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𑁍 ORTHIOS, ETOIMOS, NA ALLAS 𑁍 ☨ 𑁍 STANDING, READY, TO CHANGE 𑁍 I S S U E D B Y Adriana Rosalind Temesch In the Year of 186 B.A IT HAS BEEN SOME DECADES SINCE THE FORMATION OF THE GRAND DUCHY OF LOTHARIA AND ITS PALATIAL COURT, O Cort Tou Oasi. With some time passed it has been noted there is a need for reform in the courts to ensure concise, legible and easy to follow hierarchy and positioning. With this, PALATIODORA ADRIANA ROSALIND TEMESCH has endeavoured to ensure that the Courts shall find themselves once more a vibrant place of culture, arts and celebration that all citizens of Lotharia and further may indulge in. MANY ROLES HAVE BEEN RENAMED FOR THE SAKE OF SIMPLICITY, some have been moved and a few are new with others being retired due to conflicting branches. This missive shall serve as a manner in which to correctly assess and understand what’s where and what a role does. Let the Oasis of culture that the Balio-Lotharians are blossom once more. If you wish to take any of the vacant jobs or those without a limit, please send word to ADRIANA ROSALIND TEMESCH or the Head of Household that applies. _________‿̩͙‿ ༺ ☨ ༻ ‿̩͙‿_________ 𑁍 T H E P A L A T I O D O R A’ S O F F I C E 𑁍 The Administrative offices of the Court THE CONSORT- GRAND DUCHESS RHOSYN OF HOUSE BASILEUS The Spouse of Lotharia’s Liege, the Consort holds the O Cort Tou Oasi as their personal holding. Directly holding the power for every decision and rule of the Courts, they delegate such decisions to The Palatiodora as their primary advisor out of trust and duty. Whether they be personally involved in the running of the Courts or tend to other matters in the Grand Duchy is their own prerogative. THE PALATIODOR/A- LADY ADRIANA ROSALIND TEMESCH Second only to the Consort themself in the running of the Palatial Courts, the Palatiodora is responsible for overseeing all work within the O Cort Tou Oasi and organises all major events and festivals for the Grand Duchy. Considered the utmost advisor to the Consort, the Palatiodora needs an intimate knowledge of Palatial affairs and culture. They delegate the three Households to their Council members, who will then more meticulously handle the matters within their Households. Their only direct employee is the Chronikos, who they use as a personal assistant for all their meetings and any work that they engage with. THE CHRONIKOS- COUNTESS SYBILLE MADELLENA TEMESCH The personal assistant to the Palatiodora, The Chronikos would tend to all meetings that the Palatiodora holds or attends, taking all notes needed for any later work to be taken. It is considered a position that will lead to higher roles, either on the council or perhaps the Palatiodora itself. All their work is directed by the Palatiodora itself and is not limited to simple note taking. _________‿̩͙‿ ༺ ☨ ༻ ‿̩͙‿_________ 𑁍 T H E H O U S E H O L D O F S T A F F I N G 𑁍 Administrators of day to day Palatial life THE PERSONADOR/A- [Vacant] A Palace requires several staff members to ensure that it may run properly, effectively tending to the needs of courtiers, wards and events. All servants of the Courts report directly to the Personador, who shall give them direction for their day to day happenings and for any event. In addition, they are also responsible for planning any events with their Celebradors and overseeing the teaching of any wards or children in the O Cort Tou Oasi. THE DUCAL CHEF- [Vacant] The Ducal Chef is the sole Chef to the Ducal Family, responsible for cooking and preparing all meals for them and their esteemed guests throughout the days. Any feasts, banquets or events requiring food and refreshments shall recruit aid from the Ducal Chef. They shall provide what the Celabrador and Personadors wish for upon request. THE SERVANTS- One of the most simplistic and understandable roles, the Servants of the Household have several options for their path. Handmaidens, Butlers, Cupbearers and so on, they shall all report to the Personador to be attributed to a position, and if so decided the Ducal Family member that they will be serving henceforth. THE CELEBRADORS- The revellers of Lotharia, Celebradors are expected to keep the Courts busy with various events such as tea parties, dinners and painting classes. It is not limited by anything but their own imagination and desires. When time comes for larger events, they shall work with the Palatiodora and Personador in order to pull together a magnificent event for the Grand Duchy. THE TUTORS AND WARDS- A Tutor in the O Cort Tou Oasi may be any member of the courts who wishes to teach