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  1. IN COLLABORATION WITH HER ROYAL MAJESTY’S PARADISIAN COURT Throughout the expansive territories of the Apostolic Kingdom of Aaun and among those intrigued enough to seek out such knowledge, it is widely recognised that LADY JADWIGA JAZLOWIECKI OF WARSOVIA keeps good company in an array of birds. From lowly carrier pigeons to exotic parrots, her menagerie has grown quite impressive over the last few years. Now, in coming months of her fifteenth name-day, Lady Jazlowiecki wishes to open the doors of NOWA WARSOVIA for the denizens of Aaun and her allies to meet her birds, and learn more about the different species that reside in the local area of Langkette. Those who will attend will have the chance to hold the birds and gain more knowledge in how these birds can be used for things such as sending letters, in hunts and much more. Perhaps one will have their future told, a sign from a flap of a wing, that brings either peace or havoc to those present... HER LADYSHIP, Jadwiga Maria Jazlowiecki, Ward of Her Majesty, Queen-consort Amelya of Middelan
  2. RAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH get the blue tag off of this little man!!!!

    1. Greehn

      Greehn

      am i little D:?

  3. In St. Andrik did she spend her time as of late, in her room, keeping to herself. She found the place familiar, yet so far away - a resident in a complicated twist of family relations, who witnessed though did not act upon her thoughts. The candle in her room slowly ran out of spark within the last hours. JADWIGA JAZLOWIECKI found sleep hard to come by this eve, for the past year left her mind in disarray. Was she truly growing older? Talking with the Alstion princes, the Halcourt boys and Catherine had cemented the inevitability in her mind; Queen Amelya's offer distant, yet too soon. She made her way towards the window and crawled onto the windowsill, perching herself in its arch. PRINCE ALEXANDER had come to mind, then. The boy had much vigor in him, so much hope. Despite her relcutance to like him at first compared to his older brothers (perhaps a certain incident, with her feather, had fueled this), Jadwiga couldn't help but stand in awe whenever he was near. So much character within him: not knowing 'Robert' and 'robbing' were two different words, yet the ability to recite words as if he held the knowledge of the world beneath his palms. It brought her to a brink of stifled laughter in the dawn of night. Whether he was involved with 'Catherine' or 'Catherine, the Other', Alexander always had a tale to tell and something to do. The girl shook her head and looked onward past towards the church and treeline, and onto the Hand of Horen in the distance. She could faintly make out the tower's silohuette in the dark, but barely, only able to distinguish it from any other landmark by the faint glow of the windows. Her candleflame eventually went out, all at once, so Jadwiga returned to her bed. Before she slept, she prayed for the young Alexander to never lose his sense of self.
  4. [!] Delivered by bird to each child across the realm would be an invitation... THE SLEEPOVER UPON RUINS The Duchy of Stran was nothing more than a memory lost in the progression of time. Abandoned for decades did it stand as a colossal ruin against the skyline of the Hamlet of Enswerp, hidden within the flourish of shrubbery, to be left alone as it watches life go by. Slowly did the land that was once inhabitable turn into a capsule of yore. Haunted was it, for only ghosts took the role of denizen there, stuck in a period without no means of moving on. Paranormal activity seems prevalent in the area, and undetected. That was, until, now. The Lord of Alba invites the children across the realm to spend the night at Castle Arpacz — House Ivanovich's previous home — for a sleepover. Spine-tingling tales of ghouls & monsters shall be passed to those in attendance, as well an eventful few hours that surely will leave one petrified or thrilled. The more, the merrier; bring friends and relatives. In a land left in the hands of Mother Nature herself, who knows what may occur this fateful night? HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Charles Reman Alstion, the Lord of Alba & additional help from, HER LADYSHIP, Jadwiga Maria Jazlowiecki, Ward of Her Majesty, Queen-consort Amelya of Middelan
  5. Looting was something the young lady JADWIGA JAZLOWIECKI was taught against, yet as she came back with CHARLES ALSTION upon a newly-stolen donkey, she could not help but embrace the buzz it gave her. The mood was high until she arrived at Nowa Warsovia; the hand that held the reigns dropping immediately with one swoosh. Her uncle's abdication was all the servants were talking about in the keep. Immediately did she make her way into the courtyard, dropping to her knees and squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands, clasped, went to pray. "Saint Tylos II, pray for us, for the dawn of a new era is upon us. May the Lechians prevail further than we have ever done before." The girl didn't know of her future prospects, but she was hopeful that House Jazlowiecki would continue to be prosperous.
