ruska has to offer. Become part of something larger than yourself. Become a hero. Become a legend. Become a brother.
FEATURING NEW UNIFORMS!
Sponsored by Ser Rickard of Valdev
Endorsed by the Brotherhood of Saint Karl
SpoilerThank you to all who helped write! If anyone wishes to have a piece in the paper or an advertisement feel free to send me a message!
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Issued 12th of Joma ag Umund
526 E.S.
Just as the moon turns in phases, so too do the generations of children as they make their transition into adulthood. It has been sixteen years since the birth of the newly-risen Duchess of Vidaus, Tatiyana Josefina vas Ruthern. As such, the Ruthern tradition of the Rostig Tourney shall be invoked in celebration of Her Grace’s name day celebration. Hosted by the Duchess herself, a grand competition will be undertaken and held within the grounds of Castle Morteskvan.
To open the festivities, a joust shall be the crowning event of the day, with knights and nobility of the realm encouraged to test their skill upon the tourney grounds with the hopes of impressing all those in attendance. As per the traditions of Vidaus, the name-day celebrant shall participate alongside all entrants, to prove herself worthy of the Barony of Rostig, the title held by the firstborn heir to the House of Ruthern. This competition shall be followed by a series of one-on-one melee bouts, so that men and women alike might show off their prowess in close-quarter combat.
All citizens of the Dual Monarchy of Hanseti-Ruska are welcomed to join and participate, as well as the Kingdom’s allies. Honorary invitations will be sent out privately.
Her Grace, Tatiyana vas Ruthern,
Duchess of Vidaus, Countess of Metterden, Viscountess of Greyspine, Baroness of Rostig, Lady of Morteskvan, Lady of Barrows, Matriarch of All-Ruthern and Protector of the South.
His Excellency, Ser Rickard of Vidaus,
Marshal of Hanseti-Ruska, Lord Regent of Vidaus, Knight of the Order of the Crow, Champion of Vidaus.
SpoilerSunday, April 28th @3:00 PM EST/8:00 PM GMT
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Sat within a humid greenhouse, the Duchess of Vidaus would clutch a rose blossom within her palm, a grimace set upon her pale countenance as the screams and cries of the young Maira Baruch rang through her memory. Only a single utterance would be offered upon reading the Ducal missive:
"A thousand pyres."
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Established 450 E.S.
Founded and coined as the official business venture of House Ruthern by the sibling duo Aleksandr var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his younger sister, Adelajda vas Ruthern, the first known location of Black Company Trading appeared within the Haeseni capital of Karosgrad. While Duke Aleksandr assisted with the financial funding of the bustling shop, it was the Lady Adelajda who ran the day to day business. Together, the siblings grew in age and their own monetary value as they crafted a business which successfully lives up to its founding family’s heritage.
VALDEV HEADQUARTERS
Nestled within the market district of New Valdev, the headquarters location of Black Company Trading is located at Krawnstriet V with the famed Ruthern crest perched atop the shop's signage. Many select items may be found within the shop, including Corpse Hill Honey products and brews from Bonebreakers Brewery. Patrons are encouraged to keep an eye out for any Black Company guardsmen who may be of assistance should aid be required.
Black Company Trading, Krawnstriet V, New Valdev.
Black Company Trading, Monterosa I, Portoregne.
PORTOREGNE BRANCH
Located just off the main square of Portoregne, this Black Company Trading branch is catered to the southern kingdom and its patrons. Seriously Svetlana’s Atelier boasts a grand selection of fine silks and textiles for custom made clothing or jewelry luxury items. Corpse Hill Honey is brought to the Balianese capital as well as the weekly wares offered for both Black Company Trading locations as all should be entitled to a good sale! Should any patron be in search of a custom item or specially requested brew, they are encouraged to send a letter north to the Ducal residence of Vidaus or find a nearby Black Company guardsman for assistance.
CORPSE HILL HONEY
Beginning atop a graveyard hillside apiary within the Duchy of Vidaus, Corpse Hill Honey products have been a House Ruthern staple, later being offered within Black Company Trading. Products made from the honeycomb of well cared for bees are offered at all Black Company Trading locations, ranging from yearly honey reserves to honey based pastries.
BONEBREAKERS BREWERY
Branded after a storied Ruthern of yore, the strength of spirits brewed and reserved within the Duchy of Vidaus are difficult to match. A wide array of drinks are crafted by the Monks of Castle Morteskvan, their best made items including honey mead and the traditional Haeseni Carrion Black.
THE APOTHECARY OF BLESSED DMITRY
Hand crafted and collected alchemical brews will line the shelves of Black Company Trading locations, typically made within the snow capped Ducal lands themselves. The Apothecary, named after the Ruthern’s own Blessed Dmitry, serves an abundance of medicinal and alchemical herbs and potions that may be bought as well as specially requested by any wayward patron.
BLACK COMPANY PUBLISHING
Since its founding, Black Company Trading has furthered its business mission to provide an array of products for its customers. Having been an avid seller of books encompassing all genres, the company has henceforth extended its branches to create Black Company Publishing, a branch of the main trading company which sells books as well as publishes The Hammerhead, a local Haeseni newspaper covering multiple topics for the news readers of the realm.
MARIC’S MEATS
Founded in the later years during the reign of Maric, Duke of Vidaus, Maric’s Meats served traditional Raevir cuisine to the Haeseni capital city of Karosgrad. Focused on providing hearty and high quality meats, Black Company Tradings has worked tirelessly to uphold the traditional standard set by the late Duke. For those seeking out high quality game and traditional Raevir meals, find the Maric’s Meats section within your nearest Black Company Trading location.