their trade and knowledge to any ward or child in the Grand Duchy. It is to them to arrange and host the lessons or if so decided by themselves, have field trips with their students. _________‿̩͙‿ ༺ ☨ ༻ ‿̩͙‿_________ 𑁍 T H E H O U S E H O L D O F C U L T U R E 𑁍 The developers and documenters of Tradition THE MESTRE DE TRADICIO- LORD LEONID VAR RUTHERN Culture is intrinsically one of the most important aspects of a nation’s lifeblood and allows them to identify one another through values, traditions and shared behaviour. The Mestre de Tradicio is wholly responsible for the work that the Palatial Courts do in order to promote and develop the Balio-Lotharian culture. With all manner of cultural arts and documentation under their purview, it is them with the Palatiodora and Ducal family who ensures that the culture is spread. MODISTA- [Vacant] The dress of a culture is what makes them often so easily identifiable to those who are not a part of said culture. In the way we dress, we express ourselves and the identity we define ourselves with, hence it is greatly important to the Palatial Courts to ensure we have a good seamstress and designer to tend to this. The Modista covers this role and ensures the Ducal Family are always best dressed. BIBLIOTECARIA- MISTER LUCIEN ROVARE The best way to convey information is and will always be pen and paper, something the people of Lotharia know all too well. With the book collection well into the hundreds and ever growing, the Courts holds the role of Bibliotecaria so that new books shall always be sought after and the collection will be perfectly documented. DOCUMENTADOR- All cultural developments must be documented for prosperities sake, in the role of Documentador such shall be accomplished. The Documentador will write and record any cultural development they see within the people of Lotharia while similarly working to ensure such to continue to prosper and grow. POETA-BARD- [Vacant] A much loved method of expressing culture and stories is through the performed words, such as poetry and bardship. The Poeta-Bard encompasses the concept of both, creating a role where a Bard will write and perform for the Grand Duke and his people, telling stories that he has witnessed within Lotharia’s land and espousing entertainment. _________‿̩͙‿ ༺ ☨ ༻ ‿̩͙‿_________ 𑁍 T H E H O U S E H O L D O F T H E A R T S 𑁍 The purveyors of magecraft and alchemistry THE MESTRE DE ARTISTICA- MISS JUNIPER IEKAMI The Realms of Descendantkind are ones of great ethereal mystery, both magic and alchemy possessing a science that defies the mundane and requires constant research and development. The Mestre de Artistica is the head of such, including all anti-darkspawn and dark magic counter measures, with the Court Mages and Alchemists directly under them for these purposes. They also aid in the creation and keeping of all Crown Artefacts and jewels. MAGS SANCIONATS- In simple terms, Sanctioned Mages, those whose magical arts are considered acceptable and non-daemonic by the Holy Mother Church. They will use this to aid the Ducal House and Palace as well as teach others their craft and abilities where deemed necessary or beneficial. ALQUIMISTES- Alchemists are a lifeblood to the average person, aiding in medical, martial and homely matters with their scientific abilities. The very best alchemists who are practiced in the further alchemical arts, are recruited to the O Cort Tou Oasi in order to benefit the Ducal family and their beneficiaries. ARCHAIOLOGOS- [Vacant] In the common tongue, the Keeper of the Crown Jewels, the job of the Archaiologos is to craft and safeguard the Crown Jewels of the Ducal family. Working alongside the Ferrer and Mags Sancionats, they can often create marvels for their lieges, works of Art that display both craftsmanship and power. FERRER- MISS CESIA DEL MARAVILLA The Smiths of the world keep our Soldiers and people well equipped, and that is what the Ferrer does for the Ducal family and Court. Crafting pristine weaponry for the Ducal family, they ensure that they are able to protect themselves when necessary. In addition, in times of war, they aid in equipping the Palatial Staff when they are called up. _________‿̩͙‿ ༺ ☨ ༻ ‿̩͙‿_________ En Oristiko… WITH THIS REFORMATION, it is the hope of the Court’s Leadership that we shall revive the vibrancy of the Lotharian Culture and Palatial society. If you hold any interest in these positions or even an unfounded one, please come visit us. Signed, HSH, Rhosyn Basileus, Grand Duchess of Lotharia and Head of O Cort Tou Oasi Lady Adriana Rosalind Temesch, Palatidora of O Cort Tou Oasi

