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Annika Anastasija would sit curled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace within her room, the dim light setting an eerie presence within the room. On the bearskin rug, Anastasya and Andrei would be playing and reading through their bedtime stories, a new book amongst their pile. "Mamej?" Andrei would look up to her, bright blue eyes full of curiosity. "Are these monsters real?" And at that, a soft smile would set upon the Queen's lips. "Nie, of course niet little Ursa. Only within our dreams." Came her swift reply. The two children would return to their playing and Annika to her silence. Despite her answer, the woman knew her words to not be true, a chill running down her spine as she very well knew the horrors within the book were as real as her children before her.

HAESENI CULTURE THE RESURGENCE OF RUSKAN FASHION Issued on 3rd of Tov and Yermey, 382 E.S. “To preserve tradition, even in dress, is to preserve the longevity of the country you call home.” Ruskan Proverb SARAFAN DRESSES Traditionally, the Sarafan dress would be worn by the youth of Ruska, typically adorned in intricately detailed fabric which often symbolizes their social status. Social status would be indicated by varying fabric intricacies. These dresses would range in a variety of styles, often pertaining to that of the house or family the wearer would belong to. Often styled with a white underdress, the overdress would be tied around the waist with a simple rope or even an elongated scarf that matched that of the fabric and style of the overdress. The tie around the waist would be a symbol of the wearer’s youth, their childish figures in need of structure to allow for more proper movement when in times of activity. As the wearer ages, the tie around the waist would be taken off, allowing for a more modest approach to the style of dress. The women of Ruska were heavily influenced by the Canonist faith, their wardrobe reflecting such which would create a traditional and modest styling which continues to remain as a high standard in the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. In everyday life, the Sarafan dresses would typically be worn casually around the home or even within the streets, children often wearing them during playtime. The dress would be worn as a day-to-day style, though as any outfit, it could be worn for more formal activities and events. Sarafan dresses would easily be styled to match the occurring event, jewels and gems added to the fabric to bring more substance and intricacy to the gowns in settings such as balls or events at the Royal Courts. THE KOKOSHNIK The Kokoshnik headpiece has always remained a staple piece in Ruskan fashion, adorned by many women of all social classes. The headpiece would be used to contribute to the modest nature of the society, as well as to help keep the traditionally long hair of the common Ruskan woman in place and out of the face. The Kokoshnik would rest just above the forehead and could be worn in a multitude of styles. Ropes of pearls would often hang down from the Kokoshnik worn by royalty or senior ranking nobility. Gemstones and other extravagances would be carefully placed upon the Kokoshnik in order to represent the social status of the wearer. To this day, the Kokoshnik is a good representation of the social status of the wearer. Those adorned with expensive jewels and gemstones would only be worn by the Royal family, while the less extravagant and more fabric Kokosnik’s would be worn by nobility or the common people. Should a common person opt to adorn themselves with an overly extravagant Kokoshnik, it would be seen as disrespectful and breaking the code of etiquette surrounding the Kokoshnik. The same would be for someone of Royal or high noble birth. Should a member of the Royal family or someone of high noble birth wear a fabric Kokoshnik, they would be degrading their own status and it would be seen to be in bad taste of etiquette rules and social expectations. RUSKAN FURS With the climate of the Kingdom of Haense, furs have been adapted as a staple piece within fashion. From fur trimmed gloves, to the trimming of fur along the attire of the Royal courts, the people of Hanseti-Ruska have grown creative with their unique sense of fashion and incorporating furs into their daily life. Throughout the years, furs have been adapted and have begun to garner their own symbolisms from their colors and how the wearer chooses to wear them on their clothing. In regards to the color of the furs, there of course is already a limited color palette of such material, often being the neutral colors of the elk and other hunted animals in the surrounding lands of the Kingdom. Typically the darker brows will be left for the common folk, them adorning the furs as shawls over their shoulders or even having darker furs trimming the inside of their clothing to keep the nipping weather away. Lighter colors of fur such as beige or white are strictly reserved for that of the Royal family or high nobility. White furs represent regality and royalty, only to be worn by the members of the Royal family in order to display their status. High nobility families such as duchies are permitted to wear white furs but this should only be reserved for special occasions such as weddings and or