As referenced by its label, each week the members of the shop will divvy up amongst themselves a random assortment of items to be put on sale at a discounted price. These items can range from luxury goods to simple stacks of pastries or ores. Displayed upon the ground floor of each location, patrons are welcomed and encouraged to check in weekly for a new assortment of wares and even try their hand at negotiating should a store owner be present - though a fair warning in advance, those blood of Ruther drive a hard bargain should you test your luck.
SERIOUSLY SVETLANA’S ATELIER
Amongst the rustic shop, a section most known for its custom designs and luxury items is available to patrons who inquire first hand. Seriously Svetlana’s Atelier is a service offered to customers where they may meet with Svetlana’s vas Ruthern and order custom made materials which can range from ceremonial tabards to embroidered courtly gowns for any regal lady hoping to stand out amongst the crowd. Anyone in search of such services may contact Lady Svetlana vas Ruthern for further commission information.
DUCHESS DECOR & DESIGN
For the Haeseni citizens in need of interior decorations or exterior gardening and landscape designs, Duchess Decor & Design is a newly added service within Black Company Trading. Anyone who may find themselves seeking out a designer for their humble - or not so humble abode, may contact Tatiyana vas Ruthern for a design consultation and a thorough run through of pricing, negotiations and offered services within the boundaries of the commission.
As Black Company Trading is owned and operated through the Ducal House of Ruthern within the Kingdom of Haense, any member of the family may be contacted for services offered or sought out. Those most active within the company are listed below:
Her Grace, Tatiyana vas Ruthern, Duchess of Vidaus.
Her Ladyship, Svetlana vas Ruthern.
His Grace, Bishop Rhys of Andrikev.
His Excellency, Rickard of Vidaus, Lord Marshall of Haense.
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ISSUED BY HOUSE RUTHERN
14th of Gronna ag Droba
525 E.S.
It is with great sadness that the Ducal House of Ruthern announces the passing of its esteemed and noble patriarch, Ser Viktor var Ruthern. Having lived a dedicated life to King and Country, the late Duke accomplished tenfold what many others within the realm could ever dream of and with heavy hearts, the Ruthern family mourns this great loss. Throughout this trying time, the family of Duke Viktor asks for privacy and prayers.
Viktor III, Duke of Vidaus
489 E.S. - 525 E.S.
The late Duke’s heir, Tatiyana vas Ruthern, now ascends to the titles Duchess of Vidaus, Countess of Metterden, Viscountess of Greyspine, Baroness of Rostig, Lady of Morteskvan, Matriarch of All-Ruthern and Protector of the South. As the eldest child of his eldest child, Lady Mikhaila vas Ruthern, her inheritance is undisputed, the first female matriarch of House Ruthern in almost two centuries.
Still in her minority, the council of His Grace must now declare a regency, until such time the Duchess of Vidaus reaches the age of majority. To fill this role, Duke Viktor has selected Ser Rickard Ruthern, the young girl’s father, who shall guide and shepherd the new matriarch in her duties till that awaited maturity arrives. He is named Lord-Regent by this decree, until the Duchess reaches her 18th year.
Below are marked private writings discovered in the study of the late Duke. It was his will that such letters be published to those to whom they are addressed, and perhaps bizarrely, that a certain set of clothing articles be gifted to the new King Ivan VIII, alongside the words, “A King must dress as well as he wishes to be respected.”
SpoilerGreetings.
I write this as my illness worsens; a wound delivered by one of the countless enemies upon the field of Westmark, in a realm which I had dedicated my life to the slaying of. In dim candle light, at the desk of modest size which I maintain in my private quarters, I write. If this is so publicized, then it shall be known that I have drawn my last breath, and so I leave these letters to those of special interest to me; as many letters as I have the energy to scribe, at the least. .
I have lived a long and privileged life.
Though my position as Duke was not something I had desired in youth, it was a duty I took upon the death of my beloved elder sister, and something I grew to take much pride in. To rule a house so storied and ancient as my own was a privilege, as much as it was a duty to which I was compelled by the lessons which my Father and Mother both took much effort to instill within me.
I took much pride in my duties and position as Lord Emissar of our fair realm. Those close to me however may understand that I took no great joy in my job, and regarded it as a duty entrusted to me by a beloved friend, granted to me by two further friends of whom I held in highest regard. Alexander and Amaya, I hope I did well by you, as you did by me, and that the expectations of those I held close to heart were met.
To my brother Villorik, I apologise. I love you dearly, and hold much respect in my heart for your stalwartness and resoluteness in what you stand for, but when doubt finally came to cloud your heart, I found myself shamefully somewhat relieved that even you felt such things at times. Perhaps had I known how to steel your heart, I should have protected you from further heartbreak. Shamefully, despite all my many years of experience, I still had not learnt how to properly comfort those dear to me. @Xarkly
To my sister Aleksandra, I thank you, and apologise alike. You spoke much in our childhood that you would have served a greater peer of Hanseti-Ruska than I, and perhaps that might have saved you from much heartache that you have suffered in this life, but such was not to be. Still, I thank you, for your vigour and zeal for life and our duties gave me much energy, when much weighed on myself. I only wish that I could have more thoroughly returned such favour. @Moenah
To my children, I offer my sincerest apologies. I disappointed you all in some measure, I am sure, and you saw blood spilled that you ought not have. I do not apologise for what I did, for I find that it was necessary even as I recollect now, but it was not a sight for your young eyes. Rhys, I hope that you find further purpose in your pursuit of God’s plan. Marjoreya, though I fear in many ways I have served a poor example to you in fatherhood, I am proud of the station you have risen to, and I do not blame nor hate you. @ReveredOwl@ncarr
Mikhaila, I come to join you and your mother.