A Li-Ren Dark Elven woman well over two hundred by this point would read the missive, a rare and bright smile coming to her lips. After so long after Yong Ping fell, she saw a glimpse of hope and light for her people from this. Perhaps one day she would visit these Li-Ren, but for now she would just be prideful of her distant kin from afar.

For days on end Adriana just sat alone, contemplating everything that had happened in the last years, how poorly her life had been going, with the constant theme of loss and devastation. Now was simply a Mother's worst nightmare, their child dying before them. Her firstborn son, whom she had raised, watch grow and become a man she was deeply proud of, Hadrian, he was gone now. No goodbyes, no closure, just gone. The nature of it all was just tormenting her endlessly, destroying any manner of thought she could muster. After those days left in isolation and filled with torturous thoughts, she finally emerged, depleted of energy. She took one of the toys she had given him as a kid and hugged it tightly, quietly sobbing as she made her way through their new house, She placed it down and gathered all keepsakes she had of him, effectively making him a small shrine and memorial where she couldn't have a grave. There she spent some hours mourning the worst nightmare she had never expected. Once it all felt as done as it could be, she sent word to her daughter and daughter in law before penning a missive on what would happen going ahead. Despite the horror the family had just felt, the house must move forward as one and she wouldn't leave her family without protection nor direction.

“After all that to destroy the Novellen line and Balianese culture to proudly claim to be of Novellen blood and imitate Balianese culture… cowards” Adriana spoke, rolling her eyes as she read the missive. She still kept the missive, wishing to add it to her never ending collection of documents and books.

As an ex blood mage player of two years… this would be a really good change. Well written lore and makes taking the second slot have more significance and point to it. I love the new spells as they don’t add anything overpowered but sensible for it. Amazing work!

An Announcement of Abdication Since the foundation of the Grand Duchy of Lotharia, I have led the County of San Adriano as Matriarch of Temesch et Martiel, with a great deal of honour to hold such a monumental position for my family. It has been something I have held much close and dear to my heart, a period of my life that has formed me into the woman I have become. However, now I find myself wishing to abdicate the role to my eldest son Hadrian August Temesch, installing in him the power, titles and positions that come with such. I have the utmost trust that he shall perform his duties with great strength and integrity until the time comes that he passes the titles on. Signed, Adriana Rosalind Temesch, Palatidora of O Cort Tou Oasi and Countess of San Adriano

