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King John II summoned their children, and the Queen of Balian leaned her head gently against his shoulder, finding solace from the steady warmth of his presence. Yet, she knew yet that his firm stature weighed heavily by the sorrow of loss. He began to tell a story, with one she knew all too well: the tale of August Benedict Temesch, a dear friend and the first Amiratus of his reign. As she listened, a tear traced a silent path down Kathryn’s cheek, glistening in the soft light as John’s voice wove tender memories for their children. Her lips curved in a faint smile, though the tear carried the bittersweet ache of remembrance. Such a good man, she thought, gone from this world but welcomed into the home of GOD. She reached for John’s hand, their fingers intertwining in a silent assurance that he was not alone in his grief. His stories inspired, recounting the steadfast spirit of August Benedict, who faced challenges with unyielding perseverance, leaving a legacy that would forever echo in the hearts of the people of Balian.

✧⥼─────༻❁༺─────⥽✧ In memory of Alberic Salvian du Lac, Keeper of Xan 1899 - 1975 ✧⥼─────༻❁༺─────⥽✧ Lyrics by Her Majesty, Queen-Emeritus Renilde Helena of the Petra, Atstana de Regne Petrère 121 Music and Performance by Her Ladyship, Emeline Josefina of the Petra 15th of Sigismund’s End 144 B.A.

The Birth of a Cub | 13th of Peter’s Glory, 143 B.A. Do not Provoke the Lion Upon this day, the House de Lyons announces their newest addition to the family. Born unto Colette and Sigismund, the healthy baby boy has been named Gauvain Joseph, after Sir Robyn Joseph de Lyons. May the child grow in wisdom, virtue, and honor, guided by the values that define our house and the steadfast loyalty of those who dwell within our realm. Signed, Her Excellency, COLETTE JACQUELINE DE LYONS, Procurator of Balian, Viscountess of Enderoca, Matriarch of House de Lyons Lord SIGISMUND DE LYONS

“Strength and Triumph” T H E A N N O U N C E M E N T O F A R O Y A L B I R T H ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ ISSUED BY King John II and Queen-consort Kathryn of Rhen 15th of Horen’s Calling 142 B.A. ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ By the grace of GOD almighty, it is with heartfelt joy that the King and Queen of Balian announce the birth of their daughter. The young child’s birth had occurred on the 11th of Sigismund’s End, 140 BA, but was delayed in announcement due to initial poor health. Prayer has brought strength to the young girl who has been named Amadea Casimira Tara Novellen, meaning “God’s love”, and named after Saint Tara of Paradisus. She has been triumphant against her struggles of health and is ready to meet society. Arrangements shall be made for the newborn Princess’s baptism, welcoming her into the blessed light of GOD and his Church. Signed, HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, JOHN II, By the Grace of God, King of Balian, Prince of Providence, Duke of Helena, Sunholdt and Lorraine, Count of Pompourelia and Kositz, Viscount of Eflen and Anatis, Baron of Renzfeld, Brucca, Valens, Malenos, Montcoure and Ciavola, Lord of Portoregne, Atrus and Monterosa, Warden of La Costa Rubinissima, Protector of the Heartlanders and the South, etcetera. HER ROYAL MAJESTY, KATHRYN ATALIA NOVELLEN, By the Grace of God, Queen-Consort of Balian, Princess-Consort of Providence, Duchess-Consort of Helena and Lorraine, Countess-Consort of Pompourelia, Viscountess-Consort of Eflen and Anatis, Baroness-Consort of Renzfeld, Brucca, Valens, Malenos and Ciavola, Lady of Portoregne, Atrus and Monterosa, Warden of La Costa Rubinissima, Protector of the Heartlanders and the South, etcetera

“Blessings Twinned” T H E A N N O U N C E M E N T O F R O Y A L B I R T H S ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ ISSUED BY Prince John Casimir Novellen and Princess Kathryn Atalia Novellen 17th of Owyn’s Flame 138 B.A. ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ By the grace of GOD almighty, it is with heartfelt joy that the Prince and Princess of Monterosa announce the birth of twin boys. The first child has been named Elias Constantine Novellen, meaning “The Lord is my GOD” and the second Cassiel Ivan Novellen after Cardinal Ivan of Lotharia. Arrangements shall be made for the newborn Princes’s baptism, welcoming them into the blessed light of GOD and his Church. Signed, His Royal Highness, JOHN CASIMIR BAUDOIN NOVELLEN, Prince of Monterosa, Duke of Atrus Her Royal Highness, KATHRYN ATALIA NOVELLEN, Princess-Consort of Monterosa, Duchess of Atrus

The Birth of Twins | 16th of Horen’s Calling, 138 B.A. Do not Provoke the Lion Let it be known that not one, but two, cubs have been born to Colette and Sigismund of House de Lyons. These cherished children bring renewed strength and joy to our lineage. The first, a healthy baby boy named Theodore Arthur, kind and good-spirited much like their forefather, the martyred Arthur Hughes de Lyons. The second, a beautiful and healthy girl, has been named Ophelia Elaine, after the strong-hearted Elaine Elizaveta de Lyons. May their lives be guided by wisdom, courage, and honor, and may they flourish under the protection of our ancestral legacy. Signed, Her Excellency, COLETTE JACQUELINE DE LYONS, Procurator of Balian, Lady-Regent of Enderoca, Acting Matriarch of House de Lyons Lord SIGISMUND DE LYONS

The new mother cradled her bundle of joy within her arms, complete adoration consuming whole any weight or pain the trials of birth brought her. With her husband by her side, Kathryn Atalia sighed with delight as she rest against him like the sturdy oak. "GOD has blessed us, my love. We shall pray and rejoice for He is good." The Princess's eyes sparkled, sweet cornflower blues meeting that of John's with tenderness. The boy, Lothar, slept peacefully within the protection of their united embrace.

Candles flicker softly along the pristine walls, their golden light casting an illumination that seems to dance throughout the sacred Cathedral. Rows of wooden pews were lined up, methodically facing the great altar behind it water poured down into the pools at either side. Footsteps echo as they enter, a single figure striding slowly through the aisle. The flicker of candlelight cast a soft glow upon her serene visage, her frame held with poise and humility. Reverent cornflower hues fixed upon the Lorraine, reflecting a warmth in her eyes. The woman, adorned in a crimson veil and bundles of white lilac, reveled in the quiet stillness of the holy space. A tender smile graced her face as she paused, her hand cradling her belly, feeling the gentle stirrings of life within. Kneeling before the altar, Kathryn Atalia traced the Lorraine over her geometry before humbly bowing her head. Her voice, though barely audible, carried each word of her hushed petition. “Almighty GOD,” she began, “You who blessed Horen and Julia and guided them in Your ways. My heart and soul is filled with gratitude for you have blessed us with honor and opportunity. You have called upon my husband to serve and protect his people. You have led him from the darkness, and he has sought the light. He has followed it virtuously and driven the evils into banishment. Unto You, I lift him up into Your hands.” “Bless John with discernment, strength, and a kind heart that will follow Your will. Help me to continue to be his steadfast support. Grant us the wisdom to make decisions that honor You, compassion to care for those in need, and humility to lead with grace and integrity.” Blue eyes lift to the Lorraine, the golden light reflecting off its ornate face. Her fingers were laced together, intertwined in their firm hold. Kathryn did not waver as she professed, “Let our words and actions inspire unity, peace, and hope among the people we serve. Together, may we lead this kingdom in a way that reflects Your justice and mercy.” “I pray for the people of this land. May we be a beacon of Your love, a source of comfort in their trials, and a servant to their needs. Guide us so that we will listen, to act with fairness, and to be a faithful steward of the trust they have placed in us.” With a deep breath, Princess Kathryn lifted her gaze to the altar, her eyes glistening with resound faith. Her voice was strong in affirmation, ringing like bells would within a steeple. “May Your Will be done. Amen.”

