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Annette comforted her husband as he had sobbed for his dear friend. “Ve must celebrate her life nov, more zhan ve ever had.” She offered in advice, though she never seemed to follow it herself. @Deets

A von Audrick wiped the tears from her eyes, wishing she had never known this day had come. Though she was married and had children of her own, she always thought about her first love and how dearly she missed him. “Oh Vil, ich vish ich could’ve seen du vone last time.” She said to herself as she curled up in bed, grieving all of those whom she had lost. 

A fox sat in her home, curled up in a chair, legs dangling over the arm rest. A letter sat in her hand, her coarse fingers clenching it tightly to her chest. Sobs escaped the poor woman, though she couldn’t find the words to say. Her uncle had just passed…and she was devastated. As she wept for his passing, she wished he had taken her out on his adventures. Maybe this time she could have saved him. 

The Aunt of the Bride questions where her personal invitation was.

A von Theonus would exit her home, making her way towards the rose fields of Reinmar. She had heard of her older brother’s passing and grief had taken over the poor woman once more. She sat down in the field, her arms wrapping around her knees. All the memories they had together would now forever just be memories. 

“Not again…” A Waldenian woman would sigh within her home in Reinmar. She looked to her husband, knowing he would have to go fight if things did escalate. 

An Elder Wen would look at the missive, nodding in approval. Her calloused hands had worked hard to prepare the items for her niece's shop whilst other plans commenced. 

A certian Vuln’miruel would let out a disappointed sigh before going to see the Celia’nor Chancellor.

One of Laltyl's many children sat in her home, in the company of her dearest fiancee. This daughter had sat at her desk, hand resting under her chin for hours. The thoughts quickly came flooding in. Perhaps I too should join her. Life with my dearest is a dream, but the forests will forever call to me. This young mali had been taunted by the voices that lie within these damned woods, trying to pull her in. Back to the life she had just before. As she thought, the girl wiped the tears that began to form and fall down her cheeks. 

Annette de Rosius would remove the wax seal, opening this letter. Perhaps it was yet another missive on the affairs of state, or maybe a letter from her family in Haense. She held one of her newborn daughters close as her eyes started to skim the words imprinted with ink. Oh no. And as she finished, the letter that once sat between her fingers floated to the ground, that same handing going to cover her mouth. What did she do? What did they both do? The young mother scooped up the other child, making her way out of the manor with her two children. 

Annette and Adrian had went to Sedan, to reminisce on the past and see their father. The siblings walked into the small town, wandered around. As they turned a corner, there he was. Ludwig, on the ground. Gore rushing out of his abdoment. In the heat of the moment, Annette had fallen to her knees by his side, crying out for her father and screaming to his murderer. In her mind, she could only think of one thing. Why him and now? Her mind was weak, sorrow taking complete control of it. The healing salves and oils she had became no use as she sat there and wept. 

After it all, the young woman would refuse to leave her home. She only left once to send a letter to her dearest friend, but besides that, she sat at home. She laid in bed for hours, weeping for her father. Or, reading the books he used to read to her as a child. She thought about Hemlock and all the memories from their time there. "Come back to mich in somevay, bitte."

Stalashal Vuln'miruel eyed the document. "Elveness? Seems these old Imperialsts can't spell for shite, and are behind with the times. It is Mali'nor now, stupid valah." She rolled her eyes, showing the document to her fiancee. 

Annette von Audrick sat at the family table with Aurelian, reading him a book. She thought back on the times Ludwig would read to her as a child, or tell her stories of his victories. “Vater ist proud uff us, Aurelian. Ich hope du know zhat.”

Annette von Audrick would point to her family name, showing it to her lover. "Look! Ein event ich am nicht ein plus one to!" She beamed. 

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Stalashal Vuln’miruel, the Amaethean Lady Commander would let out a sigh of relief. “Ahernan, Spirits. I’m tired of going to war with my lliran.”

Annette von Audrick would see the missive. "Ein Isabel from Haense?" She asked with a lofted brow. "Zhat must be Isa... vhat did zhey do to her?" She then set out to search for her dear friend. 

4 minutes ago, Junoix said:

Isabel read over the missive with an incredulous expression, though she couldn't help but chuckle. The Illatian handed the paper over to Annette, taking a sip of her whiskey. "Well, what do you think? The Barclays make excellent weapons, and he seems funny at the least.."

