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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. [The Flight of a Noomie, Elizaveta Ulyana Barbanov-Bihar; c. 415 E.S.] (Artist, @Monaaa) ─────── °✾° ─────── 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. ─────── °✾° ─────── 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. ─────── °✾° ─────── 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 @Mady 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 @Monaaa 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 @Melpomenne His Gracefulness, BARLEY WICK, Duke of Vermia, High Lord Paladine, Paramounting Knight of the Fae Order @Scourge

Character: Elizaveta Ulyana Barbanov-Bihar Works: 'BEING REALLY REAL', 414 E.S. (Artwork)

“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? … 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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“Do you want to know a secret?” Never one to pass up a good tale, Elizaveta sits upright in a cushioned bed, not her own, at full attention. Her mother says the Duke of Alban has a secret to hide. Allegedly, all the times he’d been away, was time spent battling countless beasts, bad men – monsters. Amazing, she thinks, awe twinkling in her eyes. Something must be off, though. There was one battle he missed. There’s the pale horse that scares her in her dreams. There’s the shadow man that she hates to think about. But, it all makes sense. They haven’t been seen in some time. That’s who papej is battling now. It all makes sense. “And I’ll even let you share the bed when we get there.” Her mother promises, packing only a few things for her return to Karosgrad. And, for a moment, she feels excitement. Excitement only came in fleeting moments like that. Because every now and then, the shadow man’s words ring within her head, ominous and dark. “That woman is not your mother. And that man will soon no longer be your father.” That’s what makes their reunion less than sweet. That’s what wipes the brief smiles off her face. Because he’s gone- but she can still hear him. And when she thinks her father asleep, she only hears silence. And then she hears screaming. Screaming makes her tense, and only establishes her fears. If the man’s words could ring true now, who was to say he couldn’t return? Someone new will have to defend her from those monsters. “The realm is out of. . . balance.” She says, to the squire at her side. ( @Kujo ) She has lost some of that balance, herself.

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“Hold.” She heard - one of the very last things the young Barbanov would hear, looking up from the mere chicken that so easily distracted her. Her vision was not ideal, neither was her only view on perspective. Making it harder to see what was coming so fast. From her eye, the pale blurriness heading toward her so fast fashioned into a giant steed - but by the time her eyes had adjusted, she was already in the air. Already in someone’s arms. “Cyclops. Keep quiet.” A command she refused to heed, kicking and screaming all the while – screams she hoped someone would hear. Just like that, the snow was gone. And she forgot something very dear. After all the pain, now, when the girl woke up, all she heard was someone’s ramblings and mutterings. All she could do was hear. She no longer had to worry about her failing eyesight.

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