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MC Name: Moenah
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MC Name:
Moenah
Character's Name:
Elizaveta Ulyana
Character's Age:
33
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Highlander
What magic(s) will you be learning?
Housemagery
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Self-Teach
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Self-Teach
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[!] With joy, copies of this missive were not only scattered across Karosgrad, but placed neatly at the doors of the manors and keeps of all the Kingdom’s peers, and each house. To those outside of the city, special invitations were sent by an Aviary.
Spoiler[A drawing from a different artist, depicting Elizaveta in deep conversation and planning with the patron spirit of the event – the dear Raven.]
THE FANTASTICAL WEDDINGPALOOZA
THE UNION OF ELIZAVETA ALBAN & BARLEY WICK
An invitation
TO THE MERRY AND UNORDINARY
For the 6th, in the month of Joma & Umund, 429 E.S
VA BIRODEO HERZENAV, EDLERVIK AG KOMYNZ,
Following two long decades of being raised side by side as lifelong, childhood friends, naturally – and for everyone to see – a passionate love has blossomed. And through many years of hurdling the restrictions of status and rank, this joyous pair has finally set the time that their souls should be mended together as one in holy matrimony. In line with the complex mind of Lady Alban, this event seeks to forgo the usual bore that comes with the dull feasts and waltzes that follow the wedding ceremony. Thus, the concept of a WEDDINGPALOOZA was born. Though all are invited, should the sight of the unordinary and uncanny of creatures frighten or anger you, consider skipping this event and staying home – for not only is this Weddingpalooza for the people, it is for the creatures who have accompanied the couple their whole life.
Even before the wedding takes place, preparations will begin mere days before, based on the many tales and stories the pair has read. The groom is set to depart on a hunt with his dear friends, where they hunt down THREE RAVENS precisely, all while gathering the bones of various animals along the way. These spoils are then given to the bride, as she prepares them for use during the ceremony.
The ceremony and events in question will take place in Jerovitz – for there could be no other place than the lands where the couple grew up side by side. Under the watchful eye of GOD, they will be wed in the Chapel of the Venerable Primrose Kortrevich, to be immediately followed by constant merriment and celebration in the form of THREE grand activities:
THE DANCE OF TRANSCENDENCE
With the month of the matrimony being the harshest in winter, just outside the keep, a grand bonfire will be lit – fueled by the remains of the spoils of the hunt. All invitees are encouraged to join the newlyweds as they dance around its flames, warming themselves – accompanied by song and music. Vials of ‘Transcendence’ and cups of Carrion Black will be provided to promote a more exciting experience. In line with the ongoing theme, three songs will be sung – and nearing the very last one, should the couple be spotted slipping away, guests will dash forth with a dubious prank! During this, the rats – the chosen animal of House Wick – will be given their very own dug-out hole, and attendees will gain the chance to see their own spectacular dance.
THE RAT CHASE
The spawn of Sergi-boy, first of his name, have been bred with speeds of great renown. The largest rat of his house, Sergi-boy VIII, is a rat of legend – a rat no man has been able to catch. Guests who dare to take on the myth will be led on a chase around Jerovitz, trying to pin a tail on his behind. The very first to do this will be, with the permission of Sir Candle Wick, crowned CHAMPION OF THE WICKWALD.
THE WHEAT BOWL
For the manliest of men and artists of the blade, a tournament will be held in the newlyweds’ honor. Before dueling, fighters must lather themselves in the very dirt they seek to battle on, sticking onto their armor the feathers of a bird of their choice. The last standing will be named champion, the GRAND RAVEN PRINCE (regardless of gender), and given the almighty BLACK HELM.
During all the festivities, food will be provided for all – including special sustenance for creatures, fae, and deities.
SPECIAL INVITATIONS FROM THE BRIDE & GROOM:
Dearest Mother and Father, Her Royal Highness, Henrietta Barbanov-Bihar, & His Royal Highness, Marus Barbanov-Bihar. ( @PerfectlyPeachy, @mkLouis)
Spoiler[!] The invites meant for the late Duke and Duchess of Alban were left in the Crypt of Kings, before each of their busts.
Cherished Brother, Matyas Ludovar, Count-Consort of Otistadt, Lord of Alban.( @gusanoarentonio)
His Royal Highness, Franz Leopold, Prinzen Oracle of Manvestiyaeo. ( also @gusanoarentonio)
His Excellency, Matyas ‘Matty Bee’ Baruch, Best Man of the Groom. ( @Chris (Acaele))
Dearest Friend, Catalina ‘Magda’ Nadia Carrion, Best Lady to the Bride. ( @Melpomenne)
Sir Candle Wick, Uncle to the Groom, and all true Wick descendants. ( @HurferDurfer1)
Calanthe Wick, Sister to the Groom, and her merry company. ( @doreebear)
Illian and Cas, shopkeepers of the bride’s favorite stall, and their merry company. ( @BobBox, @un-w)
Miss Margo, the wondrous Oracle woman. ( @Kujo)
Elizabeth Brae-Wittenbach, Vice-President of the NGS, and all its members. ( @AndrewTech)
His Geniusness, Cosimo Falcone, and his merry company. ( @Goon )
His Funnyness, Shrout Booker Card, Great Sage, Equal to Mani. ( @Xx_BloodStalk_xX )
His Gracefulness, Riurn’parir, the Swamp Spirit of Attenlund. ( @RaiderBlue)
His Ribbitness, Mudzskips, the Merciful, and all his remaining Wonk race. ( @Benjiota)
His Rhinocity, Rhinonathan, and the citizens of Rhino Rhingdom. ( @PXY)
FORMAL INVITATIONS TO THE KING OF HAENSE AND THE PEERAGE:
His Royal Majesty, Karl III, the King, and his Royal Pedigree. ( @GMRO)
Her Grace, Isabel Baruch, the Duchess of Valwyck, and her Ducal Pedigree. ( @sarahbarah )
Her Grace, Johanna Barclay, the Duchess of Reinmar, and her Ducal Pedigree. ( @Zaerie)
His Grace, Mikhail Ruthern, the Duke of Vidaus, and his Ducal Pedigree. ( @indiana105)
The Right Honourable, Adele Ludovar, Countess of Otistadt, and her Comital Pedigree. ( @CopOwl)
His Lordship, Leopold Morovar, the Baron of Ghaestenwald, and his Baronial Pedigree. ( @HogoBojo)
His Lordship, Filip Amador, the Baron of Mondstadt, and his Baronial Pedigree. ( @Lomiei)
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Spoiler[!] All art in this post was made by me, Mona – and, in RP, Elizaveta herself.
