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  1. Fleur Halcourt clutched the invitation tightly in her hand, bringing it close to her chest "Magnificent! I must find a gift for my dearest friends" she smiled brightly, grabbing her coin purse.
  2. Simons Older sister Fleur smiled brightly as she turned to her younger siblings "I will 'elp you with your armor, I hope Mere doesn't mind me not being at her bedside for a while, But let me quickly take zhese Flowers to 'er" she nodded, grabbing recycled items to help create the armor.
  3. Ottavia of Stassion smirked at the missive, crumpling it up and tossing it in the fire for she did not care for Cannonism nor did she ask for penance. Her Son and his Wife had now taken over and it was no longer her responsibility.
  4. Penned by HL Fleur Halcourt cc. 1970 The game of the Hare and the Hound is a game that has been played for centuries among the people of Cannonism. This exciting event beckons both the young and the old to partake in a night of entertainment and strategic prowess. We invite all of Cannondom to the Sovereign state of Hyspia's enchanting landscapes to partake in this age-old tradition of celebrating camaraderie and community. ~-+-~ The game will begin at the gate of the Capital, where a ‘hare’ will be chosen, The remaining members of the group will be designated the ‘hounds’. The Hare will be given a basket of shredded paper and start off the race with a head start. After some time has passed, the hounds will take off to chase after the hare and capture them before they reach the finish line of the race. While there is no prize for the winner, we aim for this game to allow for team building and community bonding! Signed, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Dimitri Otto of Koravia, Soberano-Consort of Hyspia, Duke-Consort of Pacazu, Baron-Consort of Arenisca and Del’mar, Lord of Ladorada, Lord of Niseep, Gereon's Hold, and Ciudad de Plata, Gran Maestre of El Orden de Francisco, Protector of the Hyspian People, Protector of the Farfolk HER LADYSHIP, Fleur Angélique Halcourt Ward to His Royal Highness Dimitri Otto
  5. “God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son.” —John 3:16 <3 Hope you all had a great easter (I'll see all my Orthodox Bro's next month :) )
  6. 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.
  7. ⋆Discord: Mqrshimellow ⋆Skin Name(s): Scyfling Maiden ⋆Bid(s): 15
  8. Guinevere I of Velen watched over her family with Pride.
  9. Man, Y'all needa go out and meet people...

  10. This Day was blessed by God

  11. It really do matta
  12. [!] 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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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!"
  15. 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."
  16. 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
  17. "They harass the poor halflings...Leave them be" Ottavia shook her head as she prepared the carts.
  18. 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
  19. Uhm, Anyway.  How was everyone's new year!

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  20. Ottavia Stassion sends a Complimentary Stassionic red to the Vicountess of Pompourelia and Queen of Balian.
  21. BIRTHDAY SOIREE of PRINCESS MATHILDE C. 1957 Issued by the ☩ THE PRINCESS OF STASSION ☩ Princess Mathilde, the cherished daughter of Richard and Ottavia, is on the verge of embarking on an extraordinary journey into a new chapter of her life. In honor of this momentous milestone, we are privileged to host a grand celebration amidst the captivating and mystical Marchlands of Stassion. Prepare to be swept away by the sheer delight, elegance, and indelible memories that await you. The festivities will commence with a captivating tournament, where the very essence of valor and skill will be on display. Marvel at the extraordinary prowess and unwavering dedication of the realm's most exceptional knights and warriors as they compete for glory in the name of Princess Mathilde. As the sun sets on the tournament, the grandeur of the evening will unfold into a majestic ball, where Princess Mathilde will make her dazzling debut to society. This enchanting moment will be etched in the annals of history as she graces the dance floor with her esteemed father, the Prince of Stassion, for their inaugural waltz together. Prepare to be captivated by the sheer beauty, grace, and regality of the royal family as they share this extraordinary and unforgettable moment. Join us in this extraordinary celebration, where joy, elegance, and unforgettable memories intertwine. This is an occasion that will transcend time and leave an indelible mark on the hearts of all fortunate enough to witness it. Let us gather together, as a collective, to honor and celebrate Princess Mathilde, a beacon of grace and inspiration, as she embarks on her remarkable journey. SPECIAL INVITATIONS The Royal House of Stassion The Comital House of Sarkozic Her Royal Highness, Aurelia Fredericka of Stassion His Royal Highness, Richard Octavian of Stassion Her Royal Highness, Vivienne Lorena of Stassion His Grace, the Duke of Adria, Markus Sarkozic, and the Ducal House of Adria Papa Vlad, Father of the Arpech Ivan Arpa, Hetman of the Host of Arpech THE NOBILITY OF THE MARCH His Lordship, The Baron Valcour, Tristand Dresnay de Valcour His Lordship, The Baron of Valognes, Rickard de Valognes THE NOBILITY OF THE LEAGUE His Grace, The Captain-General, Gaspard II van Aert His Grace, the Duke of Blackvale, Valentin van Aert The Most Honourable, Margrave of Drusco, Edmond de Rouen The Rt. Honorable, Count of Sonlach and Rivigrenz, Johanes van Aert His Lordship, the Baron of Reyne, John Reyne His Lordship, the Baron of Harlingen, Manus de Ruyter His Lordship, the Baron of Eulersberg, Jan Euler Her Ladyship, the Baroness of Brasca, Viktoria af Brasca The House of Kovachev and the Order of the Rychwald OUR FRIENDS & ALLIES ABROAD The Denizens of the League of Veletz The Denizens of the Iron Horde The Denizens of the Principality of Celia’nor Signed, HER SERENE HIGHNESS, Ottavia I of Pompourelia, Princess of Stassion, Duchess-Consort of the Lowlands, Vienne, Helena, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margravine of the Westermarch, Baroness of Renzfeld and Montfort, Lady of Fredericksburg HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Richard I of the House of Stassion, Protector of the Marchlands, Prince of Stassion, Duke of the Lowlands, Vienne, Helena, Lorraine, and Furnestock, Margrave of the Westermarch, Baron of Renzfeld and Monfort, Lord of Fredericksburg HER HIGHNESS, Mathilde Augusta, Countess of Veronia, The Grand Lady of the Aster Court
  22. The Princess of Stassion sat in her chambers, she began to hum a new tune...
  23. Ottavia sat within the palace, drawing another card from her deck before turning to her mourning husband "Blood will have blood, and my" she smiled, walking over to Richard "What a river of blood will be spilled"
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