The Birth of the Heir | 16th of Owyn’s Flame, 136 B.A. Do not Provoke the Lion On this blessed day, a cub has been born to Colette and Sigismund of House de Lyons. The healthy baby boy has been named Robert Alexios, for he bears the indomitable spirit of the lion. This precious child, strong and fierce of heart, shall be a beacon of hope and promise for the House, as he is destined to lead. May our newest member of the Pride grow in strength, wisdom, and valor, upholding the honor of Balian and continuing the legacy of our lion-hearted ancestors. Signed, Her Excellency, COLETTE JACQUELINE DE LYONS, Procurator of Balian, Lady-Regent of Enderoca, Acting Matriarch of House de Lyons Lord SIGISMUND DE LYON

“Love Through Giving” T A X A T I O N D O N A T I O N ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ ISSUED BY Prince John Casimir Novellen and Princess Kathryn Atalia Novellen 12th of Owyn’s Flame 136 B.A. By the Grace of the Almighty, it is with great pleasure that Prince John Casimir Novellen, and Princess Kathryn Atalia Novellen, announce that in celebration of their union, their love for one another, and their love for their kingdom, a sum of 1,800 mina has been donated to the Royal Treasury. This contribution, granted in full sincerity, serves to cover the taxation burdens of all citizens for the duration of one full year. Thus, all taxes from the year 135 BA have been paid. It is the commitment of the newlyweds to not only support one another, but also provide for the Kingdom and strengthen the bonds of partnership within it. ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ Signed, His Royal Highness, JOHN CASIMIR BAUDOIN NOVELLEN, Prince of Monterosa, Duke of Atrus Her Royal Highness, KATHRYN ATALIA NOVELLEN, Camareiro of the Courta Cometa, Scribe of Cardinal Ivan Lotharia, Chancellor to the Royal-Legate

“The Unyielding Spirit” T H E R O Y A L C E L E B R A T I O N ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ ISSUED BY Prince John Casimir Novellen and Princess Kathryn Atalia Novellen 12th of Peter’s Glory 135 B.A. By the Grace of the Almighty, let it be known that despite the recent act of aggression, Prince John Casimir Baudoin Novellen and Lady Kathryn Atalia Virosi have joined in holy matrimony immediately following the attack. They have risen above the evils that stained their wedding day and have recovered from the illness that plagued them with hearts full of adoration and devotion for each other. With their health restored, the reception shall proceed as planned. We invite all to celebrate the union of Prince John and Princess Kathryn. The ball shall be hosted within the Palatio Arancione in two months time. This banquet shall be held to reaffirm their steadfast resolve to each other, family and friends, and their Kingdom. May it remind our kingdom and realms beyond that goodwill and unity - no matter how far - binds us all. In respect to the gravity of recent events, additional measures will ensure the security and health of all attendants. Guards shall be placed at the city gates and palace gates. Guards will be on active patrol throughout the palace and city. No one may enter unless invited. An invitee’s entourage must arrive with them, or have the invitee’s written or verbal permission if arriving later. ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ The evening shall begin with a ceremonial waltz by the newlywed couple and to initiate the evening’s festivities. Guests are welcome to dance as well. A speech and announcement shall be made by the couple. Afterwards, guests will be encouraged to make acquaintances with someone they have never met before. Food and Drink will be distributed. A traditional Balianite circle dance shall commence, in which the winner of the game shall receive 100 minas. Wedding cake shall be distributed, of which at this time guests may give gifts to the couple, if they wish. FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: His Holiness, Ro’eh Tzon, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon His Eminence, Cardinal Ivan Lotharia, Cardinal-Regent of Balian and the Citizenry of Balian His Royal Majesty, Marius III, King of Hanseti-Ruska and His Royal pedigree Her Royal Majesty, Adalia I, Queen of the Petra and Her Royal pedigree Her Royal Highness, Frederica I, Princess in Reinmar and of Sutica and Her Royal pedigree His Royal Highness, Leon II, Prince in Reinmar and of Minitz and His Royal Pedigree Her Royal Majesty, Xiomara I, Sovereign of Hyspia and Her Royal pedigree His Royal Highness, Earoslav I, Sovereign of Ravenmire, and His Royal Pedigree Her Royal Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of Númendil and Her Royal Pedigree His Lordship, Vangelis Mareno, Regent of Grense and his esteemed pedigree Her Royal Highness, Ariadne Casimira, Viscountess of Tuvia, and her noble pedigree His Grace, Marcel Vuiller, Duke of Aquiliae and Royal-Legate, and his noble pedigree Her Grace, Viktoria vas Ruthern, Duchess of Reutov, and her noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Achillius d'Arkent, Count of Salia, and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, August Benedict Temesch, Count of San Adriano, and his noble pedigree The Most Honorable, Colette de Lyons, Regent of Enderoca, and her noble pedigree The Honourable, Paloma Galbraith, Baroness of Cascanova, and her noble pedigree His Excellency, Viktor Gotwa, Constable of the Kingdom of Balian PERSONAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: His Royal Highness, Alexios Novellen, Count of Caluzzo Her Royal Highness, Helena Casimira, Countess of Senna His Royal Highness, Hadrian Novellen Her Royal Highness, Lominzil, Princess of Numendil Lady Yelena Virosi Her Royal Highness, Milena Anastasya, and her noble pedigree The Most Honorable, Osgod Colborn, Margrave of Kazan, and his noble pedigree His Lordship, Sigmar var Ruthern Her Ladyship, Mahaut von Leuven Her Excellency, Emma Kortrevich, Countess of Jerovitz and her noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Amaya Kortrevich Her Ladyship, Lujza Korvacz His Lordship, Stefan Ludovar His Highness, Thorin Rhostova, Prince of Ravenmire Isabel Donadado His Lordship, Constantine Haverlock, Duke of Blackworth, and his esteemed pedigree His Eminence, Villorik His Lordship, Samuel de Lyons His Highness, Edward Caius, Prince of Aaun, and his royal pedigree Her Ladyship, Lorelei Mairi Alstion, Countess of Enswerp, and her noble pedigree His Lordship, Joseph Frederick von Preussens Fiorenza and Vincent Varoche Lhoris Brother Vincenzo Gisli Sifsøn Arianwen Ser Viktor Rorin Signed, His Royal Highness, JOHN CASIMIR BAUDOIN NOVELLEN, Prince of Monterosa, Duke of Atrus Her Royal Highness, KATHRYN ATALIA NOVELLEN, Camareiro of the Courta Cometa, Scribe of Cardinal Ivan Lotharia, Chancellor to the Royal-Legate,

The Gift of Home Housing as a Faithful Mission 11th of Peter’s Glory 135 B.A ✧⥼──༻❁༺──⥽✧ The Archdiocese of Lotharia would like to thank all those donated to the charity to support people in need. A thorough record of all donations and transactions is kept to ensure the fair and rightful use of donations towards their intended purpose. All donations and payments are handled by the Archdiocese of Lotharia. This charity, founded by Cardinal Ivan, Kathryn Atalia Novellen, and John Casimir Novellen, is dedicated to aiding those who are unable to pay their taxes due to extenuating circumstances. Assistance may be supplied for up to 5 years. The following are the assistances made: One person from Balian, for 4 years: 480 One person from Balian, for 5 years: 300 One person from Balian, for 2 years: 200 Assistance is available to every nation on Aevos. Please do not be afraid to reach out if you require assistance or you wish to donate. Signed, His Eminence, CARDINAL IVAN LOTHARIA His Royal Highness, JOHN CASIMIR BAUDOIN NOVELLEN, Prince of Monterosa, Duke of Atrus Her Royal Highness, KATHRYN ATALIA NOVELLEN, Camareiro of the Courta Cometa, Scribe of Cardinal Ivan Lotharia, Chancellor to the Royal-Legate,

