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Your farewell is heartfelt, Gremlock! You were a sincere and genuine friend, someone who made LOTC fun, even during the bad and ugly times. Thank you for all the fun memories, Gremlock. You’ll be missed more than you know. Until our roads cross again, friend. 🖤

Published; 227S.A “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” ☽ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✯ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ☾ _______ To the faithful, to the sovereign thrones of Aevos, and to the stars that once bore witness to our glory, Let this be recorded in ink and memory alike… for it is ne with pride, but with sorrowful heart and clarity of duty, that I, Iryne Ibarellan, last reigning Princess and ROYARCH of Celia’nor, deliver this final decree. The War of Aevos has scorched our earth and stained our hopes. Kingdoms rise and fall, but there are some wounds too deep to close. Celia’nor, the dream once forged from ash and starlight, has found its end. Ne in a single battle, nor a swift blow, but through a long and withering collapse of betrayal, of loss, and of silence in the face of suffering. We endured for as long as fate would allow. We fought to shield our people, to honor the vows of old, and to preserve the legacy carved by our founders. Yet in the end, we could ne shield all. The lands lie bloodied. The walls echo with mourning. And there is ne future left beneath this banner. Therefore, I hereby surrender the lands Principality of Celia’nor in full to the Principality of Caurost, to be governed, sanctified, or reforged as they deem fit. From this day forth, Celia’nor shall cease to exist. Its name forever dissolved. It shall ne be reclaimed. It shall ne be invoked. The land of the phoenix shall soar ne more. This surrender is final, and it is given ne in fear, but in preservation. Ne longer shall our people suffer beneath the weight of ideals shattered and thrones crumbled. Let them live without the burden of war, free to mourn and to rebuild elsewhere in peace. The lands once under our rule are now property of the Principality of Caurost, and their future lies in the hands of those who will raise them anew. Furthermore, and with the heaviest of hearts, I declare: In light of the violence, the treachery, and the shameful desecration of all we once held sacred, all born or wed after myself within the main line of the Ibarellan talonnii shall be stripped of the name to ensure its sanctity. The bloodline, as it pertains to its royal bearing, ends here. None shall falsely claim the Ibarellan name nor the titles once tied to it. Those who dare speak it in deceit or title shall be considered forgers of legacy and desecrators of the truth. Let ne false crowns rise from ash. I ask only this: that the people of Celia’nor be treated with dignity. Let them remain if they so choose. Let them depart without chains should they desire peace elsewhere. Let ne more harm come to those who have already endured far too much. Let this be the last breath of a realm once proud, once radiant, now laid to rest. Ne in disgrace, but in remembrance. Celia’nor shall live on only in the quiet hearts of those who knew her… and it is there she shall remain, undisturbed, eternal in only memory. Van’ayla, Celia’nor. And may the stars guide you… into peace, into silence, into rest. ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; Her Excellency, the Honourable Princess Royarch, Iryne Ibarellan, The Last Princess of Leyu’sil, Patroness of the Arts, Guardian of the Celestial Realm, and lineal descendant of the Silver Phoenix, of the Principality of Celia'nor Signed, Galahad Ilumrin High Prince of Caurost