To my grandchildren; the man you came to know as your grandfather is not the man that I had wished you to know, or envisioned when I was a boy. I thought I was incorruptible in my youth, and that such stations that I occupied in life should never manage to wear me down as they did my own sire, yet I seem to have come to vice all on my own. Perhaps Rhys was right, that I took after my own father in my old age. The bitter old man you knew was not once me, though it is I as you came to know Viktor var Ruthern. I can only offer my apologies, that I did not raise you with the love and care that you could not gain from your mother, and that same which I was given from my own. It is a shame that I shall carry to my end.
I have much love for you all, my kin, however, no matter how it may have seemed otherwise in the end. Rickard, you grew into an impressive man, from that whelp that once swore his loyalty to me so many decades ago. It was a bizarre lapse that I allowed a common-born man, even if a knight of the Crow, to wed my daughter, but perhaps I was simply a foolish father who wanted his daughter to marry for love. I trust you shall continue to impress, and to carve a path befitting of the family which you married into. Children, I leave House Ruthern in your eldest sister Tatiyana’s leadership, and in your capable and guiding hands, Ser Rickard.
That I lived such a good life, blessed with many close and trusted friends, and lived long enough through war to see near all of them pass before myself is perhaps a miracle plainly in itself, or a gift that God thought to give me. Only Godan knows what He has predestined for us all, and so I can take solace knowing that in my days I lived not only as He had desired, but that my life was my own and I had lived it as I pleased.
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Letter to the Royal Duma:
ON NARCOTICS
KRUSAE ZWY KONGZEM
Issued by the
REPRESENTATIVE OF VIDAUS
On this 14th day of Wzuvar ag Byvca of 524 E.S.
VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG ALDYLEVAR
Whilst our Duma does await the official announcement of a government and the official appointment of the Lord Speaker, it is the belief of those loyal denizens of Vidaus that the government must continue to operate. In previous iterations the Duma did create bills and often found themselves rubber-stamped into approval or denial with little debate. In an effort to help renew life to the Duma, the house of Ruthern does instead propose legislation in a public appeal with law being created by the government thereafter.
For hundreds of years, the Haeseni society has been degraded by the use of narcotics of all sorts. The youth has been spoiled with fields going unharvested whilst they instead choose to smoke or make merry rather than work a decent day in the fields. Grown within other nations to make our own lazy and subservient, the time has come to see the matter addressed and appropriately fixed.
We propose debate upon the prohibition of use and cultivation of narcotics within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska as to implement a standard within our society of which the use of these derogatory substances are held in account for their unholy influence. May the Lords of Haense righteously enact their rights as peers of these lands to settle this growing concern and usher forth a more thriving and prosperous abundance amidst the citizenry.
IV JOVEO MAAN
Signed,
Ser Rickard of Vidaus,
Representative of Vidaus, Knight of the Order of the Crow, Champion of Vidaus
Her Ladyship, Tatiyana vas Ruthern
Ward to the Office of the Lord Speaker
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ISSUED BY HOUSE RUTHERN
11th of Msitza ag Dargund
523 E.S.
With the harrowing news of the change in the Comet Lesanov’s trajectory towards the Haeseni capital of Valdev spelling utmost ruin, House Ruthern will open the gates of Castle Morteskvan to any and all Haeseni citizens in need of refuge and respite. Those displaced by the destruction of the incoming comet shall be provided with shelter and sustenance within the Ducal lands of Vidaus where they will be permitted to stay through the duration of the comet’s strike and the following period of reconstruction for the Royal Capital. In the coming months, those seeking refuge will be welcomed into the safety of the Duchy’s walls to settle in and find comfort within our bastion. The grounds of the Duchy will be open to all and those wishing to pray for the safety and security of the Kingdom are free to seek prayer within the Church of Blessed Dmitri where alms and comfort will be provided.
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SpoilerISSUED 15TH OF JULA AG PIOV 523 E.S.
Penned The Black Company Scribes
Founded by Rhys var Ruthern I, Count of Metterden over two centuries ago, the Black Company has stood the test of time being one of the longest-lasting and well-known vassal levy’s within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. Since its founding of yore, the company has expanded past its simple levy duties and branched out into trade and entrepreneurship, the creation of Black Company Trading as a mercantile shop and now The Hammerhead, relaying continent-wide information to the Haeseni people.
In recent months a new bandit has harangued our roads and Queenswood. Particularly preying upon children and the less fortunate, the killer was first seen at the recent circus according to reports by Lady Ioanna d’Arkent Kortrevich. Whilst thought relatively harmless at first, they have since been heard to be luring children into the woods with the allure of petting their dog. Beware the woods, and strange men within it! This should be common sense as it stands anyway.
In recent news, it has been discovered that the Woodsy Strangler has killed their first victim. An unknown elven child was found in the farmlands outside Valdev, a single blade wound ran through. The Crown and Brotherhood of Saint Karl have sworn to catch the culprit.
An artist's rendition of the Karoswood of Haense.
A Brotherhood sketch artist's design of the Valdev gallows.
For the first time in well over a hundred years, a peer of Hanseti-Ruska has been found guilty by the Crown, and tried as such. Baron Anatoliy Godunov, having long since disappeared from his homelands to cavort with elves and horned folk, flaunted his obligations, dues and services owed to the Crown that granted he and his family nobility.
