PerfectlyPeachy

Analiesa, former Princess Royal and mother to the departed Duke, stood in wait at the gates of the skies. She had taken great care of the souls who followed after her, and now - their familial generation was almost complete. Her eyes scoured across those souls below, catching on to the unintelligible grumblings of lordlings she hadn't cared to learn the names of. "Pay them no mind." She told her son, "Our family has never been free of criticism - the wheel turns, another will soon come to take their place and continue on their tirade." Thus, her gaze turned to carefully watch over the new Duchess with great interest, a hand squeezing at the shoulder of her own Elizaveta. She had died so that another could succeed, and she knew that the young Tatiyana was capable of true greatness. "Alas, smaller dogs always did like to bark the loudest."

The girls grandmother, the former Princess Royal (and prolific drug user), rolls in her grave.

O THE PEOPLE OF THE REALM, Hear ye, hear ye, for grievous tidings beset the hallowed grounds of the Emberweave Circus, where joy once reigned and laughter echoed amidst the spectacle of wonder. In the twilight's embrace, as shadows danced upon the canvas of our stage, Baalial and Aravir, known to all as Mister and Missus Emberweave, embarked upon their aerial ballet upon the taut strands of the tightrope. But alas, the threads of fate were severed by the hand of malice, and they were cast into the abyss below. Baalial, valiant and true, sought to shield his beloved Aravir from the cruel descent, grasping for purchase upon the frayed strands of hope. Yet the forces of gravity, fueled by treachery, hurled him into the tower of the tightrope, leaving his body broken and his spirit shattered. Aravir, suspended between heaven and earth, was spared from the clutches of oblivion by the gallantry of a soul amongst our midst, brave and true. Yet the fiend who wrought this havoc revealed itself in a visage of horror, with jaws agape and features twisted in mockery of life, vanishing into a shroud of putrid smoke. But lo, the darkness that envelops us is not confined to the realm of shadows alone, for a missive of doom was discovered amidst the wreckage, bearing the ominous warning of further harm should the circus persist. "Beware of the Barney," it proclaimed, signed by the hand of B.T. Parnum. Furthermore, let it be known that in the pursuit of justice, a cultist was apprehended by the order of St. Jude and found guilty of perpetrating this heinous act of sabotage. Their twisted allegiance to dark forces has been unveiled, yet we remain wary, for the tendrils of malevolence often run deep. Though this malefactor has been brought to account for their crimes, we cannot rest easy, for the shadow of uncertainty looms large. The circus, ever vigilant, shall continue to probe the depths of this nefarious plot, lest any remnants of the darkness remain to threaten our sanctuary anew. In the wake of this heinous assault upon our sanctuary of mirth and marvel, we are left with no recourse but to suspend all performances until the specter of peril is banished from our midst. Let it be known to all who seek to snuff out the light of our artistry: we shall not cower in the face of adversity, nor yield to the dictates of fear. We call upon thee, noble patrons and allies, to stand with us in solidarity against this encroaching tide of darkness. Together, let us scour the shadows and uncover the face of evil that seeks to extinguish the flame of our creativity. Until the day dawns anew, and the perpetrator of this vile deed is brought to justice, we shall remain steadfast in our resolve. May the spirit of unity guide us through the darkest of nights, and may the ember of hope burn eternal in our hearts. Ringmaster, ROWENA AF CAESTERWICK, Songbird of Humanity, Ringmaster of the Emberweave Circus, Bard of the Cracked Claw Company. OOC This is an ST Eventline by @Adstrom