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Author’s Note,
I find myself extremely lucky enough in life, despite the horrific things I’ve had to endure, to be graced with the most peculiar of encounters and to meet the strangest creatures this realm has to offer. Over the years, all these creatures I’ve come to know, I’ve also eventually come to protect and befriend. And, slowly, these very creatures not only blessed me with a joyous and extraordinary childhood, but they gave my life meaning, purpose. To protect the very things the ordinary layman would not understand.
But, that’s just it. The only reason I found these creatures are even feared stems from the public’s lack of understanding of them. This Compendium, this great, extensive Compendium that I have worked to write all these years seeks to remedy that – and quell curiosities. This is a peek into the life I must live everyday, the things I so often see that you don’t.
My greatest hope for this compendium is to inspire the mind of at least one child. I pray that in granting them information and tales about these many real creatures, that this can also grant them an imaginative, unordinary childhood – one even greater than the one I had, soon developing them into an extraordinary adult.
– Eliza U.
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The species of the fae have long been mystified and fantasized, mostly due to the storybooks children are given. But, with extensive research and encounters with the fae-kind themselves, it is clear to anyone that they far exceed the imaginings of children’s tales – for a story just for children is no story at all. Surely, they must ring with truths. The one inaccuracy with the “fairies” of these tales are the broad generalizations of them – with no way to differentiate their subclasses. That is a task this Compendium will take on.
PIXIES
PIXIES are one the smallest types of fairy, and the most recognizable – though in reality, they look much different to how they are told to look. Most every pixie I have seen looks as far from any descendant as possible, often taking an appearance to fit the climate they inhabit. There are pixies who look like animals – Honeydew, for example, takes the form of a raccoon, with feathers for wings. Pixies of the snow come in colors of white and icy blue, and the ones of the forest often look like the leaves and flowers themselves. In some extremely rare cases, I’ve seen some pixies come in black, gray, and red.
The wings of a pixie are its identifying factor, what makes them a pixie. They come in many kinds, some akin to the wings of a bird, or others nearly transparent, with thin, fluttering material. Other wings are much like the wings of insects. The delicacy of these wings is the reason it is so important that pixies are handled with the utmost care. Rarely will there even be a time for one to hold them, as they like to freely fly on their own, but you mustn't squeeze them, or pull on them. Doing this puts the pixie at risk of ever flying again, or in worst cases, death. It is also important to remember that unlike us, pixies are not – and should not be – gendered.
The appetite of pixies are unknown, but most we have studied often enjoy sugar and berries.
NOOMIES
Officially the smallest subclass, NOOMIES are a Mushroom fairy, also without a gender, with the appearance of all forms of mushrooms – red, brown, or any color or kind. Their anatomy begins at the stem, with their faces just beneath the cap. The stems sides also protrude to produce a set of arms and legs, much like those of the descendants. Much like pixies, they, too, are rather delicate – and skittish, in fact. So, it is unwise to squeeze or pull one. Be very careful to inspect the mushrooms you collect and cook, to make sure that you are not consuming a Noomie – it is possible that they release toxins that are very deadly to the mortal body.
Because of their skittish behavior, they are prone to running away from you every time they are seen – that is, at least when they are untamed. This is why when being transported to different places, they are placed in jars. The diet of a Noomie is very simple: insects. A noomie will eat any kind of insect it is given, and failure to provide a Noomie with its proper nutrition within a few days can mean its starvation and peril – even the possible extinction of the species.
We have been studying Noomies for an entire lifetime, from the very moment Lady Moliana, my mother, and my father provided the very first three – the Trinity. A sanctuary at the base of Woldzmir has been created for them, where they are free from the confines of jars and consume as many insects as they desire. There, you can often hear their singing and screaming.
NYMPHS
A rare sight if ever seen, NYMPHS are beings of legend. They are a grand fairy of considerable size, just about as big as any ordinary human. There are two different types: Nymphs of the Lake and Nymphs of the Forest. Surprisingly, only six Grand Nymphs exist, and the nature of their rebirth is a complicated process, to most at least, considering they do not follow the same concept of birth that mortals do.
Every one of their eras, which is considered every century and a half to us, all three Nymphs of their respective habitats are born through a vessel of their choosing. Some of the forest will be born from the morning dew and a blooming flower or the opening of a growing tree trunk. Nymphs of the Lake will come from lily pads and oysters. When these new Nymphs are born, the Nymphs of old wither away into the ground and the waters, back from where they came. This event is never seen by mere mortals – but was in fact told to me by a deity when I was a young girl.
Forest Nymphs are riddled from head to toe in moss, leaves, herbs — anything at all of the land they’re from. They are often in shades of green or brown, perhaps muted blue-greens. Water nymphs are much brighter, coming in white, blue, light-blue, and even green. They have many scales, even gills as fish do, mostly to adapt to their natural habitats.
VILA
No longer a mere creature of folklore, I have come face to face with a GRAND VILA of legend. They are the biggest kind of fairy, sizing at about three times taller than the tallest elf. For the sake of her privacy, I will leave her identity a secret, however, she first approached me as a fox, whose fur was white as snow. And as I showed my kindness, she manifested forth as a towering woman, dressed in while silks, with hair like silver starlight. Just as the legends had said, she was beautiful and merciful, and with her beautiful voice she offered good tidings and blessing the forest and mountains Castle Woldzmir stood surrounded by. Vila are keepers of the fae-creatures they tower over and outrank – not controlling them, per say, but offering their own forms of protection. But, because of their extremely rare appearances and their mysterious and secretive personalities, there is very little I can research and write of them without going off of the many myths and folktales written.
