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୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✧𓅂✧⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧ ୨⎯PUBLISHED BY THE HAESENI LEDI COMPANY⎯୧ VOL 6, RELEASED 11 OF VZMEY AG HYFF, 526 E.S. ୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✧𓅂✧⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧ THE HAESENI LEDI MAGAZINE returns from its extended sabbatical, reborn and renewed, just in time for the rebirth of the Haeseni capitol. Enjoy seven new fashions, carefully designed for both men and women, in bright jewel tones. Bidding closes: TUESDAY Apr 23 @ 10pm EST ANTI-SNIPE: For all bids placed within 15 minutes of auction closing, bidding on that item will extend by thirty minutes. This will only apply once. ୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✧𓅂✧⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧ I ୨⎯MINTY MAJESTY⎯୧ II ୨⎯RED RESPLENDENT⎯୧ III ୨⎯COZY CERULEAN⎯୧ I ୨⎯PLAYFUL PINK⎯୧ II ୨⎯STUNNING SAPPHIRE⎯୧ III ୨⎯MAGNIFICENT MAUVE⎯୧ IV ୨⎯PURPLE PRINCESS⎯୧ Bidding for each outfit starts at 150 minas / 10 USD. ୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✧𓅂✧⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧ To convert a bid from mina to USD, simply divide the previous mina bid by 15 to produce the equivalent bid in USD. Once an item’s bidding has been converted to USD, it can not be converted back. Available USD payment methods: PayPal Venmo Regardless of currency, all bids must be at least 10 mina (or equivalent in USD) over the previous! This does not apply to starting bids. ୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✧𓅂✧⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧ WISH TO MAKE A PURCHASE? GOT SOMETHING TO SAY? Enquire with the Haeseni Ledi Company, information below! BIDDING FORMAT IGN: XXX DISCORD: XXX SKIN: XXX AMOUNT: XXX [ MAKE A NEW COMMENT FOR EACH BID, DON'T EDIT ] Published by and signed by, Her Ladyship, GALINA GEORGINA ALYOVNA GODUNOV, Baroness of Verskaya, The Pride of Paradisus,

She's dead bestie So like. In heaven I guess

(That is not hard. I was so so far from cool when I first joined.) I think my most technically proficient skin - and one of my prettiest - is Galina's barbie pink look. I don't know what I did but I COOKED. (this one https://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/primadonna-6128214/) My two other favorites are this one of Alasdair's (https://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/personal-5870469/) and a Manon skin from her mid 30s. (https://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/personal-5776620/) The Alasdair one is one of my most technically proficient skins from that era - I still can't really recreate what I did on the sleeves, it was a total fluke. I really loved his very simple, almost austere style in his teens, it was so fun to skin for. The Manon skin is one of my favorites purely because of the memories I associate with it. Her early 30s in Celia'nor were some of my favorite times in her life, and this was her outfit during that era. I just have so many fond memories from that time, that I can't help but get attached to the skin she wore as well. (Also, it was one of my first really brightly-colored skins, which feels significant, considering my current style.)

I think one of the most important things I've learned on LOTC has been how to keep myself separate from my character. It was something I had a really hard time with in my early days, and every IRP rejection or insult felt incredibly personal, and were highly anxiety inducing. Learning to keep those things at arm's length has really helped me play more interesting characters, and feel more comfortable telling stories that have genuine consequences. I think my biggest regret is not letting Manon's story end earlier. She's so dear to me as a character, and after about her 40s, most of her life just got... really drawn out, and kind of boring. It was really upsetting to me while I was rping her, because I'm so attached to her, and I wanted her to have a really nice, narratively sound ending. But I didn't let her die at times that I could (or should) have, so it ended up just sort of... going on forever and ever, after her story was done.

Oops... definitely didn't forget to do this two weeks ago. I joined LOTC my freshman year of High School, in the first full year of Covid, and now here I am, a month and a half away from graduating. Crazy how the time flies, right? Anyways, questions. I don't know how you're supposed to write one of these, so I hope this is sufficient.

