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SMALL MAP, SMALL MAP!

However! I think ya'll should leave places be. Activity checks make everything and everyone stressed - allowing builds to exist without having a population adds more mystery to the server. 

When I was a new player a year ago, I was amazed by all the empty/abandoned areas. It kept me interested and curious about the lore behind the server and the area I was exploring. It really does add more feel to the server.

"Is this it? Is this the start of it all?" wondered the Viscountess. Esmée leaned against the doorframe, watching over her sleeping husband. Her hand clutched on her heart locket for dear life, hoping her husband survives. A quiet sigh escaped her, "Dieu, it's not his time yet. Don't take him away from me. Not yet."

On the other hand, a certain Mondblume frowned from the Seven Skies. She knew this story already, she knew the ending. However, this is not a story she was willing to watch. She couldn't.

DECLARATION OF REGENCY

Issued by

THE VISCOUNTY OF KRUSEV

On this day 10th of Gronna Ag Droba of 427 E.S.

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VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK,

House Kortrevich is saddened to announce a state of regency. The Viscount of Krusev, Nikolai Kortrevich unfortunately had a stroke, and though treatment was delivered quickly, it seems that he has fallen into a state of comatose. It is unknown what could’ve caused the stroke but the family suspects it was stress and overworking. The Viscount’s wife, Esmée Gabrielle Kortrevich, will be acting as the regent until the lord recovers.

The family asks for privacy during this time. Prayers are very much appreciated.

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SIGNÉE PAR,

THE HONORABLE, Esmée Gabrielle Kortrevich, Viscountess-Regent of Krusev

Esmèe was never one to express her thoughts and opinions publicly, she liked to keep to herself. She's always followed that philosophy.

As she read the new Queen's rambles, she was surprised to see the opposite. Reading the harsh words made her heart ache for whose who were mentioned. As her eyes read a certain name, she frowned deeply. "... Vy talk and engage with a-" She paused, sighing. Esmèe had standards, she wasn't going to say the word out loud. 

"Vyr words mean nothing."

AIN MAMETR’S SUPPORT

15TH OF MSITZA AG DARGUND OF 426 E.S.

[!] A painting of Esmée Gabrielle Kortrevich holding her youngest daughter, Inessa Louise Roselle Kortrevich.

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VA VE MAMETRZ I HAENSE,

When I first became a mother, I was terrified and anxious of motherhood and everything that came with it. Could I truly be a good mother? What if I wasn’t? What could I do to change? Would my children notice? As much as these thoughts clouded my mind while taking care of my little ones, it gave me a solution.

I’ve decided to form the Mother Orchid’s Love club for all parents of Haense. Any parent (married, single, nobility or not) is welcomed to join. The support group is intended to help new parents ease into parenthood or those who are currently parents. 

All meetings will be held at Koenas Street 6. There will be activities and exercises for everyone to engage in. Food and drinks will be served, all homemade. At the end, there will be an open discussion to express any concern or question about being a parent.

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SIGNÉE PAR,
THE HONORABLE, Esmée Gabrielle Kortrevich, Viscountess-Consort of Krusev

The young Captain frowned as Adrianna never arrived to the Seven Skies. "Schwester..." her voice croaked, "You are taking too long to get here." And there she sat. Maya Bishop waited for her until eternally.

4 hours ago, marslol said:

A brunette woman takes the missive floating in the air off the Urguani coast, brown and blue eyes scanning the paper with sarcastic amusement. "..-wonder how long this'll last, at least this one got publicly posted in comparison to the last I was apart of. Are they going to retrial all the people I certified in my youth? - Fuckin' better. Half of them are daft and the others have their head too far up their own asses."

 

She took a deep breath and stuck her hand up towards a yellow boat. "-LANDA! YOU SEE THIS SHITE?-" @dove

The Hyspian 'ame heard her shout from her hammock. She sat up, holding the missive her hand. "SI, I'M READING IT RIGHT NOW!" She waved it around, "It's nice to see someone is stealing their families' plans!"

Esmée Gabrielle Kortrevich starts to knit a sweater for the newborn!

Esmée Gabrielle Kortrevich watched the death unfold during the feast, now terrified of Queen Emma's baking skills...

when is jon getting his own kingdom?

