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An accessory. That was all Liridona ever was. From the time she was born, it had been engraved in her mind. “Ea was born to be Nataliya Amador’s twin sestra.” Nataliya was the baroness of Mondstadt; the matriarch of the House of Amador. Liridona was Nataliya’s twin sister. She had worked so hard to support Nataliya. Liridona stood at her side, quietly. Agreed to do near anything asked of her. She attended events, she joined the courts. Anything that could be done to ensure her sister could become a Baroness, Liridona did. But of course, they had their fights too. As all sisters did. Sometimes, it would be Nataliya’s quick temper and stress. Sometimes, however, it was Liridona’s jealousy and fear. “What is mamej going to do? Coddle vy and say it’s going to be okay? Y’am her favorite, Liridona. She does niet scold me anymore.” Why was it Nataliya? What if Liridona was born just a few minutes sooner? Would that allow her to be happy? Surrounded by friends? Loved by their mother? “It is in vyr hands to be remembered, Liridona.” Those words- they were never forgotten. But would Liridona be? A gem. The Gem of Amador, to be exact. Sparkling and beautiful and cut into the shape of perfection. “Liridona will take vyr place easily,” Olessya had once told Nataliya. And, although not spoken to Liridona directly, She knew all she had to do was stand in the shadows, ready at her mother’s disposal. Radiant. Elegant. Still. A centerpiece to be on display. Just as a perfect daughter should be. “If he does niet want to marry vy- then vy have failed vyr one job. But Yam sure vy will niet disappoint mea, Liridona- da?” Liridona was naught but 14 when she had those words spoken to her. She had craved for that attention, that validation, that love her entire life. “Don’t vy… remember mea..? Ein little bit, at least…?” “Ea do niet know vy girl- why are vy calling me mamej? Vy are crazy.” But in the end, all that work was for nothing. By the end of Olessya’s life, she did not even remember Liridona. “Ea will be better…” Liridona swore to herself following the death of her mother. She would never be such a failure of a parent to her sons. A choker. Wrapped so tightly around Liridona’s throat she could hardly breathe. It had always been that way. Shaking, struggling to get that air. That anxiety consumed the poor Amador for so much of her life. “Eam niet anxious, Albus.” Liridona had insisted so long ago. But yet, that fight to keep her composure was so regular, so normal to her. Her frayed sleeves were proof of such. An old, nervous habit she had kept since childhood. “Vy said Amadors are nobles. Money is niet a problem for us… then why are vyr sleeves worn?” Benedict, Liridona’s sweet youngest son, once asked, “Are vy afraid? Of eam getting hurt?” Of course, that was the worst of her fears. Nothing terrified Liridona more than losing one of her eleven previous children. And yet, it came true twice. First, with her precious, second child- Arn. Following him just a few years later was her dear niece, a woman she loved as her own daughter- Poppiya. “Arn did nejt come back.” . . . “. . . Poppiya dinnae make it off the battlefield.” In just a few short moments, Liridona’s whole world came crashing down. She did not cry when her mother died. No tears were shed after the passing of her twin sister. But following her son’s death, and her niece’s disappearance, Liridona wailed for days. A ring. And what a beautiful promise it represented. That of her union with the man she loved more than anyone else, Erik. “Somehow I know we’ll make it work together. You’re irreplaceable to me, Liridona, and I love you.” From that very first day they met as teenagers, all those years ago…. Liridona knew he was different. She knew she would love him. And love him she did, for so many years. Nothing brought Liridona more joy than her husband and the five sons they had together. The secret getaways from the bustling