═╬═══▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰═╬═══⚜═══╬═▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰═══╬═ ═╬═︵‿︵‿︵═╬═‿︵‿︵‿︵═╬═︵ ⚖︎ ︵═╬═︵‿︵‿︵‿═╬═︵‿︵‿︵═╬═ ═╬═══▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰═╬═══⚜═══╬═▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰═══╬═ You find yourself in a city. At first, it seems unfamiliar — colourful buildings with no meaning nor relation to you. A home that felt your own, yet not quite so. A bastion. A tavern. A church. A palace. ♕═════⊹⊱✦⊰⊹═════♕═════⊹⊱✦⊰⊹═════♕ ♕═════⊹⊱✦⊰⊹═════♕═════⊹⊱✦⊰⊹═════♕ As you step through the city, some familiar faces appear, though they seem significantly younger. Princess Alysanna with her blond hair, Countess Adriana with her bright white eyes, Duchess Esfir with her age defying beauty, Lord Aurellius with his gravelled looks. Eventually you gazed upon the teenage faces of two very familiar people, Your mother and father. They were at the centre of a group of children all calling them the King and Queen of Beelian. Most of the chatter seemed to turn to nothing, the odd word getting through some audial block. Nothing else came through asides those words, they didn't make much sense alone. Everything soon changed. Almost instantly the world around you went up in a great set of flames that stood higher than your eyes could see. The sight was terrifying and as you turned to see that group of people from before, those you knew. They were gone. Nobody was anywhere, you were alone in a city that felt like a home you never had as it burnt away, ridding you of the chance to call it your home. Anything you did to help was useless, finding your body incorporeal and incapable of interacting with the world around you. A mere spirit damned to watch this place burn. Within minutes it was all rubble and ashes. Smouldering wood and dust. Portoregne was left as a wasteland, a desolate reminder of something once cherished by others. As the streets now seemed populated with bodies burnt so much they were unrecognisable, you felt yourself feeling useless. Your hands, your actions, your thoughts, in the few moments you had there, you had no ability to help. Alas the city around you was a fractured imitation of what once you would have inherited. However in the distance something stirred. Amongst ashen clouds of dirt, dust and smoke two white orbs appeared, piercing your gaze as they seemed to draw nearer and closer to you. Whether you ran or stayed put didn’t matter for the dimly glowing orbs made their way closer. Eventually from the smog came a figure, a resplendent man wearing fine golden robes with a purple cloak around him. Atop his head was an ornate crown of the purest aurum. comfortably sat upon his reddish brown locks. Despite his uncharacteristic white eyes, you know this man. He was the one who founded your line. The man who stood atop the red mount and planted his sword. “Boy.” A gravelled Balianese accent belonging to an older man would speak as he finally opened his maw. His arms outstretched to his side to point out the destroyed city around him, in all its ruined glory. “This land around is not Balian.” It seemed his voice echoed around you, booming and deafening anything that wasn’t him. “This is merely a vessel for the Balianese spirit. A canvas for the culture. A stage for its community to play.” Each word he spoke was defiant, powerful and unrelenting. “Balian only dies when their spirit of perseverance dies.” The figure's legs stepped closer and closer, the ground near its boots shifting to a luscious green colour of grass, earth renewed under it. Within a foot of you it stopped moving, an imposingly tall figure looking down upon your person. “Soon the weight of the continued perseverance will be upon your shoulders. It will be you who is responsible for protecting the Balianese people.” His hands drifted up to his cranium and began lifting the aurum crown that he wore. “You will lead our people to safety. You will bring them into a new age of Balianese strength. You will be the Father of Monarchs; just like I was.” The crown found itself travelling over to your head. It felt heavy, a new weight above you, however to wear it created a deep sense of pride in your soul. “Iohannis the first.” With those final words everything seemed to fade. The ruins of Portoregne and the figure of John ‘The Founder’ would become nothingness, a dim blackness taking over your mind's eye. It seemed the only thing that lingered were those glowing white eyes. But soon those were gone. You were awake again. ═╬═︵‿︵‿︵═╬═‿︵‿︵‿︵═╬═︵ ⚖︎ ︵═╬═︵‿︵‿︵‿═╬═︵‿︵‿︵═╬═

MC Name: HIGH_TRANS Discord: high_fire Image: Description of Image: Victor Rorin being all cool etc but hes also camping Dimensions: 2 wide 2 high

MC Name: HIGH_TRANS Discord: high_fire Image: Description of Image: Victor Rorin being all cool etc Dimensions: 1 wide 1 high

Adriana sat in her study with the missive in her hand. She read over it a great many times, fully aware that the sword was to be given up. However, the way this was worded, the other things it gave up, she contemplated whether peace was worth such degradation. Nonetheless the deed was done and her family and friends were safe for now.