Sadly, this is the one species so often feared and misunderstood. But, there is no need for any of that - for it is the species I have studied, preserved and protected my whole life. They diverge into three categories: There are first Uncanny Creatures who exist to break the bounds of normalcy, shedding any notion of what a creature should look like. Then, there are Oddballs, creatures who take the appearance of animals in the most extraordinary of ways. Lastly, there are some who just cannot fit into a category, a creature of their very own.
THE STARMEN
Descending from the night skies are the STARMEN - the smallest of its race of creatures. On a full moon, when the settings are aligned just right, a flash of light will soar across the dark sky. It will descend lower and lower, suddenly splitting off into thousands of pieces at record speeds. These pieces are the Starmen themselves, appearing with pointed limbs and glowing bodies. If you ever find yourself lucky enough to find them racing across waters, if one is ever caught in your hands, you’ll find how warm and fluttering they feel, flickering with flames in your palms. When asked for a wish at this moment, it will be granted upon swallowing them, the pact officially made.
THE TANKLEDORS
TANKLEDORS are a creature studied by me since I was a girl, and the only uncanny-creature I have so much extensive knowledge on. Since birth, a Tankledor has been linked to my shadow, often holding conversations with me when I am alone. A select few know of him, his name Viktor Volodomster, and it is through him that most of these accounts and details originate from, for they are the accounts of his own kin.
Tankledors exist on a different plane of living than mortals do, perhaps a bit like spirits, yet not quite. Because of this, they are only able to materialize as shadows. Not everyone is able to see their true form, though luckily, I have sketched their appearances for the public to see. Their limbs do grow quite long; some even grow horns on their heads, and that can be quite intimidating to some. But, they have extremely kind, timid personalities, and are often very inquisitive of our mortal realm.
THE TWO-TALKERS
After much contemplation, I’ve thought to categorize TWO-TALKERS as an ascended type of Tankledor, similar in appearance, but superior in ability. The main identifier of a Two-Talker is, as the name implies, their two sets of mouths, in which they speak out of both. Their voice is quite unique, too – unable to be replicated by any mortal at all. Other than that, they have limbs similar to that of Tankledors, only buffed in strength to adapt to their environments. They do not manifest in shadows – in fact, they manifest on the very same plane as us, interacting with the world we know constantly.
So far, I’ve only met a single Two-Talker; one so talented, it floated through the air. For the sake of its privacy, since I did not get its consent, it will remain unnamed, but a sketch of it has been provided for your viewing.
THE WONKS
WONKS are quite excellent, endangered Oddball creatures in need of dire protection. They are extraordinary walking, talking frogs, who act no differently from mortals like you and I – save for the fact that they tend to ‘ribbit’, croak, and snack on flies. They are sentient, and capable of wearing clothes and selling quite handy merchandise, which sets them apart from the average, ordinary frog.
As of the writing of this compendium, there are only two recorded Wonks in existence. Mudzskips the Merciful came under both Woldzmir and Jerovitz protection very early on in my life, though I must’ve been no older than twelve. Ever since then, he has shown to be the most honorable of companions one could ever have. While we thought him to be the very last of his kind, I happened to meet just one more Wonk by the name of Bull. He, too, relayed to me the dwindling population of his race.
With all this evidence of the endangerment of their race, as a researcher of these creatures, I would highly advise battling or harming a Wonk in any shape or form. Wonks are pieces of walking history – links to our past. Without them, it is simply lost. Instead, treat a Wonk with the utmost kindness and respect, perhaps even an offering.
THE RHINO-RACE
It is extremely rare to see an ODDBALL RHINO, but a blessing nonetheless. They look just like a normal Rhino, only they walk on their two back legs like a mortal, and their nose-horn is made of pure emerald. The last one of their kind to visit the Kongzem told me of their origins, which I have kept on paper since. An Oddball Rhino can only be born from the Rhino Kingdom, whose capital sits within the sandy deserts no man dares to reach. The culture there is quite rich, as its inhabitants speak similarly to dwarves and start every name and noun off with ‘Rh’ or ‘R’. For example, the name Rhinonathan is a quite common name for males, and their leaders are referred to as Rings and Rheens. For their size, it is safe to assume what great strength they have. However, their great speed is hard to believe unless you see it for yourself. They are able to dash at two times the speed of a stallion.
THE WOLLOBY WHALES
The grandest of these creatures, WOLLOBY WHALES are a species of Oddballs quite complicated – and written here will be information the species’ own protector has yet to know, until now. Though the Wollobies are similar to spirits, they do not exist in their same realm, and thus only qualify as an Oddball Creature. These kinds of whales, twice the size of the Nikirala Palace, are unlike any other. They have not only fins, but wings without feathers. Two sets of human-looking legs rest just a bit over their tail. Because of these additions to their anatomy, they’ve physically adapted to both swim through the waters and soar through the air.
However, those not attuned to creatures and the sea could find their appearance disturbing, as they would the appearance of most creatures listed. Even worse, this could cause the Wollobies to be mistakenly hunted, and they could easily go extinct with how little there truly are. Thus, to preserve their species, Wolloby Whales exist in the forms of their vessels: specially designed whale plushies made to float in water, with small frog legs attached to its sides. It is through these vessels that they can stay and experience our mortal realm. The very last time a Wolloby Whale was seen outside of its vessel was at the Hauchmetvas of Isabel Baruch, on the very ceiling of the Palace Ballroom. It is a moment many might forget, but I never will.
MAN-SPIDER
MAN-SPIDER is more than just a simple creature, more than a dear friend – but he simply exists as an entity of his own. This may have to do with his deity ties, but there is no way to categorize Man-Spider, for he exists in a realm only I am able to see. Originally, he is an elf – or perhaps elf-adjacent, judging by his speech and the language he uses. However, the attire he wears makes him look half-man, half-spider. Thus, he was given his name.
He has been by my side since the very first day I came into Woldzmir, acting the same as Viktor the Tankledor had – speaking to me while I was lonely. He told me much about himself, that he used to be a Prince from a land of roses, though whether that land was in our realm is unclear. Wherever it happened to be, he says it no longer exists. He found his own likeness in my extraordinary mind, and became my friend rather quickly. He takes a liking to worms, an obsession more so. However, he shows disgust for concepts like love and romance.