city into the mountains, The discreet hand-holding under the table, The contagious smiles that only the two of them understood. After Erik had moved to the mountains with his goats, Liridona was always pestered with questions from her niece, “Why do vy stay with him, aedymamej? He’s never around! He’s left vy!” Liridona could only chuckle and shake off Theodosya’s antics. The stack of decades-old letters kept safely under her bed was reason enough. The kind gray-blue eyes and joyful Scyfling accents of her sons were reason enough. The handmade hat that Erik had given her as a sign of his love was reason enough. There was no leaving, nor staying. There was only love. A crown. That pressure sat so securely above her head, yet the invisible weight felt enough to crush her bones and snap her neck. Liridona always carried herself with such grace, with such poise. Such was expected of her to represent her house, after all. From being appointed as Koenas Amaya’s court chamberlain, and later custodian, To taking her House’s regency from her third cousin after Nataliya died, To even Lifstala, where she wore her ancestress’ tiara. Liridona hated that public eye. She hated being on display. And yet, it was so unfortunately necessary. “Vy are a failure, Liridona.” The last words her brother in law, Aleksandr, had ever spoken to her before committing suicide. That regret ate at Liridona for the rest of her life. What if she had gotten him that one drink, as he asked her to? What if she had done something different in raising her sister’s children? What if, what if, what if. Longing for freedom. The very meaning of Liridona’s name. She had tried for so long to escape that wretched jewelry box she called herself. To escape from the shadows and responsibility and abuse. What was all of it for, anyway? Was it for the approval and pride of her mother? Did Liridona hope her mother would love her more if she were somebody important? If she were somebody at all? Was it for the sister she always stood behind? Was it for Erik? For her dear nephew, Henrik? For her own sons? Was it for Liridona herself? There was so much hurt. So much pain she carried silently. Secrets she had never, and would never, tell even her closest friends and family. Could she, one day, let go of all that hurt? Could she heal, and be truly happy? “Henrik sent me a letter- here.” “...Hurt you? Where are these accusations coming from? Are you alright, my dear Poppy?” “I wrote back- it is a situation long passed. The babies are fine.” “But are you alright, Poppiya? Did he hurt you, ever?” “It does ne matter, Aedymamej. He hurt himself much more than Ea was hurt.” The room started spinning. Poppiya’s words were replaced with a ringing in Liridona’s ears. There was a pain in her chest. It burned. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move. “Just- breathe, Aedymamej… vy will be fine. Just remain calm. It will pass.” But it didn’t pass. “Poppy, my dear… I’m sorry I was not a better aedymamej. I’m sorry I- I could not do a better job at raising you and your siblings. I love you more than anything… please forgive me… yes?” “There is nothing to forgive, Aedymamej. You are more a mother to me than my own mother- just breathe. Please?” But she didn’t breathe. Liridona nodded slowly, gasping for those few deep breaths. However, after a few moments, Liridona simply slumped against the table, having lost consciousness. The hand that was holding Poppiya’s fell limp. When Liridona opened her eyes once more, She was greeted with a phoenix that stood among her ancestors and friends. Its ruby-flamed tail, topaz-hued wings, and diamond eyes welcomed her home. Liridona Ingrid Amador was no longer afraid. Following the death of Liridona Amador, A statement was released to her sons, her nieces, and her nephews: Additionally, private letters were sent out to her loved ones. My sons: Erik My nieces & nephews: Amaya, Marian & Rosalind Liridona Ingrid “The Gem” Amador SA 107 - SA 171

