JuztLizzy

Julius is so cool

Mc Name: JuztLizzy Rp Name: Karyna Rezalin de Pelear Persona ID: #81756

Hyspian Language Guide OOC Note This guide was created by the Hyspian community and advised by Latin American players, to better help those wishing to portray the Hyspian Culture more accurately. We should strive towards Cultural appreciation rather than Cultural appropriation when playing a Hyspian character. When you are using dialogue in your emotes you should either use full Hyspian (Spanish) or full common (English). Please do not combine the two. On occasion you may use Hyspian Nouns ex. Mija, Mijo, to add flavor to your roleplay but please be mindful of how you use them. As stated we are looking for Cultural appreciation. Language Teachings Common Nouns Padre = Father Madre = Mother Mijo = Son Mija = Daughter Tio = Uncle Tia = Aunt Primo = Cousin (M.) Prima = Cousin (F.) La Casa = House La Persona = Person La Iglesia = Church Su Majestad = Your Majesty Alteza = Your highness Princesa = Princess Principe = Prince Common Phrases Hyspian Common Hola! Como estas? Hello! How are you? Buenos Dias/Buenas tardes/Buenas Noche Good day/good afternoon/good night Que paso? What happened? Estas bien? Are you okay? Que es tu nombre? What is your name? De nada No problem/you’re welcome Gracias Thank you Viva Hyspia Long live Hyspia Hasta mañana Until Tomorrow/see you tomorrow Disculpame Excuse me/forgive me Examples “Buenos Dias! Como estas? Good day, how are you?” “Muchas Gracias. Thank you very much” “Mijo/Mija, how are you?” “Su Alteza, todo está muy bien en la ciudad. Everything is going good in the city, your highness” Signed, Her Highness, Karyna Rezalin de Pelear, Vicereine of Hyspia, Duchess-Consort of Pacazu, Baroness-Consort of Arenisca, Lady of La Dorada, Lady of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Protector of the Hyspian People and Matriarch of House de Pelear

JuztLizzy Senna #81756

First off, I'd like to say that this is by no means a post telling you how to act or behave around people. what you say and do is up to you. I just wanted to make this little reminder because i've been seeing things pop up more and more recently, and it's starting to affect people I care about. I know we make jokes and complain about LoTC but genuinly, I love this server. I've made amazing memories, met great people, and joined a number of different communities. Recently though, I've been hearing and seeing more disagreements between players than there usually is. More specifially, disagreements that begin because of OOC drama or because of something player's characters have done IRP. It's saddening seeing communities and friends fall apart because of something that happened in a minecraft roleplay server. I see these people and places I love fall apart and hate each other for the most obscure things that can be solved by a simple conversation. So, with that said, I would like to give everyone the friendly reminder, THIS IS A ROLEPLAY MINECRAFT SERVER. What characters say to each other, it's not real. If characters are arguing, it doesn't mean the players are too. Along with that, the same thing should apply if people are arguing OOCLY, don't bring that into your roleplay. A good portion of the players on this server are adults, so please, deal with OOC issues privately and away from the server. Don't make up useless drama that just breaks up friends in the end. People come to LoTC to escape from the struggles of real life. To roleplay and have fun. Not to have OOC Drama and lose friends. It shouldn't be difficult to be a decent person in this game. Thats all I have to say, whether you take the advise or not is up to you. All I want is for the hate to stop. Love you all, Lizzy

Even after the disruption to the joyous day, Dele Maria Seregon was still happy for the newly married couple. She has stayed the entire event and watched with a bright smile. All while thinking of how to repay the Prince and his friend for their kindess towards her.

Karyna Rezalin De Pelear held the young princess in her arms, tears of joy streaming down her freckled cheeks. She was overjoyed by the birth of her first daughter, pressing gentle kisses onto the infant's forehead. "Mik little girl.." she would say, looking over to her husband, Cesar, and smiling the brightest she ever has..