His connection with me ended upon leading me to the home of the Swamp Spirit, a deity I will elaborate upon soon enough.
Outranking the fae-kind and uncanny creatures, there come beings far too powerful to simply be grouped with the rest. Deities and Spirits are unique, in a league completely of their own.
THE GREAT SAGE, EQUAL TO MANI
There isn’t much that can be so easily explained about THE GREAT SAGE DEITY, for everything the Great Sage does, you must simply see for yourself. There is not a single mortal in Almaris that does not know of him. He is the boy with a bandaged face, mostly donning fun robes and the pelt of a tiger. Either on his back or in his hand sits a staff of great power. Although no one really knows what his skin looks like, you will always be able to tell him by his glowing, yellow eyes, no matter which of his many names he goes by. While spending my entire lifetime being his companion, I have gathered a list of those very many names I have heard the Great Sage called: Card, Kerd, Trout, Booker, Bookie Boy – however, the most suitable, superior name happens to be Shrout.
The Great Sage is the closest link we, on this realm, have to understanding the unordinary realms above ours. There is no limit to his abilities or to his strength. Not only is he capable of healing afflictions, he has no weaknesses. His body can stretch and contort in the most amazing of ways. On top of all this, he has been existing for 3 generations that we know of, and still he chooses to protect and befriend us mortals. He is a living legend, equal to the Mani that elves worship – and yet even he still faces oppression from those that seek to slander his name. For this realm to keep receiving its blessings, whenever you happen to see the Great Sage himself, be sure to hand him an offering (preferably sweets) so that he may be appeased.
As of now, his job as a Great Sage leaves him in control of all forests, bestowed to him based on the actions of his past. Long ago, while living amongst other forest deities and nymphs, if there was a time he’d behaved badly, a circlet would be bound to his head, tightening at each sin to keep the great Beast within him at bay – a Beast that is only ever released to fight the evils of this world. With it, he faced dragons and Iblees himself.
THE SWAMP SPIRIT, RIURN’PARIR
THE SWAMP SPIRIT is a mysterious deity that exists very close to Haense, just in the deep swamps that sit besides Jerovitz. An unordinary elf unlike any other, his skin is scaled, his hair a reddish color, and his eyes glow a bright yellow – just as the Great Sage’s do. Standing at an incredible height, the first time I saw him in the ruins of the swamp, he rode on a gigantic turtle, one bigger than a single tree! This, I believe, is the mode of transportation this deity uses. Man-Spider is also a possible vessel of his, used to lead people into his swamp. Either that, or they are completely separate, but related, entities.
His abilities are quite powerful, tied to the very world itself, as he says. The rocks, trees, even mortals themselves. He feels within his being the realm itself pumping in a cycle of life and death – and I do think it is quite profound. To bestow a blessing, he uses this power to make symbols into skin. To cleanse the swamp he and his turtle reside in, he uses the very trees to uproot the towers of Drake-Spawn right from the ground. Imagine what he could do with a tower twice as big!
SIGNED,
ELIZAVETA ULYANA BARBANOV-BIHAR
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Frost felt as if it could flow from ELIZAVETA’S fingertips at that moment — a surge of power through her palms as they gripped the scepter in her hand, even with the mother’s agonizing cries at her sides. The first moment she felt to become what she’d always wanted to be, was at the birth of another child, not her own.
“The lake, and the sea,” Her first thoughts, accompanying her chants, as the scepter waved over water, over Isabel’s stomach.
And then, thunder struck.
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Emerging from the crypts as she always did, cold to the touch, ELIZAVETA’S hues scanned the missive over – those eyes just as icy as the snow itself. And growing on her face was a tender, fond smile. She reread the infant’s name numerous times, memorizing – learning, out of sheer curiosity. Perhaps she was, once again, in a state of delirium, as her pupils dilated, looking towards the palace. They had a mind of their own, now, hoping and waiting for the chance to see the infant Prince for themselves.
“A kindred soul,” She murmured. She hoped.
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MC Name:
Afrosurrealism
Character's Name:
Gracia
Character's Age:
54
What feat(s) will you be learning?
Alchemy
Teacher's MC Name:
Maidenful
Teacher's RP Name:
Cosimo
Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:
Yes
Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:
No
Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:
Yes
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i cannot believe this entire ******* script is under your post
anyway do you have any paintings Alexandria did? I’ve seen the Moliana era.
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Please tell the forums what your favorite Roblox server to play is.
I am also asking you to explain in full detail what your favorite Sonic game is and why.
Also, as an obligatory question, before anyone else can ask, can we have a full history of Dark Dael?
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[!] Numerous copies of this newsletter were thrown about Karosgrad – from the inside of the Prikaz, all the way to the docks outside the gates. Much like the last missive, they all had the very same crest on the front, along with a plethora of art provided by the writer themselves. And contrary to her previous works, it seemed that the author’s incorrect grammar, and often lack of punctuation, was improving.
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HARK! Good tidings to everyone who decides to pick up this paper, one that I worked so very hard on. As anyone in or out of Karosgrad can see, the Valtakoengzem has grown in great strength, numbers, and popularity. We have taken over and we are going nowhere. But not everyone can always be here for the adventures we take. Therefore, as Grand Speaker, I’ve taken it upon myself to document and immortalize the works of the Faedom in writing. I am not a good writer as my brother, Matyas, but I will tell to you the events of the past years the best way I can every year from now on. I even have acquired a favorable and nice looking paper to do my pictures on. The frame is very nice and the Enchanted Council has praised my work since. Without further ado, let’s get to it! This is the FAEDOM FOLLOWINGS!
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THE BLOODY PRIKAZ! : The Genocide of the citizens of Ratatoostadt
Naysayers and hating-folk are always common with any great, upcoming Kongzem and they really showed themselves to us recently. While establishing the County of Ratatoostadt everything was fine and peaceful, its inhabitants were homed in the best possible place for them, never ever disrespecting the dead that lived with them. In fact, they were regularly bathed, cleansed, and held monthly tavern nights with the spirits of the knights. However, one day, as Her Magical Majesty and the Grand Speaker were preparing to depart on a fairy expetition, we discovered that every inhabitant, every rat of Ratatoostadt had been slain- brutally murdered in a mass genocide unlike anything ever seen. This, of course, brought great sorrow to the Prinzenas of Rats, and Komitas of Ratatoostadt, Magda, who wept bitterly before our trip.