balls. Like other accessories, the placement of furs hold an underlying meaning contrary to just simple ways of wearing them. Should a woman wear a shawl of fur over her shoulders, covering her shoulders entirely, this would symbolise the woman to be happily married, while a fur shawl which is worn and hangs around the back and arms of the woman will indicate that the woman is single and open to suitors. If fur is simply hanging over one shoulder as attached to a dress, this indicates that the woman is of noble rank, the colors of said fur would represent how high or low the noble rank is. SASHES Sashes are a rarity in Ruskan fashion, as clothing is typically loose upon the body and many opt for furs and scarves in exchange for sashes. Should sashes be chosen as an accessory, they are typically worn within nobility and even more rare amongst the common folk. Typically, they are worn for more extravagant affairs. Sashes are worn by anyone and everyone, they are just typically reserved for nobility and or important events. Sashes can range in a variety of colors, though similarly to furs, the color and placement of the sashes hold important significance. Colors are held in high regard when it comes to sashes and even Ruskan fashion in general. Should a sash be worn by a young woman, typically the colors will be pink and yellow to represent youth and innocence. If a lady is wearing a red sash, this could represent love and or desire. Refer to the section on colors below to further understand the importance of colors within Ruskan fashion. Aside from colors, the placement of sashes are minimal but also important. If the sash hangs from the right shoulder, this would mean that the wearer is married. Should the sash hang down from the left shoulder, the opposite would be the case, the wearer would be announcing themselves as single and open to suitors. These details, as small as they are, can be a conversation starter or even allow for people to speak through their clothing, as to skip over the small talk a conversation would typically start with. COLORS Within Haeseni culture, the symbolic nature colors hold over fashion is often overlooked. This is not the case for Ruskan culture. Colors which people often wear speak a message to those around the wearer and can represent a multitude of things. With the revival of Ruskan fashion comes the revival of color significance. Below is a list of the most commonly worn colors and the symbolism which is attached to each color and how the wearer would commonly be seen within the Royal Court. RED The color red can symbolize many things, though the significance in Ruskan fashion ranges from a woman who is single and open to courtship, to a display of love and passion between couples. GREEN The color green is often associated with envy or wealth even. This translates into Ruskan culture by having green stand out as a symbol of fertility as well, and should a woman wear it, she could surely be with child. BLUE Those who choose to wear the color blue often have vast imaginations, the wearer being seen as an adventurer as well as being someone of high confidence and self worth. YELLOW Yellow is often associated with friendship, and should someone be gifted a yellow accessory or clothing item, this will signify a want for a lasting friendship. This color also doubles as a symbol for death and mourning. Widows with recently lost husbands or wives will often be seen donning a single yellow accessory. PINK The color for youth and playfulness. Young women will often be seen wearing the color pink to represent their age as they are yet to be eligible for marriage. ORANGE Bright in color and a very rare dye, orange is a symbol for caution and also for determination. Those who opt to wear this color are strong minded and are not to be trifled with. WHITE Often the color for the youth and brides, white holds a special significance of representing purity. This color is to represent the purity the wearer holds and also represents the seriousness of their devotion to their faith. GOLD Commonly worn by those of high social class, gold represents many things. Though, in Ruskan culture, the color holds high significance. Should someone wear the color gold, it will represent their regality and grandeur. Being a rare metal, gold is often worn by those of nobility, more specifically the Royal family. PURPLE Royalty and high nobility often wear the color purple to symbolize their high ranking status in society. Purple is also the color for mysticism. Should someone wear purple at Royal Court, they would most certainly be seen as a weilder of the arcane. BLACK Being a much rarer dye, the color of black is often associated with mourning, the immediate family of a lost loved one often wearing black to display their grief. Black is also a symbol of piety, with Bishops and other clergymen often wearing the color. Should one wear the color black, they will be showing their connection to Godan and their love of Canonism. BROWN Being the most common dye color, brown represents humility in Ruskan culture. Should someone of high social class wear the color brown, this shows their humility and appreciation for the blessings they have been given. HAIRSTYLES Hairstyles within the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska have often become a thing of less