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"Huh. What the ****." spoke Ingvar Eiriksson, Chieftain of the Skanarri. He was completely and utterly baffled by the happenings of the Haeseni kingdom. Not that he truly cared, but it baffled him nonetheless.

William Tafton, loyal Soldier and Veteran of Ravenmire, raised up his fist "Long Live Crown-Prince Owyn, may His Majesty recover quickly!"

I can't wait to keep being a northman mountain nomad on this map

Hell yeah

Thorin Rostova... ...is dead! He cannot comment on recent political events! What did you expect?

LAST WILL & TESTAMENT OF THORIN ROSTOVA I, Thorin Rostova, of sound mind and body, declare this document to be my legally-binding last will and testament. This document shall serve to legally divide up my personal possessions among my next of kin. I name Isabel Rostova nee Denodado and Grand Prince Earoslav Rostova as the dual-executors of this will. To Owyn Rostova, I leave; The title of Duke of Eremar. All land possessions tied to the title of the Duchy of Eredmar. My arms and armor of practical use. My personal recommendation as replacement heir of the Grand Principality of Ravenmire. To my remaining children Alysanna, Allerick, Cosima, Alicent, Bo, and Izzy Jr I leave; My remaining items and artifacts, to be distributed evenly by the executors of this will. To Miguel Felipe, I leave; My official blessing to marry my daughter, Alysanna Rostova, when you are both of age. Furthermore, letters to specified individuals shall be distributed upon the event of my death, to be given to each individual without delay. Signed, His Highness, Thorin August Rostova, Prince of Ravenmire, Captain-General of the Ravenmirian Army, Duke of Eredmar

UNTIL THE END TWAS CHAOTIC ENOUGH ALREADY. A POLTERGEIST had already wreaked havoc within the Holy See, delivering naught but stress to those who had encountered it. Once such had been handled, it took only a matter of minutes for Thorin’s day to become considerably worse. A letter, sent by his son Allerick’s friend Sabrina, frantically told of a Haeseni arrival within his home city of Earosgrad in Ravenmire. Thorin at once had began to try and muster those within Lemon Hill to organize, even momentarily sallying out to Grense to ring their bell. Yet, Thorin quickly learned that such efforts were futile. In a matter of minutes, Lemon Hill was swarmed by an army of Haeseni raiders. Within moments, they had surrounded both Thorin and the scattered few who lingered in Lemon Hill’s courtyard. “Surrender!” they demanded of him, weapons drawn and armor fastened. There was a pause, perhaps even hesitation from the Prince. His thoughts dwelled to his family - His wife, his daughters, his sons… He wanted to live. Not for himself, but for them. To go home to them. Yet, as Thorin looked around at the dozen Haeseni soldiers which surrounded him, he knew that flight was no option. It never truly had been. “The Blood of the Raven does not cower.” It was a short but fierce fight. The Prince swung as hard as he could at the crowd around him, clanging against armor and parrying what blows he could. He fought for what felt like hours, but in truth were mere seconds. Alas, Thorin was overwhelmed and subdued by the foes who outnumbered him so greatly. The Ravenmirian was then bound by his hands, sat upon a Haeseni horse, and brought along with the Haeseni army as a spoil of war to be at their mercy. In the post-fight clarity with his adrenaline slowly seeping from his veins, Thorin could do naught but think of his family. His friends. How many of his friends had been ripped from him by war - HENRY OWYN HAVERLOCK, whom he had considered a brother before he perished in the Vinovian war - JOHN II, whom he had been forced to turn away from at the outbreak of the war. He had little time to think once they dragged him into the white-walled keep of House Ivanovich. Thorin gazed upon the chopping block, prepared to receive the Rostova in his final moments. Hauled before the chopping block, Thorin was bid to speak his final words. “Hmh,” Thorin paused for a moment. Again, his thoughts dwelled to his family - His wife ISABEL, his Sons and Daughters; OWYN, ALYSANNA, ALLERICK, COSIMA, ALICENT, BO, and IZZY JR. He wished he could see them now, speak to them, tell him how much he loved each of them so dearly, how he wished to see them grow up, get married, have families of their own, find their purposes in life…but alas, they were far from where he was now, and soon he would be in a new realm entirely. “I only regret that I had not done more to stop this war before it began. I blame naught the lot of you for doing your duties. May my death be swift.” The Prince then rested his neck against the chopping block, whispered a small prayer to himself, and made his peace with his maker.

✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ ⚜ ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ ISSUED BY THE IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2022 ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ ⚜ ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ TO THE LORDS AND OFFICERS OF RAVENMIRE. The war that grips this continent has left us in a brutal struggle to lay waste to our enemy in order to win this destructive conflict. In such times that all attention must be put into the war effort, I, THORIN ROSTOVA, Captain-General of the Royal Ravenmirian Army, hereby issue the following military decrees. All citizen ships within Ravenmirian waters capable of performing maritime combat will be temporarily transferred into active duty warships, to be returned to civilian ownership in the aftermath of the war with the HORENIC COVENANT. All officers of the Royal Ravenmirian Army are hereby ordered to collect materials necessary for the production of combat-ready warships. All shipbuilders of Ravenmire are summoned to meet with the Captain-General of Ravenmire to discuss ship building. Specific active duty warships will be tasked with patrolling the waters of the KINGDOM OF BALIAN to ensure their maritime trade is disrupted and to hinder the naval dominance of the schismatic Kingdom in their home waters. In effect, a blockade is now in place. Stand proud, men of Ravenmire. Through these efforts, we will triumph over the schismatics who believe themselves still capable of winning this war. Furthermore, this serves as a warning to all fishermen or maritime traders of Balian - Your vessels shall be fired upon in the event you attempt to subvert this blockade. ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ ⚜ ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ HIS HIGHNESS, THORIN ROSTOVA, Prince of Ravenmire, Captain-General of the Royal Ravenmiran Army, Duke of Eredmar

"Well, I told Tiberias I would support the van Aerts as a friend. Why not press Hadrian's claim too? Who knows what he'll turn Celia'nor into." said Thorin Rostova as he prepared to send a few Ravenmirian volunteers to help Hadrian carve himself out a new domain.