Hearken, good folk, to a mirthful decree, Rowena's Circus, as grand as can be. With jesters and fire, And talents entire, The Emberweave beckons, come frolic with glee. O THE PEOPLE OF THE REALM, Behold the merry tidings that doth grace thine ears – The Emberweave Circus, that splendid caravan of whimsy and delight, hath journeyed from distant north to bestow upon thee a spectacle of wondrous proportions! After a triumphant debut that left hearts aglow and spirits soaring in Hanseti-Ruska, we now turn our gaze to the fair and Apostolic city of Aaun, where our grand carnival shall unfold with all its magical splendor! Prepare thy senses for an extravaganza like no other, where lions shall roar in majestic splendor, air balloons shall dance upon the breeze, and carnival games shall beckon thee to test thy skills and revel in the joys of merriment! But that is not all, dear friends, for our performers – skilled in the arts of acrobatics, fire dancing, and more – shall enrapture thee with their breathtaking displays of talent and daring! But lo, the gates of our enchanted Big Top are open wide, and we invite all those possessed of extraordinary talents to step forth and audition to join our merry band of performers! Whether thou be a juggler, a fortune teller, or a magician whose spells weave tales of wonder, there is a place for thee beneath the canopy of our magical circus! So come one, come all, and behold the wonder that awaits thee at The Emberweave Circus! Let the laughter ring, let the joy abound, and let thy spirit soar amidst the enchantment of our grand carnival! Thou art cordially invited to join us for an unforgettable adventure that shall leave thee spellbound and yearning for more! Ringmaster, ROWENA AF CAESTERWICK, Songbird of Humanity, Ringmaster of the Emberweave Circus, Bard of the Cracked Claw Company.

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Rowena tunes her lute, and prepares for the performance of a lifetime.

In a circus of wonders, they say, where the moonbeams all dance and they sway, Rowena's the queen, With a lute that's serene, At the Emberweave, fun's here to stay! [Discord Link] Harken, harken, ye denizens of merriment and marvels! Behold, the clarion call from Rowena the Songbird, whose melody doth weave the whimsical threads that shall birth the grandest spectacle to grace humanity – The Emberweave Circus! An extravaganza of unparalleled enchantment awaits, and Rowena beckons thee, seekers of outlandish talents, to join her beneath the soaring spires of Aaun's open theater. The Emberweave Circus Wants YOU! Seek us in the heart of Aaun's capital of Whitespire, where the stage awaits the tread of extraordinary feet and the air resonates with the promise of mirth. Rowena extends her embrace to acrobats, tumblers, fire dancers, and lion tamers – talents that defy the mundane and beckon the extraordinary. Magicians, jesters, and fortune tellers, bring forth your arts and let them mingle with the whimsy that abounds. The call echoes far and wide – are ye freakishly tall, covered in hair, or host ten extra fingers and toes? Rejoice, for The Emberweave Circus welcomes thee with open arms! Come, find a home with us beneath the canopy of our magical Big Top, where the extraordinary is celebrated, and the peculiar is embraced. And lo, not only do we summon those of extraordinary talents, but The Emberweave Circus opens its arms wide to all beings, be they goblins, elf, halfling, orc, or human. All who possess extraordinary talents MUST answer the call, for the stage is vast and yearns to be filled with the wonder of every realm. But the call extends beyond the performers! To those who believe in the cause of laughter, wonder, and merriment, The Emberweave Circus graciously accepts patronage. Let your generosity be the wind beneath our wings as we soar to new heights, bringing joy to all corners of the world. Join the revelry, dear souls! The Emberweave Circus awaits – a realm where excitement knows no bounds, and fun is the heartbeat of our grand spectacle. SIGNED, Ringmaster of the Emberweave Circus, Songbird of Humanity

MC Name: PerfectlyPeachy Discord: PerfectlyPeachy (will show up as Hollybobs) Image: Description of Image: poster for the emberweave circus Dimensions: 1 x 2

Dearest Jover Mossheart, Hark! Your missive, like a radiant phoenix, did soar into mine hands and filled mine heart with both trepidation and anticipation. Verily, I, Rowena, a seasoned adventurer, bard, and fire sorceress of no small repute, doth find thy plight intriguing and worthy of mine attention. I extend mine sympathy for the plight that hath befallen thy family, caught in the clutches of the dreaded Bloodrot. A curse as foul as a dragon's breath, and one that no mere healer's poultice can remedy. The mention of the legendary 'Emperor's Chalice,' said to possess miraculous healing properties, doth tickle the chords of my adventurous spirit. The nefarious cults that skulk in the shadows beneath thy abode shall not escape mine scrutiny. Dark Dwarves and Mori’quessir garbed in the guise of men? Fie! Such abominations must be purged from this realm, and I, with my bardic tales and fiery incantations, shall lead the charge. I commend thee for thy wisdom in not braving the perils alone, for the abyss below is rife with Ibleesian powers that would give even a seasoned adventurer pause. Verily, I shall join thee in assembling Dunmire's Regulars, a fellowship bound by fate to conquer the darkness and lay claim to the Emperor's Chalice. The promise of both adventure and recompense doth sweeten the proposition, and I, Rowena, pledge mine blade and flame to the cause. Enclosed herein is my resume, chronicling the ballads sung in my honor and the fires conjured in the name of justice. Rest assured, Jover Mossheart, that I shall be prepared to tender thee the ten mina fee upon our meeting, ensuring safe passage through the treacherous lands. Await me eagerly, for I shall make haste to join thee in this noble quest. SIGNED,

Finally, she was at rest.