The Enderoca Regency and Succession | 16th of Lothar’s Gift, 134 BA Do not Provoke the Lion It is with great sadness that the Viscounty of Enderoca reports that it has been eight long years since the Patriarch, Samuel Alexandros de Lyons, has been seen. His location remains unknown and despite earnest efforts to seek his whereabouts, his continued absence has called for action to ensure the Viscounty is governed. After a transparent and democratic process in which all members of the de Lyons family participated and approved, Lady Colette Jacqueline de Lyons, sister to Samuel, was elected as Regent of the Viscounty. She shall act in this capacity for a period of three years, dutifully managing all affairs of state and safeguarding the welfare of our people. This Regency will remain effective during the aforementioned term, awaiting the possible return of the Patriarch. Should Lord Samuel not return by the end of this three-year term, Lady Colette will be formally named as Matriarch of the Viscounty, assuming all rights, duties, and responsibilities vested in the title. This decision has been made to ensure continued leadership, prosperity, and stability within our lands. If Lord Samuel chooses to return someday, he will be welcomed with open arms for he is a beloved son and brother. Signed, Her Excellency, COLETTE JACQUELINE DE LYONS, Procurator of Balian, Lady-Regent of Enderoca, Acting Matriarch of House de Lyons Ser ROBERT JOSEPH DE LYONS, Erudit of the Order of the Silver Comet, Kritai of Balian Sir TRISTAN DE LYONS, Knight of the Order of St. Michael Sir PERCY DE LYONS ‘al Lionhearted’ Lady EVAINE MARIE DE LYONS

Outside her window, the dark night inked the sky, stars of white like specs that shone brightly. Branches rustled as a cool breeze danced through palm leaves, carrying fragrant hints of wild thyme and olive groves native to the realm of Portoregne. Gentle waves lap against the shore, their crashing a monotonous tone in its ceaseless tumble. Kathryn Virosi sat at her desk, leans forwarding to rest her cheek on one hand. Bathed in the glow of a candle, her features were soft by the gentle golden illumination. The scribe of Lotharia pored over the book before her, a newly penned thesis, whose parchment still bore the subtle scent of ink. Pools of cornflower blue scanned the writing, drinking in the words penned into the paper. They were tired eyes but focused; She was entirely captured by what she was reading. A soft smile slowly spreads across Kathryn's face as she leaned back in her chair, a warmth blossoming upon her fair expression. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the woman couldn't help but feel her heart swell with joy. "What an absolutely well-written thesis. I shall have to tell the Prince of my enjoyment of his writing." Rising from the table, the book was tucked under her arm where it was carried and placed into its new home in the Archdiocese library. Snuffing out the candle, a darkness fell upon the room as the only light streamed through the open windows. Now lit by the pure luminescence of the moon, the frame of the Lady was highlighted by its white hue as she traversed the halls to return to her own room. Yet, even after finishing her reading, the smile still played at the corners of Kathryn Virosi's lips - gentle, content, and entirely genuine.

The courtiers docked upon the pier of Portoregne, just as they had almost 15 years prior. It had not changed in those years with its wooden planks weathered by the sun and salty breeze. At the end stood the daughter of Arif, Kathryn Virosi of Veloz, poised and attentive to those who set their soles upon the shores. The woman moved with an effortless elegance, each step quiet as she met the men with a kind warmth set upon her gentle visage. Dressed in a simple, flowing gown that swayed lightly with her movements, Kathryn fondly greeted the servants she had not seen since her youth. Together they carried a package wrapped in many layers of down and cloth to cushion it. It was evidently important and quite a burden to transport. Heavy as it were, it was brought to her home near the port and unwrapped before her very eyes. Kathryn stood in awe, her fingers lightly tracing the cold surface of the marble tablet laid upon the table. The sacred inscriptions carved into its face brushed against the pads of her fingers; The Old Bathalite Runes not all-too-foreign to her. Some of the words she could decipher, but most others not. "What is it?" Inquired the brunette as she looked to the couriers breathlessly. The court messenger held out an envelope, sealed with the wax crest of her home. The sun had fallen behind the horizon, the last rays of day streaming through her window. Kathryn was alone now, the courtiers resting after their long passage. Only the faint wobble of parchment could be heard as her fingers trembled slightly. It had been hours and Kathryn could not help but scan the paper over and over. The translation struck Kathryn; There was something about the intricate familial life of Saint Lothar that caused her to be... enamored. When finally the tale had been committed to memory, Kathryn picked up the letter from her father. That too had been read on repeat. As she read her father’s words, memories of him filled her mind, and a small, bittersweet smile formed on her lips. How she missed him and home; It had been so long... and yet, she knew her purpose was here. This was her path, carved by those before her and herself. The waters of her life, passed on by her father and his and his as far to Cecil flowed through Kathryn. She was born for this. Preparing and inkwell and parchment, the eldest Virosi daughter began to write, "My beloved Baba, I wanted to take a moment to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the beautiful gift. It means more to me than I can express. Your thoughtfulness and care in choosing something so special shows how well you know me. I understand why you have sent this to me and I shall strive to uphold the lessons it contains in my own life. Its teachings shall be preserved and shared as Lothar intended them to be. I am so grateful for the way you’ve guided and encouraged me. I hope I will make you proud. Yelena and I miss you terribly. With all the love and admiration, Your daughter, Kathryn Virosi

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Saltwater of the Portoregne pier tickled her nostrils and ocean waves rhythmically crashed below. Pools of cornflower blue studied the words penned. Kathryn Virosi's brow furrowed, and she let out a quiet sigh, the weight of the words sinking in. "I must pray once more for him, then. What a shame that the first one didn't go through to him."

The sun cast a golden glow over the fields as morning crept over the horizon. Sweat glistened on her brow, evidence of the intensity and discipline she put into her practice. Every swing of her blade against the scarecrow cut against its straw chest, leaving a gash through the fabric that held it together. Each strike, each step, was precise, her body moving with grace. A blend of strength and resilience forged through countless sessions in the past few years guided Kathryn's swordsmanship to a refined skill. With eyes focused and unwavering, her lips would utter prayers of virtue and spirit. Once a girl who never wielded a blade, now a soldier centered in discipline. Rustling of wheat could be heard as an acolyte called upon the Cardinal's scribe, holding up a missive for her to read. Using the sleeve of her uniform, Kathryn Virosi sheathed her weapon and met the student half-way through the field. Cornflower blue eyes absorbed the words with a sharp intuition, sucking in a breath as it was folded and tucked within her satchel pocket. "I was right." Mused the brunette as she returned to the half-beaten scarecrow. Kneeling upon her knee, her head adorned by the braids and flowering blooms of purple aster and white lilacs bowed low as Kathryn laid her palms together. Shutting her eyes, a deep, concentrated breath was drawn into her lungs. "GOD, You who is good in all things, may you guide those who fall from the path of virtue due to their selfishness and greed. In this world filled with temptations and desires, many are caught in the trap of wanting more, forgetting what truly matters. I pray You soften their hearts and open their eyes to the beauty of generosity and selflessness. Help them find contentment in what they have and remind them that the greatest riches are not of gold but of love, faith, and charity, as you commanded unto the Exalted Horen. It is You, GOD, who has given us the greatest riches, You who has given us the life of flora and fauna, and the life of our own. Guide them to use their blessings for good and to find joy in giving, so that they may experience the peace that only You can bring." Radiant blue hues humbly lift to the sunlight that shimmered in the glorious rays of morning, as if greeting her kindly. "Let them know that Your Word teaches humility and love, not greed or selfish gain. May they seek truth in You and follow the path of righteousness without using your name for their self-serving actions. Show them, as you promised us in Virtue," "Live not for you own gain but for Your glory."

Kathryn Virosi began to craft the delicate paper lanterns and their sturdy frames for her sister's celebration!