In an operation headed by Ruthern men under the command of a brave patriot, the rogue Baron was captured and brought to Valdev where he was then tried by the Crown, and declared guilty of treason by Her Majesty Nataliya. He was hung by the neck till dead, a fate both swift and most deserved.
Wzuvar ag Byvca
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Jula ag Piov
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Vzmey ag Hyff
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Grona ag Droba
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Tov ag Yermey
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Msitza ag Dargund
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Joma ag Umund
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A diagram of the stars.
With Mistress Ingrid
The Queen is going into retrograde. That serves as an unfortunate warning for those born under that sign! High intensity mood swings, horrible luck and clumsy balance will be a large symptom of the shiting heavens. Beware tall buildings, mountain-tops and strong weather. Romance during this time shall be dangerous and daring. Roll the dice, you shall either strike it lucky or fail miserably.
The Drake has good times ahead. Wisely-timed jokes, good swordplay and plots shall come to fruition during this time. Success is on the cards for those under this sign, and now is the time to gamble big. Use your cunning and wit for now is the time to gamble your life-savings for they shall be doubled. Romance during this time however shall fail miserably, and you are likely to end up with an Erkindelir for your betrothal dinners should you be scheduling them in the near future.
Yuri, Resident of Waltonburg
65 y.o. Yuri of Waltonburg inspecting the ruined fields.
Today The Hammerhead interviews Yuri, a peasant man of Waltonburg. Yuri has served in a number of conflicts for the Crown over a long service. Being initially called up to join the Levy during the Adrian rebellion under King Georg I, he thereafter served in every conflict for the Crown loyally. After returning home from the war against Veletz in the south, Yuri ventured back to his homestead of Waltonburg to find it over-run with the odd and the plain nightmarish - flying skulls, robotic dogs, three-eyed fish in the polluted waters and farms torn down in the name of ‘industry.’ Is this what Yuri fought for?
When questioned about the state of Waltonburg, Yuri commented “I fought for this country in the Midlands and when I marched on home after, I found it wasn’t the Adrians that had destroyed my home but those damned priests.”
“The water’s brown instead of the God given clear it was before and I saw some flying skull pumped full of Owynist magic floating around my local church.”
“... one of those dogs made of metal bit me on the arse that one time for getting too close to the carrots on their side of town.”*
“F*ckin’ criminal, mate.” said the veteran.
Is our country turning its back on its veterans? The Jeremic liberties have been swept aside by these Owynist invaders with a freeman losing his farm and thus no longer being a man. Is this what we fought for? Is the Biharist freedoms dead in this modern Haense? We must act for the common man. The Duma has already voted against this church within Waltonburg but nothing has been done. The time to act is now! Where’d they get those flying skulls from anyway? They must’ve desecrated Haeseni remains to get them.
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The White Comet Strikes Again
Whilst all occurred with the Lord Godunov, Cardinal Villorik of the White Comet was on the search for darkspawn! Once more his crusade led him to the city of Kaethul where he came upon a man with an Inferi Grimoire.
With the might of GOD, Cardinal Villorik alongside fellow crusaders sought to bring the rapscallion back to Valdev wherein, after thorough interrogation, they were rightfully burnt at the stake for the evil-doer that they were.
Once more the White Comet proves to be an order for our kingdom to be proud of. Let evil wither and shake at the mention of their name.
In the last few year we mourn the deaths of our late monarchs, Queen Amaya of Venzia ‘The White Flame’ and our King Aleksandr II ‘The Conqueror’, a funeral service shall soon occur for King Aleksandr II. We at Hammerhead shall be in attendance!
We wish good fortune to our new King and Queen, Ivan VIII and Nataliya of Ghaestenwald. The kingdom remains in a state of mourning, and so no current announcement of the government has yet to occur alongside an announcement of a coronation. We look forward to the announcement of the future festivities!
THE SCYFLING WORLD
As a means to encourage Haeseni enterprise and mercantilism, the Hammerhead wishes to encourage you to shop at the Scyfling world. At the centre of Valdev by the gates stands the Scyfling World. One of the only shops in our fair kingdom to offer a range of merchandise that are actually well-stocked!
We would be remiss to not recommend you buy something Scyfling based in honour of the late Queen Amaya, The White Flame. Whether you want to buy a morningstar for all your Woodsy Strangler smashing needs or you have a particular fascination with cheese like Karl III - Buy the best goods at The Scyfling World!
The Scyfling World, Market Stall I.
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Prove to yourself that you have the strength and courage of a true northman. Make friends and represent the best of what Hanseti-Ruska has to offer. Become part of something larger than yourself. Become a hero. Become a legend. Become a brother.
Sponsored by Ser Rickard of Valdev
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SpoilerThank you to all who helped write! If anyone wishes to have a piece in the paper or an advertisement feel free to send me a message!
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The following days spent within Castle Morteskvan would prove to the young Ruthern heiress once more that to love and to be loved needn’t be what the young girl sought in life. From her dead mother to the now stricken down Queen, the proof that adoration and comfort were luxuries more easily taken than one might think. The days of weeping over friends were long lost, the cruelty of the world and life itself seeming too prevalent at this stage that a young girl might simply fall into the tempting ideology of abandoning all hope for a life of love and happiness.
Yet, Tatiyana knew that should she fall into a hopeless reality, any purpose or light within her would dissipate into cruel nothingness. So as the girl wandered the Ducal residency her family held within the snow capped mountains of the kingdom, she made note to plant roses wherever they might take root.
“For Amaya. . .”