This thread has been voided. See here: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/246506-on-celianors-dissolution/ Published; 227 S.A. “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” ☽ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✯ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ☾ _______ Let this be written and let it be remembered, ne as a mere declaration, but as a final breath—a farewell bound in sorrow and love. When the ashes of Almaris scattered into the wind, it was believed that Celia’nor had perished with it. Our homes had burned, our golden tree had turned to cinder, and the banners that once soared with elegance had been cast into ruin by war and monstrous calamity. Our people, those proud and luminous of spirit, were left broken, scattered across the seas with little more than memory and mourning to guide them. Many thought that was the end. Many believed that Celia’nor, proud jewel of the east, would live on only in whispers and old songs. But they were wrong. Ti, they were wrong. In the early days of Aevos 82 years ago, when the stars above seemed dim and the roads ahead uncertain, Celia’nor was reborn. From scattered embers rose the hand of our predecessors, the former Princess Royarch, my haelun, Illyria Ibarellan—who alongside my maln, the former Prince, Aevar Ibarellan, and those of our lliran, some by the names of Sylvin Cerusil, Sylvir Cerusil, Atheleon Py’lrie, Irelia Py’lrie, Ronan Acaln’sae, Llora Soltee, and Raziel Amethil, gathered our people once more, uniting those who had ne forgotten. With their return came the seed of our salvation, a vision for what could be, built upon the bones of what once was. We journeyed together through ice and stone, and when the stars shone their light upon us again, we planted our hopes into the northern mountains. There, amid wind and snow, the Golden Tree bloomed anew, ne as it once was, but as something stronger—its roots forged by suffering, and its branches lifted by hope. Celia’nor was ne reborn in splendor, but in resilience. We built ne just walls and towers, but trust, kinship, and purpose. The courts once more bustled with life. Festivals echoed through the halls. Culture was sung into being. We were whole. Once more, our banners flew high, kissed by the light of hard-won peace. And for a time, it seemed our destiny had been rewritten—ne as the tale of a nation that fell, but as one that endured. Yet time, cruel in its silence, weaves differently than hope. The world turned once again to fire and war, and this time, it was ne monsters that came for us—but betrayal, division, and the sharpened tongues of lliran who turned away. Even so, I will ne allow the final word of Celia’nor to be one of bitterness. We endured once, and we endure now, though in a different form. That is the lesson of our people. That is the legacy I hold, and the truth I now face. And so, it is with grief and unwavering duty that I write what comes next… _______ Mere years, after the crown was passed unto me, the world unraveled. The realms descended into chaos, and war swept across the plains of Aevos like a storm with ne end. Blood painted the earth. The songs of life turned to wails of mourning. We fought, ti, we fought without hesitation, without regret, for our lliran of Haense, for those we call allies, for the vision of peace we so desperately wished to believe in. Even as steel clashed and fire fell from the skies. we stood. we gave all we could. But amidst the chaos, shadows crept in—ne from without, but from within. Whispers grew teeth, and those I once looked to with trust… those I called lliran, even a figure of my talonnii, bared their fangs when I, and our land, was most vulnerable. They struck ne with sword, but with silence, with slander, with betrayal disguised as loyalty. And oh, how I had trusted them. When my strength began to fade, when my body grew weary and my breath became shallow in sickness, I believed they would stand for me as I had always stood for them. But instead, they turned their backs. One by one, they slipped into the shadows, ne in mourning, but in greed. The halls I once thought sacred became echo chambers of falsehood and deceit. Those within the council I once held dear deserted me. A member of my talonnii I would have died to protect raised their hands ne in comfort—but in hunger, clawing for what they could take. The treasury, built from years of service and sacrifice since our new beginnings, stolen. The armory, forged from the dreams of our founders, our people, over the course of 82 years, robbed… and stripped bare of every ounce of our denizens' effort. And the very names I once wept besied now speak in venom, poisoning all we fought to protect. All while I lay there—too weak to rise, too broken to fight, forced to watch as those I cherished tore our realm apart with quiet smiles and whispered knives. What I thought was eternal… was ne so. I believed Celia’nor to be immortal. I believed our people had weathered every storm the world could cast upon us. But I see now—ne, it is ne so. For even stars fade. And even legacies can be stolen in the dead of night. I tried, lliran. I tried. Through breathless nights and fevered ailments, I clung to hope, to the belief that if I just held on a little longer, I could restore what was lost. But now, standing amidst the embers, I see the truth: Celia’nor is ne longer the beacon it once was. The light we followed has been swallowed by shadows too vast to chase away. And perhaps… perhaps it is better this way. Before ruin consumes every memory, before the name is sullied beyond recognition by those who betrayed it, perhaps it is best we place it to rest. That the Celia’nor I loved—we loved—remains a chapter in the annals of history unmarred by the rot now festering in its walls. For Celia’nor’s place in these lands has passed. Its time is done. What remains is but a dream fading at dawn. And so, I do what I must. Ne out of bitterness—but love. Love for what we once were. Love for what we hoped to become. Before the dream becomes a nightmare, I will let it rest in peace. ⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✯ ⸻⸻⸻⸻ _______ Albeit through trembling hand and a heart weighed by sorrow, after long nights of reflection and amidst wavering decision, I now place my name to this decree. Following the numerous proposals brought forth by Hadrian van Aert—words I once cast aside with silent defiance—it is upon this day, beneath dim skies and with a soul burdened by grief, that I hereby concede. I do ne make this choice lightly, nor without ache. It was ne my intention, ne my hope, to see our great bastion handed to another. And yet… it is as I have said: our people have suffered far too long. We have bled upon stone, cried in silence, watched as kin turned stranger, and stranger turned thief. Our halls, once filled with the joy of revelry and the music of culture, now echo with ghosts. Betrayal. Theft. Lies... These are the gifts we were left with in the place of peace by those once trusted. The vision our land once bore… that radiant dream built by our founders’ hands and our lliran’s love—has been fractured beyond repair… What once stood as a beacon for Mali’thill pride, culture, and unity… now sits clouded, warped into something make-believe and inconceivable. I held on for as long as I could. But even the strongest of hearts must know when to let go. Thus, to preserve what remains—to protect what still lives, even if only in memory—I choose, at last, to yield. I hereby accept the terms set forth by Hadrian van Aert, ne for myself, but for the safety and dignity of those I still hold dear. Let what remains of our people find refuge, let their blood ne be spilled in vain. Let the terror of those who torment them, avert their gaze from our people’s sorrow. And while the name of Celia’nor shall no longer grace the peaks and valleys of these lands… its memory, built within the span of the last 82 years shall endure through the annals of history. The legacy of what once was—the beauty built by Illyria and Aevar, by Sylvin and Sylvir Cerusil, by Raziel, Celius, Llora, Atheleon, Irelia, and all our cherished lliran—shall ne be forgotten. Ti, it will be remembered. Treasured. Protected in the quiet places of memory and in the pages of history, where it shall remain untarnished. This is the final gift I can give to the people, the lliran, I could ne save. To let them live. To let it rest. Thus, I hereby adhere to the terms presented by Hadrian van Aert—ne as defeat, but as closure. A safeguard for the lives that still remain, and a preservation of the legacy that must be allowed to sleep in peace. The terms of the agreement, to which I now solemnly affix my name, are as follows: Dissolution of the Principality The Principality of Celia’nor, as it has existed since its rebirth upon Aevos, is hereby formally and irrevocably dissolved. Its sovereignty, governance, and claim to the lands it once held shall cease in full. The name Celia’nor shall no longer stand as the title of any reigning nation, nor shall it be permitted to be invoked in any official capacity moving forward. Henceforth, Celia’nor shall exist solely as a memory, enshrined in history and honored only by remembrance. Any who falsely claim its name, titles, or bloodborne rights in deceit—those who would seek to wear its crown in arrogance or falsehood—shall be considered enemies of both legacy and law. Let it be known: such false claimants shall be subject to persecution and death, their actions marked as betrayal against the truth of what once was. Transfer of Lands All lands once governed by the Crown of Celia’nor are to be transferred to Hadrian van Aert, who shall assume full dominion over their governance and reformation. A new realm shall rise in its stead, under a name of his choosing, with Hadrian van Aert as its sovereign and rightful head. Royal Titles and Ceremonial Honors All official royal titles held under Celia’nor’s reign—including that of Princess and Prince of Celia’nor—shall be retained by their holders in ceremonial capacity only. These honors shall no longer confer political power or claim, but shall remain as markers of history, tradition, and reverence for those who once bore the burden of rule. The title of Princess shall remain with Iryne Ibarellan, should she choose to bear it in memory. Sanctum of Land A designated parcel of land shall be granted in full to the Cerusil talonnii, under the stewardship of Sylvir Cerusil, to serve as a quiet sanctum beyond the reach of politics or power. This land shall be protected from any future political entanglement, military claim, or external interference. Let this place stand as a refuge—a haven of reflection, healing, and peace—where the memory of Celia’nor may be quietly remembered, and where those who seek solace may dwell away from the burdens of war and strife. In entrusting this sanctum to the Cerusil, it is affirmed that their legacy of wisdom and loyalty shall continue as quiet stewards of what once was, and what shall never be again. Protection of the People All current citizens residing within the former borders of Celia’nor shall be permitted to remain under the new realm’s protection. Their right to safety, livelihood, and belonging shall be honored as a matter of principle and humanity. Though, any claims they once had, shall be deemed null and void under the newfound reign of Valah. Amnesty and Closure In accordance with this agreement, the sympathizers of Veletz and other hostile factions shall cease their pursuit of the Ibarellans and those formerly aligned with Celia’nor, offering amnesty for their prior neutrality during the Aevos coalition conflict. Let old wounds mend, and let no more blood be spilled in vengeance. Preservation of Culture and Knowledge The history, records, and archives of Celia’nor shall be preserved in full. The libraries shall remain open to all, maintained as a monument to the legacy, knowledge, and culture cultivated by the Celian people. Let ne memory be erased. Let ne song be silenced. ⸻⸻⸻⸻ ✯ ⸻⸻⸻⸻ _______ “And so… with a soul weathered by time and eyes that have seen both the rise and ruin of our beloved home, I offer this final goodbye. Van’ayla, Celia’nor. In the 82 years since our rebirth, you were more than walls and banners. You were the breath between kin, the laughter in our courts, the quiet pride that lived within our people’s hearts. You were a dream carved into the mountains, gilded by starlight, and nourished by love, loss, and the will to endure. Though your crown rests, and your name is laid to sleep, your memory shall never fade. Ti, you shall live on… in stories passed from elder to oemii, in the melodies sung on lonely nights, and in the spirits of all who called you home. We, your people, your lliran, your talonnii, will carry you until the stars themselves fall from the skies and silence claims the last breath of time. To those who stood by me, who fought, who hoped, who believed… know that you have my undying gratitude. I leave you with nothing but love, and the wish that peace finds you in the days to come. May your steps be steady. May your hearts remain strong. And above all… may the stars guide you.” ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; Her Excellency, the Honourable Princess Royarch, Iryne Ibarellan, The Last Princess of Leyu’sil, Patroness of the Arts, Guardian of the Celestial Realm, and lineal descendant of the Silver Phoenix, of the Principality of Celia'nor His Excellency, the Honourable Prince-Consort, Ellisar Ibarellan, of the Principality of Celia’nor Her Honorable Ladyship, Eir Maor, Matriarch of the Maor talonnii, Lady of Commerce, and esteemed Royal Councilor of the Principality of Celia’nor AGREED UPON BY; Hadrian van Aert

The Ibarellan Royarch's eyes lingered in weighing thought as a missive was cast upon her desk, delivered ever so quaintly by the favor of a common bird, entrusted with the sole duty of carrying messages across the realm. With a heavy heart, Iryne began to stir, a quill resting within her fingers, awaiting her command should the Princess so choose to write. Time passed in the ire of her silence, deliberation trailing in her wake. Finally, she wrote. Yet her words were privy only to the valah who had authored the missive she received. Her intent, however, was clear, a conference was to be held within a month's time, where only fate and the stars might dictate what was to come. With her Highness's message now penned, she quietly offered its parcel to the bird. And off it went, vanishing into the depths of the starlit skies, guided by the heavenly lights that led it and all who walked beneath them.