SPRING CLEANING PT II Two announcements from House Godunov. Published 3 of Joma ag Umund, 525 E.S. Following my elevation to Baroness of Verskaya, I find it necessary to cleanse my house of sin. This comes at a great cost to my own heart, but it must nevertheless be done, if House Godunov is to persist. Therefore, I see fit to declare my brother Anatoliy, his wife, and their entire lineage disowned, in keeping with the Edict of Cleansing. None of them, in life or in death, may ever again claim the Godunov name. I will only make an exception to this should his children choose to return to Haense, and renew their devotion to their homeland within the next two years [Apr. 29], as directed by the Haeseni Crown. If any or all of the Betrayer’s children elect to return home, they will be under my protection and guardianship, and I will raise them as if they were my own. Nevertheless, they will be the descendants of a betrayer and a heretic, and thus can not be trusted to inherit the Barony. The prodigal children will be secondary members of the family, with no claim on the title. Furthermore, I must also trim away the disease from other branches of my family tree. My uncle Valerian, his wife Eadwynn, and their descendants are all similarly disowned, due to their abandonment of their homeland. None of them may claim the Godunov name ever again. Thus the inheritance of Verskaya falls on my shoulders, and on those of my children. I will state my intentions clearly here: I have seen the flaws of primogeniture. I know them firsthand, as does Haense. The eldest child will not always be the fittest to lead. Therefore, I will state clearly that at the time of my death or abdication, I will personally select my heir from the whole of my children, based on worthiness, not birth order. Know that this news of disownment comes from a heart heavy with loss, but I find it nevertheless necessary to cleanse a wound before it infects the body whole. Krusae Zwy Kongzem.

Galina Georgina Godunov, first of her name, and now Baroness of Verskaya, felt a swell of pride when the missive arrived on her doorstep. Finally. It was time to get to work.

"Finally, some proper news - and endorsed by the Church! Dobry!" Observes one pink-cheeked Godunov matron, during her carriage ride to Valdev...

SPRING CLEANING An open letter in response to the actions of my once-brother. To their Majesties Ivan VIII and Nataliya of Ghaestenwald, It has come to my attention that the sins of the man I once called brother - Anatoliy Godunov - have been uncovered, and punished with a righteous death. I have few kind words to say in regards to his character, and to speak them would be deception in the highest degree. So I will say what unkind words I am able to without degrading my own character. My brother was a pagan, a betrayer, a dark mage. His heart laid in his bank account, not with God, or even his family. All this is known. What is not known is the precise cruelty of his treatment of me, his loving sister. I will not belabor the point, for the sake of the comfort of all those who once called him their friend (though I suspect there were very few, by the end,) but the gravest insult he laid upon me came in the years following the “death” of his wife. After hearing the news of Poppiya’s “death,” I sought my brother out to offer him my comfort, as was my duty. My journey took me out of Haense, through Balian, and into the pagan lands of Haelun’or’s Kaethul - a den of dark mages and heretics. There I found him in conversation with both a Devilspawn and an elf. Before I even had the chance to tell my brother of my mission, he began berating me for what was the great plague of my life: my lack of marriage. In his own words, I was “of no use to him” if I could not marry well. It was then that I realized what many had realized long before: there was no heart left in my brother’s chest. His soul had been poisoned by the company he kept, and could not be saved. I left immediately, and spent some months in the monastic Society of St. Juliya in Petra, where I prayed over my brother’s sins, and requested guidance from God on how to respond. When I heard the news of his death, the answer came to me: I must return to Haense, and take up the mantle that the betrayer Anatoliy once bore, in hopes of returning honor to my family’s name, and restoring my lineage in the eyes of God. Following this, I have a request to make of Your Majesties, that being that I may be granted the title of Regent of House Godunov so that I may begin the work of restoring virtue to my family. I know that I have been absent from Haense for some years, but my loyalty and my heart lies with my homeland, always. Yours, with eternal faith and reverence,

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Madame Lulu prepares her cards...

A worn, tired sailor found the missive on the desk of his captain's quarters. He read it in silence, unreceptive to the calls from his crew, or the whipping of the wind beyond the wooden walls of his ship. The ink bled beneath spotted saltwater tears as Alasdair wept silently for the death of his friend. There were no words for this moment, nor was there anyone to say them to.

A sly fortune-teller prepares her crystal ball...

"Don't go getting any ideas, now..." Said a wary Alchemist, eyeing her clockwork servant from across the room.

"Enrico has nay told his family about us?" Murmured one Galina Georgina Godunov, scanning over the missive. A frown was spread across her round, freckled face. "That is nay like him... perhaps it is the grief." Then, she glanced over at the most recent bouquet he'd brought her, still standing fresh on the countertop. "Hrm," Was her eloquent conclusion. "Ea ought to write and make sure he's okay..."