Viceroyal Vows of Matrimony A portrait of Crown Prince Cesar Franciscito de Pelear and Lady Karyna Rezalin Colborn It is with the utmost pleasure and happiness that the Houses of de Pelear and Colborn will be announcing the marriage of Crown Prince Cesar Franciscito de Pelear and Lady Karyna Rezalin Colborn. Once childhood friends, the pair have enjoyed a lengthy courtship whilst her ladyship worked diligently to provide and show off her scyfling culture and become a true Colborn woman. They have now decided to end their courtship and begin anew in a lifelong dedication to each other. Event Itinerary The Wedding and Reception The wedding itself will take place within The Everardian Basilica of Haense and will see the two joined together in holy matrimony under the light of GOD. La Verdadera Destreza After the wedding the Crown Prince and the Crown-Princess Consort of Hyspia will host a duel in the traditional art of Hyspian fencing. All who wish to compete may volunteer. The final champion of the duel will be gifted a custom rapier smithed by the Viceroyal family’s blacksmith. The Ball Once the duel is complete, all will gather in the Palace of Haense to attend a ball to celebrate the wedding. Any gifts brought may be given as the people dance the night away with various drinks and food being offered. Formal Invitations are Sent to, in No Particular Order: His Holiness Sixtus V His Majesty King Aleksandr II of Haense and the Citizenry of Haense His Majesty King Adrian I of Balian and the Citizenry of Balian His Highness King Edmund of Aaun and the Citizenry of Aaun Her Majesty Queen Renilde I of the Petra and the Citizenry of the Petra His Highness, Francisco de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia and the Citizenry of Hyspia His Princely Grace Manfred Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree Her Excellency, Roslin Baruch, Duchess of Valwyck and her noble pedigree His Grace, Viktor var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree His Excellency, Otto Ludovar, Count of Otistadt and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Anabel Colborn, Countess of Malkovya and her noble pedigree The Honorable, Audo Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Alyona Godunov, Baroness of Verskaya and her noble pedigree His Lordship, Henrik Amador, Baron of Mondstadt and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Ileana Kortrevich, Baroness of Koravia and her noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Katrin Stafyr, Baroness of Thurant and her noble pedigree Firr Demitrey Novikov and his pedigree Personal Invitations are Sent to, in No Particular Order: The Vailu Valmiran, Bards College Señor Glorier Maiheiuh-Delevoye and his Pedigree Lord Brendell Colborn of the House of Colborn and his Noble Pedigree Señora Grimhildr Arkent-Chen of Portoregne and her Pedigree Gusiam Jusmia The Noble Clan Lak of the Iron Horde Edward Kervallen and his Pedigree Signed, His Highness, Cesar Franciscito de Pelear, Crown Prince of Hyspia Her Ladyship, Karyna Rezalin Colborn

Virgil found himself in a rare fit of laughter, leaning back on his chair as he inspected the response. This only feuled his hunger more. He took a knife and brought it down onto the paper with force, pinning it to the desk. It was on.

[!] Parchments are slid into the Haeseni walls A Devious man lies within your Courts. His identity, his life, is a lie. Many years ago, my sword pierced this man’s heart. He put up a decent fight, but in the end his heart was twisted and shattered. He was dead. That was what I thought. Only to be proved wrong, when I saw him laughing cheerfully with his friends mere hours later. I was enraged . That anger has only grown throughout the years. And so, I bring you this news. The Grand Lord of the Queen’s Court lives a false life. One he does not deserve to have. Your Grand Lord lies. Fabian Kortrevich, I do hope you and Ileana liked my little surprise. I knew keeping that brat around would come useful one day. I'm flattered that you wish to find me my dear siblings, but what fun is it if I just let you win the game, just like that? No, this time, we’re playing by my rules.This is my first move, what happens next? Well, we’ll have to wait and see, won't we? I look forward to how the people of Haense take to this information. Alas, dear Brother, we aren’t as different as you thought. Signed,

A certain Forsaken Bastard sat against the same stone cold walls that Sergei was killed against, his blood stains still present. The man stared down at the missive with those emotionless eyes of his, even more tired looking than before. "So, vy have found eam little gift and return to eam with one of vyr own. How sweet" The man crumbled the parchement in his hand, tossing it to the side. He stood and grabbed his sword, tying it to the belt at his waist, walking out into that world which denied him, " Let the fun Begin..."

The newborn prince had startled most by his powerful cries, kicking and flinging his arms and legs around. The Young prince had a strong and loud demeanor. Compared to his sister, he was like a blizzard that would come after the peaceful snowy day. Alaehra calmed after some minutes, having faught the maids well, but lost in the end. He was set in a seperate crib, next to the peaceful princess who he would call sister. Truly, this would be an interesting duo of siblings.