The Hyspian 'ame shook her head, laughing as her eye scanned the missive. Suddenly she stopped as she read 'You will always have a voice as long as you are in Elysium.' She let out a scoff, "Will always have a voice? I spoke up once, ONCE, and I was thrown out like trash. Por favor. Que tonterías."

VE STARRY HJUD BALL

8TH OF TOV AG YERMEY OF 422 E.S.

[!] A painting of the night sky in Jerovitz done by Esmée Gabrielle Kortrevich.

VA VE EDLERVIK,

As spring sways into the Kingdom, House Kortrevich is eager to announce its very own ball: The Starry Night. Hinted within the name, the ball is all about the night sky, moon and stars. Come and revel in the newly transformed Jerovitz ballroom and participate in a multitude of night-themed events. Indulge yourself with a variety of food and drink specially prepared by the Kortrevich family. Guests are encouraged to dress in colors resembling the night such as blues, yellows, purples, whites, and blacks.

VE SCAVENGER HUNT

To begin the night, several items relating to the night theme will be hidden throughout the Viscounty. Bring a friend along as everyone will be paired up. Each group will be given a book, filled with riddles and stories - hinting where each item could be. The first five groups will be given rewards and prizes.

VE STAR PUZZLE

There is a folktale about a prince who wanted to win the love of a lady he knew. He thought long and hard, trying to find the perfect gift for her. Then he got an idea, he climbed the tallest tower he could find, catching a falling star for the lady. Unfortunately, he dropped the shooting star, breaking into pieces. The panicked prince frantically put the star back together, the best he could. 

Due to the story, there’s a wooden star puzzle based on it. Once the wooden star is undone, it is extremely difficult to put back together. If one can put it back the fastest, mina will be given to the winner.

VE LANTERN DANCE

To end the night, guests will be redirected into the ballroom of the keep for those who wish to dance. For those who don’t wish to dance can partake in the lantern activity. Each attendee will be given a lantern - they can either write a message on it or not before sending it off into the night.

“Night”

Balls of white, they float ever continuously in the space above us.

Halls of sight, the stillness over takes as the deepness settles in.

Walls of light, somehow reaching their gentle hands to give us a faint glow.

Calls of night, sleep draws upon us, whispering for us to close our eyes.

-B.I.K

SIGNÉE PAR,

THE HONORABLE, Nikolai Mikhal Kortrevich Kortrevich, Viscount of Krusev, Baron of Koravia 

THE HONORABLE, Esmée Gabrielle Kortrevich, Viscountess-Consort of Krusev

HIS LORDSHIP, Borris Iver Kortrevich

HER LADYSHIP, Eileen Baruch

Just now, Generi said:

Rosalind sharpens her axe.

The Lady and Her Cow(s)

Isabel, Strawberry, & Berrycake

[!] A painting of Isabel Fenika Mondblume and her two cows, Strawberry and Berrycake.

It was her fourteen birthday, spending time with her close family, the Talonni’kru. They laughed, they cried, they celebrated - all within the keep of Ritchenburg. The young Mondblume never wanted anything more or less. Finally, a family who cared and loved her.

Nearing the end of the night, a guest stopped by, Lord Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich. On further inspection, it was not just himself! He brought friends with him, Shortcake and Strawberry. He came over to the keep to give Strawberry over to her. Just for Isabel.

According to the Lord, Strawberry was due in a few months. Which unsettled Isabel, but she was not going to back down so easily. She even wondered if this would prepare her for motherhood. The Mondblume approached the cow, gently caressing Strawberry’s head. The two instantly had a connection.

Unfortunately, the night turned sour between Nikolai and Isabel as the Takinni’kru pestered the Lord about his true intentions with her since he had rejected her a while back. Insults and threats were thrown around, leaving everyone distraught. By the end of it, only Isabel and Strawberry were in the keep.

In tears, Isabel brought Strawberry into the residence, down the steps, and into the basement where her bedroom was located. After all, who was going to stop her? Her papej, Lord Yvo? Her mamej, Princess Petra? The Talonni’kru? None of them were there anymore.