significance yet hairstyles hold lots of untapped potentiometer which can be important to those who take great pride in their appearance. Upon the topic of hairstyles, braids more specifically are in the spotlight of holding symbolic a nature within Ruskan culture. It is common for young women to typically wear a low braid upon their head. This low braid represents the youth and inability for marriage or courtship of the wearer. In turn, should someone wear smaller and or more intricate braids within their hair, this is a symbol of high status and elegance. Another important part of Ruskan hairstyle is that of accessories which pair with the styles. For the common folk, women would typically thread painted clay beads through their hair while nobility and royals would often be seen donning elegant pieces of gold or silver which clip into the hair. The more intricate the hair clip, the higher in nobility the wearer is. VEILS & HEADDRESSES Often a symbol for piety and modesty, veils are a common staple piece within the Ruskan woman’s wardrobe. The covering of the hair and head opt as a symbol of religious faith, making sure the wearer is of modest and humble manners. Typically the older generation of women would be seen wearing veils and headdresses, especially widowers. Another common place for veils to be worn is at mass or funerals, a sure fire way to make the devotion of faith of the wearer is seen and taken as serious. As written above, the colors of the veils hold important significance for the wearer. Black being the most common color of veil for one to wear, it is one of the most important colors as it displays a love of Godan and should be taken seriously in instances such as funerals and times of mourning. If a woman is wearing a veil over their face, it is customary to not expect much conversation from the wearer, especially during the times of mourning. PANTS & TROUSERS One of the more controversial articles of clothing within Ruskan fashion, pants are typically seen as unfeminine and doubles as a breach in etiquette in most instances for women who wear them, especially at Royal Court. In Ruskan culture, pants would typically be worn under long overcoats in order to hide their figure hugging appearance. Pants should typically be worn for a limited amount of time, typically only at events which call for them to be worn such as military situations and or active events such as horseback riding. Etiquette surrounding pants is rather strict, but only for the benefit of modesty and maintaining a proper appearance at Court and before the courtiers and Royal family. DRESS ETIQUETTE Modesty is and should always be on the mind concerning Ruskan fashion. The way a woman is seen is heavily dependent on her appearance and how she carries herself. Should she be seen in something that is considered immodest, such as having her shoulders out on full display, will hold a heavy weight for when it comes time for her to find a marriage. Shoulders especially are seen as an affront to modesty if they are not covered and should someone enter a church with their shoulders out, it is expected that they be escorted out right away. As mentioned above, pants are to be worn only when the situation calls for them. Should a woman show up to a formal event donning a pair of pants, it is expected she be asked to change or be escorted out depending on who is present. Should a woman appear before a member of the Royal family wearing pants, this is seen as dishonorable and will bring a negative outlook to the family of the woman who does such. Of course, there are exceptions to such which are taken into consideration. A woman serving in the Brotherhood of Saint Karl or in an occupation which calls for pants are of course an exception, though they should be aware of when and where they opt to wear their pants out of respect and the betterment of their family. Women should always strive to maintain their appearance and to remain within the lines of their social status. Of course, flaunting wealth and extravagance is acceptable surrounding important events, it is necessary to remember one's place within the Royal Courts. Should a common woman enter a room wearing a most extravagant Kokoshnik, she will be seen as stepping out of line and or seen as unbecoming. It is important to maintain social etiquette in order to keep a line of distinction between the common people, nobility, and the Royal family. [!] A depiction of Koenas Annika during her morning prayer, donning a intricately detailed cape and traditional Sarafan Dress. Upon the recent revival of Ruskan fashion within the Kongzem, it is important to take note of the many cultural significances that such brings, especially the significance within Ruskan fashion altogether. Ruskan dress is often intricate and thorough in detail, even for the common folk who opt to wear such. As the elevation of the wearer of this fashion increases, e.g from commoner to royalty, the beading and complex threading becomes greater in detail and expertise. Dress etiquette is vital in concurrence with the normality of Ruskan fashion. Hence this guide is intended to help the reader in understanding the concurrence; the fashion itself and why it is again on the rise. Signed, Her Royal Majesty, Annika Anastasija Barbanov, Queen Consort of Hanseti-Ruska, Countess of Reza

