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[!] A wandering middle-aged Adunian woman with silver hair wanders the countryside, passing by Rozania and watching from afar for a time before disappearing once more into the wilds of the world. 

The news of the loss of Esmond came quickly to Eliza Raven's ears. Her shoulders slumped and her fragile heart cracked at the weight of her sorrow. Eliza thought long about Aylin, an old friend she'd not seen in many years. "How she must feel..." The Adunian muttered as she wiped at her eyes, knowing full well the pain of losing a lover. 

With a long, shaky breath, Eliza poured herself a shot of cinnamon whiskey; this had become her ritual anytime she heard someone she'd cared for had died. Letting the alcohol burn her throat and tongue for a moment, Eliza closed her eyes. "Another good man gone far too soon. With many to miss him." 

Jane O'Rourke would be inconsolable at the news of her youngest son's death. Her soul fractured further and she locked herself into her room, hiding from the rest of her family as Jane wept for days on end. Jane, once a lively and firey woman now lay closed off from the world as she settled into her pain and grief. She knew she should be there for the family that remained, but Jane couldn't face them. The woman longed to hold her children and be held by her husband. However, Jane refused to seek them out. 

To Dante Lo, @Nathaniel Calding

Your loyalty and relentless hard work for your peoples and your land is truly inspiring. Your patriotism is beautiful to behold, as is your heart. The people of Rozania know you as a Halfling of your word, and these days that is rare. You have defended those unable to do so in battle, asking for nothing in return. Your bravery is remarkable, and none can deny your love of your people. 
For these honors, we bestow upon you the title of Lord. 

Thank you for your services and devotion, Lord Lo. 

Duchess of Rozania


 

Gwyn wept. Oh, how she cried for hours and then days for her parents. She knew not everyone loved William as he could be mean, misunderstood. But his youngest daughter had adored him. She'd delighted in making him smile, in laughing with him. The teenager, preparing her departure from Rozania, dug out her nicest black gown and donned it. With eyes still red and tears streaming down her face, Gwyn Buckfort looked at herself in an old mirror. Such pain in her expression as this young girl to became orphaned and homeless in such a small time span. What would she do? Where would she go? 

Initially, Eliza Raven had thought William had gone off to retire with his beloved wife. She'd wished him a happy life, though he had disappeared without a word. They'd been friends for decades, even after he had said he loved her and then cheated on her. Even after he and Arazo had conspired to murder her and failed. Even after... The lady shook her head, wiping her eyes and wrapping an arm about her middle, as though it would keep her from falling apart as her heart ached. Regardless of their past, William had loved her and she'd loved him; though not always romantically, but a deep love of friendship and understanding. She didn't know what to do, now. So many she loved had left her, now... Eliza felt terribly alone and without direction. 

Jane O'Rourke smiles warmly at her daughter, her heart aching slightly as she thought about how grown up Molly was becoming.

"You certainly could, dearest." She turns to Geoff expectantly, knowing he was more poet than she ever could be. 

Taking a walk about the all too-quiet town, Eliza smelled smoke. As she came around a corner, the church and tavern came into view, the former with a dark plume of smoke coming from a large hole in its roof. The lady bit her lip to keep from swearing aloud as she rushed towards the burning chapel, her face white. Standing before the doors of the place, Eliza cupped her hands around her mouth. “Hello?! Is anyone in there?!” The crackle and snaps of burning wood echoed back at her shouts, and the Duchess stepped inside, urging her karin to remain outside the door. The large feline creature stalked back and forth at the entrance, clearly frightened but also watching her Adunian owner closely. 

Eliza stepped carefully within. “Hello?!” She called out again, coughing in the smoke. The air was heavy with clouds of dark smoke and her eyes stung as she forced them to stay open, searching. The front of the church was engulfed in flame, the main support beam of the ceiling lain upon the floor and seats, splintered and glowing and crackling as it burned. Her eyes swept the room as she made her way through the burning remnants of the church. Eliza tripped on a broken piece of the stone floor, catching herself with her hands and jumping back as the skin on her arm screamed in pain. Ignoring it, the Adunian hurried about, ensuring that the room was indeed empty. 

