Melpomenne

Given names: Nerida Karlotta Amador

Age: 8

Citizenship: Hanseti-Ruska

Relevant skills (if applicable): Read & written, confident, good walker and hiker, and can play the flute!

Letter of Recommendation: Maria Baruch

((OOC: Discord)): melpomenne

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AN OFFICIAL PUBLICATION FROM

A THREAT TO THE SECURITY OF OUR PEOPLES, OUR LANDS, AND OUR SKIES.

ISSUED BY THE

ON THIS 5TH DAY OF WZUVAR AG BYVCA OF 514 E.S. 

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or the past decade, only silence has seeped from my esteemed office. My, nor my subsidiaries, quietude is not one negligence or ennui, but instead one of concern and diligence. Many of you, as per the numerous letters we’ve received within the last month, are sure to have noticed the ‘new star’ within our skies. It has become an anecdote for hope and our impending success as a nation amongst our peoples, but it is far from what you’ve all happily understood it to be. This ‘new star’ is rather a large piece of cosmic rock—a cosmic boulder—and as many of you noted, has been growing.  

This is not a swelling star, my fair people, but a sign of danger. I beg that you all heed my warning.

At the very crux of my soul, I feel as if it is Ybis himself that has appeared in our night, seeking to punish us for the crime of war and to interfere with our plans, just as he had done to Garmund. 

The Cosmic Boulder has been nearing rapidly throughout our ten years of examination and we fear it is to make contact with our lands in due time. It is impossible to tell exactly when this may occur, or where it is to make impact, at this stage.

As examined in the past, the Cosmic Boulder can fracture during its descent and scatter smaller pieces of rock throughout our lands, of which we are hoping for. In other circumstances, however, it has fallen whole, creating vast craters that annihilate all in its path—homes, farmlands, farm animals, and people, and severely damaging all about it. We do not know its exact size as of yet, so we can not measure the fallout preemptively. However, we will continue to keep a close eye on the Cosmic Boulder and notify the Crown and the People as necessary.

With this being said, it is in all of our best interests that we designate safe houses for each village, county, city and otherwise. Spaces below ground are vital for the security of our people. It is imperative that we begin to harbour food, water, and clothes for warmth in each of these safe houses posthaste. Cut down on the sizes of our livestock and prepare to harbour your hardiest animals with you. In these times, class, age, nor allegiance matter. 

We will survive together, or die together.

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To any who reads this and has any further inquiries, or wishes to join our team of researchers regarding the Cosmic Boulder, please pen me at the following address.

Princess Mischa Florentina Lesanova-Barbanov

Astronomy Tower

The Esrova Prikaz Courtyard

Haense

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Her Royal Highness, MISCHA OF ILLATIA, 

Princess of Haense, Duchess of Greywyn, Countess of Florentine, 

Court Astronomer of Hanseti-Ruska

Her Royal Majesty, AMAYA OF VENZIA, 

Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, et cetera

HRH, Mischa of Florentine

threw a dish to the ground in celebration!

KAPOW!

She's elated for her great-niece's wedding, and even more so for the dress she is to wear.

"What a doll," the princess whispers, watching the very bride through a telescope in her tower.

PRINCESS MISCHA OF ILLATIA beamed with pride, preparing all she could for the Palatiodora to come.

"Will they like this old desk?" Her handmaiden would ask as they tidied the office.

Mischa flourished her hands with protest. "They'll need a new one! New everything!"

In the quiet halls of Ruthern Manor, Ana Maria bore the weight of her father's death without a trace of sorrow. No disappointment lingered for moments untaken, no resentment held against the forces that separated her and the late prince long before his departure from our plane. In the depths of her being, the canvas of her emotions remained a mystery, untouched by sadness or anger.

Amidst the flickering flame's dance of a fireplace, she sat, a silhouette of contemplation, sharpening an arrow's point with a rhythmic cadence. Beside her, the presence of her twin sister, Alexandra, mirrored the silent companionship. Her hands moved with a certain detachment, the arrow's tip meeting her blade with each deliberate stroke, until a careless slip nicked her thumb.

Unfazed, Ana Maria raised her thumb to her lips, a momentary pause to cleanse the wound. In that hushed space, emotions unspoken found solace in the dance of flames and the subtle rhythm of the arrow meeting its fate beside firewood.

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The Princess Mischa, one who recently too fainted after being given a greasy handkerchief by a man who wished to dance with her niece, the daughter of the hostess, blotted her tears away.

"This is art. Truly relatable and has involved every emotion."

Palatiodora of the Palatio Arancione, MISCHA FLORENTINA, pushed a pin into one of the illustrious dresses listed on the missive.

"That one. . . I will make one just like it!"

Ana-Maria, hailing herself as the strongest Alstriem, could do naught but feel immense valour for recieving such praise. "Look, Mamej! I'm a miracle!" 

@Moenah

MC Name: Christfanism / Melpomenne

Discord: Melpomenne

Image: 

Description of Image: A portrait of Saint Jude.

Dimensions: 1x1

Hi! You can override the soul pillars you've bound to by running the appropriate command. For example, if you wish to replace your first slot, simply look at the soul pillar you want and run the /ss bind 1 command. If you overroad your spawn slot and want to get it back, all you have to do is run /ss release and then /ss claim, you'll see by shift-right clicking while holding your soul stone to cycle through your different slots that Home (spawn) has returned. If this didn’t answer your question and you still need help, feel free to reach out to me on discord or here on the forums! 

Melpomenne / Melpomenne#0001

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Hello! Necromancy is a magic and requires a MA (Magic Application). In order to submit a MA, you must find someone in role-play who has a valid Necromancy TA (Teacher Application) and is willing to teach your character. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Princess Mischa Florentina readied an array of gifts for the young Princess Emma.

Ur-Zaniab, Vizier of the Mihyaari, was quick to pen a letter for the Queen-Consort of Balian.

Accepted. 

Princess Mischa applauded her pupil,

While the Red Priestess, Magda, was shrouded in naught but confusion.

"Fifthists is what we prefer," she murmured aloud.

"Gosh. . ." Whispered the Princess Astronomer, passing the missive over to her husband, Prince Nikolas of Haense. "You don't think this is because of that dinner, do you?"

@louislxix
 

The Princess Astronomer struggled some as she sought to make copies of the study, for the handle of her printing press had broken off.

Adelgundis, the Shepard and Goat Herder of Lumbridge, laid a stone for the holy-man's passing.

The Princess Mischa beamed with pride!

The Princess Mischa beamed with pride.

The Princess Astronomer, MISCHA BARBANOV, lamented over the passing of her childhood friend. Within her tower she prepared a letter for the late Lady Elia's kin.

To the children of the esteemed Lady Elia Eryka Colborn-Stafyr,
     

      It pains me dearly to hear that your patron has sadly passed on. I wish good health and prosperity on you all, as the descendants of the dear Elia. At any point in time that you need help with anything under the moon, please do not shy from reaching out to me.

With great sorrow,

Duchess of Greywyn, Princess Mischa