From the balcony of her office, Koenas Annika overlooked the palace gardens, Anastasiya Isabel set on her hip, the child babbling on and on about the new toy she was given. A look of content upon the woman's face as she heard the news of her and her daughter's bestowment. "Annika is not allowed to associate with other Vyronov's, nor is she welcomed in Astfield." The words of her late sister in law echoing throughout her mind. "Annika of Astfield. How am I to be of Astfield if I am niet even allowed to visit?" She asked her daughter, the girl of course giving her a confused look, usure of the Queen's ramblings due to her youthful ignorance. Emitting a low laugh, the red haired woman would retreat into her office, her swollen belly being the cause for her seclusion from court yet again.

Upon hearing the whispers of the Haeseni court, on the topic of a certain Duke and an issued duel, Keonas Annika would relax within her husbands office, lounging on the sofa in front of his fireplace. "Finally, some entertainment!" She exclaimed, a hearty grin on her face. "Dobry thing we came back from out honeymoon just in time." The sun-kissed woman would go back to reading her gossip columns, enjoying her last evening of peace before her return to queenly duties.

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THE FUNERAL OF LADY ROSALIND AMADOR DA ASTREA Msitza and Dargund, 380 ES Va ve Edlervik, From the desk of Her Royal Majesty, this announcement has not been penned lightly. On this day, the Wzuvar and Byvca of 370 ES, Her Ladyship, our Grand Lady, Rosalind Amador de Astrea, was pronounced dead. The Kingdom is forever grateful for her long life of dedication to Hanseti-Ruska and will pray for her ascent into the Seven Skies. The people and allies of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska are welcomed to attend a service that shall be held on the Jula and Piov of 381 E.S. in the city square, to mourn and remember the loss of Her Ladyship. It is asked that those attending wear black attire during the ceremony. It is still expected that in these solemn times that the privacy of the Amador-de Astrea family, and the late Grand Lady’s loved ones is respected. IV JOVEO MAAN, Signed, Her Royal Majesty, Annika Anastasija Barbanov, Queen-Consort of Hanseti-Ruska ((OOC)) Thursday, July 8th 5:00 PM EST/ 10:00 PM GMT

From the Seven Skies did Analiesa de Astrea stand, the little girl, forever a depiction of youth and a reminder of those who were gone too soon. Pacing back and forth, the girl awaited her mother. She had always watched over her, judging and criticizing her mother's action, though she secretly longed for the warm embrace she rarely felt even when she was amongst the living. Alas, she would never feel such again, her mother, as dramatic as she was, would never step foot in any of the Seven Skies. "Poor Adalia." Was all she could muster up to say before her attention would drift back to the once scrawny black haired boy turned man... @Sarmadonn Koenas Annika would mutter short curses under her breath. With the Grand Lady missing, she was incredibly overwhelmed with the work needed to be done. It would take days, weeks even for anyone to comment on the woman's absence, though when the time came, the news of her death would result in the Queen confining herself to her rooms. Even at her worst, Rosalind remained a mentor to Annika. "Vy are now my ward." The woman had once murmured to a younger, fresh-faced Annika, the underlying meaning of the statement as clear as a mother's yearning for her daughter to return...

STATEMENT FROM HER ROYAL MAJESTY THE KOENAS Vzmey and Hynk 378 ES To my people of Hanseti-Ruska, Let it be known that the Koenas despite her most recent assault, through the way of stabbing, is swiftly recovering following her treatment by the Lady Amicia de Astrea, expecting a full recovery. Our royal family never has bowed down to threats, nor have they taken attacks or these threats lightly. Haeseni men and women, as by Northern Honour will always be the first on the field and the last to leave it, so expect our fight against these malefactions to never cease. This attacker will be found, chastised and sentenced to the chopping block. So if anybody does have any valid information on this assailant, please bring it forth to the office of the High Justiciar. Unbending and unrelenting is what our time-tested line of the royal ilk are, expect us to not bow but have you instead kneel before our will. You are a coward and dishonourable, your sins will soon catch up to you; might only Godani save your soul now. Signed, Her Royal Majesty, Annika Anastasija Barbanov, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska

TO LIVE FOREVER Date: 12th of Joma and Umund, 372 of the Second Age “Would you, given the opportunity, accept eternal life?” Was the question he asked me. It was an odd inquiry for sure, something I have never really put much thought into. Could one actually live forever? And if they could, would it be of Godan’s will or something else? These were the questions which rushed through my mind. In all honesty I had nie clue what to say. As he watched me expectantly, I felt as though I needed to give him something. It was clear the question was niet rhetorical. He wanted a true answer. “That does niet sound natural. Godan would never bless someone with that.” I told him. In some ways, the man did not seem satisfied with my answer, only pressing me with more philosophical questions that I have never been asked before. His eyes were genuine and by all accounts, my favourite color. Vibrant, green eyes are what watched me, never once straying away as we spoke. Fyodor was someone who I had met upon my arrival to Karosgrad. A kind gentleman and quite literally the tall dark and handsome sort. He stood tall and confident and showed kindness to me as we spoke. We met at a shop as the market fair long ago came to an end. I was enticed by the dwarven wares and he was inquiring about a ring. His accent was Imperial but his looks and features reminded me of a Haeseni man. Quite the contradiction I suppose. It was not long until I was wrapped around his finger. There was something about Fyodor that was unlike the rest. He was nothing like the boys of my youth, nor did he resemble that of the men of my present. He seemed more so like a free bird which would fly to and fro as it pleased. In all honesty I could listen to him speak all day if allowed. His voice and the way he spoke with such articulate and meaningful wording drew me in. I was hooked. If it was niet for my engagement I- “Step-Mamej!” Came the cry of Petra from the hallway, the rambunctious Princess could be heard tripping over the hem of her dress with an audible ‘oof’. “Do niet run devushka!” The woman called out, standing up from the sofa within her office and making her way to the door. “Are vy alright?” She’d ask upon seeing the grinning girl behind the door. Raven black locks of the Princess would be slightly frazzled from her tumble, the rose gold tiara upon her head lying crooked. With a quiet ‘tsk’ Annika would move to adjust Petra’s appearance. “Da, I brought vy a sunflower!” She exclaimed, holding up a semi-wilted plant for her to take. Plastering on a happy smile, Annika would reach down and accept the gift. “Spasibo my dear! I will put this in a vase on my desk, Da?” She said, smiling wholeheartedly at the bouncing young girl she had grown to love deeply. “Da, da! Dravi!” Was all the girl said before merrily skipping back down the hallway and into the palace. With a small chuckle and a shake of her head, the red head would resort back to her office, plopping the wilted flower into a vase on her desk that was already stuffed with flowers similar to what was just gifted to her. “Where was I?” She sighed, making herself comfortable once more. If it was niet for my engagement I would have allowed myself to fall even further for him. He was so unique, so open to hearing my opinions and challenging them to make me dig deeper into my thoughts and feelings. In a way, he made me question my true self, my beliefs and my purpose in life. And in return, what did I give him? This is what I always wondered. Did I give him company? Someone to talk to when bored? Was I just there to help him pass the time? We established each other as friends, but in my heart I could feel the tug which I could only come to decipher later in life. It came to me in a dream and as I awoke to the cold breeze of the Attenlund air, for once my mind was clear of clutter and anxiety. There was nie more falling for him. Nie more falling because I had fallen as fast and as hard as one could. It was the conversation I craved and the challenging questions that I wished I could have every day of my life. The day in Yong Ping when he placed a cherry blossom behind my ear was the day I wished that I was someone else. Someone different. Someone who had the ability to run away with a man who I barely knew to face the repercussions for it when the time came. Someone who was free. A warm tear would trickle down the cheek of the woman, abruptly being wiped away. Letting out a shaky breath, Annika would watch the flames within the fireplace lick and curl around the burning logs. “I can niet.” She whispered to herself, moving to crumple up the page and toss it into the fire, knowing that this entry, no one could ever discover. The crumpled paper would quickly be devoured by the brushing flames, disintegrating into ash. Shortly after she made sure the evidence was destroyed, a small, dried and pressed cherry blossom flower would follow, engulfed by the quiet crackle and heat of the flames.