Published; On the 15th of The Amber' Cold, upon the year, 225, amidst the Second Age “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” +- The missive reached each and every land allied within celia’nors grasp, the parchment littered with small glitters which resembled stars across a dark blue parchment, the writing seemed to glow a bright yellow hue in contrast to the dark shaded paper-+ “Citizens and allies who have the pleasure of reading this missive! The Principality of Celia’nor formally invites you to an elegant and glorious night of dancing, wine tasting and beautiful festivities!” -+above is a image depicting previous celia’norians dancing beneath the stars in revelry-+ The attire for such an event would need to be formal, we want our esteemed guests to look their best especially for the fashion contest which will take place! The best dressed guest will receive 75 mina as a grand prize! Adorn your best accessories Don your finest gowns and suits And be prepared to strut the streets of celia’nor! We request that our wonderful guests don the dark colors of the deep blue and purple night sky or the bright and glowing stars which glitter it in radiance. Context; dark blues / purples or whites / yellows ✵ After the fashion contest we would like for our guests to mingle and take this time to relax, enjoy the peaceful ambience whilst they sip on wine and enjoy some horderves paired with several wines prepared by celia’nor itself! And imported by our lovely allies The horderves listed will be available to sample along with several wines which will be served: ◦Toasted Ravioli ◦Chicken pesto pappardelle ◦Chicken alfredo ◦And for a sweet treat ◦Bombolini As for the wine we have listed these wonderful drinks below: ◦Mt. garmont cabernet ◦Chardonnay of the petra ◦Merlot of the petran valley ◦Lilies lunae lumen Each snack and drink will be offered to all guests, it's encouraged to eat and drink and be merry at this time! And to save your energy as there will be a dance contest! ✵ Once it's time for the dancing competition we will need everyone to break out their dancing shoes as it's time to decide who will be this year's constellation courtier! The constellation courtier is considered a high honor as it shows you have the best dancing skills regally elegantly and gracefully to receive the corona borealis! This crown is especially crafted by the lady of commerce herself, adorned with several constellations and diamonds embedded to resemble the glorious stars within the night sky! But of course we will have two runner ups which will receive the pendant of the monoceros! The pendant of the monoceros shows that whilst you tried your very best success was just out of arm's reach just like the elusive unicorn the monoceros constellation represents! Of course however there are always rules to keep everyone safe and to ensure we all have good fun! ◦Rule number one! There will be no bribing of the judges as that is disgraceful and you will be disqualified ◦Rule number two! Keep all dances tasteful as children may be nearby we don't need scandalous skin showing such as ankles or shoulders ◦Rule number three! You may partner up however as people are eliminated only one may be crowned the constellation courtier After everyone has finished dancing and the winners have been crowned we will finally commence the lantern send off where each individual will be granted a lantern and can allow it to ascend into the beautiful night sky! ✵ _______ Of the formal invitations, the Royal Family of the Ibarellan would like to extend personal summons to the following distinguished gatherings, in the hopes of their joyous attendance. Celia’nor Nobility: The Royal Family cordially invites the esteemed Evarir Cerusil talonnii and its illustrious head, Evarir Sylvir Cerusi, to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @unlegiqDuck ] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Evarir Py’lrie talonnii and its distinguished head, Evarir Siria Py’lrie to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Allien] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed noble Virar Akaln’riv talonnii and its distinguished head, Laurir Ciradyl Akaln'riv to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @cheesycereal] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Laura’vir Ithradryl talonnii and its distinguished head, Viro’nir Itharion Ithradryl to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Pathologist] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Laura’vir Amethil talonnii and its distinguished head, Laura’vir Raziel Amethil to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Laeonathan The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Laura’vir Silvera talonnii and its distinguished head, Laura’vir Luccieal Silvera to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Ewdrawings] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Laurir Acaln’sae talonnii and its distinguished head, Laurir Ronan Acaln'sae to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [@imkenobi] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed noble Laurir Glanaeri talonnii and its distinguished head, Laurir Viserra Glanaeri to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [@Sailor] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed noble Laurir Mah'nel talonnii and its distinguished head, Laurir Ember Mah’nel to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Frisket] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Laurir Adiler talonnii, and its distinguished head, Laurir Xavier Adiler to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [@Bird5k] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Nor'Onn, The Musin of Celia’nor, to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @mielofficial The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed noble Lauririi Lady Llora Soltée to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Cozy_Tea] Esteemed Foreign Delegations: HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Joren I, King of Hanseti and Ruska and their royal pedigree, vassals, and citizens HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, John II, King of Balian, and their royal pedigree, vassals, and citizens HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Therin Adil, King of the Petra and their royal pedigree, vassals, and citizens HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Erwin, Prince in Reinmar and their royal pedigree, vassals, and citizens HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Amarantha I, Queen of Hyspia and their royal pedigree, vassals, and citizens AY’PUERAN; Her Royal Highness, The Princess Royarch, Iryne Ibarellan, Patroness of the Arts, Guardian of the Celestial Realm, and lineal descendant of the Silver Phoenix, of the Principality of Celia'nor

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——✮—— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——✮—— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— Sol’Helious Vassal Agreement Published on 10th of Snow’s Maiden, 222 S.A. “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——✮—— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——✮—— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ARTICLE I: On Sovereignty and Titles I. Helious and its lords hereby acknowledge the crown of Celia’nor sovereignty claims and rights to the lands under their jurisdiction. Helious further acknowledges Celia’nor as its vassal lords. II. Celia’nor hereby acknowledge Helious, the land provided to them in this agreement and the rights afforded to them. III. Celia’nor reserves the rights to raise or lower the Mah’nel families titles as per their nobility within Celia'nor. IV. Celia’nor may at any time acknowledge Helious's own titles should they wish to do so. ARTICLE II: Land Coverage I. The signatories agree that Helious shall cover 70% of the mountain region south of the capital as originally agreed upon. (Tile_Midlands_39 with the current Celianor_Vassal_Helious region) II. The signatories agree that Celia’nor shall remain in possession of the remaining 30% for the purposes of livestock and cattle. III. The signatories agree that the Crown of Celia’nor may expand the lands granted to Helious without consent of both parties, however land retraction must be discussed and agreed upon. ARTICLE III: Land Usage I. The signatories agree that Helious shall be allowed to build a keep, a city and an undercity within their lands. II. The signatories agree that Helious is free to use the remainder of their land for barns, cottages and other buildings of the like. III. The signatories agree that any further cities or defensive structures must be acknowledged and agreed to be both parties. ARTICLE IV: Guard I. The Signatories agree that the Mah’nel family may possess a house guard as outlined by Celia’nors Laws and nobility rules. II. The Signatories agree that the rules and laws around house guards may be changed by the crown of Celia’nor ARTICLE V: Law & Tax I. The signatories do agree that Helious may enact and enforce its own law within his lands. II. The signatories do agree that Helious may enact taxes within its land. III. The signatories do agree that Helious shall pay a tax of 150 per year/Elven week. ARTICLE VI: Duration I. This agreement will remain in effect permanently. II. The terms of this agreement may be renegotiated with assent from the crown and the ruler of Helious. ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——✮—— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——✮—— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— AY’PUERAN; Her Royal Highness, The Princess Royarch, Iryne Ibarellan, Patroness of the Arts, Guardian of the Celestial Realm, and lineal descendant of the Silver Phoenix, of the Principality of Celia'nor HER LADYSHIP, EMBER MAH’NEL, Gine ou’ Aen’asul, Ac’Luxzi Kni’ich ou’ Sol’Helious a’ Mali’asul, Tauria, a’ Ruchess ou’ A`lterk a’ Lunderia, Magine of Vali’mae, Co’trine ou’ Voclia, Cond’pess ou’ Oblen, Vatoness ou’ Achyae, Floy’ya & Sievis, Gine ou’ Sen’nyor Haelune’zxi ou’ Mah’nel. HIS EXCELLENCY JARAD MAH’NEL, Gin ou’ Leyu'sil, Zu’ilch AcLuxzi a’ Go’nuer ou’ Sol’Helious, Gin -Brin’Spachen ou’ Celia’nor, Go’nuer a’ Vho’far ou’ da Mah’nel Talonnii HONARBLE JARI’EL MAH’NEL, ac’ier ou’ Sol’Helious a’ Mali'asul, ‘ire ou’- Mah'nel Talonnii