Juniper has thoughts about her grandmother's current shenanigans

Juniper awakes in the middle of the night with a scream, bolting upright in her bed. She gripped her chest, gasping for air. "It's not real..." She whispered, hoping it was all just a bad dream. Something snickered in the back of her mind as she continued to mutter and ramble to no one, "It's not real, it's not real."

I only think it's fair because three emotes is the same time it takes to cast (some) magical spells/projectiles. Archers also tend to be farther away from the combat on hand (or should be, at least), so I think they should have less worries about being struck down mid-battle while loading a weapon.

Esfir readies snacks to share, decided to prepare the night out even before asking her father to go.

Koenas Esfir of the Cookie Empire plans diplomacy

I've refrained from commenting on this to avoid getting dragged to hell in this thread, but while scrolling through the 196 replies (wow), I cannot help but absolutely agree with these two. Setting ooc boundaries with the person you're roleplaying with, as Rigorous said, is super super important and obviously ooc comfort and safety are most important, but I also don't believe in bubble wrapping roleplay because people have views in roleplay. All religions have tenets that are important to them, and what is considered blasphemous to the canonists is entirely okay somewhere else, and vice-versa. Political spectrums also very much exist in character too, and you can see that in every single community irp and oocly. As Kholibrii said, it would be much more effective and less tedious to fix this issue community by community. There was not a time when everyone in the world woke up, and every government decided to legalize gay marriage. It happened over decades with revolutions and riots and protests and petitions, and it's still not done. I notice one very big argument is that ooc conflicts and prejudices shouldn't have to translate to rp, but you see ooc problems in roleplay every single day. It's not on a systematic scale almost, but there are wars and murders and tortures and so many things that I would argue are absolutely horrific and far worse than saying "Oh you can't get married to a man because ur also a man". tldr; Roleplay on the roleplay server (I know this is hard for y'all), and communicate with people if you feel uncomfortable or fear that someone is oocly a bad influence on the server and making people unsafe. love u all xx

Juniper silently hopes Ilya stays in bed forever. However, with what little compassion she had for those who cared for Ilya, the elfess ordered a bouquet of flowers to be sent to the Godunov manor- specifically to its Regent.

Queen Esfir of The Cookie Empire swears that the chickens shall pay for their transgressions!!!

[!] A missive was posted around Aevos, drawn out mostly in various shades of blue crayon TO THE CHILDREN OF AEVOS, We are the COOKIE EMPIRE! Our numbers have claimed the Commonwealth of the Petra, and soon we shall take over Balian and Hyspia as well! Everyone is welcome except for adults. To any royal children of the Kingdoms, you will be allowed to keep your thrones! We will just work together and be best friends! Also, no marriage or kissing is allowed because it’s gross. OUR COUNCIL LOOKS LIKE THIS! Her Royal Majesty, ESFIR ARTEMISIA AMADOR, Queen of the Cookie Empire His Royal Majesty, WILLIAM GODFREY TEMESCH ET MARTIEL, King of the Cookie Empire Her Royal Highness, OPHELIA JOHANNA NOVELLEN, Princess of the Cookie Empire (and Princess of Balian!) His Royal Highness, LACHLAN THIEN O’ROURKE, Prince of the Cookie Empire WE ALSO HAVE LOTS OF KNIGHTS, INCLUDING: Ser KAROL WALEWSKI Ser AEDAN RUDIGER FALKNER Dame AGNIESZKA WALEWSKI Dame CLAUDIA LORENA TEMESCH Please come join us! It will be very fun and we really really like new friends! There will be no bedtimes, no mean people, and NO KISSING. SIGNED, Her Majesty-ness, ESFIR ARTEMISIA AMADOR, Queen of the Cookie Empire His Majesty-ness, WILLIAM GODFREY TEMESCH ET MARTIEL, King of the Cookie Empire

back in my day...

Esfir gasps! She quickly takes to her parents to beg them to let her go! (She will go regardless of whether or not she receives approval.)