AN EXPECTED VISIT Shuffling through the unorganized pile of books within her office, the red haired woman would swiftly yank out a book buried deep within the bookshelf, causing a pile of books to come tumbling down upon her petite frame. The clatter of hardcover spines and leather slapping down on the wooden surface of the floor would be accompanied by an annoyed and frustrated huff of the woman and several of the books bounced off her head. “Blyat!” She exclaimed, kicking a heeled foot into the pile of books now scattered about the floor. Taking a moment, she would inhale several deep breaths, closing her eyes to calm her racing heartbeat as the food of frustration and anxiety within her threatened to spill out. “Saint Julia, keep me sane.” She would mutter under her breath, blue eyes peeling open as she gazed over the mess she had made. Though poking out beneath a few books, several slips of aged parchment would catch her eye. Carefully, the woman would make her way through the mess of books and lean over, pulling at the parchment. It was bent and slightly wrinkled, though the script seemed familiar. It was hers after all. A younger version of her. With time her frown would change to that of a nostalgic smile as she read through the papers. A diary lost but now found would rest in her fingers and the woman would take her leave from her office for the time being, slinking through the hallways of the castle to find her desired destination, a hidden room just for her to become lost in thought. A perfect place for reading. Date: Wzuvar and Byvca 369 ES I could see them approaching the keep, horses rearing and the sound of hooves upon the ground would crack through the cold air like thunder. It was expected, but I had not assumed it would happen so soon. Or more-so, I did not believe such a thing would happen. Not to me. From the perch of my balcony I could see the billowing robes of the Koeng, his unforgettable face stern and cold as he and his delegation approached. From below I could hear Stefan pacing the ground. He had no idea what was coming. Should I warn him? Maybe. Did I have time to? No. With the fast approaching group, there was no room for me to run downstairs and tell him with time to spare to make my way back up to my rooms. I suppose a surprise would be in order. The men of course went into a more confined space of the house. Stefan brought them to his bedroom to speak. I had to take my heels off to keep them from hearing me. Stefan’s room was right below mine and I could hear every last word of what was being spoken. As embarrassing as it was, I placed my ear against the floor. “The Kongzem needs a Koenas...Vyr sister would do dobry…” The words of the Koeng caused my blood to freeze. His mamej already gave me a warning of what was to come, but again, I was in shock. Though nothing would shock me more than the words of my borsa. “Nie.” was all that was said in response. No? How could he say no? After all this family had been through, the state of things even currently. He said no to giving his blessing? A small bicker would break out between the two men, resulting in the Koeng taking his leave. I could barely move. I felt shocked, betrayed, brushed aside like dirt under a broom. “How could vy?” I asked Stefan, watching him as he stood in the rain once the delegation had finally left. He did not care. He was stubborn and unbending, refusing to see that his selfish actions impacted my potential future. I will admit it, I cried. It felt like my future was a black void that I could not even imagine the possibilities. What was my purpose in life? What would I accomplish as an unmarried woman? I felt lost and scared. As much as I could pray, what actions could I do to keep my family happy and do my duty to the Kongzem I have been away from for so long? I felt as though my life was not my own as my mind spiraled into that of loneliness and anxiety, the constant feeling of anxiousness growing and causing my throat to close and sweat to sprout from my brow. A common occurrence in my youth, though as an adult I have not had as many episodes. It was not until late at night, after my heartbeat had calmed, did I receive the letter. A letter I had not expected to ever receive. A letter from him. Annika would set the entry down, cradling the parchment close to her chest, smiling as she recalled the old memories which came flooding back. In some ways, this was where her story had begun. Where her life finally had purpose and pushed her to further her accomplishments, not just as a noble woman, but as a strong headed and opinionated figurehead. To see where she had started and where she was now was something she would never forget, nor take it for granted.

Lounging in her chair under the sun, Maeve Elibar'acal would hear Lorelei speaking to her through the open doorway of her office. "You and your adventures." She clicked her tongue, her nose lifting upwards. "Larihei knows the valah will be your undoing llir." She mumbled, moving to take her fruity coocnut drink to her lips, continuing on with her vacation vibes.

THE IMPOSTER'S BALL Throughout the streets of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska, letters penned straight from the Koenas Council have been passed around to the noble peerage and the common denizen of the capital city of Karosgrad. Black parchment would entrap the information within, sealed by a gold wax stamp at the mouth of the envelope. Those who decided to open said letter’s would find fine script written upon pale fresh parchment. The letter would read: The Koenas Council would like to cordially invite you and all citizens and allies of Haense to join us for a night of frivolity and enjoyment as we seek to introduce a new game. The Imposter's Ball, a ball indeed, will require all in attendance to wear a mask, hiding your true identity like that of an imposter. Throughout the night, dancing and dining will be provided by the staff of the Nikirala Pikaz. It will prove to be a night of scares and entertainment, with each participant’s true persona concealed. Come dressed as your most favorite creature, in a haunting colour theme, or even as someone who scares you. We anticipate your arrival and look forward to putting on such a unique game for all you hunters. Signed, Her Royal Majesty, Annika Anastasija Barbanov, Koenas Consort of Hanseti-Ruska Her Ladyship, Rosalind Amador de Astrea, Grand Lady to the Kongzem of Hanseti-Ruska ((OOC: Event will be held in the Nikirala Place in Haense Friday June, 18th @4:00 PM EST/9:00 PM GMT)) How To Play:

Sat by the fireplace within the Royal Chambers of the Nikirala Prikaz, Koenas Annika would be happily munching on a bowl of sweets as she let out a fit of laugher. "Oh Aimee, I must hear this story when we meet next." She chuckled, reading about the fight the Dowager-Countess had been apart of. "Heinrik vy must come read this!" She called out into the room to her husband sat at his desk. @Rudi

From the confines of her office, Koenas Annika would read over the missive while enjoying a cup of tea. "Finally." She huffed. "An unethical and neglectful woman. I suppose she took my words to heart." A swift shrug of her shoulders would follow her words before she tossed the missive into the fireplace. "I think I may see if Heinrik wants some." She thought out loud. Picking up an extra tea cup, she would gather up her own along with the warm pot, making her way out of her office.

