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A FESTIVAL OF FRIENDSHIP By the hand of Saelihn in the year 178 S.A. We unveil a floral festival, extending a warm welcome to our esteemed diplomatic guests from distant lands, while simultaneously expressing our wholehearted support for our new Sohaer. This event offers a splendid opportunity to witness the transformation of our city as flowers embellish its every corner, enhancing its inherent beauty and radiance as we adorn its walls with colorful blooms. I. THE SILVER ADDRESSING During the Silver address, the Hostess of the event shall formally introduce and extend a warm welcome to our new Sohaer, who will in turn express gratitude to the Citizens of the Silver State for their unwavering support. II. BLOOMING STANDS The Blooming Stands, comprised of various floral arrangements crafted by the Citizens of the Silver State, serve as vibrant showcases representing our esteemed Bloodlines. This presents a unique opportunity to exhibit your bloodline in a creative and artistic manner, highlighting its elegance, beauty, and purity. [ Sunday 28th, 4 PM EST in Tahn’miar, the Capital of Haelun’or ] To Her Majesty, THE QUEEN OF BALIAN. ( @HIGH_FIRE) On behalf of elSohaer Ashwýn Sythaerin, we extend a cordial invitation to Her Majesty and her people to partake in our festival, serving as a testament to southern kindness and friendship. As previously discussed, amidst the festivities, our leaders may convene to engage in discussions regarding the intricacies of a prospective diplomatic agreement between our nations. We eagerly anticipate the arrival of Her Majesty and her entourage, and the opportunity to host them in our midst. Signed, Elensir Calathân and Naedwylm. MAEHR’SAE HIYLUN’EHYA

"Maehr'sae Hiylun'Ehya." An Elfess said with a faint grin. Continuing to organize the hospitals new imported herbs. Cleaning up the scattered herbs that rested on the tables.

The Young Count, who had no idea what he said was off-worded stood by a candle lit desk, watching his new Regent/Other Uncle to assist him in writing a small letter of thank you to Henry. His freshly picked dandelions in hand, prepared to put them inside the letter to be sent off. "It has to be perfect!" The Young one said to the Baron. @sondher

ISSUED BY HOUSE ARDENNES On the 14th Day of Tobias’ Bounty in the year of our lord 1973 Formerly known as House Haverlock, now to be known as House Ardennes. Due to the constant rumors and slight truths of past Haverlock being ‘daemon-sympathizing darkspawns’, the young Count and remaining members of House Ardennes decided to drop the tainted name and rebirth themselves anew. As well as becoming proud members of the Church, and seeing to it that no one shall fall to the clutches of darkspawnery again upon their rebirth. The House Ardennes denounces Henry Arthur Haverlock as Regent, ending his Regency. Due to his large growth in age and moving to the far-off north to grow and flourish his love with his wife Tiffany of Talentine. The House of Ardennes wishes him well on his journey and prays for their family member’s safety. Who has decided to mark a new path, in this lifetime. The House now calls upon Baron of Virdain Henri de Lewes, Uncle of the young Count of Talentine León Henri. To ascend to become the new Regent of House Ardennes who shall assist in looking of The County of Talentine until the young Count comes of age to take ahold once more. SIGNED, His Lordship, León Henri de Ardennes, The Count of Talentine, Baron of Gotfridcher His Lordship, Henri de Lewes, The Baron of Virdain, Regent of Talentine

Léon Henri laid in his cradle, shifting slightly as he could hardly move he was a literal newborn. When he shifted the excessive amount of baby fat moved jiggled like jello. This child was rather LARGE for a newborn indeed.

Clementine Fransisca erupted into a fit of laughter. “I suppose it has come to be time to release what I discovered from when we moved from Petra. They have no rights or claim to bastardize anyone as they are the bastards..” She said with a smile. “It was so calm for so long as well..”

Winifred Barclay smiled at the gowns. "Aunt Theo, is very creative! I should ask her to make me a new dress.. with pockets for my frogs."

Winifred Barclay was handed the missive a smile upon her face as she questioned to the handmaiden "What is this? Another Nameday Invitation I hope!" She said as she greedily opened the envelope the missive was encased in. Yet her smile quickly came to an abrupt end as she read the first words of the letter her hands growing more shaky by the second. Her eyes darted over the missive swiftly as tears slowly swelled in her eyes, the paper absorbing the tears which fell from her reddened puffy eyes. As she fell to her knees, her heart ached in agony. "He isn't gone, this is blasphemy.. he isn't.. no.." She muttered repeatedly under her breath as the soaked paper crumbled in her hands. "This is a jest.. a jest it must be..." She said glancing to her hand-maiden with a look of desperation and hope it was a terrible jest, the hand-maiden shook her head confirming it's truths Winifred grasped onto the woman's gown sobbing into the fabric. Her sobs echoing through the once quiet room as the hand-maiden made attempts to comfort her though her attempts merely fell through..

Winifred Adelia held up the drawn up missive showing it to the frog she had kidnapped from its lily pad!

"Even Markus has some sense -Though that Prince of Nothing is quite ignorant he doesn't understand harboring things that DON'T BELONG TO HIM. Could have even the Duke of Adria advising him.." Franz Joseph III , then proceeded to place said missive onto his desk and with haste he began to write a letter. "There is no other Sarkozic who in their right mind would seek to claim one of those titles after they have - pushed the house that held them out from their lands with no real cause. If there is, then I could say that person must be insane to think they will be treated properly by anyone in that place." He rose from his chair exiting his secluded room.