1. Favorite character is hard to say, cause i've had alot, but if i had to choose one, i would say it would be my first character. My wood elf Laltyl. I've had her the longest and probably xperienced the most on her. 1a. My favorite moment has to be her coming of age ceremony. All her family member and friends gathered and her father figure said some really sweet things before everyone gifted her some significant items that i still have to this day 2. I dont like beef jerky :/

Welp, here we are guys. Today marks my third year anniversary of being on Lotc I've experienced so much on this server in the last few years, it's become a part of my daily routine Lmao. I've met many amazing poeple and made so many great friends. Honestly, even if i have had bad expereinces, I wouldn't change anything. To celebrate the occassion I have decided to do an Ask me Anything thingy because i thought it would be fun. Lots can happen in three years. SO, go on and ask away! and Please remember to be nice!

Upon hearing the news of the princess' passing, the armored man would hum. Such a hum that was oh so fmailiar to the princess whenever they interacted. The man was in a camp, deep in the woods. He'd remove his helmet and place it on the ground beside him. He'd chuckle...His shoulders following his actions...He'd then begin to laugh maniacly, his voice echoing in the empty woods. "vy faught well...Rosalind..but pillars fall not long after being disturbed" He would say out loud, his features going back to being blank and null of any emotion after his manic episode... Another one down...

“PRINCESS FOR THE DAY” SLUMBER PARTY Published from the Viscounty of Venzia ISSUED ON THE 10TH OF WZUVAR AND BYVCA, 472 E.S. O’ GUD, VOR HJELP I GYNE ERE, All young ladies seek to spend their days in good company, just as every young girl aspires to be a Princess, however very few are blessed by such high birth. Why shall they be deprived of an opportunity to do both? Therefore, Lady Karyna Colborn wishes to invite each and every young lady in the lands to a slumber party where each girl can live her dreams and be a Princess for one night. Each young lady in attendance must grant herself with a title. She may be the Princess of anything she wishes, provided it is imaginative and illustrative of her deepest desire - as is the mission of the evening to deliver. ACTIVITIES FLOWER CROWN MAKING A selection of flowers and colourful plants will be present for the picking. Every guest can craft a Royal flower crown for herself or for a fellow Princess, decorating it with whichever flowers she thinks represent herself or the other. The fanciful Princesses shall then don their respective crowns as delegates of their respective kingdoms. HOT COCOA Cups of delicious hot cocoa will be passed out to every princess. If she wishes to add toppings such as marshmallows, milky cream, chocolate, or peppermints, they will be available to all. PASTRY BAKING Princesses will then divide themselves into groups and will be handed ingredients and instructions of various pastries they can make. Each pastry is sure to be delicious, and its recipe is of ancient Scyfling origin. By the conclusion of the baking, each Princess will have been able to taste her hard work; a satisfying end to the night. SKRALI VOR GUD, His Lordship, Erik Edvard Colborn Her Ladyship, Lady Karyna Rezalin Colborn Her Ladyship, Anabel Elia Colborn, Keeper of The Book, Scribe of the House of Colborn EVENT DETAILS:

Hey ya'll! I hope those who celebrate thanksgiving had a great day and so did the ones who dont celebrate. Im just popping in to make a nice little Thankful post. Im going to say what im thankful for this year and I invite anyone to head down to the comments and write something they're thankful of regarding LOTC. I'll go first... Im thankful for the wonderful people and communities that I've been a part of. There may be some icky moments but the laughs and jokes always outweigh them. I'm thankful for everyone that has put in hard work to make this server what it is. From anyone in the moderation teams to a normal player, you all make Lotc worth it. I look forward to the many more laughs and beautiful moments I'll have in this server and to the many new friends I'll make. Thank you. <3 - Lizzy

CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS Issued By LORENCE ARVID COLBORN & MAESIE EVELYN MOROVAR On this 12th of Joma & Umund 447 E.S Lorence and Maesie were first introduced by Rudolf Vyronov when they were but mere children, going off to draw and paint together. They continued to meet and socialize as they grew up, becoming close confidantes. Seeing them together was always common, even though their personalities differed. The cheerful and exhilarated Maesie always leading the quiet and timid Lorence into adventures or simple conversations. As time went on and they matured, so did their love for each other. They would gift each other trinkets as a form of their affection. Lorence would give some flowers here and there, and Maesie knit a beautiful scarf that Lorence still wears to this day. They continued to grow even closer in the Liftala season, deciding to finally make it official and get the permission they needed to bring them together in a union. With the approval of both houses, you are invited to attend this grand ceremony at St.Carr’s Chapel within the Viscounty of Bethelenen. And so, it is with great happiness that House Colborn and House Morovar announce the upcoming betrothal of Lord Lorence Arvid Colborn and Lady Maesie Evelyn Morovar. Long have this young couple awaited the day where they could come together and seal their love, and the day is finally here. [!] Attached to the invitation is the time and date [OOC] INVITATIONS ARE AS STATED BELOW The House of Colborn The House of Morovar His Royal Majesty, King Karl III and his family Aurik Bishop Giovanna Bella Donny Romstun Noemie Oxensteirna and anyone else that wishes to attend FAMILJ IGENOM ELD, His Lordship, Lorence Arvid Colborn Her Ladyship, Maesie Evelyn Morovar