Her Royal Highness, The Princess Royarch, Iryne Ibarellan stood tall, her figure cutting a striking silhouette against the soft light filtering through the windows of the Royal Feast Hall of New Valdev. Without a single word, but a firm nod, had she conveyed her commitment, and all in her presence understood that the decision were final, Celia’nor would stand firm in its resolve thus would not be broken.

Published; On the15th of The Grand Harvest, upon the year, 224, amidst the Second Age “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” ON BEHALF OF THE ROYAL CROWN, In response to the recent declaration of war and the uncertainty it brings, Her Highness, Princess Iryne Ibarellan prioritizes the safety and preparedness of her loyal subjects and courtly community. It is imperative that every citizen is equipped with the knowledge and skill required to protect themselves and their loved ones during these challenging times. To this end, our Mordu'lar, Lord Aganar Kalgan, along with our esteemed Lord Commanders, Aneh'wy, will be leading a series of specialized defensive training sessions. These intensive courses are designed to equip participants with the skills necessary to protect themselves and their community during these uncertain times. The training will cover a wide range of essential techniques, including but not limited to the effective use of shortbows for ranged combat, mastery of swordsmanship for close-quarters defense, and the proper handling of various other defensive tools. These sessions will emphasize not only the practical application of these weapons but also the strategic thinking required to ensure personal safety and the collective security of our Principality in the face of potential threats. In addition to our military forces, the noble Knights of Celia'nor, including the Royal Phoenix Order, the Knights of Helia, and the Radiant Flamekeepers, will be lending their strength and expertise to these efforts, providing specialized forces for both training and combat. Their experience, dedication, and valor will be invaluable in ensuring the protection of our citizens and the continued strength of our Principality. Additionally, this announcement extends a formal invitation to all members of our court and community to take part in the upcoming military drills and training sessions. This is a rare and invaluable opportunity to gain first-hand experience in structured combat, working closely alongside our seasoned soldiers and officers. These sessions will not only teach essential combat skills but will also foster a deep sense of camaraderie, discipline, and unity among our ranks, strengthening the bonds between citizens, soldiers, and leaders alike. Through participation, individuals will be equipped with the knowledge and experience to effectively defend our Principality should the need arise. Those who are physically able, eager to contribute, and determined to play an active role in the defense of our realm are strongly encouraged to attend these army training sessions, ensuring that we stand together as one in these uncertain times. Those wishing to receive personalized instruction in defensive combat and weapon handling are urged to contact our Mordu'lar, Lord Aganar Kalgan, or our esteemed Lord Commanders - Elgras Soltee, Jarad Mah'nel, and Siofra Ibarellan - either by letter or through direct means, at their earliest convenience. United, we shall fortify our strength and determination, safeguarding the realm and securing the future of our way of life. I urge all to remain vigilant, stay prepared, and stand resolute ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; Her Excellency, the Honourable Princess Royarch, Iryne Ibarellan, Patroness of the Arts, Guardian of the Celestial Realm, and lineal descendant of the Silver Phoenix, of the Principality of Celia'nor His Royal Highness, the Radiant Prince Ilvarion Ibarellan, Heir of the Royal House Ibarellan. Primarch & Grandmaster of the Royal Phoenix Order, Chancellor of the Principality of Celia’nor His Excellency, Aganar Kalgan, Patriarch of Kalgan, Mordu’lar of the Celia’Diraar, High Castellan of the Royal Phoenix Order Lady Siofra Ibarellan Knight Paramount of the Hileia Knights, Chief Apothecary, Recruit Master of the first company, Commander of the Celia'diraar Xavier Mayer Adiler, Patriarch Of House Adiler, Chief Librarian and Chapter Master Of The Radiant Flamekeepers

Published; On the12th of Deep Cold, upon the year, 223, amidst the Second Age “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” To the People of Celia’nor, It is with a heavy heart and unwavering resolve that I address you this day regarding the assault upon myself and the valiant souls who stood alongside me. On the eve of yesterday, our land was struck by creatures of unnatural origin, twisted by dark and ancient forces. These foul beings were skeletal in form, their bones pale and brittle, their frames draped in ragged remnants of frozen armor. Their hollow eye sockets bore an unnatural cold, and their movements were swift and relentless, as though they were driven by some dark, malevolent force. The creatures bore weapons with viciously serrated edges glistening with a cruel frost. Each strike they made brought with it a biting chill, as if the very winds of winter had risen to join their assault. Though we were able to repel the attackers, this assault is but a warning, a sign that darker forces stir beyond our borders. In response, there is the commencement to organize a scouting party to uncover the source of these creatures. I call upon all those with the courage, skill, and resolve to join this effort, alongside our Celia’Diraar and the stalwart ranks of our military. With our seasoned warriors, who have been honed in the fires of battle, we will face the unknown with fierceness and unyielding courage. Whether you are a warrior with a blade, a scout with keen eyes, or a healer with a steady hand, your courage is needed. Together, we will uncover the dark forces that lurk beyond our borders, and we will face them with all the strength and unity of Celia’nor. I urge all to remain vigilant, stay prepared, and stand resolute ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; Her Excellency, the Honourable Princess Royarch, Iryne Ibarellan, Patroness of the Arts, Guardian of the Celestial Realm, and lineal descendant of the Silver Phoenix, of the Principality of Celia'nor

Published; On the 12th of Sun’s Smile, upon the year, 222, amidst the Second Age “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” Denizens of Celia’nor, With great honor and boundless optimism for the future, we proclaim a momentous appointment to the Royal Council. Siofra Ibarellan shall henceforth serve as High Steward and Treasurer, entrusted with the prosperity and stewardship of our great realm. May the stars forever guide and protect our realm, for a new era approaches, and with it, the promise of greatness and glory for Celia’nor! ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; Her Royal Highness, the Honourable Princess Royarch, Iryne Ibarellan, Patroness of the Arts, Guardian of the Celestial Realm, and lineal descendant of the Silver Phoenix, of the Principality of Celia'nor

Published; On the12th of Marlin’s Welcome, upon the year, 222, amidst the Second Age “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” Denizens of Celia’nor, It is with a sense of solemnity that we announce the departure of His Excellency, Ronan Acaln’sae, the distinguished High Steward and Treasurer of Celia’nor, who has stepped down from his role within the Royal Council. Yet, as one chapter closes, another must begin. The position of High Steward and Treasurer within the Royal Council now stands vacant, and it must be filled by one of wisdom, fortitude, and unwavering fealty to Celia’nor. Thus, the Crown calls forth those of noble bearing and steadfast resolve to present themselves. And so, the search for a new High Steward and Treasurer begins! Those who believe themselves capable of upholding the responsibilities of this honored position, or who wish to nominate a worthy candidate, are invited to present themselves before the Crown by formal missive. May the stars forever guide and protect our realm, for a new era approaches, and with it, the promise of greatness and glory for Celia’nor. ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; Her Excellency, the Honourable Princess Royarch, Iryne Ibarellan, Patroness of the Arts, Guardian of the Celestial Realm, and lineal descendant of the Silver Phoenix, of the Principality of Celia'nor