“The righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance. He shall not be afraid of evil tidings, his heart is ready to hope in the Lord.” (Proverbs 3:12) Sleep was meant for resting. It was supposed to be peaceful. If dreams are for dreamers… What are nightmares for? ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ The outline of their decrepit frames eerily loomed over the girl; Bloodshot eyes bulged from their sockets, watching and waiting. Sharp teeth clicked, their points chitter against enamel in irritating chatter. Mutilated limbs snaked closer, tendrils coated in crimson left stains where they touched. Wrangling and writhing like the slimy eels of the deep sea, the dismembered body parts crept nearer to their terrified victim. At first, it was a simple brush. Kathryn jumped back in hopes that she may distance herself from the horrid creatures. Displeased, they dared draw nearer in demand for the woman’s flesh and soul. A tendril twisted around her ankle and gripped tight, Kathryn frightenedly kicked it back with her other foot. “No! Go away! I will not succumb to you!,” she exclaimed. No matter how hard the woman fought, these Eldritch Horrors outnumbered her and soon they ensnared her limbs. Her skin crawled like a thousand desert ants biting into flesh, burning and itching with insatiable annoyance. An invisible weight sat upon her sternum as if crushed by a landslide. Struggling to take a deep breath, Kathryn’s breath turned shallow and sweat beaded upon her brow. An urgency pounded within her chest cavity. Kathryn was suffocating. “Let go!” Rasped the brunette who kicked fruitlessly at the creatures that held her captive. In her retaliation, they only grew stronger; The shadows began to quickly consume Kathryn. Their grasp barbed into her flesh and the smell of iron stung her nostrils with its putrid stench. A strained gasp shocked the Virosi, prompting her to proclaim; “Almighty GOD, Hear my cry! Save me from the trials that overwhelm me and the dangers that seek to consume my spirit!” With every word that passed, an inch of the Virosi grew deeper into the chittering nothingness that swallowed her. Yet, with a deep, desperate breath - again - she pleaded, “Grant me the strength to endure, as with You beside me, I shall not fear!” A veil of darkness shrouded Kathryn and made her blind. Their chattering taunts and chorus of laughter rang in her ears like screams into the abyss. A final breath was drawn as the chill of nothingness became all Kathryn would know. ✧⥼──༻❁༺──⥽✧ A second felt like forever. It was only a single moment, but waiting was an eternity. Is this what death is like? Kathryn thought with lungs that burned; Any longer she must hold her breath or they would burst. And yet, any longer did not come. Cracks formed in her cocoon and a white light shone radiantly through, granting her a breath of fresh air. Pure as freshly-fallen snow, the relief and warmth grew in abundance. Such bright brilliance blinded her and greatly overwhelmed the evils that once plagued her. In a flash of light, the darkness was consumed whole. ✧⥼──༻❁༺──⥽✧ Warmth tingled her skin with the first rays of sunrise, a crisp gentle breeze blew upon her like a whisper of a secret. Fatigued cornflower eyes fluttered open to see sunlight filtered through the canopy of leaves above, casting delicate patterns on the forest floor. Fallen leaves, moss, and twigs formed a soft, natural bed beneath her limp frame. Earthy tones graced the air, the fragrance of the soil soothing to her nose. Slowly sitting up, Kathryn lifted her body from the soil and realized she was adorned in ivory cloth - yet they were unstained by the mud she once laid in. Upon her head sat a wreath of brilliant cornflowers, fragrant in their sweet floral scent and lush with the peak of life. Not a twig entangled her long hair cascading down her backside. Standing upright, grass tickled the bare soles of her feet, each step made leaving an imprint upon the land. A gentle breeze wisped at her chocolate locks, prompting the Virosi woman to brush a strand aside. With her sight cleared, her environment could be better examined. To her right, a babbling river winds its way through the trees, clear waters dancing over smooth stones. The sound upon her ears is soothing. A gentle, continuous melody plucked as the current ripples and swirls created tiny eddies and splashes. Sunlight glints off the surface, making the water shimmer like liquid glass. Ferns rustle softly in the breeze, their feathery tips bending toward the water, casting delicate shadows on the surface. Left of her was the outline of an oak forest. Birds tweet, their songs harmonious and sweet to the ear. Fungi grew upon stumps, decomposing the dead to start life anew. Kathryn found herself in the middle of these two worlds seemingly joined as one. Even with her astute observations, something was missing. The forest felt alive with quiet energy; Something more than the animals of God’s creation. Someone was watching. The feeling of eyes burned through the back of her head and Kathryn’s cheek turned in obedience to human instinct. The face she met was one she knew well. Not a day had been spent without gazing upon him. Lines creased upon his visage, telling tales of decades of leadership, reflection, and spiritual guidance gained only through experience and age. His skin is weathered, with a slightly pale complexion, contrasting with his piercing, almost otherworldly cornflower blue eyes that seem to hold centuries of knowledge. Silvery hair was neatly groomed while the top of his head was adorned with a papal cap matching the pure white vestments he wore. His figure was bathed in a soft, ethereal light that seemed to emanate from within him. No adornments except for a modest golden halo that hovered above his head, casting a gentle glow around him Surrounded by an air of quiet power, the man who has seen much and endured more stood serene before the young Virosi. Kathryn’s lips parted with disbelief and slowly her knee would bend before the Saint. No matter what answer she could muster with logic, none could doubt her eyes. She believed. Tracing the Lorraine over her frame, the brunette clasped her hands together. She bowed with her forehead nearly touching the ground, completely surrendering to this force greater than herself. St. James II raised one hand slowly, palm open: a gesture of peace and assurance and the symbol of their family crest. His voice, when he spoke, was gentle and soothing, like a soft breeze that quiets a storm. "Do not fear," he said, his words resonating with a sense of eternal truth. "You are seen, you are known, and you are loved." As the Virosi bowed there, a tear slid down her cheek. It was not born of sadness, but of the overwhelming comfort that washed over her in the presence of such divine mercy. Her heart swelled with hope that surged through her very bloodstream. "Rise, my dear child,” St. James II commanded tenderly to his grandniece, his gentle smile offering her a sense of calm. “For GOD has heard your cries.” Obediently, Kathryn lifted herself to stand before her ancestor, her gaze raised to humbly view his divine image. His soft gaze kept steady upon hers, “Your mind is filled with questions.” He said with a pause. “Speak, child. We are listening.” The soft breeze stirred her hair, but she remained still, as if rooted to the spot by the weight of her thoughts. Kathryn’s hands broke from their union and rest gently at her sides, fingertips brushing the muslin of her dress. Her brow furrowed slightly in deep concentration, as though she were searching for clarity in the quiet spaces between her questions. In that stillness, her thoughts gathered and were pieced together like fragments of a puzzle. Finally finding the words to her troubles, her chin lifted to answer the Saint before her. “As I learn more about the power of GOD, I too experience the ugliness of Iblees.” Licking her lip, Kathryn drew a breath to steady herself. “You, who has seen and lived through the destruction by human sin and the horrors of Iblees alike; We place our trust in GOD to not fear… and yet, there are things that still fill us with terror. What was it that brought you the most fear?” His eyes, usually so calm, held a distant, reflective gaze in searching for answers. Every now and then, his fingers tightened slightly then relaxed, a subtle sign of the inner wrestling taking place within his heart. An emerald ring sat upon one of his fingers, sparkled in the sunlight. Godric Virosi took a slow, measured breath, the rise and fall of his chest steadying him before his lips parted to answer. “The Archaengul Michael told me that Aenguls, too, can stray from the path of righteousness and fall from grace. That we must remember that even the angels, those celestial beings of light, are not beyond the reach of temptation.” St. James II’s sad look to his niece spoke volumes, his eyes filled with unspoken concerns and a deep sorrow that weighed heavily on his heart. “I did not see it in my time, but you, my dear, did. It is the curse of a Virosi; To live to see such events.” Pausing, his brows furrowed in his sympathetic frown. “You have already lived my Eldritch Horror.” The woman nodded, the petals of cornflowers upon her head flutter with the motion. She recalled the day the sun had disappeared; She was only 5 summers then. How those in Rhen wondered what had happened, their screams and cries as they fell to their knees in prayer. How the crops suffered and the cattle died. How the poor and needy starved as the fields produced less than a quarter of their usual harvest. “Noctus Aeternae,” Her father had called it. The Eternal Night. Kathryn bit her lip, the weight of uncertainty pressing heavily on her heart as she drew a steadying breath. Her gaze rose slowly to meet the Saint before her, her eyes searching his face for answers. “I know not what I shall witness in my lifetime, Uncle, but if it is as you say it shall be… How do you live with it?” As they stood by the rolling river, St James II’s expression was thoughtful yet tender. “My dear child,” he began, the song of birds filling the silence, “following GOD is much like walking through this forest. There are clear paths, and at times, there are obstacles that may obscure our way. There are steep uphills you must trek and dropping declines you must heed.” He gestured to a winding trail that had appeared behind his niece. Kathryn’s gaze followed his hand, her geometry turning in domino-effect to fully face the path ahead. “We must have faith in the journey, trusting that even when the way seems uncertain, each step we take is guided by His love.” Godric Virosi took a few steps closer to his niece and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You are blessed with wisdom and intellect, Kathryn Atalia. With your actions and words, you have shown your faith in GOD. Yet, do not forget your mortality. Do not fear the known. Remember that in knowledge, there is power.” His sincere cornflower blue gaze kept firm upon the younger Virosi’s matching set. Walking alongside her, the pair began to traverse the dirt road together. The woman strode slowly down the winding path, the fabric of her ivory attire soft and lightweight, whispering with each step she took. The dress caught the sunlight, creating a gentle glow that highlighted her figure and the determined spirit within her. Kathryn’s eyes shut peacefully and a breath left her lungs. “Go in servitude, dear niece. Protect His flock.” Her Uncle spoke softly, his hand lifting from her shoulder. With every stride, she felt a sense of purpose growing within her, the warmth of the light drawing her closer, urging her to embrace whatever awaited her beyond the horizon. Kathryn knew this; She was born for this. As she moved forward, the sunlight filtering through the branches grew increasingly bright, bathing the path in a warm, golden glow. The brilliance intensified, wrapping around her like a radiant cocoon, and she felt the enchanting dreamscape dissolve, the vivid colors and soothing sounds fading into a blinding white light. In a voice just like the brush of a breeze, St. James II’s voice whispered into her ear, “The question is: How will you transform this knowledge into power in the physical world?” ✧⥼──༻❁༺──⥽✧ The woman jolted awake, her breath hitched in her throat as the vivid images of her dream flickered away like embers in the wind. As she sat up in bed, the soft light of dawn poured through her window, casting a gentle glow that filled the room with warmth. The sun, just peeking over the horizon, painted the sky in shades of pink and gold. Kathryn’s tired eyes scanned her whereabouts: the mauve walls and soft scarlet canopy bed was certainly hers. Outside, the rhythmic lapping of waves against the pier could be heard and the salty scent of the sea mingled with the crisp air. The lantern’s candle beside her bed had long since dwindled out. It was no longer needed anyway as the soft morning sunlight grew stronger by the minute. With each passing moment, her racing heart slowed to a calm, steady beat. Her attention turned to the charcoal drawing that hung across from her bed. The scene of the construction of the Holiest City - the building of the Tabernacle - drawn by St. James II. She had inherited from her aunt the day prior at her Flight Ceremony where we swore to the oath of her name and of GOD. Upon the table below it, laid the crown her sister, Yelena, had fashioned for her as per tradition. Her hand lifted, gently touching her head where the crown had been placed in her dream. Kathryn’s brows furrowed and slowly she faced the sunrise. Inspired by the dream, the brunette rose from her bed, quickly wrapping the shawl around her frame as she took a seat at the oak desk by the window. Dipping her swan-feather quill into the pot of ink and flipping open a notebook to a fresh page, Kathryn Virosi, determined to carry the light and insight of her dream, began to write the words ringing in her eardrum. How will you transform this knowledge into power in the physical world? ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ A year had passed since Kathryn's first dream, and she swiftly answered the call, remaining steadfast in her vows to her family and to God. Having journeyed to Aevos over a decade ago, she had seen despair touch the lives of both the virtuous and the wayward. Her life became one of devoted service, dedicated to God and His people. Whether founding and nurturing the success of the charity alongside John and Cardinal Ivan, directing and performing in the liturgical play St. Tara of Paradisus, maintaining the meticulous records of the Archdiocese of Lotharia, or offering guidance to those who lacked faith, the young Virosi humbly and earnestly fulfilled each duty. She faced every task with a reverent spirit, approaching each with humility and significance. Her understanding of servitude deepened one day when she confronted a young thief at the Balian Academy. When the boy drew his weapon against her and Editha de Falstaff, Kathryn, realizing no one else would stand for them, drew her own—an act unprecedented. Her resolute stance caused the boy to sheath his weapon and retreated, startled by the sight of the woman who had treated him kindly. Kathryn pursued him step by step until he fled the city like a frightened calf. That night, she knelt in prayer, grateful that no blood had been shed. Yet, the encounter revealed a truth she could not ignore—she had no training with a weapon. She would be unable to protect those in need. It was then that she made a surprising decision, joining the Regiment of Saint Lothar, much to the astonishment of those who knew her as a gentle lady. Every other night, Kathryn toiled in the fields, planting and harvesting under the tropical sun. Sweat glistened on her skin, and her lips grew dry, but she pressed on, her resolve unwavering. Often, friends and acquaintances spot her laboring and, taking a hoe, would join in her efforts. Her travels were not taken lightly; she carried alms to Canonist nations far and wide, using these journeys to connect with and understand the flock of God. Yet, she knew that forming friendships required nurturing them, and on one particular night, she set out to do just that. ✧⥼──༻❁༺──⥽✧ As she walked down a dirt road, the forest of spruce loomed ahead and her blue eyes scanned the treeline with cautious focus. Suddenly, the thunder of hooves shattered the quiet as a bandit charged past, a dark cloak billowing behind him. In his grasp was a small child, their eyes wide with fear. In a flash, the scene vanished, and moments later, the knight Ser Joakim sped past her, in hot pursuit. Kathryn’s heart raced as she bolted toward the city of New Valdev, urgency and determination propelling her forward. She had seen the bandit before and knew the Ludovar boy that had been captured. Kathryn had not gotten used to the attire required of a soldier yet, needing to use more energy to run in the gambeson. Upon reaching the city, winded, the Virosi doubled over as she tried to catch her breath. The Haenseni conversed between themselves, gathered as they tried to plan how to rescue their lost child. The Lady Palatine, Milena, carried her young niece toward the bell that hung upon a wall. Moments later, the knight Joakim returned, empty-handed and with a frown of concern on his features. Dark, ominous clouds gathered above the capital and it was then that a sinister aura began to settle over the capital of Haense. This shift was undeniable in its presence. A chill rattled their bones and the air felt tainted with each breath they drew. Whispers of unease spread through those gathered in the square as all rose to look upon the darkening sky. Some looked on in fear, others