ANNOUNCEMENT OF AN HEIR. FAMILY THROUGH FIRE. ISSUED BY THE ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ 𓄿 ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ O’ GUD, VOR HJELP I GYNE ERE, SINCE THE ABDICATION OF MARGRAVE DAVYD COLBORN SOME YEARS AGO, LADY ACELIA AND CALIOPE COLBORN HAVE LED THE HOUSE WITHOUT AN HEIR OF THEIR OWN. However in the last few years such has been decided too flimsy and uncertain for a future marred with the daemons and beasts we now face on a daily basis. With such in mind, both have endeavoured to find a candidate worthy of being tested for their abilities as a leader and protector of the Scyfling people. After those years of consideration, it was decided that Varrik Colborn was the person deemed worthy of receiving the testing to become heir to the Clan. As the future protector of the title of Prince of Slesvik, he undertook three trials pertaining to the title in order to prove his worth as the future Patriarch of Colborn and Protector of Scyflings. After one dictated by each mother and one chosen by himself, he had proven himself worthy, passing each of the trials to become the heir. It is now proclaimed that Varrik Davyd Colborn shall inherit the Clan of Colborn and its associated titles upon either the passing of his Mothers or their abdication. ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ 𓄿 ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ SKRALI VOR GUD, THE MOST HONORABLE, Acelia Irena Colborn Lady of Kazan, Matriarch of Colborn, Protector and Chieftain of the Scyflings THE MOST HONORABLE, Caliope Mariya Colborn Lady of Kazan, Matriarch of Colborn, Protector and Chieftain of the Scyflings

Caliope didn't know Alaric anywhere near as well as her wife, Varrik nor Severin, however she knew how important he had been to all three and how important he had been in her life. He was the first to know that she was courting Acelia and the first Acelia had introduced to her. He was the one to officiate their wedding and the one who renewed their vows as a surprise from Acelia. Without Alaric's existence her life would be far from what it was, where else would they have found a priest willing to marry two women? With a hefty breath the Balianese woman stood up, took herself to her sons to speak with them about what had happened and comfort them for as long as they would need. Once that was done she would cook some of her wife's famous hot cocoa and look for the tallest roof in the keep, grabbing some plushies and heading for it. There she would find her wife, giving her the plushies and Hot Cocoa, silently comforting her until she wanted to speak, alas today was not the day she would be able to grieve the great impact her Morfadir in law had on her life.

When will you take a break longer than a couple of days?

ANNOUNCEMENT OF A LEVY MARSHALL. FAMILY THROUGH FIRE. ISSUED BY THE ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ 𓄿 ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ O’ GUD, VOR HJELP I GYNE ERE, IT HAS BEEN SOME TIME, SINCE TEODORA STEPPED DOWN FROM HER DUTIES AS THE LEVY MARSHAL OF THE CARRENGAURD. In the interlude since then, much thought and deliberation was undertaken by the Scyfling council and Matriarchs of Colborn on who would replace her as the new commander of the Carrenguard. Thus, with due counsel and dwelling having been undertaken, The Matriarchs of Colborn hereby declare that, Ser Caspian Colborn III shall henceforth assume the mantle of Levy marshal of the Carrengaurd. His past actions of unwavering dedication, proven merit, and combat prowess in turn of the recommendation of Teodora herself for him to be placed within this position mark him one of the most worthy for this position. We wish him great luck and due strength in completing his duties to the house and the Scyfling Culture in this new role. ✧⥼─────────────────────⥽ 𓄿 ⥼─────────────────────⥽✧ SKRALI VOR GUD, THE MOST HONORABLE, Acelia Irena Colborn Lady of Kazan, Matriarch of Colborn, Protector and Chieftain of the Scyflings THE MOST HONORABLE, Caliope Mariya Colborn Matriarch of Colborn, Protector and Chieftain of the Scyflings

The moment Ophelia has the post go out, she began preparations. Not for her dress, that was her niece’s purview. Not for the event, her niece and mother had such under control. No Ophelia was far from the typical Bride, she didn’t care for such things. She pulled out a chunk of metal and heated up her forge. If there was one thing that would be shown off at her wedding, it would be her craftswomanship- and perhaps her love for her future husband.