The Recently Promoted Patriarch of Pompourelia, Franz Joseph III gazed over the missive alongside his brother. He merely bursted into laughter at the claims of his deceased family member. "It seems our dearest cousin is brainwashed by her Husband! They even mention Kasimir who's been considered deceased for years now.. How Blasphemous." The Patriarch stated shaking his head in disappointment. "Perhaps our Grandfather Kasimir made a horrible decision to wed her to such a greedy man."

Clementine Francisca briefly read over the missive, a smile appearing on her face and leaving just as quick as it had appeared. "It was practically fate, and undeniably obvious they would wed one day. I wonder why they elongated such an thing for no absolute cause. It was clear since we were children.." The Chamberlain mumbled as she moved to show her Husband ( @Cubicita ) such a missive before ordering her handmaiden to toss it into the fire.

The Paradisian Court presents… THE CHAMBERLAINS GRAND TUVMAS BALL C.1956 [!] Ornaments that adorn the Tuvmas tree in the square. INTRODUCTION As such jolly, though joyous times befall upon our beloved Nation the Chamberlain and the Alba Council saw it was time to host a ball. Despite the brutal times that have befallen us, we host such an event to uplift the spirits of many. We ask that everyone in attendance wear Red and Green to symbolize the primary colors of Tuvmas. We invite our allies the covenant of five to join us in these festivities. May GOD guide us to peace and harmonious days. I T I N E R A R Y Tuvmas Welcome Reception Guests are ushered into the Whitespires walls and arrive at the Tuvmas-like wonderland, greeted by carolers and warm Tuvmas beverages and trinkets to kick off the festive spirit. Royal Tuvmas Address by King John I Gathering in the grand hall as His Royal Majesty, King John I delivers a heartfelt Tuvmas address, expressing gratitude, sharing Tuvmas traditions, and invoking the spirit of joy within our nation. Twilight Ice Skating Extravaganza As the Royal Tuvmas Address concludes and the night begins to fall, guests and citizens are once again ushered outside of the palace to enjoy a magical ice skating session under the twinkling Tuvmas lights, creating a picturesque winter scene. Twinkling Midnight Ballroom The night culminates in a grand ballroom celebration, featuring a mix of Tuvmas classics and contemporary tunes, allowing guests to dance the night away in Aaunic style. The final dance shall be the Golden Dragon, a traditional Aaunic dance. INVITATION LIST NOBILITY OF AAUN His Serene Highness, Ferdinand Barclay, Grand Prince of Minitz @HugoAntero His Highness, Johannnes von Alstreim, Prince of Merryweather His Lordship, Siegmund von Reuss, Margrave of Velen @Timer Her Ladyship, Olympe-Regina Dieuxmont de Rosius, Marichoness of Haute-Epine @Axelu His Grace, Jànos Ivanovich, Duke of Stan @Mattiii His Lordship, Wacław Jazlowiecki, Count of Warsovia @ratlordmagic His Lordship, Grzmichuj Jazlowiecki, Baron of Triglav @Mykei His Lorship, Robert Matyas, Baron of Gotfridcher @alien_mc His Excellency, Ferdinand de Lewes, Baron of Virdain, Lord Chancellor of Aaun @Mattiii His Excellency, Emilio Varoche, Vice-Chancellor of Aaun @Enlightenment OUR ALLIES, AND FRIENDS ACROSS LANDS His Royal Majesty, Aleskander II King of Haenseti-Ruska and Citizens of Haense @Mio His Royal Majesty, Adrien I, King of Balian and Citizens of Balian @ErikAzog His Grandness, Garedyn The Emerald, Grand King of Uruguan and Citizens of Urguan @_RoyalCrafter_ Her Majesty, Catherine I, Queen of the Commonwealth of the Petra and Citizens of the Petra @Zaerie His Highness, Cesar II de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia and Citizens of Hyspia @Wavey SIGNED, Her Excellency, Clementine Francisca of Salia, Lady Chamberlain of Paradisian Court Her Ladyship, Lauréne Renaulta Adelaide Ashford de Savoie-Lewes, Grand Reveller of The Paradisian Court

- PENNED BY THE HOUSE OF DRESNAY C. 1954 The House of Dresnay has now entered a period of grievance, the recent events in this saints week have brought great distress to the Baron and his Siblings. Their Mére, Marie Capucine has officially passed away. Over time she had been ill though hiding it from her enfants out of concern for their emotions. She wanted to see them happy and worry-free before her passing and she was granted that by GOD. The Family had called a dinner as they typically would any other month. Gathering their entire family including the Blanchets, Maries family before she wed… Everything appeared to be fine until she began a spurt of coughing.. blood was splattered onto the napkin she had coughed into. This had been a recent occurring thing when she coughed as of late. She attempted to explain to the group she was fine and it was merely wine that was left lingering in her mouth. Though they hardly believed it they seemed quite weary trying their best to continue on the dinner. Her lungs had been failing her, though tonight seemed to be the night they would officially give out. Marie appeared fine for a few seconds after her coughing… She blinked slowly at the group in as a small smile made its way onto her face. Then Suddenly she collapsed onto the table, her children rushing to her side in a panic tears streaming down their cheeks. She gently pulled them in for one last hug, placing a kiss on their foreheads. Her sons then took her hands sobbing claiming that they could call for the doctor. She declined “It is mon time, Je shall meet tu Père.. Tu all shall do great things in life, and protect each other. For mon sake..” Taking her last breaths that night as she gently held her sons one last time… Her grip grew weak as her eyes shut now she took her eternal rest. Ascending to the Heavens to reunite with her Husband Tristand I.

The Lady Chamberlain, Clementine Francisca gazed over the missive in absolute awe, quickly picking up a quill to write a congratulatory letter in response. "They Shall make a great set of parents indeed.." She said smiling over to her own children who'd been playing happily as she watched over them from inside their home. "Perhaps I shall send some small children's clothes as well.."