Taking the time to mourn, we set a survivor, who unfortunately passed soon after, down before the likeness of the Exalted Sigismund. While praying for him, we were mocked by a few people, especially a very old man whose name is unknown to me. He should count himself lucky I am not exposing him for the world to see. Even furthermore, when we returned from our trip, which also did not go well, we found that the survivor’s body, whom we laid to rest, was gone – with only a paw print in its place. What is worse, all the remaining corpses of the slayed rats have been growing strange, orange vines inside of them, and all remaining vermin of the Faedom have been evacuated to Jerovitz for their safety.
For the human naysayers, I would blame the lack of education on the mindset and culture of the rats on this hate crime. But, ever since Her Magical Majesty, Madga, held an audience with His Actual Majesty, King Siggy, we have been informed of a greater threat: THE EVIL VALTAKOENGZEM OF THE REALM OF DARK FAEDOM. Since only the Koeng is aware of their existence, I am really thankful he brought it up to us. Since then, I have done my research. This imposter kingdom exists on a different plane of reality than us here, and every so often, they cross over, either getting people and animals to do their bidding for them, or doing it themselves. Cowards who hide behind heinous actions deserve no mercy, and if I find you to be a follower of this alternate, opposing kingdom, you will suffer the same fate they will when we battle.
In better news, to fundraise for the rehabilitation of her county and the cure to the rat’s sickness, THE KOMITAS OF RATATOOSTADT, soon to be trained by the Prinzen Oracle himself, will be holding Soothsaying sessions; one minae per session.
DANGER IN KAROSGRAD! : The Caped Krusader battles the Jester
In the wake of all the bloodshed and panic, someone comes along to protect the people and save them from evil doers. And the other day, that someone finally leaped into action. It was a peaceful day in the square so it seemed. Then came a man with green plant hair and Orenian-looking clothes. But the most daunting thing about him was the huge smile on his white face. He came in laughing, ready to commit atrocities when all of a sudden – the CAPED KRUSADER swooped down from the skies! “Not so fast!” He commanded, the streets of Karosgrad watching him in awe. Even I was watching, because since I saw the Dark Knight watching me from above the days prior I have admired him greatly. But, the Jester (as he is known) took advantage of this, grabbing me ready to shoot at me! Golly, was I scared out of my mind.
The Jester could not get away with this transgression, though, for the Caped Krusader came prepared. From his behind, he took out a flying weapon, a thin, two-sided blade in the shape of Koeng Sigismund’s own face! And he threw it at the Jester’s chest! He saved me, and he saved my life! Unfortunately, it would not end here, as suddenly, the Jester released a green gas (smelling quite unfavorable) on everyone around him in the square. Only for me to find out after he disappeared that it was a Potion of Smiles! For the whole day, I could not take the smile off my face, or else it would hurt!
The Caped Krusader disappeared after that, no doubt to get away from the gas himself, because he could not stop it. But, rest assured, if the Jester, or any other evil-doer, is seen again, I will make sure to call the Caped Krusader back personally with an instrument I will not disclose – in case any of his rivals are reading this paper. And when that noise reaches the skies, it will not just be a signal. It will be a warning. Some members of the Enchanted Council and I have begun to speculate who the Caped Krusader is under that mask. One theory is that it is the Koeng, running the nation by day and saving everyone by night. Perhaps he is a new kind of uncanny-creature I have yet to add to the registry and compendium. Whoever he is, it is not about who he is underneath, but what he does that defines him.
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you had to be there.
DANCING BRAWL! : The Baruch Punching Performance
Our last main report gets super serious, so if these kinds of stories irk you, skip to the smaller news section. It all started when all my peers and I went to dance practice to prepare for the sets of parties that no one will stop talking about– Lifstala. When picking partners, I made perfectly sure that my brother picked me through the psychic connection we share. While I was a bit disappointed we were not taught the Hoppalooza, I did with him the love dance of the Waltz in my own way. Unfortunately, Matyas is not gifted with feet as fast as mine, and this resulted in him falling. That is when we were approached by the Old Naysayer Baruch, who made it seem like he was nice, trying to help Matyas up, but then striking him in the head with his own!
It was at this moment that something sparked in me – like an untapped rage unlike anything the world has ever seen. I suddenly had the fury and drive of a fully grown Tankledor. Now, what came next, I will admit to. Yes, I did beat up the Naysayer Baruch, even though he is old and a contrarian, who contraires just to be contrary. But I will do the same thing again and again to anyone else who thinks that they can hit my brother or my friends. Unfortunately, I did not stay humble and was struck back. This caused a duel that put one of my fellow council members in danger of dying and I will only be sorry for that.
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OTHER NEWS!
The Rise of Red Hair, and What This Means ; A STUDY
Some time ago, I took a trip to the Ludovar house for Adele and Amicia’s parties, which they were both given coveted relics of the Faedom: Incense Summoners and the Deathwhistle. And while dancing with Matty B., I happened to notice something – there’s so much bright red heads around me! Since I have been gifted with a bright mind, this curiosity led me to writing this short study on the sudden rise of red hair and what this means for the future. I think when exploring this topic, we must mention who exactly has these fire locks to later connect the dots.
The very first two that come to mind are Isabel, who is incredibly tall and smart and a good fighter, and my brother, Matyas, who is a great writer, an ace of all trades, and many of my girl peers have informed me that he is handsome. Furthermore, he gets that hair from my mamej, who was an insane super beauty, as I have seen it written. Now, stay in your seat, for this is where the dots connect. Lately, I met the Vyronov brothers – who I can not tell apart sometimes. But, the one always conversing with Isabel has pearly whites so shiny that it nearly blinded her. He also is a mean sword fighter, and won a battle in front of me.