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Overlooking the Haense square, the Ruthern heiress would be forced to quietly swallow the building anxiety which welled within her small frame, the events of recent months still etched within her youthful mind as she went over then repeatedly to herself, not yet able to sleep. The bright flames enveloping the cabin upon the mountain and the sickening thud of her great uncle falling off his horse seemed to ring throughout her mind day in and day out. What could a girl as young as she do in circumstances such as this? Could she wash away the stain of blood upon her castle's walls? Or could she cure the guardian she so admired from his illness?
"No."
That was the answer Tatiyana has to face herself as she grew to analyse the world around her - its cruelty and darkest sides. That evening, the young Ruthern girl would sleep unsoundly, the sickly noises of the world bouncing within her skull as her vision of rose coloured lands soon dissipated into a bleak and dreary reality.
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A CALL TO THE HAESENI PROGENY
Issued by the Office of the
11th of Joma ag Umund, 519 E.S.
Calling all children below the age of 15 to the reinstitution of the Kindvikzein Duma, an opportunity for the Haeseni youth as an introduction to traditional governmental participation. Overseen by the wards of the Office of the Lord Speaker, the Kindvikzein Duma will mimic the procedures of the Royal Duma to the extent of it being customized for the youth of the Kingdom and to promote participation for all those who choose to attend.
THE DUCAL HOUSE OF RUTHERN
THE DUCAL HOUSE OF BARUCH
THE MARGRAVIAL HOUSE OF LUDOVAR
THE COMITAL HOUSE OF COLBORN
THE VISCOMITAL HOUSE OF AMADOR
THE VISCOMITAL HOUSE OF WEISS
THE BARONIAL HOUSE OF GODUNOV
THE BARONIAL HOUSE OF STAFYR
THE BARONIAL HOUSE OF KORTREVICH
THE BARONIAL HOUSE OF VALKONEN
THE BARONIAL HOUSE OF KOVGRAD
Regardless of rank, any child from the Haeseni citizenry and beyond is welcomed to participate or observe the ongoings within the Kindvikzein Duma. Should anyone have any inquiries regarding the Duma, they may forward their questions to the Office of the Lord speaker or its ward, Lady Tatiyana vas Ruthern.
SpoilerSaturday, March 9th @4:00 PM EST / 9:00 PM GMT
Contact: Mady123 (Discord) | Madyyy (IGN)Signed,
Father Amleth,
Bishop of Andrikev, Lord Handler of the Duma
Her Ladyship, Tatiyana vas Ruthern
Ward to the Lord Speaker of Hanseti-Ruska
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Tucked soundly into her goose feather bed, the young Ruthern heiress slept soundly, the soft pattering of snowfall trickling against her windows on the snowy mountain of Vidaus. At peace for hours, the sudden disturbance within her youthful dreams would stir the child, Tatiyana vas Ruthern beginning to toss and turn beneath her comforter. The vision came quick, flashing through the girls subconscious and jerking her from her slumber, a chilling feeling climbing up her spine as she sat up in bed, gasping for air. The strange feeling of true fear clung on to the child’s heart. Tatiyana would not fall back to sleep that night.
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Within the stoney walls of CASTLE MORTESKVAN, the Ruthern heiress would smirk a greedy smile as she witnessed her young sister ordering the servantry about, ensuring the upcoming festivities were up to her own standard. "We must scrub the walls clean. . .we will have guests soon enough!" TATIYANA proclaimed.
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The Ruthern heiress, TATIYANA VAS RUTHERN, having bore witness to the bloody battles of Morteskvan, would grin with pride alongside her younger sister Svetlana as the two celebrated the victory and safety of their home. "By bones and barrows, sestra. . ." @libertyybelle
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Long had it been that Elena had the opportunity to wander off from the grandiose display of royalty and monarchy, losing herself within the lands and nature which covered the continent, unexplored and undiscovered. The freeing wind blowing against her cheeks and the smell of earth reinvigorated the aging women's sense of purpose as peace was finally had. Upon her trusted steed, the Princess in disguise would race through the lands now at peace from ongoing conflict, traveling from coast to coast on her own, free from prying eyes and opinions.
STINGING HER EYES AS SHE RACED THROUGH THE DRY LANDS OF THE DESERT, THE STAGNANT SAND WOULD FLOOD ELENA’S MEMORIES OF HER TIME GROWING UP WITHIN THE CITY OF ATRUS, HER PEOPLE PURGED OF THEIR HOMELAND ONLY TO FIND IT ONCE MORE AMONGST THE DUNES. SCUTTLING ACROSS HER PATH AS HER HORSE MADE ITS WAY THROUGH THE SANDS, A BEARDED LIZARD WOULD FLARE ITS NECK OUTWARDS, A SILENT HISS EXTENDED TO ELENA AS IMAGERY OF DRAGONS BREATH AND THE GIANT WINGS OF CLOUDB-REAKER FLOODED HER MEMORY. THE GOLDEN HUES OF THE SAND DUNES REFLECTING OFF OF THE SUN’S RAYS WOULD BRING THE TRAVELER TO SLOW HER HORSE TO A MELLOW TROT, ALLOWING A SURVEY OF THE LAND WHICH FELT SO FAMILIAR YET REMINDING HER OF A REALM WHICH WAS RECOGNIZABLY UNREACHABLE TO THE MORTAL WOMAN.
The sting of childhood memories and dreams pricked her mind as the princess re-upped her journey across the continent, the fresh air bringing back a youthful emotion to Elena, though with the sudden abandonment of conflict, returned the anxiety of complacency stirring within her. The feeling of emptiness and lack of purpose scorched the Amiratus’s mind. What was she to do now? Her whole life, the Princess had an enemy to battle and focus on and now. . .now that was gone.
