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Olivia Freysson Ruric blinks.

we have dragons, case closed. but in all seriousness, it’s for rp. can’t bash us for that.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Dear Marshal, King and my fellow Guardsmen, As of today, I will relieve myself of active duties within the Ashguard. These include, spars, fights in training, patrols, ex cetera. I will continue behind the scenes doing things such as pay, promotions, demotions, ex cetera. I also may host trainings as long as I'm not involved. I was recently diagnosed with the disease Muscular Dystrophy with a chance of me being completely paralysed in thirty-forty years. There is no known cure. I will try my hardest for the Ashguard like I had since I was seven years old but for once I will listen to advice and I will step down from things which could risk faster deterioration. I look to my fellow overseer, Ragnar Sigvardson, to do the more active duties. May All-Father walk with you all. -Signed Her highness, Princess Astrid Eiriksson-Black Ruric, Overseer in the official Ashguard of Norland -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Astrid Eiriksson-Black Ruric loves field guides.

Josephine Wick-Vuiller finally takes her helmet off “Well that was productive and useful and niet a waste of time.”

Josephine Vuiller never got to know the man before their demise but if she did, she’d certainly ask why the monks spared her but not him.

Astrid Eiriksson Ruric raises a surprise eyebrow “Maybe they heard of mein fancy battle-axe Ich gave away to her bruder…” She erupts into a fit of giggles “Ich better drag papa along nonetheless.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Tick. Tock. Josephine watches the clock on the wall as she repeatedly stirs the stew pot on the stove. Will it burn? She has a feeling it might but only time would tell. She turns her head to her babies, the babies that sleep so peacefully in their cots that she managed to bring them down into the kitchen alone. Alone. She had a feeling it would turn this way, it always had. That feeling of family never consisted in her life, a tragic reality which she had to face far too young. Her mother was never around and she slowly realised it may be because she didn’t actually want her, that idea frightened her to no end but it’s not like she knew any different. Her father terrified her, a feeling she was only just getting used to but the unsettling realisation that the frightened feeling was always there. He blamed her for everything and she blamed him for everything. The feeling was damn mutual and in the back of her mind she knows that. Her brother, the brother who grounded her in so many situations, was dead. His body she visits often, touching the recently upturned dirt with a wishful feeling. She blamed him for dying, leaving her alone in this world without any idea of how to do things. He could’ve helped her raise her children or taught her how to be a good wife, a good soldier, a good daughter. Tick. Tock. The stew was burning, she smelt it before she saw it. She lets out a huff, pulling the pot from the fire and waving her hands around in defeat before she turns to the triplets. “Ghosts can cook better than eam.” She mutters, a memory of the dead hanging over her head always “I’ll just wait for vyr papej to save eam, he did all those years ago.” Josephine Vuiller had years left to live…yet she felt like she lived them all already. Tick. Tock. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

A certain foreign princess breathes a deep sigh of relief as she sips her tea “Maybe it’s good I’m not engaged, these Haense folk are wild.” She immediately regrets her words as she thinks of her own actions these past few years involving Haense men. “Ah…nevermind.”

Astrid Eiriksson Ruric holds a hand against her heart “Maybe now the pretenders will leave us alone. Iron from ice, mein future kinder are safe, iron from ice.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- To the people of Norland and those in Clan Freysson, For multiple years now our current Chieftain, Vane Freysson Ruric, my father has been inactive from duties. That has left our Clan very confused and lost. So as a result under the clan redefining, I, Princess Olivia Freysson Ruric declare myself; Chieftess of Clan Freysson. I will be taking over my father’s role and hopefully making the Clan as active as it once was. I will hopefully make Clan Freysson relevant once more. I will be handling the diplomatic side of things as I had always wanted to. If anyone wants to challenge my position they may but if they aren’t fit under the Clan’s redefining laws, I will not listen. Signed, Her highness, Princess Olivia Freysson Ruric, Chieftess of Clan Freysson -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Gold, ruby and black onyx. The official matrimony between Princess Astrid Eiriksson Ruric of Norland and Oliver Black. Astrid tracing Oliver’s shadow atop the Alisgrad walls. ══════════════════ It had been a few years since they first met, it started with a few witty lines and exchanged looks before they officially began a relationship in the Alisgrad palace. They sat atop a tree in Ironguard and discussed the future. He mentioned his dream of having a house by the water and she wanted to live that dream with him. They soon visited her father and asked for his blessing, after a few conditions, King Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric approved of the matrimony and it was decided. A few months after that, Astrid was given a hand-made ring by Oliver and everything was sealed. ══════════════════ Special invitations have been sent out to the following from the bride: King Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric of Norland and the rest of the Eiriksson clan. Friedrich Henrysson Casimira Edvardsson Ruric and whoever she wishes to bring. Ragnar Sigvardson and the rest of the Sigvardson clan. Boots Anarórë and the rest of the Anarórë clan. Anna Amador and the rest of the Amador clan. Ciaran Vildr and the rest of the Vildr clan. The rest of the Norlandic populace. ══════════════════ Special invitations have been sent out to the following from the groom: Lord John Marsyr and the People of Cartef Mor Lord Edward Thuri-Elendil and his Kin All Adunian Kin of Almaris ══════════════════ A message from the bride: Leave the fighting outside, I know how much you all hate me.

Astrid Eiriksson Ruric prepares her multitude of weapons for the travel “Family bonding time!”

Zuma Al-Hamad comes from her bush and peered at the missive with a simple, understanding nod “Oh wow, they simply win.”

GOOSE OPENING COMMISSIONS???? :SCREAM:

Astrid Eiriksson Ruric gasps “Oh nein! He won’t let mich hear the end of it.”

Josephine Wick-Vuiller blinks at the missive “Bole? Like skuke Ea will.” She then continues with the name Wick.

Astrid Eiriksson Ruric blinks before going “Who the feck is this guy?” She proceeds to crumple up the missive and throw it away.

Astrid Eiriksson Ruric raised a surprised eyebrow. Whereas Olivia Freysson Ruric raised a frustrated one.

Astrid Eiriksson Ruric gasped but then did the ‘Rock eyebrow raise.’

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Josephine Wick-Vuiller hears of her older brother’s death and a loud scream emitted from her. Her only known brother was dead. Her protector was dead. Josie looks upon her sleeping children, how they managed, she did not know. She presses a hand against her youngest’s forehead “He’ll never know of your faces..” Her lip wobbles as she drops to the floor, a flood of tears coming throughout the night. Ezra Wick-Draskovic collapses on the floor, staring blankly at the wall in front of her as she does so. She tries her hardest to wipe away tears but they continue to come “I wanted you to try cake with me..” That was all the little girl could manage to say as she curled up into a ball, waiting until someone eventually found her.

Olivia Freysson Ruric remembers how last time Vangel came to Alisgrad, he fled with his tail between his legs because four Adunians and a child countered his claims.

Dear loved ones, It must be odd, hearing from me. For I must be dead, surely, I must be dead. But that, dear reader, is where you are wrong. I fooled you, all of you. I ‘died’, avoided the situations I was in but now I’ve returned. I went hiding in the woods for years until I felt it was time. I’m back. For good. Sincerely, Andria Dreth.

Olivia Freysson Ruric finishes posting the rest of her letters, yet to speak fully since the incident. She sighs, resting her head against her pillow. https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/211138-reliving-a-nightmare/