Leaning against a wall on the street, Eliza sighed. “Well, at least it was empty.” She said to her karin with a shrug as she rubbed the creature’s head between its salt-horns. When the rain started, the Duchess closed her eyes at the sound of the hissing flames being slowly extinguished. 

Eliza would find the note, her heart heavy as she read through it again and again. The woman gave a slow nod, folding the letter and putting it into her pocket. 

"You may turn out to be right.... But I hope not. Safe travels and warm hearths, Peralien. You'll always have a place here... I'm sorry." 

The Duchess sighed heavily, turning on her heel as she pulled a shawl tighter around her shoulders wandering into the quiet streets of her home.

All Hail the Duchesses!

Eliza Raven read through the letter Nadia had handed her, brows furrowed deeply over her green eyes. She leaned her hip against the desk next to her, the paper in both hands as Nadia Buckfort stood before her, waiting.

“To my dearest children,

Gwyn and Nadia,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. Alas, most of my offspring have grown and pursued out other paths in life, leaving me with very few to pick from. By right, the throne should go to Lord Aldigar, your eldest brother, but as you know, life has taken him elsewhere, for he is a noble knight and a loving father. However, if one thing you have in common with Aldigar, it's your kindred heart.

I wish for you two to take the throne together, make it a dual duchy. As sisters, you shall make a good team, bound by strong Buckfort blood. You will let no husbands, lustful for power, to take on the other's role. The first legitimate son of either of you shall be the heir, if suitable.

Let Rozanian values live on. Let our culture bloom. Let our people thrive. It is for them that we do what we do.

My love for you is boundless like the sea. Please, my beloved aenguls, make your father proud. As the motto of our House goes, Many Hearts, Beating As One. I will be there, when you need my council.

Signed,

Dad”

Nadia Buckfort looked at Eliza with worry, as Nadia watched her finish the letter,  “What do ya wanna do about this? Gwyn is too young… She ain’t fit to lead yet, and I don’t want to do this by myself. These are your people, this is your family Eliza. Please… Help me.” 

Eliza looked up at her young friend, taking a breath to consider her options. “I’d be honored to help you, of course. How can I be useful to you?” She held her breath for an instant, waiting the lady’s answer. 

“I would like you to lead, alongside me. In Gwyn’s place. A dual duchy as dad wishes.” She nods, slowly, hoping Eliza would say yes. “You and him led Sarissa here. You have gone this far, without me here. Lead with me, us, duchess’s of Rozania.”

“You would share your title with me?” The Adunian stared at Nadia for a moment, a smile forming on her lips. “I absolutely accept your proposal, Nadia. Yes, I will share the Duchy with you.” 

Nadia’s eyes filled with tears, and she wiped them swiftly away, “Thank you Eliza. Thank you so much.” She took a Rozanian quill, and began to write some words on the page, 

“I, Nadia Buckfort, named Duchess of Rozania by the Duke of Rozania William Buckfort, do hereby decree Eliza Raven to join me in title and duty, Duchess of Rozania. Shall we lead Rozania together, to greatness, in a dual duchy. May Rozania be safe in our hands, and shall one of us fall, the other continue to lead. May we lead our people, together, and abide by GOD in all of our actions, and words. May we both be Duchesses.”

The words filled the paper, and Nadia signed, handing Eliza a quill with a beaming smile. “Sign, and we shall lead as one.”

Eliza beamed back, taking the pen and carefully writing out her flowy signature next to Nadia’s. “There, it’s official. Duchess Nadia.” The Adunian lady smiled to her friend. “Long live Rozania and it’s Duchesses.” 

                                                                                        Duchess of Rozania, Nadia Buckfort

Duchess of Rozania, Eliza Raven

Eliza nods slowly, reading over the letter. "I am sad to see you go, dear friend. I pray you find what you are looking for, and it brings you peace. You will always find a welcoming hearth here in Roza."

Eliza prayed that the community would be safe and could finally live in peace. She then sent couriers out with copies of the missive to ensure the knowledge spread. 

Eliza read this notice with a heavy heart. "Brawly has done so much for us. If he should like to retire, I'll gladly allow him his well-deserved rest. But should he ever decide to take up these responsibilities again, I will support him completely." 

Gwyn is read Oisin's reply and pouts. "So, he's not coming home for a tea party with me?" 