CONTINUING ON WITH HER JOURNEY AND FINDING HERSELF AT THE WATERS OF THE AAUNIC COAST, THE REMINDER OF THE SHORES HUMANITY LANDED UPON WHEN FLEEING THEIR BIRTHPLACE EBBED THEIR WAY INTO HER REELING MIND. WHAT WAS MEANT TO BE A PEACEFUL ESCAPE SEEMED TO TRANSITION INTO A RECOUNTING OF ELENA’S LOSSES AND YOUTHFUL MEMORIES - THE GOOD AND THE BAD. THE REALITY THAT THESE LANDS ONCE FELT SO FOREIGN TO HER ARE NOW THE BIRTHPLACE OF HER PEOPLE - HER FAMILY SENT A CHILL DOWN HER SPINE AT THE REALITY OF HOW TIMES CHANGE AND HISTORY CONTINUES TO REPEAT ITSELF AS THE GREAT SCHOLAR SARSON RELAYED UNTO HER IN MANY YEARS BEFORE.
Only after a brief visit to old friends within Lemon Hill, Elena would recognize the darkening horizon, mounting her horse once more as she internally declared her travels at an end. The Rubinissima coast was calling the Balianese woman back as the craving for salty air and warm nights grew within Elena. A homeland that was not her own yet grew upon her after the decades resembled some semblance of what the woman once had in her youth.
REACHING THE BORDERS OF HER SOUTHERN HOME, THE PRINCESS WOULD STRAY FROM THE PATH OF THE QUEEN’S ROAD, OPTING TO FOLLOW A LESSER ROUTE THROUGH THE CYPRESS TREES AND FERNS WHICH SPROUTED FROM THE EARTH. THE SHARP TROTTING SOUND OF ELENA’S STEED WOULD QUICKLY SUBSIDE INTO A MORE RHYTHMIC MELODY FROM THE TRANSITION OF STONE TO DIRT AS THE WOMAN SOON BECAME ENVELOPED INTO THE NATURE SURROUNDING HER. COMING UPON A STREAM AND MOSSY CLEARING, THE WOMAN OPTED TO DISMOUNT AND ALLOW HER HORSE SOME REPRIEVE AS SHE LED HIM TOWARDS THE STREAM FROM COOLING SUSTENANCE AS SHE TOO TOOK A PEACEFUL REST UPON A PATCH OF DRY MOSS BETWIXT THE FERNS AND TREES. THE CREATURES OF THE WOOD AND HERSELF SEEMED TO BE ALL WHO ENJOYED THE PEACEFUL CALM OF THE LUSH FOREST, THOUGH A SHIVER OF BRANCHES AND THORNS SOON REVEALED THE FALSE TRANQUILITY THAT WAS AT BAY.
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“Hail, wayward pilgrim.”
The words had cut through the evening’s silence like a knife. In Elena’s ears, the rustle of the wind seemed to mute; the hum of the crickets seemed to vanish. Only her own heartbeat drummed between her ears.
“Um … hellooooo? Pilgrim?”
It took her a moment to realize why Elena’s hair stood on end, and why her blood suddenly felt like ice. For that voice, too, was another childhood memory - one that she had locked away in the darkest part of herself.
One that she did not know she could never forget.
Atop her mount, she slowly turned her head to the source of the voice. On that moonlit hill near Beleth, through which the lonely road to Balian ran, a strange figure lounged against a leafy palm tree. A figure garbed in green, and with a broad-brimmed straw hat tilted to cover a veiled, dark-skinned face.
Her heart thrummed like a war-drum. She remembered that face - that face - from the road outside Atrus, when she was just a girl. She remembered his warm smile, and how she offered to guide him to the dragon ruins nearby.
“Are you deaf, too?” the hatted-figure lamented. With a melodramatic sigh, he pushed off the tree, and slowly trudged towards her. “The last pilgrim that came this way was deaf, and - let me tell you - that was a real headache.”
Elena remembered when that man - so many decades ago - had plunged his fangs into her neck. No, not man -- vampyre.
“It’s … you,” she managed breathlessly. “H-how …?”
The figure paused, and tilted his head curiously. “Oh. Have we met?”
She remembered the fear, back then as a child. She remembered her powerlessness. “You!” she snarled, and there was a hiss of steel as she ripped her blade free from its scabbard, and brandished it in quivering arms.
“Hm.” The vampyre tapped his hat, and pressed a hand pensively to his chin. Even now, it was so hard to see his face - that infuriating face - in the shadow of his hat. “Not a fan, then, is it? Well, that is a shame. I’ll -”
Her horse brayed as she urged it forward, and she very nearly buried her blade in the vampyre’s face as she passed. When she wheeled her horse back around, though, she saw no blood glistened on her blade, and the vampyre was already clambering to his feet after he had leapt aside from her charge.
“Okay,” he began sourly, “that was rude. You -”
She called on every fibre of her strength as she charged once again. She quashed the aches of her age, and the fragility of her form. She would not fall victim to this wretch again, so many years later.
“Just - stop -” the vampyre managed, but those were the only words she heard. As she swung her blade down, the vampyre moved in a flash, and she could only watch as claws - mounted with nails as long as knives - split through the aged flesh of her forearm.
Time seemed to lull as the sword dropped from her fingers, and clattered to the road. Oddly, she could not feel the pain in her arm where the vampyre had clawed her, but she did feel her body slip from the saddle as she lost control of her mount. The world swam as she fell, and then …
Crack.