There is no limerick attached to the notice, breaking from tradition. The flier lacks its traditional whimsy, instead replaced with a somber chord. Peace had failed, and war waged on. Hear ye, hear ye, denizens of this realm, It grieveth my quill to convey unto thee a dolorous missive from the hallowed halls of the peace summit. Alas, as the sun waned in the firmament and shadows encroached, the hopes for concord and accord withered like a rose untended. The Duke and the covenant, with hearts heavy and laden with the weight of expectations, did meet in earnest discourse. Yet, in the dim-lit chamber where aspirations for harmony were kindled, the fire of understanding did not blaze. The negotiations, akin to ships in tempest-tossed seas, found no harbor of reconciliation. The parley, fraught with discordant tones, echoed with the mournful dirge of unmet accord. Thus, with sorrowful penmanship, it is proclaimed that the mantle of peace, so earnestly sought, remains elusive. The trumpets of diplomacy fell silent, and the banner of unity lay tattered upon the fields of failed accord. Let it be known, in the scrolls of time, that despite noble intentions, peace hath faltered. May the heavens look with favor upon those who now gird themselves in armor and take up arms in the looming conflict. In the face of impending strife, may God bless and guide those who march forth in the name of a cause yet unfulfilled. In our profound obscurity In blindness self-imposed From our own impurity Our brothers we've opposed. And should the sons of man profane By violence and deceit The world which freely god sustain That we may all receive. And shall all woman's daughters wail for shattered hopes and lives Whilst we let evil's ilk prevail and turn away our eyes. The bells of heaven distant toll To judge myself and you So let us now restore God's peace and make the world anew. SIGNED,

There once was a bard quite spry, who saw a fierce duel draw nigh. Midst the clang and the clash, she composed in a flash, A song about dueling awry! Hark, ye goodly subjects of the Adrian Duma, lend thine ears to a tale of noble strife and verbal tempest! In the midst of the grand assembly, a tumultuous altercation unfurled betwixt the crude crow’s soldier Nikolai Vladov and the fair Lady Lucia Kovachev. Words, like fiery arrows, flew with heedless abandon! Lady Lucia insulted the dignity of Brelus’ defiance, citing the victory of her Savoyard ancestors over the Adrians! Thus, her dignity found itself ensnared in the venomous web of Nikolai's insults. The gallant lords and ladies, in shock and dismay, beheld a challenge declared, and a duel thus summoned forthwith to settle this affront. As the fists clashed and blood splattered, a minstrel, in the spirit of jest, struck up a merry tune to accompany the skirmish of ancient feud. Lo and behold, a song so silly and sprightly, it echoed through the halls of Adrian Duma, softening the blows and turning the duel into a dance of folly. The minstrel sang of squabbles absurd, insults preposterous, and a duel so comical it could be but the jesters' mirth. The lords and ladies, torn between laughter and awe, marveled at the whimsy of the song, as the duel twirled in an intricate dance of jabs and jests. One eve in the court of Adria, ‘neath an inky sky, Lady Lucia and Crow Nikolai locked horns ‘n cried high. There they did battle, the ladies wit sharp and precise, The old Raev’s retort, her honor insulted, sly and concise. Champions clashed, insults were flung, Over ancestral ties, their fight had begun. Lady Lucia's champions, fierce, leal and true, In her honor they defended, fire they would walk through. Swords unsheathed, demands received, the duel did ensue. The old Raev did his very best, with strength and valor - well, he tried. Yet her champions, leal and true they were, frightening bravery was shown with pride. Alas, dear old Raev, he was the first to fall, to the floor he laid and cried.. And strong Lord Kovachev, god he blessed, For his darling Savoyard bride! SIGNED,