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  1. While the Halcourts were not planning on holding a proper ceremony for her Grandfather, Phoibe's eldest daughter, Fleur still decided to head out into the gardens and gather bouquets of flowers to honor Sir Laurens. The young girl of Nine decided she herself would plan her own little Le beausorti for her grandfather.
  2. ⋆Discord: Mqrshimellow ⋆Skin Name(s): Scyfling Maiden ⋆Bid(s): 15
  3. Guinevere I of Velen watched over her family with Pride.
  4. Man, Y'all needa go out and meet people...

  5. This Day was blessed by God

  6. It really do matta
  7. [!] A poem begins to be Penned soon after a long departed Princess returns Those who crown themselves with miters and Pontifical robes Are dry and polluted canals that humans long to drink from Boats remain frozen in their abandoned and void place The waters being a simulacrum of Golden Bulls The bubbling and Refreshing springs they cut from themselves Those who pass by are beginning to recognise there is nothing to drink Only worms and serpents live within the canals. Bushes of berries along the Shoreline with thorns and thistles baked inside and dead man bodies pile on top of one another like firewood waiting to be burnt Behold the crown jewels of those called servants and watchers.
  8. Lucrezia, one of the baroness's daughters sat within a foreign land as she was surrounded by a bunch of new friends. Unsure of what was going on back home.
  9. Ottavia I of Pompourelia, Princess of Stassion, Duchess of the Lowlands, Vienne, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margravine of the Westermarch, Baroness of Renzfeld and Montfort, Lady of Fredericksburg bursted into laughter as she now sat underneath her new liege who had already reaffirmed her titles "Richard! Come look, This is the funniest thing I have seen yet!"
  10. The Soldiers of Stassion amidst the fallen C. 1955 The winds howled mournfully across the desolate landscape as Princess Ottavia of Stassion surveyed the aftermath of the devastating defeat. The once-proud banners of Stassion now lay trampled in the mud, the castle walls scorched from the fires of war. Ottavia's heart weighed heavy with grief and anger, but she refused to let despair consume her. As Ottavia and the remnants of her principality scoured the battlefield for survivors, the glow of victory belonged to the usurper king of Aaun. The invaders had claimed the Marchlands, leaving Ottavia's people shattered and her home in ruins. Yet, the fire in Ottavia's eyes refused to be extinguished. Among the fallen Aaunite soldiers lay a wounded man, his breaths shallow and labored. Ottavia, fueled by a mixture of rage and determination, approached the enemy soldier. His plea for mercy fell on deaf ears as Ottavia drove her sword through him once more. Nearby, the fallen banner of Aaun, adorned with a white rose, lay stained with the blood of the fallen. Ottavia observed as the crimson river flowed towards the banner, transforming the once-white rose into a haunting shade of red. She crouched down, picking up the emblem that now bore witness to the bloodshed. Turning to her remaining people, Ottavia raised the blood-stained banner high. Her voice rang out with defiance, "Stassion remains independent, and independent it will stay. You stood here with me today, reminding everyone that Marchlanders cannot be cowed by fear, bullied by force, or bought by any tyrant king." She continued, addressing the loss of their homeland, "While we may have lost the Marchlands, we will march forth to our allies and rebuild. They may spill our blood, but they will never take our heritage or our freedom." With those words, Ottavia handed the blood-soaked banner to her husband, Richard, who bore the weight of their defeat on his wounded shoulders. Mounting her horse, Ottavia cast a final, sorrowful glance at the charred ruins of Stassion, the children's only inheritance. Yet, her resolve remained unbroken. With a determined spirit, she turned her stallion around and led her people away from the Marchlands of Stassion. "Marchlanders, we leave the Marchlands of Stassion, taking our name, heritage, and title with us," Ottavia declared as she tightened her grip on the reins, kicking her horse forth. The remnants of Stassion, with heads held high, rode away from the smoldering ruins. Ottavia's words echoed in the wind: "Stassions never die."
  11. Cc. 1958 Written and composed by Princess Ottavia Stassion And Lord Adrien ‘the Kingslayer’ Here's the story of The Marchlands A land both fair and great In the year of 1952 An Independent State This was much against the wishes Of certain governments Whose leaders tried to break us down And make us all repent But we're all Stassions and we'll fight through thick and thin We'll keep our land a free land from the enemy coming in We'll keep them east of the Constance, till that river's running dry And this mighty land will prosper, for Stassions never die They can send their men to murder They can shout their words of hate But the cost of keeping this land free Can never be too great Cause' our men and boys are fighting For the things that they hold dear And this land and all its people Will never disappear But we're all Stassions and we'll fight through thick and thin We'll keep our land a free land from the enemy coming in We'll keep them east of the Constance, till that river's running dry And this mighty land will prosper, for Stassions never die We'll preserve this little nation For Our Children's children too Once you're a Stassion No other land will do We will stand tall in the sunshine With the truth upon our sides And if we have to go alone We'll go alone with pride Cause' we're all Stassions and we'll fight through thick and thin We'll keep our land a free land from the enemy coming in We'll keep them east of the Constance, till that river's running dry And this mighty land will prosper, for Stassions never die Cause' we're all Stassions and we'll fight through thick and thin We'll keep our land a free land from the enemy coming in We'll keep them east of the Constance, till that river's running dry And this mighty land will prosper, for Stassions never die
  12. "They harass the poor halflings...Leave them be" Ottavia shook her head as she prepared the carts.
  13. DECREE FROM THE MARCHER CORONET Scriptum Anno Domini 1958 THE TITALAGE OF STASSION AND BLANCHET T I T V L V S S T A S S I O N I S E T B L A N C H E T ☩ ☩ ☩ TO OUR DENIZENS OF THE MARCHLANDS, With the aftermath of Princess Mathilde’s name day festivities, we saw the rise of a champion, of a lord and of the House Jewels. Thus we see it fit to decree the following: Within the House of Stassion, HRH, Aurelia Fredericka, the eldest daughter of Stassion , the Duchess of Helena @Eryane HH, Mathilde Augusta, a daughter of Stassion, The Countess of Veronia @annanicole__ Within the Marchlands, TH, Sir Adrien Blanchet, An honorable man and Knight of the Marchlands, Baron of Blanchet @OwOrc And finally, a man who has been a long time friend of Stassion, whilst we cannot title him we dub him Ser Istvan, The Champion of the Marchlands. @budaq We trust that these Honourable men and women of the Marchlands and beyond, serve the realm and the House of Stassion well and with valor. IN NOMINE LEONIS HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Richard I of the House of Stassion, Protector of the Marchlands, Prince of Stassion, Duke of the Lowlands, Vienne, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margrave of the Westermarch, Baron of Renzfeld and Montfort, Lord of Fredericksburg HER SERENE HIGHNESS, Ottavia I of the House of Stassion, Princess of Stassion, Duchess of the Lowlands, Vienne, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margravine of the Westermarch, Baroness of Renzfeld and Montfort, Lady of Fredericksburg
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