  6. CIECHERELLA in her spare time had been conversing with Emilio Varoche about the whole ordeal. "Was he-a not a Haeseni knight?" She asked as she handed over the cannolis, finally. "Everyone told-a me he was only in Aaun when-a he needed something". @Enlightenment
  7. In the Hamlet of Enswerp did an Illatian woman, whose home smelt of sweet dough and spices, heard of whispers of a Roach disownment. CIECHERELLA was inept at reading given her social status, but her skills of overhearing her customers proved useful in the moment. "Oh, poor-a Lord Emilio. I-a must invite him around-a soon, for his cannolis." She murmured, before wrapping up a fresh loaf in cloth for delivery.
  8. With a wince did JADWIGA continue to rub a homemade salve into her scrapes and wounds, overdoing it as one elven year old would, to the point where it was practically caked on. "A Haeseni knight...? Oh, it's probably the work of the devilish darkspawn up north, no doubt! I tell you, Kitty- no, I beg we never go there again! Too many coincidences of bad luck associated with the place! I must pray, I must!"
  9. [!] An Auvergnian depiction of ‘Le Brutal’, or ‘The Brute’, as he swings a bottle and a chair Even as I am injured with a busted lip, I write this missive with good faith to provide a warning to my fellow citizens of what has transpired this very saint’s day. I feel it is necessary, given the character of the man I will tell you about, that you all must be aware of who is lurking in the nooks and crannies of your streets. This evening, I have had the greatest displeasure of being held in the clinic in Whitespire against my will by a man known as Ser Emilio ‘The Younger’ Varoche. Despite being involved in an altercation with my fellow acquaintances, his actions to force myself and Lady Catherine de Lewes to answer to his commands left me feeling powerless. He told us we weren’t allowed to leave the clinic, and physically forced us onto the cots provided. Despite telling him that I had medical experience (my uncle Witold had provided me books only a day prior, and I had nursed Ser Stefano to health) and that I wished to return to Merryweather, he kept Catherine and I held as hostages. It wasn’t until the invention of a gnome, Baron Emilio Varoche and the Alstion princes that we were freed. I want to preface that I was in the wrong for intervening and joining the fight, but that does not excuse Ser Emilio’s behaviour. His authority as someone older in the situation led to him going too far, for this brutish nature was not warranted on two young ladies who wished to tend to their own injuries elsewhere. He attempted to lay a hand on Prince John, too, until beckoned to stop. Is this the type of man you want your younglings to be underprotected around? Manhandling them like a sack of potatoes? Not only did this incident occur, but all day prior he had been parading around the square asking for children to follow him to “tend to his cows”. Each time, he would come back and bribe children 10 mina to follow him out of the city into the unknown, and come back covered in mud and filth. I grew suspicious after he came back not once, but thrice to do this; repeating himself over and over, insisting that the children must take his lead. Preposterous, I say! Bribing children to follow him like the pied piper of Aaun! I URGE my fellow Aaunites to STAY CLEAR of this BEAST OF A MAN, for he will whisk your children away before you can say ‘The Apostolic Kingdom of Aaun’! PENNED BY, HER LADYSHIP, Jadwiga Maria Jazlowiecki, Ward of Her Majesty, Queen-consort Amelya of Middelan
  10. JADWIGA JAZLOWIECKI picked out an option of three frocks for the Enswerp King's Festival. She was adamant it had to be near to perfection as one could get, for she was to impress a certain someone for the event, adorning it with additional lace. "I hope Guy will be in attendance, so we can burn our offerings together..." The Lechian girl murmured to Frank nearby, who was perched on Jadwiga's bedpost. Hardly could her smile could be contained as she fell back onto her bed hard; puppy love.
  11. JADWIGA JAZLOWIECKI showed Volume II, with much enthusiasm, towards her royal companion CHARLES ALSTION. She'd become ever-so braggish these past few months after her achievements of medicine and of the arts, flaunting them like nobody's business. "She mentioned me, and my future! I have never felt so accomplished!" The paper was shoved into the Lord of Alba's face, before Jadwiga let out a squeal and twirled around on the spot. "Look how smart I've become, Charlie!" @Olox_
  12. Round and curious brown eyes read the publishings of the Grand Princess with as much excitement as she could muster. JADWIGA MARIA JAZLOWIECKI, after entertaining Her Serene Highness only a saint's day ago with her puppet show, had a large admiration for the woman that seeped now into her reading hour. Jadwiga told herself that supporting the Chroniken der Fürstin was the least she could do for all of the encouragement, and so the young girl went on her way to fetch some writing parchment. "To Her Serene Highness, Adalfriede of Hexenwald..." Jadwiga pondered briefly whether or not she ought to tell Queen Amelya of Middelan about her new diplomatic affairs, bonding over puppetry.