CALLING ALL YE HUNGRY WYLZK VA KUV TEA SULTZKE [!] A depiction of peasants gathered around the outskirts of Karosgrad circa 376 E.S. Issued on Tov & Yermey 376 E.S. As the streets and outskirts of the city of Karosgrad become more populated with the starved peasant population, HRM Koenas Annika and the Queen’s Council, in collaboration with the Holy Canonist Church, do hereby reach out to those who have been struck by starvation brought upon them via the troll attacks on the Kongzem. On Julia & Piov of 377 E.S., a soup kitchen will be held within the city square for any and all common folk who have had hard times brought upon them. Food and beverage will be provided, as well as confession and blessings offered by His Eminence Yaromir, Cardinal Jorenus, Patriarch of Jorenus. The Koenas Council will also be there to hear out the words of the people and receive feedback and suggestions on how more assistance and support can be provided to the people. We hope that all common folk will find reassurance in the efforts being made to assist them, and to feel appreciated in the labors they endure. We look forward to meeting with all those who wish to attend and may Godani bless the faithful. Signed, HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Annika Anastasija Barbanov, Queen-Consort of Hanseti-Ruska

[!] A depiction of Lady Annika Vyronov and Koeng Heinrik announcing their engagement to the courts. The Royal Wedding of 376 E.S. Issued on Gronna & Droba In these times of uncertainty, one thing is known to be entirely in truth: the bells of hope ring throughout the streets of Karosgrad, and the palace bustles with preparations. But for what, exactly? There are special caterers, roaming from the rear of Almaris, to the North; Haense. Accompanied by only the most exceptional of labourers, decorators, designers -- the entire lot! It’s been the entire talk and gossip of the court, with whispers spreading joyous news and forecasted prosperity to the country, one can only hope we’ll soon escape these times, where trolls roam the lands and death stalks each corner. A grand celebration, and occasion is to be held. With sprightly couriers, travelling the lands of Almaris, and delivering special invitations to those of Haense import, inside the Kingdom and out. Upon the read, it is announced that a Royal Wedding is to be held at the Basilica of St. Heinrik. Where His Royal Majesty, King Heinrik II, is to remarry, and pledge one’s troth again to the Her Ladyship, Annika of House Vyronov. Once the ceremony has concluded, and the Royal couple stand at the side of one another, guests are expected to make their way to the feast hall of the Nikirala Prikaz -- the palace. Indulging their eyes upon the many, and prudently set up decorations, and their stomachs upon the traditional, and foreign cuisine. Following the feast, and once the stomachs of men and women are full with drinks of celebration, the ballroom will be opened for a first dance between the happily wed. Once danced, all will be welcome to join the couple on the ballroom floor. Those who come will be thanked, and it is our most sincere wishes that all have a good time! Those who have lost any parent during the springtime of life know exactly the hardships of what a life without one holds; especially from such a youthful age. The joviality of that poor young soul wavers, it rids their childhood of any true ecstasy, for the death looms at that mind like a solitude island. With laps of waves washing over and over, until what was once there, is no longer, with no escape. His Royal Majesty, Heinrik II, dealt with this hardship, at the death of his father, the late king of Hanseti-Ruska, yet those waves did not wash over him, and instead he controlled the ocean. During his reign, the monarch has grasped onto many alliances, amassed the military men of his nation to rule the mightiest. Talks with Oren ended with Hanseti-Ruska on top, alas, with the upper hand for a change. His tribulations turned to triumphs, and with the rest of his life ahead of him, the denizens cheer, with their heads forever held high. Now garners the question, who shall take his hand? And lead this great nation into furthered prosperity? From humble beginnings did Annika of Vyronov come, roaming the streets of Karosgrad, where her true purpose was obscured. First, a humble lady from a small barony, to then a judicious woman of the jovenaar bench. Until she held vital segments of the Queen’s council upon her shoulders, empty