SapphirePool

Gaudia Balianae Duellum 11th of Sun's Smile in the year of our lord, 88 BA Despite all which has transpired in these past years, there shall always be joy to celebrate when a new life is brought into this world. This day welcomes two infants into the palace of Balian after a short labour. Born within a mere ten minutes of each other, the infants are in sound health and humour. The girl bears a strong resemblance to her father, with wispy brown locks of hair that shine slightly of red hue in the sunlight. The boy has darker hair which is found in both parents' ancestry. Their eyes are as deep a blue as the oceans that lap the shore of their home. They are each named following tradition as such, Her Royal Highness, Princess Ophelia Johanna Novellen His Royal Highness, Prince Elianos Hadrian Novellen Signed by, HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Princess Sibyl Gwyneth, Princess of Monterosa and Duchess of Atrus HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Prince Ezren Elijah, Duke-Consort of Atrus

The young heir's father promptly lofted the boy up into the air to get a better view of the baby girl "This is your hermana, hijo." Ezren spoke with great pride.

Ezren removed his dust covered helm as he came into the palace, running a hand across Xander's forehead to brush the baby's wispy locks from his eyes.

“Mi’lady” a tentative voice spoke out towards an extremely elderly woman, the maid holding a missive. The aged lady Rosemary Vuiller sighed, adjusting her spectacles “no need to be so cautious, Magda. The only time I receive news from the outside is when a family member reaches the seven sky’s. Come, who is it this time?” She gestured over towards the seat across from her. The elder had little recollection of her great granddaughter apart from meeting her when the girl was very young. “War takes everyone. Those who are left waiting for their loved ones to return from battle are the ones who suffer in the end. Oh how I long to see my kin again. Magda, shall I enlist in the armada? Maybe that will hurry along my arrival to the seven sky’s!” She let out a chuckle, whilst her poor maid sat in discomfort at the comment.

Just to the princess’s right sat Ezren, diligently wiping the drying blood from his blade, replying, “Justice has yet to be served towards the ones who dared seek destruction of this lands people. My sword shall always be ready to cleave any who step up to the plate of battle against our Kingdom and it’s people!” He glanced towards his son, “I swear that by the time Xander can lift a sword, this war will be long in the history book.” [ooc: on phone, pardon the formatting]

The father of the newborn, Ezren, kept a very close watch of his wife and child, fretting continuously at even the smallest of sniffled uttered by the boy. Once they were both asleep, he took out a quill and two pieces of paper, addressed to separate individuals to deliver the news personally.

The husband of the captured heir, Prince Ezren Elijah would write a letter to Pontiff Sixtus VI( @Sander ) reading as follows: ”It is with great joy I may write that her Highness Princess Sybil has been returned to us mostly unharmed physically, and the child was delivered safely and in good humors. These terrorists should be ashamed for coercing a heavily pregnant woman to bend to their demands at the threat of the death of other captives and her unborn child. It is by the grace of GOD that my dear wife is a woman of strong fortitude in the face of adversity. My wife and I wish to invite you to tea to meet the baby, and discuss the events that occurred directly with her highness. May GOD guide us all in these troubling times, and may he bring light to those who had become lost. Signed, Prince Ezren Elijah of Tuvia” [OOC on phone, sorry for format]

Ezren Elijah, the husband of the captured heir to balian was left distraught upon returning from his days fishing trip, only to find his world upended and his heavily pregnant wife captive and subjected to who knows what. "How dare they hold captive my wife and unborn child?!" the distraught father to be became outraged, merely held at bay by Don Galbraith and Don Ruthern, who broke the news.

RP Name: Ezren Elijah Novellen Discord: sapphirepool MINA Amount: 200 dress: raspberry and cream RP Name: Ezren Elijah Novellen Discord: sapphirepool MINA Amount: 125 dress: renyari spring Ezren would smile as he penned his bid, ready to be sent by bird to Don Ruthern with a letter attached “Please do not tell my wife, it is a surprise for her! “ The doting husband had seen how the princess Sibyl’s gaze lingered on the two garments, and vowed he would see to it she wore the gowns fit for a future queen. ((Ooc: formatting bad, on phone sorry))

The new heiress's husband, Ezren would feel conflicted. There was a great load his wife had to endure from now on, and hardships will be ever-present. But he knew she would endure. His only hope was that he could hold some of the load for her to ease the burden of a nation.