It all started when a poor girl met a curious boy… “Hallo.” He greeted with a small smile, offering a curt nod. “Zdravo” the girl greeted back. The girl introduced herself quite formally, though her curtsy seemed out of practice.. She said that she was looking to find work soon, and so the boy said.. “Ich vish du great luck zhen. Vhat do du like to do vhen ihr nicht busy vith title zhings?” The Girl shrugged “ja help my Majka work. Not much fun though….” To which the boy responded… “Do du vant to maybe do something fun? Ich don't have anything to do right now and ich don't have to be home for a couple of hours.” “Something fun? Sure, like what?” The girl tilted her head slightly. “Ve could go somevhere, take a little adventure, get out Haense for a little vhile.” “Alright then, lead the way. Ja haven't gone far from Haense” she pat her dress and moved to follow The Boy Adventure…yes, it was their adventure. Dijana lay coughing in their bed, sweat dripping down her forehead as her breathing became scarce. Adrian was sitting beside her, having her hand in his, a worried expression washing over his features. Over the past few weeks, Dijana has been coughing blood, and growing warmer and sicker, until now. Doctors were sought after but they could not find a cure, sadly saying that her time was near. Dijana knew this from the beginning, and so she tried to spend as much time with her family as she could, laughing with her children, feasting with friends, and adventuring with her husband, Adrian, who was talking with Viktoriya, who was standing at the edge of the bed, Dijana could faintly hear their words, her mind clouded from the sickness. It wasn’t often to see Viktoriya as disheveled as she was standing at the edge of the bed with Adrian. Pacing back and forth to aid in comforting the slowly dying woman. “There’s niething ea ca do, niet now..” Sighing and gesturing to her fingers, laced in papercuts from long nights of flipping through pages. “Ea don’t think there’s anything to do.” She told Adrian, taking a seat at the side of Dijana, dabbing the sweat on her forehead with a cold, dampened towel. “Make her comfortable, is all ea can advise, Adrian.” Looking between the couple with an indescribable pain in her eyes. “.. Ea’m sorry.” Adrian ran his hand through his once dark brown hair, the sliver streaks starting to show through, “It’s too soon for mein vife to pass.” He softly spoke to Viktoriya, shaking his head, the tears welled behind his eyes but a single tear has yet to fall. - For he needed to be strong for his dying wife and for their children, “Ich truly loved mein vife, I shouldn’t have treated her the way that I did in our younger years.” A heavy sigh escapes the man as he moves to take a seat at her bedside, a hand reaching to take Dijana’s. “Zhe kinder vill find out soon, Ich vant du zhere vhen Ich tell zhem.” He said to Viktoriya, using his free hand to gently run through his wife’s hair. “Ich vill always love du, mein liebe.” He slowly leans forward to place a kiss on her forehead, his thumb gently rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. Dijana let out in a raspy voice, “ja’m sorry, moja love…ja have to cut our adventure…short..” she heaved after every word, trying her best to get the words out. She looked up at Adrian, tears forming in her eyes as she took in his features, never once growing bored of them. She memorized his eyes, his nose, his hair, his lips. Everything. “Tell the children their majka loved them very much…they made this adventure truly worth it…” her breathing began to slow down, she reached a hand up weakly to cup Adrian’s cheek “ja…ja love eym..” Her hand slowly started to fall limp. Adrian slowly shifted to sit next to his dying wife, gently picking up her head to rest on his lap, “Du know ich am going to miss du?” He said with a soft but pained chuckle, leaning his head back to rest against the wall, “Don’t start zhe next adventure vithout me, vait for me.” He continued to softly speak as he felt Dijana’s body go limp, “Ich am going to see du soon again.” Adrian knew that this was going to be the last conversation with his wife, he shakes his head, blinking back the tears, “Ich love du, mein love.” He softly spoke for the last time, now bearing the burden of taking care of their little family. And wait she will do. Dijana would continue to watch over her family from above, waiting for her husband to begin their new adventure.