Isabel took out her finest blankets and laid them out on the floor near her desk. Then she went into the hallway, seeking for the supply closet - “borrowing” some pillows. She tossed the pillows around the blanket, all for Strawberry. She wanted to make sure she was comfortable and happy despite the trouble earlier. Strawberry didn’t hesitate another moment and laid down. The Mondblume stared at the cow as she stared back up at her. A huff escaped her - Isabel took it as an invitation and sat down beside her.

“Stravberry, I hope vy like vyr new home.” 

Before the maid went to fetch for the Lord, Isabel had made her way to the Jerovitz barn. As always, she smiled at the bull before her, extending her hand out to him. Shortcake looked up in her direction as if he knew she was. Isabel gently caressed his head with growing tears - she knew his time was coming.

“Ea'll be vaiting for vy up there, da? Don’t be scared, ve’ll be there.”

She took a few steps back, giving Shortcake space. As Isabel stood there, she remembered something from her childhood. There was a demon who took Nikolai’s eye when it was trying to approach her. Isabel was extremely grateful for his heroic gesture. As a thank you, she made him a cow plush - for the times Shortcake couldn’t be with him. Because of that thought, Isabel began to cry. For her, for Nikolai, but most importantly, for Shortcake.

Strawberry, being equally as stubborn as Isabel, refused to lay around and relax. She was always on the move. Not because she didn’t like the keep but because she liked exploring, adventuring. Which most of the time gave Isabel a heart attack.

Eventually, the two toured around - seeing new places together. Isabel dressed up Strawberry for every occasion they went to. She always made sure her cow companion was cozy and all prepped. If Isabel was wearing a scarf, so was Strawberry. If Isabel wore a kokoshnik, so did Strawberry. The Mondblumes always had to look good, according to Isabel.

“Stravberry, ve’re cute da?”

A huff was heard, Strawberry agreed.

As Shortcake passed in Nikolai’s lap, the Mondblume made her way over to her own cow. When she approached her stable, Strawberry wasn’t there. Isabel stared at the empty ground, panicking, trying to figure out where she could be. Then it hit her - causing her to run towards the keep of Ritchenburg. Once she got there, she spotted the old cow near the lake.

“Stravberry, are vy okay?”
The cow turned, ignoring her.
“Stravberry, please.”
 

The two stood there, in silence. Isabel slowly walked up to her, resting her head against hers, half hugging her. And there they stood for a while until Strawberry nudged Isabel. At that moment, the Mondblume realized what was going on. Her cow was dying too - she came out to the lake for her last adventure.

As Isabel’s life had turned for the worse, she fled to Providence. She took all of her belongings and brought Strawberry with her - after all how could she leave her behind? At first, the home wasn’t really home. It was always bare, empty most of the time. However, love and care was put into the garden. Isabel made sure the grass was perfect for her cow, always trimmed. She built her a wooden shed, if she ever wanted to rest outside. Fresh carrots, water, and wheat were always put out - all for Miss Strawberry.

As months passed, another addition was added to the family - Strawberry’s first child. Isabel struggled to name the calf, wanting to find the right name for her. She paced around the garden, saying random names out loud as Strawberry silently judged her with a stare. Suddenly, Isabel snapped her fingers.

“Her name vill be… Berrycake! 
Berry from vy - Stravberry. Cake from Shortcake. Supae eazvar perfect!”

Strawberry lifted her head up at the sound of her baby’s new name. She seemed to approve of it. As Berrycake grew older, the three lasses went out and about, on new adventures whenever they could.
 

The two had walked back to Jerovitz, settling down in Strawberry’s stable. The old cow laid down on her stomach as Isabel laid down on her back, right beside her. The Mondblume turned on her side, softly scratching the back of Strawberry’s ear. 

“Stravberry,” Isabel started to choke on her words, “Ea julamar vy szmavre hauchov.”
The cow huffed once more, for the last time, almost as if she was saying ‘I love you’ back.

A certain Mondblume watched from the Seven Skies, wondering if there was a curse within her family. "Why are ve suddenly dropping like flies?"

A certain Mondblume watched from the Seven Skies. She wondered if was the universe's doing - after all Adele's mother ruined her own engagement...