in confusion, yet there is one thing they could all agree upon: Their very core screamed with warnings of a threat unseen. Something was amiss, and it began to consume the once vibrant city. The clouds swallowed the sun and cast an unnatural twilight over the city. There loomed a threat of an impending storm, yet it was eerily silent. The birds had stopped their chirping and animals hid into any spot they could find. It felt as if the heavens were closing in, cloaking the city in a shroud of shadows and unease. It was as though something ancient and malevolent was awakening, ready to unleash its wrath upon the capital. Kathryn hadn’t been in the city longer than a minute. She stood frozen, her eyes wide with a mix of puzzlement and horror as the sun vanished, leaving the world bathed in darkness. Rising to a stand, her wise eyes began to scan the sky above. “This must be what happened in Solgaard.” She wondered aloud of the village she had visited recently that, too, lingered in an eternal darkness. It was like when she was a child; the day Janus had fallen. It seemed there was no more time to gawk and wonder. Ser Joakim turned to the people, ushering them toward the Basilica a few meters away. “Everyone shelter in the Basilica!” The cries of the people rang similar messages. “Go, go!” Kathryn exclaimed, holding the door of the Basilica for others as they rushed in. However, she did not follow. Milena and her niece lingered outside where the Princess hoisted the child above her head to ring the bell. Something was coming: Kathryn dashed across the square as the chimes of the bell clangs. DING. DONG. DING. Milena, cradling the girl in her arms, rushed toward the Basilica. Kathryn ushered them ahead, being the last out in the open. The soldiers waiting under the awning sealed shut the doors, the sound echoing through the vast building as the storm began outside. “Stay away from windows and huddle near the walls!” A soldier commanded, and the people obediently followed. Silently, the Virosi knelt and prayed. As Kathryn closed her eyes, she felt the weight of the world around her. At first, each breath was a prayer, a silent conversation with the divine as she listened intently. Seeping into their thoughts like a creeping shadow, a malevolent voice slithers as it spoke, sending chills through their spines. The air grows frigid, thickening with the weight of their fear, as the sinister presence looms, unseen but oppressive, pressing in from every direction. “You cower in the shadow of your god, thinking these walls will protect you? Fools. Do you not see? Your prayers fall on deaf ears. The divine does not dwell here… nor will it save you. Not from me. No holy light will pierce the darkness that is coming. So hide, Haenseni. Tremble. For soon, even your god will forsake you.” The people within the Basilica, trembling, began to kneel in prayer. A woman beside the Virosi glanced at her before lowering herself to pray as well. Madness creeped slowly but surely upon them, gripping the people of Haense. Their vision distorted and twisted as friends, neighbors, and loved ones no longer appeared as familiar faces but as grotesque, nightmarish abominations. Their eyes stretched and multiplied across their features, limbs contorted at impossible angles, and mouths yawned open far too wide, filled with jagged, razor-sharp teeth. What were once recognizable figures now writhed and slithered like eldritch horrors, each more monstrous than the last; they could no longer trust their eyes or the faces of those they once cherished. Terror coursed through the people as the fabric of reality unraveled, trapping them in a living nightmare. Screams of horror filled the air as panic spread like wildfire through the crowd. People clutched their heads as they and those around them turned into beings of monstrosity. The Basilica echoed with the sounds of shrieks and desperate cries as chaos and fear consumed every soul present. “The candle! Light vyr candles!” The Lady Palatine cried, though her whereabouts were unknown. She looked like all the others; Creatures with too many eyes and gaping, tooth-filled mouths. Kathryn remained steadfast in her prayer, though as the creeping madness seeped into the darkness behind her closed eyes, she felt an overwhelming dread. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to look upon those around her, only to be met with a horrifying sight. Her eyes widened, darting from one twisted abomination to another. She had seen these before, but they were nothing like this physical horror. The familiar voice of Milena cried out once more; “Exalted Sigismund, as we stand before vyr tomb - protect us and lead us from this darkness!” Kathryn’s horrified eyes shifted to the crypt to her left. The stone slab bore the name of the departed Exalted, etched deeply into its surface. The line between reality and nightmare dissolved as their vision warped, narrowing into a shadowy tunnel. Faint, tormented voices whispered in unknown foreign tongues— yet somehow, they still understood. Promises of salvation, offers of dark bargains, and temptation to surrender to an unknown power buzzed in their ears like a restless bee. Sinister laughter echoed in their minds —a mocking sound that seemed to rise from within, feeding on their growing despair. The evil delight grew louder, clawing at their sanity, drowning out reason, and dragging them further into a twisted abyss of fear. With each passing moment, the voices and the darkness tightened their hold, pulling them into a suffocating void where only the whispers of unseen entities and the grip of an encroaching darkness remained, eager to consume them whole. Kathryn had thought herself prepared, believed the horrors in her sleep were a prelude, a warning. The writhing shapes that had haunted her dreams twisted and coiled in the darkness before her, their grotesque forms defying all logic, their whispers curling in her mind like probing worms. It was unnatural, but intangible. Yet this... this was beyond the limits of anything she'd ever imagined. The terror that crawled beneath her skin was not the fear of a dream; it was the cold, suffocating grip of reality itself, and it was far worse than she could have ever known. “Mighty Archaengul Michael, Protector of the faithful,” Kathryn began, her eyes tightly shut as she sought to block out the chaos surrounding her. Her hands clasped together, fingers interlocked with a grip that trembled slightly, she took a deep breath, grounding herself in the silence of her own thoughts. As she spoke, her face softened with a mixture of determination and devotion, the lines of tension slowly melting away as she anchored herself in faith.“Shield us with your radiant sword, your wings of power spread wide. Guard us from the darkness, from evil’s grasp, and all that seeks to harm!” Amongst the screams, a familiar voice overcame them: “EXALTED SIGISMUND—DEFEND VYR BLOOD!” A thud followed the call of Milena, forcing Kathryn’s head to whip around. The body of one of the horrors lay limb upon the foot of the tomb, though only the outline was visible. Yet in the shadows, the creatures began to fight amongst themselves. Crimson spilled from their guts and hands, steel clanging in unity with shrieks of agony and terror. Beside her, those huddled in the corner drew their blades on each other. “As St. James II called upon you to rid the world of evil, so too do we call upon you now.” Kathryn prayed, her voice soft but resolute, each word carrying a quiet strength. Her breath grew unsteady, quickening as she fought to keep her mind focused. “They call upon us to sin, as the sin of Iblees plagues the world. Cast down the shadows that creep into our hearts, and banish the wickedness that stirs in the unseen.” The Virosi hesitated, her breath catching as she watched the horrors to her left, their twisted forms tearing into one another. The ground was slick with the gore of those who had transformed from friend to foe, their once-familiar faces now lost in monstrous rage. She felt a shiver run through her as she whispered, “Is this the terror you revealed to James? That even the Aenguls may fall? Who, then, will rid this world of the darkness that grips your people?” Kathryn Virosi asked, her lips parting while watching the fighting. Slowly, she inched back, eyes wary as she put distance between herself and the chaos. With a final breath, She bowed with her forehead nearly touching the ground. Her voice was a mere whisper, yet, it was an earnest prayer for light in the midst of darkness. “Guide us.” United in prayer, the people in the Basilica began to feel a gentle warmth push against the chill that had settled deep in their bones. The oppressive darkness that had clung to their minds and tightened around their hearts began to fade, its grasp loosening until it lost any foothold. The golden light seemed to wrap them in a soft, protective embrace and the chaos within their minds slowly began to fade. It was as if some unseen force whispered of hope and light. The ground beneath Haense shuddered violently, the capital quaking as though the very earth had risen in rebellion. Buildings groaned under the strain, and the tremors sent waves of panic through the crowd. Fear surged in their hearts, threatening to overwhelm them—until, piercing through the chaos, a new voice resounded. within their minds. Unlike the dark, sinister whisper they had heard before, this voice was resolute, powerful, and unwavering, carrying with it a sense of authority that stilled the panic in their chests. It was like a thunderclap in their souls, and a single word rang out, echoing with a force that seemed to shake the air itself: “Begone.” Kathryn had remained in her reverent kneel, “GOD bless us this day, and lead us in the light of your ways.” she whispered, her tone soft and steady. Lost in the rhythm of her devotion, she shut out the sounds around her, focusing entirely on the words she spoke. It reverberated with a force that seemed to echo in her very soul, shaking her from the trance-like state. Her body jolted as if struck, and she sat upright, her eyes flying open, wide and alert. The weight of the voice lingered, and she felt her heart quicken, a shiver running down her spine. ✧⥼──༻❁༺──⥽✧ In an instant, a radiant golden aura enveloped the people, cascading through the holy architecture like the first rays of dawn. It spread swiftly, washing over every corner and filling the space with a warm, reassuring glow. The sinister presence that had loomed over them recoiled as the light pierced through, shattering its hold with a power unseen. The oppressive spell that had plagued the minds of the citizens dissolved, unraveling like mist under the sun’s touch. The brilliance of sunlight cut through the darkness like a sword and twisted shapes began to unravel, shadows peeling away to reveal the humanity hidden beneath. Limbs that had bent at impossible angles straightened, eyes that had multiplied faded back into familiar, gentle features, and mouths filled with jagged teeth softened into expressions of relief. One by one, the abominations transformed back into the men, women, and children they once were, their faces marked with a mix of confusion and gratitude. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, they felt truly safe. The Basilica, once heavy with fear, now thrummed with a sacred calm, a sanctuary blessed by divine protection. The sun then peered through the windows in their usual shine. Whatever had been their salvation parted as quickly as it came and soon. It was eerily still. Silence echoed in the grand halls. All stood in astonishment, their eyes cast toward those of the Basilica. Loved ones found one another, pulling each other into desperate embraces. Friends exchanged shaky smiles, gripping one another’s shoulders as if to confirm they were real and unharmed. Most stood in silent astonishment, their eyes cast toward those of the Basilica. This harrowing nothingness lingered for only a moment. In the aftermath, the scene became a different kind of chaos than before. A cacophony of cries and shouts echoing through the sacred space. Blood smeared the floor as people staggered, clutching at wounds inflicted in their madness. Adults and children alike wept uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the brutality they had both witnessed. People rushed to aid the injured, lifting those who had fallen, their hands trembling but determined. For every injured person, four people were there to help. Priests and citizens alike called out for calm, their voices strained as they tried to bring some semblance of order to the chaos. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and blood, a harsh reminder of the violence that had just taken place. By the tomb of the Exalted Sigismund, Milena’s exhausted form was pulled by Joakim. It seemed that the voice that rang down from the heavens had awoken her. The knight held the young Oliviya in his arms, as the Lady Palatine’s stunned voice muttered whilst staring at the crypt, “It… was him….” She breathed, “We called unto Exalted Sigismund - and in the presence of his bones, we have been saved” As the Balianese soldier studied those around her, a stunned silence enveloped her. The remnants of despair and bafflement lingered in the air, heavy and oppressive, but she pushed forward, determined to assist. Her heart raced as she surveyed the scene, her chainmail under the cloth gambeson clinking softly with each step. Kathryn moved with purpose, her keen eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of injury. Father Alaric and others were already at work, calling out for those in still need of help, their voices rising above the murmurs of the stunned onlookers and civilians helping others. Wandering from group to group, the Virosi’s cornflower blue eyes stared at the people she passed. Friends had suffered greatly from their inflicted wounds, people yet to be known lying in their own blood. Having combed through every gathering, the woman fell upon one closest to the altar: The Ser and the child. “Is everyone alright here?” Kathryn inquired softly. Their gazes turned to the woman and the Haenseni man held out the child’s hand that bled from a cut. “See to her hand.” He stated, returning to his conversation with another youth. “It is alright, little one. What is your name?” Kathryn inquired upon gently taking her hand. The girl squirmed and writhed, unresponsive to the question. Joakim’s brow arched at this. “I shall see that another will treat her.” He said before parting with the children. Most had taken their leave from the church, spare for those who lingered in conversation in the back. As she approached the altar, her breath caught in her throat, and the flickering candlelight cast gentle shadows on her presence. Without hesitation, she breathlessly fell to her knees and signed the Lorraine Cross over herself. Her head, adorned with resilient purple aster pure white lilac, lowered and closed her eyes gently. “Oh Merciful GOD,” Kathryn began, her voice trembling as she swallowed hard, drawing a deep breath to steady herself. “I do not know if it was my call alone or the call of others in our flock who prayed alongside me… But with a heart full of gratitude, I come before You.” She felt the weight of her words, each one a testament to her faith. “Thank You for hearing our cry, for answering when we called out in need. In my distress, You were my comfort; In my fear, You were my strength. I thank You for Your kindness.” She paused, lifting her gaze to the stained-glass window above the altar, where rays of colored light streamed through, casting vibrant patterns across the stone floor. A rainbow illuminated her features, the beauty of the light filled her with a sense of peace, reminding her of the divine presence that had surrounded her. “May my life be a living testimony to Your goodness, and may I always remember to trust in You, no matter the trials that may come. Amen.” With a sense of resolve, she traced the outline of the Lorraine over her frame and slowly rose from her kneel. Ascending the steps, Kathryn Virosi pressed her lips gently to the altar in a moment of reverence, feeling the cool stone beneath her touch. Turning with renewed purpose, Kathryn would continue in the search for anyone still in need. ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ The woman left that day a different person, for she began, unintentionally, to follow in the footsteps of her ancestors. Cecil Virosi was present at the bodily ascent of Exalted Godfrey into the Seven Skies. St. James II witnessed several visions of the Archangel Michael, personally invoking an apparition of Archangel Michael who interceded on the side of the Descendants. And now, it was her turn. Kathryn was uncertain who had descended from the Seven Skies—whether it was the Exalted Sigismund, the Archaengul Michael, or another divine presence - she was filled with fervent resilience. The messages woven into her dreams felt like more than mere coincidence; they were a calling. The same familiar words rang in her ears at times, like the bell after the twelfth toll. How would she transform this knowledge into power? Determined to make sense of her experiences, the brunette began to write and document everything she had endured, capturing the essence of her journey on parchment. She spoke to others, piecing together the fragments of her story, sharing the revelations her dreams had bestowed upon her. Through this process of reflection and connection, Kathryn discovered a profound truth: she was not merely a vessel of her own narrative but a part of something much larger. She was a thread amongst the tapestry of faith and vessel for the Will of God. Kathryn knew this. She was born for this.