Sitting under a grown apple tree in the Colborn keep, the newly legitimized Lorence arvid Colborn held his journal, sketching about on its soft papers. Inside, the pencil would start forming shapes. Shapes of the man that inspired so much joy in the teen’s earlier years. As Time went on after the incident, Lorence found himself wanting to be alone most of the time, with a few exceptions. He grew angrier for simple things, something that he had never done before. He had changed because of this. “Mik…mik never thanked eym for..everything..” He sobbed one day, sitting under that very tree, hugging his legs close to his chest. The teen cried, alone, despite what his great grandfather said, he couldn’t bring himself to go to someone. He felt that everyone was grieving in their own way and that he would just burden them with his own grief. His drawings lessened, he felt no inspiration to make something when all he felt was an emptyness deep inside. He would open his journal to a fresh page, only to close it a few moments later, looking up to the leaves of the apple tree, tears flowing down his cheeks once again. He still had so much he wanted to share with Adrian… Lorence would visit Adrian often, sitting beside his bed and sitting in silence. Sometimes he would talk of his day, or of his encounters with his friends, not knowing whether the old man could hear him in his coma or not. He just wanted to share these moments with him, even if he wasn't conscious to experience them No matter what, Lorence promised himself one thing, he would not disappoint Adrian, he would continue to make him proud, no matter what.

What’s Next? “I'm proud of you” These words beat in Laltyl’s mind for hours when she first heard them from him. It was like the magic word used in a book, giving hope to everything that surrounded it. She finally had everything she ever wished for. The fairytale life she dreamed of as a child had come true.She had the love of a father and mother, though far away, never missing. She had a husband which she loved with everything she was. She even had children, who had grown up to be wonderful people. Everything was perfect, she got her happy ending….So what now? No one ever asks that, do they? You never ask what comes next after the story ends, after the happiness is reached. So, here we are. Having reached the climax, what can come next from it? One doesn’t know what the future will or won't bring, but you can make a choice to push for a certain future. My choice is to rest, to go into the forests, let nature claim me as fate decides what comes next. [!] Letters are dispatched to these people Thank you to Everyone, and I will see you soon.

Lorence Arvid Black scratches his head, messing up his hair slightly. The boy had a puzzled look on his face " What will we eat then? Mik do nej like veggies"

Laltyl was walking down the roads of the western hub, on her usual walk. The priestess had decided to go off road today, heading towards the jungle part of the west since it held many beautiful sights that she adored to see. The day was sunny and warm, you could hear the crickets and other little critters chirping or skittering about. Ever since being attuned, Laltyl has felt more at peace with the nature surrounding her, she needed it more than ever. while going down a hill, Laltyl heard a loud shuffle near a tree. It was louder than the others she had heard, and just after the shuffle there wasa chirp. Not a bird's chirp, not a cricket's chirp. It was a chirp that she was very familiar to. The elfess moved slowly to the tree and peaked behind it. There layed a tiger cub, chirping out for it's missing mother, "why hello there little one, where is your haelun.." she approached the cub carefully, sitting next to it and taking it into her hands. It was small, being maybe a few days old at least. Laltyl had handled newborn cubs before, she knew how to treat it. The cub was a dark orange with stripes similar to it's fur color. Laltyl had never seen a cub quite like this one, she imagined it was a rare coloring in the breed. She decided to take it home with her since the mother was nowhere to be seen after waiting for an hour or two. She brought the cub to th Vuln'Miruel seed in Oswin and fed it some milk, letting it sleep in her lap once it was full. While asleep she checked it's gender. A male. "I'll name you...Eagle" She stayed with the cub all night, falling asleep with it too.

Dijana Kutznetsov lays in her bed, the sheets covering her while her pillow soaked up her tears. Having lost her father only a few years prior, losing her beloved uncle only cut the wound deeper… “te promised..te would take mi on adventures..” the teen cried, hiccuping after every word. She wouldn’t leave the room for quite a few days, only coming out for food, but not much else…

Illynora Sylvaeri reads over the paper and hummed to herself, “she has proven to care for the city and her people. Even cared for me when I was a child. Third times the charm I guess”