Published; On the 5th of the Snow’s Maiden, of Year 220 upon the Second Age The Royal Council, composed of distinguished advisors and strategists, is the backbone of the principality's administration. These eminent individuals, each a master in their respective fields, provide invaluable insights and guidance to Her Excellency, Iryne Ibarellan. Their unwavering dedication and wisdom are instrumental in maintaining the peace and prosperity of Celia'nor, ensuring that the principality flourishes under the esteemed leadership of Princess Irene Ibarellan. ✵ ──────────═❁═────────── HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, THE PRINCESS ROYARCH OF CELIA’NOR [Iryne Ibarellan | Tag @XoxoMinnieXoxo] Her Majesty, Iryne Ibarellan, Princess Royarch of Celia’nor, stands as the sovereign guardian of the principality’s legacy and future. A staunch protector of Celia’nor’s rich cultural heritage, she tirelessly champions its preservation while promoting innovation and progress. As the highest authority, the Princess Royarch oversees all cultural and state affairs, spearheading initiatives that strengthen national identity and unity. Regal, resolute, and visionary, Princess Royarch Iryne embodies the heart and strength of Celia’nor. HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, THE PRINCE-CONSORT OF CELIA’NOR [Ellisar Ibarellan | Tag @_DuckStep_] His Royal Highness, Prince-consort Ellisar Ibarellan, is a formidable leader known for his strategic acumen and dedication to the defense of Celia'nor. Prince-consort Ellisar ensures peace and stability for Celia'nor, forming a dynamic partnership that balances cultural preservation with strong defense strategies within the Principality of Celia’nor in partnership with her Majesty, Iryne Ibarellan. ──────────═❁═────────── HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, THE CHANCELLOR OF CELIA’NOR [Ilvarion Ibarellan | Tag @PapaRay] His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Ilvarion Ibarellan, is the Chancellor of Celia’nor and Royal Heir to the Principality. The Chancellor holds unparalleled authority second only to the Royarch and serves as the head of the council. As the strategic leader with total command authority and oversight over affairs and governance, The Princely Chancellor may exercise full sovereign power over all state, military, and diplomatic affairs. The Chancellor’s authority extends to all affairs, including control over appointments and positions within the Royal Council, the State, and the Military, ensuring a unified and effective national administration under the crown. In the absence of the Royarch, the heir exercises full sovereign authority to maintain the nation’s stability and continuity. His dedication to progress and order has earned him widespread respect among both the court and the citizens of Celia’nor. HIS EXCELLENCY, THE MORDU’LAR [Aganar Kalgan | Tag @McSteve5662] His excellency, Aganar Kalgan is the commander of the Celia'diraar, The Mordu'lar. The rank bestowed is in charge with keeping the realm of Celia'nor safe alongside all of its vassals and people who reside within the borders of Celia’nor safe. They have the utmost authority of military matters within Celia’nor and commands all the military forces under the protection of Celia’nor. Should the Royarch and Chancellor be away for an extended period of time, the Mordu'lar holds top authority with internal matters of the nation. HER EXCELLENCY, GRANDMASTER OF COMMERCE [Eir Maor | Tag @CandyZe_Royal ] As Grandmaster of Commerce, Her Excellency Eir Maor contributes vital intelligence to the long-established Celia’diraar, the military forces of Celia'nor. Eir Maor strives to protect the Royarch's Majesty and is sworn to safeguard the royal line of succession. Her strategic acumen and loyalty ensure that the Principality's interests align with its security, providing a stable foundation for Celia'nor's prosperity and continuity. HIS EXCELLENCY, THE HIGH STEWARD OF CELIA’NOR [Ronan Acaln'sae | Tag @ImKenobi] His excellency, Ronan Acaln'sae has been entrusted with the solemn duty of overseeing the nation's finances and its stewards. He diligently manages the constitution of wealth and the budgeting of said wealth, all subject to the approval of the reigning Sovereign, thus ensuring the financial stability and prosperity of the realm. He is also responsible for appointing and managing stewards for the capital city of Leyu'sil. HER EXCELLENCY, THE LADY OF FESTIVALES [Mika Glanaeri | Tag @TheMysterySlayer] Her excellency, Mika Glanaeri, has been entrusted with the duties for her vibrant role in organizing and revitalizing Celia’nor’s cultural celebrations by orchestrating events that promote and highlight the nation’s traditions.Through her efforts, she not only enhances the cultural vibrancy of Celia'nor but she also ensures that community bonds are strengthened amongst citizens and visitors. HER HOLINESS, THE ARCHPRELATE OF TALYIINISM [A'eollaja Ibarellan | Tag @Havsbris_] Her Holiness, A'eollaja Ibarellan, The Archprelate of Talyiinism, is the state spiritual leader of Talyiinism. Through its scholarly approach, Talyiinism serves as both a source of spiritual guidance and a source for self-enlightenment. Her Holiness serves as the primary interpreter of sacred texts, providing insights into the complex interplay between divine forces. She also leads rituals and ceremonies that reinforce communal bonds and spiritual awareness among followers. HIS EXCELLENCY, THE LORD EMASSIARY OF CELIA’NOR [Jarad Mah’nel | Tag @JoshBright] His excellency, the lord emissary Jarad Mah’nel has been entrusted with maintaining peace and ensuring the prosperity of the nation through strategic alliances and diplomatic efforts. With his keen insight and diplomatic acumen, he navigates complex international relations to secure beneficial outcomes with fostering nations for the benefit of the Principality of Celia'nor. He is committed to upholding the values and interests of Celia'nor, ensuring that every diplomatic endeavor strengthens the nation's standing and fosters mutual respect and cooperation. ──────────═❁═────────── Royal Advisor [Llora Soltée | Tag @Cozy_Tea] Royal Advisor [Ciradyl Akaln'riv | Tag @Cheeseycereal] Royal Advisor [Isandir Ibarellan | Tag @Pathologist ] Royal Advisor [Mathi Lensul'em | Tag @Mathi_ ] ✵ AY’PUERAN; Her Excellency, the Honourable Princess Royarch, Iryne Ibarellan, Protector of the Crown, Guardian of the Celestial Realm, and lineal descendant of the Silver Phoenix, of the Principality of Celia'nor His Excellency, the Honourable Prince-Consort, Ellisar Ibarellan, of the Principality of Celia’nor