The Grace of GOD Revealed in Unity Veritas Dei Vincit “The Truth of GOD Conquers” Issued by Lady Kathryn Atalia Virosi 8th of Peter’s Glory 130 B.A. [!] Kathryn Virosi kneeling before the altar at her Nameday Mass and Flight Ceremony. c. 129 BA My dear Brothers and Sisters in GOD. The House of Virosi releases the following information in conclusion of the Nameday Celebration of Kathryn Atalia Virosi. It is with great joy that we announce that a relic of Saint High Pontiff James II, our Godric Virosi, has emerged from its hiding where it has been kept safe for over two-hundred twenty years. We thank our relatives for protecting it and returning THE TABERNACLE home. The Tabernacle by St. High Pontiff James II c. 1769 ✧⥼──༻❁༺──⥽✧ The House Virosi would like to thank all those who attended the day’s events and donated to the charity to support people in need. A thorough record of all donations and transactions is kept to ensure the fair and rightful use of donations towards their intended purpose. All donations and payments are handled by the Archdiocese of Lotharia. This charity, founded by Cardinal Ivan, Kathryn Virosi, and John Casimir, is dedicated to aiding those who are unable to pay their taxes due to extenuating circumstances. Assistance may be supplied for up to 5 years. The following are the donations made: Donation Stand Proceeds: 73 Kathryn Virosi: 200 Nicole Teufel & Constantine Haverlock: 200 Anonymous: 500 Paloma Galbraith: 500 John Casimir: 1,000 The following are the assistance made: One person from Balian, for 5 years: 750 One person from Balian, for 5 years: 250 One person from Balian, for 5 years: 250 It is with joy that following these kind donations and providing assistance to those in need, the charity has enough to aid others of the realm. Assistance is available to every nation on Aevos. Please do not be afraid to reach out if you require assistance or you wish to donate. Signed, His Eminence, CARDINAL IVAN LOTHARIA, Cardinal-Regent of Balian, Cardinal of Lotharia, Archbishop of Lotharia. Her Excellency, KATHRYN ATALIA VIROSI, Camareiro of the Courta Cometa, Scribe of Cardinal Ivan Lotharia, Chancellor to the Royal-Legate, Soldier of the Regiment of St. Lothar Her Excellency, YELENA VASILEIA VIROSI, Zelador of the Courta Cometa, Immigration Agent to the Domus Minstri JOHN CASIMIR