Hours, or minutes, she did not know how long she lay on the road, blinking away the darkness of unconsciousness. Something must be broken - that much she knew. She could not feel her legs or arms, and she could not so much as twitch a muscle.
But she could see, and she could hear.
She heard the stomp of boots towards her, and those boots appear standing over her.
“Tsch,” came a grunt. “Now, look at what you’ve done. And here I was, trying to be merciful. Well, jokes on me for trying, I guess.”
She felt the faintest tingle in her arms. If she could just reach her sword, wherever it had fallen … if she could just reach it, and plunge it into the darkspawn …
The vampyre crouched down. She could see his face, now, up close; she could see that the witty drawl he spoke with did not seem to match the deep, sad eyes that stared at her now. Lost eyes.
“You don’t mind if I borrow some blood, do you? I mean, it doesn’t look like you’re going to need it all that soon, anyway.”
She did not feel the fangs enter her throat, but she felt the scar it left on her soul. The vampyre said nothing as it left, alone with only her mare poking its nose at her motionless form, but he did spare one last look at her, his maw stained with his blood, before he disappeared into the night.
AND SO, THE AGED PRINCESS LAY UPON THE STONE OF THE QUEEN’S ROAD, HER HEARTBEAT STEADYING TO A PAUSE AS HER LIFE WAS TAKEN TO EASILY, LIKE A TOY TAKEN FROM A BABE. AS SHE RESTED SILENTLY UPON THE EARTH, THE BLADES OF GRASS AND FERNS LICKED HER SKIN AS THE WARMTH OF HER LIVING SPIRIT WAS EXPELLED. PERHAPS THERE WAS SOME TRUTH TO THE TRADITIONAL SAYING REGARDING EYES BEING A WINDOW TO THE SOUL, FOUND TO BE TRUTHFUL AS THE FINAL LIGHT OF ELENA’S SPIRIT SEEMED TO LEAVE HER GRAY EYES, LEAVING BEHIND THE COLD HUSK OF THE WOMAN TO BE DISCOVERED BY ANY WANDERING STRANGER. . .
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ELENA CASIMIRA NOVELLEN - DE LYONS
Princess Royal of Balian, Countess of Rosemoor, Baroness-Consort of Enderoca, Amiratus of the Kingdom of Balian, Lady Seneschal of the Crown and Chief Minister of the Royal Duana.
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11TH OF SUN’S SMILE, 96 BA
[!] LETTERS WOULD BE SENT OUT TO THE FAMILY AND FRIENDS IN ACCORDANCE TO THE PRINCESSES LEGAL WISHES WITHIN HER LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT.
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SpoilerI’d like to take a moment to just thank everyone who contributed to the story that was Elena. She was such a fun character to develop and very different from the past characters I’ve played. If I were to make a list of everyone to thank I think this post would be twenty pages long so just know that if I had the opportunity to RP with you, I am grateful to you and I appreciate our interactions as short or as long as they may have been.
(Also a huge thank you to @frankdh and @Toffee for the amazing art of Elena and just for being great people to talk to for advice and just in general :) )
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Tatiyana vas Ruthern would lock herself up, mourning her mother’s loss. . .
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Penned by the Office of the Amiratus
Issued on the 10th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 94 B.A.
With a heavy heart, the Crown seeks to recognise and speak upon the recent passing of our beloved Palatiadora, Dona Poppiya Sosina Gudonov. Dona Poppiya was a shining light within our community and her tireless efforts to pursue a thriving court will always hold a space within the heart of Balianese history. We know that Dona Gudonov is resting within GOD’s kingdom, free from the suffering we all endure as Canonists.
With such stated, we recognise the efforts of our Palatiadora and know that she would wish for her efforts to be taken up swiftly. This being said, progress pushes forth and it is with great pleasure that I announce the appointment of the next Royal Procurator, Segnora Maria del Maur. May God guide her in her endeavors and pursuits of merriment within our blessed Kingdom.
Signed,
Her Royal Highness, Elena Casimira Novellen-de Lyons,
The Princess Royal of Balian, Countess of Rosemoor, Baroness of Enderoca, Amiratus of the Kingdom of Balian, Lady Seneschal of the Crown and Chief Minister of the Royal Duana.
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Penned by the Office of the Amiratus
Issued on the 10th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 94 B.A.
Many fruitful changes have occurred over the last several months within the Balianese Kingdom and more are to come thanks to the blessings of GOD and the people of Balian. Progress is pushed forth and made daily and as of this day, progression within the Royal Duana proves itself once again. It is with great pleasure that I announce the appointment of the next Royal Procurator, Don Rhys var Ruthern. May God guide him in his endeavors and pursuits of inclusion within our blessed Kingdom.
Signed,
Her Royal Highness, Elena Casimira Novellen-de Lyons,
The Princess Royal of Balian, Countess of Rosemoor, Baroness of Enderoca, Amiratus of the Kingdom of Balian, Lady Seneschal of the Crown and Chief Minister of the Royal Duana.
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The Princess Royal of Balian, ELENA CASIMIRA, would look to her niece as they perused the publishing within the hookah room of the Balianese palace. “It was not me!” The Amiratus cried out as she spotted her own first name upon the missive.
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A melodic humming could be heard from the rooms of the Princess Royal, Elena Casimira. Echoing through the halls of the Balianese Royal Palace, the Amiratus of Balian would repeat a certain lyric which had become stuck in her mind. “I think I like this little life. . .this little life. . .”7 -
The Amiratus of Balian would smile the sun's smile as the newest treaty for her Kingdom was published. The Princess Royal ELENA CASIMIRA, PRINCESS OF PROVIDENCE, DUCHESS OF LORRAINE, HELENA and SUNHOLDT, COUNTESS OF POMPOURELIA and BARONESS OF RENZFELD would happily sip a Pina Colada as she basked beneath the Southern sun. . .