TO THE HYSPIANS YOU HAVE BEEN UNDONE. I, GRUGMAK, Raid-Speaker of the Horde of Many Tribes, have outwitted you. In the hour where your people thought they were safe, when you had let down your guard and believed yourselves superior, GRUGMAK’S WARBAND infiltrated your city. Whereas usually we, the sons of KRUG, do not fear to attack your cities openly, I decided to take a play out of your own book. We snuck in, and before you even realized we were there, we had one of yours bound and made our get-away. But I, GRUGMAK, am not without my lust for battle, nor am I a mindless brute as many of you dogs think I am. I offer you the opportunity to rescue the soldier we have captured. If you, the Kingdom of Hyspia, meet us in the open field in the desert, we will let your soldier go. If not, we will kill her. This is a one-on-one challenge. Should you bring your allies in an attempt to outnumber us, we will kill her. You have one “Saint’s Hour”, as you call it, to meet us in battle. If you wish for her to live, you will bring Hyspians and ONLY Hyspians in battle, so we may finally decide who of us are the better fighters. Make your answer public. YOU HAVE ONE HOUR.

Prince Thorin Rostova promptly slaps the informant who gave him false information about Norland's ruling dynasty. He then hastily went about to correct the invitations upon learning of the error.

✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ ⚜ ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ ISSUED BY THE IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2021 ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ ⚜ ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ IT IS A BEAUTIFUL THING WHEN TWO SOULS ARE JOINED. For many years, the bonds between the lords of Ravenmire have been left to words and oaths alone. No ties of blood have yet bound this nation together - that is until now. ANNE NICOLE MARNA and OWYN DEMITREY ROSTOVA, both of noble stock and of true Ravenmirian Blood, hereby wish to announce the union of the houses of Marna and Rostova in this most holy ceremony of matrimony. ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ ⚜ ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ The Grand Principality of Ravenmire cordially invites: ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ His Majesty, EAROSLAV I, Grand Prince of Ravenmire, and his Royal Pedigree His Grace, CONSTANTINE MARNA, Prince of Sedan, and his Noble Pedigree His Grace, GODEFROY D’AMAURY, Count of the Rhoswood, and his Noble Pedigree His Lordship, GASPARD WINBURGH, Baron of the Isles, and his Noble Pedigree His Lordship, PETER DI SALVO, Baron of Oakenwald, and his Noble Pedigree His Grace, TIBERIAS VAN AERT, Duke of Burgundy, and his Pedigree His Grace, EDWARD ALSTION, Duke of Alba, and his Pedigree His Grace, ATTICUS KEEN, Princeps of Ivoria, and his Pedigree His Majesty, TAR-ANORHIL, King of Numendil, and his Pedigree His Majesty, HAAKON EDVARDSSON, King of Norland, and his Pedigree His Lordship, AZHUG’GORKIL, Hordespeaker of the Many Tribes, and his Pedigree His Majesty, ULFAR STARBREAKER, Grand King of Urguan, and his Pedigree His Highness, GALAHAD ILUMRIN, High Prince of Caurost, and his Pedigree ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ ⚜ ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ HIS Highness, THORIN ROSTOVA, Prince of Ravenmire, Duke of Eredmar HIS Highness, OWYN ROSTOVA, Prince of Ravenmire HER Ladyship, Anne Nicole Haverlock, Princess of Sedan

Thorin Rostova made plans to assemble the army of Ravenmire to partake in this great razing of the von Theonus keep! "Ave Ravenmire!"

"They lose two battles, so now they resort to attempting to seize the moral high ground against us. They ought to muster their large army and raid the Pontificial States, lest they fear to lose 8,300 sets of equipment as they did at Kretzen." Prince Thorin said as he read the missive within the comforts of his keep at Eredmar. He stroked his beard briefly before making his way out of his quarters to begin preparations to continue the war effort - He would not barter with words, but with steel. "Victory or Death."

"Alas, we make away to the field of battle yet again. But this time, I fear the war shall not be so swift." Spoke Prince Thorin of Ravenmire with a heavy sigh before steeling his resolve. He made way to the armory, wherein he would begin to take stock of the equipment required for the Royal Ravenmirian Army. "Blood for the Raven."

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"Here we go..." said Prince Thorin of Ravenmire, who had given the same exact response to the missive of Balian a couple saint's hours prior. On top of every other development within the States, this was another that the Captain-General of Ravenmire was going to have an absolute headache over. "Right after the war with the Salvians too. Damn it"

"Here we go." Thorin said as he read the missive put out by the King of Balian & his friend. He released a sigh before going to write a missive to the aforementioned King, with whom the Prince of Ravenmire had much to discuss.

The spirit of Viceroy Cesar I de Pelear lets out a victorious roar upon seeing his descendants secure the long-awaited Kingdom of Hyspia.