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The invisible Countess Sierra d’Arbre stood in front of Emir’s shop in Aaun, the waves behind her gently rocking the boats anchored at the dock. The building was so unfamiliar, something she had seen more than enough to get used to, however she simply couldn’t. The woman turned around and walked over to the edge of the dock, looking down at the water, “How peaceful it must be, to just rock back and forth all day.” She whispered out to herself in what were the last few moments she would have here. Swiftly she turned around and walked into the shop, locking the door behind her and making sure no one was inside. Time seemed to have stopped for the Hyspian woman, one who did not know many people, nor tried to make friends along the line. Perhaps this was her downfall, her unwillingness to meet new people. If it were not for her husband she would still be nothing to no one, a countess consort no one even knew existed. Estranged from her family, she knew that this sadness too shall pass. Leaving the letters on the table beside her she got on the chair carefully, fixing her dress to make sure there were no kinks and it was presentable. And with one deep breath, she kicked the chair away and…

Freya would look at Jakob with a simple shake of her head, "You get this excited for each and every wedding. I am glad to see you don't tire of us yet." She teased as she watched him shuffle off.

Sierra read the missive as the man showed it to her, however she did not seem too happy with it, "Did it have to come to this..? It's a shame she had to go and call me and my daughter all those horrid names. I am sorry that they ended up like this." She told the man, offering him a reassuring smile as she watched him hold their newborn daughter. ( @exoo )

Angelika overheard the news and let off a relieved sigh as she looked at herself in the mirror, the once blonde and cheerful girl was gone and replaced by the face of another, "A shame, well now we're both dead.. Vatter. However I won't be joining you in the afterlife for quite some time." She muttered out bitterly, only glad she does not have to worry about him further. The girl then stood up and made her way to Pavia, needing to find Konrad to tell him about the news. ( @ratlordmagic)

Reading the missive Sierra couldn't help but look at it with pure disgust, the man who conspired to murder her sister was now admitting to murdering his own father at that, "Ay, Camilo.. Instead of beating his face in you should've killed the puta. He's a menace and should honestly just kill himself and make it easier on everyone." She muttered out and crumbled up the missive, tossing it in the bin.

MC Name: comat0sepr1ness Discord: comatoseprincess#1111 Image: Description of Image: The Novar twins planning their business Dimensions: 1 wide, 2 high

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Standing with her baby boy in her arms, she looked at the last missive she put up outside the Santos house. A strange look of nostalgia and sorrow in her eyes, "Well, that is finally done niño. We can finally just be ourselves.."

[!] A missive is hung on many walls across Hyspia and Adria. Under instances of recent events that have taken place, such as many forms of disrespect and all around genuine mistreatment; The Santos siblings, known as Julietta Sierra Esma Santos, Mateo Jose Fernando Santos and lastly Camilo Lucas Gerard Santos are hereby disinheriting themselves of the Santos name. Reasons for such action taking place is as follows: Julietta has been mistreated and disregarded of support; emotionally as well as physically, while pregnant. (It is important to note that the one responsible for this claim has apologised, but the action of not taking a letter sent, specifically one that stated their support was needed, seriously - The claim still stands). Mateo was under a long period of time majorly depressed and at an all time low, and tried announcing this, but was not regarded or taken seriously. He was encouraged to fight bulls, and alligators despite knowing that he was in no state to do so, and in turn lost an arm and both legs, binding him to a wheelchair. On many accounts, an individual of the family has sought conflict and distress to be gone through by them, such may not affect the family directly, but in the long run, it did. Such as; Distress for everyone that was then told or found out about what had happened at a later date, receiving a bad reputation from the actions made by this individual and the process of the Santos family being pointed out as a mass failure by many that saw them regularly. Two individuals from the family have also made announcements that were a direct concern to hear. One being that emotions should not be considered something to listen to, when Julietta and Camilo were directly having major fears and concerns for the family’s as well as their own future. The other was a claim that goes under the first stated reason regarding Julietta personally - A direct claim that the individual had hoped Julietta would not be with her current partner, still after finding out she was pregnant, rather than focusing on the fact that she was pregnant and giving her support through that. The parents of the family were around at first, until they eventually disappeared or wandered off elsewhere, never to return again. The father directly blamed Mateo when Mateo had lost his limbs to an Alligator that it was Mateo’s fault for also getting hurt, instead of fending off the Alligator like he did and then caring for the boy that Mateo was at the time that the incident happened. When the familia moved to the continent of Almaris, they were left in the hands of two twelve year old's, told to accept the heads of house to be actual children. Instead of appointing it to the oldest at the time, who could’ve stood in for a better role model. When bringing up the concern for the heads of house, their concerns were thrown to the side, and they were told to accept what is. Camilo tried to speak up on a matter that regarded the future of la familia de Santos, but did not get heard out by the leadership of the family or by anyone apart from one singular individual. Due to the reasons stated above, the three Santos siblings have now disinherited the name Santos, and will be taking on the name of Novar. Signed by Julietta Sierra Esma Novar Duskryn Camilo Lucas Gerard Novar Mateo Jose Fernando Novar