MC Name: SapphirePool Discord: Sapphirepool Image: Description of Image: An artistic rendition of a screenshot of Balians land Dimensions: 2 wide 1 high

One of the Tuvia ilk, Ezren, let out a quick passing congratulations to the Baron before hurrying off to a safe distance. He was often seen looking at John from afar with a shiver. The man still plagued with nightmares of the Baron Galbraith holding a sharpened stick and mallet to his skull in a crude medical procedure. Nevertheless, he would attend the wedding, setting aside his disturbing nightmares of the groom. Later that day, he mused to Sibyl ( @HIGH_FIRE ) “maybe I should have an ornate mallet and Ice pick made for the baron as a wedding present..” he paused “or maybe that’s not a proper gift to a newly wed couple?”

Ezren Kervallen cringed at the advert, looking at his mother, “madre, since when is John a doctor…” he paused “or maybe it’s one of his siblings?” He asked, looking for any indication of name other than Galbraith. He had nightmares for a couple days after that about a certain one eyed man coming at him with a sharpened stick and surgical mask. @Lmcfc

Back within the southern lands, Ezren rolled his eyes, handing the public notice to the lady friend beside him "That was what the fuss was all about the other saints day? Sounds like some people in the west are too sheepish to deal with their own troubles, and would sooner drive their nation to the brink of all out war!" The man rubbed his forehead, a sigh escaping him, "Gracias DIOS for the stability of our nation. It is a pity to the citizens of theirs." @HIGH_FIRE

“Those who turn their backs so easily on their kingdom are doomed to face the consequences of their own folly” an aged woman spoke gruffly when the maid read the notice to her. “I pity those foolish enough to harbor such person of Ill repute, for surely any inkling of hard times would squander what kindness they showed to the traitor. Good riddance” Persephone Novellen-Vilac shook her head, tsking before quickly moving onto the next topic of interest.

Ezren commented back to the king unprompted "Tu get to live rent free though!" he let out a chuckle, tallying his winnings from the recent competition. "Do they really expect tu to change your entire family's name over some little squeak of a threat? ". Ezren went off to the manor near the palace, calling as he approached "Princessa! Did tu hear? Tu have to change tu name because some dimwits are squeaking over it like little mice!" @HIGH_FIRE

Within the walls of Adelheids Crossing 2, loud thuds and cries of anguish resonated down the lonely street. Ezren, merely the uncle of the child deceased would emerge with cuts and bruising along his hands, and a torrent of destruction lay in the room he resided in.

Persephone Vilac smiled as she spoke with her son about her own love story. Ezren air fist pumped as his endless efforts paid off

Across the continent in Balian, the grim letter arrived to the Barony’s doorstep. She heard the news from her eldest son, Casimir. Persephone had not known her second son Augusts first wife, she had been missing during the time. Ileana, she had seen only as a blur in her white pupils, and a calm voice to her ears. She had not known the woman well, hardly at all. She merely treasured the little gifts that Ileana brought into this world. With the assistance of a scribe, the woman sent August Vilac a letter. “My child, if ever there was a time to lean on your old pater and mater for help, now is the time. You can hold no illusion that raising so many children alone will be easy. Gwendel and I may be old and senile, but we have all the love in our hearts to give where Ileana’s passing may leave bare.” @TotallyNotSaint

The newly born girls best uncle plotted the heist of the twins away from their hammerhead father

Ezren Kervallen read the notice penned by his father, smiling mischievously "Padre, can I duel tio Casimir for the Vilac sword?" @ECS1999

I’m not sure announcing raids is going to do much to change the mechanics of raids other than allow it to either cause mega rallies which do not necessarily make sense irp or cause people to avoid the situation entirely. Raids don’t have to be about pvp either. I’ll use an unpopular raid as an example here: back at the beginning of the Oren/urguan war there was a late night raid on urguan by a smallish rally of around 12 oren players, myself included. 20% of that raid was pvp, the other 80% was figuring out how to escape whilst being trapped in urguans city by a counter attack of way more players standing outside. It was a lot of strategizing, making sacrifices of our own players, and sheer luck with breaking down 3 iron doors without a lock pick and using the dwarves own escape tunnels to get out unnoticed. It’s one of my fondest memories, and whilst it was unpopular to have raided at such an early hour, I think that it showed that raids really arnt all about pvp but also strategizing and luck. Perhaps pvpers should evolve the tactics they use, and same goes for nations with tactics they can implement to make their cities safer such as escape tunnels. If your looking to please both raiders and defenders, that won’t happen. Someone will always be butthurt for losing a raid. ps. Love secret tunnels ☺️

Ezren sat on a lone stump on the beach, sharpening his scimitar methodically, a look of vexation on his features as he muttered in annoyance about how that damned ruthern wasn’t good enough for his hermana.