It was then that I started to see a pattern. All my peers with red hair happen to be gifted somehow, some way. And now researching, I started to search for a proper theory for why one might have red hair in the first place. I am glad to say I have it now. Long before anyone living can remember, a family of scholars once thought to eat an abundance of cherries and carrots as a way to change their hair color. The Fae, looking down on them, happened to witness this and sprinkling dust on them, not only did they receive their red hair, they were bestowed with many abilities – speed, smarts, beauty and so forth. Abilities like the animals that are red like them. Foxes, for one. Every person with red or fiery hair is their descendant, and this explains why each of them act similar.
We need people to open their eyes and be free-thinkers.
An Update on New Fairies and Uncanny-Creatures : GIVING THEM A HOME
Since establishing the Faedom, we have gained numerous new creatures and fairies and in such a short amount of time, too.
HONEYDEW, THE RACOON-OWL, was the first fae to come to us and by far, the most intelligent. They are of the Vila subtype, a flying raccoon with the wings of an owl. They adore berries and sugar, and offer sky surveillance in our searches. For this, we’ve given them the position of ARCH-FAESTER, so that they may be a voice for their own kind. Officially, he lives where the previously named ‘Hoonse’ used to be.
RHINONATHAN, ODDBALL OF THE RHINO KINGDOM, came to me on the day of the pet races. He is a Rhino that stands on two legs, and speaks as the Baruches do. His horn is made of a glimmering green stone, a beautiful feature of his. He does not appreciate being referred to as an uncanny-creature, and prefers terms such as Oddball and Perplexing Person. As he relayed to us, he comes from a kingdom where every name begins with an -rh.
MUDZSKIPS, WONK OF WONK-FOLK, came to Barley and I in the Kings of Yore Crypts– previously the Duchy of Vermia. He is a walking, talking frog, who wears the most dapper of clothes. His breath does not smell good, but this can be overlooked over time, for his wit and his funnyness is what overshadows that. Sadly, he is the last of his kind, he has relayed to us. For his safety and rehabilitation, he resides in Jerovitz, beside the big swamp – a worthy home for him.
All these creatures will be included in the OFFICIAL COMPENDIUM, which will be released in a Saint’s year or so. As for the Ice Fairy I found after the Fairy Hunt, if you are reading this, or if anyone sees them, please come to the back gardens so I can properly house you.
Hoonse is No Longer : A NEW ERA
After our fairy expetition, I was informed of an old place upstairs in the Prikaz that used to be called Hoonse. When I came, it was empty and deserted, all its past inhabitants moved out and gone. Therefore, I’ve seen it fit to claim these lands and add it to the Valtakoengzem’s many spots. It will also be named Hoonse no longer. Ideally, it is to be a place where all uncanny-creatures can freely gather, perhaps a new spot for the Polder Passes. This, however, will be discussed in the next Enchanted Council Meeting.
PENNED BY,
Her Serene High-upness, ELIZAVETA ULYANA BARBANOV-BIHAR,
Hauchprinzenas of the Principality of Polder Passes, Grand Speaker,
Archiver of the History of Faedom, Ex-Cyclops of Alban,
The Not So Ugly or Pretty, Average Beauty, Protectorate of the Uncanny
Her Dillyest High-upness, MAGDA CATALINA WIESZCZ, Prinzenas of
the Rats, Countess of Ratatoostadt, The Magic Treasure-Keeper, The High
Magical Soothsayer of the Faedom, The (young) Oracle
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[!] Numerous copies of this missive were spread about Karosgrad – from the inside of the Prikaz, all the way to the docks outside the gates. Though they all had the very same drawing on the front, each came with something unique – a sticker out of place, a particular stamped shape missing, or perhaps a lack of stickers at all. Most likely because the young artist could not accommodate for every page. However, what did stay continuous on each missive was the author’s incorrect grammar, and often a lack of punctuation. Signed on said drawing was the youth’s name.
Spoiler[The Flight of a Noomie, Elizaveta Ulyana Barbanov-Bihar; c. 415 E.S.] (Artist, @Monaaa)
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HARK! If your reading this then your in for something. Something really big because this is more than me and you. You know who I am, I know who I am, so we should not waste time on introducing and get to the most important part of all.
When my good friend Sorina was born my theory is that fairies of the highest ranking slipped in from her window and while she was sleeping, as a baby, they laid dust over her forehead and hair. This is what caused her hair to be so golden. When I was born (And I know this because I saw in a vision, which was confirmed to be true by a paper I saw) a very tall Tankledor [Tankledors are tall, skinny black stags with the body of a skinny man] slithered into my crib and took my first eye away.
Since both these things have happened, Sorina has been given the power to speak to fairies and I have since gotten my eyes back and also that Tankledor (Who is named Viktor var Volodomster now) has switched from the Man of Shadow’s side and onto my side. For these reasons, me and Sorina see it fit that we be in charge of taking care of all fae-kind and uncanny-creature life in not only all of Karosgrad, but the whole realm. It is important that they are protected by anyone who would try to hurt them.
Me and Sorina are the perfect choices for this task, because Sorina keeps a compindiyum compendium on all fae-life she has encountered ever and I know by heart who is who in the different realms of uncanny-creature society. Not only this, but she and me are two sides of light and dark (she is the light and I am the dark) and that keeps balance in the realm. For this reason, we both have started the Nikirala Fae Mission.
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The Details:
The first step to establishing order for those we have sworn to protect, we need safe places to build our sanctuaries – places where the fairies and uncanny-creatures can live in harmony and peace. These places must be one that is full of plants moss and bugs, all things that are required for fairies and their noomie sect to survive. If you are reading this, and you know a good place, tell me and Sorina so we can make sure. It also must be a place that is hidden, and not open. Being in an open place will cause fairies and noomies to run away and get lost in the snow, where they will die a horrible death and theyre race will be extinct.
Once we have our place, we will give ourselves jobs and titles, so that we can properly watch over fairy and creature kind in a good way. These titles will go as follows:
SORINA MONDBLOOM-LUCYFARU LORELEI MONDBLUME-LUCEAFĂRU OF RICHTYBURG(?) will be crowned Her Magical Majesty, Valtakoenas of the Entire Faedom and the Holy Grand Magical Lady of Karosgrad III. @Mady
Her duties (haha) are very simple and makes sense. Sorina has a mamej, Lady Moli, who is very magical and therefore she gets that from her. Then she has a knightly papej. All these qualities makes her a good leader to rule and oversee the entire Empire. Karosgrad III is the capital of the Faedom realm and it will be put by Woldzmeer, a very nice home.