Published; On the 8th of the Sun's Smile, of Year 220 upon the Second Age “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” ──────────═❁═────────── Beloved denizens of Celia’nor, Her Highness, Princess Iryne Ibarellan, has been officially recognized as the rightful ascendant to the throne. Her succession is celebrated throughout the principality, as she takes on the mantle with dignity and grace signifying a new era of prosperity and unity for the Principality of Celia'nor. Her dedication to the welfare of Celia’nor and its citizens is unwavering, promising a reign marked by growth, unity, and cultural enrichment. She stands as a true successor to her predecessors, embodying the virtues and strengths that have long defined our great realm. Under her leadership, the principality is poised to flourish, with initiatives aimed at enhancing the quality of life for all its inhabitants. “I, Iryne Ibarellan, do hereby accept the solemn duty of governing and protecting our beloved kingdom. In reverence to our long-standing traditions and in honor of my noble forebears, I pledge my unwavering dedication to our realm's prosperity and welfare. With determination and compassion, I shall lead with integrity, ensuring that the legacy of Celia'nor is preserved and strengthened for future generations. With resolute determination and an unwavering spirit, I shall stand as the steadfast guardian of Celia'nor, safeguarding its unity, security, and advancement. In the face of formidable challenges, I will spare no effort, withhold sacrifice, nor yield to any obstructor. My loyalty to our nation and its cherished inhabitants shall remain steadfast, unbroken, and eternal. It is with my earnest breath that I solemnly swear, beneath the sacred banner of our realm, to protect Celia'nor regardless of the cost. I shall embrace the weight of my responsibilities with courage and honor, unwavering in my resolve to uphold peace and justice. I acknowledge that the price of our nation's well-being may, at times, be my very life. Yet, I am prepared to face this sacrifice with grace and valor as for the sake of our beloved land and its people, I willingly offer this pledge.” _______ Of the formal invitations, the Royal Family of the Ibarellan would like to extend personal summons to the following distinguished gatherings, in the hopes of their joyous attendance. Celia’nor Nobility: The Royal Family cordially invites the esteemed Evarir Cerusil talonnii and its illustrious head, Evarir Sylvir Cerusi, to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @unlegiqDuck] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Evarir Py’lrie talonnii and its distinguished head, Evarir Siria Py’lrie to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Allien] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed noble Virar Akaln’riv talonnii and its distinguished head, Laurir Ciradyl Akaln'riv to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Cheeseycereal] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Laura’vir Ithradryl talonnii and its distinguished head, Viro’nir Itharion Ithradryl to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Pathologist] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Laura’vir Amethil talonnii and its distinguished head, Laura’vir Raziel Amethil to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Laeonathan The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Laura’vir Silvera talonnii and its distinguished head, Laura’vir Luccieal Silvera to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Ewdrawings] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed Laurir Acaln’sae talonnii and its distinguished head, Laurir Ronan Acaln'sae to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @imkenobi] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed noble Laurir Glanaeri talonnii and its distinguished head, Laurir Viserra Glanaeri to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [@Sailor] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed noble Laurir Mah'nel talonnii and its distinguished head, Laurir Ember Mah’nel to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Frisket] The Royal Family extends a gracious invitation to the esteemed noble Lauririi Lady Llora Soltée to partake in the joyous ceremonial festivities. [ @Cozy_Tea] Esteemed Foreign Delegations: HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Karl IV, King of Hanseti and Ruska and their royal pedigree, vassals, and citizens HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Therin Adil, King of the Petra and their royal pedigree, vassals, and citizens HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS ERWIN, Prince in Reinmar and their royal pedigree, vassals, and citizens HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, JOHN II, King of Balian and their royal pedigree, vassals, and citizens

Treaty of Kretzen and Leyu'sil Established on the 13th Malin's welcome, 220 S.A. TAMMESKRIEGER UND VERBÜNDETE, THE FOLLOWING HAS BEEN SO AGREED UPON by the Crowns of Reinmar and Celia’nor for the mutual benefit of the two Princedoms. ARTICLE ONE | ARTIKEL EINS The Crown of Reinmar formally acknowledges the Principality of Celia’nor’s claim and sovereignty within the realm of Celia’nor. Likewise, the Crown of Celia’nor formally acknowledges the sovereignty of the Principality of Reinmar within the realm of the Reinmaren. The Crowns of Celia’nor and Reinmar shall henceforth be referred to as the signatories. ARTICLE TWO | ARTIKEL ZWEI The signatories hereby pledge their armies in defense of the other’s sovereignty, lands, and peoples, until such a time where this pact has expired. ARTICLE THREE | ARTIKEL DREI The signatories do mutually agree to grant the other signatories a tax-free stall within the borders of their respective capitals. The signatories do mutually agree that large-scale trading agreements between each party can be of either the purchasing kind (meaning that wares are purchased for minae) or of the bartering kind (meaning that different wares are traded on rates mutually agreed upon or previously set by precedent). ARTICLE FOUR | ARTIKEL VIER The signatories do agree to a mutual extradition clause wherein a citizen of either nation, with reasonable justification for arrest, may be apprehended and transferred to the courts of the land where the alleged crime occurred, upon presentation of an extradition request by the judicial representatives of the requesting state to the monarch or government of the requested state for approval, with legal defense for the defendant permitted by judicial representatives from their nation of origin. ARTICLE FIVE | ARTICLE FÜNF The signatories do agree to free correspondence between their militaries to better coordinate mutual defense. ARTICLE SIX | ARTIKEL SECHS The signatories do agree to exchange a pair of custom swords/armor or jewelry of their choosing. ARTICLE SEVEN | ARTIKEL SIEBEN The signatories agree that the terms of this pact shall be in effect for fifteen years from the date of publication of this document, to be renegotiated upon expiration. Her Royal Highness, Illyria Ibarellan, Princess Royarch of Celia’nor, The Prophesied, The Reclaimer, and Phoenix of the Principality of Celia’nor Her Royal Highness, Iryne Ibarellan, Heir to the principality of Celia’nor His Lordship, Jarad Mah’nel, Lord Emissary of Celia’nor HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS ERWIN, By the Grace of God and Light of the Ancestors, RVOOBE GMSTSR, Prince in Reinmar, Prince of Sutica and Minitz, Duke of Reinmar, Count of Kretzen, Neu Brandthof and Freimark, Burgrave of Langenkirch, Viscount of Tucay, Baron of Freising, Madvon, and Boriënwald, Lord of Sankt Johannsburg, Freisburg, Wilheburg, Rozenfeld, Erwinsburg, Neuberg and Durres, High Chief of the Reinmaren, Warden of the Ferdenwald and Franklands

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐥'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐈𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬. "𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭, 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬."