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Julietta listened to Camilo as he told her of this letter, the woman couldn't help but laugh at the audacity, "He thinks his side matters? Plotting her murder or not, he could've helped and instead ran away like a coward. So for I care, this coño better not ever show his face here again. Or anywhere where I am for that matter."

Sitting in her home far from Hyspia, she reads the missive and fell quiet for a moment. Tearing the piece of paper to shreds she sits back, the woman overcome with anger, "This coño should be glad he is still alive."

Julietta would look at the invitation and see it was for the wedding. Quickly heading inside she takes a seat next to Camilo and opens it to read it, "The wedding will be something, however must we always fight at these things? It's like fighting is all they do in Hyspia." She muttered out, putting the invitation down, "I should go find a dress to wear."

Username: comat0sepr1ncess Persona Name: Julietta Santos Discord: comatoseprincess#7316

Julietta reads the missive, "This must be what Paul was talking about, shall we go? I better tell Camilo." Putting it down she heads out to find her brother.

What is your name? Julietta Santos Where are you from? Hyspia How old are you? 17 What is your favorite thing? Reading and exploring.

Taking in her surroundings the woman sighs softly, a manor once filled with laughter and happiness now stood empty and cold. The memories reliving themselves right in front of her eyes; from the day she and Edvard stood in front of the manor with their boxes, ready to move in. The times she had welcomed people into their home, into their family. Slowly she walked up the stairs, her hand gliding along the railing as she makes her way towards her room. Hesitantly, Veronna took small steps towards the bed, knowing these will be the last steps she would ever take. With an envelope in her hand she sits down on the edge of the bed, looking down at all the letters within the envelope she was gripping onto. "Forgive me, I am sorry.." Laying down she stares at the papers, her eyes fighting to stay open for a little while longer. The poison was taking it's effect, and with one last breath the woman finally let go of a life she had fought so hard to keep.