Annette von Audrick would take the paper from her dear friend, her eyes reading the material. "Ich have nicht heard of half zhese diseases..." She said as she brought the paper closer to her face. "...But he ist Valdenian. Zhe Barclays are gutte people."

@Junoix

The Elvenessi commander would look over the field, a smirk on her face. “A decisive Mali’nor victory, lliran.”

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Annette von Audrick would see the invitation and a smile would quickly grow on her face! "Alfy told mich zhey vere getting married...Vhat ein joyus time." The woman would start to sew a new dress for the occasion! 

A now twenty year old Von Audrick sits in her family home, clutching onto a book her mother read to her as a child. This child never knew of Adelaide’s past, and most likely never will. Annie was growing up, and going around to explore the world. But yet she could not let the idea of her mother go. “Mutter, do nicht go for too long.” She uttered to herself. 

The Glaiveguard

During Amaesil Vuln’miruel’s time as Lord Commander of Elvenesse, many things were accomplished. Successful raids, amazing defense on the city. All of this was done with the help of his Wardens. After Lord Vuln’miruel had stepped down, the military of Elvenesse sadly had gone to shambles. Much reform was needed, and the many attempts did not succeed. With the Glaiveguard, Amaethea hopes to bring back the military we once had and could depend on. The military as it stands now, is not dependable. But this will change with the new leadership:

Lady Commander, Stalashal Vuln’miruel

Linevar of the Glaiveguard, Dave

And hopefully with many more leaders to come. 

Ranks of the Glaiveguard

ROYARCH - 

The Royarch is the person leading Amaethea to a better direction.

COMMANDER -

The Commander is the head of the Glaiveguard and protector of Amaethea

LINEVAR -

The Linevar are the officers of the Glaiveguard

GLAIVEGUARD -

The Glaiveguard are the members of the Glaiveguard

CERUONN -

The citizens of Amaethea who choose to battle with the Glaiveguard when in need.

Enlistment

To enlist please reach out to the following:

Stalashal

Dave 

Uell ito Maruthiran,

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Kosher Daesmon, 

The ‘Fresh’ Prince Royarch of Amaethea

HER LADYSHIP, Stalashal Vuln’mirel,

Lady Commander of Amaethea

Dave,

Lubba Keep Lawyer, Linevar of the Glaiveguard.

An elf would pluck the poster off of a post and inspect it. “Damn, a wanted poster and no prize. What a waste,” She would scoff, dropping the poster below her before going back on her ship.

DEPARTURE

“Time is the most important thing you have.”

. . . 

“What stories do you want to make for yourself one day?”

They're right. I can't just sit around and do nothing forever.

A small dock sat in the waters, a wooden ship tied close to the dock. The boat would rock in the waters from the tide wading beneath it. The boat was small, big enough to be comfortable for three people at most. 

A quite tall elven woman stood on the dock, her hands on her hips. She smiled, a genuine smile. “Oh, look at her, Nailo! Perfect for sailing.” 

“'ave ye' ever even ridden in a boat before?” Her cousin asked as her lavender eyes examined the ship from afar. Oh was it beaten up from too many rides. 

“Ti, ti, of course!” The girl had stammered, “Why else would I have chosen this trip for us?” 

“Because yer stupid.” She retorted, a snicker escaping her person. 

“Whatever,” Ventys scoffed playfully as she climbed into the ship.

“I don’t think so!” Otellia would speak up, standing next to Ventys. 

 The mixed elf held her hand out to Otellia first, helping her fiancee into the ship before holding her hand out to Nailo “Well, are you coming or not?” 

“Ye’ know it.” Nailo took her cousin’s hand happily and climbed aboard! 

And with that, the three would depart their vessel from the dock. They travelled the seas, and found new places. Within a week, Nailo and Otellia would return back home, but Ventys would still be gone.

Ventys Vuln’miruel sat within her Celia’nor home, a hand holding her girlfriend’s hand. She had heard of Becclain’s passing. 

Her mind instantly went back to when they had first met. The girl closed her eyes and tears poured down her cheeks, not one sob being held back. 

“I’m llun I couldn’t have talked to you more…”