The new and very exhausted mother, Esmée Gabrielle Kortrevich held her firstborn daughter (@marslol) in her arms. She softly placed a kiss on her tiny pale forehead, "Je t'aime Rose." Her gaze wandered over to her husband, muttering a few words to Esfir. "I blame vyr père's genes."

wowie, i guess we don't have a right to safety on this server - they reallly care, huh.

The Hyspian 'ame burst into laughter. "Ellos nunca aprenden! Unfortunate!"

Being cooped up in her room, Esmée Kortrevich read the poems with a bittersweet smile.

Esmée Kortrevich read the missive with a smile! "Maybe I'll take Borris with me to go and see."

The Hyspain 'ame read over the invitation with the biggest smile.  "Felicidades Liluth, que todo salga bien."

9 hours ago, MeteorDragon said:

Medic rp should be removed

as someone who does medic rp, i agree with this. 100%

8 hours ago, Borin said:

"its them paladins, infiltrating haense... lock up your newborns, good canonists of haense!" cries bishop viktor in the streets

If Bishop Viktor took the time to get to know Esmée Gabrielle, he would know that she is not a paladin nor associates herself with her family. Esmée Gabrielle is a good Canonist.

UNION OF A PURPLE AND WHITE ORCHID

“La vie est une fleur dont l’amour est le miel.”

4th OF GRONNA AG DARGUND OF 419 E.S.

[!] A painting of colorful orchids done by Esmée Gabrielle de Astrea for her fiancé, Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich.

VA VE EDLERVIK, 

House Kortrevich is pleased to announce the upcoming holy matrimony between His Lordship, Nikolai Mikhail Kortrevich, the Vikomit of Krusev and Her Ladyship, Esmée Gabrielle de Astrea.

VE CEREMONY

The service will be held in the Basilica of St. Heinrik in Karosgrad where family, friends, and Godan will witness the two come together. The couple will exchange Auvergnian family rings and vows. It’ll be officiated by the one and only, Bishop Klaus.

VE WSZYR DANCE

As the ceremony concludes, the attendees will be brought to the keep of Jerovitz where the newly wed couple shall have their first dance. Mid dance, guests are allowed to step into the dancefloor with their partners. If one wishes, they can dance solo too. The dinner will follow right after, Auvergnian and Haeseni will be served, respecting both of the newly wed couple's backgrounds.

L’HEURE DE LA PEINTURE

As the dancing and dinner ends, guests will be redirected to the gardens of Jerovitz for a painting session in honor of the bride. Paints, brushes, canvases will be provided - all handcrafted by the Lady. Anyone is allowed to partake in the event. Auvergnian drinks and snacks will be given out throughout.

HIEDE AG SEEK

As the night ends, attendees will return back to the main foyer for hide and seek hosted by the groom himself. Seekers will be chosen by a glass bottle, spun by the newly wedded couple. Rewards such as a cow plush, 50 mina, or even jewelry, will be given to the seeker with the most wins or to the hider who cannot be found. 

Guests are encouraged to wear shades of purple, yellow, and red in recognition of the newly wedded couple. Gifts are appreciated but not required at all. Please leave any quarrels outside the doorsteps of Jerovitz - this night is about fun and love. Also, do not forget your dancing shoes!

FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT OUT TO THE FOLLOWING:

His Royal Majesty, Sigismund III, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his royal pedigree

His Grace, Eirik Baruch, Duke of Valwyck and his noble pedigree

His Grace, Rhys var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus and his noble pedigree

His Princely Grace, Johann Barclay, Duke of Reinmar and his noble pedigree

The Right Honorable, Johann Ludovar, Count of Otistadt and his noble pedigree

His Highness, Otto Morovar, Baron of Ghaestenwald and his noble pedigree

His Lordship, Filip Amador, Baron of Monstadt and their noble pedigree

His Lordship, Elimar Mondblume, Baron of Richtenburg and his noble pedigree

Her Ladyship, Renée Giselle de Astrea

Wynanya Arvellon de Melphestaus, Elestel of the Ebonwood

Solun of Esbec, Of the Hexer Creed

Oijin and the Lectorate of Du Loc

Ayche

SIGNÉE PAR,

THE HONORABLE, Nikolai Mikhal Kortrevich, Viscount of Krusev

HER LADYSHIP, Esmée Gabrielle de Astrea