Our Ebonwood The Mali'Ame stood before Minuvas' door, knowing that when he awakes there will be great disappointment. The missive in her hands crumpled up from the tight grip she had on it, afraid it might disappear and the truth would never come out. Sighing deeply she puts a hand on the door, "May you forgive me, and see I did what I thought was best." Sending this out, she hoped that those who lived here would understand, even though she expected the disappointment. My dearest Ebonwood, my people, my kin. Please know that this was the most difficult choice I have ever had to make, one weighing down on my heart with a great sense of loss. After discussions with many leaders, it was clear that Ebonwood will not survive. The Empire is in ruins, and it is not our responsibility to fight a war which is not our. I have not abandoned Ebonwood, for I will be sure all our people find peace elsewhere. Minuvas will wake once more, and we will rise from the ashes of a city which was doomed to fall. May you all understand, it was not easy to pick up that quill, to sign it all away when I am merely standing in for shoes too big for me. As the council has spoken, those two present had decided that it would be for the best. But that does not mean our community is gone, though we might not have land, or a specific place to call home; we will rise again and be stronger than ever. I will take care of Minuvas, the one who I owe my life to. Under close watch I will be sure that he awakes, that he comes once more to speak of Malin. To teach us the ways in which we are supposed to live. For Malin, would He have left us to perish on land which was out to destroy us? For the sake of our people, my people, I did what was best. For Minuvas' legacy is not over, neither is ours. Let it be said here, for all to read: Ebonwood will rise again, and with great faith we will come back stronger than ever. I have not abandoned you, I will presonally see to the relocation of each and every one of my people even if it is the last thing I do. May Malin give us His grace, may He give us a chance to rise once more in His name. Signed by: Veronna Heial'mal Valmi'uhier

The Regent Malin’tir of the Ebonwood The Mali’Ame stood in the throne room, not daring to take his seat. Her hands shook ever so slightly as she faced all those looking at her, if it was possible her heart would beat out of her chest. It had barely been a day since her dearest friend had fallen into his coma, beaten to the brink of death by those who he saw as allies. An image she would never be able to forget, something which would haunt her dreams for many years to come. I am in over my head, who do I think I am to stand in front of all these people? To tell them Minuvas is barely alive? And then to follow with me just taking over! This is insanity, I am delusional to even think for a moment I will be accepted as the Malin’tir. Her thoughts were racing through her mind, a whirlpool of emotions taking over her very being and threatening to drown her. If it had not been for Wynanya, Edvard and Tarathiel by her side; she would not have faced all those looking at her. Either way, this must be done. “I regret to inform you all, our dearest Minuvas has fallen into a coma. On the brink of death, yet still clinging onto life by a small thread. May we all appeal to Malin, ask of Him to bring our beloved llir back. A man who we all look up to, a man kind, understanding and strong. Someone who wishes to unite us all under Malin once more. Ebonwood is a place of hope, a place where we can all live freely and without any fear of being judged, without feeling like we are less. May Malin grant us this one blessing, our one wish to have Minuvas back. A man who speaks for Malin, teaches us of His ways, a man who deserves to live.” Whether she wanted to or not, it was her duty to her Princeps to step up and show Ebonwood that nothing will break them.

Veronna stood in the doorway to Minuvas' room, simply staring at the man who appeared so peaceful in his sleep. Wondering if she could've done more, perhaps he would've been awake by now. Slowly she made her way towards the man, dreading each and every step she took. Finally coming to a stop the woman took a seat beside him, gently wiping his forehead with a wet cloth: "I am so sorry, llir.. I should've been by your side when this happened. You can get through this, you have to. I have so much to learn, we all do... Please fight, Minuvas. I am begging you." She hoped seeing him, speaking to him frequently, perhaps it could bring him back with all the mandragora tea she was giving him. A man she had looked up to who was strong and kind, now laid before her in a state of despair, on the brink of death when all he wanted was to unite those he was loyal to. "May Malin spare you, bring you back to spread the word He had given you. For you are the key, the one who could possibly bring our kind together. Come back..."

Veronna sighs heavily at the news she just heard, pinching the bridge of her nose, "This is just pathetic.. Well, I guess we'll see just how far she thinks she will get." Turning back to her book she chuckled softly, once more getting comfortable in her seat.

All in all, it seemed the tree was fine after all. With efforts of many and help from Nevaehlen, those present managed to restore the tree to its former glory. The blood which flooded the streets were washed away by the rain which put out the fires raging on. Those in Ebonwood stand strong, like the tree which can withstand even a raging fire set ablaze.

Veronna noticed the invitation and hummed happily as she read the words, "Finally, something that is not a meeting.. About damn time." With that she leaves the invitation on the table and hurries over to her closet, once more contemplating on what she could wear.