ELIZAVETA ULYANA BARBANOV-BIHAR OF ALBAN (ME) will be coronated and bestowed the position of Her Serene High-upness, Grand Speaker and Hauchprinzenas of the Principality of Polder Passes. @Monaaa
Even though I am not good at speaking I think I do a good job of speaking for the uncanny-creatures of Polder Passes which is the Principality I have been ruling since I was small, which is right now in my old playroom but will soon be moved somewhere bigger. I will also work very closely with the Valtakoenas and act her wishes out on both fae-kind and uncanny-creature life.
BARLEY “THE HANDSOME, SO THEY SAY'' WICK will be sworn in and bestowed the position of His Gracefulness, High Lord Paladine, Paramounting Knight of the Fae Order and Herzen of Vermia. @Scourge
My aedypapej has the job of Lord Palatine actually and he is good at it. So to make sure that Barley does not have to measure up to him the name Paladine is to set them a part. With that job, he is supposed to advise the Valtakoenas on what she should do with her rulings and speak with the fae-kind one on one. His second job is the Paramounting Knight, and he will raise the forces of the feared Fae Order which is a mix of all the scariest creatures in the Faedom ready to fight to defend the Valtakoengzem’s weakest. As Duke of the Duchy of Vermia, he also oversees all rodents and snakes, rodents that are not rats. Vermia is where the gardens outside are, and its manor is in the crypt of the kings, who live there as residence.
MAGDA CATALINA “THE ORACLE (NOT OLD)” WIESZCZ will be named Her High-upness, Prinzenas of the Rats, Komitas of Ratatoostadt, Magical Treasures-Keeper, and The High-Magical Soothsayer of the Faedom. @Melpomenne
Magda really loves rats and even though everyone else might not, they are still vermin that deserve to be protected and cared for. The rats are important to the nature system of fae-kind society. Therefore, to take care of them, Magda has been named the Prinzenas of them all, and rules the County of Ratatoostadt alongside Calanthe Wick, which is right in the deep crypts. Magda has also taken on the jobs of Magical Treasure-Keeper, which keeps the items of the fae-world safe from ever being stolen. Because she is such a hard worker, she also decided being the High-Magical Soothsayer was a job she could do. We need a Soothsayer because without knowing about the visions she sees, we will not be able to take the right actions.
ISABEL “THE SMART” BARUCH has earned with her smartness the position of Her Gracefulness, Holy Envoy, Pristine Peacemaker, and Komitas of Val-Whale. @sarahbarah
I gave an interview to Isabel because I know how much she wants to be an ambassador. So to prepare her for her job when she gets older, she will be the Holy Envoy and Pristine Peacemaker. This job is to make sure arguments and problems between fae-kind, uncanny-creatures, or any vermin are resolved and relations in the Valtakoengzem are not broken up. Since she also is going to be Duchess when she grows up and gets old she has taken the chance to be responsible and have a County inside Valwick called the County of Val-Whale. This will be the home to a kind of uncanny-creature that I think really suits her – the Wolloby Whales (They are whales with bird wings and human legs, which helps them to swim in water and ice.).
SHROUT BOOKER CARD, if he wants to, is allowed the position of His Funnyship, Super Appointed Funny Man. @Xx_BloodStalk_xX
Shrout is always making me and everyone he meets laugh. But after what he did to Sorina and because he is often not around he cannot be entrusted with land to take care of any type of fae-kind, uncanny-creature, or vermin. Also he once attempted to eat a Noomie, the Mushroom Fae-people. Therefore, the only job Shrout will be trusted with is the job of Funny Man. He has to provide entertainment for all of the Faedom without trying to eat its inhabitants, and he must cheer up the Valtakoenas whose feelings he has hurt deeply.
Until the sanctuary’s empire is completed, and you are able to step into its lands, you can call us all by our normal names. But when you are in these places, you can only call everyone listed and going to be listed how it says here. By then everyone will be doing theyre job and ruling theyre lands. We still have a few jobs left that we still need to get sorted before the sanctuary is formed. This is to make sure it runs well. If I think of more I will add them later.
ʚīɞ It is vital that we have the HIGHEST PONTIFF. The inhabitants of the sanctuary may want to marry or most importantly go to the Seven Skies. Therefore, the bearer of this title must be the one to ensure the sanctuarys holiness. They must be well read on the scrolls and must be willing to study up on the beliefs and ways of the fae-life, uncanny-creatures, and vermin. So far, I have not found anyone to fit this task, so if you are reading this and you think you are ready please talk to me or Sorina.
ʚīɞ We also need a GRAND MAGIC MARSHALL because if we don’t there is a problem of who will make arrests and who will make sure the inhabitants follow the few little laws we give. The bearer of this job must do exactly that and work with the Paramounting Knight in doing so. Personally I have found two people that fit the description and they are both named Matyas. One is my brother ( @Gusano) and one is Matyas Baruch. So, to figure out who will get the job first I will host a sparring match between both of them and whoever wins gets the job.
ʚīɞ It is also important that we have HOSPITAL-PEOPLE and WIZARDS because in case any of the inhabitants get sick or hurt, they need someone to make them better. Anyone who takes these jobs must know how the bodies of all fae-kind, uncanny-creatures, and vermin so that they can properly cure them. Recently, we had an accident with one of the rats, Sergi-boy the First, and had he perished it would have spelled great problems for the Faedom.
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By the time you have finished reading this paper every Faery Senator on the Enchanted Council will have gotten to work on finishing our goal. If YOU want to help please help by finding us fairies, noomies, uncanny-creatures, or any vermin you can find, and also please help us find good places where we can set up where they live.
Have a very dobry day.