Little Gwyn Buckfort asks a member of the household staff to help her write an open letter to her brother.

Dear Oisin, that's my big brother,

I miss you. Papa said you got mad and took Miss Diona away. I miss her, too. She said she was gonna get me some pajamas like her's, too. 

Please come home and tell Papa you're sorry. He's been so sad and bad things are happening. I'm not allowed to play outside the gates anymore. Papa said if people come on horses they'll kill me. 

Tell him I'm scared. And want him to come to a tea party with me. 

Okay that's all. 

Oh! Sign it Princess Gwyn Buckfort

Princess Gwyn Buckfort grins at the ad, pointing to the strawberry tea and choccy cookie. 

"I'm gonna get one of those!!!" She rushes off to find her papa, hoping to cheer him up.

Eliza smiles warmly as she heads home for some well-earned rest. "Oh, Otter! Always bringing the smiles. I'll be in there soon, friend." 

Briseis peeks out at the streets, seeing it all quiet and the dead cleaned up. She sighs. "Perhaps now it is safe to venture out for some tea..."

Eliza weeps for the lives lost. She crumples up the missive and hurls it as far away from her as she can in anger and pain. "There is no honor in killing innocents. How dare they murder without question. These butchers have no place in this. This is strictly between two men and they need to stop this bloodshed NOW!"

Eliza frowns. "Already conflict... Can we just have peace?"

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RP Name: Eliza Raven-Sentinel
Address: Raven Hall
Vote: William Buckfort

Eliza nods. "Whatever best takes care of the people, Your Majesty." She hides her bag of cabbages behind her back, hoping no one will take them from her as she needs them for Sunday dinner! 

Eliza beams at the invitation, thrilled for her friend. "Dear, Diona! I hope this is just the beginning of a joyful life here."

Festival of Blooms

 A Rozanian maiden collecting flowers for the upcoming ball. 

Come One, Come All! The Kingdom of Rozania has declared itself open for anyone and everyone! 

To celebrate, the Rozanian people invite all to explore this new Kingdom filled with local shops, local brews and new friends not yet discovered. With a fully stocked tavern, blacksmith and shops all around, the people of Rozania look forward to meeting you and showing you this land they've worked so hard to create. 

To further celebrate this occasion, King of Rozania William I, will be holding a ball in the castle for those that wish to attend. Dancing and a feast will help top off this joyous festival! Please come adorned with a flower crown with colours of your choosing! Express yourself! 

Even Ser Wojtek will be available to dance, should you ask nicely and perhaps bring him treats! 

We hope you will make the trip to visit Rozania! [[-900, -420 East Hub]] Long live Rozania! 

The Grand Coronation of William I of Rozania

To officially crown Ser William Buckfort as the foremost King of Rozania. 

The responsibility to lead the people of Rozania is not a light one, but it is one that Ser William Buckfort will take deeply seriously and great care in doing it well. 

All Rozanians are invited to attend and to bring a small item of personal relevance to give to our newly crowned King as a semblance of what his reign means to you. Examples could be a small painted or fancy rock to show hard work, little purses of dirt to signify growth and prosperity, a pin, doll, or something that matters to you. 

During this ceremony, Ser William will parade to the dais carrying a crate for the items to be gifted to him as he passes all Rozanians in attendance. At this time, anyone with a grievance will have the opportunity to strike the man with a stick upon his arms, legs and back. Striking upon the head, abdomen or groin are forbidden and will be met with force. Sticks will be in a barrel by the door for folks to collect and return at the entrance. This act will represent our new king starting with a clean slate as he begins his rule. 

Long Live King William I.

Long Live Rozania.


 

Gwyn Buckfort pouts as she tries to read through the rules, only knowing a few words, so far. Taking the paper to her father, she asks, "Papa, wass diss? I wanna ride the wheely-chair!" 

Eliza Raven-Sentinel simply shakes her head , chuckling. "Ah, William. This should bring some spirits up!" 

Briseis Astasel reads the missive with a confused expression. "What a strange idea....only William could come up with this." She hurries off to tell John with a laugh.

Eliza reads about the rebellion and it's swift end. She furrows her brows in concern, her thoughts scattered.

"I hope Lomiei and Johanna are alright. Ulrich, too."