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Empowering and Supporting the Kingdom Veritas Dei Vincit “The Truth of GOD Conquers” Issued by Lady Kathryn Atalia Virosi 12th of Horen’s Calling 129 B.A. My dear Brothers and Sisters in GOD. The House of Virosi is pleased to announce a donation of 2,100 minae to the Kingdom of Balian, made in support of its ongoing efforts to enhance the well-being and prosperity of its people. This contribution reflects our commitment to fostering strong partnerships and supporting the values of unity and development within the Kingdom. We are honored to participate in its vision for a brighter future. Signed, Her Excellency, KATHRYN ATALIA VIROSI, Camareiro of the Courta Cometa, Scribe of Cardinal Ivan Lotharia, Chancellor to the Royal-Legate Her Excellency, YELENA VASILEIA VIROSI, Zelador of the Courta Cometa

☼ TARA OF PARADISUS ☼ ☼ A LITURGICAL PLAY ☼ ISSUED BY THE ☼ CAMAREIRO ☼ ON THE 7th OF PETER'S GLORY, 128 B.A. IT IS WITH GREAT pleasure that the Archdiocese of Lotharia and Il Courta Cometa extend formal invitations to the upcoming liturgical play Tara of Paradisus by Amelia P. Varoche. The play, a profound retelling of the story of Saint Tara and her miracles, promises to be an enriching educational opportunity and moving display of our values and spiritual aspirations as Canonists. The performance will be located at the Hungry Hippo Tavern in Balian. The evening will begin with a brief introduction of the play. Following the conclusion, there will be opportunities to engage with the cast and fellow attendees in a tavern night. We hope you will join us and look forward to sharing this spiritual experience with you. FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: His Holiness, Ro’eh Tzon, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon His Eminence, Cardinal Ivan Lotharia, Cardinal-Regent of Balian and the Citizenry of Balian His Royal Majesty, Marius III, King of Hanseti-Ruska and His Royal pedigree Her Royal Majesty, Adalia I, Queen of the Petra and Her Royal pedigree Her Royal Highness, Frederica I, Princess in Reinmar and of Sutica and Her Royal pedigree His Royal Highness, Leon II, Prince in Reinmar and of Minitz and His Royal Pedigree Her Royal Majesty, Xiomara I, Sovereign of Hyspia and Her Royal pedigree Her Royal Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of Númendil and Her Royal Pedigree Her Royal Highness, Ariadne Casimira, Baroness of Tuvia, and her royal pedigree. His Grace, Marcel Vuiller, Duke of Aquiliae, and his noble pedigree. Her Grace, Viktoria vas Ruthern, Duchess of Reutov, and her noble pedigree. The Right Honorable, Achillius d'Arkent, Count of Salia, and his noble pedigree. The Most Honorable, Samuel de Lyons, Viscount of Enderoca, and his noble pedigree. The Most Honorable, Viviana Vilac, Viscountess of Valio, and her noble pedigree. The Honourable, Paloma Galbraith, Baroness of Cascanova, and her noble pedigree. The People of All Canonist Realms His Eminence, IVAN CARDINAL LOTHARIA, Cardinal and Archbishop of Lotharia, Regent of Balian Her Excellency, ESFIR ARTEMISIA OF ZVEZLUND, Countess-Consort of Salia, Lady of Meridies Hall, Matriarch of House d’Arkent, Palatiodora of the Courta Cometa Her Excellency, KATHRYN ATALIA VIROSI, Camareiro of the Courta Cometa, Scribe of Cardinal Ivan Lotharia, Chancellor to the Royal-Legate