Adriana sat reading her teacher's missive for some hours, making notes and studying his theories and experience. It took her a little time to fully comprehend, but finally she had some level of understanding of what was occurring- or well as much as one could. She sent Victor a letter thanking him for the sense he made in his missive swiftly after, waiting to visit him soon enough.

“If you take an adult with you, you can” Adriana responded to her son in a tiresome tone

T H E T I P S Y T E O D O S I O T H E T A V E R N O F L O T H A R I A ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ 10th of Owyn’s Flame 163 B.A. ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ TO THE DENIZENS OF LOTHARIA, The Tavern of Lotharia has now found its manager in Lady Adriana Rosalind Temesch, who shall be responsible for ensuring that it is consistently stocked with drinks for people to enjoy. These drinks can be found at the tavern, all for the low price of two mina. The door to the bar has been open to the public, so that any may man the bar themselves and sell the drinks provided in the tavern which runs on a vending system. The name of the tavern has been selected from the history of the people that inhabit it. Cardinal Teodosio Tyria was the first Cardinal for the people of Balian and worked tirelessly to promote the faith and trust amongst the people of the Kingdom. He furthermore translated and studied many of the Lothar Tablets alongside his friend Father Ledicort Vuiller. It is known he frequented the tavern in Balian and it was known he had always wished for a tavern to be named after him. Many decades later, we shall fulfil this wish. There shall be an opening event in three saint’s days for all to attend with free drinks and a drinking competition. AD GLORIAM DEI, The Most Honourable, Adriana Rosalind Temesch, Countess of San Adriano.

Adriana cried a lot, more than most people did, but she had lost a lot, especially in her own family. Reading Cosima's letter tore her apart... but at least she knew something. "I will continue our family's book collection and build it even more, in your name Great Aunt Cosima..."

MC Name: HIGH_TRANS Discord: high_fire Image: Description of Image: Caliope Colborn in her role as Artillery Captain Dimensions: 2 High, 2 Wide

Caliope sat in the Colborn keep with a soft smile gracing her visage as she read the missive. Nobody truly knew how much the woman admired her mother, perhaps not even Caliope herself. However it brought her great pride to read that her mother would be allowed some level of retirement amongst all the stressors of the ongoing war. Of course as she had many times, she would send her mother a letter as well as her Ducal brother.

In between putting what was written into practice as per his day to day, looking after the author of the piece and general labour, it took Jiri a few weeks to finish the article. Every evening with about an hour to himself he would sit and marvel at the work that had been put into the writings.Truly did he admire Primrose for her mind and how she worked.

Atriana Rorin, a studied historian would note that the ten thousand was split between both Balian and Hyspia due to the ceaseless aggression of the Haelun’orian vassal of Caelia and that several attempts had been made over decades to bring about a peaceful resolution that gave nobody a disadvantage. It seemed to her that the Sohaer used vagueness to spread a false narrative.

For several hours Caliope nee d'Arkent paced the halls of Malkoyva, cursing herself out for not returning home to try defend the place she grew up in. She knew rationally it would ruin her wife, children and the family that welcomed her so warmly, but deep down she knew she couldn't have done anything to change what had happened. Days later, accompanied by two members of the Carrenguard she walked through the ruins of the home she grew up in, the home she helped design and the home where she learnt much of what she knew now. She looked at the tower she had lived in until she moved in with her wife, the pink scattered over the stone that made the tower. She walked through the gardens, displaced water, dead frogs and ruined flowers. A tired gaze looked around everything, the rubble of a home she loved and knew as her own. Upon her arrival back to Malkoyva she sent word to her mother. No d'Arkent would be harmed and they would find themselves a home to stay in, Malkoyva would open its doors and ensure that Caliope's birth family would be protected so long as they lived with her.