  13. JADWIGA OF WARSOVIA burst open the doors of the Hand of Horen with much urgency, that she nearly knocked over a few servants on her way in. With a quick dip of her head and a weak apology did she, with her childish might, speed up the stairs. "Jamie, look at what I found in the tavern!" The young Lechian cried, waving A Chef's Plight in the air. "The plot has thickened! You must come and see!" @Sefardi
  14. IN COLLABORATION WITH HER ROYAL MAJESTY’S PARADISIAN COURT For decades, peace was a word unfamiliar to the Heartlands of Aevos. Betrayal, destruction and war bred snakes in the form of Stassionites, who with the Duchy of Adria fought the Grand Covenant to no avail. Despite the trials and tribulations faced, the United Kingdom of Aaun has looked forward to an era of prosperity and regrowth under His Majesty, John I. It is with this occasion do we, Aaun, invite our vassals and allies across Aevos not only honour the fallen, but celebrate our victory with THE MARTYRS’ FESTIVAL. PRE-FESTIVAL ITINERARY *As a part of upholding traditions and honourary values… i. Memorial mass for the fallen Preceding the festival, attendees will pay their respects through a service performed in the Temple of the Exalted Prophets of the Canon. This mass will honour the fallen, including the late martyred Edmund II. ii. A speech from His Royal Majesty, King John I John I, the current reigning King of Aaun, will follow the memorial mass with a speech addressing his loyal subjects and peers across the realm. FESTIVAL ITINERARY *To follow directly after the memorial service and speech from HRM John I… i. Aaunic stalls Provided by the best of what Aaun has to offer, stalls with wares, food, drink and entertainment will be available for all to purchase or enjoy. Stalls include: Boon & Bane’s, McDaaunalds, the Church of Canon and the vassals under the Kingdom of Aaun. ii. The Strings of Stassion, A Puppet Performance Performed by Her Ladyship Jadwiga of Warsovia, The Strings of Stassion is a retelling of the Aaun-Stassion events from the perspective of a child; performed through the art of puppetry. Attendees are encouraged to interact with the characters played. iii. The Burning of Richard Stassion A commemorative bonfire to end the festivities. To end the day, attendees will gather around a straw-recreation of Richard Stassion and will set it alight to mark the end of trying times. Torches will be available for those wishing to participate. Alongside invitations for all loyal subjects of the Aaunic Crown, special invitations are extended to the following as apart of Grand Covenant: HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Sybille I, and all who hail from the Kingdom of Balian HER MAJESTY, Catherine I, and all who hail from the Commonwealth of Petra HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Aleksandr II, and all who hail from the Dual-Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska HIS HIGHNESS, Cesar II, and all who hail from the Viceroyalty of Hyspia HIS GRANDNESS, Sigrun Stonehammer, and all who hail from the Grand Kingdom of Urguan HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, John Alexander, by the Grace of GOD, King of Aaun, Prince of Alstion, Duke of Vienne, the Lowlands, Balemena and Corazon, Count of Whitespire, Enswerp and Florentine, Baron of Blanchet, Protector of the Realm HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Amelya of Middelan, Queen-consort of Aaun, Princess of Alstion, Duchess of Vienne, the Lowlands, Balemena and Corazon, Countess of Whitespire, Enswerp and Florentine and Baroness of Blanchet & additional help from, HER LADYSHIP, Jadwiga Maria Jazlowiecki, Ward of Her Majesty, Queen-consort Amelya of Middelan
  15. The afformentioned JADWIGA JAZLOWIECKI, in Warsovia where she resided, took it upon herself to prepare for the race as she saw fit. In the next few days, she would cast her bird whistle aside for a saddle much to her pet pigeon Frank's dismay; sulking around her chambers with downturned wings. The estate was filled with all things equestrian within the week. Oh, Jadwiga was prepared... and Aaun would have to keep one eye open for THE MOLES.
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