A Twenty-First Nameday Celebration Veritas Dei Vincit “The Truth of GOD Conquers” Issued by Lady Kathryn Atalia Virosi 7th of Peter’s Glory 128 B.A. My dear Brothers and Sisters in GOD. It is with great joy that the House Virosi announces that one of its children, Kathryn Atalia Virosi, has reached the age of adulthood. As per tradition, a Flight Ceremony as well as other festivities shall commence. All are welcome to participate. Lady Virosi has kindly requested that guests not bring gifts, but come prepared to support a fundraiser created by Kathryn Virosi and John Casimir Novellen to support those in need during significant life events that prevent them from temporarily paying their taxes. At the ball, there shall be goods on sale of which all proceeds shall go towards this Fundraiser. All donations shall be handled by the Archdiocese of Lotharia. A thorough record of all donations and transactions shall be recorded to ensure the fair and rightful use of donations towards their intended purpose. If one is unable to support the Fundraiser, alms for the poor such as bread would be greatly appreciated. ✧⥼─────────༻❁༺─────────⥽✧ The evening shall begin with a brief Holy Mass hosted by Cardinal Ivan Lotharia within the Balian Cathedral. At the end of the Mass, a paternal figure shall place a traditional Virosi cornflower crown upon Kathryn’s head. A prayer shall be said upon the now Swan and she shall swear to the virtues of the House. After the mass, the party shall move to the Royal Ballroom. Guests are invited to wear their favorite flower. Flower crowns will be sold and all proceeds shall go towards the Fundraiser. Guests are invited to dance, socialize, and celebrate in the final event of this Name Day Celebration. Food and drink shall be distributed throughout the night. During the ball, a competitive circle dance shall commence. The winner shall receive 100 prize mina. This 100 mina will be also matched and doubled by Kathryn and donated to the Archdiocese’s Fundraiser. FORMAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: His Holiness, Ro’eh Tzon, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon His Eminence, Cardinal Ivan Lotharia, Cardinal-Regent of Balian and the Citizenry of Balian His Royal Majesty, Marius III, King of Hanseti-Ruska and His Royal pedigree Her Royal Majesty, Adalia I, Queen of the Petra and Her Royal pedigree Her Royal Highness, Frederica I, Princess in Reinmar and of Sutica and Her Royal pedigree His Royal Highness, Leon II, Prince in Reinmar and of Minitz and His Royal Pedigree Her Royal Majesty, Xiomara I, Sovereign of Hyspia and Her Royal pedigree Her Royal Majesty, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of Númendil and Her Royal Pedigree Her Royal Highness, Ariadne Casimira, Baroness of Tuvia, and her royal pedigree. His Grace, Marcel Vuiller, Duke of Aquiliae, and his noble pedigree. Her Grace, Viktoria vas Ruthern, Duchess of Reutov, and her noble pedigree. The Right Honorable, Achillius d'Arkent, Count of Salia, and his noble pedigree. The Most Honorable, Samuel de Lyons, Viscount of Enderoca, and his noble pedigree. The Most Honorable, Viviana Vilac, Viscountess of Valio, and her noble pedigree. The Honourable, Paloma Galbraith, Baroness of Cascanova, and her noble pedigree. The House of Virosi The People of All Canonist Realms PERSONAL INVITATIONS ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: His Highness, John Casimiar Baudoin Novellen and his esteemed pedigree Her Highness Lavanya Tiberias Van Aert & Vangelis Mareno and their esteemed pedigree Gisli Sifsøn Constantine Haverlock and his esteemed pedigree Reverend Stefaniya Her Majesty, Juliya of Reinmar, and her esteemed pedigree His Highness, Asad of the Petra, and his esteemed pedigree Her Royal Highness, Milena Anastasya, and her esteemed pedigree Gottfried Barclay Sir Percy de Lyons Lhoris Baldric Vourkehardt and his esteemed pedigree Sebastian Eros Adrian Arthmail Artyom Sarkozic Signed, Her Excellency, KATHRYN ATALIA VIROSI, Camareiro of the Courta Cometa, Scribe of Cardinal Ivan Lotharia, Chancellor to the Royal-Legate

There was a soft pitter patter of rain against the glass window mixed with the scratching of a quill against parchment. A light flickered upon the desk, casting a silhouette of a young woman. The door to the quarters was opened, a servant entering to lay the missive in the figure's hands. With a dip of her head, she thanked the woman before unfolding the parchment to read it. With a hum, Kathryn Virosi gently pressed the paper to her chest and looked to the dark sky above. "May the Silasians find reason and wisdom in their minds. May God make them remember goodness and virtue in their hearts. They know not what they have done... I pray the little ones shall not be hurt. My friends... What a shame it must come to this." With a shake of her head, the Virosi rose from her place of rest and took the candle. Her soft features were illuminated by the golden light in the halls darkened by night. With parchment in hand, she made her trip to the Archdiocese Archives. Mid-stride, the brunette paused as she faced the full moon shining through the arches of a grand window. The sound of her voice was just barely above a whisper, and yet it resonated off the walls. "May God have mercy on their souls."