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As she was being attended to by the Royal physician, PRINCESS ELENA would sip a well-aged brandy upon her return home from yet another victory. "We can count on my hand how many battles is took to defeat those Novellen claimants." Remarked the Countess of Rosemoor to her niece @HIGH_FIRE . "Let the title division begin and AVE BALIAN!" A smirk rose upon the aged Amiratus's features as she cheered aloud.
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Limping home from the battle, ELENA OF BALIAN could not help but grin through the pain in the old woman's body. "Let those who speak with hatred remember this day as a day of reckoning. . .No longer will the vultures of Stassion screech their jealousy, for they are buried deep beneath the hills of their failures."
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Lediz ag Bogatyr: A Ruthern’s Hauchmetvas
in Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska
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To my Tatiya,
As I put quill to parchment, I carry the life of your next sibling within my belly. My body aches and the chill of Morteskvan lends no aid. Your hauchpapej Viktor does all he can, to bid the workers finish their construction and leave me to my confinement, but it is all I can do not to steal you all away to the countryside of Valdev until your little borsa or sestra is born. If I impart any wisdom on to you when you’re of age, do not have so many children as I have. Though the passion of romance and marriage is exciting, you will thank yourself later for such mercy shown to your own health and comfort.
I sit within my chambers and think of you, the future you’re destined to inherit after I am gone. Not only the first Duchess of Vidaus, but two in succession. It is something to inspire great pride in both myself and in you, my daughter. To picture the great lady you will grow into, the leader and defender of Haense that you inherit from this ancient line of Ruther Barrow.
Your papej and I speak often, of you and your siblings. It seems there is an air about all of you that gives one hope for the future of our house. To think, all who scorned me for marrying a common soldier. But it was that soldier’s blood that will instill further discipline within each of our children.
This letter, I hope to deliver to you upon the eve of your Hauchmetvas, when I am graying in my hairs and worrying over the matters of the kingdom. Godan-willing, you will have surpassed me in every way, my worthy heiress. My Tatiya.
I must end this letter here, for it seems Ser Mikolaj Radovanic comes to pay me a visit. He speaks of a gift, for you and your siblings, and of course I would never refuse an offering of tribute.
You have all my love, dearest. I am so proud of you.
Mamej
https://youtu.be/wzX5qi9fskQ?si=ZyRkjjgLZI6OV9k1
The Haeseni HAUCHMETVAS is a symbolic celebration of a young woman's entrance into adulthood, stepping away from her years of childhood and officially making her mark within society. It is with joyous anticipation that the young lady, DUCHESS TATIYANA VAS RUTHERN has chosen to follow in the traditions of her ancestors of yore and host such a celebration for all Haeseni to attend. Familiar traditions of the Hauchmetvas will be observed by all in attendance, a ‘WREATH CEREMONY’ and ‘FIRST DANCE’, will be held amidst the merriment and the celebratory ‘BURNING OF AGE’ will be used to conclude the evening.
Like many past celebrations, a theme has been selected, that being ‘LEDIZ AG BOGATYR’, calling upon the fabled story of Song of the Black and the ancient Raevir families. Guests of the Hauchmetvas are encouraged to familiarize themselves with the story and present themselves as any notable character from the tales. Come as brave a Lady Vlasta or the ruthless mercenary, Dragan Skullsplitter. Follow in the footsteps of the warrior Lady Mylah Nzechovich, or the Bogatyr Ratibor Skysent in all his skilled glory. Ladies of the evening may even find themselves dancing with a distinguished Karovic Prince, though whether it be Barbov or Kosav is up for them to interpret themselves. Throughout the duration of the celebration, decorative masks will be worn by guests in attendance and by the end of the evening will be removed, shedding away the character worn to reveal the Ledi or Bogatyr beneath the trickster disguise.
Within the fabled celebrations, food and drink will be served as guests will be given an array of options of traditional Ruskan cuisine and drink. Music and dancing will be ongoing throughout the evening and for those who choose to wander throughout the imposing CASTLE MORTESKVAN, games will be held with individual prizes for those participating. The Ducal family of Ruthern invites all Haeseni and the Kingdom's allies within the walls of Morteskvan. Traditional rules of courtship regulations and courtly etiquette will be strictly imposed upon during the evening to ensure the merriment of the Hauchmetvas remains a joyous occasion.
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His Grace, DUKE GAREN BARUCH of VALWYCK, and his noble pedigree @ferdaboy
The Most Honorable, MARGRAVE HENRIK-OTTO LUDOVAR of KVASZ, and his noble pedigree @HogoBojo
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Her Ladyship, BARONESS ROSALIND VALKONEN of SZARGRAD, and her noble pedigree @CyyanTea
His Lordship, BARON FYODOR KOVACHEV of KOVGRAD, and his noble pedigree @Radzig
Her Ladyship, BARONESS GALINA GODUNOV of VERSKAYA, and her noble pedigree @esotericas
His Lordship, Lorcan O’Rourke @Scourge
Her Ladyship, Rezalisa Kovachev @UnBaed
Lords, Karl & Seigmund Weiss @caschaos @SethWolf
Her Ladyship, Emma Amador @sarahbarah
Ser Caspian Colborn @Sandman_Plays
His Lordship, Davyd Colborn @JuliusAakerlund
Lord and Lady, Petyr & Maira Baruch @louislxix @Trinn
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