SIGNED,
Her Magical Majesty, SORINA LORELEI MONDBLUME-LUCEAFĂRU, Valtakoenas of
The Realm of Faedom, The Golden Queen, The Sunshine Princess, The Green-Eyed
Beauty, The Immensely Impactful, Savior of Fairies, Guardian of the Uncanny
Her Serene High-upness, ELIZAVETA ULYANA BARBANOV-BIHAR,
Hauchprinzenas of the Principality of Polder Passes, Grand Speaker,
Archiver of the History of Faedom, Ex-Cyclops of Alban,
The Not So Ugly or Pretty, Average Beauty, Protectorate of the Uncanny
Her High-upness, MAGDA CATALINA WIESZCZ, Prinzenas of
the Rats, Countess of Ratatoostadt, The Magic Treasure-Keeper, The High
Magical Soothsayer of the Faedom, The (young) Oracle
His Gracefulness, BARLEY WICK, Duke of Vermia,
High Lord Paladine, Paramounting Knight of the Fae Order
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Character: Elizaveta Ulyana Barbanov-Bihar
Works: 'BEING REALLY REAL', 414 E.S. (Artwork)
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“WHY DON’T YOU EXPLAIN THIS ONE TO ME, ELIZAVETA?”
“Oh. Oh– me?” She was the only ELIZAVETA present in the room - thus the only girl the voice could’ve possibly asked. So, silly of me, she thought, to answer like that. “Right…”
The young Barbanov stepped back, just for a moment, with her hands to her hips. A brief sigh escaped her, and she looked over her finished work. Really quite something, the painting was – the canvas fixated over a mess of frizzed brushes and an even messier palette.
“Ea have, have been working on this a, a– a very long time.” She began, slow and in her usual stammer, one she couldn’t quite rid herself of. And by a long time, she meant only a few months, a couple of those months spent watching herself in a mirror as she drew – to portray herself the best she could.
“I CAN IMAGINE, AND IT LOOKS WONDERFUL. BUT, THAT IS NOT WHAT I ASKED,” Replied the voice. “I ASKED YOU TO EXPLAIN IT TO ME. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE, EXACTLY?”
“Oh. Well, it’s, it’s–” She pauses, followed by a sharp inhale. “It’s a short story. Ea– eam holding the, the hand of my friend, Viktor var Volodomster.”
“VIKTOR VAR VOLODOMSTER?” They muse, “I’VE YET TO MEET HIM.”
“He’s shy, he is. He’s, he’s only second to Petyr Pakovski, but– but that is someone else.” Dismissing the new name, she waves her hand. “Let’s. . Let’s see, well… He’s a bit si- silly. See, he’s got a very long neck, no legs and– and a snake’s body. Also, his, his head is like a stag. That is why, see, he- he is drawn so.”
“LIKE A SHADOW?”
“Like a shadow.” She parroted, nodding her head. “It’s, it’s– it is because, well, ea tal- talk about him and see him just fine. But, nobody else can. Ea also think that it has to do– do with the fact that, that he is shy.”
“ISN’T THAT SOMETHING…”
“Mhm. And then, there’s me.” She points out, a smile gracing her face- for she was quite proud of her own portrayal.
“THE FACT THAT NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE HIM, WOULD THAT MEAN VIKTOR IS NOT REAL?”
Briefly does Elizaveta pause, her smile slowly fading. She simply shrugs. “Ea– ea, ea don’t know. He, he is pretty re- real to me.”
“DO YOU THINK I’M REAL?”
“Ea mean, vy– vyr talking to me, right now. So, vy have, have to be.” - “Really, vy can, can be whatever vy want.”
Silence festers between the two of them, Elizaveta and the voice with no visible body to speak from, leaving time for the newly finished painting to sit and dry. The girl releases another sigh then.
“Well, an– any, anway, ea put a lot of my heart into it. All my heart. So… so, so ea think it looks good.”
“SO DO I.” They concur, clearing their throat. “NOW, TELL ME OF THIS… PETYR PAKOVSKI.”
“Oh, him. That is a longer story.” Huffing, she takes the artwork off its easel, and out of the room, perhaps to be put on display before the whole Prikaz. “Vyr, vy– vy have to be seated when I tell it.”['BEING REALLY REAL' Elizaveta Ulyana Barbanov-Bihar, 414 E.S.]
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“Where she goes, so do I. I'm not leaving her alone.” Demanded Henrietta of someone, her daughter no longer lost– only broken, battered, and trembling in her arms.
“Not ever again.”
[ He Lurks, by Mona ;-) ]
“Mamej! MAMEJ!”
He only appears when the room grows dim, and the sun is no longer there to brighten it. The Shadow Man. When he is inside, he no longer has his pale horse– but she can hear the echoes of the dread he brings ring against the walls, chimings made from the gilded threads he wore- the talismans, the curios. And thus, the walls contort, and they close in. And when they twist and turn, Elizaveta runs away.
He lurked around the corner, only moments ago. She could see his calloused hands curling against the pillar. Clear as day, and only to her, did his baritone voice drawl,
“She is no mother of yours: no longer.”
His gibberings are muddled now. Mixing together. And echoing amongst Nikarala Pikraz for everyone else is the sound of her quick footsteps, and the sound of her cries.
“That Henrietta,” Spat the Shadow Man, a dour grimace on his countenance. “She is–”
“Vyr Highness!” Now, a child close in age to her called to Elizaveta, running to her side baffled. But, it did not quell the panic. He would not leave her head.
“Stop it! STOP!” Shrieks the young Barbanov. And with a swing, her head bands against the wall with a THUD! Once, then twice. Finally, she can acknowledge the eyes, pressing on her.
“Have vy calmed down, vyr Highness?” Asks the elder of the two Rutherns, forcing a smile on her face. But, Elizaveta backed up to the wall in fear, hysterical and rocking back and forth. He was coming for her– her and her mother. But, no one would listen. No one else heard him.
Where was she?
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The days pass, but still, she waits. Because, despite the news her aunt struggled to give her, Elizaveta only believes her mother is lost. Just as she was. And such denial is commonplace, with that kind of trauma, so young.
She had not seen her body yet. She had seen her father’s, she had seen her aunt’s. But never her mother’s. It is easier to believe she still lives, she thinks. For what was she supposed to do if she was truly gone?
Her thoughts pause then. And by the time the wayward voices stop, from the window of the Palace, her ivy hues catch onto a familiar corpse.
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