1350 A.H. - Present NOD PEPEL, ASERE PODNIMAT’SYA From Ashes, We Rise — INTRODUCTION THE HOUSE OF AMADOR was blessed eight years ago with the birth of twin heirs: ESFIR ARTEMISIA and her sister, SELYNE SOSINA. As both girls have grown to be in such good health, the Viscounty of Zvezlund wishes to celebrate the pair’s eighth nameday with a party to be hosted at Queen’s Crossing. THE ITINERARY MUSICAL CHAIRS: SEVERAL CHAIRS WILL BE set up in a circle, one for each participant save for one. Guests will move around the circle of chairs while music plays, but once the music stops they have to rush to sit down so they aren’t the one left without a seat. PIN THE BOAT ON THE WATER: A FAVORITE GAME OF any Amador child, a painted scene of port will be hung up, and guests will be challenged with pinning a paper boat closest to the drawn dock after having been blindfolded and spun around. FOOD AND DRINKS WILL be provided for guests, and dancing and merriment will of course be encouraged! Gifts for the twins are welcomed, but not required. FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE EXTENDED TO: His Royal Majesty, King ALEKSANDR II of Haense, and his royal pedigree His Grace, Duke VIKTOR VAR RUTHERN of Vidaus, and his noble pedigree His Grace, Duke GAREN BARUCH of Valwyck, and his noble pedigree The Most Honorable, Margrave OTTO LUDOVAR of Kvasz, and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Count CASSIAN COLBORN of Malkovya, and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Viscountess OFELIYA WEISS of Novkursain, and her noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Baroness KATRIN STAFYR of Thurant, and her noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Baroness IRENA KORTREVICH of Koravia, and her noble pedigree His Lordship, Baron MIKHAIL VALKONEN of Szargrad, and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Baron ANATOLIY GODUNOV of Verskaya, and his noble pedigree His Grace, Duke Ser STERLING BLAXTON-WHITEWOOD of Brabant, and his noble pedigree The Honorable, Viscount FRIEDRICH VON AUGUSTEN of Azor, and his noble pedigree The Citizens of HANSETI-RUSKA EVERYONE IS WELCOME! BUT MY FRIENDS GET EXTRA SPECIAL INVITATIONS: Princess ROWENA IVANNA of the Petra, Countess of Clermont ( @carebear ), and her siblings: Prince AURELIUS ARNAUD of the Petra, Count of the Phoenixspire Prince GARETH LUCIUS of the Petra, Count of Theral Princess ELÉANOR REINE of the Petra, Countess of Auseca Princess ELAINE CATRINNE of the Petra, Countess of Aimdelinne Lady CATHERINE ASHFORD DE LEWES (but no one includes the Ashford part) ( @alien_mc ) NIKOLAI ADRIÁN FALCONE SOLÍS ( @Tav ) ALEKSEY (he doesn’t remember his last name) ( @xo31 ) DAFFODIL ( @RatFromTheTrash ) Lord RENAULT MARCELLUS TEMESCH ( @Creator_Alan ), and his siblings: Lord WILLIAM GODFREY TEMESCH Lord PAUL SEBASTIAN TEMESCH Lady COSIMA VICTORIA TEMESCH Queen HAUCHMAMEJ AMAYA of Haense ( @sarahbarah) KARL WALEWSKI ( @ratlordmagic) All BUGS Per request of Princess Rowena: Princess OPHELIA JOHANNA NOVELLEN of Balian Lord of Valfleur, ADRIAN TOBIAS Lady of Valfleur, HELENE-OLYMPE NOELLE The Honorable, HENRIK III EDVARD AMADOR, Viscount of Zvezlund, 11th Baron of Mondstadt, Lord of Queen’s Crossing, Patriarch of House Amador Her Serene Highness, EMMA ANASTASYA, Princess Royal of Hanseti-Ruska, Duchess of Karlsburg and Karosgrad, Viscountess of Zvezlund, Baroness of Mondstadt, Lady of Queen’s Crossing Her Ladyship, ESFIR ARTEMISIA AMADOR, Heir Apparent to the Viscounty of Zvezlund & Barony of Mondstadt Her Ladyship, SELYNE SOSINA AMADOR

What’s the difference between meme rp on a non CA char and a CA char like musin or kha? People just want to have fun and not every character needs to be serious all the time

He’s currently dumping my body in the river

“PAPEJ WHAT DO THESE WORDS MEAN” An illiterate Esfir waved the missive in her father’s face. @critter

Why do u want to remove the cheese. huh.

After having the nearest passerby read out the invitation to her, a young Esfir Artemisia gasps! Quickly, she snatches the paper and runs over to her father to beg him to let her attend the party. @critter

Liridona coos and adores her new grandchildren!! Oh, how she adored being a hauchmamej! Gifts of jewels were prepared for her son and daughter and law, as well as the babes.

Liridona clutches her pearls at the idea that her cousin had a coherent, philosophical thought.

Juniper remembers when Robert was a gross little five year old. "My God, he's a father now?" She could not believe this.