As the cold of the winter hit the far north, a traveler and his loyal stead trudged alone in pitch darkness, the occasional twinkle of the stars above casting a faint glint of light amidst the darkness. The wind howled furiously, whipping snow into their faces as they trudged forward. The traveler was far from his prime years, far from what he accomplished back in his youth. His joints ached, his muscles were sore, and his eyes were heavy with fatigue and his heart heavy with grief that he had yet to deal with. Yet, he pushed on, with the limited strength and energy he had left, using his stead as a crutch at times. His mind wandered through various memories that were familiar and brought a sense of warmth to the man, helping him to bypass the journey through the harsh night. Each memory served as a beacon, guiding him through the tempestuous journey and reminding him of the love and joy he had once known. They were a testament to a life well-lived, filled with laughter, adventure, and bonds that transcended time and distance. He recalled the gentle laughter of his beloved wife, Cosima Rostova, as they danced under a canopy of stars, her eyes shining brighter than any constellation. Her warmth had always been his refuge, a sanctuary where he found peace and comfort from a young age and throughout his life leading up to present times. Even now, the thought of her embrace filled him with a sense of solace and renewed his resolve to keep moving forward, as if she were still beside him, whispering words of encouragement, and awaiting his arrival. In his satchel, he carried a bundle of letters he had written to her over the years that he was apart from her, each one a testament to their enduring love. Though penned with trembling hands, the words flowed with sincerity and devotion, capturing the essence of their shared moments and dreams. As he trudged onward, he found solace in knowing that these letters held a piece of her, a connection to the past that warmed his heart even on the coldest of nights. He also recalled the laughter and mischief in the eyes of his son, Thorin Rostova, as they embarked on countless adventures together. Those days of exploring the wilderness, teaching Thorin to fish, and watching him grow into a strong and compassionate young man were among his most cherished memories. Despite the distance and the years that had passed, he felt Thorin's presence in his heart, and it spurred him onward through the blizzard, determined to reunite with his family once more. Allerick Rostova, the lone traveler, regretted many things he had done, many of which caused rifts between his beloved family due to his own choices made from the loss of both of his parents, first the unexpected passing of his mother, Yelena Rostova. Her death had left a void in his heart that he struggled to fill, leading him down a path of solitude and self-imposed exile. Allerick and Yelena had unresolved conflicts before she passed. He wished he had taken the time to reconcile with her, and now he was left to deal with the guilt of not being able to say goodbye. The pain of her absence shadowed his decisions, often clouding his judgment and creating distance between him and those he held dear. When he thought nothing worse could happen, Allerick's father Bo Rostova shortly passed soon after. Bo's passing further shattered Allerick's already fragile world, leaving him with an overwhelming feeling of isolation. The loss of both parents in such a short span of time deepened his grief and heightened his sense of abandonment, causing him to withdraw even further from the people who cared about him. It was this compounded sorrow that drove him to seek solace in distant lands, hoping to find peace and redemption far from the memories that haunted him, in an attempt to forget the life he was currently living. Yet, in the midst of his journey, memories of his estranged brother, Baran Rostova, would surface unexpectedly. Baran, who had always been the more grounded of the two, had tried to reach out and mend the rift between them after their parents' passing. Allerick regretted pushing him away, unable to face the reminders of the family he had lost, and now, with every step, he wished for a chance to reconcile and share in the strength they both needed. Just before setting out for his family, Allerick had penned three heartfelt letters, one to Cosima, one to his son, Thorin, and one to his estranged brother, Baran. Allerick was hoping to mend the rift between them after many years apart. In the letter to Cosima, Allerick poured out his regrets and longing for the time they had lost, expressing his deep love and the hope that she would find happiness despite his absence. He apologized for the choices that had driven them apart and shared his desire for her to move forward without the burden of their past. "Cosima, my love for you has never wavered, despite the many miles that separate us within this realm. From youth, I knew it would be you, and always it would be you, which is why I pursued you despite the wishes of my family and since then, having the honor to call you my wife has been a privilege for me each day. Since writing this, I hold many regrets about my own decisions that formed this divide between us that should've never been created to begin with, and with such I fail to express how ashamed I am for it. For the choices of my own that has caused us to be driven apart, I hope in my absence you found happiness shared with family of your own. In hopes of turning a new leaf, I share a desire with you to move forward to begin anew, and heal the weighing burden of our past." In his letter to Thorin, he expressed his pride in his son and his sorrow for not being present at crucial moments in his life. Allerick urged Thorin to be strong and assured him of his unwavering love, hoping that Thorin would understand his actions and forgive him. In his letter to Thorin, Allerick unknowingly missed the chance to congratulate his son on becoming a father and starting a family of his own. Had he known, he would have expressed his joy and excitement at the prospect of being a grandfather. Despite this, Allerick's words were filled with a deep, abiding love and a hope that Thorin would find happiness and fulfillment in his own life. "Thorin, there is so much to say and not enough time in the day to say it all. Let me start off my saying just how proud I am to call you my son, even with the grim reality that I have abandoned the majority of and missed numerous crucial moments of your upbringing. Since the moment you were born, my love for you has never wavered throughout my old worn mind. I simply hope that despite my absence, you might understand my foolish actions of self-isolation, and here's to a small hope of forgiveness from you. By the time I am writing this, and the many years that have passed since I last saw you, I assume you are now all grown up, navigating the obstacles that life brings. I hope that you will embrace each challenge with courage and resilience, carving out a path filled with success and happiness, and I hope that you find love and joy in the family you build, surrounded by people who support and cherish you my dear son." In his letter to Baran, Allerick acknowledged the mistakes that had led to their estrangement, admitting his role in the misunderstandings and conflicts. He expressed a sincere wish to reconcile and rebuild their brotherly bond, emphasizing that life was too short to let past grievances stand between them. Allerick invited Baran to join him in healing old wounds and starting anew, hoping that they could create new memories together. "Baran, so much has happened between us from a young age which has deepened the estrangement between you and I with our varying differences. I will admit majority of our misunderstandings could have been easily fixed if I had been less stubborn and more forgiving towards you. As your older brother, I should have been there for you in times of need, instead I turned my back on you after both mother and father passed away. With such I carry that heavy burden every time I open my eyes, and I wish I could reconcile and rebuild our once unwavering bond. I hope with time that has passed, we can start anew and bridge the gap that created this distance between us." As Allerick trudged forward, lost in memories of his loved ones, a sudden, sharp pain pierced through him. Before he could comprehend what was happening, his vision blurred, and the icy landscape around him faded into darkness. Having fallen to his knees, he cupped both hands around the aching places in his body in order to ease the agony. He realized with horror that an arrow had struck him, its shaft protruding from his side and staining the snow beneath him with crimson. In those final moments, his thoughts lingered on, mainly about Cosima, Thorin, and the family he so desperately wished to reunite with, but his journey had ended abruptly, leaving his dreams unfulfilled as he lay lifeless face down within the snow that soon stained red. [OOC] I'd like to take the time to first and foremost thank everyone who has been apart of this character's background and story. From the thrilling battles to the heartfelt friendships made along the way, each moment has contributed to Allerick's growth and development from his birth to until his death. The unexpected twists and challenges have shaped the journey, making it truly unforgettable for me when playing this character. These experiences have left a lasting impact that I will cherish for a long time. I also want to send appreciation towards Ravenmire as a whole for not only being a large part of my life for the past few years but also to those who I’ve grown close with over that time. While there have been good times and some unfavorable , Ravenmire and all who are a part of it shall have a special place within my heart! I want to let it be known that this was a personal PK choosing, one that was a difficult choice to make but due to life away from LOTC, I came back from a mini hiatus knowing I cant allocate the needed time to upkeep the needed time dedicated to continue playing this character. However, this is not a goodbye, but a see you later!

In a lonesome tavern somewhere in Aevos. Within the dimly lit building, a figure can be seen leaning on an unattended bar. The smell of stale beer and musk permeated the air The figure was clad in a tattered cloak, its edges frayed from countless journeys. A wide-brimmed hat obscured their face, casting a shadow over eyes that seemed to flicker with a hidden intensity. Boots, caked with mud, suggested they had traveled far through untamed lands alone. The figure held something in his hand, parchment paper of sorts with great significance. The paper was the announcement of his Sovereign’s death, Bo Rostova, Allerick Rostova's Father. His hand trembled slightly as he read the words. A deep sorrow settled in the pit of his stomach. The loss of his dear father was not just a personal blow, but a shift in the very foundation of his own world that seemed to be already collapsing. A stream of tears traced a path down his cheek, mingling with the dust and grime of his travels, as he contemplated the uncertain future that lay ahead for him, his wife and son. Allerick had always admired his father, not just as a Sovereign, but as a guiding light in his life. Bo Rostova was a man of wisdom and strength, qualities Allerick had aspired to embody. Their relationship had been built on mutual respect and understanding, and the void left by his father's passing felt immeasurable, leaving Allerick to question how he would navigate the challenges ahead without his father's counsel. Amidst the emotions Allerick was churning with regarding the news, he slid a wounded hand to the left most side of his hip, obtaining a flask. Inside was a potent blend of spirits, a concoction his father had often enjoyed to ward off the chill of the night and the weight of burdens too heavy to bear alone. The drink, known as Bo's favorite, was spiced rum. It was strong and fiery, with a warmth that spread through Allerick's chest, momentarily dulling the ache of loss. As he took a sip, he could almost hear his father's voice, offering comfort and strength in the midst of despair. "For vy papaj-" Spoke Allerick in a solemn mumble.

