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WOEFUL NEWS FROM THE BARONY OF NAPOLIZA 12th OF SIGISMOND’S END, 1962 AST A DEATH IN THE FAMIGLIA THE BARONESS’S PASSING; HER THOUGHTS IN HER FINAL YEARS FROM HER JOURNALS OF RECOLLECTION AND HER FINAL NIGHT It was a most somber night, the stars were shining yet their streaking light was most wan in the eyes of Adelheid, such was the phenomenon she most witnessed of late- for some years now in fact. Her life had been a disappointment in a number of aspects, stemming from the man she married, Emilio the Roach. Cursed be his name! His promises were what drew her in their more youthful years and yet few of them he ever fulfilled, had he forgotten? No, she was sure he was naught but a liar, a promise breaker. His promises were that of greatness… of retribution… and yet after all these years he was still nothing more than a petty baron with a palace in an elfen mosquito ridden swamp. She knew she had been a fool in believing in him, for he was a fool himself. All she had was the constant reminders she was in a foreign culture, few of her children had taken to her mother language of waldenian always speaking in the accursed Illatiano her husband Emilio the Roach so loved. How it wounded her so, and for such wounding she inflicted what she felt onto Emilio, often bruising his poor visage and features. How she grew to despise him, his penchant for digging ancient and useless artifacts from the ground, his bland diet of spaghetti and other variants of it, all of his ineptitudes! He wrought all her abuse upon himself, that much she swore to herself. ADELHEID’S FINAL NIGHT It was a night like many other nights; but for Adelheid it was the night of her doom, whether she knew such or not, a specter loomed above her or perhaps it was a man? Truth be told one cannot be sure. It is said Emilio the Roach woke up late in the night, and saw his lady wife standing upon the railing of their room’s balcony just moments before she took the fateful step to her doom. Try as he might, he could not bring himself from his bed, he was still, his body would not respond to his thoughts, his thoughts to jump and save her did nothing, finding himself within a paralysis of slumber as she slipped and plunged into the night’s darkness, to her doom. Such is only one retelling however, it was said that a servant down in the palazzo’s courtyard say they saw the arms of a dark figure push lady Adelheid, while others, specifically Emilio the Younger do indeed recollect seeing the Lady Adelheid ambling about as they went for a late night snack from the kitchen, lending credence to this being a woeful accident. THE BARON’S SORROW It is a great sadness when a family must mourn one of its members, such is the case that has struck our dear and beloved house. The passing of my lady wife, Adelheid Mathilde Varoche née von Reuss, the woman I cared and loved most for has passed into the beyond, the Seven Skies, her grace forever lost to our family and great house. She and I had our great differences but I never believed them to be such an awful burden upon her, if only I had known… it is too late for that now. I will forever pray for her and cherish her memory. May the Creator save us all when our times come. MAY SHE FIND SERENITY AND RESTFUL PEACE IN THE SEVEN SKIES FOR SHE COULDN’T FIND IT AMONGST THE LIVING MAY THE CREATOR FORGIVE HER SINS AND SEE HER SPIRIT’S GOODNESS

"May the Prince rest..." Anthony Marcellus frowned upon the news of the late Merryweather, now pondering to himself his next course of action.

"The Temesch line continues with two strong sons." Anthony Temesch muttered to the newborn within his arms.

THE UNION OF TEMESCH AND D’ARKENT A portrait of the Baron of Montfort and his bride Clementine TO ESTEEMED GUESTS, Within moments after a man exceeds into adulthood, one is urged to seek out a wife. House Temesch would like to announce the betrothal between Baron Anthony Temesch and Her Ladyship Clementine d’Arkent. This pair have been rather familiar with each other for nearly half a decade now and therefore shall wish to quickly be united in matrimony. The proposal was given within the audience of the Lady d’Arkent’s mother and eldest brother. T I M E T A B L E THE CEREMONY All guests are instructed to meet upon the square of Fredericksburg; the town held upon by House Stassion- where they shall be instructed the chapel. The procession shall occur once everyone has settled within. Both the bride and groom shall be guided to their places so the ceremony can commence. THE FEAST Following the exchanging of vows, House Stassion has graciously allowed House Temesch to hold festivities within their home and to indulge in a multitude of drinking festivities. With a bard invited from across the realms, guests will be gifted with their own bottles of wine and may promenade and dine to their heart’s content. SPECIAL INVITES ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING: The House of Temesch The House of d’Arkent The House of Stassion His Lordship, Henrik Amador and his noble pedigree His Highness, Heinrich von Alstriem and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Katrin Stafyr, Baroness of Thurant and her noble pedigree INVITES ARE SENT TO THE FOLLOWING His Royal Majesty, Adrian, King of The Kingdom of Balian and his noble pedigree His Royal Majesty, Edmund I, King of The Kingdom of Aaun and his noble pedigree His Royal Majesty, King Aleksandr II of The Kingdom of Haense and his noble pedigree Peers and citizens of the Kingdom of Aaun S I G N E D B Y HIS LORDSHIP, Anthony Marcellus Temesch Baron of Montfort, Patriarch of House Temesch HER LADYSHIP, Clementine Francisca d’Arkent

Anthony Temesch; The new Baron of Montfort prepared himself and his siblings for a new journey beyond the walls of their Petran past. "May GOD keep us prosperous"

17th of Owyn's Flame In the year of our Lord, 1949 After a meeting with Her Royal Majesty, Catherine I of The Petra, and her Regent, Konstantin von Theonus, House Temesch & The Crown has regrettably come to the decision that our paths shall no longer align. Our relationship as House and Royal Crown has grown strained. Due to unforeseen reasons, The House of Temesch et Resmore shall no longer prosper under the Petrine Crown. Although the Crown shares blood and we proudly claim them as our Kin, this circumstance shall not cause us to have any ill opinions towards the Petrine Crown or the Commonwealth of Petra entirely. We commend and applaud the new reigning Queen Catherine I upon her newfound regency and wish her the best. However, we shall not take another further part in her reign. This decree was finalized and made by the Current reigning Patriarch of Temesch S I G N E D, Anthony Marcellus Temesch, Patriarch of House Temesch et Resmore

Reserved

Anthony Marcellus pondered of the newfound title of his Petran allies the von Augustens. "Hmph." The Viscount's lips curled downward, merely taking the evening to pen a letter to the new Viscount of Azor.

The Baroness Napoliza; Adelheid Varoche was too busy mourning the loss of her little son to notice the loss of another.

"Rather smart of you, cousin." Anthony Temesch noted upon reading the missive sent by one of his servants. "Adrian, won't you have a look at this? You'd care more than I do."

"Now will everyone shut up?" Anthony Temesch; the Viscount of Mies wondered- deciding to not throw this missive away.

Once again, it would seem a missive fell into the hands of Anthony Temesch; the current Viscount of Mies. "Don't they have something better to do with their lives? Perhaps even I don't know. . . handling their own household?" The Viscount seemed rather annoyed that there were continuous announcements over this household. "I've never heard of a Roa anyways- Perhaps this is simply a stunt for their own publicity. A shame really. Anthony soon balled the missive, tossing it into the flames with the rest of the ignorant papers he's received over the years.

The Majordomo of the Clementine Court; Adelheid Mathilde Varoche, scanned over the missive, excited to finally be working within her home realm- and finally that her husband @Enlightenmentwas not simply digging and had a real job to support their household. "Thank God...."

The Viscount of Mies' nose scrunched "Legally dead?" He'd simply throw the missive elsewhere, wondering how the household shall take the news.