streets turned to bustling streets of exuberance, which eventually caught the eye of His Royal Majesty. It was his duty to find another, to carry on his prestigious family lineage, to be wed. Yet prospects of love, his second shot, were far out of the question, but the Lady changed all of that for him. Hope hatched to light, and light brought that thorn in one’s flesh back to strength again. Annika, the purpose she once craved, she has it now; an unclear path in front. While enveloped in insecurities and not knowing the end of that path, at least now, in the eyes of Godan does she have Heinrik to walk that path with; hand in hand. With that in mind: Remember all, the talk of matrimony at all carries many responsibilities for both Heinrik and Annika. They have the eyes of Godani watching over them. So such a monumental fete should carry monumental ceremony and celebration, leading up to the wedding there shall be a festival, to paramount all of the others ever held. And on the day of wedding, hundreds- thousands shall amount to see the pair hand in hand, where lavish feasts are held, tournaments of vigour become the talks of town for weeks, and the women attract all eyes with their grandiose dresses. Invitations would be delivered to the Haeseni Noble Peerage: His Royal Majesty, Heinrik II, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his pedigree @Rudi His Grace, Friedrich Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his pedigree @ColdestPepsi His Grace, Ruslan Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his pedigree @Sarmadonn The Most Honorable, Maric II, Margrave of Greyspine @GMRO The Right Honorable, Kazimar Ludovar, Count of Otistadt and his pedigree @HogoBojo The Honorable, Jan Kortrevich, Viscount of Krusev and his pedigree @Luminaire The Honorable, Britannus Vanir, Viscount of Varna and his pedigree @Legoboy7984 The Honorable, IsaakAmador, Viscount of Aurveldt and his pedigree @Pureimp10 His Lordship, Stefan B. Vyronov, Baron of Astfield and his pedigree @Wolfey34 Honorable Invitations would be delivered to the following: His Imperial Majesty, John VIII, Holy Orenian Emperor, and His pedigree @KosherZombie Norli Starbreaker, Grand King of Urguan, Elder of Clan Starbreaker, Father of the Articles of Urguan, Herald of Khaz’A’Dentrumm and his pedigree @Nooblius Sven II Edvardsson, King of Norland, Duke of Varhelm, Chieftain of Clan Edvardsson, and his pedigree @MasonMcBadbat Sohaer, Othelu Orrar of the City-State of Haelun’or, and the Silver Council and his pedigree @Caelria Her Ladyship, Li Xiuying Matriarch and Minister of Foreign Affairs of Yong Ping and her pedigree @Kemobrown Onelia Evangeline Peregrin, Mayor of the village of Knoxville and her retinue @Josie_Exotic His Royal Majesty, Georg I, By the Grace of God, King of Sutica and King in Atheran Salvus, Sovereign Lord of New Ceru, Lord of Blackwater, Captain of the Snowy Fields Watch and his pedigree @MadOne His Highness, Prince Franz Leopold, Duke of Schattenburg and his retinue @Gusano The Honorable Lukas Rakoczy, Chief Jovenaar of the Aulic Court of Hanseti-Ruska @Pureimp10 The Honorable Lauritz Frederik Jensen, Associate Jovenaar of the Aulic Court of Hanseti-Ruska @Gusano Aimee carrion-Tuvyic, Countess-Dowager of Dobrov, Baroness-Dowager of Worldzmir and her pedigree @Levicourpos The Honorable Lady Maisie Adelheid d'Arkent of Sunholdt @zuziee Lord Joseph Ledicort d'Azor and his pedigree @Taketheshot Ser Antonius Vilac, Dynastic Prince of Vilachia and his retinue @Milenkhov The Right Honorable, Simon Pruvia, Viscount of Pruvia-Provins and his pedigree @MrChenn Miss Joanne de Selm @Ivoreyy Mister Otto Wittenbach, President of the Northern Geographical Society and its members @Etow All Clergymen of the Canonist Faith @rep2k OOC Info: Friday, June 4th @4:30 PM EST/9:30 PM GMT The Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska (Haense)

After a long days work of war reporting, Annika Vyronov would return home, placing her hat on her vanity and sitting down with a huff. "Perfection as per usual." She mused as she perused the newest edition of the Golden crow Chronicles.

In her home at Astfield, Annika Vyronov's face would grow red. "The falsities in this column!" She exclaimed. "Godan give me strength." The necklace in question still remained around her neck, clasped and secure...

Annika Vyronov would set her pen and parchment back inside her desk. "A hard days work deserves an evening of shopping." She declared. A mischievous smirk on her visage.