A hooded figure hunched over in a dimly lit room, within the shadows cast by boarded-up windows. A sigh echoed out from Kolvar - one that struck a nerve with the somber news of a beloved friend, a past comrade. From the dim lighting, the musky room is filled with the faint odor of stale liquor and cigarettes. After reciting a prayer to the stars above, the wicked woman would light a candle in his honor.

Published; Upon the10th of the Sun’s Smile of the year 189, amidst the Second Age _____ To the citizens of Ravenmire, Rhosmark, and Blackworth, After months following the Royal wedding of His Highness, Prince Allerick Fyodor and Her Grace, Cosima Victoria Rostova, it is with utmost honor to announce the birth of the firstborn child, and heir to the Kingdom of Ravenmire - Prince Thorin August Rostova. In Privacy, following the birth of newborn Thorin, he was blessed under the eyes of God, promised to be wrapped in protection for the entirety of his life in presence of both parents. With this being said, the couple invite all within and beyond Ravenmire to gather in celebration of Thorin’s arrival within the local tavern of Rhosmark! The gathering will take place in two Saints day- _____ Penned and Signed; His Highness, Crown Prince of Ravenmire, His Holy Lordship, Allerick Fyodor Rostova Her Grace, Princess Consort of Ravenmire, Cosima Victoria Rostova

Published; Upon the12th of the Grand Harvest of the year 187, amidst the Second Age _____ In the days to come, a joyous occasion shall commence in the Northern region, within the Kingdom of Ravenmire. A formal union, a royal wedding of His Highness, Crown Prince, Allerick Fyodor Rostova, and former Viscountess Cosima Victoria Tesmech et Martiel of Balian shall be held in the wake of God in union within Ravenmiran church Born children of war and conflict, these two individuals began their tale within the city of Vallagne, formerly known as Petra. A chance meeting within the streets, a gathered group seeking any chance of socialization and friendship amidst the chaos which had become routine. Through the years, the two shared their ons and offs with communication as their lives forged their own paths, but ultimately intertwined some decades later. This union is forged on perseverance and a strong will, and the couple hope that friends and family will offer their prayers for such to continue as they traverse this path together. _____ Formal Invitations are Sent to the Following: His Royal Majesty, Bo Rostova I, King of Ravenmire, and his royal pedigree, His Royal Majesty, Alexander II, King of Balian and his royal pedigree, His Apostolic Majesty, Charles II, King of Aaun, and his royal pedigree, Her Royal Majesty, Adelia I, Queen of the Petra, and her royal pedigree, Her Royal Majesty, Ramona de Pelear, Soberana of Hyspia, and her royal pedigree, The Most Honorable August Benedict Temesch et Martiel and his noble pedigree, His Grace, Henry Arthur Haverlock, Duke of Blackworth and his noble pedigree, The Most Honorable Margrave of the Rhosmark, and the people of Rhosmark. Personal Invitations are Sent to the Following: Her Royal Highness, Santana Leya de Pelear, Crown-Princess of Hyspia and her family, Her Royal Highness, Renata Alba, Princes-Royal of Hyspia and her family, Lady Esfir Artemesia Amador, Lord Sigmar Var Ruthern, Mister Avindor Divadri, Váli Freysson Ruric, and family, Rostova Lineage Penned and Signed; His Highness, Crown Prince of Ravenmire, His Holy Lordship, Allerick Fyodor Rostova, Lady, Cosima Victoria Temesch et Martiel,

Published; On the 9th of the Amber Cold, upon the year 186. Amidst the Second Age. “ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” _______ In recent times, we have been hit by a great tragedy, something of sinister threat roaring into our precious lands with a goal in mind, goal for destruction. Destroying all in its path, which was achieved by this sinister threat. With a heavy heart filled with sorrow, I am to publicly announce that a greater part of our precious city, Leyu'sil, has suffered. White towering buildings that once stood tall, collapsed with their rubble within our streets, fire burning itself out on collapsing roof tops; destruction miles for the eye to see- “From my youth and now, I reminisce on the fond memories once shared within our white marbled walls, cherished laughter filling the streets from our tavern, local shops, or simply from those passing through briefly. The inexplicable feeling now shredding through one’s heart at the sight of such destruction falls silent to any word spoken.” - Iryne Ibarellan While in the darkness of the destruction a light can always be seen, a light from the stars above. At the festival grounds a series of events shall be hosted for our people. Tournaments, where the Celia’Diraar, citizens, and visitors can show off their strength. Stalls which can, will be temporarily used to be available to sell basic goods for a small cost. Additionally, there will be a great opportunity for anyone who can find it within themselves to donate some funds either through a raffle, or separately of such, to assist more after the great calamity. ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; Her Excellency, the Honourable Princess Royarch, Illyria Ibarellan, The Prophesied, The Reclaimer and Phoenix of the Principality of Celia’nor Her Grace, the Honorable, Iryne Ibarellan, The Royal Heir of the Principality of Celia’nor

Iryne Ibarellan, the royal heir, daughter of Illyria stands before the balcony within the chambers of the Leyu'sil Palace. "We, as decendants of the stars umongst the lands of Celia'nor are to stand with the Royarch, and those alike you all in order to defend our land once and for all!" The royal declared proudly. "Change is here"

The Moon and Stars Accord Published; On the 10th, of the Grand Harvest of the year 183 amidst the Second Age “ ilMaehr'sae Ilkun'ehya” ✵ ARTICLE II: NON-AGGRESSION The signatories mutually agree that any forces affiliated with their banner, nation, families-in-power, etc., will not engage in military action against the other party. If such an event occurs, diplomatic courses will be prioritized to resolve the issue. ARTICLE II: CULTURAL & ECONOMIC EXCHANGE The signatories mutually agree to collaborate on public activities with the intention of establishing stronger cultural ties. ARTICLE II MILITARY CORRESPONDENCE The signatories mutually agreed to train their militaries together when the chance arises to better invest themselves in maintaining good relations between the two parties. ARTICLE III : DURATION The signatories mutually agree that the pact is to last a period of 5 years with the option of renewal or abrogation once the duration has expired. ARTICLE IV: LANDS OF RECOGNITION The signatories mutually agree to recognize the Principality of Celia’nor and the current ruling Monarch as the proper Suzerain of the land that the Maehr resides in, ARTICLE V: AUTHORITY & EXTRADITION The signatories mutually agree the Maehr are to govern and police themselves in Darad Kezyah and the surrounding plains through the princely Voice of the Clans and its delegates. Both parties shall discuss terms of extradition should either side host a wanted criminal pursued by the other party. Discussions between both parties must preempt attempted arrest of said individuals in either party’s jurisdiction. ✵ _______ AY’PUERAN; Her Excellency, the Honourable Princess Royarch, Illyria Ibarellan, The Prophesied, The Reclaimer and Phoenix of the Principality of Celia’nor Her Grace, the Honorable, Iryne Ibarellan, The Royal Heir of the Principality of Celia’nor Malyrel aeth Nor-velyth, Prince of the Maehr, Voice of the Night Father, Mother Moon and the Clans, Bayde Thyone-Maiheiuh, On behalf of Udax Ulln Thyone of Darad Kezyah, Xutha Ularmys Oussana and Xutha Otellia Maiheiuh

Iryne Ibarellan, the heir and beloved sister of Illthrak mournfully wept as she exited the Celia'nor clinic as moments before shared her last words with her dearest brother before he succumbed to his devastating injuries, as she held onto the ring she recieved from Illthrak the prior day before.

Irelia Py'lrie would gleam with pride upon the newly announced noble Talonnii, the Amethil's! As she would go seek out Lauririi Raziel!